Keith's Story
By Beaten Man    humbled@abeatenman.com 
An Ass Kicking and an Ass licking


I used to think that the parents of the girls I dated were real pains in the
ass. I used to, that is, until I read this young man's letter.

Dear Humbled,

I can't believe I'm writing to you, I never believed that the types of battles
you wrote about were true. I knew that the stories made interesting reading,
but I had always thought that you made all that stuff up. I mean can you blame
me? Women beating up men? Women stronger than men? It all just seemed so
ridiculous

I guess, though, I owe you an apology. Like the wise men say - shit happens.
And now some shit's happened to me. I am still stunned. Let me get right to it
while it's still fresh in my mind.

My name is Keith, I am a bachelor living in Kansas City. I am a normal 23 year
old man. I have a decent enough job and I guess I am what you would call
average looking. Light brown hair and light brown eyes, average height, five
foot ten, and an average build. I weigh 215 pounds.

As you can tell from my weight I am a bit heavy, not fat, but what you might
consider chunky. In spite of being a little overweight I have always been a
pretty fair athlete and I do continue to take care of myself. I jog a few
miles a week and belong to Gold's Gym where I go for a work out at least 3 or
4 times a month. In high school I played baseball and was a pretty decent
hitter. I'm not exactly a ladies man but I've always done all right in that
department.

I've been in a steady relationship for the last eighteen months and that
relationship is the reason that I'm writing you.

Now before you go off on a tangent and start imagining that my girlfriend
Laura pinned my ass in a wrestling match or something like that I want to set
the record straight. Laura is a sweet innocent young lady and nothing of the
sort occurred. I only wish it were that simple.

The problem is Laura's parents, and more specifically Laura's mother. Her
mother and father both think that I am not good enough for their daughter.
They both believe she could do better in the looks department and in the money
department. They are very well to do and want their daughter involved with
someone on a more elevated social plateau. Someone more like them. They have
been a hindrance to our romance since the beginning and now they have
forbidden her to see me anymore. Laura has been torn between her desire to
continue our relationship and her desire not to go against her parents wishes.
She is a couple of years younger than me and is heavily influenced by them.
Her mother in particular exerts a very strong influence on Laura.

What can I say about Laura's mother. Mrs. Wilma Kinlan is the classic
aristocratic bitch. She is 48 years old and has always gotten her way. She was
born into money and then she married into more. She is tall , about five foot
eight and actually quite attractive in a haughty, middle aged kind of way. She
is relatively trim, about 140 pounds and wears her red hair up in a bouffant.
She wears too much makeup, but I will have to admit it is always flawlessly
applied. Her nails and lips are always bright red and she wears enough perfume
to make a Frenchman retch. Her green Irish eyes are, of course, framed by long
false eyelashes and lots of mascara. She is always dressed as if she is going
to the White House for the Inaugural Ball. To me she always looked like the
wicked Queen who was Sleeping Beauty's stepmother in that old feature length
animated Disney film we all see as kids.

The long formal style gowns she always wore made it tough to ascertain what
type of figure she had. Tough, that is, until yesterday. Today I can report
that she has quite a nice figure but I should have known it all along. Mrs.
Kinlan would never deign to go to a spa or gym to stay in shape. She would
never want to sweat alongside the common man or woman. She has a personal
trainer who comes in 4 times a week and works with her in the family's well
equipped home gym.

My problems with Laura's parents came to a head yesterday morning when Laura
called me and tearfully explained that her mother had forbidden her to see me
again and was shipping her off to an expensive girl's college in Switzerland.
She was calling to say goodbye and that she would always remember me.

I told her she wasn't going anyplace and within ten minutes of receiving her
call was tearing up the highway on the way to her parents home. It was my
intention to confront them both and convince them that I was the man for their
daughter. I was prepared to forcefully remove Laura from their clutches if I
couldn't make them see reason.

When i arrived at the Kinlan estate I was admitted by the maid who informed me
that Mrs. Kinlan was expecting me and was waiting for me by the pool with
Laura. I was given a pair of bathing trunks and directed to a bathroom to
change.. As soon as I reappeared in suitable attire I was shown out back where
I found the two of them swimming in the family's Olympic sized pool.

