Street fighter




I beat my husband silly with my fists and he was far from the first one.

I found this site about 5 months ago and was excited to see that some of the
stories were real. Loved it and that was motivating for me to tell my story.
Let's start- I am now a 37 year old, three times married, mother of two girls,
living in the mid-west. I am 5'7'' and 155 lbs, solid, strong and have been
fighting since, well since I can remember. I went to a Catholic School with my
siblings and was always a little wild. I was well behaved and respectful of my
teachers and a decent student with a good family. We had our little "gang"
going back to 7th grade where we would always be fighting pretty much anyone
we could. They were like catfights back then, a few slaps, a few punches,
grabbing another girl by the hair and pounding it into the ground and each
fight was quick and for me relatively easy. We were all ( the other 8 girls in
the gang) very close and we are TO THIS DAY, even though 3 of them have moved
far away. Two of us still fight which is great. By the time I entered High
School I was one good fighter and began beating up guys and that was
tremendous back then. Just seeing them the next day all bruised and humiliated
was something we all loved especially since all 8 of us were AND STILL are
very attractive. It was in 10th grade that my b/f brought me into the boxing
club where I began some formal training and that was life changing. I stopped
smoking and for the first time began really working out in a formal way. It
was also the first time I met women who could and did beat my ass royally. I
admit I was an obnoxious young lady back then and why not. I thought I was the
Queen of the world with the fact that I was very pretty (if I say so myself)
had a tight and hard body with big boobs, had guys all over me all the time,
great girlfriends and the fact that I was beating up everyone and doing some
wild shit without anyone bothering me are the reasons. My wildness included
whupping ass on pretty much any woman I wanted to and I loved it. So when I
joined the boxing club it brought me back to earth when this girl gave me a
beating like I never received in my entire life. Seriously, I was never hit so
many times, with the accuracy, never hit so hard so many times, never felt
pain in so many places and was never dominated by any woman in my life the way
she did. Let me say that she was a skinny little bitch too and the second time
we fought I was seriously knocked out as in unconscious as in not knowing what
the hell happened and I was never knocked out in my life and I never felt so
low in my life, it was a terrible time that led me down a bad path for a short
time. OK OK the wakeup call was heard LOUD and clear.

From that moment on my life changed, in fact my life style changed. I became a
student of the game, I began running and lifting weights, I slept with guys I
would never have slept with before. Dumb guys, black guys, Hispanic guys but
they had bodies that were insane amazing and as much as they loved fucking the
blonde with the nice car I loved it more. So I worked out like a crazy lady
and was committed. I always had a great body but now it was taking on
dimensions that were new to me. I was like a 34-27-34 with my big D cups but
after a year, not only did I have very visible muscles like in my arms and
legs and abs, and I had to buy all new clothes but I went to 36 (all
muscle)-25-34 but had a whole new look and confidence. I knew I was tougher
than these women and had all that street fighting experience but these girls
could put me out in no time because they knew how to fight. I knew it was
going to take some time and I knew revenge was going to be sweet. In the
meantime I still did some street fighting even though part of the credo was to
never fight outside of the ring. But I loved to fight too much and with my new
skills and strength I was fucking dangerous and loved the hell out of it. I
remember the first girl I beat up was a "rival" from the neighborhood and we
met up at some club and I knew I was going to fuck her up. We did the usual
staring routine and then some cursing and standing there face to face and this
chick had NO fucking idea what was going to happen. I stood there and felt,
well I felt strong, stronger than ever and confident over the moon. We
exchanged some bad words and then she pushed me and the funny thing I saw it
from a mile away, part of my new training and reflexes and I allowed her to do
it too. I was pushed back maybe 2 feet and took a step and blasted this bitch
with one right hook square to her chin and she landed on her back, bleeding
from her mouth and UNCONSCIOUS. I felt nothing, no pain in my fist, nothing at
all but I did feel satisfaction. She was done, totally out and her friends
were in shock and ran to her. Clearly they knew I had changed, that studied my
body as I stood there begging for the next one who has balls to step up as I
kept my fists up as one of them said, oh look at the steroid muscle bitch. I
could not believe they were talking about me! Not exactly filled with muscles
but compared to them and the above average girl I guess I did, well I did! I
KNEW THEN I was hooked into this game.

