Beaten by my Smaller Girlfriend, a True Story
by Harold Stonicifer



Most athletic women no longer simply accept that men are stronger, or that of
course a man would win in a real fight against a woman. What does the average
out of shape guy know about what it takes to maintain a fit body, or the pain
and the strength that kind of exercise requires? These women look at typical
men around their size and feel fairly confident that in a real fight, these
men would get their asses kicked.

I'm 5'9", about 144lbs, and in decent shape. I've been in real fights against
guys and won most. So like most guys, I had to learn the hard way that there
were athletic girls around my size and even smaller who could really beat me
at wrestling and probably kick my ass in a real fight, too.

I was surprised that one of these girls knew that I assumed to let her win,
but thought she could beat me in a real fight anyway. She told me that I
didn't try my hardest because I was afraid to face the fact that I would lose
anyway, and that I was the arrogant one for assuming I could simply decide to
win when all the evidence indicated the opposite. Whether I presumed to allow
it or not, she beat me every time, and not only at wrestling, but at mercy and
shadow boxing. She also noticed that whenever she taunted me and got me to
really fight and I kept losing anyway, instead of trying harder or continuing
to really fight back, I would almost immediately stop fighting my hardest and
try to laugh it off, before I had to accept the fact that I would lose anyway,
no matter how hard I tried.

This girl was significantly smaller than me, about 6 inches shorter and 35lbs
lighter, and eventhough she was surprisingly strong and extremely fit, the
idea of losing to her in a real fight, or even in just a real wrestling match,
seemed utterly ridiculous and impossible to me, not to me mention incredibly
humiliating if it actually happened.

My first mistake was to assume that I could prevent becoming sexually
distracted if I had to. Sexual arousal is an instinct, and the sexual control
it gives women makes female domination a physical and mental reality. Laura
could turn me on just with her voice, and at times she could distract me to
the point that I could barely speak, let alone fight back.

Shortly after we had this discussion, she woke up in a bad mood one morning,
and asked me if I had death wish when I snapped back at her. I can't remember
what I said next, but before I knew it, she charged back into the room and
grabbed my wrists as she jumped up and pushed me back simultaneously, knocking
me back onto her bed and landing with her knees on my biceps as she pulled up
on my wrists. I screamed out in pain and begged her to stop before I could
control myself. She just looked down at me and smiled. She had me helpless in
about 2 seconds and we both knew it. I told myself that she had taken me by
surprise, but was forced to admit that not only had I lost, but I was afraid
to try and grab her head with my legs and fight back. My head was between her
firm thighs, and as I looked up at the curve of her breasts and her firm
stomach I couldn't help becoming aroused, despite the embarrassement I felt.

She got off of me and slowly walked out of the room, making a point of not
even bothering to look back to see if I would attack her, and feeling my eyes
on her firm ass. I told myself that she had taken me by surprise, and this
helped to lessen the humiliation a little bit, but still, shouldn't I have
been able to win anyway?

Sensing my denial, the next day, she laid down flat on her bed in her bra and
panties and told me to get on top of her. She told me that she wanted me to
try and pin her as hard as I could, just to see if she could get up. I pinched
her thighs between mine, grabbed her wrists, and dug my elbows into her biceps
as she had done to me. I knew she was strong, but I had no idea how strong
until this moment. Her legs were significantly stronger than mine, and as she
pushed my legs apart she caused me to lose my balance. The instant I fell to
the left, she pushed up against my right arm and freed her wrist while
gripping mine. When I tried to compensate, she repeated this tactic on my
other arm and moved her legs with me, rolling me onto my back. She dug her
knees into my inner thighs as she pinned my arms and smiled down at me. She
gave me a little shrug, as if to say that this is how it's supposed to be
done.

I admitted that she was better than me at wrestling, and that I couldn't beat
her, but clung to the illusion that I could win a real fight, and told her I
still thought I could probably win at boxing. She laughed at me and told me to
be careful, or I might really humiliate myself. I asked her if she really
thought she could beat me in a real fight and she laughed at me again. She
told me that she knew she could. I let it go at that, or in other words,
backed down, and in some ways, that was even worse than getting beaten up.

The next day, she called me into her room and had me sit down on her bed. She
sat on top of me, straddling my waist with her chest in my face as she looked
down into my eyes. She told me that in a couple, when one person was better
than another at certain things, it meant that that person was in charge. She
covered my mouth with her hand as I tried to speak. From this position, I was
afraid to fight back. I was sure she'd have me pinned the instant I tried to
grab her hands. She told me to just nod if I understood, and I did. Again, she
made a point of walking away without even bother to turn back to check on me.

From this point, she continued to establish her physical dominance. While
having sex, she would never let me be on top anymore. She told me how thin I
looked, and that she could break me in half, and I nodded that I knew. During
a rougher session, she told me that she would beat the shit out of me if I
came, and I was honestly afraid that she would. She lifted my back off the bed
with one hand while pinching my ass with the other, and as our torsos touched,
I felt just how much stronger than me she really was.

Thankfully, we never had that real fight, and she never beat me up in public
as she often threatened to do, but I have to admit that if we did have that
real fight, I'm fairly certain I would've gotten my ass kicked, even before
she broke me in. By the time her dominance was established, there was no way I
could've won. I was afraid that I would lose even if I took her by surprise,
or managed to sucker punch her, and was even more afraid of the consequences
these cheap shots would have. And even I did manage to win this way, it would
inevitably lead to a fair, real fight, and I was sure that in that case, she
would have absolutely no mercy. Eventually, I had to admit that mentally,
physically, and psychologically, this girl had me owned.

Harold Stonicifer