Beaten Up By the Aerobics Girl
by ibfeysaat18@gmail.com


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The following memory contains female domination, mixed boxing, male
humiliation, forced pussy worshipping, femdom facesitting, and female
supremacy. If you find this distasteful, I'm sorry. This description is age
appropriate and should be consumed only by those who appreciate such
situations.


The 1980s was a very sexy decade. Aerobics classes were all the rage. The
young women wore these sexy body hugging Aerobics outfits. I joined a
health club just to stare at the pretty sweaty girls. I wasn't into lifting
weights, so I tried the coed Aerobics classes. The rooms had mirrors on the
walls so it was easy to check out the girls as they jumped up and down. I
liked to be in the back to try and blend in. Besides, I was always screwing
up the routines and really didn't want all the girls to see it. I
especially liked the classes that mixed boxing routines with aerobics. I
liked to look at the sexy girls practicing their punches and fantasized
being on the receiving end. At that point of my life, I had wrestled with
a  number of girls but had never tried boxing. It was sexy and fun to lose
at wrestling and I wanted to see what it would be like to be punched out by
a girl. I didn't really how to go about it. I wasn't about to ask some
stranger if by chance she wanted to punch me out. So the Aerobics boxing
was  as close as I got.

The Tuesday night class at 6:00 was my favorite. The sexy Aerobics
instructor mixed in a lot of boxing maneuvers in the routine. There was
this one girl in particular who I very much fancied. She had straight dark
brown hair which she wore in a ponytail with a headband. She was kinda
small but she took the class seriously and had a ton of stamina. She always
completed the whole routine. I could never finish and took a lot of water
and rest breaks. She always came to class with her friend. I spent more
time watching her than I did performing Aerobics. She really got into the
boxing maneuvers and I wondered what it would be like to be punched out by
her. I was hoping to find out. But how?

One day after class, she and her friend were talking on the way to the
locker rooms. I followed them trying to listen but not being too obvious
about it. She mentioned that she really loved doing the boxing and
fantasized about boxing a man and winning. Her boyfriend was too big and
wouldn't go for it. He was too macho. She thought it would be nice to make
him go down on her instead of him always wanting her to give him a blow
job. She said something about "just once" before we arrived at the locker
rooms. It took everything I had NOT to follow them into the ladies locker
room. The picture in my mind of boxing her and having her make me her bitch
was vivid and distracting. I skipped the shower and just grabbed my clothes
and drove home to jerk off.

Afterward, I started scheming on how to make this happen. I didn't want to
walk up to her and say "Hi. You don't know me, but I was listening in on
your private conversation with your friend. I know you would like to box a
man. I heard you say that you wanted to beat up and dominate a man. Well,
I'm your guy." That certainly didn't seem very practical. It was however, a
decent fall back, last resort position one could try in case of emergency.

I decided to try and position myself next to her at the next class I was
able to attend, 2 weeks later. I could smile at her and not feel too badly
about struggling just to finish the class. After class I would tell her
she's really good and in way better shape than me. It seemed like a good
way for her to notice me and strike up a conversation.

