Betty Learns to Box
by M.C.
To help her get back into shape, a tough female CEO takes up the womanly art boxing.


The large, obese woman stood outside the entrance to the health club and
looked at the reflection staring back at her from the glass door. As she did
so, she recalled the ancient Chinese proverb,'the journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step'. "I've been letting this body of mine go for way
too long," she said to herself,"it should never have come to this. It's time
to turn things around." She opened the door and went inside.

"Hello, my name is Candy Wilson," the woman at the reception desk said with a
smile. "I'm the owner and head personal trainer of this health club. How may I
help you?"

"I'm Betty Summers, and I believe we spoke over the phone yesterday."

"Yes Ms. Summers, we did. You're looking for a personal trainer aren't you?"

"That's correct Ms. Wilson."

"And what exactly would you like me to do for you?"

"Well, for the past twelve years I've been working my way up the corporate
ladder and, as I'm sure you can clearly see, I've been neglecting my body...in
a very *BIG* way. I'd like to try and get myself back into shape while I'm
still...well...*available*, if you know what I mean (wink). So I thought I'd
join your health club and take off a few of these excess pounds; quite a few
in fact."

"I see, and why this particular health club?"

"Well, first of all because you have the reputation as being the best health
club in the city - I've done my research. And second, because you're open 24
hours a day. Being a CEO of a large corporation, my work schedule can get very
hectic at times. Here, I can show up whenever I have the time; even if it's in
the middle of the night. And, as I said, I've got quite a bit of shaping up to
do."

Candy gazed up at the large woman standing before her. She was certainly right
about her having a lot of shaping up to do. Betty stood five-feet ten inches
tall and probably weighed over 260 pounds. In her youth she had been an
excellent athlete in both high school and college. Because of her size,
surprising speed and skills on the basketball court, Betty earned a
scholarship to play at UCLA. where she stared as the team's power forward for
four years. Although her competitive athletic career ended when she received
her undergraduate degree in business administration, Betty did manage to stay
in reasonably good shape while working towards her master's degree. But
shortly after that things began to go downhill.

Hired to be an executive in large corporation right after recieving her MBA,
Betty found the twelve to fourteen hour workdays left her little time for
either socialising or exercise. After ten very intensive years, the hard
driving woman reached the top of the corporate ladder when the company
stockholders voted her to be it's first female Chief Executive Officer - at
the ripe old age of 33!

Although her first two years as head of the firm had been very successful from
a financial standpoint, Betty found that she had absolutely no free time for
any outside activities like physical fitness. In addition to that, her
terrible eating habits - snacking on junk food all the time - left the now 35
year-old woman hugely overweight and woefully out of shape; not to mention
lonely for a male companion which she very much desired. But at 265 pounds,
the highly successful businesswoman couldn't see herself attracting anyone.
Her only hope at this point, therefore, was to make the time and begin to work
off her fat.

"Well Ms. Summers," Candy said at length,"I can't promise you it'll be easy.
But if you're really determined to get back into shape, then I'm your girl."

"Great Candy! When can we begin?"

"Like I always say Ms. Summers, when it comes to getting in shape, there's no
time like the present."

"Wonderful, and you can call me Betty." The two women shook hands. Candy
immediately took care of Betty's membership in the health club, gave her a gym
locker and went over the club rules; then they got down to business. Candy
explained the importance of a proper, well-balanced diet and outlined a
beginners program of exercises and weight training for her newest pupil.
"We'll start you off moderately Betty, then gradually work ourselves up from
there."

But Betty, like everything else she's ever done in her life, never does things
moderately. The large brunette is one of those people that always pushes
herself to the limit. She's always been at the top of her class in school, an
extremely competitive athlete (did I mention Betty became a black belt in
karate by the time she was fifteen?), and the hardest working executive in her
firm. Within a week, the intensive woman far exceed the program Candy had put
her on. With no family to speak of and very few friends, Betty could devote
just about every minute of whatever free she had time to the goal of getting
herself fit. In fact, she found her workouts - which grew more and more
intense with each passing week - a welcome escape from the pressures of
running her large corporation.

