Sandy at the Gym By Arby This story is fiction. Sandy Bouwman does not engage in any sexual activity of any kind in any of her sessions. She does sessions in wrestling, lifts and carries up to 180 lbs., bellypunching, and domination. Sandy has been taking boxing lessons so if you are interested in anything other than a fully competitive boxing session, ask her. Sandy is 5'4" and 145 hard, muscular pounds. Her sessions are excellent and she has many repeat clients. Some people might consider her to be small, but Sandy can handle any kind of session her clients request. Sandy has her own website at www.heatwave.net and her e- mail is sandy@heatwave.net. Sandy at the Gym The clang of weights filled the room as Sandy Bouwman made her way through it. The gym was not crowded at this time of the day, ten thirty in the morning. Sandy was on her own today, her workout partner was sick and was not going to be able to make it for the next several days. She was dressed in spandex shorts and a small, cutoff top that exposed her hard, flat stomach. Sandy was trying to figure what to do, she lifted such heavy weights that she needed her partner to spot her. This was not the usual neighborhood gym, filled with aerobic bunnies bouncing all over the place wearing designer clothes, it was more of a hardcore lifters' gym which offered few if any aerobics classes. Most of the cardiovascular training came from exercise bikes, treadmills, and stairmasters scattered around the room. As Sandy looked around the room she saw Jerry Evans making his way toward her. "Oh, No, here comes Mr. Macho himself." she thought. "Just what I need, to waste time with this jerk.". Jerry was a gigantic pain in the ass. He was a stockbroker who fancied himself to be in the same class as most of the other people who used this gym, but he was not. Beginners who were serious about working hard and improving were accepted with open arms here, but Jerry had managed to piss off most of the regulars with his cocky attitude, and lack of form. "Hi, there, Sandy babe." he said. How he even knew he name surprised Sandy, because after seeing him in action she had stayed as far from him as possible. "You look like you need a partner. I'd be glad to fill in.". "No thanks, Jerry. I'm just going to do a few things and go home." Sandy answered. "Oh, come on, don't be so high and mighty. You need someone to spot you, and I'm here. Why not let me help?" Jerry said. Sandy really did need to do a heavy workout, so reluctantly she agreed. "Let's start with the bench press." she said. "You first." she continued. Jerry put 180 pounds on the bar and slid under it. He had never lifted that much before, but he couldn't be outdone by this woman. Jerry struggled with it, but eventually completed seven reps, nearly dropping the bar on the last one. Sandy had grabbed it to help make sure he controlled it. "My turn, that is a nice warmup weight" Sandy said, rubbing it in just a bit. She slid onto the bench and easily cranked out fifteen reps with that weight, without even breathing hard. She decided not to be like Jerry, so she didn't razz him anymore. Sandy popped another 20 pounds on the bar and started cranking out more reps. The bar rose and fell easily as the muscular woman controlled the weight, her thick chest rising and falling as she pumped the 200 pounds. She finished three sets at that weight, and asked Jerry if he wanted to try it. "Sure, I'll give it a go." he said. Jerry climbed on the bench and tried to lift the weight. He struggled to make two reps before Sandy had to grab the bar and place it back on the rack. "How does it feel to be outlifted by a woman?" Sandy smiled and asked." Jerry mumbled something and moved on to the next exercises. "I need to do some dumbbell curls," Sandy said. Jerry followed her to the dumbbell rack. Jerry picked up two thirty pound dumbbells and started doing curls. His biceps were not bad for somebody who had not been lifting long. When he had finished his set, Sandy just to irritate him a little more, said "Hand those to me, I need to warm up before I start to really lift." She effortlessly pumped out a set of fifteen with each arm and handed the dumbbells back to Jerry. Sandy reached into the rack and selected 45 pounders. She began to do curls with them. Her biceps began to swell and expand as she pumped the weight. When she had finished the set it was obvious that her arms were bigger than his. They finished the rest of the workout in silence with Sandy outperforming Jerry at every station. She constantly chided the so called macho man about the amount of weight he used at every station. Jerry then surprised the hell out of Sandy by asking her for a date. She politely turned him down, but allowed him to accompany her to lunch after the workout. Sandy had very little to say to him, and the conversation lagged as they ate in silence. Sandy the left to get on with the rest of her day. Sandy had to work her shift as a fire fighter and it was two days before she returned to the gym. "That must have been some date you had!" one of her friends said as she entered the gym dressed like she had been on her previous trip. Sandy always wore this type of