Christine Beats Up the Shirt Guy
by Christine



It had been a while since I had a chance to beat up a guy just for shits and
giggles. But, I guess reputation is everything. Over Labor Day weekend I got
another chance. Oh God, it was wonderful. Something tells me it's going to
happen again.�

Last year I went out with a guy who couldn't handle my fighting capability. He
was a typical guy. You know guys are tougher than girls. Of course we got into
it and I beat him up. He couldn't handle that and that was pretty much the end
of us.�

Last week I received a text from a guy named John who claimed to be a friend
of Ryan's and he was interested in talking to me. It was a long and nervous
sounding text but he wanted to call me. I texted back that he could call.
Immediately, he called.�

He told me that his friend told him about our fight and it turned him on. It
completely enveloped his every thought. He sounded so nervous. Like a guy
giving his first speech in front of a large group. He basically admitted to
being a bad boy who deserved to be punished. He was essentially asking me to
beat him up.�

I made him the following offer. He had to go to the McDonald's at noon on
Saturday wearing a white Tshirt saying "I'm going to get beaten up by a girl."
He needed to order and take out his order to the beach. Then, in the middle of
a large group of last chance sunbathers, sit and eat and wait for me. I told
him to wait until 1:30 before he could leave. If I decided to meet him, I
would be there before 1:30. He tried to argue about it but I shut him down.
Take it or leave it.�

Saturday, I arrived at the beach at about 1:00 and found this cute, very
nervous guy sitting near the edge of the beach looking around. He had long
curly dark hair and these dreamy brown eyes. He recognized me immediately and
I realized that I had actually met him once with Ryan. He just stared at me
longingly. This guy was a cutie and I was going to eat him up.�

We walked to my car and he told me about some of the humiliating catcalls that
he received. A lot of people laughed when they read the shirt and many made
demeaning comments. That's why I did it. So, I set the rules. We were going to
box. My fists his face. He was going to be pants less as he didn't deserve the
right to cover himself. He would be naked except for the Tshirt saying "I'm
going to get beaten up by a girl." He gulped and nodded his head ashamedly. We
were going to fight at my house which was empty as my roommate went home for
the holiday.�

We arrived and I led him down to the playroom. I made him take off his shoes
and socks before putting his gloves on him. Then, I gave him his mouth piece.
No need to break his jaw. Then I unbuckled his belt before rubbing my hand
around his cock. He was hard. Good! Then I slowly undid his pants and slid
them down and off. He was wearing a pair of black boxers which were cute with
his boner tenting them just right. Next, I grabbed the sides and ripped them
off. He was hard as a rock with his dick standing straight up. I took off my
shirt and pants to fight in my bra and panties. My panties had a wet stain in
the crotch. Yep, I was drooling for this.�

As he nervously stood in front of me, I announced the rules. "We're going to
fight until I have decided that you've had enough. I'm going to beat you up
now and it's going to hurt, badly! Yet, you have a boner. It's cute. You're
lucky. You might even get lucky afterwards, you never know. It's ok to cry if
you have to. I'll tell you a secret. It turns me on. And after I am satisfied
that you've suffered enough, you will worship the dominant smelly little pussy
like your life depends on it, cause it will. Ready."

I was staring at his boner aby Christines I told him the rules. It twitched. I
thought he might cum before we started. One last thing before we started.�

"One last thing before I beat you up. Get down on your knees and crawl to me
and kiss my pussy telling her to please go easy on me. Now!"

I spread my legs with my gloves on my hips and waited as he did exactly what I
had instructed. He looked up at me longingly and then softly kissed my damp
panties before begging me not to beat him up too badly. He got back up and got
ready for his beating. Time to teach him a lesson.�

He put up his defenses and just stood there as if he was waiting to get beaten
up. So, I jabbed him. Over and over and over. Stomach, stomach, arm, stomach,
arm, stomach, face, face, stomach etc. Dancing and punching. He tried to throw
some punches but he was hitting where I was, not where I am. Each time he
threw a punch, I smacked him in the face. About a minute into the fight, I
nailed him in the solar plexus and knocked the wind out of him. He went down
gurgling and laying on the ground trying to get his breath back.�

"Take your time John. I've got all day. I'm going to give you the beating that
you deserve no matter how long you lay there. Hurts, doesn't it? Are you
having fun? Your boner has shriveled up. I thought you got off on getting
beaten up. Ok, that's enough. Get up! Get up before I take these gloves off
and really hurt you worse than you want."

John got up slowly and looked terrified. He kept both arms down near his
aching tummy. I began jabbing him in the face. He was backing away but I
stayed with him. Soon, he was backed into the corner with nowhere to go. It
was fun to pound him. Lefts, rights, jabs, hooks, crosses, all pounding the
shit out of John. He was groaning and bleeding from the nose, but worse, he
looked sadly overwhelmed. A left hook to the temple floored him. Instead of
waiting for him to get up, I grabbed his legs and pulled him away from the
wall. I pushed his arms up near his head and ground my knees into them,
securing him in a hopeless position.�

"How are you enjoying getting beaten up by a girl?"

Pow. A soft right to the cheek. He appeared like he was getting ready to start
crying. This turns me on.�

"You don't look so good. Are you going to start crying?"�

Pow. A little harder semi soft punch to the cheek.�

"No." But it looked like he was losing the battle to hold off on crying.�

Pow. Pow! A double punch to his cheek again.�

"Go ahead. You can't hold it back. Let it go. It will be liberating."

Left right left. All to the face. His head went back and forth and back again.
Then, I held my fist over his nose and smashed it. That hurt him and pushed
him over the edge. He started screaming, pleading for mercy. Tears filled his
eyes and then I gave him one more shot to the nose. And then the tears started
flowing. I made him cry. Then I wound up and really fired hard. Like from the
ceiling. But I stopped, right before impact. That did it. He started bawling
like a baby. Fear, terror, shame, beaten with the possibility of more to come,
all of the emotions came pouring out of him. I leaned down and kissed him on
the mouth. Put my finger on his lips and went "shhhhhhh, it's alright."

I got up off him and took off my gloves. John was crying more softly just
laying there. He was bleeding a little from both nostrils, but I didn't break
it. I stood above him and slowly undid my bra and let it slide off of me. Then
I unhooked my panties while staring at him and slid them down. I told him to
take a good look, because he had some making up to do. I slowly descended down
towards his face and straddled his mouth. My burning pussy was dripping wet
and had been neglected for far too long. I sat on his face and smothered him.
It was delicious. He gets high marks for pussy licking and he made me cum a
couple of times right in his mouth. Reaching behind me I discovered that he
was hard as a rock again. I slid down him and grabbed his cock and fucked him
from on top. Of course he came in maybe 30 or 40 seconds but I was undeterred
and kept fucking him. Thankfully, he stayed hard and fucked me really good.
Kept him all weekend and I kinda like this guy. One thing I can say. He sure
is obedient!

Sunday morning we went out to breakfast. He had blood stains on his shirt
saying "I'm going to get beaten up by a girl." The service was excellent. He
paid! Oh yeah, I beat him up Sunday again.