THREE MONTHS LATER

"Betty, the progress you're making is absolutely astounding!" Candy exclaimed,
"I've never met anyone who can focus themselves on achieveing a goal the way
you can. It's no wonder why you've been such a success in everything you've
set out to do in your life. You've lost thirty-five pounds in the twelve weeks
we've been working together, your strength is amazing and I'm very impressed
with your stamina."

"Thanks for the compliments Candy," Betty smiled,"and for your expert
assistance and encouragement. But I wanted to talk to you about the stamina
thing. Running on the treadmill for an hour a day is just plain boring (Betty
began with just a brisk walk for ten minutes). Isn't there something else I
can do that's more interesting and would have the same aerobic effect?"

"You mean like aerobic exercises or dancing?"

"Yes, but maybe something even a little bit more...aggressive."

"Hmmm...let me think about that for a minute." While she was pondering this,
Candy glanced across the health club and saw something that forced her to
break out into a wide grin. "Betty, I think I might have just the thing for
you." She nodded in the direction of the room on the other side of the gym and
Betty followed her gaze.

"Boxing? You want me to take up boxing Candy?"

"Perhaps not competitively Betty. But if you want a good areobic exercise
that's more *aggressive* than dancing, boxing might be just what you're
looking for. It's a bit tricky at first until you get the footwork right and
the punching techniques down. But once you do, you'll find it's excellent for
your coordination, cardiovascular system and (Cathy added with a wink) a
wonderful way to pound out all of the pent-up frustrations that you no doubt
build up inside of you during the day."

In all likelyhood it was that last part that finally convinced Betty to give
boxing a try. "All right Candy, I'll give it shot. After all, what have I got
to lose?"

Over the course of the next several days, Candy worked with Betty on the basic
techniques of boxing - how to dance on the balls of your feet, how to throw a
punch, how to hit the punching bags (the little one for speed and
coordination, the big one for strength). How to throw jabs, hooks,
combinations, and uppercuts. Candy also taught Betty how to block, weave and
counter punch as well as ring strategy. After their lessons Betty would then
practice punching the bags; sometimes for several hours at a time. As she did
so, the large woman discovered something surprising about herself - she loved
it, she actually loved it.

Betty loved to slam her fists into the big bag with all of her strength and
hear the resonating 'THUD' when she did so. She loved to dance around on her
feet and pound away at imaginary opponents - beating them to a pulp in her
mind. It was fun, cathartic, great exercise and gave her a feeling of power.
She continued to lift weights too, and was very proud of herself when she
bench pressed 300 pounds for ten repetitions; and squatted with 500. But it
was the boxing that really thrilled her - and after a few weeks she began to
wonder,"bags don't hit back, how would I fare against a *real* opponent?"

"So you'd like to try sparring with somebody?" Candy smiled when Betty
broached the question to her the next day," I knew you'd be asking me about
that sooner or later."

"Yes," she answered eagerly,"I'd love to see how my boxing skills would match
up against a real person. It appears that the competitive athletic drive I had
when I was in college has returned."

"Well let's see. I can start you off with some of the women in the boxing the
club I teach on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. They're quite a bit smaller
that you are but let's see how you do against them." Although Betty had lost
some 50 pounds in the nearly four months since joining the health club, she
still tipped the scales at a heafty 215; and, due to her intensive weight
lifting, she was also quite muscular and very strong. That, plus her five-foot
ten inch frame, made the large and now quite attractive long-haired brunette
an imposing sight. "Great Candy. I'll be there and give it a try."

But her excitement soon turned to disappointment. Even though Betty was new at
boxing, she far outclassed the other women in the club - most of whom were
taking it for fun and exercise; not to prove something to themselves. They
were also intimidated by her size. "I'm sorry Betty," Candy said after her
second week with the club,"but it seems that you need a much stiffer challenge
than these girls can provide for you. You're simply too good for your own
good."

"So what do you suggest?"

Candy looked at Betty and thought for a minute. After less than five months of
the most intensive workouts she had ever seen anyone do - male or female -
this amazing woman had transformed herself from an obese, out-of-shape, 265
pounder; into a muscular, well conditioned Amazon. The five-foot ten inch, 215
pound woman would probably cream any female Candy could find brave enough to
step into the ring with her. The only solution, therefore, was obvious - she
would have to find a man for Betty to box. But despite her size and strength,
did Betty have the ability to face a decent male boxer in the ring? Candy was
as eager to find that out as Betty was.

