Elaine




Hi everyone out there. My mentor/coach and great friend asked me to write
about a topic I know a lot about- me! I never did this before so I am a little
nervous.

This is MY story about how I developed a love for boxing. My name is Elaine
and I was born 34 years ago in Iowa. I have a tremendous and tight family and
had a great childhood. Track and field was always my passion growing up and I
excelled in it. In High School and later a full ride to IU for my talents. I
ran cross country, threw the javelin and also did the shot put. I sprung up
fast to the 5'10 I am now and needlessness to say was a gangly young lady and
did not begin to really fill out, as they say, until my senior year in
college. Until then, and quite frankly even now, I can eat ANYTHING and never
gain a pound, until recently that is. At 23 years old I was just 125 lbs. and
at my height it was not the best look but I had no choice I was always kinda
muscular but mainly because I was so skinny as I hardly lifted weights
although very strong, surprisingly strong. I was never comfortable with my
muscles either. But again, had no choice.

After graduation I moved here to South Florida for my job at a major software
company. Met my delicious husband, 2 years older and now we have 2 beautiful
children and a very happy life. When I first moved here I kept my love for
running alive but, isn't there always a but, I ran less and less as I wanted
to work hard on my career plus I was pregnant on and off. My husband is and
always has been super supportive of me and anything I wanted to do and vise
versa. We have a lot in common, including running

Twenty four months ago, which I was asked by my mentor to write my little
story, my life has changed in many ways, all good ways. I joined this elite
and way too fancy for me, since I am still Iowa thru and thru, gym, and met my
now mentor. She was the kind of woman I see here and in south Florida quite a
bit. To be straight forward, she was beautiful and a body that was incredible
like she lived in the gym. I admit to staring and being envious and was doing
what everyone else was doing, males and females, staring at this beautiful
lady. Eventually and I did not know why, she approached me and asked me to
(just) watch her boxing class. Boxing for me was as foreign a thought as
flying to the moon. I am NOT a violent person in the least, I have no temper,
I think most people are good and the thought of punching anyone or worse,
being punched was crazy.

Well, I ended up watching her boxing class a few weeks later and came away
with some thoughts. One, this is "interesting", two, I could do this if I
wanted to, three, I bet I was stronger than everyone in the class (all women)
except for Karen (my now mentor) and four, I have no interest in hitting
anyone. Karen and I developed a quick friendship over running, once she
learned my background. Countless times I was part of a training run with a
bunch of people and the only person who could come close to keeping up with me
was in fact Karen. Not better than me, but kept up. Later in our growing
friendship she convinced me to weight train with her so I can go from my stick
skinny to getting a little meat on me. I got very into the weights since I was
seeing gains almost immediately and was receiving nice comments from friends
and co-workers and more importantly my husband loved it. It did improve our
sex life although we always had a good one or so I thought, now just better so
I stuck with it. Within 6 months I was hitting 133 pounds and feeling stronger
than ever but also feeling sexy or I should say sexier than ever before. Due
to always being an athlete and strong to begin with and noticing I could lift
more than 90% of the women and I have to say more than 75% of the guys, in no
time. As I became strong and even more muscular than I have in my entire life
and for the first time NOT being embarrassed by my muscles, plus my husband
LOVED it more and more, I kept at it. Karen would teach me all about lifting
so I would not hurt myself and was so sweet and we had a great time together.

When I reached 144lbs Karen put the pressure on me to join her boxing class. I
remember the moment like it was yesterday. We were at her house having a play
date with the kids when she told me a lot about her not so secret boxing life
and holy smokes I was shocked. The topper of it all was when I went to her
free website and saw things I really never thought existed except in the
movies. I was totally blown away watching her videos and hearing about her
"fighting life". Now I was curious. OK curious may be an understatement at
that point!

Within a few weeks there I was standing in her class and feeling a little
awkward with boxing gloves on. By now I would classify myself as one VERY
strong lady, hitting the low 140's, confident in my strength and athletism but
still could not imagine hitting anyone or being hit. I kind of stayed in the
background as all the other 27 women have been boxing for some time, ranging
from a year to 3 plus years and some were experienced fighters including 3
women who were professional fighters. Yes, intimidating.

