The downfall of Julie the ko queen
by Julie
Julie packed an awesome punch but then it all went wrong


My name is Julie. I have always keen on fitness and took up boxing at my local
gym when I was 16. I soon found that I had two problems. First I have large
bouncy boobs that not only have to be protected but also bear extremely
sensitive nipples with large pink aureoles. These are so sensitive that even a
little innocent rubbing in a clinch can sometimes give me a spasm of pleasure
down below. Which can be a little distracting!

Second I have, if not a glass, certainly a weak chin. I soon found in training
that even a light blow there could cause my legs to turn to jelly and my eyes
to glaze over. I fist found this out when a younger girl I was teaching caught
me a glancing blow on the button and dumped me unceremoniously on my bum. From
that time I learned to keep my guard up at all costs. Even so I was ko'd twice
while sparring in the gym.

However, taking care to keep up a good defence, my fighting career went like a
bomb. I have a hammer-like right hand that usually puts opponents to sleep it
when it lands. I won all my first 8 fights by knockout taking only 17 rounds
in total. One of these was Vanessa, the club champion for the past 10 years,
who claimed she had never before been down for a count much less ko'd..

Then it all changed. I felt 'heavy' as I went into my next fight. I think it
must have been 'that time of the month'. Anyway midway through the first round
I was caught by a punch to the head that put me down for the first time ever
in public. I got up at 9, but only just, only to receive an uppercut to the
jaw that sent me well and truly to la la land. I remember flashing lights, the
ceiling rotating around as I lay flat on my back, and a faraway voice that
seemed for some vague reason to be counting. The crowd were quiet and seemed
stunned as I was helped back to my corner on wobbly legs, to see their KO
Queen receive a bit of her own medicine.

I felt so humiliated that it was a few weeks before I went back to the gym,
working out at home instead. Then one day I was asked if I could take a fight
the same evening as another girl had had to pull out with a bad cold. I should
have said 'no' but I was in good shape and thought this might be a good way to
come back especially as I had ko'd Lynda, my opponent, inside one round in an
earlier fight. I had recently seen her around and thought she looked out of
condition and flabby. So an easy night beckoned. However it was all arranged
so quickly that I didn't even have time to shave under my arms.

It all started so well. Lynda's bloated midriff was as wobbly as her ample
bosom. I had her down twice early on but then got careless being nailed with a
wild haymaker to the jaw as I rushed in to finish her off. I just beat the
count and was then saved by the bell. I knew then, as I sat in my corner,
woozy and heavy legged, that I would never make it through another round. I
just wished I could have been cut and so allowed to retire with dignity.

The bell went all too soon. I was still wobbly ... .. And then the next thing
I knew I was back propped up in my corner. I had no idea where I was and when
I asked my second how the fight had gone she explained that I had been felled
by a right to the jaw right at the very start of the second round. I had
gamely struggled to get up using the ropes but my legs wouldn't support me and
I was duly spread eagled on the canvas, showing the whole world the golden
down in my armpits, and counted out.

After that I decided to give it one more shot and trained as I had never
trained before, encouraged by Alex, my new boyfriend. When the day of the
fight came I was confident. Mandy had lost as many fights as she had won. None
of her wins had come via the short route and she had been knocked out twice.
So she looked 'easy meat'. Indeed I had a good first round having her down for
two 9s and nearly stopping her there and then.

And then stupidity. At the start of the second I lifted my gloves to wave to
Alex, the wave intended to mean 'it won't be long now, then we can head for my
place'. However lifting my arms to wave exposed my stomach and Mandy duly
obliged. Wham! She put everything into the most colossal blow to the solar
plexus I have ever experienced. I fell flat on my back, my arms askew to
relieve the pressure on my chest. I could hear Alex frantically yelling at me
to get up but there was no chance. The referee might just as easily have
counted to 100 as to 10 for all the difference it would have made.

Being fully conscious made the feeling of helplessness and humiliation as I
was counted out, in front of Alex and all our friends, all the worse. But then
I found it was arousing me too. My nipples were erect and hard as bullets. Not
just that but my groin area was coming alive, warm and moist, with a vibrant
tingling feeling that gradually built up, wave after wave, until when the
climax came I could not contain a long low moan. If anyone heard I hope they
assumed it was from my discomfort from the punch.

After that I called it a day. An 8-3 record is not bad but it could so easily
have been better. However what was better still was making love that night
with Alex. After an orgasm that left me shrilly crying out and writhing in
ecstasy I could not help but wonder what would have happened if it had been
like that in the ring.