Dating a female black belt
By annonymous



I start dating a woman that I come to find out has a 4th degree black belt in
Tae Kwon Do

I finally said hi to this girl I've been checking out lately at the gym. She
had a lean, hard body, blond hair and stood about five and half feet tall.
This girl was really good looking and said her name was Donna and that she had
seen me around and was hoping I would eventually come over and say hi to her.

I smiled broadly told her I was on my way out to grab some food and asked her
if she wanted to come along. She quickly accepted and we met outside the gym
where my car was parked. I was glad nothing was broken into as the
neighborhood was pretty sketchy. I joked to Donna that I was lucky the car was
still there and she agreed her neighborhood wasn't very affluent, but the rent
was cheap. I didn't realize she lived nearby and apologized for slamming the
area but she didn't take any offense and said that it was sad but accurate non
the less.

Over dinner I asked her if she was ever worried walking the streets in that
area, someplace that I have often avoided if I had the option. She said that
she was in good physical shape and that she trains in martial arts adding that
she wasn't afraid of any physical confrontation. I was kind of surprised at
this and she laughed and asked what was so surprising about a girl that knows
how to defend herself. I told her there was nothing surprising about that, it
was just she didn't look like she could hurt somebody if she had to was all. I
added that it must be a huge advantage to her. She laughed and said yes, that
was the case most of the time, but people ignored her looks after they got to
know her in the gym.

We continued to meet at the gym and we started dating. She let me sleep with
her about a week into the relationship. I couldn't believe how tight and lean
her body was that first time or how good she felt. Donna looked so good and so
feminine, it was hard to imagine she was one of these karate women that could
smash bricks with their feet. Her legs were lean, hard and fairly muscular as
was the rest her body, but she was also very soft and as I said very feminine.

I got up at her place one morning after an evening of drinking followed by
some great sex. She was already up making breakfast in the kitchen when I came
staggering out in my boxer briefs and a tee shirt. Donna was in a light tank
top and panties preparing some coffee and bagels when I came up from behind
and hugged up against her. She groaned out a slow good morning and me moved
over to the table and chatted away as we ate. I helped her bring the used
dishes into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her again and it kept on
creeping back into my head that this little honey was some kind of martial
arts expert.

I told her I've never known a woman that knew how to fight and was intrigued.
She smiled and said that she was proud of her hard earned skills in and
unarmed combat and it served her well through other endeavors. I asked her if
she had ever had to use her karate to defend herself in a real situation. She
said it was actually Tae Kwon Do and no, she hadn't ever really had to use it
in real situation before.

I asked her if she thought she could defend herself against a larger male
attacker such as myself. She turned in my arms and looked over my 6'2" 225 lb
frame and said casually that it was nothing against me as a man but because of
her training, she would, more than likely quickly defeat me in a fight and
added that it would probably be easy for her. She reiterated that it didn't
make me any less of a man because she was a girl and was a better trained
fighter. I guess I looked doubtful because she said to follow her out to her
sparsely furnished front room about 20' by 15' in the center and she would
show me.

She told me not to worry, she wasn't going to hurt me but to go ahead and put
her on the ground if I could do it. She was smirking and swaying side and side
in a slight crouch chiding me, grinning and asking what the matter was. She
looked more like a runway model standing there rocking back and forth in a
crouch in her pale blue panties and light tee shirt (with no bra on those
wonderful full boobs). I told her okay and asked her if she was ready. Without
waiting for her answer, I lunged at her and grabbed for her shoulders as she
nimbly spun away from my grip and shoved me back with an easy push. I cocked
my arm a bit and she grinned telling me to go ahead and hit her if I could,
giggling that she could take a punch.

I threw a couple of easy jabs that she danced out of range of and she
continued to easily evade and duck every advance. She was slippery and quick,
I had to give her that. She kept giggling and asking me when I was going to do
something. Now I was stalking her like a boxer with my guard up and trying to
corner her and I threw another combo that she slapped out of the way. She
smiled broadly as her foot shot straight up in the air with her toes pointing
up at the ceiling. I followed her leg up amazed her flexibility when she gave
out a little bark and snapped her knee closed whipping the sole of her foot
inches from my face, in fact flicking my nose some. I jerked my head over
surprised with the light flick and I backed up reflexively and focused on her
again just in time to see her foot gently flick me across the face again.

