Punch N Judy Shows Off 
by IBFeysaat

(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

This story contains female on male violence, domination, humiliation, and
non consensual forced oral sex. It also includes consensual heterosexual
sex. It should be read by adults only. Continue at your own risk.


Punch N Judy was a story about my friend Bob and his friend's little
sister. I met Judy about 4 years later. At different times she beat up and
humiliated both Bob and I in front of the other. One was agony, the other
ecstasy. The ecstasy happened first. This is that story. I hope to work up
the nerve to describe my humiliation at the hands and fists of Judy which
happened shortly after the sexiest night of my life. I hope someone enjoys
this. I savor the sweet and sadistic memory to this day.

Punching Judy has black hair blue eyes and the sweetest pot of gold at the
end of her rainbow. Her long legs truly are the stairway to heaven. Her
fists the gateway to hell.

I met Judy through my friend Bob. Bob was her second victim when she was
just 21. I had the pleasure of meeting her when she was 25.

Bob and I knew each other from work. One Monday morning he showed up with a
black eye and swollen lips. It looked like he had been beaten up over the
weekend. He had. He had been beaten up and dominated by Judy over the
weekend. But strangely, he seemed to be especially happy that Monday
morning.

Of course I asked him what happened to him. He admitted that he had a
boxing match over the weekend. I joked that I would like to see what the
other guy looked like. He responded that the other guy was a girl. My
antenna went up. That's not all that was rising. I asked if he wanted to
talk about it. He told me that we could discuss it over lunch. I told him
that I looked forward to it and admitted that I too had been beaten up by
women. It's not that easy to meet too many people who share our humiliating
fetish. We looked forward to sharing our experiences.

At lunch he told me his history with Judy. He admitted that he was a
masochistic man who enjoyed being beaten up and dominated by women. Judy
had beaten him up several times since the first time. She used and abused
him for her own sadistic pleasure. Bob reasoned that no matter how much
shame and humiliation Judy put him through the little bit of heaven ensured
that he would always come back for more. He explained that when he was
getting beaten up he would wonder why he allowed himself to go through the
hell she was inflicting. He would decide that this was the last time and he
never would subject himself to this again. And then at the end Judy would
rape him. There simply was nothing in the world better than being fucked by
Judy and so he would always come back for more. He told me that he realizes
that he is nothing more than her bitch but that's better than being with
any other woman in the world. He said it's pointless to fuck any other
woman, they all pale in comparison.

 My experiences of getting beaten up by women seemed to pale in comparison
to his. I really wanted to meet this Judy person. I asked him if maybe I
could get the chance to someday meet her. He said he would talk to Judy and
see if he could set something up.

A couple of weekends later Bob, Judy, and I met for drinks. After some of
the stories that Bob had shared, I was dying to meet Judy face to face. But
nothing could have properly prepared me for the vision of heaven that
entered the bar with Bob. Judy was stunning. She was the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen.

Judy stands 5 foot 9 and weighs a powerful 133 pounds. She has long arms
and legs with a smaller torso. She has firm conical shaped tits which sit
impossibly high on her chest. Her dark blue eyes are prominent and steely.
They look serious. Her eyebrows and black and prominent for a woman. She
has a small upturned nose leading to a wide mouth and perfect pearly white
teeth. Her lips are full and she has these 2 adorable dimples in her cheeks
when she smiles. Her straight shoulder length hair is jet black. When she
walked in every man, woman, and inanimate object turned and stared. I'm not
certain there have been 5 prettier women to ever walk the face of the
earth.

Bob introduced me to Judy and I was completely infatuated with her. She was
every bit as fun to talk to as she was to look at. She had recently
graduated from Law school and was working as a prosecutor. She had yet to
lose a case. Her and I were doing most of the talking leaving Bob passively
listening. I was having a ball almost forgetting about her boxing prowess
and just hitting it off with a gorgeous young woman. I wasn't sure if Judy
was coming on to me, but I was enjoying the flirting. As it turns out, I
was being played like a fiddle.

Judy and I were laughing and really hitting it off. She was getting just a
little handsy and I loved it. She would touch my hair or grab my arm and
innocent things like that. She was subtly humiliating Bob more than she was
coming on to me. Foolishly, I didn't yet realize this. Ignorance is bliss.