clothing to workout in because she hated to have sweaty clothes sticking to her body, so she kept clothing to a minimum when working out. "What are you talking about?" Sandy asked. "Your date with Jerry Evans. He's telling everybody you had a date with him, and from what he is implying, it got pretty hot." "Why that little weasel. I'll wring his neck. Where is he." "He's in the back room. He had to know that you would not be happy with him, and he may be hiding out." Sandy stormed through the gym. The back room was set up for combat arts training. There was a small ring, and several heavy bags and speed bags hanging there. Since Sandy had recently been learning how to box she had been using that room more and more. She also practiced her wrestling techniques with her partner in that room. When she entered there was no one but Jerry Evans there. "What the hell have you been telling people?" Sandy demanded. "I never went on a date with you. I don't even like you. I simply let you sit next to me at lunch the other day, now I come back and hear that we had a 'hot' date." "Calm down, Sandy." Jerry said. I didn't say that we had a date, these people are interpreting what I said incorrectly." "Why should they have to interpret it at all! Why did you feel the need to even mention my name at all? I want you to go out there and set the record straight. Right now!" Sandy stormed. "I'll tell you what," Jerry replied. "Your supposed to be a bigtime musclewoman and wrestler, I'll armwrestle and wrestle you for a date. I win you go out with me, You win, I'll go out and claim that I was misunderstood. Is that fair enough." "Let's go! I'm gonna teach you a lesson, smart guy." Sandy growled . She locked the door and headed for a small table that was in a corner of the room. She sat down and put her right arm up on the table. Jerry sat down opposite her and they gripped hands. "1,2,3, go!" Sandy counted off. Jerry immediately put everything he had into trying to force the blonde's arm down, trying to use his height advantage for leverage. Sandy's arm barely moved. A slight smile flitted across her face as she started to force Jerry's arm down. Her biceps bulged into a huge, hard, ball as she slowly forced Jerry's hand toward the tabletop. One last surge and she slammed his hand to the table. "You lose, do you want to try left handed?" Sandy asked. Jerry was a little shaken, but he didn't say anything, he just put his left arm up on the table. Sandy repeated the count off process and once again Jerry tried to force her arm down with the leverage generated by his extra height. This time Sandy did not even play with him, her big biceps flexed and she drove Jerry's hand smacking into the top of the table. "0 for 2." Sandy said. You don't really want to wrestle me, do you?" she asked. "You bet I do, I'm gonna beat you and you're going on a date with me!" Jerry exclaimed. Sandy leaped into the makeshift ring. It looked like a mismatch. Jerry was 5'10" and weighed about one hundred eighty pounds. Sandy was 5'4" and weighed one hundred forty five pounds. She was giving up thirty five pounds and six inches to Jerry. However, despite the size difference, Sandy had already demonstrated that she was stronger than him. While she only weighed one hundred forty five pounds she was all muscle. It made her look bigger that her 5'4". She stood there in her sleeveless top with boulders of muscle for shoulders, and biceps the were now inflated to immense size. Her legs were twenty three inches of rock hard bulging muscle. In contrast, Jerry was decently built but Jerry still had a small roll of flab around his middle that he had been unable to get rid of. They were both now in the makeshift ring, circling each other. Jerry charged Sandy trying to force her against the ropes, but Sandy caught him and tossed Jerry over her head. He hit the mat with a thud. Jerry got slowly to his feet. He charged again with his arms outstretched. Sandy grabbed his arm and whipped him into the ropes. When he bounced off, she caught him and lifted him over her head and power slammed him to the floor. Before Jerry could react, Sandy sat down behind him and wrapped her python like legs around his body and began to squeeze. Jerry tried to struggle but the power of her twenty three inch steel thighs was cutting him in half. As his air was forced from his lungs and his ribs began to bend dangerously, Jerry began to fade. As his struggles got weaker and weaker, Sandy released his body and slammed his head, face first between her thighs. Jerry wound up with his face pressed against her crotch and his head between her powerful legs. Once again, Sandy began to bear down. Jerry thought his head would split open as the pressure mounted. His face was pressed deep into her crotch, Jerry could feel the heat and the wet spot that was forming there. Sandy rubbed herself against his face as she continued to work the headscissors. She too could feel the heat and wetness spreading. As she continued to work on the scissors, she rubbed herself against his nose. A powerful orgasm hit her, and as it did, her hold on Jerry's head tightened as the huge muscles of her thighs pumped up. When it was