How I first out boxed my husband in the summer of 2015




My name is Linda and I am a happily married 45 year old RN living on Long
Island, NY. I was brought up in a traditional Italian family with 2 older
brothers a mere mile where I live now with my husband and 2 grown children,
both girls. My late Dad was a wonderful man and he put boxing gloves on me at
the age of 12 with the intent teaching his precious daughter to take care of
herself. He was a wonderful man who passed 6 years ago. He fought
professionally for a short time and he knew the sport well. I took to it well
and by the time I was 14 I was beating almost every boy who came down to our
basement to challenge me and by 16 I was fighting in every Toughwoman contest
and Golden Glove contest he could find, often lying about my age too. Since I
was always big for my age that was easy. However, he forbade me nor did I have
the desire to ever lift my hand to anyone in the street. The same was true for
my brothers. Fighting in the ring was fine and defending yourself was
naturally fine but NEVER bully, never attack, and never lose your temper and
hurt anyone. An easy rule to follow for us to follow since none of had or have
a mean or violent streak.

I fought all the way through nursing school to earn money for tuition and I
loved it. Even when I lost I loved it although I rarely lost. By the time I
met my husband, who is a pediatrician, I stopped fighting and had our two
children almost immediately. I always worked AND raised the kids and was
always bust between the two. I never really worked out except for walking with
my girlfriends and some tennis and swimming. In a blink of the eye I was 40
years old, the kids were grown and I was ready for some change. Through a
friend I decided to get back into boxing, no, not to fight but just to train.
I started out at 5'9 165 pounds, 42D-33-34. I was always VERY strong and I
mean really "GUY" strong and even with that weight I never looked out of shape
but I admit I could have lost some weight. I carried the weight well and
dressed appropriately and had no shortage of young interns hitting on me.

Gosh I loved it!!!! It felt so good to hit the bags and jump rope and do all
the situps and pushups. Prior to this I never lifted weights but now I was
lifting too. The changes were immediate, I LOVED it, people were commenting
and it was more than I was hopeing for. Within 4 month's I was down to 155,
had significant muscles popping in my arms and a drop in my abs, was down to
155 and now I was 40D-30-34. Buying new clothes, hearing the comments from our
friends and feeling so strong and fit again was outrageous. Our sex life was
always good but this energized me and I was grabbing my hubby every chance I
got and he loved the new me too. Except, he was making some disparaging
obnoxious comments about my boxing. He was in decent shape at 6'0'' and 190
and he knew all about my history of boxing before I met him. He would push on
my abs or see the muscles and say things like "so you think you really could
take a punch from some young thing" "can you imagine if I hit you there" "your
biceps look good but you know you are not as strong as a guy". All of those
comments hurt me since, 1- they were not true and I knew that and 2- I think
he was jealous. None of that stopped me from training and eventually sparring!
Yes, it has been years but I did spar. Big 16 oz gloves and headgear but it
felt great. The teachers of the class saw I was very experienced and had me
sparring with the men since after a few sessions I demolished all the women to
the point they would not even spar with me and I swear I was hitting them at
1/2 power, tops. With the men I went all out and keeping in mind two things-
one is that I had REAL boxing experience, far far more than them and 2- they
were all MUCH younger than me. However, after a couple of month's and TWO real
knockouts of these young men, one where I broke 2 of his ribs and the other a
combination of lethal type blows to his padded head, ha ha, it was time to
step up my game and go to real boxing gym VS my healthclub.

I felt at home in many ways. I was one of very few white women but I loved the
smell, the feel and LOVED seeing all the changes in my body. Getting hard
again, the pushups and situps do wonders, the workout itself was refreshing
and I loved that string feeling and seeing the muscles appear in my arms, back
and abs again. I walked around the hospital with a more confident feeling as
the young residents all hit on me a lot more than usual. Buying new clothes
was fun too and the sex was off the charts. Not so much on his end but on
mine, this strong feeling and better look was getting ME horny!! Ha ha.