I was still moving back from her high kicks when the little blond launched
herself inside my arms and threw three lightening fast punches into my
unprotected midsection, not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know she
easily could. Then she gave this loud karate yell 'YAHH!' and her foot shot
straight up towards my chin and stopped inches from my mouth and froze there
unwavering, I thought of the agony I would be in if she followed through and
kicked my teeth out. She drew her foot back and grabbed my arm and whipped her
body around dragging me across her hip and dumping me on the floor with my arm
still firmly in her grasp. Almost instantly she gave out another loud karate
yell 'YAHH!' and I barely saw the blow that hit the back of my jaw and
although she barely hit me, I swear I still saw stars for an instant.

She let me go and stepped over me turning around and sinking back into a
stance with arms out in front bouncing lightly back and forth, grinning at me
telling me to get up and try again. There was something very exciting watching
her bob back in forth in her just panties and a tee shirt. Her shiny blond
hair was tied up in a ponytail except for a few bangs that hung in her face. I
hopped back up to my feet and assumed my boxer's stance. I closed in to try
and land a jab or two, but Donna could actually use her feet to kick my
punches out of the way not to mention strike me in the same movement. She just
continued to bounce lightly back and forth with a confident grin on her face.

I threw a quick jab which she ducked, but at the same instant her foot smacked
lightly off the side of my head, then she held the sole of her foot in my face
until I tried to grab it. She instantly jerked her foot back so that I grabbed
nothing but air and snapped it quickly into the side of my head. Again, I
tried to grab it and again, she yanked her foot back and waited for me to
commit, and again her dainty foot was suddenly again inches from my mouth and
chin. I came to realize right then and there, this little woman...my
girlfriend no less, half my size and strength could beat me senseless anytime
she wanted to with her feet and there was nothing I could do about it. It was
an intense little realization.

She danced back into the center of the room waiting for me to come after her.
Almost the instant I got into range, she started doing these loud karate yells
again and unleashed a barrage of quick hard little strikes with her feet in my
midsection and ribs...and then started to smack me in the he head with her
feet again. Not every kick was landing but enough that I was trying to cover
up and block her attacks, but she was just plain too quick for me and struck
me with her feet at will. I remember that when she really started throwing
fast kicks and punches, I just couldn't cover up in time. She popped me a
couple of times, but never came close to hurting me during all this which I
found amazing. It was obvious she could turn it up whenever she wanted to and
actually kicked over my head quite a few times which is also amazing because
I'm over six foot. I got backed into a corner she quickly had me cowering with
my arms over my face trying to protect myself while she showed me just how
badly she could hurt me if she wanted to.

She backed off and started performing these huge jumping spin kicks that were
high off the ground and lightening quick strikes and elbows jabs almost faster
than I could follow. Her legs shot straight up and she was able to hold it
there, she had absolute control over her feet. There was a scowl on her pretty
face as her arms and legs snapped into the rigid movements and I was amazed at
how much more force she could generate if she needed to. It was like she was
throwing me around and striking me at will with just about half of what she
could potentially do. I started to find the whole situation quite
appealing...the fact that my girlfriend could probably fight three or four men
at the same time and more than likely win, was very compelling.

She relaxed and walked over to me extending her hand to help me up smiling all
the while. She asked me what I thought of her Tae Kwon Do and if there was any
doubt left in my mind that she could take me.

The first thing I did was thank her for pulling her kicks and punches because
she would have put me in the hospital had she landed all those blows to my
nose and chin, and then I told her how amazing it was to be thrown around and
beaten up by a woman half my size. She looked down almost the same instant I
did and saw that I was erect to which she laughed and said that it was pretty
much obvious that I enjoyed the experience. She then joked that it appeared
somebody has some female domination fantasies. I had to admit I did find it
very exciting that a beautiful, sweet little girl could easily handle me all
the while demonstrating how badly she could injure me without actually doing
so. I had to admit that there's something about a woman with that kind of
physical power at her command.

