The Women's Boxing Club: Conclusion
by M.C.
Women boxers settle a few scores with their male counterparts.


As Millie and her class of women boxers looked on, I closed in on Brenda;
hoping to end this farce as quickly as possible. The large, muscular girl
continued bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, her long, brown
ponytail swaying from side-to- side as she did. Instead of a look of serious
concentration (and even fear) that my opponents usually have on their face
when they confront me in the boxing ring, Brenda had a pretty smile on hers -
it was as if she felt she had nothing to be afraid of. Well, I would soon wipe
that smile off her face...or so I thought.

I backed the smaller female into one of the corners and prepared to throw my
first punch, a hard right hook which would put an end to this silly contest
then and there. But before I had a chance to launch my fist, I felt a
surprisingly hard 'thud' on the right side of my face. This was quickly
followed by another, equally hard blow on the left side; a perfect left-right
combination that I never even saw coming. Brenda then quickly darted out of
the corner and went to the center of the ring where she resumed bouncing up
and down. "Come on Jeffy, catch me if you can; tee, hee, hee."

I stormed out to meet her and threw a wild right hook but Brenda ducked under
it. I then felt a solid blow into the pit of my stomach. The large girl then
connected with two sharp left jabs to my nose and then a hard right cross to
my chin, snapping my head back.

"Attagirl Brenda!" I heard Celia call out from the side,"show that macho man
what girls can do."

"That's right kiddo," Randi chimmed in,"teach him the true meaning of
'girlpower'." The rest of the women boxers soon added their voices to the
chorus."Come on Jeffy, surely you can do better than this," Brenda teased as
she continued her dance in the center of the ring,"a big strong guy like you.
Aren't you the university's heavyweight boxer? Maybe I should try out for the
team next year; tee, hee, hee."

Furious, I charged forward; throwing wild punches left and right. But the
agile girl backed away and easily avoided my blows. I continued to stalk her
around the ring but whenever I came close enough, she would fire off one or
two quick jabs (which had a surprising amount of power behind them) and then
move out of my range; laughing as she did. In my rage and desire to hit her I
wasn't boxing but just lashing out. Brenda, on the other hand, seemed content
to patiently wait for opportunities to strike. After I missed again with a
wild right hook, she countered with a series of hard, well placed blows to my
head and mid-section. Her punches, which merely stung at first, were now
beginning to hurt - god this girl is strong. She had me on the defensive now
and backed me into a corner. There was nothing I could do about it except try
to block her punches. Brenda's onslaught was only haulted by the sound of the
bell ending the first round. She and Millie exchanged a strange look before
Brenda turned to me and smiled,"rest up sweetie pie, we're not through yet. We
still have two more rounds to go."

Brenda went to her corner and waved to her fans. The women in her boxing club
and their guests were now joined by more people from other parts of the 'Y'
who were attracted by the sounds of cheering coming from the boxing area. The
females all cheered loudly when the first round ended while the men were
totally silent. Roger and Ray wouldn't even look up at me; they just stared
down at the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Randi jab Roger hard in
the gut with her elbow,"enjoying the fight honey?" she asked. Celia then
grabbed Ray firmly by his hair and asked,"isn't Brenda doing well?" Their
questions were, of course, rhetorical.

As I sat down on the stool Millie put out for me, the tough woman boxing coach
handed me a bottle of water."You're way too impatient out there Jeff," she
began,"you thought being a big, strong man was all you needed. You
underestimated your opponent and she nailed you right at the start of the
round. Then you let her teasing get under your skin and completely forgot your
boxing skills. When you started throwing wild punches, she punished you for
it. A good boxer is patient and waits for opportunities; like Brenda does."

As she spoke, Millie also put a cold compress on my slightly swollen jaw; the
irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. Here I was, the six-foot three inch,
220 pound heavyweight of my university's boxing team being out-boxed by
Brenda, my ex-girlfriend. Now Brenda's coach was coaching me on how to box
against her own student."Why are you giving me advice?" I asked.

