He Likes it. Hey Mikey! Part 3 
by Nancy



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I was wet and Mikey was still hard. There was a sexual tension developing
between us to rival the physical battle. I was winning the fight. And I found
myself wanting to win the sexual battle as well. I wanted to inflict pain and
tease him sexually to further demonstrate my dominance.

It took him trying to actually punch me back to get my dander up. Even though
he asked for it, he still was intent on trying his best to defend himself. I
wanted to beat his resistance out of him. I wanted to feel my fists pound
against his face and body. Not his gloves and arms. I wanted to hear him
groan. I wanted to make him want to quit. I wanted to knock him down. And I
wanted to knock him out.

A double left hook to his head made him raise his arms to protect his head. I
stepped forward and threw an underhand right which thudded off his wide open
belly. I could feel his tummy give way as I buried my fist deep inside him. He
started gasping for breath holding his belly. Mikey slumped to the ground
struggling. That was so satisfying. It was my best punch so far and I really
hurt him. I planned on giving him all the time he needed to catch his breath.

I danced around his crumpled weazing body and verbally abused him instead.
"Oh, did that hurt? Did I knock the wind out of you? I'm sorry. No I'm not.
Get up you pussy. You wanted to get your ass kicked by a girl so get up so I
can give you some more. Take your time. I'll wait. But you're going to pay for
making me wait. So I suggest you get your pathetic ass up and take your
beating like something resembling a man."

I danced around and kissed my boxing gloves. I kissed my biceps. Knowing how
much that he was struggling with the promise of more to come was intoxicating.
My dancing had less to do with boxing and everything to do with a natural
happy dance. If I was wondering how I was going to feel about doing this, I
was quickly figuring it out. I was discovering my sadistic streak. Cause I
loved it and couldn't wait to hurt him some more. I think I shamed him into
getting up.

Once on his feet Mikey just covered his tummy with this pleading look in his
eyes. He couldn't protect his face because he was hellbent to keep me from
punching him in the stomach. I flicked out a left jab and he grimaced as it
struck his cheek. But he didn't lift his arms. So I did it again and again and
again. He tried in vain to move his head out of the way. Mikey was backing
away from my stinging jabs. But he was really falling into my trap.

I flicked out another left jab which landed right on the tip of his swollen
nose. As he backed himself into the wall I fired a perfect right hook which
landed flush on his jaw. Mikey put his hand up to his cheek and went to a
knee. I think it scared him more than anything else. The combination of
backing himself into a corner with nowhere to go and the right hook that he
never saw coming startled him. I demanded that he get up. It wasn't that hard
of a punch and if that little pussy was going to fall to his knees every time
I slugged him, I was going to get pissed.

He got up and I just wailed on him. I had him backed into a corner and I
wanted to knock him out. So I pummeled him. He was basically turtling in the
corner. My fists were bouncing off his body and his cheeks with no resistance.
Mikey was moaning and groaning with each successive strike. For about 30
seconds I just beat the shit out of him. Finally he took a knee and asked for
a rest. He was breathing hard and looked kind of beaten up but he wasn't
crying or pleading. He was taking it. I was beating him up, but I was not
close to knocking him out.

I had no concerns about beating Mikey up. But I wasn't all that confident that
I was skilled enough to knock him out. I'm still pretty inexperienced at
boxing. I had only trained and sparred with a trainer. And now I was expected
to knock him out.

But I wasn't skilled enough. I wasn't fast enough. I wasn't strong enough. I
wasn't good enough. In case of my potential inability to knock him out boxing,
I had brought a pair of MMA gloves. I was certain they could do the trick. And
I was beginning to think I would need them.

As Mikey was catching his breath I decided that he needed to show his respect
for my authority. I dangled my left foot in front of his face and told him to
kiss it. He just looked at me without complying. So I gently persuaded him. I
lightly kicked him in the face and said "kiss it. And kiss it right." He
didn't need to be asked twice.

I had never had my feet worshipped before and I liked it. It felt nice and was
very sexy. Something about a guy on the ground kissing and pleasuring my toes
signifying his submission is hot. At least it is for me.

"Do you like that? You foot licking bitch. I'm sure you have had lots of
practice, haven't you? Ok loser, that's enough. Get up so I can beat you up
and knock you out. That's what you want. You want to get knocked out cold by a
girl and I'm going to make your dreams come true. Now get up."

As soon as he rose I went to work. Left right left right to the body. Mikey
groaned and moved to his right and temporarily escaping the corner. "Hit me
you fucking pussy. I want to feel like it's at least a fight. You better punch
me or you'll be really sorry." I stood there with my hands on hips sticking
out my face daring him to hit me. He meekly jabbed at my face. It was more
like he was pawing my face. I barely felt it. "Again. Harder!" He threw
another left jab a little stiffer than the other one and it felt good to get
smacked in the face. It made me feel alive. Kinda like slapping your own face
to wake up. It got my juices flowing.

"Is that all you got you pussy? I said HIT ME!" Mikey tried a roundhouse
right. Tried. It was too slow too easy to defend. I blocked it easily and
fired a right of my own. Splat! Direct hit to his lips. He grimaced noticeably
as he felt his lips crunch against his mouth guard. He looked for a moment
like that made him mad and he responded with another big right hand aimed at
my head. I ducked and punched him in the stomach after he missed. He bent
forward slightly and I began pounding his head with both lefts and rights. I
bullied him into the corner again and pummeled him relentlessly.

Mikey was basically defenseless and beaten. He had wanted to get beaten up by
a girl but he was doing his best to defend himself. I punched his arms aiming
for his head. But several of my punches successfully found their targets. The
punches to his stomach broke his spirit. The ones to his let him know who was
boss. I was hurting him but I wasn't going to be able to knock him out.

After about 30 seconds of incessant battering, Mikey slid down the wall and
sat on the floor. He said that he'd had enough. I pulled off my boxing gloves
and went to my bag. I returned wearing MMA gloves. As he sat there looking at
me I began punching my left hand with my right fist. You should have seen the
look of sheer terror on his face.

"Are you ready for some more? Those boxing gloves have too much padding for me
to knock you out. They hurt though. Don't they? Fortunately, I brought some
MMA gloves. These should do the trick."

I walked over to Mikey and grabbed his leg and pulled him into the center of
the room. I then pushed him onto his back and sat on him. I shimmied forward
and grabbed his arms. This allowed me to secure his arms beneath my knees
immobilizing him.

It was very empowering to be sitting on him. It was arousing too. I could do
anything that I wanted to him and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. I
was going to knock him out. And I was going to enjoy it. I punched him in the
face and studied his reaction. He paused a moment and asked me to hit him
again. So I did. A little harder. He nodded his head and I socked him again.

I turned and looked behind me. His boner which disappeared during the fight
was stirring. I punched him again and looked again and noticed that it had
grown. I punched him again and again and again.

I told him what a loser and how pathetic he is. And not only was I going to
knock him out but that I was going to take my time and savor it. As I
belittled him and punched his face tears began to form in his eyes. I mocked
him. "Are you going to cry? Is the little sissy boy going to cry? Go on little
boy. Cry for me."

I was getting off on it. And in his own strange way, he was too. My steamy
pussy was just a few inches from his face. The only thing between me and him
were my damp panties and my evil fists. I ramped up the intensity. I was ready
to knock him out. I was wet and Mikey was still hard.

End Part 3 Conclusion to follow