I showed up a few minutes early and sort of hung out around the room
waiting for her. When her and her friend arrived I looped around and walked
into class right behind them. As they found their places, I moseyed over
into the spot directly to her left. I took a swig of my water, smiled at
her, and said I was going to NOT stand in the back this time as an
incentive to try and keep up. She smiled back and wished me luck. She
seemed pleasant and sincere. Soon we were jumping up and down and following
the teacher's lead as we performed the routine. Occasionally I would look
at her and smile as I struggled to keep up. About ten or fifteen minutes
into the class, I was really dragging. As the maneuvers went to boxing
punches I decided that it was the perfect time to take a rest. I grabbed my
water and took a couple of sips as I tried to catch my breath. I set the
bottle down moving ever so slightly forward. I turned and faced her as she
was going through the routine. Left, right, shoulder roll, uppercut and
again. I smiled as I looked like I was her intended target and moved my
head side to side mimicking being punched by her. It was very playful and
we both smiled as she continued her work out. A moment later I rejoined the
exercises. By the end of the class, I was soaking wet but still didn't do
half as much as she and most of the other girls did. I smiled at her and
said she's pretty good and I'm trying to get better. She laughed and
offered encouragement. We engaged in idle chitchat as we cooled down and
caught our breath. Then, I tossed out my feeler. I mentioned that she
looked very proficient at the boxing and wondered if she actually boxed.
She replied that she enjoyed practicing punching but she had never boxed,
but thought it would be fun to spar with a somebody sometime. Then she
asked if I boxed. I laughed and said not since camp as a boy. I always got
beaten up. She nodded as she studied my reaction. I continued. I have
actually wrestled a few times and I enjoyed that. It's a lot more fun to
lose at wrestling than it was at boxing and laughed again. She smiled and
looked at her friend and they both laughed. I think I was beginning to get
her attention. She turned back to me and said that she was hoping to find a
guy to do some light sparring with and wondered if I would like to spar
with her. I said that it might be fun if she didn't beat me up too badly.
Her friend arched her eyebrows and the two of them laughed some more. She
responded that she couldn't guarantee that, but it still might be fun and
we all laughed some more. I could tell her little devious mind was
beginning to picture a dominating scenario. She introduced herself as Carla
and her friend as Darla. I told her I was Sid. Then she asked if I wrestled
with guys or girls. I blushed and admitted that I liked wrestling with
girls. It's more fun to lose to them. Well maybe it's time to see if it's
as much fun losing at boxing as it is at wrestling she added. I looked at
her and wondered if I might be getting in over my head. I was getting very
nervous, scared, and excited. She looked down and noticed the lump in my
pants which was more pronounced than it probably should have been. She said
let's go and talk about this. As we talked about a possible match, Carla
said that it appeared to her that I like losing to girls and wanted to lose
to her too. I  nodded nervously. We eventually agreed to box at my house
but she wanted to bring Darla for safety. I said that was fine and offered
to buy 2 pairs of boxing gloves. We set a date for Saturday. I gave them
the address and told them I would see them Saturday.

I bought 2 pairs of boxing gloves and 2 mouth guards. I moved the furniture
to the kitchen so we could box in my living room. I looked at the white
carpet wondering if I was going to get blood on it. It seemed like Saturday
was never going to come.

The girls arrived around 1:00 Saturday afternoon. We exchanged greetings
and started talking about some rules. I suggested that I would not punch
her in the face and only aim for her torso. She could punch me in the face
and body. They liked that rule. Darla was going to act as the referee and
keep time. We agreed to 3 minute rounds which I was about to find out was
an eternity. Before we started Carla looked at me and again reiterated she
thought that I wanted her to beat me up, didn't I. I just looked at her and
didn't answer. She repeated herself. "I asked you a question. You want me
to beat you up and dominate you. DON'T YOU? I nodded nervously and
anxiously. "Good. I was hoping to find someone like you."

We put on the gloves and I put in the mouth guard and with my heart a
thumping we began. I put my fists up in a defensive posture and waited for
Carla to throw the first punch. She threw a left jab which I blocked with
my right glove. The force of the punch knocked my glove into my face. I
quickly realized that I had better brace myself for the oncoming onslaught.
As the bout unfolded, Carla continued jabbing and throwing hooks into my
rapidly withering opposition. I managed to block most of them but my arms
quickly began to hurt and burn. The few punches I attempted were easily
blocked by her. It felt like she had been punching me for 10 minutes but
the first round hadn't even ended. Her punches weren't too hard but they
were adding up. It was like death by a thousand cuts.

Darla, who was supposed to be refereeing, was cheering her on. She also
offered instructions. I kept hearing "punch him in the face or his stomach
is open, punch him in it. Good job Carla, beat this sissy's ass. Ooh, nice
punch. That looks like it hurt. Beat him up Carla," and more comments like
those. Then she said "30 seconds." Finally, this round was mercifully
coming to an end. Or was it?

Carla intended to end this round with a flourish. She began her Aerobics
routine of left, right, left hook, right hook, repeat. She was doing a
number on my stomach and ribs. I pulled my elbows in closer to protect my
aching tummy but she kept punching me. I bent down to try and minimize her
target area. That was a BIG mistake! She took a step back and ripped an
uppercut from the floor straight into my unprotected and vulnerable chin.
The effect was devastating. My head snapped back and everything went foggy.
The next thing I knew, I was on my ass. She knocked me down. My mouth hurt
and was beginning to bleed. At least I could taste blood. I stayed down for
a little while and Darla announced the end of the round. The FIRST round. I
had more punishment in store.

Carla and Darla waited in the corner for me to rise. Carla took a couple of
sips of water. She looked so menacing and sexy too. She was wearing a black
2 piece bikini with a white headband and her dark hair in a ponytail. She
asked how I was doing. I smiled a painful smile and said that I was ok. She
replied that I wasn't looking too good. Then she employed some scary trash
talking.