"To make the fight more interesting," she smiled and added,"I'd hate to see a
massacre. Why do you think I stopped the first round thirty seconds early?"
Shocked by what I just heard, I stared across the ring at my opponent. Brenda
had untied her ponytail and was calmly brushing her hair. When she saw me
gazing at her she smiled and blew me a kiss. "Ding!" The bell to begin the
second round began.

Brenda came out to the center of the ring and began her dance again."Come on
tiger, see if you can at least give me a decent workout this round." I knew
Brenda was baiting me so, remembering what she did to me in the first round -
as well as Millie's advice - I approached her cautiously."What's the matter
big boy, scared of a little girl? Jeffy's afraid of me, Jeffy's afraid of me,
Jeffy's afraid of a girl; tee, hee, hee." I became angry again and threw
several jabs at her but amazingly she blocked them all. Damn she's fast! I
threw a few more jabs but all I managed to hit were her boxing gloves.

Then, seemingly from out of nowhere,"WHAM!" she hit me with a solid right hook
that slammed hard against the side of my face. Stunned by both the both
suddeness and strength of her blow I fell back. Seeing that I was off balance,
Brenda quickly attacked. I was then sent reeling by the powerful girl as she
hit me with a series of solid, well placed punches - a right cross to the jaw,
a left hook to the side of my face, a right-left-right-left combination which
came at me so fast I couldn't block any of them. Then she hit me with a right
uppercut underneath my chin which sent me flat on my back. I swear to god, in
my three years of university boxing - my record is 51-9 for 60 fights - I have
never faced anybody who can hit as hard as this girl can.

The muscular, six-foot, 200 pound shot putter watched me fall and then took a
few steps back. She put her hands on her hips and smiled down at me. "Oh
Jeffy, Jeffy, Jeffy; what am I going to do about you? Even though you broke my
heart, I'm still in love with you. So why don't we end this little fight of
ours, O.K. honey? You'll become my boyfriend again and we'll let bygones be
bygones. So let's kiss and make up. What do you say big fella?" I slowly
staggered to my feet, took a few steps back and put up my gloves. "No fucking
way!" I snarled,"you haven't beaten me yet...not by a long shot!"

Brenda sighed,"very well then tough guy, have it your way." She put up her
gloves and began to move towards me."But don't forget Jeffy, you asked for
this; and a part of me is actually going to enjoy giving it to you." She met
me near my corner and we began a furious exchange punches. All of Brenda's
friends from the boxing club as well as the women in the now rather large
group of people who were drawn to watch began to cheer wildly as it became
clear to all of them that Brenda was outboxing me. She was faster, more
skilled and - dare I say it - stronger than I was. When I did manage to
connect with a punch - which was rare - all it did was bounce off her muscular
body, doing no harm whatsoever. But when she hit me, it hurt...it hurt a lot.

After about a minute of this, my powerful opponent had driven me back against
the ropes. About all I could do at this point was put up my arms and try to
protect myself from her relentless onslaught. My ex-girlfriend was using me
for a punching bag and there was very little I could do about it. When I tried
to protect my face, she'd punch me in the stomach; when I lowered my arms to
my mid-section, she'd pound my face. By now my right eye was nearly closed, my
nose was bleeding, and I could feel aches and pains all over my body. I was
getting dizzy and my feet were wobbling. I couldn't take too much more of
Brenda's pounding. Then the bell rang, mercifully ending the second round.

I fell forward, right into Brenda's powerful arms. "Here sweetie pie, let me
help you," she softly cooed. I felt myself being lifted up and placed on my
stool. "Rest up Jeffy, we still have one more round to go." As I sat there in
a daze, I realized that there was no way I'd survive another round against
Brenda, she'd kill me for sure."Please," I begged Millie, "please stop the
fight, I can't take any more her pounding."

"I'm afraid that's up to Brenda, Jeff. She did give you a chance to end the
fight in the last round, didn't she? And you refused, didn't you?"

"Yes, you're right. But she'll kill me if I go out there again. Please, you
have to stop this!" I looked across at Brenda who was calmly brushing her hair
again. She smiled and winked at me.