over, Jerry was out. Sandy had knocked him out with her headscissors. She rolled away from Jerry and got to her feet. She picked up a towel and began wiping off as she climbed out of the ring. "No date for him. I guess I won't have to worry about Jerry Evans anymore." Sandy thought as she moved toward the door. Sandy was taking her time leaving. As she reached for the lock, she felt a hand on her shoulder. As she half turned was half spun around, Jerry's fist blasted into her belly. Sandy wasn't ready for the punch and the only thing that saved her was that her strong abdominal muscles. To Jerry it felt like punching a tire. Sandy staggered back a step and then deliberately backed away from him. "Haven't had enough, huh?" she asked. "Bitch, I'm gonna punch your face in. You can't get away with what you did to me." "Come and get me." she said and leaped back into the makeshift ring. Jerry followed her, leapfrogging over the top rope. Jerry put his fists up. "No more fancy wrestling moves this time, bitch. I'm gonna beat you to a pulp with these." Jerry said holding up his fists. "You embarrassed me lifting in the gym, you embarrassed me armwrestling and wrestling, just now, but this is a man's game and you're gonna pay for each of those." he said. Jerry had done a bit of boxing in his younger days, and felt that his experience back then would be enough. He was about to find out what a miscalculation he had made. He did not know that Sandy was learning how to box, and had a punch like a kick from a mule in either fist. In fact her boxing teacher had said that she hit 'too hard' when just sparring. She had the perfect boxing build, shoulders and arms bulging with dense muscle that could deliver vicious blows,, a tiny, hard waist to absorb much punishment without being hurt, and large, muscle laden legs to help drive home her punches with added power. She was becoming a well tooled fighting machine. "If you get out of here right now, no one will know what happened in here but the two of us. If you insist in going through with trying to box me, somebody's going to get beaten to a pulp, alright but it won't be me. Give it up Jerry, you're overmatched." His only answer was "Now you're gonna pay, bitch. Pay in blood and pain." He advanced on Sandy who stood coolly in the center of the makeshift ring waiting. Jerry started throwing left jabs as soon as he got in range. Sandy made no attempt to either block them or hit back, she simply moved her head and avoided the blows. She must have ducked seven or eight of these when Jerry faked a left jab and fired a right cross at her jaw. The punch landed with a loud crack and Sandy stumbled back and sat down on her butt. Slowly she climbed to her feet holding her jaw. "Now you've pissed me off." She said. Where before she had been holding her hands down at her sides, now she brought her fists up in front of her face. Still she made no move to hit Jerry. Again he started with the left jab. This time Sandy blocked it with her right arm and brought her left fist up in a whistling uppercut that buried in Jerry round belly. TTHHUUDD!!! UUNNHH!! went Jerry as his wind was expelled by the force of the hard fist ripping into his soft gut. His knees buckled. Sandy's right fist went from it's blocking position straight to Jerry's jaw spinning him around and dropping him to the floor. Jerry had never been hit as hard in his life as the two punches this blonde woman had landed. He didn't want to get up, he wanted to just lay there and go to sleep. His belly hurt, his jaw hurt, and his vision was blurred from the smash to his jaw. He saw Sandy standing over him with a smile on her face. That motivated him to get to his feet. He raised his fists again and began circling. Jerry took a big swing with his right that would have ended the fight had it landed. Sandy ducked under it and again ripped her hard left fist up into his belly. This time she got the full power of her legs into the punch and it actually lifted Jerry's feet off the floor. WWHHOOMMPP!! OOOFFFF!! A bolt of snot flew out of Jerry's nose and his legs could not hold him up as his knees turned to water and he fell on them. The nausea rising in his belly was so bad it was debilitating and he began to gag, but he managed to keep from vomiting. He pitched over on his side and curled up in a ball. "I guess that you are not going to beat me to a pulp today, after all, jerk!" Sandy said to him. Jerry moaned softly. Sandy turned away and started for the ropes to leave the ring. "Hey, whore, where are you going?" Sandy couldn't believe her ears. She turned around and Jerry was on his feet, leaning back against the ropes trying to regain his breath. He was determined to continue this onesided affair. "Quit now, Jerry and I won't hurt you anymore. Keep on and I will knock you out.". Jerry just could not accept the fact that this muscular blonde could outlift him, out wrestle him and now out box him. She had landed only three punches but they were the three hardest he had ever felt. "All lucky punches. Your luck has run out, slut. Now you're gonna get your beating." Jerry's leg shot out in a hard kick that landed squarely between Sandy's legs. She