KO'd By a Teen Girl 
by Ibfeysaat

(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

I guess in hindsight, I wanted her to beat me up. She knocked me out cold!
Afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Well, it started something
in me that I haven't been able to get out. I'm afraid the end is near.

This is the beginning of my lifelong obsession with getting beaten up and
humiliated by women. It had to start somewhere. Her name is Kathy Karlie.
She was a stud. I first met her watching her playing baseball with the
boys. And she was good! It was 1975, and it was June.

I was a lonely 27 year old man. I was walking my dog when I noticed this
long haired girl playing baseball with the boys. She was playing shortstop
and she made a beautiful play on a tough grounder up the middle. She
smoothly and swiftly moved to her left, picked the ball cleanly, and threw
sidearm perfectly to first. I had never even seen a girl playing baseball
before that! I stayed there for another 45 just watching her. As the game
ended me and 007 (I know it's a silly name for a dog, but I was odd) snuck
away.

The next Saturday I went back to the park looking for my little sexy
ballplayer. Couldn't put my finger on it, but that little girl beating the
boys was turning me on. Didn't understand why yet, I was slow, but I found
myself aroused just watching her playing with the boys. She noticed me
staring at her and immediately after the game came up to confront me.

"Hey mister, what the hell are you looking at me for?"

"I'm sorry, I just never saw a girl playing baseball with the boys before.
You're pretty good!"

"Well, it's weird to me."

She was so cute. She was this pretty little girl, boy, woman, I really
didn't know what she was. But she was exciting me. First of all, she was
actually talking to me. Maybe she was berating me. But, I kinda liked it. I
was a roly poly kinda guy who never really had much luck with girls before.
So, in an odd way I was relaxed.

I pressed her on how she got to be so boyish. She said she didn't know, she
was just that way. She really enjoys beating the boys. She told me that her
name was Kathy, Kathy Karlie and she's just better than boys! It turns out
that she has a younger brother and she still beats him up, even though now
he's bigger than she is. For some odd reason, this turned me on. I pressed
her for details and she explained that when they fought, which usually she
instigated, she would beat him up and make him cry like a baby. She says
she kinda likes it. Then, I made an error which has affected me ever since.
I mentioned or questioned or something... had she ever beaten up a man. She
paused and looked at me, then slowly a smile crept across her face.

"No, but I'm thinking of making you my first. Would you like that?
Something tells me that you want to get beaten up by girl, don't you?"

Suddenly, I wasn't so relaxed any more. T'was kinda tongue tied. My pulse
was racing. The blood was pooling in my head. In fact both of them. I was
nervous and hoping she wouldn't realize it. I was getting very
uncomfortable. I didn't say anything.

Kathy glanced down at my groin and I was uncomfortably sporting a major
erection. I closed my eyes as if she would just disappear. Of course that
wasn't going to happen. She began giggling out loud.

"Hey mister, you got a boner talking about me beating you up. That's pretty
funny. Maybe, you would like to see it happen. Is that what you want?"

I opened my eyes but just looked down at our feet. Didn't really know what
to say. I was definitely afraid of her. I mean I hadn't been in a fight
since like 3rd or 4th grade. And then I got beaten up on the playground
after school by a kid named David. He beat me up in front of all the kids
in school. I was crying and pleading for mercy. He and everyone else was
laughing at me. After that debacle, I managed to avoid fighting. Now, like
20 years later, I had opened a can of something and I felt like I was going
to get beaten up again. And this time by a girl. And worse, I had a boner.

"What's your name loser?"

"Isaac Bernstein. Ike."

"Well, Ike, I'd like to beat you up. Perhaps, we could have a boxing match
at my house. We have 2 pairs of gloves you know. I enjoy beating up my kid
brother. I'll bet it would be really fun to beat you up. And frankly, you
deserve it. Standing here, perving out watching me. Then asking about me
beating up guys and you've got a boner. Ha ha ha!"

I don't really remember much after that but before you knew it I was over
at her house and she was going to beat me up. There was nothing I could do
about it. I guess I did deserve it and I was scared. How was this
happening. And just how badly was she gonna beat me up.