As fate would have it, they didn't have to wait too long to find a suitable
opponent against whom Betty could test her new-found skills. For as the two
women stood outside the boxing ring and discussed Betty's situation, who
should walk by but Larry Nelson - the club's two-time open boxing champion.
"Larry," Candy said as she and Betty walked over to him," I was wondering if
you wouldn't mind sparring a few rounds with one of the 'girls' from my boxing
club for a warm-up. As you can see, she's rather large and the other women are
intimidated by her size."

The 36 year-old advertising executive looked the big, strong, attractive
brunette over and over... and over (Betty was under no illusions as to what he
was looking at, and it wasn't her potential boxing abilities). Finally he said
with a smirk,"sure, I'll go a few of rounds with you - but don't expect me to
take it easy on you just because you're a woman. Anyone who steps into the
ring with me gets the full treatment; understand? (Betty smiled and nodded her
head). O.K. then. I'll go change my clothes, put on my boxing gear and we can
go at it (wink)."

Betty watched Larry as he swaggered off to the men's locker room, then turned
to Candy and said,"he's a good looking guy, but what an attitude. I think he
needs to be taught a good lesson. It'll be a shame to have to smash up that
handsome face of his though."

Candy looked at her star pupil with a mixture of both surprise and concern.
"Betty, Larry has won the open boxing championship of my club for the past two
years. In fact, since he started working out here I've never seen him beaten.
And although he is an arrogant bastard and a chauvanist, he also happens to be
a very good amature boxer. You've been boxing for less than two months Betty,
and you've never faced anyone in the ring except for the women in my club;
none of whom offered you any kind of challenge. Granted, you're one hell of an
athlete and a damn hard worker - the hardest worker I've ever seen as a matter
of fact. But what makes you think you can take on a good, experienced boxer
like Larry in a real match?"

"Because I relish the challenge Candy; I thrive on it, always have. It's what
motivates me. All my life I've faced challenges, and I've always emerged
victorious. I'll never forget the day I fought the defending city karate
champion in the 18 and under division. He was 18 and supposedly unbeatable.
Well, I kicked his ass but good...and I was only 16 at the time. I can tell
when my opponent is beaten; I can see it in their eyes. I've seen it in the
karate dojo, on the basketball court and in the boardroom. It's the look that
says 'you've beaten me Betty, I can't stand against you'. I just can't
describe to you what a great thrill it is for me when that happens Candy. When
I see an arrogant, tough, self important macho man literally crumbling at my
feet...and I have a strong feeling I'll be seeing it in Larry's eyes tonight."

Candy sighed. "O.K. Betty, do what you feel you have to. But do be
careful...and remember everything I taught you."

Betty lifted her 215 pounds up into the ring and began to shadow box while she
waited for Larry to return. She looked down at her mentor and smiled,"don't
worry Candy, I'll remember everything you taught me. I'm really looking
forward to this." A few minutes later her six-foot two inch, 190 pound
muscular opponent emerged from the men's locker room and made his way over to
the boxing ring.

Larry climbed inside and stood face-to-face with the large woman. Even though
she outweighed him by twenty-five pounds - and was extremely well built -
Larry didn't appear to be too concerned. He was, after all, the two-time
boxing champion of the health club. Larry was taller, probably faster and
certainly much more experienced than she was. But most important of all, he
was a man. "I'll humor her for awhile," he smugly thought to himself. "Then,
when she's had enough, I'll make my move."

Betty didn't have to be a mind reader to know what Larry was thinking at this
point; his body language said it all. "You men really are all alike," she
thought to herself. "You see a female and right away you think you're the
superior one. How many times have I sat across from some smug, arrogant man in
a company boardroom at the start of a negotiation only to see him broken down
by the time I was through with him; his position in ruins, his ego shattered.
You're no different. You see yourself being confronted by a woman and right
away you think you have the advantage. Well tough guy, you're about to recieve
the shock of your life...and I'm really going to enjoy giving it to you."

