The Temp II by GES A Femdom Boxing Fantasy I had been teaching two weeks at a small English public school for women when I ran afoul of the school rules and received a paddling of twelve swats from the head mistress. Having been hired just for the summer session I found myself the only male on the faculty. Not the worst situation a young man can find himself in, but getting used to the customs and habits here about can be an experience. When I checked into the school there was also another new faculty member who checked in with me, a female boxing instructress from France who would be part of the school's expanding sports program making available to the students sports that traditionally were not permitted women. As an adjunct to the overall curicula the boxing program was made available to those faculty members who were interested in taking up that sport. Besides the boxing instructress herself I was probably the only other person here who had any experience at all in boxing and my experience was very limited indeed. Renee asked me if I would like to assist her in getting the boxing program started. I felt I could not very well refuse and upon my acceptance of her proposal she suggested the two of us fight an exhibition bout when I felt up to it. I did not expect to feel up to it for a couple of weeks at least but she told me that in the mean time I could prepare myself using the boxing gym equipment and perhaps even help with basic instruction for the women when I had time. I procrastinated as long as I could but finally Renee insisted that we put on the exhibition as promised and as she had scheduled it. Everyone, faculty and student body, was there to watch this new campus activity. The assistant to the head mistress would be the referee having had some intensified training for that job. The exhibition was supposed to be an informal affair but every formality of a sanctioned boxing match was observed. People were assigned to the corners, as judges, as a ring announcer, and so forth. Both of us were properly attired, I in blue boxing trunks, boxing shoes, white athletic socks, and a singlet bearing the school logo. And my female opponent in pink boxing trunks, white boxing shoes and athletic socks, and of course a singlet bearing the school logo similar to the one I was wearing. I did not feel too good about this but I had committed so I had to carry on. Then there was a formal introduction followed by the announcement that we would box three rounds of three minutes each. It should be pointed out that I outweighted my female opponent by about twenty pounds. To compensate for the difference she would wear six ounce gloves to my ten ounce gloves. I was not delighted with this but there was that weight difference so I suppose it was justified. The way my female opponent comported herself about the ring you could tell she had been there before, several times in fact. Renee's appearance was daunting. She had a very athletic body, somewhat muscular, certainly wiry, and in very good condition. Her legs were particularly noticeable in that their size was out of proportion to the rest of her body, as was her derriere, which I found quite exciting. Her biceps, while not large, were well articulated, her breasts pleasingly plump, and her hair cut in a short no-nonsense fashion but still attractive. Her whole being projected power and confidence. I will not describe her opponent except to say he was definitely intimidated. The first round opened and I advanced rather timidly toward ring center but before I could get there my female opponent was on me with two crisp jabs. The blows stung my cheek and nose and I was unable to reply with anything of my own as she had danced away so quickly. Coming together again I tried a couple of jabs of my own which the lady sort of brushed off and then she countered with a left and right again to my nose and other cheek. She bobbed and weaved a bit and then she sprung forward with a left and right to my head but this time I think I actually managed to hit her with a counter punch but it had no apparent effect because she hit me twice again. I tried to keep a jab going against her but she moved so smoothly out of the way I might as well saved my energy. Meanwhile she would hit me whenever she wanted to. I was getting winded and very sloppy when the bell rang to end the first round. I flopped down on my stool and the corner girl looked at me and said, "Gee, your face is red, and I see a little blood inside your nose." "Are you feeling all right?" I nodded my head and tried to relax but this was out of the question because I knew I was getting whipped by a woman boxer and I still had two rounds to go. The bell rang and I went out for round two. Renee was more active this round. Her jab was so good she caught me with it repeatedly and there seemed no way to avoid that. I backed away from her only to find myself trapped in a corner. I raised my arms in front of my face so her jab wouldn't get me when I felt a hard punch to my right side. It hurt so bad my legs just gave out and I collapsed on the canvas in front of Renee's delightful legs. My position on the canvas afforded me an excellant view of her sexy legs and cheeky rearend as she walked toward a neutral corner . Immediately the referee was standing in front of me and she was counting --two-- three--four. I looked up at her expressionless face and knew I would get no consideration from a woman who had administered a paddling to me just a couple of weeks ago. I struggled to my feet--five--six-- seven--eight. The referee pulled my gloves across the singlet she was wearing and asked me if I wanted to go on. I nodded and she motioned my female opponent out of the corner and we resumed boxing. That had been the first body punch Renee had hit me with and it was a lulu. It still hurt and had slowed me down noticeably. I was a much easier target now and Renee took quick advantage. Moving in on me with a steady barrage of punches Renee punished me heavily and I was weakening fast. Then I caught a good one to the jaw and down I went again. The referee came over and commenced her count with Renee watching from a near corner. I got up and again the bout resumed. Renee was boxing very well, not permitting me to land a thing while at the same time she hit me repeatedly. At long last the round was over and I staggered back to my corner and sat down, one weary guy. My corner girl looked at me and said my nose was trickling blood and my right eye was turning gray. Only then did I feel a numbness on my lower lip; it had begun to swell. The corner girl wiped away the blood under my nose and wiped off my face with a cool cloth. The referee showed up for a look, nodded her head and said I was good for another round. The bell rang and I reluctantly went forward for the final of this one-sided boxing match. I knew round three would be a repeat of round two and I was right. Renee came at me giving me no respite. My arms felt like they weighted a ton. My throat was dry and my breathing was labored. But Renee took no notice and went about her work systematically reducing me to a physical wreck. Her punches to my face left it burning and my nose was stuffed with blood which made breathing all the more difficult. I had not been punished like this before and I felt awful. Renee came in on me and with a quick combination landing on my right cheek and left jaw put me down again. Every time she knocked me down she would stand in the corner grinning. I got up, the referee motioned Renee out of the corner, and with a hair toss Renee came forward and delivered a body punch that took the breath right out of me. I staggered from the blow and Renee stepped in with another combination to the head. I think I was just about helpless but Renee wanted to finish the job and she did. With a right to my body and hard left to my jaw I fell forward landing again at Renee's feet. Renee backed off a little so the referee could get in and this time I did not get up in time. So while looking up at Renee, who, with her stunningly smooth and muscular legs, made a delightful sight in the corner, I suffered through a full ten count by the referee. The exhibition bout concluded, I sat in the corner listening to the crowd cheer Renee; they thought it was great. Though I did not feel well at all, I would recover in a few days. Until then I would wear my black eye and swollen lip with some distinction in that I had gotten them from a woman boxer. And Renee, who had done this to me, treated me like her best friend. And why not, to provide an ego trip for someone as I did for Renee is surely worth something. Were I to be given a choice of a paddling from the head mistress or a boxing match with Renee I would be hard pressed to make a decision. Shortly though, I would get to know Renee even better.