Every summer, even when the kids were young and we sent them to sleep away
camp me and Tom would take at least 6 weeks off to relax and travel and get
ourselves together. It was GREAT. Either paid or unpaid time it was worth it,
it was OUR special time. This summer was no different even though the kids
were gorwn. Our plan was to stay home the first 3 weeks and then travel across
the country in a luxury vehicle for 5 weeks, more or less. The time leading up
to the summer was exciting for me as I scheduled 2 real full contact fights at
this local boxing gym. Something they did every year. Neither woman had a
chance since both lacked experience or at least my experience. The first young
lady, black and 28 and well built and nice enough found herself on the canvas
within 30 seconds from a left hook strait right combo. When she got up I just
about lifted her ass off her feet with a 2 punch uppercut to her gut and that
was that. She was on the canvas for a solid five minutes. The second lady was
quite the looker as they say. A white lady but likely mixed with Asian of some
type. She looked scared and I knocked her out cold also in the first round.
When I went home I pretty much attacked my hubby I was SO horny and had
amazing sex. Unfortunately, his obnoxious and jealous comments persisted as I
got in great shape, defined muscles, a 29 inch waste which was GREAT and even
my D cup boobs were firm and smaller and tighter as I started lifting weights
as part of my training. At a very very very solid 155 lbs., real live muscles
for the first time in my life as in biceps and abs and receiving more
attention and comments than I have ever experienced in my life I was feeling
confident and great. My newest measurements were 38 D- 29-34 with 15 inch
biceps when I flexed and God knows I flexed a lot, ha ha ha. Nobody could
believe the amounts I lifted either since I told you I have always been
strong. As I was on him, with him in me, if you understand, with my now 4 pack
of ripping abs staring him in his face he said " nice abs but still no way you
could take a punch from me" and at the SAME time as I was riding him he
grabbed my now defined biceps and said " getting there". WTF, I was pissed and
told him. I told him he never even saw me fight and that I just scored TWO
knockouts over women young enough to be our daughter. Do you understand, I
asked, what it takes to actually box and then knock someone out? One word led
to another and I said to hell with this I challenged him to fight
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was appalled and pissed and ranted how he would never do
that because he does not want to hurt me. Well, we went at it verbally and I
stood up and shadow boxed and watched his mouth drop. I stared at him with my
fists balled up so pissed off and said, Ok tough guy, tomorrow as in fucking
TOMORROW, we box right there in the yard at 11AM. Don't be a pussy and
bullshit your skinny arms out of this and then I did something I hardly ever
did, I did a double bicep pose and held it there for him. In my life I never
had muscles like this, actual softball sized biceps, it was great. I said, you
are in for hell and I am going to teach you a lesson tomorrow and you will be
my fucking bitch. I laughed inside as I never spoke that way and he went
ballistic calling me names and telling me he is going to knock me out and I
will be HIS bitch and suck his cock morning and night for the entire vacation,
yada yada and then some. I mean we went at it. I went into our bedroom and
told him to sleep in one of the spares and enjoy his last night without a
black eye and I slammed the door.