"How do you like getting punched out by a girl? Are you enjoying yourself?
I'm having a good time. We're just getting started you know. Are you ready
for some more? I'm going to pound you. I'm going to make you my bitch.
That's what you want anyway, isn't it loser? You're such a pussy. You're
getting your ass kicked by a woman. You fight like a girl. Let's go pussy,
it's time to kick your ass loser."

Then she turned to Darla and said I needed to be reminded that I'm getting
beaten up by a woman. Take my top off, she said. I want to make sure he
knows a woman is doing this to him.

Darla smiled and slipped off the straps of her bikini top revealing 2
beautiful little tits with bullet shaped hard nipples. God, she was sexy!
And if she wanted to intimidate me, it was working. I couldn't take my eyes
off them. Darla said that I had enough rest. It's time for round 2. Ding.

Carla moved toward me and went right back to work. She threw a jab to my
chin. I was concerned about getting hit in the face so I kept my guard up.
I blocked her punch but she just changed her target and began punching me
in the body. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Naturally, I dropped my
guard to protect my body and she came back over the top with a left right
combo. Both punches landed cleanly and I raised my arms again. More punches
to my stomach and ribs. The effect of these punches was starting to hurt. I
had wanted to lose but now I was beginning to have second thoughts about
this whole thing. I was becoming very afraid of what I had gotten myself
into. That feeling of pure dread was overtaking me. I was getting more and
more discouraged. I was also completely terrified. If she kept on punching
me I was afraid that she was going to make me cry. I didn't mind losing but
I wanted to maintain my dignity. Men don't cry. Boys cry. I felt my chin
begin to quiver.

Carla was undeterred. She backed me into the corner and varied her attack.
If my defense was high, she punched me in the body. When I lowered my
defense to protect my body she went back upstairs. Carla had no fear as I
was no longer punching back. I was too busy trying to avoid getting
punched. She was aware of what she was doing to me. "You look like you're
going to cry. Are you crying?"

"No" I replied. But I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold back my
tears much longer. I tried to slip away to my right and regroup. Carla was
having none of it. She just followed me and stepped up her attack. Another
combo to my stomach and I slumped to the floor. I needed a break. She
barked at me to "get up. I'm not done with you yet. You wanted to get
beaten up by a woman, so get up and take your beating like a man. Get up
loser."

I felt like a loser. It was still very humiliating to be called that. I was
getting overwhelmed. The pain, the shame, the inevitability of it all, it
was becoming too much. I didn't want to fight anymore. There was no way
out. The hopelessness was really getting to me. My heart was beating faster
and faster. But it  was also breaking. I was too. I wanted to hide. My
shame. Just a loser getting beaten up by a girl, that's what I had become.
It was all too much. I felt like a pussy essentially hiding on the floor so
she wouldn't hurt me. I knew I had to get back up and try to maintain my
dignity. So I nervously got back  to my feet and awaited my fate. Carla
went right back to work. She punched my arms and body relentlessly. Left,
right, shoulder roll, hook and repeat. Carla was doing her Aerobics routine
on me! And it hurt. My chin was quivering like a child about to cry. I
could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Then she let me have it. A left
right combo to my stomach followed by a double straight right to my nose. I
felt her fist flattening my nose and I couldn't hold it back any longer. Oh
God. No. This couldn't be happening. But it was and I couldn't stop it
anymore. I started to cry. Once I started I couldn't stop. Carla yelled "oh
my God, you're crying. Oooh, are you getting beaten up by a girl? You're
crying. You loser. I don't care. I'm going to really pound you now
crybaby."

I stood there totally defeated and worse, completely humiliated. My arms no
longer were trying to protect myself. I just stood there crying and taking
punches to the face. I told her that I had enough. Please stop. I quit. But
Carla was really getting off on humiliating me. She kept punching me and
talking  more shit.

"You want me to stop. Beg me. Beg me for mercy. Beg me loser. Tell me I'm
the better girl." She kept punching me throughout.

I didn't need any more encouragement. "Please stop hurting me. You win. I'm
begging you. Please, please stop. You  win. You're the better girl.
Pleeeeeze!" Another couple of punches to my beaten belly followed by a
punch to the nose and I crumpled to the floor at her feet. I was openly
crying like a baby.