That's what Betty thought to herself. But what she said out loud was (in her
cutiest, little girlie voice),"O.K. Mr. Nelson, I'm ready whenever you
are...and I hope I can give you a decent workout; tee, hee, hee." He smiled
smugly at her. They both put up their boxing gloves and prepared to spar.

Remembering what Candy told her, the large, muscular brunette began to dance
up and down on the balls of her feet; her long, beautiful hair bouncing up and
down behind her. As Larry confidently closed in, Betty suddenly lashed out and
hit him with a left jab to the nose which she quickly followed with a solid
right cross to his jaw. The suprising speed and force of her blows snapped his
head back. Angry, Larry threw a wild right hook which the big woman deftly
blocked by putting up her left arm. She used the opening he created to land
another right cross to his jaw; then a fast left-right combination to his
face. "Oh Larry," she teased,"you're making this too easy for me; tee, hee,
hee." Betty then backed off and began to dance up and down again. She looked
over at Candy and winked.

Furious at having been bested in their first exchange, Larry moved forward and
began throwing jabs of his own. The boxing area of the health club resonated
with the 'thump, thump, thump' sound of gloves banging into each other. But
try as he might, all of Larry's jabs were stopped short of their destination
as they smacked against Betty's boxing gloves; 'thump, thump, thump'. Then a
few punches did manage to get through...only they were Betty's.

Taking advantage of a momentary lapse in Larry's concentration (due, no doubt,
to his frustration at his inability to hit her) the large woman slammed a
solid right hook to the side of his face. She followed that up with a quick,
stinging series of blows to his head and mid-section. As Betty drove her
opponent back, she heard the sounds of cheers coming from behind her... female
cheers. They were from Candy and the women of her boxing club.

Practically all of the members of the health club disliked Larry - they found
him to be a vain, self-centered egotist. But the women had an additional
reason to dislike him, he was always trying to hit on them. Handsome, athletic
and successful, Larry thought of himself as God's gift to women while most of
them thought of him as nothing more than a pompous, conceited jock. Candy
never liked him either, but she felt she couldn't just toss him out of her
health club unless one of the women issued a formal complaint against him;
which none of them did. Watching Betty smack Larry around the ring gave them
all a feeling of satisfaction.

The 215 pound, muscular woman drove her 190 pound opponent back into one of
the corners with her powerful blows. Desperately, Larry tried to strike back.
But even when one of his punches did manage to strike her, Betty simply
laughed it off - it was like hitting a tank with a tennis ball. She then
continued to hammer away at him. "Gee Larry, you're so much more fun than
hitting a punching bag; tee, hee, hee." Cornered by a stronger opponent, Larry
tried every boxing trick he knew. But to no avail. Betty continued to rain
punches down on him until Candy rang the bell to end the first round.

As Larry staggard back to his corner, Betty smiled and waved to the women who
were cheering for her."When's your next boxing tournament?" she asked Candy as
she sat down on her stool."I think I'll enter it."

"In two months. Will you be ready by then (wink)?"

"Oh I don't know, it depends on whether Larry can give me a better workout
than he's done so far."

"Maybe you should ease up on him for the next round. You know, play around
with him for awhile."

"What a wonderful idea! That's exactly what I'll do."

Larry came out at the beginning of the second round and tried mixing up his
punches. Betty seemed content to simply dance on her feet and defend herself
against his blows. Her surprisingly fast reflexes made it very difficult for
Larry to land any solid blows; and the glancing ones he did manage to land
didn't seem to faze her at all. Betty danced around the ring with a smile on
her pretty face while Larry stalked her with a look of stoic determination on
his. He knew he had been badly outboxed in the first round. Furthermore, all
of the women who were watching were rooting for Betty. He had to beat her, his
reputation was at stake. After about a minute, the attractive brunette became
more aggressive; countering Larry's blows with punches of her own. Unlike his
however, hers were landing.