The fact is I was ready to fight him. No, this is nothing I have ever wanted
to do to him which would amount to embarrass him, rob his manhood and perhaps
even divorce him as a result. In my heyday I beat up guys and I knew what it
did to them. They never made eye contact with me after that, always avoided me
and my friends and I know they felt like shit as a result. Fully
understandable. I always knew I was a better boxer than he was, I mean not
exactly the biggest surprise on the planet since it was ME and ONLY ME who had
any experience and quite frankly mine was extensive. He had no idea how to
throw a punch, what it is like to take a punch to the face or a barrage to the
body or would even have the stamina to last a round or 2 or more. No clue to
what a boxers workout included. Yes, he is bigger than me but I always knew I
was stronger and he did too to be honest. But it is time to do this and I was
physically and emotionally ready to put a beating on him and see where this
goes. I hardly slept a wink and was in the kitchen wearing just my panties and
did so on purpose the next morning. I wanted him to see my new body, see my
muscles, see my big firmer breasts , see my back and my biceps and triceps
that I was so proud of and intimidate him and that is what I did. I knew I was
looking great and I knew that because of all the people telling me how good I
look. All of our friends and I mean all of them commented about my weight loss
and how "strong" I was looking and every time they did he would look away like
he did not hear a thing and that pissed me off. Meantime all of the young
interns and residents were talking to me and hitting on me more often. It used
to be just the D cups I understand that but now it was about the muscles they
saw under my short sleeve nurse uniform and everything else. He came out of
the bedroom and said good morning and asked me if I was ready to get "knocked
out" and to "learn my place". I turned towards him and said FUCK YOU and I
flexed and said "you have no idea how your life is going to change at 11
o'clock, in just 3 hours from now you will be a new beaten to shit man, got
it? He laughed but a nervous laugh. I told him we are wearing 8 oz gloves and
mouthpieces and told him where they were and told him to meet me outside at 11
or I will find him and beat him like a coward if he is late. And fuck YES I
Was serious. We both stared at each other with intent and I walked out of the
room and mumbled "wonder who I will be fucking tonight?" And laughed out loud
and his response was, FUCK YOU you will be sucking this cock tonight and day
starting at 11:05. So pucker up those lips baby and get ready to suck my cock
and you better swallow every last drop of my manly fluids like you always do.
I was FURIOUS!!!! And yes I knew he was nervous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At 5 before 11 I was outside in our very private yard wearing a ribbed
T-shirt, sports bra underneath, blue shorts and 8 oz black gloves and barefoot
on the grass. He came out on time wearing a white t shirt, black gloves and
blue shorts and sneakers. I looked at him as I was warmed up and he had no
idea he should have done that too and I said "ready pussy shit boy for your
beating?" he laughed and said yes my little muscle bitch time to be cut down a
few rungs and after I do this I am going to bend you over the railing of that
deck, and he pointed at it, and said, fuck you like the man I am and the bitch
I am going to make you. I was infuriated and said,. LETS GO.

We faced each other as I buried 4 beautiful left jabs in his face. He had no
idea what to do next as his head jerked back with each blow of my VERY strong,
if I say so myself, jabs. The last one I put my entire body behind and for a
guy who never was punched in his face the look on his was noteworthy. The
shock and fear on his face got me wet!! I could have poured it on right there
and then but I wanted to do it more slowly as I was angry from his comments. I
landed another one, very hard jab and I saw his eyes glaze over as he
backpeddled and I walked after him. Now with his back against the fence and
watching him try to cover his face I moved in as ONLY a trained boxer can and
went after his body with 9, yes count em NINE unanswered blistering hooks to
his ribs as he dropped to the lawn holding his ribs and yelling OWE and
cursing. I stood over him in a steady voice telling him to grow a pair and
stand up and fight me like a man as he continued to curse. I stood back giving
him room to get up and he did so, slowly and holding his sides. I literally
had to laugh in his face seeing him like this knowing I could wrap this up in
no time but this was HIS time to understand. I was raised in a classic Italian
home where the man was boss and that is the role I played and did so happily.