Judy really started turning on the charm. She was saying things to Bob like
you didn't tell me your friend was so cute or telling me that I was very
funny. I was on cloud nine. The most gorgeous girl I have ever seen is
beginning to blatantly make a play for me. In front of Bob. That was the
idea. I was still ignorantly oblivious to the latter.

Eventually, Judy said that she knew that Bob had mentioned their little
boxing mismatches. She was curious about what I thought. I blushed and
found it very erotic when a girl beats up and dominates a boy. She asked if
I ever witnessed one in person and I told her about the fight I witnessed
in high school. I wrote about it in Afterschool Special. It was a real
lopsided beating that a cheerleader named Kim gave a nerdy boy named Danny.
It was very exciting but it was violent and gruesome too.

She guessed that I had been beaten up by women before and I ashamedly
admitted that I had. She told me not to worry. She had no intention of
beating me up. As for Bob, well that she couldn't promise. All the color
drained out of Bob's face when he realized that possibly Judy was planning
on beating him up in front of me. Tonight!


Judy continued to periodically beat up Bob ever since that first time. Bob
made her promise to tone it down a bit or else she was going to kill him.
They both realized that the excitement of the domination is much more
psychological than physical. She had to beat him up enough that he felt
defeated coupled with the fear of what else she might do him. She didn't
need to kill him. Thankfully, she never punched him in the balls again.
Afterwards or sometimes during, Judy would facesit him and use him
sexually. When Judy is horny, she's almost insatiable. But, no matter how
much pain and humiliation she put him through, at the end she fucked him.
The hell was worth it for that momentary slice of heaven. So Bob always
comes back for more.

But, after the first time, they always preplan a time for the match. It's
never spur of the moment. At least it hadn't been before tonight. Suddenly
Bob was getting very nervous and quiet. I don't think he had previously
considered the possibility of what was going to happen, happening. And I'm
here to tell you it did.

Judy didn't live in an apartment like almost everyone else her age. No, she
rented a nice 3 bedroom house in a nice neighborhood. Judy had convinced
her 2 roommates AND their boyfriends that they would be spending the
evening at the guys apartments. When Judy spoke people listened. And
complied.

Judy wasn't sure what happened was going to happen but she definitely had
planned as if it would. If she found me the least bit attractive and not
some sick weirdo, she was planning on beating up Bob in front of me and
using me to humiliate and cuckold him. Their matches were always in
private. Judy wasn't one of those kind of girls who enjoyed bringing her
friends to watch her beat up and humiliate some guy. So if I passed the
smell test, tonight Judy was planning on adding a witness to her domination
and humiliation of Bob. Unbeknownst to me, I had to be someone who would
ultimately switch places with Bob the next time. I obviously passed that
test as well. I was ready willing and able for the first phase. I was ill
prepared for the next.

As the conversation led by Judy progressed, you could feel the tension. You
could sense the fear and anxiety that Bob felt. You could almost smell the
power and spell she had over him. She was beginning to describe what a turn
on it is for her to beat up and humiliate Bob. They always fought. She
always won. He always worshipped and obeyed her to her heart's content. She
looked at Bob and said it must be so humiliating to you to constantly get
beaten up, dominated, humiliated, and completely subjugated by a girl. Bob
didn't speak. He was beginning to perspire. He ashamedly looked away and
nodded affirmatively.

She looked at me and said "I bet you'd like to watch. Wouldn't you? You'd
love to watch me beat up and humiliate Bob right in front of you. I'll bet
that turns you on doesn't it? I've never beaten him up in front of someone
before. It's always been our little secret. But Bob here shared our secret.
He shared it with you. I didn't share our little secret. I've never told
anyone. Not even my brother. But Bob told you. Just like that. Is he proud
of himself? I'll bet you're really proud of yourself Bob. Aren't you?"

Judy's questions weren't meant to be answered. She was in full lawyer mode
now. She was using her logic and command of debate to paint Bob in a
corner. This was all Bob's fault. What else could she do? Bob didn't stand
a chance. Of course neither did I.

