He Likes it. Hey Mikey! Part 2 
by Nancy



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The tentpole in his black boxers was noticeable. It clearly indicated the high
level of sexual arousal pulsing through him. It was a stark contrast to the
look of abject terror written all over his face. But it was more than that.
Mikey craved the attention and dismissal of the mysterious girl/woman. His
ability to be noticed by girls was tied to his need to be subjugated by them.
His arousal from being dominated and subjugated by a girl heightened or
perhaps uncovered my arousal of dominating him. I didn't quite understand it.
But as a student of human behavior, I was keen on learning more.

I was just actually beginning to notice the prevalence of the Oedipus complex.
All boys exhibit some traits of it. All boys have a variety of traits they
share. For example, all boys like to stick their dicks into things. Pussies,
assholes, mouths, hands, and God knows what else. Only their particular tastes
vary. And they can vary widely, from heterosexual to homosexual and everything
in between.

And all men have some semblance of the mommy complex. Like a little boy
starved for attention who acts out to receive that attention from mommy. Even
if that attention is a spanking. And sometimes because that attention is a
spanking. On the lesser end of the spectrum is the dominant male who likes to
flaunt his masculinity. The alpha male. His cravings come out in tame ways
like being ridden sexually by a woman. Or maybe an erotic spanking or light
face slapping. Or something more along the lines of being fingered rectally by
a woman.

On the other end is Mikey. He craves the attention. He craves the spanking.
These men are addicted to a self defeating and dangerous high achieved through
being beaten, dominated, subjugated, humiliated, degraded, and some publicly
shamed. Their pleasure is derived through pain and shame. It's just more
extreme than the gentler perversions of the Alpha male. Recognizing this trait
in men has served me well. It's also a wake up call to all you girls out there
to understand and use your power over your men.

I also had a morose fascination with witnessing the inevitable demise and
descending states of my willing victim. Currently, outwardly he's calm.
Unscathed. Standing. In more ways than one. But soon would begin his rapid
descent. His unmarked face would soon be bloody. His frightened eyes would
surely be all red and tear stained. His almost silent demeanor would be
screaming and begging. Would he be begging for mercy? Or would he be begging
me to knock him out? Would he still be hard? Would he pee himself? He was like
a kid who spent hours building a model airplane only to take great pleasure in
smashing it to pieces with a baseball bat.

And how was this going to effect me? Would I enjoy beating up a weak boy who
craves such degradation? Or would I be sickened by the sadistic beating of a
helpless and pathetic victim?

It was time to find out. We touched gloves and he just stood there. He put his
arms up in a half defensive posture. And he was waiting. It appeared that he
didn't seem intent on throwing any punches. I was bouncing up and down and I
said "are you just going to stand there?" He told me to hit him. So I did. I
stepped forward and plunged my right fist into his body underneath his futile
guard. It landed cleanly on his belly. It wasn't that hard but it sure felt
good. I kept bouncing and he just stood there. He did lower his guard a bit so
I flicked out a stiff left jab. It landed squarely on his cheek. He started
backing up a little so I started getting serious. A left right combo to his
body made him groan. As he lowered his defenses I threw another combo to his
face. It felt really good to just pound this defenseless fraction of a man.
This was fun!

"Is this what you wanted? To get beaten up by a girl? To suffer the ultimate
humiliation. To get knocked out cold. Unconscious. That's what you want.
That's what you need. It's what you crave. And it's what you deserve. Isn't
it?" Quietly he muttered yes.

Ok then. I continued bouncing up and down like a happy dance. Occasionally I
would jab him in the face or throw a 2 or 3 punch combination. Mikey was doing
his best to block as many punches as he could. But he hadn't thrown a single
one. And he was able to block some of them. But the ones that landed cleanly
felt so good. There is something very satisfying about throwing a punch and
seeing it work just the way you hoped. It's a rush landing hard punches into
an outclassed opponent.

My confidence was soaring. So I started to try more advanced techniques. I
wanted to try a double left hook to his body followed by moving towards my
left with a crisp right cross to the face. I had never tried something so
advanced. It worked beautifully. The double left hook knocked the air out of
him and he naturally moved away from the blows toward my right. And I timed
the crisp right cross precisely. As he was going one way and my momentum was
going the other, my fist found his jaw and he fell to his knees. I had knocked
him down. He shook his head and quickly rose to his feet. It was a flash
knockdown. But I really did knock him down.

As he rose to his feet I demanded that he at least try to hit me. I had to
urge him a couple times before he finally tried a pathetic weak left jab. I
demanded that he try harder and he tried again. I blocked it and kept urging
him to go harder. It felt good to see him actually begin trying and being able
to easily defend myself.

I recommitted to throwing my own punches and creamed him in the face a couple
of times. As soon as I landed a few punches again he again went into a
complete defensive posture. He wanted to get beaten up. But his natural self
preservation instincts took over.

He had his chance. For a moment or two this was a fair fight. Theoretically,
he could have beaten me up. So my instincts to kill or be killed took over for
me. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to beat him. I wanted to establish and
prove my dominance. This was becoming more primal for me. My heart rate was
elevating. I was beginning to perspire. And I was getting wet!

End of Part 2. To be continued