Rich Guy Knock Out 
by Ibfeysaat


(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

He wanted it, so I gave it to him. A bloody, one sided beatdown. He really
wasn't ready for it. But, it did him good. By the way, it did me great! In
fact, I had such a lovely time, I think we might just have to do it again!

My name Rachel Silver. I am 5 feet 10 inches of sexy solid woman. Blonde
hair, blue eyes, a wide smile, and legs that go to the ceiling! I get lots
of looks. Men tend to do exactly what I want them to. If they don't, they
know they can and will be replaced. I'm a model and my body is my temple.

2 weeks ago, I was working out with my personal trainer. This particular
day we were working on boxing. After finishing my work on the speed bag, we
marched into the boxing ring to do some spirited sparring. I was gloved up
and following instructions to the letter. Double left hooks danced away and
right left right. Pivot sideways and concentrate. Jab, jab, jab. Double
left hook to the body. Step back. Left hook right cross. Sweet!

I was on my game. My punches were gaining power. Perspiration was flying
off of me. I was winded but giving it everything I had. It seemed like I
was getting good at this. At 23 years old, I was just beginning to
understand my powers. And today, I had an audience.

His name is Damon. And everyone knows Damon. Damon has a reputation. He is
one of those rich guys who has a good rep as a generous and classy fellow.
Some of the women I know have been out with him. The reports are favorable.
Today, Damon was scoping out yours truly.

After I concluded, Damon was at the ready with a fresh towel and bottle of
water. He introduced himself and queried as to my boxing prowess. He liked
it. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize this guy was interested in
my boxing skills and me too!

This was a classy little club. Some went to be seen. Some went to look. I
like the first rate accommodations and the excellent staff. But today, I
was glad that one of those lookers was here. It led to a really fun
beatdown.

Damon was asking me all about my boxing. It was evident that he was turned
on by it. Didn't take too long before we were discussing the possible
outcomes of a match between us. I'm 5 foot 10 and 142 rock solid pounds. I
have very long legs and arms. Damon is about 5 foot 8 and 165-170 pounds.
He is 42 years old. He is divorced and an exceptional trader. He is a
multimillionaire! Tonight, he was the loser!

Damon frankly was interested in trying to box against me. He found it oddly
erotic. There was just something really sexy about a beautiful woman
beating up a man. He didn't expect the level of hell and pain that I was
interested in handing out. He expected to lose, but he thought it would be
fairly close. He really admitted how excited he was several times
throughout his rambling speech. Finally, I told him that I would box him,
but that I was going to pound him. He seemed kinda shocked by my
confidence.

"It appears to me that the thought of getting beaten up and humiliated by a
woman turns you on. You have mentioned inklings of that several times. Lots
of weak men enjoy getting beaten up and humiliated by members of the fairer
sex. Is that what you deserve? Is that what you desire? It occurs to me
that you are wearing a boner as we discuss the possibility of me beating
you up. So, if you want me to beat you up and humiliate you, you're going
to have ask me nicely. Is that what you want?

Damon was visibly nervous by my confidence and understanding of what he
needed. On the one hand, he wants to get beaten up and humiliated by a
girl. On the other hand, he is terrified of getting beaten up and
humiliated by a girl. He looked down at his feet and quietly uttered "yes."
I reminded him that he had to ask me nicely. He waited a moment and then
looked up at me and asked me very nicely to beat him up and humiliate him.
This was going to be delicious!

We agreed to have a little match at the club after closing. Damon paid off
the manager, I have no idea how much, and he picked me up at 10. We arrived
a few minutes later and retreated to our dressing rooms to prepare for the
bout. I chose a blue 2 piece bikini with tennis shoes. Damon emerged
wearing a pair of black boxing trunks.

We warmed up for a few moments before he got the starter started. 3 minute
rounds. One minute of break between rounds. 5 rounds maximum. He put in his
mouth guard and came out to get beaten up and humiliated by a 23 year old
woman.  As soon as he got somewhat close, I started punching. Jab, jab,
jab, jab, jab. He blocked 2 or 3 of them. But even those punches forced his
gloves into his face. I stepped sideways to my left and fired a left hook
which he blocked, but the right cross follow up landed cleanly. And judging
by his facial expression, it hurt him.

I swiveled away and danced over to my right and landed a three punch
combination to his body. Left right left. And as he tried to fire a punch
of his own, I sashayed away and he missed me completely. Swivel left and
fire again. Right, right, left, right, left. All 5 punches landed cleanly
in his body. He was starting to oof upon impact. He also was looking very
much afraid.