Upon seeing me standing at the foot of the pool the two of them toweled off
and came over to where I was standing. Laura embraced me and tearfully begged
me to go and not cause a scene. When I refused to leave and insisted instead
that I wouldn't go unless she came with me she ran off sobbing leaving me
alone with her mother.

This was the first time I had ever been alone with Mrs. Kinlan and it was also
the first time I had ever seen her in anything other than a long gown. In
spite of myself I had to admire the woman's figure. She was a perfect thirty
six, as in 36 - 22 -36. Her skimpy bikini showed off a firm set of C cup
breasts and round, seductively curved hips. She was 48 years old and there
wasn't a sign of "cottage cheese", varicose veins or cellulite. She even had
the ass of a twenty year old girl. She may have been a middle aged, dowager
bitch but she was one finely built one. The workmanship of her personal
trainer was obvious. Her legs were long, shapely and smooth with perfect calf
muscles and firm, hard thighs. Even her biceps were well defined and hard
looking. She was as buff as a middleweight weight lifter.

I must have been staring open mouthed at her because the first thing she said
to me was "I'm glad you like what you see, I've worked hard to look this way".
I stammered a bit, embarrassed at having been caught admiring her body, and
made up some lame compliment to cover for my appreciative leering. At the time
I thought I was being quite charming.

She ignored my compliment and got right down to business. "What do you hope to
accomplish by coming here?" she said as I stood uncomfortably staring at her.

"I had hoped to convince you and your husband that I am the man for your
daughter", I replied in as an authoritative voice as I could muster. She eyed
me coldly as I spoke. "If I can't I am prepared to take her anyway" I added.

"My husband has more important things to do with his day than listen to
nonsense from a nobody like you. You will have to deal with me, and I can tell
you right now your wasting your time". .Her manner was grating and insulting,
as if she was going out of her way to irritate me. "We could forgive you your
lack of breeding and poor career opportunities but we will never forgive your
cowardly attitude the other night. Your failure to stand up for Laura and
protect her has convinced me that you're not even half the man she needs".

Mrs. Kinlan was referring to an incident that had occurred three nights
earlier. Laura and I had been waiting on line for a movie when three
motorcycle toughs began insulting her and grabbing at her. I pulled her out of
line and we ran for my car, losing the trio in the crowd. When we were safely
in my car I called the police and reported the incident. As far as I was
concerned I had done the proper and prudent thing.

I explained to her that I was outnumbered and at least two of the men were
bigger than me. I thought I made a convincing case for handling the matter as
I had. I guess I was wrong.

"There is no excuse for cowardice" she immediately answered. "If you were
genuinely concerned with my daughters honor you would never have allowed those
men to touch her and get away with it. You should have been willing to take a
beating rather than to allow her to be insulted that way. You have no idea of
what chivalry is. You are a cowardly peasant".

It was like trying to argue with a stone. No matter what I said she simply
fired back an insult, questioning everything from my breeding to my manhood.
Within fifteen minutes of arguing with her I was ready to tell her and her too
busy to see me husband to go fuck themselves. I was steaming.

"Talking to you is a waste of time.. I'm leaving and I'm taking Laura with me"
I shouted.

"Laura isn't going anyplace with you" she replied calmly. Then she stepped up
to me and slapped me hard on my cheek. She turned and headed in the direction
of an out building about a hundred yards from the pool area. "If you want to
prove you're a man I'll be waiting for you in the Gym" she said over her
shoulder as she walked off and left me standing there rubbing my cheek.

I stood there watching her delicious ass retreat in the direction of the Gym
with murder in my eyes. I wanted to lash out at the haughty bitch with all my
soul. "I don't have to prove shit to you" I yelled out at her back..

"You do if you have any hope of ever seeing Laura again" she said as she
disappeared into the building.

I hesitated for a moment and then followed her inside. I figured, what the
hell, I've come this far. What do I have to lose?