The women began to cheer again as it was now obvious that Betty was winning.
She landed a quick left-right combination to Larry's face and then a solid
right cross to his jaw. "Punchy, punchy," she giggled. As in the first round
when Betty began to tease him, Larry lost his cool. He threw a series of hard,
wild punches, which the agile Amazon was able to either avoid or deflect. And
when she sensed that his attack was slowing down, Betty resumed the offensive.

With about a minute left in the round though, the strong woman did something
totally unexpected. She calmly walked back to her corner, smiled at her
opponent and said,"O.K. tough guy, give me your best shots." Enraged, Larry
stormed over and began throwing everything he had at her. But Betty just stood
there with her gloves up and blocked them all...not one single punch got
through! By the time Candy rang the bell to end the second round, Larry was
beaten - not physically (not yet anyway) but psychologically. He was beaten
"Rest up honeybunch," Betty giggled as a very disheartened Larry went back to
his corner,"I'll see you in another minute."

Candy and Betty looked at each other and smiled, this was much easier then
either of them expected. Betty was not just beating the conceited two-time
boxing champion, she was totally outclassing him. She was faster, stronger
and, despite his many years of experience (to Betty's two months) the better
boxer. "Well that was fun," she laughed,"now I think it's time to show this
macho man the true meaning of the term 'girlpower'."

"Go get him tiger," Candy yelled,"or should I say tigress?"

When the bell to begin the third round sounded, Betty rose from her stool and
slowly began to walk across the ring. "Come on big boy," she said as she
pounded her gloves together with force," let's box a bit shall we."

Larry now knew he had only one chance against this Amazon, he had to knock her
out quickly. He met her in the center of the ring and threw a series of the
hardest punches he could throw. Betty, sensing his desperation, let him throw
all he had at her for the first thirty seconds or so. Most of his blows she
blocked. The few that did hit her simply bounced off her muscular body; then
she started to fight back. Jabbing with brutal effectiveness, the powerful
woman drove Larry back into the ropes. As the strong woman's punches began to
hit with more and more frequency, he was soon bleeding from the nose and
mouth. No longer able to mount an effective attack, all Larry could hope to do
now was survive the round and, maybe, salvage a little bit of what was left of
his pride...but Betty had other ideas.

With all the women yelling loudly now for her to finish him off, Betty punched
Larry hard in the stomach, forcing him to drop his hands."POW!" she then
slammed a solid left hook into Larry's unprotected face. He was now completely
defenseless against her, and they both knew it. The powerful woman reared back
her muscular right arm and prepared to smash it into Larry's face again. But
before she did so, Betty looked deeply into the eyes of her opponent - and
there it was...the look she wanted to see. The look that says,"you've beaten
me Betty; I can't stand against you." Instead of sending her fist slamming
into his jaw again (which would probably have sent Larry down for the count),
the mighty woman lowered her arm, smiled and simply said,"well Larry, I want
to thank you for this lovely sparring session. We'll have to do it again
sometime; tee, hee, hee." She then turned around and sauntered back to her
corner.

As Betty climbed out of the ring, Candy gave her star pupil a hug while the
rest of the women from the boxing club cheered ecstatically. Larry had gotten
the beating he had coming to him; ironically, it came from a woman. While
Betty basked in her latest thiumph, her battered opponent staggered out of the
boxing ring and limped into the men's locker room. Skipping a shower, he
quickly changed his clothes and left as fast as his sore body would allow him
to. He wanted to get the hell out of the health club as soon as possible.

"This is a great day Betty," Candy squealed," we should all go out to a
restaurant and celebrate your triumph. The king is dead...long live the
queen!"

"Thank you Candy, for everything; I never could have done it without your
help. But I'm really bushed and I have a very hectic workday tomorrow; running
a corporation isn't easy you know. We'll have to put the celebrations on
hold."

"No problemo Betty. But I owe you a favor...a *BIG* favor for what you did
here this evening."

"I'll hold you to that Candy," Betty laughed. The large, powerful woman - also
in a hurry to get home - skipped her shower, quickly changed her clothes and
left the health club. But as fate would have it, who do you suppose she met
outside in the parking lot...whose car just happened to be parked next to
hers? "Why hello there Larry; long time no see (giggles)."

The battered man, furious at having been beaten so easily and so
comprehensively by this woman, was clearly not amused. "Just shut the hell up
and leave me alone!" he barked at her.