"Oh come on now Jeff, let's not get hysterical here. Brenda won't kill you.
Beat you up perhaps; but *kill* you? No way. She's one one the nicest,
sweetest girls I've ever known. You must have known by the time she made her
offer that you were no match for her in the ring, and yet your masculine pride
wouldn't let you accept that fact; so you refused. Now you'll have to pay the
price for your arrogance."

"Why is she doing this to me? Why?"

"Jeff, haven't you ever heard the saying,'hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned'?"

"Yes but..."

"Well, you dumped Brenda for some sexy cheerleader named Nancy. So now she's
getting her revenge; just like Randi did to Roger two nights ago, and Celia
did to Ray last night."

"You mean it was the girls that gave them those terrible beatings?"

"Yep. They kicked their asses in fair and square; and I couldn't have been
more proud of them. Didn't you notice the women of my boxing club when you
came in here Jeff? Most of them are with men, either their husbands or
boyfriends. Didn't you notice that all of the men bare the scars of a recent
beating? They were all beaten up by their women. Some of them were abused by
their husbands or boyfriends. Others, like you and your boxing friend Roger,
played around with their hearts like they were toys. A psychological hurt is
no less damaging than a physical one. And Ray took advantage of Celia in the
worst way when she had too much to drink; he's lucky she didn't kill him."

"I train these women to box so that they'll be strong in both body and soul.
They're tough because that's the way they have to be in order to succeed in a
man's world. If your gender would respect mine, then this wouldn't be
necessary. However, life is never so simple, is it Jeff? So now Brenda, who
you hurt very deeply, is getting her revenge because that's the way it's done
in a man's world. It's time for the third and final round. Good luck Jeff." As
I helplessly sat there, Millie rang the bell for the third round to begin.

Brenda rose from her stool and slowly began to approach me. She had a smile on
her beautiful face and was slamming her boxing gloves together with force. If
her intent was to intimidate me, she was certainly successful. Even though I
stood six-feet three inches tall and weighed 220 pounds - to Brenda's six feet
even and 200 pounds - I felt a great sense of trepidation as the powerful girl
that had easily battered me around for the first two rounds made her way
across the ring. "Come on honeybunch, let's dance some more."

"Please Brenda, I'm sorry about what happened between us; really I am. Please,
let's not fight anymore."

"What's the matter big boy? Afraid of a little girl?"

"Yes, Brenda, yes I am (there was no point in hiding it anymore, I was
petrified of her and what she might do to me). I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt
me anymore."

The muscular amazon stood directly in front of me - I hadn't moved and was
still in my corner of the ring. She looked up into my eyes (well my left eye
anyway as my right was almost completely closed) and paused as if she was
contemplating what she should do next. I felt a great sense of foreboding.
Brenda had, in just six minutes of boxing, reduced a proud, arrogant man to a
whimpering child with her mighty fists. She had me where she wanted me and she
knew it. Brenda could pound me to a pulp, humiliated me, literally ruin my
life were she so inclined. The power was hers to do with what she chose. After
about a minute - by far the longest minute of my life - the mighty girl smiled
and said,"O.K. Jeff, I'll renew the offer I made to you in the second round.
You break up with Nancy and become my boyfriend again...but I'm going to add
one more condition."

"What condition?"

She leaned over and whispered something into my ear.

"What? You mean right here? In front of everybody?"

Brenda smiled and nodded her head. "Unless, of course, you want me to use your
body for a punching bag for the next three minutes." She slammed her boxing
gloves together to emphasize her point.

"Brenda please..."

"Very well then Jeff, let's fight some more!" She reared back her powerful
right arm and prepared to send her glove into my already mangled face.