Over the next several months I lived in that damn gym, I ate, breathed and
crapped boxing. Each and every damn day I was there, situps until my belly
ached, pushups until I had pecs that were rock solid, jumping rope and hitting
bags until my arms were so tired I could not wipe my nose and watching tapes
and listening to the coaches non stop. I was, seriously, a powerhouse. When I
first got to the gym I could not do ONE pull up or ONE dip but by years end I
was doing 12 pullups every single day and numerous sets of dips, all of which
reflected my new increased strength, it was amazing walking around and feeling
so strong. I was a dangerous woman, always fearless or so I thought but at a
far different level now, a true love for fighting and when in the shower by
myself, running my hands over my body and feeling the muscles and power I had
to think, Is this me? I knew who I wanted to fight first, the woman who beat
the crap out of me, I was the newbee back then but no longer. However,
meantime I was decking people everywhere I could outside of the gym. There
were two other old rivals, both of whom I have given beatings to before, years
before, that I wanted to really destroy and humiliate. Getting that
opportunity I knew was going to be easy. When I found the first girl (Darla is
a beautiful brunette, Greek ethnicity, and a nice tight body and a decent
fighter too) in the parking lot of her boyfriend's condo I walked up to her
saying some not very nice things to get things going- this is how we did
things. I made sure I was wearing a baggy T-shirt to hide this new very very
hard physique. I told her, besides the nasty words, that I was going to fuck
her boyfriend after I beat her to shit and then beat him too. I knew the guy
she was sleeping with and she certainly up'd the class of guy she was was
screwing, like we all did. We all went from dating hunks to dating guys with
careers and money and less hunkish. She came at me swinging wide and it was so
easy after knowing what I knew and know, and blocked her punch and jabbed her
so many times with such force that she just backed up with her head jerking
back and bleeding almost immediately. I backed her up to this garbage dumpster
and dropped her with 2 hooks to her body. Being a trained fighter VS a
streetfighter was night VS day, add to that the fact that I LOVED fighting,
was so much stronger than most of my opponents and it spelled disaster for the
women I would streetfight. I could have left her there since she was not
getting up for a while and she was on her knees moaning from the pain in her
body and I am sure dizzy from all of those jabs. I stood over her telling her,
again, some not so nice things telling her to stand up and finish this. I knew
she would stand bc that is what real fighters like her and me and many others
do. It was pride and toughness that we all had. She stood up cursing me and
raised her hands to fight me but she had NO chance, none at all but she did
not know it. I landed two jabs to her right eye socket and she backed up again
and then I thought to myself, how should I knock her out? A few body shots,
maybe jab her then a straight right or a hook to her jaw? I opted for the jabs
so I could do more damage and word would spread how badly I fucked her up,
among the girls in the old neighborhood and my rep would grow. It did not take
much effort I swear, maybe 8 leveraged jabs with the full weight of my
muscular bod behind each slow and deliberate jab. This bitch looked like hell
but NOT scared bc she has been there before and on the other end too. After my
little jab fest a straight right put her down unconscious with her head
against the dumpster. It was dark now so I walked to her boyfriend's door ,
knocked on it, introduced myself and told him what I did and where she is. He
ran over and I followed and by the time I got there she was doing some version
of standing but holy shit, she looked really bad. When she saw both of us she
got pissed and told me to leave him alone. See the guys we dated at this age
were not fighting tough guys. Those types have no money so these types had
money, careers, great families but as the women we were the alpha's. With one
hand on his shoulder I leaned in and landed a left hook to her jaw that made
her move like five steps, it was great, I mean really really great. I spun him
around, easily delivered 4 uppercuts to his belly and he dropped CRYING and
whimpering to his knees. Very sad to see a man cry like that with no ability
to fight back. I grabbed him by his hair and slapped him several times and the
blood was flying and so were the tears and snot. She just stood there and
watched and I turned and left but I did pose for her. No, no idea what
happened to them years later. Point made.