"Why would you do that? Why would you tell your friend about how you like
to beaten up by me? Why would you share OUR little secret? I guess our
little secret is not a secret anymore. Is it? Well, now that our little
secret is out in the open now, what do you suppose we do about it? Bob,
boy, you have certainly earned your next beating. I'll tell you that. It
wasn't supposed to happen for a couple more weeks, but now, now that you
told your friend about our little secret. You remember that secret? You
know the one you couldn't keep. You didn't even consult me. So what do you
think I should do about this? What should I do? I'll bet IB would like to
watch me beat you up. I mean he deserves it right? It's not your fault that
he told you. I mean I'll bet you'd REALLY like to watch me beat him up."

Bob was no longer white. Now he was turning a deep shade of red and began
perspiring more profusely. These large stains were becoming visible in his
armpits. Poor Bob had never considered that by telling me he was ensuring
that he would get beaten up and humiliated in front of me as soon as Judy
met me. But the realization that was now becoming painfully obvious to him.
You could see the fear in his eyes. It was written all over his face.

"And Bob, what about you? I never knew you wanted me to beat you up and
humiliate you in front of one of your friends. I mean why else would you
introduce me to IB here. I mean it's not like you kept our secret a secret
from your friend. No, you shared it and arranged for me to meet him. I'm no
lawyer, wait, yes I am. But any lawyer worth her salt would surely conclude
that you wanted me to beat you up and humiliate you in front of your
friend. What other possible conclusion could one reach?

What about me? Did you ever stop to consider what I might want? No! No, you
didn't even think about me. You didn't consider telling me that you have a
friend like you, who also gets off on female domination, who wants to watch
me beat you up and humiliate you in his presence. But now that that
possibility is starting to materialize, it actually sounds kinda fun to me.

Well, look at what we have here. IB wants to watch me beat you up. You seem
to want me to beat you up in front of your friend. And I kinda like the
idea too. It seems that we're all in agreement. So the question is should
this happen? Should I beat you up and humiliate you in front of your
friend? You are GUILTY of betraying my anonymity. You are GUILTY of
revealing our secret. Our secret is no longer a secret. Guilty boys must be
punished. You are guilty. You must be punished. So I guess that settles
that. We're gonna leave here shortly and I'm going to beat up and humiliate
Bob in front of his friend because he deserves it. Case closed!"

Well that sure escalated quickly! Bob was sitting there with his mouth
hanging open. He was stunned. He had never even imagined this scenario
playing out and in 5 minutes Judy had deftly created the situation where it
had become inevitable. And she made it all Bob's fault. She framed it in
such a way that it appeared to be Bob's idea as well. Bob was too ashamed
and too afraid to even try to object. He was too busy trying to get used to
the realization that this time things were going to be very different.

I too was stunned. I never saw anyone so brilliantly concoct a plan and
convince everyone else that it was their idea. This was a blueprint of how
she is able to decide what she wants and then easily go out and achieve it.
Bob never stood a chance. For the first time I was beginning to get an
inkling that I might not stand a chance either. But, I wasn't thinking
about that. I was salivating over the delicious recipe of female domination
that I was seeing and about to see a whole lot more of.

I gladly followed Judy and Bob to Judy's house. Judy sent us down to the
finished basement and returned a moment later with 2 joints, a bottle of
Jack Daniels, and a new toothbrush and toothpaste. Judy opened the bottle
and took a big gulp. Then she gave it to Bob who promptly took a couple of
shots himself. This would help deaden the pain but not the shame and
humiliation. She gave me a joint for Bob and I to share. She told me when
we were finished to brush my teeth as she was planning on kissing me and as
she put it,  so she didn't puke from my breath. She took the other upstairs
and went to change. I rarely smoke pot so I quickly got very stoned which
only intensified the experience.

I was so stoned that I spaced out while brushing my teeth. A knock on the
door from Judy startled me. We both giggled when we realized how stoned I
was. When I came out, Bob was standing in the corner in his tidy whities
and sporting a noticeable erection. Judy had put her hair in a ponytail and
was wearing a white Terry cloth robe with a Hilton Hotel logo. She peeled
it off and was naked except for a pair of black bikini panties. Her firm
white tits with rock hard nipples were accented by her otherwise tanned
skin. Holy fuck was she beautiful and sexy. Bob looked like a little boy
who knows he is about to get a spanking. It was almost time for the main
event.