"Now now Larry, is that anyway to talk to a woman? A member of the *weaker*
sex?"

"You think that just because you got in a few lucky punches tonight you're
better than me?"

"No Larry. I'm better than you because you're a pompous blowhard who probably
thinks that a handsome face and a pretty smile is all it takes to get by in
this world; just like the company you work for. They used to handle our
advertising accounts. But when I took over and saw the way you macho guys
treat the women there, I dropped you like a hot potato (in fact, losing
Betty's account was a major blow to Larry's firm and one of the reasons it's
having financial problems). If it were mine, I'd fire half the staff and have
things turned around within three to four months."

Larry went completely livid when he heard Betty say this. Not only did this
woman beat the crap out of him in front of everybody at the health club, but
now she had the gall to tell him how the firm he works for should be running
their business. "Listen you bitch!" he screamed as he angrily began to
approached her,"I've had just about as much of you as I can take!" Larry found
himself clenching his fists and preparing to strike her. But before he could
do so...

"POW!" Betty's right fist slammed hard into his already swollen jaw. Without
the cushion of a boxing glove, the power of her blow spun the 190 pound man
completely around and sent him to the pavement...unconscious. "Tsk, tsk,"
Betty calmly said as she gazed down at him,"what am I going to do with you
now? I can't just leave you lying here in the parking lot now can I?" She
thought it over for a few moments and then an idea occured to her, an idea
which brought a smile to Betty's beautiful face.

The powerful woman bent down and put her strong arms underneath Larry's supine
body. With surprising ease, Betty lifted the unconscious form off the ground
and carried him over to her BMW convertible. She gently laid him down on the
back seat and then drove home. By the time she arrived, her unwilling
passenger was beginning to stir. After parking her car in the garage Betty
raised Larry off the back seat and hoisted him up over her shoulder; then she
carried him into her spacious home.

"Where...where am I?" he asked groggily as they entered.

"Since you were unconscious Larry I decided to take you home with me," the
strong Amazon said as she carried him into the master bathroom."You're going
to get showered and cleaned up...and then you and I are going to have a little
talk. Now, kindly remove your clothes."

"What? Take off my clothes in front of you? No fucking way!"

"Larry, that's the last time you'll address me in this manner. You've already
called me a bitch tonight but I've decided to let that one pass because of
what I did to you in the boxing ring. But you're never to speak to me
disrespectfully again, understand? I've already beaten you up twice tonight
and - believe me when I say this - one more swear word out of you and I'll
take you across my knee and give you a good spanking. I'll do it Larry, I've
done it before with tougher guys than you. So take off the dirty, bloody
clothes you're wearing and get into the shower."

Betty reached in and turned on the water, taking care that it was the right
temperature. When she was satisfied that it was, she turned to her unwilling
guest and said sternly,"I'm not used to being disobeyed Larry. If you're not
inside this shower stall by the time I count to ten, I'm going to knock you
out again and wash you myself!"

Larry Nelson was not used to taking orders, and certainly not from a woman.
The proud man always felt he was in complete control of his life; and he was,
until this evening that is when this powerful woman battered him senseless in
the boxing ring and then put him down for the count in the parking lot. Now
she was treating him as if he was a little boy; threatening to spank him if he
used a bad word or beat him up if he didn't take a shower. And the worst part
about it was, there seemed to be little he could do about it. Bigger,
stronger, and - as she had already proven to him twice that evening - a far
superior fighter than he was, what could he do? Reluctantly, Larry took off
his clothes and entered the large, custom made stall shower (Betty is, you'll
recall, a rather big woman).

He hadn't been in for a minute when Larry heard the shower door open and
close. He then felt two strong hands reach out and grab him from behind.
"What...what are you doing Betty?" he asked, surprised.

"I've decided to wash you anyway, you gorgeous hunk you. Now, be a good boy
and let mommy wash you." Helpless, Larry could do nothing as the powerful
woman lathered up a wash cloth and began to rub it all over his body. Betty
took great care to go gently over the many welts and bruises she had given him
earlier in the boxing ring...and *very* gently with his penis; though she did
take a long time to wash it...a *very* long time. When she was finally
finished washing him, Betty lathered up the wash cloth again and gave it to
Larry; "now honeybunch it's your turn to wash me."

