Shelly's Boxing Lesson
by NoBrute, nobrute@aol.com 
Rob learns about boxing



This is a fantasy story.  the guy doesn't deserve what he gets, and most
women are too civilized to do what the heroine does, but hey, what are
stories for???  Please don't try any of this at home.


I had to admit -- it would be really cute if it didn't make my gym look so
silly.  The girls were in the aerobic room again for their "AeroBox" class
that supposedly combined the benefits of aerobics, which I admit that they
could do just great, and boxing, which they just weren't made to do.

I walked into the studio to get a better look at all the nonsense. They
were practicing their right jabs and I had to laugh at the sight of these
women making like they were Mike Tyson.  It just looked so ludicrous. 
They had switched to left crosses when I guess I laughed just a bit too
loudly and the instructor, a great looking gal named Jennifer, heard me
and suddenly stopped the class.

"Excuse me, can we help you?"  she asked in the suddenly dead quiet room.

I was sort of embarrassed.  I really didn't mean to interrupt their
harmless little exercise class.

"Nope, I was just watching.  Sorry to interrupt."  I turned to walk
casually out of the room.

"Excuse me, but I believe you were laughing at us?  Is that a fair
statement?"

"Well, maybe I was.  But I didn't mean to interrupt.  I'll just leave."

Jennifer sort of intercepted me as I was heading towards the door, taking
my arm.  "Leaving?  We won't hear of such nonsense.  You are our guest." 
She then led me to the front of the class.  I followed, sort of
embarrassed.  I assumed that she was going to make me do some of the more
difficult moves, the class would have a good laugh at my expense and that
would be the end of it.  I was wrong.

"Shelly, could I borrow you for a quick demo?"  she asked of a
particularly fit, pretty, spandex clad specimen in her early 20's.  Shelly
was about 5'5" and extremely toned.  I couldn't help noticing her defined
abs and arms as she bounded up to stand facing me.  There was a slight
smile on her pretty face, glowing in a sheen of perspiration from her
workout.  Her dark hair was pulled back tightly.  She wore what was
essentially a tight jog bra, bare midriff and black leggings.  I had seen
her before spending hours on the stairmaster and stretching in the studio,
and had always admired her beautiful, flexible, athletic body.  Now we met
face to face for the first time.

Jennifer, the instructor, asked me my name.  "Rob" I told her.

"Shelly, say hello to Rob.  Rob, Shelly".  Shelly flashed a beautiful
smile at me as we shook hands.  Then Jennifer continued.

"Shelly, um, slight problem here.  Rob seems to think that this class is a
joke, that women are silly and wasting their time when they work at
boxing.  Do you think you can help correct him?"

Shelly said nothing, but smiled as she dropped back into a boxing stance,
prancing lightly and focusing her eyes on me.

"Rob, if I were you I would get ready to defend myself, before Shelly
mashes your face to a pulp."

"Oh come on, be serious!"  I blurted out.  I was about 6'2", 210 lbs and
worked out 5 times a week.  I could break little Shelly in half, spandex
included.  "You expect me to hit her?  I'll kill her!"

Shelly looked at me smiling confidently as the class laughed.

"Oh, Mr. Big Strong male is worried about hurting the poor defenseless
helpless girl!  Isn't that sweet?"  Jennifer was taunting me as Shelly
changed her look to one of mock compassion, all the time lightly prancing
on her feet.

"I suggest you worry about yourself, and let us worry about Shelly.  Okay.
Enough of this talk. Round 1.  Go get him, Shelly."  Jennifer backed away
into a referee type stance.

I didn't know what to expect, but I kept my eyes on the prancing Shelly. 
I had to admit that it was something of a turn on to have this beautiful,
fit, female bundle of energy directed at me.

Shelly danced at me, smiling seductively. She got up pretty close and
actually threw some punches up about my head which I deflected easily.

"This is silly" I said.  I looked at Shelly and said "You better get out
of my face before I accidentally hurt you."  I kept my arms up to block
any more of her stupid incoming punches.

Shelly again gave me her look of mock concern.  She continued towards me,
her arms up.  She feinted a punch to my stomach.  I lowered my right arm
down to deflect it.

WHAP!  Suddenly my head was thrown back.  I hadn't seen it, but she had
managed to hit me in the face. It wasn't a strong punishing blow of
course, but it was sharp and precise and it hurt.  Now I was pissed. 
Enough of this bullshit.  I was going to move in and grab her and put an
end to this bullshit.  I made a move to reach over and grab her right arm,
but she somehow managed to move with me and came up along side me.  The
first indication that she was now standing alongside me came with a series
of painful blows to my left ribs.  At this point I lost my temper and
actually wound up for a haymaker.  It caught nothing but air as she easily
ducked under it.  As I followed through with the failed big punch she took
the opportunity to pummel the right side of my ribs with even greater
force.  Now I was starting to hurt on both sides.

