Pole Position part 2 By Beta Man Jen drove me home, and helped me into bed. I lay down exhausted and had to lie on my front, as the spanking had left me sensitive and sore. I suspected that tonight would herald a fundamental shift of power in our relationship, confirmed the following morning when Jen woke me with a playful slap on my still throbbing behind. I felt an exquisite pain, made more acute by the sight of Jen, glowing after her morning work-out. "Come on sleepyhead, I'm hitting the shower, but you need to get up, the day's getting away", she sang to me. To be fair to Jen, she was clearly sensitive to my damaged ego, and made no reference to the beating I had taken, but also didn't realise that this kindness too, was a blow to my pride. After a few days of this I could take no more quiet humiliation, and tried to explain my defeat in a way that offered quite detailed excuses and a re-writing of the fight. Jen smiled and nodded in agreement, which again made it worse, and provoked me to state that Jen couldn't take any credit for her part in my defeat, which was literally hitting a man when he was down. "It was cowardly", I mumbled. It was clear that I'd touched a nerve, Jen looked at me with a combination of disappointment and barely contained fury. "Okay sad sack, maybe we need to take this to the mats ourselves? How long will it be before you're match fit?". I calculated that if I were to defeat Jen in the manner I wanted to, then I would need a month of training. "Four weeks?" "Make it six. Give you a chance to be in your best shape, I don't want any excuses this time. I'm gonna make Laurie look like Mother Theresa". Jen said this with a certainty that I found both unnerving and sexually charged. I made a mental note that there might be some repressed issues for which I might need therapy. Later that day Jen sent the footage from the fight to my inbox with an attached note "homework ;) - do you want me to arrange some sparring partners, you look a little rusty?" My indignation at the note evaporated once I was watching the footage. It was so embarrassing, I hadn't realised just how out of shape I was. In contrast both Laurie and Jen, though significantly smaller, seemed to be more than fulfilling their physical potential. I had never watched a more one sided match. Worse yet, I found myself reliving both the humiliation and the accompanying sexual excitement. As though telepathic, Jen sent a message : "focus on your own performance ;)". Was I that transparent? I watched the footage again and did find myself distracted once more by the magnificence of Laurie and the ruthlessness of Jen. Without fearing what was coming next I found I could enjoy the sight of their athleticism, and their bodies, that had at the time inspired fear, but now, without the searing pain, simply triggered lust. It started to feel like my lust for Laurie was cheating on Jen, but then I remembered both their kiss and Jen's clear attraction to Laurie, which seemed to be reciprocal. Though the phone footage had an obvious sliced edit where my blackout should be. This was another subject that had been avoided to spare my feelings. I messaged Jen to say that I'd be training and sparring with my friend Rory. Jen knew Rory. He'd played club level rugby and also worked as a fitness trainer at the local gym, where he was much in demand with the ladies. I lied and wrote that he was offering me mates rates, so she should know I would be out of the flat most evenings. I decided I'd text Rory after watching the footage one last time, but received an instant reply from Jen;: "Me too. I'll be out wrestling with Laurie most nights. Mates rates too ;) xxx". I was starting to hate that winking emoji. It was six weeks till we were to fight and I'm already being psyched out. I took a strange consolation in watching the footage again, though I was now looking a little more analytically as to where I went wrong. The obvious problem was that I was unprepared and complacent, so once it began Laurie took full advantage, and never let up. I was never allowed time to recover and reset. She was also clever enough to never fight on my terms, wherever I might conceivably have an advantage was by-passed. I had to admit she had not only out-wrestled me in every way, she had also out-thought me too, but next time I would be prepared, and it would be Laurie going over my knee. I stopped mid thought. Was I thinking of fighting Jen and then Laurie? It struck me that I had only ever wrestled one person that much smaller than me before, and that was the time I beat Jen, who I had simply overwhelmed with upper body strength. I made a mental note to remind her of that bout next time she sent me a winking emoji. Jen would be good practice for Laurie, but who would be good practice for Jen? It turned out that Rory's Mates Rates were still a touch too expensive to employ him more than two hours a week, so we agreed that he would send me a fitness plan and that we'd meet Monday evening for gym work and Friday for wrestling practice. The fitness work was hard and a little bit monotonous, so much so that on Thursday I asked Jen if she'd like to join me. "Maybe at the weekend. I'm carrying an injury from last night", she replied. "Nothing serious I hope", I said, smiling. She smiled back, "It's kind of embarassing, promise not