"Do I have to?" he asked meekly.

"Yes Larry, I'm afraid you do; fortunes of war you know, spoils to the
victor." Betty stood directly front of him now with her massive, 42 inch
breasts only a few inches away from his face. "And you can start on these,"
she smiled as she pointed to them,"but you'd better be gentle with them
honey...or else!" Betty made Larry wash her for nearly an hour. First her
breasts, then her pussy, then her thighs, then her feet, then her thighs
again, then her pussy, and back up to her breasts again. And then finally, her
long, beautiful hair. "Gee Larry, you're awfully good at this. Maybe I should
have you come over and wash me after every workout; tee, hee. Now it's time to
dry off."

The powerful woman led Larry out of the shower stall and gently began to towel
him off; again taking a great deal of time with his penis. Being so close to
this massive, strong and sexy naked woman finally overwhelmed whatever
resistance Larry had to her and his penis became as hard as a rock while she
dried it. "Oh Larry, what's that white stuff all over my towel? Why you
naughty, naughty boy you; tee, hee, hee."

"Why are you humiliating me like this Betty?" the once proud man cried in
shame.

"First of all honeybunch, because I can. And second, because you are a very
arrogant and conceited man who needs to be taught a lesson in humility - and
nothing gives me greater pleasure than to help a man out in this respect. Now
quit your whining Larry. It's your turn to dry me off...and you can start with
my breasts again."

As Larry slowly worked the towel all over her magnificant body, Betty felt
herself becoming aroused in a way she hadn't been in many years. Her female
desires - long held in check by her drive to succeed in the business world -
were getting ready to explode. Betty looked down at Larry (who was drying her
feet at the time) and thought to herself,"is this handsome man who I battered
and totally humiliated in the boxing ring a couple of hours ago 'Mr. Right' ?
Is he the man for me? True, he did have a rather large chip on his shoulder
when I first met him. But after the beatings I gave him this evening, and the
humiliation of having to wash and dry me, maybe I succeeded in teaching him
some humility. Let's find out."

When Larry was finished drying her off Betty smiled at him and said,"you know
handsome, underneath that hard, tough, macho exterior I'll bet there's a nice,
sweet loving guy dying to come out. Come, let's see if we can find him." The
mighty woman then bent down and lifted the190 pound man up over her shoulder
and carried him into her bedroom. She tossed him onto her bed and sat down on
top of his chest. "O.K. you stud," Betty giggled as she grabbed Larry firmly
by the hair and forced his face into her pussy,"let's see if you're any better
in bed than you were in the boxing ring tonight." She was very much surprised
(and gratefully so) to find out that indeed he was...indeed he was.

Betty sighed as she held the handsome man tightly in her muscular arms the
following morning - it had been a night of passion and lovemaking that the
beautiful, but lonely, businesswoman would never forget. Larry Nelson, for
whatever else someone could say about him, was certainly one hell of a lover.
No other man that Betty ever been with had been able to satisfy her the way he
did; no one even came close. "This is the thing I've been missing in my life,"
she thought to herself as she squeezed him even tighter,"and this is what I
must have." The powerful woman whispered softly into his ear,"now honey,
there's just one more teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, little thing I want you to do
for me you big, strong, gorgeous hunk of man you..."

THREE WEEKS LATER

Larry showed up at the advertising agency he worked for two hours late. Right
away he sensed something was different about the place. He couldn't put his
finger on exactly what it was but he felt a strangeness in the air which he
couldn't explain. After stopping to get his usual cup of coffee, the handsome,
36 year-old advertising executive entered his office and prepared to work on
his current project. About a half an hour later his secretary knocked on the
door. "Yes Ms. Warren?"

"Mr. Nelson, the president would like to see you in 15 minutes."

"15 minutes? O.K. I'll be there, and thank you. That's a nice dress you're
wearing by-the-way."