Without going into major detail about my marriages, it is relevant that I give
a brief overview. Since I was super popular (and a lil' bit nuts, ha ha) and
had a great body and loved sex more than I understood back then and always had
a boyfriend, I got married a month after I graduated High School. Jimmy was a
hunk and was otherwise adorable, a hunk for sure but dumber than a rock. Yes,
I knew that in the back of my mind but was caught up in his hunkness, the sex,
the lifestyle (he and his equally hunkish brother owned a cash business that
did great) he provided very well for us, there is nothing that I wanted that
he did not provide. Jimmy was a really nice guy but I got bored with him and
ended it 2 years later. I will tell you that I never cheated on any man I was
ever with, be it a boyfriend or husband and believe me the opportunities
(plural) were ALWAYS there. The next husband was similar to Jimmy in many ways
(yes stupid me) and that lasted less than 2 years. A terribly handsome man,
great in bed, one of the best I ever had up to that point and always willing
to please me and a good man all in all but I outgrew guys like this. By now I
was 26ish and smarter, in terms of picking better men of long term substance.
At this point I also had a substantial amount of money and property since both
divorces were on the friendly side and I got everything I wanted PLUS some
more. I dated a lot and all of the guys I dated were bright men, well
educated, wealthy and nothing like the first two in terms of being hunks. They
were handsome men, NO DOUBT, good bodies and all but nothing like the first
two who were serious hunks to compliment my body and looks. I finally chose
and got married to Alex when I was 29 in one beautiful wedding all paid for by
his very nice and super wealthy parents and it was held in Italy. It was
really an outrageous wedding. We had 2 beautiful children and things were
good. He admitted and knew that he was never with a woman like me, in terms of
looks and craziness in bed, which I knew and I NEVER stopped my fighting life.
At first he could not understand it and then he hated it and then he began to
like it. He never had a fight in his life and it was not like me to beat on
the men I loved. I did beatup two boyfriends a long time ago but generally
beating on people I loved was not my thing. I did like fighting FOR him. Like
the time we were in Jamaica on vacation without the kids at some resort. On a
vacation like that as opposed to being home, I dressed in very provocative
ways to show off the goods, lol. So we finished dinner and we were dancing and
I felt his erection against me as we put on a little show for everyone doing
some dirty dancing as all eyes were on us and I was whispering to him that I
wanted to beat up someone for him and that he should choose anyone at the
resort. He thought I was crazy or kidding but I convinced him I was serious
and he knew it since he saw me beat up people before, including 2 neighbors.
There were 4 couples of young and very fit and athletic looking people. The
women all looked muscular and all were hot, including the guys, so I told him
to pick one of the ladies and I will destroy her for you. He got into it the
idea and by now I was ripping ready to go and take him upstairs and fuck him
until he passed out. He picked one so I went over to her guy and started to
flirt with him later in the evening and when I flirt no man can say no. I know
I have always had my pick of men and could have done serious damage in that
department if I wanted to but I was always a one man at a time woman. Between
my outfit, my body, my natural sexapeal I knew I had him as my hubby watched
the whole scene. To make a long story short the 4 of them and us ended up on
this dark beach with a half a moon and we went out it, fully dressed. I made
short but bloody work of her when her man as well as the others stopped it and
rightfully so before she got seriously hurt, but not before she had one eye
shut and swollen, her top lip was very swollen and she was HYSTERICAL and I
mean HYSTERICAL crying as her man held her. She DID get off very lucky not
only because my skills and experience would have caused much much much more
damage but because I was in that kind of mood- DESTRUCTION. When I am dialed
into a beating like I was that evening, with the sexual tension high and
fighting in front of people ( I LOVE THAT) and seeing the husband or boyfriend
watch me and stare at me fucking up their hot lady, I just fucking eat that
stuff up and live for it.It was pretty damn good time and then I took my hubby
to the room for a serious worshipping and fucking session. With kids at home
we did not do this type of thing very often and I needed to.

The boxing class/training was my life. Besides taking care of the kids, this
was pretty much all I did and I loved every second of it. Seeing all of these
new muscles and the attention they got every single place I went was a turn on
for me. Seriously, everyone commented and not only was that great, seeing them
myself and feeling them was a turn on , as strange as that may sound. My
girlfriends were envious and my old fighting friends and foes knew I had
changed and was on a totally different level then them. It's not just the
muscles of course, since muscles do not win fights, it was the overall power I
felt running through my body, the dramatically improved endurance, the skill
level- finally knowing how to throw a punch, the experience of getting my ass
kicked several times from girls much smaller than me and taking multiple blows
to my body and chin, over time in training, making me one powerful fighter.