Judy walked over to me and asked me to wish her luck as if she needed any.
I laughed and wished her luck and then she wanted a kiss for luck. She
grabbed the back of my head and planted one on me. I have obviously been
kissed before, but never quite like this. A beautiful dominant naked woman
about to beat up and humiliate her boy toy for my viewing pleasure French
kissing me was a very new experience. I did all I could not to come in my
pants before she even started. It was even harder when she rubbed my
throbbing bulge with her boxing glove as she hinted of what was to come.

She finished only the greatest kiss of my life and looked at Bob and said
"I hope you're ready to get beaten up and humiliated in front of your
buddy. I am going to emasculate and strip you of every fiber of whatever is
left of your manhood. I'm going to enjoy it. You're pal looks like he is
going to absolutely love it. And God knows you and your big mouth deserve
it. I'm going to beat the fuck out of you and then fuck the shit out of
your buddy and make you watch!"

She didn't say anything more and she didn't even wait to start. Instead she
walked over to Bob and flicked out her left jab like a lightning strike.
Pow! Direct hit to the nose. Bob belatedly took a defensive posture and
attempted to prevent the inevitable. Judy was undeterred. She planned on
putting on a show. Bob didn't need to act. His reactions were genuine. She
methodically began to beat the shit out of poor Bob.

She took a step back and moved again toward Bob and unleashed a 6 punch
combination. Left right left right left right. All 6 punches were aimed at
his sides and bounced off his flank and elbows. They were so quick. I mean
Judy looked like a professional boxer. Apparently, she trained and took her
fighting very seriously. A moment later a 3 or 4 punch combination hitting
him in the face. Honestly, I couldn't keep track. Anyway, his face
scrunched up upon impact and you could see the fear and desperation in his
eyes. Judy very quickly demonstrated that she planned on beating the shit
out of Bob. And she was going to add an obscene amount of flair. Another
couple of combinations and poor Bob suffered his first knockdown of the
evening. I doubt it took 45 seconds.

"Oh my God! Are you down already? I've barely even touched you. You're such
a fucking pussy. You know the rules. Kiss my pussy and tell me you're
sorry."

As she hovered over him, Bob quickly rose to his knees and began
apologizing as he kissed and worshipped the panty covered pot of gold at
the end of the rainbow. He nodded affirmatively when she asked if you can
smell me. The only thing bigger than my dick at that moment were my eyes!

A moment later she stepped back and told him to get up. She waded into him
and began unleashing more of these multi punch combinations. Judy was very
adept at moving laterally to open up clear punching lanes. Bob had no
answer for her speed and skill. You could hear the moans and groans
escaping from deep inside him. You could also sense his determination not
to cry. He wanted to take his beating like a man. But you could also see it
was futile. Before long his chin began to quiver and the tears forming in
his eyes had to go somewhere. One more brutal combination to his face and
Bob slumped to the floor and began to cry. In less than 2 minutes Judy had
beat him up and made him cry. And I was impressed. I would have been crying
much sooner. Bob just sat on the floor crying as Judy walked over to me and
planted another of those mind blowing kisses. Then she told me to take off
her panties because Bob needed to show some remorse and lick her quivering
quim as she put it. Trust me. She didn't need to ask twice. I dropped to my
knees and I slowly and seductively lowered her back panties revealing her
lovely and musty black bush protecting her precious little clam. What a
glorious sight. I couldn't help myself, I leaned forward and planted a kiss
of my own into the center of her bush just above her cunt. Judy giggled
girlishly and thanked me. She then instructed me to remove my pants and as
she put it, to salute her properly. She then turned her attention to Bob.

"Beg me for mercy and apologize for your shortcomings loser. It's time for
you to get cunted. As Bob laid there begging for mercy and trying to
apologize he was cut off by the drooling cunt of his conqueror. Judy sat
right on his face and ground her womanhood savagely into him. Occasionally,
a glimpse of Bob's face appeared beneath her big black bush but mostly it
was difficult to see any sign of life below her. She was yelling a stream
of obscenities which would make a sailor blush. She thrust her hips
wantonly and soon announced that she was going to cum. And cum she did all
over Bob's face. She slid off his face and returned to her feet. She was
ready to beat him up some more. Bob looked like he had just spent an hour
in a sauna as her pussy juice glistened off his face.