Ms. Warren smiled to herself as she closed the door. For some unexplained
reason Mr. Nelson has been very pleasent to her for the past two weeks, more
pleasent than he had ever been in the two years she'd been working for him. He
says 'please' and 'thank you' all of the time now and even gives her
compliments; something he had never done before. Something very strange indeed
must have happened to him; he actually seems happy now.

Fifteen minutes later Larry stood in front of the president's secretary. He
was a little bit nervous, wondering if this had anything to do his showing up
late for work. "Mr. Richards requested to see me," he said.

"Yes, the secretary responded," the *president* is expecting you Mr. Nelson.
You may go right in." Larry couldn't help but notice the peculiar smile the
she had on her face when she said that. He entered the president's
office...and his mouth fell to the floor.

"Well, hello there sweetie pie," the large, familiar woman said as she sat in
a chair behind the president's desk,"long time no see."

"Ye...yes Betty, about two hours in fact. But what are you doing in Mr.
Richards' office? And why are you sitting in his chair?"

Betty began to laugh. "It's actually *my* office and *my* chair now honey. You
see, I bought your company yesterday and I'm going to merge it with mine. That
way I'll have my own advertising agency. I should have thought of this two
years ago." Betty paused for a moment and allowed what she just told him to
sink in, then added," so Larry, meet your new boss."

It took the stunned man some time to absorb what he had just heard."But...but
where's Mr. Richards?" he asked after a lengthy pause.

"I'm afraid I had to send him packing. There's no room in my corporation for
incompetent, chauvanistic people."

"So you're going to fire half the staff, like you said you'd do?"

"Well, I might have been exaggerating a little bit when I said that
honeybunch. But there will definiately be a worker's performance review as
soon as my staff and I have finished merging our companies and I'll evaluate
everyone's records then."

Larry gulped hard before asking his next question,"and where do I stand in all
of this Betty?"

"You'll be evaluated along with all of the rest honey, there's no room in my
company for nepotism either. If you make the grade I'll keep you; and, if not,
then you'll have three months to improve your performance, just like any other
employee. I run a very tight ship Larry, that's one of the reasons why I've
been so successful in my business career."

When Betty saw the look of shock on Larry's face, she rose from her chair and
walked over to where he stood. She put her strong arms around him and gave her
lover a tender hug. "Don't worry honey," Betty said softly as she gently
rocked him back and forth,"from what I've seen of your work performance so
far, I'm sure you won't have any trouble making the grade. And besides, you'll
always have that *other* job of yours...my sparring partner."

"But why didn't you tell me you were planning on buying my company Betty?
After all, I thought we were...you know...close."

"Rule number one Larry, I never mix business with pleasure. Also, I wanted to
see the look on your face when you walked in here and saw me sitting in that
chair...and believe me, it was well worth it (giggles). Oh, and by-the-way
Larry, I noticed you came to work two hours late this morning; had a rough
night did we?"

"Err...yes, as a matter of fact...*we* did."

Betty shook her index finger at him and said with mock sterness,"naughty,
naughty boy; I still managed to get to work on time," then she laughed."Now
sweetie pie, we've waisted enough time here. You can go back to your office
and resume working on that project of yours; it looks very promising. My staff
will be arriving in a few minutes and we have an awful lot of work to do here.
It's not easy merging companies you know."

Still very much in a state of shock, Larry slowly turned to leave. "Oh, and
honey," Betty said before he reached the door," there's one more rule you need
to learn. When you and I are alone together, you're never to leave without
giving your new wife a smooch." The large, powerful woman walked over to her
husband of two weeks, engulfed him in her muscular arms gave him a long,
passionate kiss. Two minutes later, a breathless Larry opened the door of
Betty's office and staggered out. As he did so, his new wife/boss called out
after him, "and don't forget about our sparring session at Candy's health club
this evening sweetie pie. I'll meet you there at 8:00 PM sharp. And please try
and give me a decent workout this time; I have to start preparing for Candy's
boxing tournament (giggles)."

Note: One week after she beat him up, humiliated him, took him home with her,
washed him and made love to him; Betty married Larry. At Betty's request, the
wedding ceremony was held in Candy's health club; inside the very boxing ring
where she kicked his ass. Candy was the bride's maid and the women of her
boxing club were the flower girls.