The fact that I LOVED to fight so much, since I was a kid, did not hurt. The
fact is, and this is not just me saying this, many have said it, "I carried
myself with more confidence", I "looked strong and intimidating" and I was
loving it all. Shopping for clothes is always fun but doing it with this new
and improved body and getting "looks" from the salepeople, not to mention
getting the look from a lot of people in the mall, at my age with 2 kids, made
me feel great. The whole thing is just great and I have never been happier.

One day we had a play date with some of the girls from school who were in my
"gang" ( I use that word gang but it was nothing crazy like nowadays but more
a bunch of likeminded girls who happened to like to fight). All of these women
were in great shape and although nobody ever threw down as often as me, these
women still had their day here and there. Always loved hearing their stories
about slapping down some woman here or there or getting into a more serious
catfight. So they were all complimenting me on my new and improved body and I
challenged them to hit me for a full minute in my abs and if I went down I
would give them $200. None of them needed or cared about the money but all of
them cared about the challenge and how insulting it sounded to them. The kids
were in the next room with a nanny watching videos and we went to the
basement. I took off my top and first flexed my abs for them and they kinda
freaked out. I do have a complete and obvious 6 pak when I flex. Then Linda
went first with my back against the wall, hands by my side and Carla keeping
time. Linda throws 4 fast punches and stops, figuring she did not want to hurt
her good friend and I turned and laughed and asked her if she hurt her hand. I
was trying to be funny and knew that would piss her off, so I told Carla to
start the clock again and Linda went the full minute, left some red marks but
I did not budge. Same thing happened when Carla went. I knew it was going to
go that way since I knew a few things- one, they do not know how to throw a
punch properly since they are street fighters, I do a kabillion ab exercises
every week and I know my abs can take full out punches from GUYS in the gym
and I knew they had no chance. Both were slightly humiliated and humbled and I
softly muttered "lets switch rolls" and at first they made believe they did
not hear me, which would have been fine with me but then, ALL ABOUT PRIDE as
real fighters have it by the truck load, Carla says, OK lets see what the big
muscle girl can do. Inside I was SO excited to show off for them but on the
outside I played it cool. Linda went first and took off her blouse and exposed
the most amazing body, she is blessed and she knows it. Hands to her side,
wearing her rather sexy bra, I asked her if she was sure about this and she
said GO FOR IT. Carla had the watch but I knew it was unnecessary. OK, here it
goes I said and I threw I right hook under her ribs and a left uppercut
directly to her mid-section and she was down and turning green from the lack
of air. Carla was frozen and could not believe her eyes as I did my best to
get Linda back to life. It took a longer time than I thought and Linda was in
tears. It took another 30 minutes for her to be able to stand up and Carla
admitted she was too scared to go. Mind you, both of these 35 year old women
have had countless fights over their lives, both in amazing shape, both could
whup ass on women who were 20 years old, both workout, etc etc. but neither
stood not even a little chance with me now. Now I am trained and now I am NOT
to be fucked with in any way shape or form. Both Linda and Carla are still my
friends and both admit freely that we are on different levels. Both
complimented my physique like 100x that day and I posed for both of them and
let them touch my biceps and the rest of my body. I was very proud of myself.

Now for the real reason why I am writing, the beating of my hubby. I have
beaten up guys before, many times in street fights, starting at about age 18.