When I got inside I was stunned. The building wasn't small at all. It was at
least 300 feet deep and was the best equipped home Gym I had ever seen. Hell,
it was the best equipped Gym period that I had ever seen. In the front there
were rows of Nautilus machines just like the ones at Gold's. There were dozens
of different machines. Lining both walls there were benches and rows of free
weights. Behind the machines and free weights there was a large open area for
aerobics and beyond that a regulation Boxing ring. There were even heavy bags
and speed bags mounted on the ceiling next to the ring. I found Mrs. Kinlan in
the back of the building standing by an equipment locker.

"What is it that you want me to do"? I asked her.

"I want you to prove that you are brave enough to fight for Laura. I want you
to prove that you care for her enough to take a beating if you have to". She
spoke calmly but her tone was derisive and challenging.

"Do you want me to fight her father? If you do just bring him on, I'll kick
his ass with pleasure", I shouted.

"My husband is 63 years old and has had 2 heart attacks. He walks with a cane.
I had someone younger and in better shape in mind." While she spoke she was
removing Gloves and other equipment from the locker.

"Who then, the butler?, The Gardner?. I don't care who, bring on anybody you
like". By then I was ready to fight Lennox Lewis if need be.

"Unlike peasants like you, the Kinlans fight there own battles. If you want
Laura it's me you'll have to fight". When she finished speaking she began
lightly shadow boxing.

"You're as nutty as a fruitcake", I told her. " As much as I'd dearly love to
kick your stuck up ass, I'm not about to beat up a middle aged woman. And
what's more, I'm sure you already know that",

By now she was already in the ring. "What's the matter tubby, afraid of me
too? Am I too big for you like those punks that accosted Laura". she teased.
"You really are a coward aren't you"?

"I'm scared okay", I began, "scared I'm going to kill you. I outweigh you by
75 pounds and I'm 25 years younger than you. And just in case you have any
doubts, I'm a pretty good boxer too. So stop your grand standing and find
someone credible. I'm no coward, I just don't feel like going to jail for
assaulting some daffy dowager".

"Excuses, excuses" she answered. "You're nothing but a coward., Get in the
ring and fight or you'll never see Laura again. You've got three rounds to
show me you're something besides a fat punk. If you can make it through three
rounds I'll reconsider my opinion of you. I don't think you have the nerve".
With that she began dancing around the ring bobbing and weaving and throwing
heavy punches in combinations. "I've had a little training myself" she added
as she shadow boxed.

The situation was getting weirder by the minute. In the first place, I was
furious, the woman had done nothing but insult me since I'd arrived. I hated
her for what she was doing to my relationship with Laura and if the truth be
known that alone would probably have been enough to get me in the ring with
her.

But in the second place, and this really is weird, I was beginning to feel
intimated by her. Watching her bob around the ring it was obvious that she
knew how to fight. And fight well. She looked strong and fit too. Her stomach
had a well defined six pack and looked hard as a wall. Her biceps were getting
pumped from throwing punches and had swelled to an impressive size for a
woman. They too looked as hard as rocks. She was trying to intimidate me and
it was working. It was that feeling of intimidation that finally swayed me. I
would have felt like the coward she accused me of being if I refused to fight
her. I felt I had to in order to preserve my manhood.

I rolled into the ring and said, "Okay lady, you've got yourself a fight. You
asked for it and now you've got it. I'm going to enjoy beating the attitude
out of you. This is probably as close to a man as your ever going to get and
I'd say that a man is what you probably need'. I was actually enjoying the
trash talk and having the chance to insult her.

Now it was her turn to look angry. "You're going to regret opening your big
mouth. Now I'm not only going to beat the stuffing out of you, I'm also going
to humiliate you. I'm going to make you beg. There is a set of gloves and a
mouthpiece in the corner, put them on and meet me in the center of the ring.
You have sixty seconds". With that she rolled out of the ring and went over to
the bell that was mounted on the wall. She set some sort of timer and then
rolled back into the ring.