We had a good marriage and had great kids but as we got older he became more
demanding and sometimes insulting. He demanded oral sex each morning and 3/7
nights and I did it and he rarely reciprocated and ignored me when I asked
why. He commented on my weight and other things about me that was getting me
angry. Today was the end, today he became MY bitch, today I became free from
being the dutiful wife always behind him and always being #2. As the fight
continued he finally stood up and I was berating him as the fear in his face
was palpable and I loved it. He put his hands up and he was saying "c'mon
bitch let's do this" to which I said " I think I am doing it and kicking your
ass" and I then buried 2 more jabs into his left eye that jerked his head back
like a dummy and forced his body to hit the fence again. I walked into him and
now so he can feel my breath and hear me I was ripping hard uppercuts and
hooks into his body and EACH one elicited a umph or argh sound as he tried to
do the same but he had no idea what he was doing and I blocked them all with
my elbows. I was talking to him calling him impotent, faggot, pussy, weakling
as I felt his bod literally getting weaker with each thunderous blow to his
exposed and I mean TOTALLY exposed body. I stepped back and I lost control for
a minute or actually 30 seconds and used his face as a speedbag as landed
countless blows to his eyes, lips and face and was throwing punches at 75% of
my full power as I watched his face become swollen right in front of me and he
was bleeding from his lips. I pushed him away and he almost fell from the
exhaustion, the pummeling and the heat that day. I do not perspire much and
with the weight loss and increased aerobic activity I was fine but he was
panting and sweating like a mule. I pounded my gloves together and said "
you're not doing to good and you look like shit MY BITCH" . He had no reply as
he was in more pain then he ever was in his entire life BY FAR, being
humiliated more or maybe for the first time in his life and he was confused by
the beating. I was not confused at all as I knew EXACTLY what I was doing and
loving every second of it. I was the one who was physically stronger, I was
the one with boxing experience, I was the one with real muscles and I was the
one who was going to change BOTH of our lives, right here and NOW. I said,
"ready to get knocked out like the BITCH you are?" He did not answer except to
wave me over like he wanted or COULD fight. I laughed and then posed my
muscles for him which drove him CRAZY angry. He charged at me which of course
was a super stupid move, hands down charge and I timed him perfectly and threw
a classic straight right into his face and it was a picture of
beauty!!!!!!!!!!!! That punch stopped him in his tracks, his eyes rolled back
and he fell face first, with his left glove under him on our beautiful lawn.
Not a sound from the other yards that day and he was stone still. For a second
I got scared but like I said JUST for a second. I have not knocked a man out
in 20 years and it felt GREAT!!!! I used my teeth to undo the Velcro on my
gloves so I could turn his body over and take out his mouthpiece so he could
breathe better and I was in heaven. He was really unconscious bad, as in
nothing, no sign of life, ha ha. I massaged his neck and face and OMG that
face was swelling badly and one eye was closed shut and purple. I felt
GREAT!!!!!!!!!! His eyes finally opened or at least one of them, ha ha , and I
took off my top and started to talk baby talk to him. I said Mommy just gave
you a beating because you were a bad bad boy and then Mommy knocked you out
like a little 15 year old bitch. Do you understand what I am saying? This was
GREAT and I was enjoying every second of it. He looked confused and had no
idea I was topless and my tits were resting on his chest as I spoke to him and
I smiled ear to ear. I sat on his sore belly as he came to more and more and
started to moan in pain and ask me what happened. I was happy to repeat in
baby talk again and my mouth was a millimeter from his. He was a mess!!!! I
told him to lay there until I said it was OK to stand and he tried to stand
anyway as I was sitting on his chest so I just pushed his head down on the
lawn and repeated it again but louder and he froze staying still. I decided to
pose for him with my new muscles that I adored and were getting so much
attention and asked him if he liked being dominated. Now I NEVER talked that
way to "my man" and he was VERY surprised that I Was taking charge. Since he
did not answer me I asked him again if he liked my muscles and still no
answer. So I stood up and grabbed him by his hair and stood him up and he was
wobbly and still wearing his gloves. I told him that " I guess I have to beat
the answer out of you" and I laughed in his face. I kept my hand firmly on his
hair and walked him into the bathroom to clean him up and make sure he was OK
after suffering a fast beating and knockout- like he was in shock. He really
was still wobbly and that was making me SO fucking wet. I sat him down on the