Serious fights, serious beatings. My estimate is I beat the tar out of 25 guys
over my street fighting life and lost 4x. Just an estimate but close I am
sure. But that was the old me, not the new me and I knew that. And do you know
why I like fighting? I love hurting people, I love breaking them down, I love
dominating them and proving it is ME who is stronger, I love the energy of it
all, I love the brutality of it. Now, believe me when I say, I am not a
dominating person in any other part of my life, I do not hurt the weak, I am
not a mean person, I have a puppy and children, I cry in the movies sometimes,
I am not some "toughie" type (anymore at least ha ha), I really am a sweet and
very much a loving person. But yes, I LOVE TO FIGHT. Usually, or most of the
time it is NOT a sexual experience for me like it is for many women, maybe men
too but women for sure. So that is the foundation of who I am. But I did
decide it was time to give my loving and handsome husband a severe, brutal and
life changing beating. I decided to do this because of the new me, the new
boxing skills, the new muscular body and because I wanted to show him, with
certainty, that I am the alpha one by a mile and to live with him forever
while he knew his place in our, up to this point, marriage. I did give it a
lot of thought before I set this up.

The kids were both out of the house in sleep away camp for 4 weeks so this was
the perfect time. We spent the first few days making love all over the house,
which was awesome. He was onboard with the muscles and enjoyed it, he was
always onboard with my aggressive and sometimes kink-ish sexual play but at
times I still thought he was THE MAN and me the woman. We finished having some
amazing sex on the dining room table, which was great and afterwards he wanted
me to "suck his cock dry" which was the straw that broke the camel's back. I
planned the fight in advance but that comment pissed me off and not the first
time he said something condescending. I was lying on the table and he got off
me, AFTER we just had sex, and told me to do that. I sat up, did a pretty good
double bicep pose and told him to suck his own cock and got off the table to
get a drink. When I did, he grabs my arm and tried to spin me around, which he
couldn't and said hey where are you going bitch????????????????? Sorry,
WHAT??? The first time I say no and he calls me that word. I debated to just
bare fisted punch him out but knew that would cause possible irreparable
damage to him and eventually to our otherwise excellent marriage. I stepped
into him and slapped his face, first time I ever did that to him, and told him
to meet me downstairs where I had everything set. It was a very hard slap too.
It echoed through the house and his face was bright red. I had our gym
clothes, gloves, mouthpieces, the whole 9 ready. After some discussion and
thankfully he was VERY angry with me, he agreed to box with me. Let's just
say, within minutes I owned him. Yes he is bigger and in good shape but not a
trained fighter. The first time I dropped him was with body shots. By the time
he got up and mind you I was calling him every name in the book, he looked
like crap. Then I went to work, knowing the kids won't see him for 4 weeks and
he took off the entire month from work as we had travel plans. I began jabbing
him like wild and 90% were connecting, his wild stupid punches were nothing to
me before my new boxing skills, I was ALWAYS able to beat the shit out of him
and he knew it all too well too!!!!!!! His hands would drop and he tried to
hold on to me and when he did I would whisper in his ear to quit and I will
stop beating him. When he did not I worked over his ribs and belly, not full
power to drop him, just enough to steal his breath, steal his manhood, steal
his power and make him quit- to me quitting is worse than being knocked out.
He hung in there for a while so Igive him credit but I knew I could do
anything I wanted to him. I pushed him back off me and ripped off my top and
shook my boobs that he loved so much in his face and then did the peck bounce
since that was a byproduct of my weight lifting. He looked like pure hell but
he was staring at them, lol and I saw that big ol' erection popping through
his shorts. Then I asked him to quit again but he told me to fuck off. OK I
said and bounced my gloves together to finish him, BUT SLOWLY!!!!! I know it
sounds terrible that anyone would purposely and deliberately beat someone they
love into a puddle of blood, sweat and tears but that is in fact what I did.
So I continued his beating, topless, excited and with purpose. A dominating
beat down that had him against the wall absorbing punch after punch as I began
to verbally assault him and demanded not only an apology for calling me a
bitch but I wanted make him quit. At one point I started punching him slowly
at maybe 30% power (remember I am definitely stronger than him not to mention
I could do this all day compared to him who was breathing heavier than I have
ever seen him breath) and hearing that THUMP of the glove on his extremely
swollen and tear filled with blood face I thought that maybe he could no
longer hear or concentrate on what was going on, so I stopped. With all the
blood going to my new muscles I looked at my arms and was freaked out how big
and defined they looked- really and truly this was REALLY cool for me. He
stood there, looking terrible and I mean awful-horrible and swaying a little
back and forth and it was obvious the weight of the gloves was killing him as
he can no longer protect himself. I walked right into him so we were chest to
chest and he could barely grab me but he tried and I whispered to him to
immediately apologize AND surrender or I will knock him out cold and he will
never be the same. I knew this to be true. Now he started to cry and I mean
really sob, a cry that I only heard from him once when his mother died
suddenly. I held him and whispered again and then again, please apologize and
please surrender or I will, and I spoke clearly and slowly, KNOCK YOU OUT ...