Carla stood over me with her legs spread shoulder length and spoke. "You
want some mercy? Kiss my pussy. Go ahead, kiss it. If you want any mercy
you have to kiss my pussy and make me feel good." I didn't need to be asked
twice. I got to my knees and looking up at her I leaned forward and kissed
her pussy right through her bikini bottoms. I could smell her arousal. I
could taste it too. She liked it and instructed me to keep doing that. I
kissed her like my life depended on it. Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss. Smooch
more kisses. Carla was liking this. She stepped back and managed clumsily
pull off her bikini bottoms with her bulky gloves still on. Suddenly, her
dark brown pubic triangle was revealed. It was lovely. It was hairy. It was
so fragrant. It was perfect. And now it was right in my face. I kissed that
naked yummy cunt and tasted her female nectar. Carla grabbed the back of my
head and pulled my face tightly into her. I noticed that my crying had
stopped and I was enjoying this segment. The desire to prove myself worthy,
unlike my boxing prowess, was strong. I wanted to show her that I was good
at something. I wanted to make her come. I needed to make her come. She was
getting wetter and wetter and was really getting off on this.

Carla was offering instructions. "Lick me. Lick my cunt. Oh ya that's nice.
Keep doing that. Ooooh. Aaaaah. Lick my clit. Make me cum. Kiss it now.
Ohhhhh,  good boy. Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah, ohhhhh! Keep doing that.

I followed her instructions to the letter. I wanted to feel and taste her
cum. I needed to make her cum. She was grinding harder and harder and
yelled that she was getting ready to cum. Her lips were quivering and her
body began to convulse. She screamed that she was coming and filled my
mouth with her tasty cuntal offerings. For a moment, I was happy. A few
minutes ago I was experiencing hell. Now, suddenly I was at the gates of
heaven.

Carla stepped back and said it was time to finish me off. She told me to
get up. I  didn't want to as I knew she was going to hurt me some more.
Carla had proven her physical superiority over me. But it was more than
that. The sexual domination and psychological abuse was also part of the
game. And she didn't want this game to end. Hurting me was physical. Making
me cry was psychological. Creaming on my face was sexual. And making me
like it, well, that was the icing on the cake! Her domination of me
continued.

She told Darla to strip me. As if she hadn't humiliated me enough. I asked
Darla not to. She told me to shut up and slapped me in the face. Hard! She
laughed and proceeded to rip my shorts and undies right off with no
resistance. Worshipping Carla from my knees with my face getting bathed by
her succulent hairy cunt juices had caused my cock to get hard. The last
shred of dignity had just been removed. Naked, with a boner and boxing
gloves, cum soaked and bloody, and the promise of more to come. This is
what I had been reduced to.

"Look at yourself. You like this don't you? I'm beating you up and you've
got a boner. Did I do that? I'm going to dominate that little cock too.
You'd like that. Wouldn't you? You think you're going to fuck me with that
little dick? I don't think so. I'm gonna make you sorry. And you're gonna
be my cunt licking bitch!"

I stood there trembling, awaiting my fate. At least I wasn't crying
anymore. I was determined to take the rest of my punishment like a man.
Carla went to work and began hammering at my sides. I groaned with each
strike. She had already beaten me up so in a way I had nothing left to
lose. Maybe I could  redeem some of my self respect. I decided that I
wasn't done yet. I threw my own punch. A right. It was straight and
accurate, even if it wasn't very hard. And it landed! Right below her left
tit. It felt good. It surprised me and her and Darla too. (If you're still
reading this, I'll bet it surprised you too!) I forgot about the pain and
her fists for a moment and wanted to hit her again. So I tried a left hook
to her right side. My confidence and success was short lived. Carla was
ready and blocked my punch with her right arm, pivoted, and fired a left
hook of her own with evil intentions. It was the hardest punch she had
thrown yet. I think when I actually punched her that it made her mad. A
moment later the right side of my face was paralyzed by the force  of  a
vicious left hook. It landed with a thud. It hurt and disoriented me for a
moment. Carla took advantage of my surprise and moved in for the kill.

