Home Sparring Session  
by Lovestospar



Quick story about the time my tkd ex caved into doing "full on sparring" with
me at home.

She was a purple belt and had just walked in the door from taekwondo. i was
horny as fuck(as always) to see her all sweaty after class. i didn't even give
her the time to set her bag down before i asked if she would spar me,
expecting the usual "no". i was amazed when she responded "If it'll get you to
stop bothering me, fine. Let's just get it over with". My jaw dropped in
astonishement.

So she dropped her bag, kicked off her flops, and slid into her cotton foot
pads while i pulled the car out of the garage so we'd have a good enough sized
space to use. We agreed on 3; 1 minute rounds and that i'd wear her helmet
just to be safe. However, as it turns out, i wouldn't last 20 seconds of round
1.

There was no real build up like i'd imagined, we kinda just stepped out into
the garage and squared off then she pressed the 1 minute timer on her iPhone.
We kinda just stood there feeling each other out. Turns out, watching her
bounce on the balls of her feet and realizing she knew what she was doing made
me legit nervous as hell. But as much as i wanted to get beat up by her, when
it became real, i for sure did not. i couldn't back out, tho. After all i'd
been pestering her about it for years. i'm taller than her, so i moved in to
grab her so i could wrestle her down and try to subdue her. That was my fatal
flaw. *BOOM!* She spun and blasted a hard, lightning-fast back-kick right
under my solar plexus with the heel of her left foot as she let out her
"KIYAP!!". I dropped to the floor in the fetal position gasping for breath
immediately. She barely reacted. No victory pose. No foot in the face or on my
head like I'd fantasized about. Nothing. She just stood in her fighting stance
seeing if i'd continue my attack. She just waited. I needed to vomit but
couldn't even find breath. Tears filled my eyes as i panicked, for real
fearing i wouldn't catch my breath ever again. That feeling lasted for what
seemed like several minutes. As i writhed in pain, breathless she said "I
don't mean to rub it in so soon, but this is why I never wanted to do this". i
couldn't respond. Finally my breath came back and i wiped the tears from my
eyes. When i could, i sprung up and ran to the bathroom. I barfed for about
10-15 minutes. When i came out, she was sitting on the floor in front of the
tv watching "Survivor". Which in hindsight was quite fitting. The coldness of
that moment sticks with me to this very day. She was just there, watching her
favorite tv show liked nothing had happened. Going on about her night like she
didnt just waste me in under 15 seconds. After an awkward moment she looked up
at me: "Don't ever ask me to spar you again." she ordered as she stood up and
made her way to the shower, untying her belt as she walked. She stopped as she
walked past me: "I thought I really hurt you. Don't make me feel like that
again." I could tell she was livid. I was too embarrassed to respond so I just
nodded. She walked into the bathroom as i sat on the couch waiting for her. No
lie, unfortunately, I think the entire dynamic of our relationship changed
that night. I'll never forget what ACTUALLY feeling inferior to her and her
feet felt like.