"O.K. Brenda...you win...you win," I said, shaking with fear,"I'll do it."
Slowly, I began to lay down on my back as Millie removed Brenda's boxing
gloves. The large brunette then pulled down her boxer shorts and panties so
that she was naked from the waist down and sat on my upper chest with her back
facing me. She scooted back a bit so that her massive buttocks were directly
over my face. "Kissy, kissy," she said with a giggle. As all the women in the
large crowd of spectators began to laugh - and the men bowed their heads in
shame - I put my lips up to Brenda's large rear end and kissed it. "Oh come on
honey, I know you can do better than that." With tears in my eyes I kissed her
ass again ...and again...and again..."Yes, that's much better sweetie pie,"
Brenda giggled,"much, much better; tee, hee, hee. I'm going to enjoy having
you for my boyfriend again; now that the tables have been turned."

About a week later Brenda and I moved into an apartment near the university
and began living together. A few days after that I came home after my
afternoon workout and was greeted by a rather strange sight. Brenda had Nancy
- my ex-girlfriend - drapped across her knee and was in the process of giving
her a good spanking. "Hi honey," Brenda smiled when she saw me,"I'm just tying
up a few loose ends here (giggle)." Nancy gazed up at me with tears in her
eyes, hoping that maybe I could do something about her situation; which, of
course, I couldn't. "Jeffy, be a dear and come give my hair a brush up."
Meekly, I did as I was told.

"You know," she continued in-between spanks,"your ex-girlfriend is really very
pretty. Perhaps she could give me some beauty tips. Being a girl jock, I was
never really interested in that sort of stuff but maybe I should be now."
Nancy began to cry out loud so Brenda calmly rolled up her long blond hair
into a tight ball and stuffed it into her mouth. "I mean I'm over 21 years old
Jeff, perhaps I should start taking these things a bit more seriously. I'll
bet Nancy could show me a lot about make-up and the proper care for my hair.
When I'm finished spanking her, she and I are going to have a little
girl-to-girl talk."

Six months later.

I returned from my shopping chores to find Brenda sitting at her dresser.
Standing in front of her, applying some make-up to her face and mascara on her
eyes, was Nancy. After their 'girl-to-girl' chat six months ago Brenda
*persuaded* the sexy, blond cheerleader to come over from time to time and
give her tips on beauty. I had to admit that with a little bit of make-up and
her hair neatly brushed, Brenda looked gorgeous - she could probably win a
beauty contest as easily as she could a boxing tournament."Hi sweetie pie,
remember our award ceremony is at 8 PM this evening."

"I remember." When Randi, Celia and Brenda replaced Roger, Ray and me on the
university's boxing team, the girls went undefeated and led our team to the
national title - the first in the school's history. In fact Brenda knocked out
every guy she faced, including the 250 pound defending national champion who
was considered unbeatable (she toyed with him for the first two rounds before
sending him through the ropes midway through the third). Tonight they were
going to be honored for their achievement. "It's still a couple of hours from
now Brenda, I have enough time to finish the rest of my chores around the
house."

"Forget about your other chores today Jeffy, I'm giving you the rest of the
day off."

"Really...what's the occasion?"

"Silly boy, don't you remember? It was six months ago today that I beat the
crap out of you at the 'Y' and we got back together again. I think we should
celebrate our half-year anniversary."

"How?"

Brenda rose from the chair she was sitting on and smiled at me."I know just
the thing," she winked. She bent down and wrapped her muscular right arm
around Nancy's ankles, then easily lifted the 150 pound cheerleader up and
placed her over her massive shoulder. Brenda then walked over to me and put
her left hand into my shorts. She grabbed my penis and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Come with me dear and see how we'll celebrate this special day."

My super girlfriend then took us into the bedroom, tossed Nancy onto the bed
and told me to lay down next to her, facing the opposit direction."Now we take
off all our clothes." When Brenda says to do something, you do it; or else. We
all removed our clothes. The powerful, naked Amazon then laid her 200 pound
muscular body on top of both of us at an angle so that her pussy covered
Nancy's face and her massive breasts squished up against my mouth. "O.K. guys,
we have two hours until we have to get ready for the award ceremony. Your job
is to pleasure me until then. And if you do a good job of it, we'll all come
back here after the ceremony and continue where we left off."

Not only did we return afterwards and continue, but we continued the next day,
and the day after that...and the day after that...