When she returned to the ring, to my utter amazement, she removed her bikini
top before slipping on her gloves. She walked to the center of the ring
wearing only the briefest white Bikini bottoms and a pair of black boxing
gloves. With her thick red hair piled on top of her head and her heavy makeup
it was really quite a sight. "Since you were so busy admiring my chest earlier
I thought I'd just give you a close up peek before I blacken your eyes", she
said.

I remember thinking as I walked to the center of the ring what a shame it was
the woman was such a bitch. She really had an incredible body. She had large
dark pink areolas and stiff protruding nipples that sat on the end of two
beautifully firm and round tits. With her hard flat stomach and perfectly
round ass she looked built for sex. It seemed a terrible waste, that between
having an older incapacitated husband and an attitude designed to drive men
away, that body wasn't being used as it should be. She might have been 48 but
if she hadn't been Laura's mother she was someone I wouldn't at all have
minded a roll in the sack with. By the time I reached her there was a
noticeable bulge in the front of my black trunks. I also remember wishing they
had given me a cup to wear so that it wouldn't be so obvious. I hoped she
wouldn't notice. She did.

"My you are enjoying yourself, aren't you" she said when I stopped in front of
her. "I wonder what Laura would think if she knew the mere sight of a woman's
tits gave you a hard on. her mother's no less. Well not to worry, it'll be
gone by the time I'm through with you. Now if you can get your mind out of the
gutter here's the rules. I've set the timer for three minute rounds with a
minute between rounds. If you make it through three rounds and don't quit I'll
no longer consider you a coward. Then all you'll have to overcome is your
looks and poor earnings capacity. I won't hit you in your groin if you don't
hit my tits. Fair enough"?

Three rounds, i said to myself. This bitch is nuts if she thinks I won't catch
up to her in three rounds. "Perfectly fair" I said to her. With that she
turned and walked to her corner. I turned and went to mine.

We stood in our respective corners and glared at each other waiting for the
bell. It was just like the stare downs you see in professional fights. Though
she looked hard and strong I was certain that my 75 pound weight advantage
would prove to be her undoing. Coupled with the extra stamina I felt my youth
would give me over her I couldn't see how she would get out of the first
round. I was confident that once we hit each other she would go down. I was
about to tell her that when the bell rang.

She headed right for the center of the ring with her hands at her sides. I
approached her from my side with my arms up in the classic boxer's stance. I
decided not to waste any time. Since she was the one that had pushed us into
this position I had no compunctions about hitting her. As soon as I got near
enough I started firing jabs. She moved her head around but didn't bring her
hands up or try to hit back. The first three jabs at her head I tried missed
so I decided to go for her open stomach. I hadn't wanted to test it since it
looked so hard but since she was leaving it open I figured I had nothing to
lose.

Keeping my right hand up in front of my face I began jabbing at her stomach.
To my surprise each jab I landed to her middle brought a little grunt from her
and a step backwards. This is a piece of cake I thought. I began jabbing
harder and she backed up a little more. After two or three more jabs to her
stomach she suddenly reached out with both arms and put her gloves around my
neck. With her holding me that way her stomach was completely defenseless. I
started pounding away with both fists. As I punched at her gut she pulled my
head closer to her and continued backing up, within a few seconds I had her
pinned to the ring post in the neutral corner.

She pulled my head down against her chest as I continued to pound at her
stomach. She brought her lips to my ear and began licking it as my fists drove
into her middle. "Lick my breast" she breathed into my ear while I pounded
away.

I figured, the old bitch likes pain, it must turn her on. She began rubbing my
head on her tit and continued to moan at me to lick her breast and all the
while I was punishing her stomach. I gave it a quick lick and she shuddered. I
was right I thought. Still firing lefts and rights into her stomach I traced
my tongue down to her nipple and licked at it. She groaned and pulled my head
down harder, I could feel her already stiff nipple grow, the taste of her
perfume was in my mouth. My dick was like a flagpole in my trunks.