Next thing I knew Karen called these two women to the center of the mat as we
all sat and had these two spar with each other. What happened next appalled
me, excited me, hooked me and shocked me. Both were about 5'5 or so,
experienced fighters and they went out it full blast. No headgear, 14 oz
gloves and they fought for real, under the auspices of Karen as she kept the
time and made sure all went well. What happened next sent an electrical charge
through my body like nothing I have ever experienced. The shorter one hit the
bigger one with enough power and grace to knock her out cold. Yes, knocked her
out cold RIGHT THERE. I saw her hit the mat and had NO idea she was
unconscious, I figured she just tripped or something. When the entire class
went OH and OMG as she hit the ground and Karen rushed over to remove her
mouthpiece and the victor being congratulated by everyone, I began to
comprehend. Now, the raw truth was, and this is not easy to write knowing who
I am and where my roots are since we do not talk like this, but, OMG, I felt
my nipples getting hard and my pussy was wet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was more
amazed than anyone. I sat there totally humiliated at what I was feeling and
did not dare get up and kept my gloves in front of my chest. I will tell you
that I have (only) a b cup but rather large nipples and it did not make for a
good scene amongst strangers. Everyone milled around for about 20 minutes as
the girl who was KO'd seemed fine but I stayed put.

When the room was empty, except for the winner and Karen, they both walked
over to me to inquire if I was OK. I am a shy person to begin with but now
having sexual feelings was just too much for me. They both sat down next to me
and we spoke about it or I should say they did the talking and they knew
EXACTLY what was going on. Weird stuff. I did not say much at the time and
went home in time to put my kids asleep and did not mention a word to my
husband but I will tell you he was surprised how aggressive I was in bed that
night and well how can I say this, we made love THREE times that night and I
will mention, I felt stronger than him as I pretty much threw him around the
bed. Very odd stuff was going on but we were both very happy.

I have to mention my great husband who has always been affectionate,
supporting of everything I do, a big help with the kids and just a great guy.
As I have gotten infinitely stronger and as my body has changed DRAMATICALLY,
with extra weight and a lot of extra muscles, he has continued being
supportive. As time goes on he has accepted the fact, and I cannot believe I
am writing this so much telling the world, he has accepted the fact of my
physical superiority. I do not get into any domination per se but I do enjoy
being stronger than he is and enjoy him paying respect, for lack of a better
term, to my new muscles. It's funny, when I was younger and stick skinny I was
embarrassed by my muscles even though they were tiny but defined. Now I am
proud of them and kind of flaunt them at times. But at work I dress very
conservatively (but always stylish) so NOT to show off this new physique.
Anyway, he is wonderful ... for now.

I finally started to box after being in the class and watching others for
several months. I always participated in the workouts and that included all
the ab punching brutal stuff that Karen makes us do and it was clear to me
(and I guess to everyone else) that I was one of the strongest girls in the
class and I even dropped a few of the girls to the mat, by accident I swear,
during these drills. I knew the day was going to happen sooner or later that I
would have to actually box someone and when that day came I was SO nervous. I
am not the kind of person to hurt another human being yet I knew this class
was meant to do exactly that. I had a hard time with it all but I had to do it
or quit and I was really having a lot of fun in the class and was curious
about boxing for real.

Karen arranged me to fight a mid level girl who had 11 fights and has been
training for about 2 years. I liked her too, very nice woman. She was a little
younger, shorter but she could tussle for sure. I saw her in 7 of those 11
fights and she knocked out 3 girls and won all the fights I saw her in. These
were all via local tournaments and the entire class would attend to root on
our cohorts. It was a Thursday night and the whole day that's all I could
think about. I swear I was never so nervous in my life. I arrived at the gym
and I easily could have turned around and left but there was something inside
of me that said do it. As I was getting changed I stared at myself in the
mirror in the bathroom and marveled at my body. I legitimately have a strong
looking and fit body and I knew my body could take a punch since it has and
done so well but I never hit anyone in my life and had no real desire to do
so. Anyway, I get into the class and everyone is sitting around in a circle
except for Karen and this woman, who looked very natural wearing gloves and
all. I felt OK doing the same but when I put the mouthpiece in and was
receiving directions from Karen about the fight I was in a nervous daze and
felt I needed to go relieve myself for the 100th time, lol. . I had a pit in
my stomach and was sweating, you know that nervous sweat. I barely heard a
word Karen said.