Donna said that she would never hurt me just because she could and that she
just wanted to show me how good she was at Tae Kwon Do. She did admit that she
secretly enjoyed beating up the bigger, stronger men in matches and in
sparring class, while winning over other females wasn't as fulfilling. She
hugged me and smiled while she leaned up and whispered in her ear that it was
kind of fun beating up on her big strong boyfriend.

We fell to the floor and made love right there all the while I was imagining
her beating the crap out of some big dude in a street fight. Neither of us
lasted very long as we were obviously both very turned on mentally as well as
physically and we both quickly orgasmed.

That very night, Donna and I were out eating at a diner when she started
talking about finding something to do that would be fun and give her the
chance to move around some, like dancing. I told her I wasn't much of a
dancer, but asked her if she would be interested in bowling. She smiled and
said she hadn't been bowling for years but she was up for it if I wasn't some
kind of ace. I laughed out loud and told her I bowl like I fight to which she
giggled. The idea quickly took hold and we went to the local bowling ally.

It would be a gross generalization to call this place a 'redneck hangout' as
I'm sure two or three people in there weren't actually red necks...just red
neck 'like' maybe. We took an ally at the end and starting tossing bowling
balls down the lane at the pins. We had a lot of fun goofing on ourselves and
each other as we were both pretty pathetic bowlers, but Donna had never
laughed so much or been so attentive to me. She would walk up, hug me and give
me a little peck on the cheek as I ordered beers or totaled up the score.
Neither of us broke 100 in three games but we were having way too much fun to
really care about the score. We continued this until almost 10PM when we
returned our shoes and returned the bowling balls to the racks.

Donna and I strolled out together still laughing and giggling at how much fun
we had and how awful we were at bowling. I suddenly saw her expression turn
from amusement to outright disgust as she picked out something in the back of
the (somewhat dark) parking lot and peered intently. She slowly disengaged
from my arms and started walking somewhat briskly toward the commotion she had
spotted.

As I chased after Donna, I started to see what the problem was...a bright red
pickup was sitting almost in the back of the lot where a big grungy looking
guy was having an animated conversation with a girl. As we closed to within 50
yards, I saw the big guy raise the flat of his and slap the shit out of the
girl he was with. She didn't even have time to fall back against truck before
he slapped her hard again. Donna picked up her pace and closed on the pair
almost at a dead run now.

My heart was pounding because I knew what was going to happen. I was now going
to witness one of my fantasies coming true, but I couldn't help still fearing
for Donna. This guy was big, much bigger than me, easily six foot four and was
grossly overweight, probably a good 300 pounds judging by the huge gut hanging
over his belt. He had a full beard and wore beat up denim with holes in the
greasy undershirt and he reeked of beer...a real slob by any measure. He was
about to slap the defenseless girl with his greasy paw again until Donna
shouted at him to leave the girl alone.

He turned to Donna just I got there and he told her to mind her own fucking
business or he'll start slapping her around next after his girlfriend had
learned a lesson. I could see her scowl deepen and her fists clench as she
ground her teeth at his remark. She calmly told him that she was a Tae Kwon Do
black belt and that she would not permit him to continue to abuse this woman,
and told him to walk away. I added 'while you still can' in my mind, but had
kept my mouth shut.

He turned to scream at the terrified woman who was still cowering in his grip
and Donna again shouted at him to leave, but this time she grabbed the fat
brute and wheeled him around to face her. She again told him to walk away and
nobody had to get hurt.

I looked around at the dark lot and a few people had actually started moving
our way to see what all the commotion was about. I noticed maybe ten people in
all had started wandering over.

The big redneck laughed at this and said he would choke her with her bullshit
'black belt' and all that it meant that she would just try and kick him in the
balls. Donna was seething now and she was screaming at him, daring him to slap
her around. He waved Donna off and turned back to start badgering his
girlfriend again. Donna was livid as she wheeled him around again except this
time she socked him straight in the eye!