She released my head and I began moving it back and forth between her tits,
still punching her., Suddenly her fist exploded on the point of my chin, she
had brought an uppercut up that caught me in mid lick, utterly by surprise. My
head flew back and I straightened up. She drove her right fist into the center
of my stomach and all of a sudden I couldn't breath. I dropped straight to my
knees with my head resting against her thigh. She moved away and I slid off
her leg and landed with my chest against the bottom rope and my head outside
the ring.

Those two punches were the hardest I had ever been hit in my life. I was dazed
and fighting for air as I layed on the rope. I felt her bare foot poke at my
ribs. "Had enough or are you getting up?, she asked me. I felt like a total
idiot.. She had completely fooled me. I must have hit her in the stomach forty
times. I had thought I was in complete control before her two punches knocked
me down.

I struggled to my feet and put my hands up. She just stood there staring at me
with a nasty smirk on her face. She put her hands on top of her head and asked
me if I wanted to try her stomach again. "Fuck you". I said and threw a jab at
her chin. The jab landed and snapped her head back so I threw a follow up
right. She slipped my right and buried her right fist in my stomach. Before I
could even double over her left crashed into my nose and then her right
cracked my jaw. I stumbled sideways and she shoved me so that I stumbled all
the way to the ropes. As she approached me the bell sounded ending the round.

There were no stools in the ring so after I dragged myself back to my corner I
just sat on the floor facing Mrs.Kinlan. She stood in the opposite corner and
occupied herself by throwing a few insults at me.

"I enjoyed that thoroughly, perhaps you do have your uses" she teased. "Now
that you've demonstrated such an educated tongue I'm going to have to let you
finish what you started so don't tire yourself out too much. I can be quite
demanding. It's too bad for you that you can't hit as well as you lick because
this is going to be a difficult round for you".

The feeling of intimidation was coming back as I listened to her. My arms were
tired from all the punches I had thrown at her stomach. She had purposely
allowed me to hit her just to prove to me that I couldn't hurt her. Then she
knocked me down the first time she hit me and only the bell had saved me from
being knocked down again. Though she had only hit me five times in the entire
round I was already feeling a bit groggy. My nose was bleeding and my jaw
ached. Her threats about the next round had me worried and I was confused as
to what she meant by finishing what I started. Looking at her standing
confidently in her corner while I sat panting on the floor, she suddenly
seemed much bigger and stronger than before. I no longer felt like the bigger,
younger fighter. My confidence was shot. Just then the bell rang.

Reluctantly I stood up and raised my fists. By the time I was up Mrs. Kinlan
was three quarters of the way across the ring. This time she looked prepared.
her fists were raised and her chin was tucked in. The look in her eye as she
approached me was almost frightening.

She jabbed twice as soon as she was in range. Her jab was hard and crisp. Both
of them caught me on the nose. I tried jabbing back but hers landed first and
mine was short. Her overhand right sailed into my left eye and then her left
caught my chin knocking me back into my corner. As I leaned back against the
turn buckle she stepped in with another right to my mouth and then a vicious
left uppercut that sent me sliding to my ass.

The round wasn't ten seconds old and I was already down. I could feel my left
eye swelling and my vision through it was blurry. My nose was dripping blood
on my chest. Mrs. Kinlan was standing right above me in the corner.

"You're pathetic" she said from above me. "Now get up and make a fight out of
this". She backed up a few feet to allow me room to stand.

I had to use the ropes in the corner to get back up. As soon as I was on my
feet she waded in trapping me in the corner. She fired a right and a left into
my stomach and I pitched forward against her body. She pushed me off her and
forced my back against the ropes in the corner. She then threw a rapid fire
salvo of punches into my chest and stomach. As I was sliding to the floor she
landed a thunderous right to my jaw which spun me off the ropes. I landed face
down on the canvas laying parallel to the ropes. I could see her feet as she
strolled passed my head towards her corner, my bleary eye followed her swaying
ass as she walked across the ring.

I couldn't catch my breath, the pounding to my stomach had forced all the air
out of me. My head was reeling and when I tried to push off the canvas my arms
wouldn't obey. I spit out my mouthpiece and rolled to my back.

