She Knew 
by Ibfeysaat

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She knew what I was thinking. She knew my deepest and darkest fantasies.
She knew of my fear and excitement. She knew that I never told anyone about
what I got turned on by. She knew that it was a very private and touchy
subject. She knew that she had me cold. And she luxuriated in describing it
to me. My pulse was racing. Oh God, she knew.

"Let's be honest about this. You secretly want to get beaten up by a girl.
It excites you. It's a turn on. I mean it's kinda dirty. A grown man
getting beaten up by a teenage girl. Helpless and groveling. That's what
you want. Let's be honest about this. You have a boner right now. You can't
even help yourself. The thought of getting beaten up by a girl gives you a
throbbing boner. You're trying to hide it. But it seems not too small and I
can see it. I mean a grown man getting bested by a teenage girl. It's like
you want this to happen but you are terrified and also don't want this to
happen. Let's be honest about this. You and I both know, it's gonna happen.
A man beaten up by a woman. A grown up man beaten up by a slight little
teenage girl. It's a reversal of roles isn't it? I will tell you one thing
though, it's really fun for the female of the species. Let's be honest
about this. It's a turn on for the girl too. If I had a dick, I'd have a
boner too. But I don't. I have something else and she is getting damp. Are
you ready to get beaten up by a girl?"

My name is Don. I am a middle aged slightly portly man. Most of my life I
have been titillated by the thought of a woman beating up a man. I guess I
have a sado/masochistic disorder. The thought of getting beaten up by a
girl just turned me on. So when a local gym started offering beginning
boxing lessons, I was in. Coed. Maybe, just maybe, I could meet a woman to
share my fantasy with.

The first class there was a handful of guys and a single middle aged woman.
The teacher started with the basics before we spread out and began throwing
punches. We were air punching and the teacher was urging us on and fixing
imperfections. About halfway through the class, a pretty young lady came
out and aided the teacher. It turns out that she was his teenage daughter.

After the class she came up to me and mentioned that I seemed to like
watching her perform. I did. We got to talking and I admitted that I found
it kinda sexy to see a woman doing athletic things. She admitted that she
hears that a lot. Her name is Petra. Petra Muller. She is by East German
parents.

She talked about boxing and learning from her father. She had been
practicing since childhood. She is so cute and teensy. But, she seemed like
she grasped the concepts of boxing pretty well. Petra was confident and
pleasant. We had an enjoyable conversation and frankly, I was really
looking forward to the next class.

A week later she came by with only 5 or 10 minutes before class ended. When
she showed up, we were doing a punching routine. Left, right, roll, step
left, and follow up with a right uppercut. That sort of thing. Over and
over. It was almost like doing Aerobics. She was so sexy in her leotards as
she boxed perfectly. I couldn't take my eyes off her. After class she
smiled and came to talk to me again. Actually, I had to adjust myself as I
had developed a chubby. I think I did it casually.

We began talking about boxing and even coed boxing. I was excited and
interested in hearing her talk about mixed boxing. She was being kind of
vague talking about the pluses and minuses of boxing men. She asked me if I
ever boxed a woman and I admitted that I hadn't but was kinda interested in
seeing how I might do. Petra told me to be careful or else some girl might
give me a beating. She laughed assuredly as she said it. I asked her if she
ever boxed a man and she admitted that she had only boxed boys. But she
always won. I had to adjust myself again and turned sideways to reposition
Mr Happy. It felt like she was leading me on slowly and inexorably towards
a confrontation with her. You know, for fun.

At some point, I took the bait. What do you think would happen if you and
me were to box, I asked. She smiled that disarming smile, and said that I
was bigger but she was better. She figured that she would probably win. I
told her that I didn't know about that. Granted, she is more talented. But
I am much larger and probably stronger. We joked about the subject with her
making snide remarks about how she couldn't lose to a lowly man and that
sort of thing. It was light hearted but it seems like we were slowly
building up to the point where a match would become inevitable. Finally,
she asked me if I wanted her to beat me at boxing. I danced around the
subject for a while. But she was becoming more dominant and kind of goading
me into a match. She was being so sweet and cute and I can't really put my
finger on it. Aah yes, she is acting so girlish. She mentioned that we
could box in front of the class where everyone would see my shame or we
could box in the ring after closing. At least my loss wouldn't be broadcast
to everyone. I took her up on it and we set the match for 11:00 Thursday. I
had no idea what kind of hornet's nest I had disturbed. But Petra was
certainly going to show me a thing or two.

I must admit that I was turned on as I pulled into the closed boxing
center. But I was confident that I kept that secret to myself. But she
knew. Petra just knew my dirty little secret. And she was getting prepared
to delve into the deepest crevices of my feeble little mind. When I
arrived, she began to talk.

"My father told me that I would meet weak submissive men like you at his
beginner's class. It seems like there are always one or two of you. The
kind of men who get turned on by the thought of getting beaten up by a
girl. As if you thought you might win. You kind of dance around the subject
without coming right out and asking for it. Part of you is excited. The
other part is afraid. I mean it's going to hurt. Isn't it? You masturbate
to the image in your most private fantasy. You don't dare speak out loud
about your masochistic fantasy. But I know. And you know that I know. Now
let's just see what happens."

My mood quickly darkened. Gone was the cute perky little girl. She had been
replaced by a woman who was intimately aware of my most secret fantasies. I
was the mark! Yes, my cock was standing straight up. But my psyche was
crushed. She knew and now she was going to show me. She was going to teach
me a lesson in the domination of the male in the species. This wasn't going
to be a fun little experience. This was going to be a fight. A beating. And
I was the one who came to get beaten up. My pulse quickened. I tried to say
something but stuttered unintelligibly. I was terrified. On the one hand, I
secretly desired to get beaten up by a girl. On the other, I was facing it.
With nowhere to hide. I was perspiring and we hadn't even begun yet. In
fact, I was so nervous my breath was ragged.