Apparently, my speed and talent was at a level that Damon was not prepared
for. He was in full steam protection mode. His guard was too high trying to
protect his dome. Wanna know what I did. I mashed his body with left and
right hooks. Fake a jab and then unload on his guts and ribs. Oof oof oof.
It worked and he brought his arms down and his elbows inward. A double left
hook smashed into his arm. But the right cross landed. And that punch
brought on a little bloody nose. Another double left hook to the body and
Damon was helpless against my onslaught. 2 more ripping hooks into his body
and then step back and forward a rocketing right uppercut. Pow!!!
Absolutely perfect punch and he was going down. I'm pretty sure that was
the hardest punch he had ever taken. A moment later, he collapsed as if he
had been shot. As he was just sitting there, he gingerly felt about his
chin.

"Wow! You really got me with that one."

"Get up loser. I want to give you some more. You're not quick enough. I'm
going to really pound you now."

I retreated to a neutral corner and waited for him to get up. He got up and
had his hands really high to try and protect his face. So I went right
after his torso. Left left right left right. Ugh ugh uoof ugh ugh. He was
really getting a first class beating. His groans seemed more and more
desperate. And we were only about two thirds of the way through round
number one!

I was pounding the shit out of his ribs. He was even getting red from the
consistency of my punches. Naturally, this got him backing up and lowering
his arms to try and protect those tender ribs. Pivot left and fire a left
hook and then a right cross. Boom boom. Both thudded against his face as he
closed his eyes and grimaced. The right cross really hurt him. More blood
was visible in his mouth too! This was fun.

Damon almost ran away. A couple of punches and he's halfway across the
ring. Well, it's a small ring. I was surely going to catch him. I plodded
forward cutting off his retreat. Left hook, left hook, right hook, left
jab, right uppercut. All 5 punches escaped his feeble attempts to block
them and clanged off his face. The uppercut flooded him a second time. He
sat there groaning and NOT getting up. This was not going to be tolerated.

As I began to bark at him to get up, the bell rang. Damon just sat there
rubbing his face with this sickly look etched in his eyes. He looked like a
man who realized that he bit off more than he could chew. That sickening
feeling that you are getting beaten up and there is nothing you can do to
stop it. He wasn't looking at me. I had some words for our villain.

"Is this what you wanted? I'm having fun. It's not every day that a man
comes up to you and asks if you would like to beat him up. Well yeah! Are
you having fun? You better enjoy your minute to rest cause I'm going to
beat the absolute shit out of you next round. And after I knock you out,
I'm going to punish you too. I think you might need a spanking. Ya, I'm
gonna make you my bitch! Ready Damon?"

Damon slowly pulled himself up and got back to his corner right before the
round began. He didn't look so good. He had a bloody nose and mouth. He
looked like a man who was stupid enough to think that I'm just a pretty
girl. He was tenting the front of his boxers though. I guess maybe he was
liking this. I was.

Round 2 started and so did I. With purpose I strode towards him and flicked
out 3 left jabs followed up with a right hook to the side of his face. He
groaned upon impact of the hook. His arms went up and my target went down.
Left right left right left right all busted his guts. Down came his arms
and up went my target. Right jab, left hook, right cross, left uppercut!
Boom boom boom, BOOM! Down goes Damon again.

"Get up you pussy! I'm going to fucking knock you out!" Damon looked like
he was getting ready to cry. He was getting beaten up far worse than I
think he expected. But he was still tenting his boxers. He slowly got to
his feet conspicuously quiet. He almost defeatestly put his arms up and
waited for the inevitable. And boy did I give it to him. For the next 45
seconds I just beat the shit out of him. Several times he tried to go down
but I caught him and pulled him back up before pounding him some more. He
was openly crying and pleading with me to just end it. A double left hook
to the body, pause, a left hook to the side of the face and then he was
falling toward me and I was stepping into a right cross which crushed his
nose. He fell bloody and unconscious. Right at my feet. He tottered over
onto his left side and fell silently to sleep. I had never knocked anyone
out before and it was erotic as hell. It was perfectly quiet and he looked
so peaceful. I ran out of the ring and got a few towels and when I
returned, Damon was starting to stir. I gently dabbed his bloody face with
a wet towel and gently cleaned him up. After a light cleaning I kicked him
over and put my bare foot in his face. I made him lick and kiss my feet.
After a couple of moments I got down and removed his boxers. He had cum in
his panties as I was beating him up. That made me even wetter. It was time
to facesit my beaten new bitch. I don't care how much it hurts his busted
nose, he is gonna suck my cunt until I am satisfied. I straddled his head
with my long legs and removed my bikini bottoms and sat on his face
grinding my hairy cunt to her heart's content. Of course afterwards I stood
over him and gave him a foot job and he came all over himself again. I
kicked him in the balls right as he came. He started crying again which
earned him that spanking I had promised him. I used my shoe to tan his
hide. After he was turning purple he groaned and shot his third load of the
evening all over my legs. He needed to clean that up and suck my cunt some
more. Turns out that I'm an evil bitch. Guess what! I had to drive him
home.