and you will never be the same BITCH, please, now say it. But he just cried
and cried and put his gloves on my hard chest and tried to push me away. I
exhaled and put my shoulder into his chest and delivered two right uppercuts
to his belly and kept him upright with my shoulder propping him up. I knew he
was unable to speak but I also knew he was hearing me. I told him, again very
clearly, I will destroy you and I will ruin you physically and emotionally
unless you ... ..and before I finished he SCREAMED, I AM SORRY AND I QUIT
PLEASE PLEASE STOP BEATING ME UP. I released my shoulder and he collapsed to
the floor hysterical crying. I stood over him with mixed emotions. It was
clear that I owned him, I am the alpha, he will be forever my boy toy when I
needed one and on the other hand, can our marriage survive this, can he as a
man accept the facts of life. The sweat was falling off my breasts on to his
head and although he could not see me since his head was down and facing the
floor, I was posing and showing off my new muscles to nobody but ME!! I really
did not know what to do with him now. On all 4's beaten and humiliated beyond
anything either of us ever expected to happen. I removed my gloves and put my
hand on his back and tried to soothe him but he was far gone in pain,
confusion and humiliation. He still had this raging erection so I pulled his
body up to where he was on his knees and I was really shocked to his face so
fucked up, it was probably more than what I should have done but it was done.
I placed his tired arms over my shoulder and I put my hand under his shorts
and started to rub his cock and he muttered NO PLEASE NO STOP and started
whimpering and then within seconds he exploded on my hand. I said , good boy
and took my cum filled hand and put as much as possible in my mouth so he
could see but he had a tough time making eye contact. There we were both on
our knees and he rested his head on my breasts and repeated over and over
again, I QUIT AND I AM SORRY PLEASE NO MORE PUNCHING. Literally said this 10x.
I was getting a very bad feeling now. I have never seen him in such bad shape
and I do not mean the physical look. My god, of course I never saw him so
beaten up, black eyes, bleeding from his nose and mouth, swollen, totally
exhausted, his belly was red from the enormous number and power of blows, it
was tough for me to accept that I just did this to him. It was the emotional
part that was worse. My god he cried so much, was in such pain, was
dehumanized and emasculated by HIS WIFE, he could not make eye contact out of
a deep humiliation ... ... ... . His bloody face resting on my hard breasts
and he began to suck on my nipples and lick the sweat off my chest and I
stopped him. I felt badly, there was nothing sexual here for me at all. I went
too far, I knew it, I was too strong, too trained and too experienced, it was
as one sided a fight as I ever had with a man. Yes, I have beaten women worse
than this. I picked him up and he was 1/2 limp and took him into the shower
and forgot to take his gloves off at first. I had to support his body as I
washed him and he was still muttering that he was sorry when I grabbed his
face softly but firmly and told him to stop and he looked at me with a blank
stare. I was worried about him, about us. I dried him off and gave him some
Tylenol and put him in bed and brought him some ice packs for his face and
body. I never got dressed while doing all of this and he kept grabbing and
rubbing my very pumped muscular arms. Eventually he went to sleep and I
checked on him every 30 minutes. Every time I looked at him I cannot believe
how badly he looked. At about 2AM I woke him up and wanted to talk and he was
doing a little better but still looked like crap and sounded weak. First, I
thanked him for having the balls to fight me and then I thanked him for
quitting and apologizing since I did not want to knock him out. I started to
rub his cock during all of this and as usual he got erect in seconds. When
fully erect I spun around and gave him a blowjob and he came quickly and I
made sure I did a great job, no pun intended. I spun around to face him and
sucked up the cum on my lips and smiled and he smiled back and I told him I
loved him but he did not answer me which was fine. Once I knew he was able to
process my words ( I was still naked and did that on purpose so he can study
my new muscular body) and I told him that I will always love him and I gave
him this beating to settle once and forall who the alpha is and how good I am
at fighting now that I am trained. He nodded his head and I used one finger to
dry the tears coming from his eyes. I took his right hand and directed it to
my arms and flexed for him and saw the reaction in his eyes and then took his
