A Model Mixed Boxing Mismatch 
by Ibfeysaat

(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

This is a mixed boxing story between the lovely and talented Erin and yours
truly. Erin is a gorgeous young blonde woman who moved to New York and had
a very successful career as a model. Prior to that she delighted in
alerting me to that look which screamed out that I wanted to be beaten up
and humiliated by girls. She recognized the look, confronted me with her
observations, goaded me into a boxing match, and beat me up and humiliated
me in front of her friend Jane.

The beating occurred in a boxing ring that Erin had access to. It happened
on a Friday night at midnight. By 12:30 she had turned me into a pumpkin.
She carved me up. Jane was her voyeuristic friend who thoroughly savored
every moment of pain, shame, and humiliation I endured. Erin derived
tremendous sexual gratification from beating me up and forcing me to do her
bidding. The pain was disconcerting but the pleasure was something I will
never forget. It was the best of times and the worst of times.

Erin and Jane picked me up at 11:30 Friday night. The car and they wreaked
of pot. They were laughing and giggling like a couple of stoned
schoolgirls. They were laughing about me. How funny it was that I wanted to
get beaten up. By a girl. How humiliating that must be. How obvious I was.
How much fun it was going to be to beat up and humiliate such a pathetic
loser. How embarrassing it must be to get turned on by getting beaten up.
Surely, that little sissy boy has a little sissy boner. As their laughter
and humiliation ascended, my shame and trepidation soared as well. I was so
ashamed and afraid that I was almost in tears in the back seat. The girls
were certainly not shy about sharing their absolute pure unadulterated glee
over what was about to happen.

We arrived at this industrial park littered with dark vacant warehouses on
a moonless night. It was pitch black. Jane unlocked the door illuminated
with Erin's headlights. She turned on the lights and waved us in. The room
was empty except for a boxing ring in the middle of the room. It was
evident that there was a lot of underground fights which took place in the
privacy of this place. I certainly wasn't going to be the first man to get
beaten up in that boxing ring. And I wasn't going to be Erin's first victim
in this private ring either. She was only 19, but she was a very well
trained and skilled boxer who enjoyed beating up boys and men ever since
her first boyfriend back in high school. Her older brothers taught Erin how
to wrestle, box, defend herself, or cause any kind of trouble she might
want to inflict on some poor boy a long time ago. She might have been a
pretty fashion model, but she could also be an athletic predatory tigress.
Erin and Jane were nattily attired in sweat suits. Underneath, both were
naked except for a pair of sexy black panties.

Erin is a tall thin young blonde supermodel type. She is almost 6 feet tall
and weighs only 130 or 135 pounds. She is all legs. She has long arms too.
I am about 5 foot 8 and 170 pounds. She had a height and reach advantage. I
had to look up at her. She has shoulder length blonde hair that whipped
around during the fight. She has big dark blue eyes, a tiny upturned nose,
and a wide smile with perfect teeth and full sexy lips. There was a reason
why she was a successful model. She is absolutely gorgeous, certainly the
prettiest girl to ever beat me up.

Jane is a China doll. She is tiny. Maybe 5 feet tall and probably less than
a hundred pounds. She looks like that pretty little girl in school who was
the teachers pet and a goodie two shoes. She is too pretty and pure looking
to be involved in anything as sordid as this. It was going to be extra
humiliating to get beaten up in front of the pretty innocent looking Jane.

Erin was ready to get the festivities underway. We climbed into the ring.
Me in blue jeans, a shirt and tennis shoes. Erin was barefoot in her
sweats. She removed her top and stepped out of the bottoms leaving her
completely naked except for a pair of black bikini panties. Her little
model champagne tits were bullet hard and much lighter than her tan bronzed
skin. Jane came up to her chest as she helped her put on her boxing gloves.
Erin was tall sexy and nearly naked. She wasn't about to let me fight in
jeans and a shirt.

"Take off your shoes. We fight barefoot here. Then wait for Jane to help
you put on your gloves."