to laugh?". "Scout's honour". "I had to forfeit last night, and now, thanks to you and your... lapsed Catholic kink, there is a fixed penalty punishment, so let's just say I will be standing up more than usual today". Again I found myself conflicted, under any other circumstances I would have felt protective of Jen, but all I was presently doing was picturing what had happened. There were so many questions I knew I should ask but instead I found myself blurting out, "Where you both topless again?". Jen gave me a pitying look, which seemed to be becoming her default expression "Beat me in five weeks time and I will show you the footage". I didn't know if she was teasing or not, but I hit the gym with renewed vigour that evening. Jen was as good as her word that weekend and we exercised together. I tried to maintain a non-chalant air, but I was determined to re-establish the previous order, I lifted heavier weights and for longer, and established a quicker pace on most of the machines. When we were finished I was positively dripping in sweat but also glowing with pride. Obviously, the sensible thing to do would be to play it cool, humble even, but once Jen praised me for my work-rate, I couldn't help myself. "Just imagine what I'll be like in five weeks time, this time I'll be match ready, who knows maybe I'll take both of you on, I've got two knees, one to take each over". "Well I'm loving the self-confidence", said Jen, " there would have been only limited satisfaction taking you to the cleaners if you were still feeling down. I always think that there's an added enjoyment to be had watching over-confidence drain away". "Yes, I know, I agree", I said before fully considering what Jen meant, "I was telling Rory about Laurie and how over- confident she was, and he gave me advice as to how to bring her down, though in truth, I had already come to the same conclusions after watching the fight footage". "If you're going to be this dumb, you're going to have to develop a fun personality, you know that don't you Walt?", said Jen. I stood slightly confused. "Okay firstly Laurie was not over-confident, she took you to the cleaners and literally spanked your ass. It was you who was over-confident. Two, are you thinking of having a re-match with Laurie directly after our bout? And thirdly, before Rory gave you advice did you show him the footage?", Jen asked with the slow diction of a nurse talking to a concussion victim. "Rory said a tough big one will always beat a tough little one", I answered using the same condescending tone Laurie had used on me. "Well he sounds very wise, maybe you should start a cult". "Maybe we will, maybe you can join if you swear loyalty and obedience, to me, your master". "I'll swear alright, but not nearly as much as you did in that footage, do you remember?". I gave her a playful punch on the arm, "I so want to hurt you right now". "Right back at you baby", Jen said without missing a beat, "why don't we have a first to three scissoring competition?" "Scissoring and arm wrestling", I replied, "traditional forfeit?, or are you still a little sore back there?". "You needn't concern yourself with me, you should focus on how having a sore behind is going to impact upon your training. Are we going home to do this?". Jen asked. I nodded keenly. We hurried home, still in our gym gear. I was excited I felt that the workout had shown that I was ready to reinstate the status quo. We agreed the format, right arm wrestle, left arm wrestle, body scissors, reverse head scissors and forward facing headscissors. Sat at the dining table I gripped Jen's right hand, as we made eye contact. I knew that the two arm wrestling stages were in the bag, the key would be to use them to tire and exert her to help me win a scissor stage. As I counted three Jen squeezed my hand and pushed, but within seconds it felt like there was no real resistance and I couldn't feign any difficulty in bringing her hand down on the table. The left hand seemed to offer even less resistance. I started to wonder if I had been overly respectful of the threat that Jen posed. "That's a two nil lead, just one scissor win and you forfeit", I said smiling from ear to ear. "Let's take this to the bedroom then. With each scissor hold it is how quick you can make your opponent tap, or put them to sleep. You ready?", Jen asked. "Sure, but we haven't decided what quantity the punishment should be, I was thinking 50 strokes. I know you are already a little delicate back there" , I said, already picturing her discomfort. "I could go a hundred, if you think you could too", Jen countered. "Make it 150", I said, calling her bluff, while also beginning to imagine what I could do to her with so many strokes. "200", she replied immediately. Not to be outdone I called "250". "Sold to the man with the sensitive behind", smiled Jen, "now let's start hurting you, shall we?". I was happy with the total, it would have been impossible to start with so many strokes, but I felt that was plenty for me to repay Jen for her role that night at Laurie's. There was however a nagging feeling that Jen had maybe once more controlled the situation and was now leading me upstairs into a trap. "Do you want to scissor first or second", Jen asked. "First", I replied, knowing it was easier to chase a target than to set one. Jen lay on the