hand and flexed my abs and just nodded my head and he understood that I am
stronger than him now, period. I explained that I never want to strike him
again, that I loved him, that he is my boy toy in the bedroom but no place
else and that I want to be his wife forever. The entire day was emotionally
draining for me and I know it was worse for him, duh! I asked him to stand up
so he could gain some advantage since he stands 6'2'' which is much taller
than me. When he stood he was slightly crunched over but he knew that it was
me with more muscles and skills and he began to rub my arms and once again he
began to apologize for calling me a bitch. I went to put my fingers by his
mouth in that shhhh move but when my hand went up he flinched backwards like
he was scared I was going to hit him. I grabbed him and held him tight and
told him NO MORE BABY it's over. Then I looked up at him and told him again
that I loved him, that he is a great dad and provider but things will be
different now and I flexed my right bicep and he KISSED IT, which blew me away
and I liked that he understood. I told him I will continue getting stronger
and better at boxing and will not stop and he nodded his head and assured him
again that I will never beat him. I never said that I would tell anyone as I
knew I would be telling the girls in the gym. He became enamored with my
muscles more than I ever thought and remember this whole muscle thing is brand
new to me. He is just totally into them and is always feeling them and asking
me to flex and he bought me more lingerie than one woman could ever use and
begs me to parade around the bedroom, flexing and shadow boxing for him as he
pleasures himself. I must admit, with a couple of glasses of wine and in the
right mood I get very into it, ha ha.

Almost 2 years later we are still together and thriving as well as sticking to
the new us. In private he is more submissive than I could have imagined. At
times I feel he is nothing more than my personal dildo, in private. Outside of
the bedroom all decisions are mine and the kids see that. Twice I found him
jerking off to these pictures I had professionally done and when caught he
apologized like a little kid who got caught stealing but in reality I told him
I am flattered. There is little I could do wrong and I do not abuse that or
him in any way at all. He knows what happened, some people at the gym know and
they know only after I found out they did the same thing I did to their men. I
will say some of them went WAY further than I did in terms of abusing and
even, in my opinion, sexually assaulting their men. Not me. I love him, he is
a great guy, I never cheat on him but this is who I am and he had to learn his
place in this relationship. The only dicey moment we had was on a trip to
Disney where we all shared a suite. I told him that our oldest daughter was
coming down with a cold and I do not want him taking her out after dinner for
a swim. I had some calls to make to friends at the gym and took a walk to do
so and the three of them were in the room watching TV after a long day in the
park. I came back to the room and was appalled to see the girls in their
bathing suits ready for a swim and I got very angry. I mean when it comes to
my kids, please, I was so pissed that he thought he should do something that
would jeopardize their health. I stayed calm and told the girls to sit on the
bed and watch the TV and I made the volume a little on the loud side and told
him to meet me in the bathroom. He knew what he was about to do was wrong and
I was not interested in hearing his reasons. I grabbed him by his throat and
cocked my fist back to well I am not sure what. God knows I did not want to
beat him up again and CERTAILNY nowhere near the children. I just stared at
him and did so for a long time like 30 seconds. He was scared shitless as he
should have been, he said , NO NO PLEASE I AM SO SORRY PLEASE NO NO DO NOT
PUNCH ME PLEASE I AM SORRY. I let go of him and just shook my head and
remained angry for a while. Later that night he apologized 100 times but I
wonder why he could do something so stupid. We spoke about it in more detail
when we got home and we are both OK now. I do love him and want our marriage
to last. He also became insecure in that he always asks me if I am cheating on
him. I assured him that I never have and never will but he has doubts. I asked
him if ever cheated on me and he just gives me one of his looks and says,
believe me I know better on many levels, never to do that plus there will
never be a woman who turns me on or that I respect more than you. Good
answer!!!

And yes, I still streetfight when I can and love doing it, right or wrong, I
do. It's who I am and I love it. I learned that a number of the girls at the
boxing gym still like punching out people outside of the gym. Who knew?