I removed my shoes and socks and waited. I couldn't take my eyes off of
her. Jane smiled as she approached my corner. Erin instructed her to
unbutton my shirt and discard it. Little Jane smiled up at me as she began
unbuttoning my shirt. She slowly and seductively freed one button at a
time. She verbally humiliated me as she slowly stripped me.

"She is going to beat you up and humiliate you. And I get to watch. It's
going to be so hot. I can't wait to watch her make you cry like a baby. She
is going to beat the self respect out of you and turn you into her cunt
licking bitch. And you deserve it because you are such a pathetic sissy.
And how humiliating is it for you to get off on it. I'll bet you even have
a boner."

She was right. I did have a hard on. And I was humiliated by the fact that
my dirty little secret had been discovered. I just stood there as Jane
removed my shirt. Erin told her to remove my jeans next. Thank goodness I
was wearing underwear. Jane unbuckled my pants and slowly pulled my zipper
down. She cupped my boner before pulling my underwear away from my body to
get a good look at my embarrassing little cock.

"He's hard as a rock. He's probably going to cum in his panties before you
finish beating him up. I hope you're ready to get beaten up and humiliated
because I can't wait."

Jane helped me get my gloves on and gave me a mouthpiece and we were just
about ready to begin. Jane brought us to the middle of the ring and went
over the rules. What rules? Erin was going to beat the shit out of me and
there was really nothing I could do about it. The rounds would be 3 minutes
long. As she spoke Erin looked down on me staring a hole right through me.
If she meant to intimidate me, it was working. I was shaking in my drawers.
When Jane finished, Erin spoke. She told me to thank her for the distinct
honor and privilege of getting beaten up by her. She demanded that I drop
to my knees and kiss her panties. I happily complied. I inhaled her heady
aroma before planting soft kisses on her damp and musty panties. She
surmised that I could smell her and informed me that was what my breath was
going to smell like after she thoroughly had beaten me up.

We retreated to our corners and awaited the opening bell. She was awaiting
the opening bell. I was more looking forward to the smelling salts which
might be employed to return me to consciousness after the bout. Which is to
say I wasn't confident about my chances. Unfortunately, the bell rang and
this skinny giant hellcat was coming. She was coming for me. She was coming
for my soul. I remember thinking that just as the bell rang. She was
gorgeous. Like an angel. She was dark and dangerous. Like the devil. There
was going to be pain. There was the hope or possibility of great pleasure.
She was offering her body. But the price was my body and my soul! She was
about to treat me to a religious ceremony I won't soon forget.

Bam bam bam. 3 right jabs landed in rapid succession to start my downward
spiral. First of all, I just realized that she is a lefty. A southpaw.
Everything was backwards. 2nd of all, she was 10 feet tall. I know she's
basically 6 feet, but she seemed like she was 10 feet tall. 3rd of all, I
was still in my corner. And she was still in her corner. Her arms were so
long she could stand in one corner and punch me in the opposite one. I'm
exaggerating to make a point. She was so tall and so long and so awkwardly
backwards (lefty), that I was completely befuddled. We hadn't really begun
yet, and she effortlessly landed 3 jabs from a distance that left her out
of my reach. I always lose. But I usually land a few punches. Unless she
turned her back to me and talked to Jane, there was absolutely no way I was
ever going to get close enough to land a single punch. This was a
frightening realization.

Erin was stalking and I was retreating trying to find a way to stay alive.
Another double right jab. But this time I successfully blocked them both. I
was proud of myself. Unfortunately, that was my finest moment. Things went
south from there. With my impenetrable defense of gloves held high she went
low. Left right left. Oof oof oof. My impenetrable defense was quickly
proving to be easily penetrable! I groaned and came to the conclusion that
this was going to hurt. And hurt bad!

The perfectly executed 3 punch combination brought the first of many cheers
from Jane. "Good one Erin. Kick that sissy's ass. He's scared. Beat him up
for me. Hurt him good."

I retreated trying to get my wind. More like I ran away. Erin continued
stalking. She was smiling. I hadn't even thrown a punch. She had landed
several. And I was basically running away like a scared schoolboy. She was
so tall that in one step she was able to achieve an offensive opportunity.
The ring wasn't big enough. My defenses were too low worrying about my
body. Right jab right jab left hook!