Petra didn't look like she looked in class. Gone were the blue or green
leotards. Replaced by a pair of black boxing shorts, a sexy black sports
bra, and a black headband. She had put her hair in a ponytail and was
wearing dark, heavily made up eye shadow. Her lashes were long and black.
She was small, like a gymnast, but muscular. She was sporting a 3 or 4 day
growth under her arms, like a black army crew  cut. And she wasn't smiling.
Petra looked like a miniature executioner.

She put on her gloves and mouthpiece and began shadow boxing. I put in my
mouthpiece and struggled getting my own gloves on before doing a little
shadow boxing of my own. I was terrified. For a moment I considered
canceling the fight out of pure fear and dread. But I couldn't find the
right words. Also, I had never been in a fight, so I was unprepared for the
level of pain and suffering that she was planning on inflicting.

Petra set up the timer for 3 minutes. She was smiling now. She looked over
from her corner and said that she hopes we can still be friends after she
kicks my ass. A moment later I heard a bell ding and she came out of her
corner to meet and beat me. She danced gracefully over towards me and
before I realized it, she left jabbed me in the face twice. Quickly, I
brought my guard up and she shuffled to her side and threw a 3 punch
combination right into my unprotected body. It felt like 3 little pin
pricks. I tried to throw a punch, but Petra swatted away my attempt and
socked me in the face for my trouble.

I stepped back away and she danced right after me. Right left right to the
body. I turned and lowered my arms and she creamed me with a left jab
followed by a right hook which landed on my cheek. It snapped my head
around. I quickly realized that my arms were too low and raised them as I
tried to peddle away. Another left right left to the body. I was beginning
to hurt all over. I just groaned upon impact. Oof, oof, oof. She turned to
her side and came right back with a right left right combo to my aching
guts. She was knocking the wind out of me and I was getting very nervous. I
nervously lowered my guard to give my aching belly some protection. And
Petra glided sideways before unleashing a left hook which flattened the
side of my face and moved my head sideways right into the oncoming path of
the big right uppercut. She smashed my lips together and I stumbled
backwards almost going down. Oh God did that hurt. My pulse was racing and
my psyche was crushed. She may have been small but she punched like a
ringer.

I fell back into the ropes behind me and Petra laced into me. A double left
hook to the body, and a right left right follow up all landed on my body.
It felt like she was beating up my organs. I grimaced and slid along the
rope to get some relief. Unfortunately, I lowered my defense again, but not
quick enough. Petra danced ahead of me and fired a straight right into my
solar plexus. That knocked the starch out of me and I grabbed my tummy and
bent over. Petra could see what I was going to do before I did it and she
was a full step ahead. My sinking face was bisected by her rising left
uppercut which dazed me. A right cross to the temple followed up and
knocked me down. It was a perfect punch and my lights went out for a split
second.

"Get up pussy boy. I'm gonna kick the shit out of you. Get up and take your
humiliating beating."

I gingerly arose and Petra was waiting. She almost ran over to me and fired
a vicious right hook into my belly. I bent over grabbing my tummy and she
had already started her left hook follow up and it mashed my face. As I was
falling to my right she came from her shoes with a right uppercut. If it
was Rockem Sockem Robots, she would have knocked my block off. Instead I
just sailed backwards and slid down the ropes until I was sitting there.
Stunned and hurting. Tears began forming in my eyes and I just sat there
sniffling softly. Petra was bemused.

In her little girly voice she humiliated me. "Are you going to cry? Awww,
did the poor widdle baby just get beaten up by a girl? You want something
to cry about, get up pussy. I'll give you something to cry about."

I was ashamed of myself and afraid of her. I didn't want to get up because
I knew she was going to hurt me. But I didn't know what else to do. So I
got up and waited for my inevitable beating to continue. She didn't
disappoint. Lefts and rights like pistons chugging rattled off my sides and
arms. Occasionally, she would hit me in the face. I was trapped in the
corner and she was beating the shit out of me. Soon I was begging for mercy
and crying like a little boy. But she just leaned into me keeping me
upright. A combination to my head made me lightheaded. A moment later she
came with a left uppercut and a right cross which knocked me the fuck out.
Cold!

The fight lasted 57 seconds! And she knocked me out cold. When I awoke, I
realized that she had stripped me naked. My cock was nuzzling against my
tummy. Her bare foot was lightly rubbing my face. As my eyes regained
focus, I realized that she had taken her top off. She was rubbing her cute
upturned little titties. Petra had removed her shorts also. She was naked
except for a cute little pair of black bikini panties. Petra told me to
kiss her toes and lick her feet. Her smelly feet didn't taste very good but
I worshipped her like I was on autopilot. It was so humiliating. But it was
also a turn on. This smug little teenager had just beaten me up and made me
kiss and lick her feet. And to add insult to injury, she was laughing.

"Is this what you wanted? You're kissing my toes like you like it. It's so
fun humiliating you like this. You better do better than that if you don't
want me to beat you up again. Lick my toes clean loser. If you wanna kiss
my pussy, you are going to have to do better than this."

But Petra was cooking. She couldn't wait for her to make me lick her pussy.
Soon she slipped her foot out of my mouth and stood over me spread eagle.
Looking down at me she grasped the sides of her panties and slipped them
down and off. I couldn't even see her pussy as her thick black bush covered
her whole lower abdomen. She even had a tail of hair leading to her belly
button. I opened my mouth in shock and she just spread her legs and lowered
her hairy sweaty pussy towards my face. My field of vision was removed and
then I tasted her musky young pussy. She was grinding me to a spine
tingling orgasm but I didn't care. I was home. She knew!