bed and I scissored her mid-riff. On the count of three I squeezed, Jen seemed to hold firm for the first thirty seconds , before she took a breath again, and I took the opportunity to squeeze harder, I could feel the strength weaken and by the time she took her next breath, there was no resistance. At one minute twelve she tapped. We swapped places, Jen counted in and I tensed my muscles, but then nothing, her thighs were in position but she was not squeezing. "What's wrong?", I asked. She immediately squeezed, and I found that she had lulled me into relaxing. Now my stomach was burning and caught off guard I couldn't breathe. I tapped within seconds. "So that's how it's going to be is it? Fine, lie on your back". I placed myself above her in a reverse headscissor position and began to squeeze. Despite squeezing as hard as I could it was two minutes before Jen tapped, and I couldn't help but feel it was to put me out of my misery. I swapped places and readied myself for any trickery. Instead Jen counted in and then began to slowly and softly squeeze in a sensual manner, I let out a soft groan, and I could feel the squeeze get a little tighter, I groaned again and once more the thighs squeezed around me, "Somebody's got a fetish that's going to be their downfall", Jen joked, and squeezed again. I bit my lip, and she squeezed again, I moaned, the pain was now exquisite and I feared I would come. "Just forty more seconds and I'm over naked over your knee", Jen teased and squeezed at the same time, and I had to tap. Jen manouevered herself off me and waited for me to position myself for the forward headscissors, I tried to regain my composure. "Watch you don't take my eye out", she joked about my continuing erection, as she settled between my thighs, "you really do like this don't you? Duly noted". I tried to make her tap quickly but whenever I Iooked down at her, she had a look in her eye which suggested I was on a fool's errand. She tapped after four minutes, but it seemed more like a declaration than a capitulation. She sprang to her feet, looking as fresh as a daisy. "It's not a criticism", Jen began,"but clearly from the fact that you are...at half mast, you prefer being scissored to scissoring? The good news is I'm going to scissor you for four minutes and I'm going to maintain eye contact throughout. Shall we see what happens.?" I felt uncomfortable lying face down on my rapidly returning erection. Feeling Jen's thighs press gently against my head made me softly moan already, which did not pass unnoticed with Jen who was smiling from ear to ear. "Is it okay if I take my top off?" she asked. I knew I had lost already so simply nodded. As she now lay there topless, she reached down with one hand and pulled my hair as she tried to reposition my head, all the while maintaining eye contact and smiling at me. "Just so you know, I'm going to scissor you for four minutes, during which you will tap out three times, pass out twice and come at least once. Shall we begin?", she asked, her hand now needlessly cupping one of her breasts. I tapped within five seconds, came soon after and passed out before the thirty second mark. I came round with her thighs still around me, she squeezed again and made me tap out twice more before putting me to sleep again. I don't know how long I was out for, but she had achieved everyting she said she would with ease and well within the time. When I next came around I was lying on my back and naked. Jen stood over me, one foot on my chest and adopting a victory pose. "Ready for your forfeit?" she asked. She sat on a nearby chair and gestured that I join her. I found myself crawling towards her. I pulled myself up over her lap and waited. I felt her trap me over her left knee with her right leg which trapped the back of my thighs. "I'm going to do half of the strokes tonight until you pass out, and then I'm going to wake you in the morning with a brutal dishing out of the balance". Jen spoke with a certainty and authority that I could only dream about. Over her knee, I could feel Jen run the palm of her hand up the back of my thigh. Despite myself I let out a little moan. Jen flicked her wrist and her stinging hand caused me to yelp. "Just to be a sport, if you can take five consecutive strikes without crying out I will stop immediately", Jen offered. I was grateful but only too aware that she didn't make generous offers without knowing she wouldn't need to pay out. And so a pattern began whereby the first stroke was an elaborate two handed affair, the left hand reached below stroked my balls then ran the length of my aroused manhood, at which point she spanked me softly. She repeated this for the second and third stroke, reducing me to a lust filled jelly, but then the fourth stroke was sharply administered while clenching my balls in what felt like a death grip. I never found out what the tactic would be for the fifth stroke, as that fourth one always made me cry out in pain. The repeated pattern had me all over the place, I so longed for and enjoyed the first three, but then truly feared the fourth. Knowing it was waiting began to overshadow the other pleasure. Halfway through I passed out and she let me roll to the floor. "Tomorrow's another day", she said, kissing me on the cheek, making her way to bed, and leaving me naked on the floor.