Pause. Pause cause that was it. I was no longer standing.

The next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing this now 20 foot
tall beautiful creature standing over me telling me to "get up! You wanted
to get beaten up and humiliated by a girl and I'm going to give you
everything you wanted and more. Now get up so I can kick your ass."

Erin was stunned at the effect of her 3 punch combination. She basically
knocked me out. She hadn't boxed in a few months against a real live
victim. She was still growing and working out like an Olympic athlete. She
had gotten much stronger. Her fists could kill me. She had planned for many
other humiliating activities still to come. She needed to keep me alive if
I was to properly service her. Thankfully, she quickly learned to pull her
punches. They were still more than enough.

Jane, remember Jane. Jane was very excited by her decisive knock down.
We're going to call it a knock down but frankly, it was really a knock out.
I was probably down for 15 seconds. I hadn't been hit very much so I was
able to shake it off pretty quickly. Anyway, Jane was egging her on. "First
round and that pussy is already down. Knock him out Erin. She's gonna knock
your ass out loser. Ever been knocked out before. Get up you little pussy.
I want to see her beat you bloody."

With Jane egging her on and Erin demanding that I get up so she could pound
me, I shakily rose to my feet. Erin waded in and began attacking my body
with an assortment of punches. They seemed to come from every conceivable
direction. But she wasn't going after my head and she had eased up so as to
not kill me or finish me too soon. Nonetheless, they were adding up. Jane
yelled "30 seconds" and Erin picked up her pace. I was doing my best to
block and absorb the body punches leaving my face vulnerable. Erin began
head hunting. A right jab to the nose. A soft left hook to the side of my
head. The last time she did that she almost knocked my head off. Then she
buried a left and right deep into my belly. I grunted and bent over from
the unwelcome invasion to my innards. Left hook right hook left uppercut.
All to my face. All 3 landed cleanly. All three hurt. The uppercut knocked
me backwards into the ropes. I was trapped in a corner with nowhere to
hide. Erin wanted to beat me up real good before the round ended. She
proceeded to pummel my gut with alternating lefts and rights. I was doing
my best to absorb the punches and survive. If I could only make it until
the bell. But Erin had more sinister plans. As the stuffing was being
beaten out of me and my moans and groans reverberated through the empty
room, Erin again switched tactics. I wasn't going to make it until the end
of the round because she punched me in the face. 4 more times.

Punch number one. A right uppercut to the chin. OUCH! I slumped into the
corner almost being supported by the ropes. Punch number two. A right hook.
I think that might have been the first right hook she threw. It sent me
down a path to punch number three. A left uppercut. That wobbled me and
left me defenseless to survive punch number four. A right cross. Right to
the kisser! Oww! That really hurt and she gave me a bloody nose to boot. I
collapsed in a heap in my corner. The bell rang and I looked like a
crumpled shell of a man sitting in a heap in the corner. Erin left me there
and gleefully returned to her corner. End of round 1. For all intents and
purposes, it was also the end of me.

Jane was smiling and cheering when Erin arrived in her corner. Jane was
telling her how much she loved watching her beat me up. "It's so exciting.
You're gonna knock him out. He looks scared. He's scared of you. I want to
see you make him cry. I want to watch you beat him up and cry like a baby.
Make him beg for mercy. I want to see you humiliate him."

Erin interjected looking and talking to me. She was fresh as a daisy and
pretty as a picture. I looked like I had been through a malfunctioning dry
carwash. She was going to verbally humiliate me. "You're pathetic! You're
the weakest sissy that I have ever beaten up. I could knock you out. I'm
pulling my punches so I don't kill you. Besides, it's fun making you slowly
suffer. But you fall down too easily. The next time you fall down you're
going to have to pay a penalty. Jane, remove my panties. Next time this
little pussy falls down, he's going to have to worship my pussy before he
gets back up."

Jane excitedly complied with the request. As Erin and her mile long legs
daintily stepped out of her panties, she turned and spread her legs looking
right at me. Honestly, the good Lord should have taken me right then and
there because nothing I will ever see is going to top that. A 6 foot tall
supermodel naked standing in a most provocative pose with only boxing
gloves, gloves that were destroying me, and a reddish blonde triangle of
luxurious pubic hair telling me that I have to worship that! He really
should have taken me right then and right there. But he didn't.

