Sandy Bouwman's First Bellypunching Session By Arby Sandy Bouwman was a little nervous. She paced back and forth in the hotel room waiting for her client, Eddie, to appear. She was nervous because this was her first bellypunching session. Sandy had been doing wrestling, lift and carry, and domination sessions for years, but this bellypunching was something new for her.She wasn't sure exactly what Eddie would want her to do. Would he want her to punch him as hard as she could in the belly, or would he want some strange fantasy session. She would just have to wait until he arrived to find out. She had even brought an assortment of equipment to use. She had a pair of laceless boxing gloves in case he wanted her to use them, and she had a pair of tight leather driving gloves with very little padding, if that was what he wanted. Sandy slipped one of the driving gloves on her hand and curled it into a tight fist. "Damn, that looks lethal" she thought as she held her fist up and looked at it. Slowly she removed the glove. She smiled as she looked at the other object she had brought along. It was a large bucket. If Eddie really wanted to be punched hard and often in the belly, he was bound to get nauseated and throw up. The bucket was for that, to keep the carpet clean, and her clothing clean. Since this was not a fight, and was strictly voluntary, Eddie would use the bucket if things got that far. Sandy was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts over her black thong bikini and she wore black high heels. Her impressive physique and the heels made her appear much larger than her 5'4" and 145 pounds. There was a knock on the door. "He's here. Now I'll find out what he wants out of the session." she thought. Sandy opened the door. "Hi, I'm Eddie." said the man standing there. He was a pleasant looking man, standing about 5'11" and looked like he weighed around 190-195. Sandy's eyes naturally fell to his stomach, since this was the purpose of the session. While not exactly fat, he was on the pudgy side. While not hanging out far over his belt, it looked soft. "This could be fun," she thought. "Hi, Eddie, I'm Sandy. Come on in." Sandy stood aside and Eddie entered the room. "Okay Eddie, how do you want to go about this?" Sandy asked after she had collected her fee for the hour. "Why don't you do some posing first for me?" Eddie answered. Now Sandy was on firm footing. Many of her clients wanted her to pose for them so she would certainly have no problem with that. She turned on the boombox that she had brought with her, and with a slow, sinuous rhythm began to remove her shorts, sliding them down over her bulging thighs and calves, then with them dangling from her foot, sexily flipped them over to the bed with her foot. She moved to the music, showing off her fantastically developed legs. Next, still swaying to the beat of the music, she removed the sweatshirt. She could hear Eddie gasp when he saw her magnificent upper body. She had a narrow, hard waist that rippled with muscle. Her back was wide, He shoulders looked like melons were implanted under her skin, and her arms were fabulous as high peaks of muscle the size of softballs rose up when she flexed. Eddie tentatively reached out and touched her arm, feeling how hard it was as well as big. Sandy finished her posing routine and smiled at Eddie. She really smiles a lot these days. "What do you want next?" she asked. Tell me what you are going to do to me" Eddie said. Sandy thought for a minute, then she nodded her head as if she had come to some sort of agreement with herself about how to proceed. Sandy had planned out in her mind what she was going to do if Eddie left it up to her to decide.She stepped in very close to him, her breasts pressing into his chest, leaning into his body. She placed her fist lightly against his belly. "Okay Eddie, this is how it will work. You get one belly punch every 30 seconds. That gives you time between punches to tell me to stop anytime you want to stop. This is how it's going to happen. You'll tell me you're ready. You have to decide if you want your shirt on or off." Eddie was wearing a tee shirt. "On." he said. "Next you have to decide if you want me to use my bare fist, driving gloves, or boxing gloves" Sandy continued. "Bare fist" Eddie struggled to speak." "That's fine" Sandy replied. "So you are going to leave your shirt on, I'll use my bare fist, and take 30 seconds between punches until you say stop. Are we in agreement?" "Yes" Eddie's voice was almost a whisper. "Then sign this waiver" Sandy said indicating a paper on top of the table, with a pen next to it. "That absolves me of liability in the event that you are hurt or injured as a result of our activity tonight." Eddie signed the waiver without a word. "Now, this is what will happen" Sandy leaned into his body again, her breasts once more pressing into his chest, and her lips brushing his ear. She told Eddie. "After you say you are ready to begin, I'll wait a minute to let the anticipation build, Then you will feel my fist smash into your belly hard so hard that you're sure it went all the way to your spine. Your breath will come out in a big gush, and pain will radiate out from my fist through your entire midsection. The 30 seconds will then start for the next punch. I'll even wait a few seconds past 30 just to make sure you don't want to quit, then WHAM, here comes the next one. What little breath you have left is now gone, as my fist sinks deep in your belly (at this time Sandy lands a very light punch to his gut). Even more pain will radiate out from my fist through your body. A wave of nausea will rise up and you can taste bile in the back of your throat. You want to stop, but we agreed on a verbal signal, and you have no breath left to speak, and you know that another blast is coming in 30 seconds. This time I wait exactly 30 seconds then I tell you the first two were just warm-up punches, the real bombs are about to be launched now. Remember, you're paying for this so I want to make sure that you get your money's worth. The next bomb explodes in your belly. This time I have stepped back and gotten my weight into it, and ripped a vicious uppercut that buries my fist up to the wrist in your belly." Sandy has had her lips touching his ear while she is describing the session, and as close as she is standing with her breasts pressing into his chest, she can feel Eddie's growing