We were not in a ring but instead the same room we always train in with a huge
padded mat for sparring sessions like this. When Karen said FIGHT I stood
there with my hands up as this other girl moved forward. I do not remember
exactly what happened at first except I felt the pain and shock of, for the
first time in my life being punched in the face!!!! I backed up in shock and
it did not take long to see and feel the blood dripping from my nose. All I
can tell you is that for the first time in my life I was an angry as I have
ever been and unloaded on this lady in a blur of anger. All I can tell you is
that next thing I know Karen has me wrapped up in her cobra like powerful arms
and is telling me to calm down. I look over and my opponent is lying there
unconscious. She was on her back with her hands by her sides and I could not
believe my eyes and barely remember fighting. My emotions ran from hate to OMG
what did I just do and I began to cry as Karen held me. I kept asking if she
was OK and Karen said, like 20x, relax toughgirl, relax, you just won your
first bout and knocked her out too. It took me a long time to relax and
immediately went to my opponent who was now sitting up and looking drunk. She
looked like she just woke up after drinking all night (like college, ha ha)
and I was really concerned for her. Naturally, she was fine and all the women
were congratulating me and giving me high fives. Still it took me a good half
an hour to come back to myself. Along the way someone took my gloves off and
believe me I had NO IDEA. I stayed around a while so I can be OK to drive
home, still have no idea how long that was, and did not even shower.

When I got home it was late and Steven put the kids to sleep and immediately
knew by the look in my face that something happened, plus I had a little blood
on my sprortsbra. What happened next surprised me more than the fight. As I
was telling him my version of what happened we both were getting seriously
aroused, truth be told him more than me at first. With a quiet house and the
kids asleep he made love to me with a passion that I never experienced. He was
so supportive and so proud of me it was as beautiful a night as I ever had
with him in the bedroom. He wanted to know EVERY single detail especially my
opponent's reaction when she realized she was knocked out by the newbee. After
making love he came into the shower with me and all I can say is he was VERY
supportive and totally filled with compliments and that was when the moment
occurred. The moment Karen told me about but I seriously doubted would ever
happen knowing how "conservative" I am. I took control of my man in ways I did
not think I was capable of. I prefer not to go into detail here but will say
that I was aggressive, in charge, dominant and we both loved it! I talked more
about myself in that shower than I have ever spoken about myself, in a real
bragging way. Before going to sleep I did this whole reenactment of the fight
in front of him and did so totally in the nude, which was not my style as I
was a modest Catholic from Iowa, and had him pleasuring himself in front of me
for the very first time. A surreal moment and then had him please me one more
time before going to bed as HE fell asleep on MY CHEST. Both of us were
smiling in pleasure. I knew my life has changed and changed for the better.

That week Karen insisted on taking me shopping for clothes. She wanted me to
"loosen up" since as I said I am on the conservative side. Karen is like a
model in terms of being incredibly beautiful and her body is seriously
perfect, even at a more mature age she has it all. Anyway, we went into shops
near the beach that I would normally never go near since they were just too
stylish and way too out there in terms of highlighting ones body. Clothes like
those were more for wealthy sexy women I thought and not for a mom of two. .
This is so funny to recall but she chose this one outfit for me that exposed
SO much of my body I was embarrassed to walk out of the dressing room even to
show her. However, when I did, not only did the salesgirl stop and exclaimed
how great I looked but so did the 3 other patrons in the store. Describing it
all I can say is, sexy, really showing off the goods as they say and super
expensive. I felt great wearing it plus Karen paid for it as a gift for my
first knockout. When I wore it to a casual pool party of a friend the jaws
dropped and I NEVER IN MY LIFE received that much attention. And when I say
never in my life I mean that.