With me temporarily stunned and standing like a statue, Carla unleashed a
brutal barrage. She forgot all about my body and concentrated on my face.
She punched me in my face over and over again. She was moving forward and I
was backing up. I felt the wall in my back and we stopped moving. My nose
was bleeding and I was just standing there taking it. I was aware of the
pain and what she was doing to me. But it was like I was somehow detached
from the situation. A right hook to my left cheek knocked me down and
brought me back to my senses. I remember laying on my side looking up at
her wondering what just happened. She told me to get up. She wanted to
knock me out. I didn't want to get up. I'd had enough. I was beginning to
notice how badly she was really hurting me and didn't want anymore. Then
Darla, the unfair referee came over to me and yelled to get up. I just
looked at her and shook my head no. Undeterred, she grabbed me by my hair
and hauled me up. I pleaded with Carla to stop hurting me. But my pleas
landed on deaf ears. She just stood in front of me with her fists at  the
ready and fired a string of straight right hand punches into my nose. "Stop
me." Another straight right. My nose was bleeding from both nostrils and
the tears returned to my eyes. I started softly whimpering and crying from
the abuse. "Cry all you want loser. I'm going to knock you out!" My crying
and begging intensified as did her attack. She began ripping vicious hooks
into my cheeks and temples. Left right left right. And then everything went
silent and dark. I had slipped out of consciousness. Apparently, the
punches to my temples knocked me out but I hadn't fallen yet. I was just
sort of wobbling before my legs gave out. Carla threw one last punch. An
uppercut which landed flush on the point of my chin. My head snapped back
and I fell flat on my back with my arms outstretched and my legs spread.
They told me that I looked like a human X. My eyes remained open but my
eyeballs rolled back in my head. They told me I laid there silently
breathing and bleeding from my nose, but otherwise sound asleep. After
about 30 seconds I began to see again out of my eyes. Everything was blurry
but the clarity slowly returned. I kinda realized what had happened but my
suspicions were confirmed when Carla spoke. "I beat you up and knocked you
out cold! It was fun and I want to do it again. But right now you're not in
any shape to continue. I made you cry like a baby and if you want to cry
again, it's ok. Cry for me loser. It turns me on. You are such a pathetic
little sissy. Cry little boy cry." She sat on my chest as I was taking it
all in. My face was a mass of pain. My spirit was crushed. My manhood had
been eliminated. I had become what I fantasized about and now was being
forced to endure it. I told her that I was so sorry and began to cry again.
The tears were streaming down the sides of my head. I felt so ashamed.

The agony that I was experiencing was matched by the ecstasy Carla was
savoring. It must have been such a powerful aphrodisiac to so completely
dominate, humiliate, and subjugate a man. I could smell her intoxicating
arousal. I could also see it as her pubic hair was sticky and wet. It was
hovering over my mouth and then it was on my face. Carla's cunt was
dripping with desire. There was a fire burning inside her and my nose,
mouth, and tongue was the only thing which could extinguish it. She quickly
rewarded me with a creamy treat followed by another and another. She was
having multiple orgasms on me and grinding my face into oblivion.

My cock which had deflated during the final onslaught returned to
attention. Darla commented about my cute little boner returning. She said
to Carla "I think he likes you." After a fistful of orgasms, Carla got off
me. I still had to pay Darla for refereeing. Another hairy cunt. Another
happy woman fucking my face for her own dirty pleasure. Another delicious
buffet of orgasmic treats. And no doubt,  another dominant girl who would
one day soon beat me up too!

After Darla finished riding my face, Carla had one final demand. She
intended on making sweet passionate love to me. Not exactly! No, she was
going to RAPE me! And she was going to like it. I, was going to LOVE it! If
she thought that she was dragging me into the fires of hell, she was sadly
mistaken. She must have killed me, because I found myself staring at my
maker, my master, my Lord and mistress, and the closest thing to heaven
that I ever would see on earth. Some stupid man once said, if you're going
to get raped, and you know it's inevitable, just lie back and try and enjoy
it. It seemed like good advice at the time. Carla pinned my arms down and
inhaled my throbbing forgotten cock into her hairy burning inferno. It was
pure hell but I managed to soldier on. Carla threatened my very existence
if I committed the ultimate sin of coming too quickly. She told me that I
could only come when she demanded, otherwise there would be unbearable hell
to pay. She fucked me stupid. She bounced up and down with a vengeance. She
rode me like she was trying to break me. She moaned and groaned. She
screamed and creamed. She balled up her fist and threatened to kill me if I
jumped the gun. She slapped my face for her own sadistic insanity. She
laughed at my futile attempt to delay the inevitable. And then she smiled
and said NOW! Oh God. Just in the knick of time. I came. I came some more.
I came longer and stronger than I ever had before or ever would again. I
came until I just couldn't cum anymore. Frankly, she should have just
killed me right then and there because nothing I would ever see again could
ever come close to what she just did to me. I  passed out from sheer
exhaustion. I awoke alone several hours later and climbed into bed and
slept for 24 hours. She did quite a number on me.

Later Sunday night, the phone rang. It was Carla. Apparently, she just
broke up with her boyfriend and was ready to go to sleep. She was going to
need to be eaten out properly before she could go to sleep. She also was
going to need me to wake her up by licking her cunt at the appropriate
hour. I was the new alarm clock. I eagerly left to attend to my new
mistress.