let out an agonized groan and slumped to the floor. Jerry grinned and reached down for her and pulled Sandy to her feet. He started punching as hard as he could into her washboard abdominals. Punch after punch bounced off her hard belly doing very little damage. Jerry thought she would be in bad shape from his belly punches, but she had actually been recovering from his underhanded tactic of kicking her in a most vulnerable area. Sandy reached out with both hands, placed them on his shoulders and pushed Jerry away. Sandy backed away from him still in the recovery mode. "Whore, I'm gonna mess you up. Nobody will think that face is pretty when I'm through with it. I might put you in the hospital." "You had your chance and you blew it." she said. "Now it's your turn to feel some pain.". Sandy stepped up, and faced him. This time it was her left jab that shot out popping into his face. Jerry's head jerked back and forth under the peppering jabs of the woman. As she was hammering his face with her left jabs, Sandy laughed as she remembered how she couldn't even make a proper fist with her left hand at one time. She kept getting her thumb up on top, but she had learned and now it was as hard and as lethal as her right one. Welts, bruises and cuts were appearing on Jerry's face, and the blonde still kept popping his face with her left fist. WWHHOOCCKK!! Suddenly she doubled up with a vicious left hook following the jab, crashing into Jerry's right eye. It would be swollen shut in a few minutes as a beautiful purple bruise began to grow there. Jerry staggered several steps from the force of the hook, fighting to keep his balance. WWHHAAMM!! Sandy's right fist bashed his other eye. He would have a matched set of shiners for all the world to see. Jerry staggered the other way, trying to stay off the floor. Sandy decided to work on his belly. Positioning herself in front of him, she started ripping vicious, wind sucking punches deep into his stomach. TTHHUUDD!! OOOHHHH!! WWHHOOMMPP!! AAAGGGHHH!! TTHHUUMMPP!! UUUNNNHHH!!. Over and over, alternating left and right Sandy pumped her hard, heavy, fists into Jerry's yielding belly. Waves of pain followed by waves of nausea swept over him. Sandy had him pinned against the ropes and continued to whale away thundering cruel, agony producing punches over and over into his battered belly. Sandy loved the feel of her fists sinking deeper and deeper into Jerry's soft, pain racked stomach. TTTHHHUUUDDD!!! One last brutal right uppercut that buried her fist up past her wrist in Jerry's tenderized gut caused him to start to gag. Sandy knew what was coming so she stepped back and let him tumble to the floor. Jerry's torn up gut had taken far more abuse than it could handle, and he puked up everything that was in it, and continued to lay there wallowing in his own vomit. Jerry was in such torment that he couldn't move even if he had wanted to. In his pain fogged mind he thought at least it was over. Sandy would not beat him anymore. He looked up and saw the powerful woman standing over him. "Play time is not over, asshole. On your feet!" Sandy reached down and pulled the suffering man to his feet. "Yuck" Sandy said as some of the vomit got on her shoe Jerry could barely think, much less talk. "P-P-Please, don't hit me any more. II'll leave you alone and never come near you again. J-Just don't hurt me any more. I-I'll do anything you want. I can't take anymore. Just stop hitting me, and I'll go apologize in front of everyone in the gym Just don't hurt me again. My belly is on fire it hurts so bad. I can't take anymore punches there. Please stop." "You should have thought about that before you kicked me." Sandy replied. "You have to pay for that, now. I'm going to hurt you real bad." She held him up with her left hand clutching his shirt. TTTHHHUUUDDD!! The hardest, most vicious, belly punch she had thrown all day sent her right fist ripping, tearing through his gut. Another glob of snot flew out of his nose from the savage punch. All that was keeping him up was Sandy's powerful left arm which was totally supporting all of Jerry 180 pounds. "I've deciced that I'm not going to knock out your teeth" she said to Jerry. She could see a look of relief come over his face. "However, I am going to break your nose." she said. CCRRUUNNCCHH!!That mace of a right fist blasted straight into his nose breaking the cartilage and causing blood to spray all over both of them. Again all that held him up was Sandy's left hand wrapped in his shirt. WWHHOOMMPP!! Deep into his ravaged belly her right fist exploded. All that came from Jerry this time was a soft moan "uunnhh!" He had nothing else left, no breath, not anything. Sandy released his shirt, and let him fall. As Jerry rolled around on the floor in extreme suffering from the brutal pounding he had absorbed from the unyielding blonde, she extended her muscle packed leg toward his face. "Lick your mess off my shoe, or I'll break your face!" She demanded. Jerry hesitated. "Do it, or I will knock out all your teeth!" Sandy snarled. Jerry brought his mouth slowly up to her shoe and began to lick. His humiliation was complete, he had no pride left. He would do