closed toilet bowl and got a wet rag and ice ready to help him along and when
I got back into the bathroom he had his gloves covering his swollen face and
he was sobbing!!!!!!!!! I stood there in the door way and watched him and
shook my head knowing WE will never be the same and I was perfectly OK with
it. I tip toed closer and stood over him and put the ice and rags in the sink
and took his gloves away from his face and put them next to his body. Still
topless I was SO horny at that moment it was crazy and he would not look in my
eyes and stared at the floor. Keeping my hands on my hips I stood there and
told him to look at me ... .but he did not or could not out of humiliation so
I got stern. I said, LOOK AT ME BITCH OR I WILL BEAT YOU WITH THESE FUCKING
FISTS RIGHT HERE . AND NOW. I loved the whole scene as I never spoke to anyone
so much him that way. His eyes flicked up at me and I wondered what the hell
he could be thinking and feeling. I bent down and put my flexed bicep in his
face and did not say a word and then I took his right hand, with the glove
still on it, and rubbed it against my ever slimming wasteline and asked him
what he thought and he smiled. I took his shorts off even though he protested
a little and when he did I threw a short uppercut into his gut and he yelled a
AGH and I told him to FOLLOW MY DIRECTIONS EXACTLY. I took his cock in my hand
and started to play with it, WOWEE you are so hard, maybe you like being
beaten by your wife or maybe you like these new muscles. He said "fuck you"
and started to squirm out of the way but I had him against the bathroom door
with my body. He actually tried to punch me a few times in the arms but by
this time he had "that look" in his eyes like he was about to explode and sure
enough he did. He came a ton and as I was jerking his cock with one hand I put
the other hand on top of his cock and collected almost all of his cum as he
slightly bent over and orgasmed. This was great I thought. Then I VERY FIRMLY
grabbed him by his hair with one hand and shoved his own cum in his mouth with
the other- and I mean firmly. As he was standing and I was jamming my cum
filled hand into his mouth I noticed the definition in my triceps and I have
to say, ha ha I was impressed!! He tried to jiggle away but I had him in a
hold he could not escape. He began to choke and almost bit me so I let go and
seeing all of his cum in his mouth was one of the best things I have ever
seen!!!! He was SO ANGRY he threw 4-5 punches into my belly and since I was
not ready for them the first 2 did hurt but I tightened up after that and I
was fine. After that, I returned the favor with 4 hooks to his belly and there
he was, a sight for sore eyes!!! Lying on the floor, CRYING, with cum spitting
from his mouth saying "Please stop, please stop, I am sorry, please stop I
cannot take it anymore". I swear to Christ himself I came as I stood over him
and I played with my breasts. I came standing up without any other stimulation
besides the site of him lying there crying and begging me to stop. By far,
hands down, no contest, the biggest and longest and most fulfilling orgasm of
my entire life. Mr. macho man was CRYING, crying on the floor with his own cum
in his and around his mouth. I was shaking my head saying out loud, I cannot
believe this, the father of my daughters, beaten, humiliated and crying and
scared of me! Holy shit!!

I looked down at him as he was lying on the floor holding his belly, STILL
wearing the gloves and wiping the tears from his eyes ( besides when his
mother died I never saw him cry!) and cum his OWN cum dripping down his chin
and wondered what is next. I bent down and started to put my hands through his
hairs and told him to calm down and he did begin to stop crying and I am sure
the pain from my belly blasts was subsiding. I sat next to him and he was
looking at me like a puppy so I cradled his head in my lap and put his mouth
on my breasts and he instinctively began sucking my tits and I have to tell
you I was in ALL of my glory, it felt AMAZING. I talked to him as he was
sucking away on my hard nipples with ME in total control of us and I do mean
sucking away and told him I was sorry for proving the point that I was a
better fighter than he was and the FACT that I was and always have been
stronger. I had to pry his mouth off my tits so I could talk face to face with
him and looking right into his eyes I said, you do understand what I just
said, right? He nodded his head and I said, sorry I need you to say it. He
said, you are right. No, I said I want you to say the whole thing OR I will
hurt you again. The whole time I am cradling him in my arms and looking at my
flexed bicep that looked great. I grabbed his face hard and I knew that was
going to hurt since he was swollen, and I said say it now, last time. He
looked at me as his eyes swelled with tears and he said " you are a better
fighter and you are stronger than me". Again, I was in heaven and said " OK
baby now finish sucking mommy's tits" and I directed his mouth back to my
breasts. I had to laugh out loud a few times at this scene and the best part
he knew I was laughing at him!!!