"Quitting"? she asked.

"I've had enough, you win" I replied from the canvas. My heart ached as I
surrendered. It ached almost as much as my body, I knew it meant the end of my
relationship with Laura but there was nothing else I could do. The woman was
just too strong and too skillful for me.

Mrs. Kinlan pulled off her gloves and walked back to where I was laying. When
she got there she sat down on my chest. "What if I haven't had enough yet"?
she asked as she sat on top of me. When I didn't answer right away she slapped
my face.

"I can't fight anymore" I hurriedly answered. "Please I promise you won't ever
hear from me again, I'll do whatever you want". I was feeling so ashamed
laying there helplessly under her. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Losing Laura was bad enough. Losing a fight to a middle aged woman and now
being terrified of her was even worse.

"You're going to have to convince me that we won't be bothered by you. And
besides we have unfinished business". When she was done speaking she twisted
around and began pulling off my trunks.

I tried to sit up and stop her. When I did she turned back around and pinned
my wrists to the canvas above my head. "I'm going to take off your trunks
wimp. If you want to stop me all you have to do is get up and continue the
match". With that she let go of my wrists and turned back to removing my
trunks. I laid there quietly as she did. The thought of facing her fists again
was worse than whatever it was she could possibly have planned for me.

When my trunks were off she removed my gloves and then sat up straight flexing
her biceps. "Feel my muscles" she commanded. I put my hands over her biceps as
she flexed them. I could hardly get my hands to stretch from their peaks to
the bottom of her arms, they were huge and as hard as baseballs. As I grasped
her arms I could feel my dick begin to stiffen. The more I rubbed her biceps
the harder it got, I couldn't control myself.

When she saw my erection she said, "Now lick my tits. If you know what's good
for you you'll do a good job". I licked both of her breasts and then her
nipples. She moaned and said, "Suck them". She slid her ass down towards my
crotch as I sucked and begin rubbing it up and down against my swollen cock.

My dick was aching by that time, I began thrusting my hips and groaning with
desire. I was so horny I was whimpering. She suddenly ripped off her bikini
bottoms and slid her cunt down over my dick. I exploded in orgasm as soon as
she slid up and down my shaft a couple of times.

When she felt me cum she laughed and said, "You really are a pathetic excuse
for a man". She slid up and sat on my battered face. "Lick that shit off me
and don't stop until you satisfy me".

I laid under her and licked her cunt for what seemed like an hour. She kept
grinding her pussy back and forth as I licked and sucked at her clit. Finally
I heard her cry out and felt her body convulse, she rubbed furiously as she
came in waves. My face was soaked by the time she finished and, at last, got
off me. "Well at least you're good for something" she said as she stood.

After she had put back on her bikini she came back to where I was still laying
in the ring and pointed to an overhead camera. "Laura has been watching you
prove what a rugged man you are on the closed circuit TV. She will send the
maid down in a few minutes with your clothes. After the spectacle you've made
of yourself I'm sure you won't be bothering her again but in case you do you
should know that this entire match has been video taped". With that she knelt
down on my chest and stuck her fist under my nose. "On a more personal note,
if you do bother us again I won't be anywhere near as gentle. Do I make myself
clear"?

"Yes, I mumbled to her.

"Yes what" she said.

"Yes Maam" I quickly corrected.

With that she abruptly rose, gathered up my trunks, and left the building
leaving me laying naked in the ring awaiting the maids arrival with my
clothes.

Fifteen minutes later I was dressed and walking back passed the pool towards
my car. Laura was sitting on a deck chair talking on the cell phone. She
turned her head away as I walked passed her. We didn't speak.

All that happened yesterday. Today I am a broken man, I have lost my girl
friend and my pride. But Even worse, I can't get Mrs. Kinlan out of my mind.
Every time I think of her I get a hard on. I am so confused I don't know what
to do. I wish I was a braver man so that I could commit suicide.

Can you think of anything that might help?

Thank You for listening,

Keith

Dear Keith,

You might consider dating an orphan next time.

Regards,

Humbled