A now totally nude Judy returned to the task of punching Bob's lights out.
A dispirited Bob had no answer for her boxing prowess. He was quietly
crying and groaning from the periodic combinations of punches to his most
vulnerable spots. He was trying to protect himself but having no real luck.
As soon as he figured out where the onslaught was coming from and moving to
defend himself, Judy would dance laterally and attack a new poorly
protected area.

I had boxed and gotten beaten up by a handful of women since my first fight
against Carla, the Aerobics girl. But I had never boxed or for that matter,
even seen a woman boxer like Judy. She was like a highly skilled and
trained fighter. She danced, bobbed, weaved, punched, and looked like a
boxer. Watching Judy systematically dismantle Bob was a thing of beauty.
She loved hitting him with multi punch combinations and then backing off
before attacking again. She was obviously pulling her punches. Otherwise,
she would have knocked him out in like 30 seconds. Watching Judy box was
like watching a well choreographed dance and she was the sexiest and most
naked dancer you ever saw.

Judy had backed Bob into the corner and was intent on flooring him again.
She peppered him with body shots and was literally beating the stuffing out
of him. The punches were wearing him down and forcing him to bend forward
to somewhat insulate his body from the onslaught. This left Judy with an
opening that she was going to exploit. A full power right uppercut to his
chin shut his lights. Bob slid down the wall landing on his butt in the
middle of queer street. Judy lightly kicked him out of the sitting position
onto his back with his head right in the corner. Bob opened his eyes and
began crying again. Judy was standing at his side surveying the damage and
put her left foot on his chest. Bob had an unobstructed view of her
glorious feminine form. She told him to stay there and don't move. Then she
called me over. It was the sexiest vision I have ever seen. A naked
dominant young woman standing with her legs spread obscenely and a foot on
the chest of her hapless victim. The symmetry of the triangle of her long
legs framed by the inverted triangle of her pubic hair was the definition
of pure feminine perfection. Again, I didn't need to be asked twice. I was
there in a heartbeat. She told me to "fuck me! Fuck me standing here and
Bob don't move. Just watch from the loser's lounge." I certainly wasn't
going to object. I aimed my hardened missile toward her burning crater
hidden beneath her dripping wet bush. I rubbed the wet lips for a moment
trying to savor this once in a lifetime dream. Judy wasn't interested in
foreplay. She needed to be fucked. Savagely! She moved my hand away and
grabbed my cock with one hand and my ass with the other and impaled herself
on me. She yelled for me to "fuck me! Fuck me silly. Make me cum you
motherfucker. Cum inside me. Fill me up." She kept screaming obscenities
and a warning that she was about to cum. I did the very best I could and
fucked her like my life depended on it. It was quick and dirty. I fucked
her standing up with Bob laying there with a boner, a bloody nose, and
tears rolling out of the corner of his eyes as his conqueror was being
fucked by his friend. I doubt the whole sordid affair took 60 seconds. I
think I probably came in 45. I'm sorry but I didn't stand a chance.

No problem. Judy had just a little more humiliation in store. She
disengaged and sat her cum stained dripping bush right on his face. She
told him to clean up my mess. She ground her filthy cunt all over his face
and mouth feeding him our creamy discharge. She came again hastening the
evacuation process. She smiled and slid back and told him that she was just
about finished. But first she was going to let Bob catch a little nap. She
pinned his arms with her knees and told Bob that if tried to kick her, he
would regret it. Then she began to methodically slap his face side to side
before making a fist and punching him towards that inevitable knock out.
Bob was crying and pleading for mercy and begging her to stop hurting him.
Judy was unfazed. Each punch was just a little bit harder than the one
before. A vicious right hook silenced Bob. She had completely beat the shit
out of him and knocked him out cold as a grand finale. She got up grabbed
my hand and led me to her bedroom for the celebration fuck of a lifetime.
She rode me to several orgasms before I rolled her onto her back and filled
her with my ecstatic show of appreciation. Bob was standing in the doorway
jacking off. Apparently, he survived. But just barely.

The next time, I wasn't so lucky. I don't think I have the intestinal
fortitude to relive that experience. She was more brutal to me than she was
to Bob. It was too much for me.

Happy holidays all. And remember the stuffing that Judy received when you
prepare to stuff your own Thanksgiving Turkey!