I now stand here with three more cold knockouts in my class and a 4-0 with 4
KO's in tournaments!!!!!! I cannot believe I am saying the following but am
doing so bc I promised Karen I would write everything---------- What I really
cannot believe is I am making this public-------------- well here it
goes-------------- I have slept with 4 men in the past 6 months and yes my
husband knows all about it. Yes, 4 men who I BEATUP (OMG), were extremely
handsome too and I dominated the hell out of them and not just with boxing.
Telling Steve was a momentous turn of events and by following Karen's lead he
accepted the news rather well. Yes, we are still very much married and I love
him to death but this was not about love or looking for something else besides
what he could give me, it was about being a strong, dominant, powerful woman
who can use her fists to get whatever she wants!!! It is. No, I never hit
anyone and NEVER WILL hit anyone in the street or anyplace else but a gym,
when they are totally prepared. I still see two of these men periodically and
all 4 are married to people I never met. I am exhaling right now as this was a
HUGE admission in public. When I first told Steve that I slept with another
man he got angry and made sure I told him on one of our "dates" at the beach
so not only would he be in a good mood but, being honest, fully aware that I
am now the alpha in this relationship who is both stronger and a better
fighter. These are things we both know and I do not have to show him or put it
out there to make him feel badly. He is my man and will always be, however,
physically we both know what's what. We spoke about for a long time and Karen
prepared me well for she knew what his questions were going to be. The
bottomline was I made it clear I loved him, that he was and will always be #1
and that he gives me everything I want in and out of the bedroom. So why then,
he asked. The answer is, because I can, because I wanted to and because it
goes along with the new me, a strong dominant woman who can do such things
with men I beatup, it was fun, I will do it again when the time is right and
he has to accept it because I love him. We discussed the issue of me being
stronger and naturally a better fighter and he already knew that but it was
very important for him to verbally acknowledge those facts outside of the
bedroom. He did. I promised not to flaunt it(up until I was asked to write
about my new life) and continue being his love. I know this sounds, well,
strange to many of you just like it would have to me 2 years ago. Sexually,
things have changed of course but all for the better as I am always cognizant
not to make him feel badly as I continue to get stronger and better at boxing.

Last thing I was asked to write about was my first fight VS a guy. Without
mentioning names of course, he was 5'9 and 160 or so and had about 6 month's
of boxing training. Karen arranged the fight and the three of us met two
nights before at a local hotel bar. I came from work and was dressed my usual
conservative self and he was the same with a suit. Nice, intelligent guy 3
years younger and married with a kid. We discussed all the details as Karen
explained it would be a competitive athletic event, as she said, since I had
more experience and he had the guy thing in his favor, the weight and what he
thought was more strength. When we met in the gym to actually fight in front
of our class he was taken aback by my muscular physique or at least that what
was his eyes told me. Karen coached me perfectly as I stayed on the outside
and beat his face pretty good with jabs in round one as he landed some body
shots. I saw I was the better fighter and I think he did too by the end of the
first round. In round 2 he looked a little tired plus all those jabs took its
toll and had his eyes swollen and his head spinning. I pretty much picked up
the pace and added some body shots and he dropped twice in round two. Before
round three him and Karen spent some talking and they agreed not to continue.
The poor guy looked like he was put through the ringer and had to explain to
his wife that he got his ass kicked in class and I am sure never mentioned it
by a woman. I was elated by the ease I "manhandled" him. Truly was a major
empowering thing that happened in my life and telling Steve all about the
fight was exhilarating as we both got seriously turned on. I did not even tell
Steve the guys name!

I had to rush home ASAP to be with Steve and never showered, lol. Thankfully
the kids were sleeping again since it was close to 10PM. All I will say here
is that it was an awesome amazing sexual experience and I felt like a world
beater.

Let me reiterate, I love my husband and my children and will never hurt him
and never want to box with him, on any level at all even though Karen and
others want me too. He knows the score here and that's good enough for me.

OK, now I said it all! Let life continue on. Thank you.