erection. He is really getting turned on by her descriptions of the session. As she described the punch, she hit him lightly again with the punch she had just described. "Now I have to support you or you would collapse to the floor. I wait the required 30 seconds, but you don't say anything. Maybe it's because you can't talk, or maybe you really like this punishment your poor belly is taking. Either way, since you haven't told me to stop, I prepare another blast for your gut. This one drives even deeper in than the others, I hear you start to gag. I grab the bucket and you began to vomit into it. I let you fall to your knees, while I hold the bucket in place. You continue to have dry heaves even after you have finished puking. I keep waiting for you to tell me to stop, but either you can't or won't. I put the bucket down and help you to your feet. I wait at least 45 seconds and you don't say anything. I shrug, and unleash another power blast to your ripped up belly. All you can do now is moan softly as my fist plunges deep inside you. I let you fall to your knees again. I can see blood dribbling out of your mouth. I wait a minute for you to speak. I ask you if you want me to continue and you painfully nod your head up and down. I get you to your feet once more. I cock back my right fist and drive forward with all the power I can generate. This is the hardest punch I have landed all night. It smashes into your belly with a sound like a mallet hitting a side of beef. Both of your feet lift off the floor. All your senses have been short circuited by my savage punch. You fall to the floor on your face. There will be no more belly punches for you tonight, you are unconscious. Blood is leaking out of your mouth, and running down both sides of your face." When she said that, Sandy could feel Eddie's erection, which had been growing, explode in his pants. He couldn't hold it anymore that's how turned on by what she was saying to him. "What a mess you've made" Sandy said to him. "Now we have to clean you up." She went into the bathroom and returned with washcloths and towels. "Here, get cleaned up" Sandy said as she handed the materials to him. Eddie was embarrassed. He had certainly not planned on having that happen, but the beautiful, muscular woman had turned him on so much with her description of the session that he couldn't hold back. Sandy laughed her husky laugh as she considered the situation. She was having a bellypunching session, but she still hadn't punched anybody in the belly. She badly wanted to land at least one belly punch. Eddie was so embarrassed by what had happened he would probably just slink out of the hotel room, as soon as he had cleaned himself up. "These bellypunchers are a strange group" she thought. "The fantasy part of this is much more meaningful to them than acutally having their belly punched" She was right, Eddie started making mumblings about going right now. "Gee, Eddie, Not even one punch?" Sandy said in her most innocent voice. "I thought you would just want me to leave under the circumstances." he said. "You paid to get your belly punched, and if you want it, you can still have it." Sandy told him. She was itching to deliver at least one belly punch at this session. "We will follow the rules." she said. I'll wait at least 30 seconds before delivering another punch, so you can stop anytime you want. "Alright," said Eddie. "Let's go" This was the forth time he had had a session with a woman punching him in the belly, so he thought he was an old hand at it. "Stand over here," Sandy led him to the middle of the room, but she was also close to her bucket, just in case. "Clasp your hands behind your head, and get ready." she ordered him. Suddenly Sandy had complete control of the situation. Eddie meekly did what she said. With him standing there like that, Sandy grabbed his tee shirt and raised it up until his belly was uncovered. She wanted to see what she was hitting and observe the results of her first belly punch delivered in a session. "Are you ready?" she asked. Eddie nodded affirmatively. Sandy hesitated a few seconds then fired a brutal uppercut with her right fist that had everything she could get into it with her powerful body. Her fist sank into the soft flesh of Eddie's belly. TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!!"That felt great!" she thought as her fist disappeared in Eddie's soft gut. His face lost all of it's color as all of his wind came out in a big whoosh. Eddie looked like a fish out of water trying to breathe, his mouth opening and closing as he fought for air. As he sank to his knees, Sandy could hear the gurgling start and ran for the bucket. She got back just in time as Eddie emptied his stomach's contents in an explosive projectile release very quickly into the bucket. "I think that's enough for tonight" Sandy said. All Eddie could do was weakly nod in agreement. Eddie had fulfilled his fantasy of being punched in the belly by a beautiful bodybuilder, and Sandy's wish to land at least one belly punch during this session was granted. Sandy went into the bathroom again and retrived more towels and a washcloth. She gently wiped John's face clear of all the remnants of the vomit. "Lady, you sure pack a punch." Eddie said. I've been punched by some pretty strong women, but none of them were able to make me do that." he said. "You're amazing" "Well, you're not unconscious, at least." Sandy commented as she helped Eddie to his feet. "Are you alright?" Eddie nodded. Sandy escorted the still winded man to the door. "If you want more, call me and I'll arrange another appointment." she said to him. "I don't think so. You punch too hard" was Eddie's answer. "Goodbye, Sandy" "Goodbye, Eddie" was her reply. Sandy walked over to the bucket. "God, that was great!" she said. "I loved it." I can see why you can become almost addicted to belly punching." she said as she picked up the bucket and emptied it in the bathroom. "Not a bad evening overall." she thought. The guy had all kind of body fluids coming out. I'm sure he didn't expect the first one, I know I sure didn't. The second one was a lot more fun for me, but I know the first one was for him." Sandy walked over to the dresser, picked up the fee that Eddie had paid, and put it in her purse. "I definitely enjoyed that. I have to make belly punching a regular part of my sessions. The feeling of my fist sinking into soft bellies is indescribable.