I probably weighed almost twice what she weighed. But I was fat. She was a
lean mean fighting machine. Maybe 5 foot 5 and 110 pounds. Just guessing.
She had taken off her hat and put on a headband. Then she took off her
shirt and pants leaving herself just wearing a pair of white flowery
panties and a cute little white bra. Kathy had these 2 little boobies. They
were so cute and so firm. She told me to strip down to my undies. She
didn't want to get my blood all over my clothes. Reluctantly, I complied. I
was terrified, but I still had a boner! She giggled at me as she looked at
my tenting drawers. Then she put me into my gloves and slipped me a mouth
guard. She said I was gonna need it! Then, she put on her gloves and began
to do some shadow boxing. She was very impressive. I just gulped.

She worked up a little sweat quickly, it was pretty warm in her basement.
Damn, she was young but she was hot and dangerous. She factually announced
that we would fight until she knocked me out cold! The way she said it
still to this day makes me hard as a rock. She didn't just want to beat me
up, she wanted to knock me out! Cold! Oh what hell awaited me.

A moment later she went "Ding!" And she just came to me. Lefts and rights
like a machine gun. She was peppering me all over the room. I was quickly
backpedaling away, but Kathy just stalked me and pounded the crap out of
me. I couldn't stop her. The punches to my body were killing me. The
punches to the face were brutal. It didn't take her long to give me a
bloody nose. And as soon as she did, my eyes were watering too. This was a
slaughter. I couldn't seem to get a moments breath. And then I was trapped
in the corner as she pummeled my belly. I was dying for breath as she was
just beating the wind out of me. I must have lowered my arms to try to stop
her machine gun back and forth punching to my belly. That's all it took.
She unloaded on my face and 3 hard punches later, I was on my ass. I just
looked up at her and began to cry. In maybe 30 seconds, she just beat the
absolute shit out of me. As I laid there crying and trying to get a little
breath back, Kathy started gesturing for me to get up so she could give me
some more. I pleaded with her to stop. She was way too tough for me. She
just laughed and reminded me that she was going to knock me out. Now, I
could get up and take my beating like a man or she could just sit on me and
beat the absolute shit out of me. So reluctantly, I got up with an almost
pleading look in my tear stained eyes. She just laughed at me, which made
it even worse.

I got up and got beaten up very badly by a teenage girl. She just punched
me silly in the face and stomach and arms and everywhere. I just stood
there crying like a baby as she beat me senseless. My eyes were being
blackened, my nose was bleeding, my lips were bleeding and everything
seemed to just slowly fade out. I soon fell to the ground but she just
stayed on top of me punching my head from side to side. She had this scary
glint in her eyes. It didn't take very many punches and I was out cold! The
whole fight barely lasted a minute. I didn't land a single punch. She had
to hit me 100 times or more.

I don't know how long I was out before I felt that cold wet wash rag
dabbing my face. She had lifted me to a sitting position as she cleaned me
up. As my faculties were slowly coming back to me, I began to cry again
saying that I had had enough.

"Please no more. You win. I'll do anything. Just please don't hurt me
anymore."

"Ok Ike, you want some mercy, kiss my feet. Lick and worship my stinky
little toes. I want you to worship me!"

She stood up and put her left foot right in my face. Like a cat to a glass
of milk, I kissed and licked and worshipped her salty, stinky foot. I was
still crying and I had a boner as I worshipped at the altar of my
conqueror. After a minute or two, she changed feet and I worshipped the
right one too. She said all sorts of disgusting things which I can't repeat
as she humiliated me with her feet in my mouth. She even accused me of
liking it as evidence of my boner. Kathy had unleashed a desire that I
hadn't ever considered. But I was as hard as I ever had been as I licked
and tongued her feet crawling around like a baby. A moment later she kicked
me over onto my back and put her foot on my cock which was threatening to
pop out the top of my Willie's. It was too much for me and I came like I
had never came before. A huge load of humiliating semen soaked my panties.

"Did you just cum in your panties you loser. That's hot. I beat you up and
made you cum in your panties. Ha ha ha! Well, now you owe me. Big time. Lay
back. I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to make me feel like a
woman. And you better do it good or I will really hurt you. Are you ready?"

The next thing I know is that her thumbs are in her panties and they came
tumbling down.  A big triangular shaped dark bush filled my sight and that
was followed by a scent that I had never smelled before. And then she just
sat on my face and ground me into mush. She swiveled and swore like a
sailor as she instructed me and abused me to her heart's content. Kathy
rewarded me with several orgasms which oddly, I appreciated. Of course I
came in my panties, untouched, 2 more times before she quit and left me
alone in her basement as she went upstairs to shower.

She continued to beat me up and face fuck me until she went away for
college. Her family moved away her freshman year. I had a new purpose in
life and I went home and cried about what had happened. I'm still crying
each and every day!