As he reeled back from the unexpected blow, she again told him to retreat but
I knew he wasn't going away that easy. He then said that if she wanted to play
rough that was just fine by him as he slowly advanced on her. Donna took a
couple of steps back to lead him away from the girl in trouble and while the
brute had his attention drawn, I quickly made my way to the beaten woman,
threw my jacket over her shoulders and rushed her out of harm's way. She was
confused and crying but I was doing my best to console her and told her
everything would be fine. She started begging me to go save Donna before he
killed her to which I calmly said she would be just fine.

Donna saw me hustle the girl out of there and knowing that she was out of the
way for now, turned her attention to the problem at hand. Mr. Brute was
fighting a grand battle with his mouth while stalking Donna but as yet had not
done anything. Neither combatant had noticed the ring of people that had
gathered to watch the spectacle unfold.

Donna let him get a step or two closer and called him a fat, cowardly bully
that only picked on defenseless women. He said that she would pay for that and
rushed to grab her, his patented 'bitch-slapping' hand already cocked in the
air. He advanced almost into his striking range when Donna rocked back and
shot her leg out in a hard kick that connected to the redneck's mouth giving
out a loud karate yell. The big man was rocked and stumbled backward holding
his mouth and groaning as Donna advanced and delivered another big roundhouse
kick across the face. Donna landed in a perfect Tae Kwon Do stance and froze
there as the big man fell on the ground at her feet groaning and spitting
blood. The crowd of people gathering behind me were saying things like 'oh
shit, did you see that' and 'oh fuck, look at that, she knows martial arts,
she's going to kick this guy's ass' and another one from a woman was 'she is
amazing, this is awesome, I'm glad I didn't call the cops'.

Donna kept focused on this guy who was starting to get to his knees again and
I was kind of surprised she let him get back up. She just slowly crept around
him in a crouch with her arms cocked and waiting for him to make the next
move.

She asked him if he'd had enough as he was still shaking off the cobwebs of
being kicked in the head twice. She said there was no shame in just walking
away and he should think twice about fighting with her. He just fumed again
with another idle threat and lunged at her again, surprisingly enough with
almost the very same lumbering attack he had already unsuccessfully used.

Donna waited until he had almost grabbed her when she stepped back and grabbed
the guy and threw her hip into him dragging him over using his own momentum
and dumped him hard on the parking lot in a surprisingly familiar move. She
didn't advance or try to finish him, merely kept slowly circling her downed
opponent in a crouch, placing her feet very carefully with each step, moving
slowly and gracefully, like a predator stalking her prey.

She continued taunting the big redneck as he wallowed to his feet rubbing his
shoulder calling him weak and told him that he beat women to cover his own
inadequacies. Donna told him that all he had to do was quit fighting and go
away adding that she had no wish to injure him any further.

I distinctly saw the corner of her mouth curl into a slight grin as the big
redneck advanced on her again. She anticipated his charge, hopped into the air
with leg and brought the other one around in a high arc and dropped it on his
face smashing his nose with an audible crunch. He literally screamed in pain
as he grabbed his face and stumbled backward against his truck. Donna ran
straight at him and used her momentum to sink her knee into his giant belly.

He literally spit blood all over her as the blow hit and he doubled over and
slowly dropped to the ground yet again. Donna asked him if he'd had enough yet
and if he was going to go away. He only groaned and coughed up blood still
trying hard to get back up.

The crowd was now voicing their excitement watching Donna use her marital arts
skills against a much bigger and stronger opponent and handling him
effortlessly. I turned and saw a woman who was just staring slack jawed at
this guy, staggered and bloodied and said quietly to her boyfriend that she
didn't know a woman could do that to a man, especially such a big one.

Donna just hopped back and forth, casually throwing some easy shadowboxing
punches and watched her opponent stagger to his feet, shaking his head and
holding his enormous stomach. Donna told him that he was a fat, out of shape
bully and now that he's had a lesson, he should go away before she puts him in
the hospital.