whatever this muscular woman demanded to keep her from beating him further. He licked his own refuse from her shoe. When Jerry had finished, Sandy pulled him to his feet. One last time she powered her lethal right fist deep in his demolished belly. Jerry started to fall. As he was going down Sandy brought a full strength left hook around in a murderous punch that detonated on his jaw. KKKRRRAAAKKK!!! More blood spurted from his mouth this time as a big glob of flew across the room. Jerry spun around and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Sandy could see a tooth sticking out of his mouth imbedded in his lip, and his jaw looked funny. It was either broken or dislocated. "I owe you an apology, Jerry. I said I wasn't going to knock out any of you teeth, but I lied." Sandy took one last look at the broken, bleeding lump, unlocked the door and left. "He said he was going to put me in the hospital, but it will only be to visit him. Sandy told the gym manager to call the meat wagon for Jerry Evans, and slowly walked out of the gym. "I don't think he'll bother me anymore. I guess I will have to go to the hospital to see how he is getting along in a few days." Three days later Sandy entered Sarasota General Hospital and asked for Jerry Evans' room. She got the room number from the desk and obtained a visitor's pass. She made her way to the third floor and found Jerry's room. She had deliberately worn a dress that was sleeveless, exposing her bulging arms and shoulders and was short enough to show off her power packed thighs. Jerry visibly flinched when Sandy entered the room. She walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair and crossed her legs giving him a view that priviously would have caused his temperature to rise. "Hello Jerry, I thought the least I could do was stop in and see how you're doing since I'm responsible for your condition. How's your belly feeling?" Jerry couldn't speak, his broken jaw was wired shut. He pulled back the sheet that was covering him and showed her his belly. His ribs were covered with a body wrap. Huge black and blue splotches where her rock hard fists had beaten a tattoo on his gut were visible on the parts not covered by the wrap. Sandy shook her head. She wasn't aware that she had damaged him so much. He must have had some internal injuries."Also, I'm really sorry about your jaw and teeth. By the way, how many teeth did you lose?" Jerry held up four fingers. "I really didn't mean to do that. I thought it would be impossible to do that with my left, I guess I was wrong." Sandy flexed he left biceps and smiled at Jerry as a huge lump of muscle swelled up on her arm. "I just don't know my own strength. You did bring this on yourself, you know. You should have stopped after the wrestling and you wouldn't be here, would you? You had to try to be Mr. Macho and prove what a great boxer and tough guy you are and it backfired. Also, you shouldn't have kicked me, that made me very angry. You had to be punished for that." Sandy lowered her arm, and smiled at Jerry again. "As far as I'm concerned, this is over. However, if you have some strange desire for revenge and want a rematch, I'll be glad to give you one. I really enjoyed the last time. A lot more than you did, I'll bet, and I could always use another workout. Punching you was much more satisfying than punching the bag." Jerry had a writing pad and pen with him because he could not speak. He held up his hand and began to write furiously on the pad. When he had finished he held it up for Sandy to read. "I don't want any part of you. I've learned my lesson. I sure don't want to wind up back here again. You won't have any more trouble from me." Sandy smiled again and stood up to leave. She made a fist with her left hand and touched it gently to Jerry's broken jaw and said, "I don't expect to see you again, Jerry. I think it would be better if you found another gym, or changed your workout times so that you're not there when I am. If I had to see you again I might have the urge to take up where we left off. I know you don't want that to happen. Take care of yourself, now." Sandy tapped her fist very lightly against his broken jaw. Then she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. As she left the room Jerry was looking at her rear profile with the blonde hair cascading down over her broad shoulders and wide back, her tight butt swinging from side to side under the clinging dress. Looking at her Jerry quickly averted his eyes knowing that because she was so sexy looking was what got him in this condition in the first place. All he had wanted to do was to get her into bed, and wound up having her beat him to a pulp. Jerry made a note to cancel his gym membership as soon as he was able to talk. For her part the strong, sexy blonde thought "What an asshole. He actually thought he was going to get me to sleep with him. Well he got the sleep part right at least, I put him to sleep pretty good a couple of times. I wonder what he thought when he woke up in this hospital with a busted belly, two black eyes, a broken nose, a broken jaw and four missing teeth?" Sandy left the hospital, got in her car and drove home.