"How does that look? Next time you fall down you're going to get a close up
tour of it. Better bring your rubbers, it's pretty wet in there. Is that
what you want? Is that why you like to get beaten up and humiliated, so you
can worship your hero's pussy? Maybe I won't pull my punches. Maybe I'll
make you cry. Or maybe I'll just prolong your beating, spreading out your
pain and humiliation. I'm having fun. Are you having fun? Are you scared?
Answer me!

"Yes."

"You should be. By the way, if I am going to box totally naked, so should
you. Jane, strip him!"

As Jane strode towards me I realized that my hard on had deflated during my
knock downs. But after listening to what they were saying and seeing the
incredibly beautiful Erin completely naked and exposed, I was hardening
again. By the time Jane removed my undies and squeezed my dick a couple of
times, the compass was pointing due north once again. Full steam ahead. I
may not have been properly prepared for the next round but my Johnson sure
was. Erin sarcastically quipped 'awww, did I do that? Kinda cute though."

Round 2: Christy Brinkley lite came out with a definitive purpose. She
wanted to put me down. And she chose to chop me down quickly and
decisively. I think it took 12 punches and I was on my knees. It was the
place to be. View was spectacular and the food was delicious as well. It's
how I arrived that is worth debate. She charged after me and threw a couple
of right jabs that I was retreating from as best I could. Then she went to
the piston left right left right left right left right to the body. Those
punches hurt. She was hitting me in the body harder than in the face. I was
backed into the ropes and bending over further with each strike. I was
caught bent over with my gloves covering my flanks when she threw the knock
down shot. And she really didn't need to do what she was about to do. There
were other routes to take. I  suppose we could call it an uppercut. It
certainly was underhanded. She buried her left fist deep in bowels of my
being. She came right up Ballbust boulevard. That pretty little supermodel
was a cunt! She punched me in the BALLS! On purpose. Direct hit. Mission
accomplished! She wanted to knock me down to inflict upon me a cunt
worshipping penance. It was so unfair.

I fell in a heap and began to cry. I thought we were friends! Apparently
not. I was moaning and crying and asking her why? She was laughing and said
because she could. That brought howls of laughter from Jane and more
crocodile tears from your humble servant. Her and her big 80s reddish brown
forest were coming to get me. Upon arrival she uttered the following "
whoops, you fell down. Well you know the rules. I told you. You ain't
getting up until you worship me and pay your respects properly. She guided
my head with a glove on either side to the center of the universe. I was on
my knees and found myself still looking up at the most beautiful sight in
the world. I craned my neck and took in the beautiful sight and scent of
paradise before moving into her sweet dripping cunt to kiss and lick her to
her heart's content. She grabbed the back of my head and humped my face
with a vengeance before coating me with her delicious orgasmic treats.
Being on my knees and worshipping the most beautiful and athletic angel
that I have ever seen was one of the absolute highlights of my life. It was
beyond sexy. If there is one moment in my life that I could relive over and
over, that would be the one.

That seems like the perfect place to stop. There was a LOT more sex and
violence and domination and humiliation. Erin was just discovering her
sexual preferences and took great delight in hurting me and then trying to
make it up to me. Then she would hurt me again.

I had a whole lot of sex with Erin and Jane too all weekend. That was the
most unique aspect of the domination she inflicted upon me. Of all the
women who beat me up over the last 35 plus years, only a handful ever
fucked me. Almost all of them achieved at least one orgasm one way or
another. Most either jerked me off or forced me to do it to myself. It's
very rare that I have been given the gift of a mind blowing fuck after
getting beaten up. I probably will end up sharing all of them. They're
happy memories, but it is very rare!

But Erin rode me like a cowgirl breaking a young colt. She rode me hard and
put away wet. One of the great honors of my life was the beatings given to
me by Erin. One of the great memories of my life was the mindblowing sex
that Erin gave me.

In the future girls, please be more like Erin!

Happy holidays ya'll!