The fat man was still trying to focus his vision again and swiped his arm
across his busted lip with murder in his eye. He stood there huffing and
puffing, his nose and mouth leaking blood down his considerable front soaking
his shirt through. His knees firmed up and he quit wobbling and he again
advanced on Donna who sank into a graceful stance and waited for him.

Bruce's guard came up now, no longer just charging headlong at her, and
started to advance on her telling her that he wasn't going down to any woman.
He took a couple of lumbering swipes at her which she nimbly ducked under and
scampered around behind him giving him a shove. He stumbled forward and turned
around as Donna let out a loud karate yell and I swear she lept at least two
feet off the ground and brought her heel crashing down on his shoulder.

Bruce's eyes bugged out and his bloody mouth opened in a gurgling scream as he
collapsed on the pavement in a heap clutching his shoulder. Donna just circled
with a hard look on her face and told him to give up or she would have to
continue to injure him. Watching this little beauty beat him senseless with
such grace and power was getting increasingly erotic to me. Donna's opponent
was bloody and hurt and she didn't have a scratch on her. I saw now that she
was an extremely skilled martial artist and I confirmed my earlier suspicion
that she could easily handle multiple men with no problem.

The hapless brute was still in agony over his shoulder but amazingly wallowed
back up to his feet. His arm now hung at an odd angle and it was obvious even
through his neck fat that his clavicle was broken. He was huffing and out of
breath, injured and bleeding...she said that he looked pretty bad and asked
again if he had had enough yet when he went to his back pocket and brought his
hand out hitting the button on his switchblade.

There were a few audible gasps throughout the crowd, but Donna wasn't fazed in
the least focusing on the knife like a laser. She waited for him to come
lumbering forward with another clumsy attack swiping away at her with the
knife. She waited for him to extend and when he did, she snapped her foot into
the back of his knife hand causing Bruce to scream out but more importantly,
sent the knife flying out into the dark parking lot.

Donna rocked back raising her knee high in the air and snapped her foot out
with amazing speed with that high pitched yell of hers. He found that he
couldn't raise his arm to block the kick that instantly crashed into the side
of his head. She spun around and extended her leg with another karate yell and
delivered another kick that smashed into the other side sending him reeling
back barely conscious against the side of his pick up truck.

Donna wasted no time now that Bruce had started to pull out weapons and
advanced on him like a cat. She let a huge grunt like Monica Seles delivering
a forehand smash and sent her foot crashing into his jaw right behind the ear.
Bruce recoiled off the hood of his truck and slowly sunk to the ground and lay
in an unconscious heap against the front wheel now bleeding profusely.

The crowd let a whoop and some people were even clapping when in was over now
chatting to each other how amazing that fight was. I took Donna's coat and
gently placed it on her shoulders as she stood in front of the bloody heap in
front of her. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and said 'well done honey,
you're simply amazing'. She grinned back quickly and said that somebody should
call an ambulance for this guy so he doesn't choke to death on his own blood
or something.

The girl who Donna rescued (Clara was her name we were to find out) came
running up to hug Donna thanking her profusely for stopping him. Her face had
already begun to swell and we asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital as
well. She said unfortunately that she was used to it, and she'd put up with
the beatings for almost a year. Clara said that watching Donna beat the crap
of Bruce (apparently his name) convinced her that she didn't have to put up
with that, and she then asked Donna where she could get trained to fight like
she could, so she could take care of her own safety. She said after all if
Donna had not been there, Bruce would have surely given her another severe
beating. She grabbed her purse from me and quickly shuffled through her wallet
producing a card with name of the gym that Donna went to. She told Clara to
ask for the guy on the card, that was who taught her.

Several people, especially the girls there, came up to Donna congratulating
her and telling her how spectacular it was watching her take care of that
asshole Bruce. One girl joked, 'once again, the best man for the job is a
woman' to which the women laughed and the men sort of looked down at the
ground. Donna said we should get out of there so we jumped into my car and
took off.

...to be continued.