After a while, not sure how long, I told him to lie on his back and when I
said that he said, "please do not hurt me" I swear I almost orgasmed when he
said that!!!!!! Once on his back I took his gloves off as I sat on his chest
and asked him if he was OK, he smiled and said, "getting there, but I would
like to get up now and shower". Without a word I slid my pussy over his mouth
and told him to lick me deep and he did exactly that and I came on his face
like a faucet. Here we were in MAJOR role reversal. He was always the man, me
always the woman, him always the macho man in charge, always having me blow
him, always saying a derogatory comment here and there and now he is MY BITCH!
Pure and simple, he is my bitch. After I came all over his mouth I slid back
down to his chest and reached behind to his cock which was erect and I asked
him if getting beaten to a pulp and knocked out like a bitch turned him on.
His reaction was surreal. He broke, he began sobbing again like I have never
seen in my life. Like a death in the family sob. I felt badly for him and got
off his belly and sat next to him and grabbed him and again cradled him in my
breasts and told him "accept this please" "do not fight it" "you cannot beat
me physically I hope you understand" and through tears and sobs he said " I
know". He was licking his snot and tears from my breasts and I kept saying
"good bitch, good bitch" just to drive the point home some more. We stayed
like that for a good 30 minutes until I told him to get the shower ready so he
can shower ME. He stood up, sore and beaten and battered and his mind was
swimming in confusion and I stood up too. I grabbed his arm and said "feel
these" and did some muscle posing which was AWESOME beyond belief as he
touched and felt my arms and abs and he as getting another erection and he
gave me "that look" I have seen so many times, the look of c'mon baby blow me,
and I just shook my head and said, "those days are over my bitch" "you
understand that, right?" he nodded and dropped to his knees and hugged me.
Heaven , heaven and heaven. I told him I wanted a cigarette now before the
shower. I know it is a disgusting habit but I admit I do have a cigarette on
occasion, usually with my girlfriends when we go out for dinner and drinks and
a pack can last me 2-3 month's and he HATES when I smoke. He gave me one of
his shitty judgemental looks when I told him I wanted a cigarette and I
grabbed his face and got an inch away from his face and said " you have a
fucking problem with that?" and it took maybe 3-4-5 seconds and he said in a
weak voice "no I don't" and I released him. We walked into the kitchen after
all that has transpired in the past 2 hours or so, imagine his life changed or
I should say OUR lives changed in just 120 minutes, and we walked out to the
deck where I told him to light it for me and he did. There we stood and I knew
he hated every second of this, and I told him to sit on the deck next to me
like a dog as I smoked. I looked down at him after the first few drags and
said " no stupid I said sit like a dog" and sure as shit he sat like a dog and
covered his face in shame. I finished about 1/2 which is my usual MO and told
him to stand up and now he can shower me first and that is exactly what we
did. I have showered him 100x and sometimes he would do me a little but this
was much different. He showered me from head to toe and was staring at all of
my hard and defined muscles, I had him shower my fists and he massaged them
and I kept telling him how easy it was for me to beat him unconscious and he
had a raging erection that I would not touch even though I wanted to. I was in
heaven watching him be a totally different, submissive, weak and now trained
man. I posed on and off for him and had him feel my biceps and abs as I talked
shit to him the whole time. When I was done I told him now he can clean
himself up but that if he touched his hard cock I would beat him worse than
before and he asked why. I said, listen, don't ask just obey, got it? He
nodded his head but I said, no nodding, I want to hear you so I know you
understand and he pretty much yelled YES and had tears dripping down his face.
Sad to watch but I was still loving it.

TO BE CONTINUED