Shelly stepped back.  The class began to clap and cheer and encourage her.
I had to summon my strength and finish this stupid thing.  I moved
towards the ever confident Shelly, determined to land one solid blow that
would leave her crumpled on the floor, smirks and all.  I threw a left jab
and she stepped aside.  I threw another right cross and she bobbed under
it.  Boy, was she fast, I had to admit.  Then she stepped in and began a
flurry of incredibly fast blows to my stomach, chest and head.  They were
so fast that I could barely see them coming.  Before I could even think
about blocking them they hit home painfully and she was on to the next
bow.  I tried to cover up as much as I could but she managed to find
painful vulnerable openings and flail away.

After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only 30 seconds or so,
she stepped back, her smirk fully intact.

"Moving too fast for you am I?"  Her taunt was the first thing she said to
me since she smiled hello in what seemed so long ago.  "I'm just starting
to have fun!"

She stared to move in on me again.  I prepared to cover up as much as
possible.  She threw one left towards my head that I somehow managed to
block.  I kept focused on her eyes.  I tried to hit her with a right to
the head, which she blocked.  She took that opportunity to move in again
with another of her series of superfast punishing blows.  She used the
block to keep her left and my right arm out of the action while she went
ballistic on my body with her own right.  I tried to squirm away from the
barrage.  As I did, she came in with a really strong right cross that
caught me flush in the face and I went down.  Everything was very hazy.

"One.....Two....."  I could vaguely hear that Jennifer was counting me
out.  I rolled over on my back.  I couldn't believe the amount of pain
that that spandex clad goddess had caused me. I was really groggy, but I
could hear the class cheering wildly.

"Eight....Nine....TEN!!!!!!  THE WINNER!!!"  Jennifer jubilantly raised
Shelly's arm in the common symbol of victory.  Shelly smiled and bowed to
the cheering class as I lay there still trying to collect my wits.

"Four minutes and 32 seconds" Jennifer relayed, looking at her stopwatch. 
Not too bad, but could be better.

"Yeah, I know" Shelly spoke, fresh with victory.  He was so slow that I
figured I could take my time with combinations.  He does seem sort of
strong so I didn't want to risk making a mistake and let him get in a
lucky shot."  I could see her pulling her hair back from her confident,
victorious face as I looked up from the ground.

"I saw that," Jennifer continued.  "There were a few times when he was
wide open but you seemed really cautious about putting him away. I would
have liked to have seen you move in and finish him after he threw the
first of his silly haymakers."

"Well...." Shelly smiled coyishly.  "I guess I was having too much fun. 
He really wasn't much of a threat, so I figured I could experiment around,
try out some new stuff."

"Hey, I think you did just great!" Jennifer said as the two of them
hugged, standing directly over my still prone body.  "Didn't she do great,
class?"

They all cheered and clapped.  I was humiliated beyond belief and felt
that I could get up and just sulk away. Shelly saw me move and managed to
put me flat and my back again with a sharp kick to my already bruised
ribs.  She then stood over me and placed her foot on my stomach, raising
her hands clasped together over her head, celebrating her conquest in
front of the cheering Aerobox class.

"Oh, poor Rob"  Jennifer leaned over me but spoke loudly enough for the
whole room to hear.  "Now, what was it you were saying before about
'killing her'?  Were those your exact words?   Oh well, at least you
learned something."

I could hear Shelly saying something to Jennifer in a low voice, almost a
whisper.  But loud enough for me to hear.

"You should have picked one of the beginners.  He really wasn't able to
deal with me at all.  It was much too easy."

"I know" Jennifer answered.  "Its just that he looks so big, I didn't want
to take any chances.  I was actually thinking about Kaitlin or Danielle. 
Could you imagine that?"

"OUCH!" Shelly mocked in pain.  "Its good you didn't.  Either one of them
would have really cleaned his clock good."

"Okay, Okay.  Showtime's over.  Lets get back to class"  Jennifer
announced as Shelly finally lifted the sole of her Reebok off my chest.

"Rob, you may go, but there is one thing that we ask of our little male
'demonstrators' before they go.  We ask that they kiss the feet of the
victor before they leave.  We find that this little ceremony puts closure
on the whole event and cements the victory -- and the defeat in
everybody's mind.  The alternative would be to force Shelly to continue
your little 'lesson', and you don't want that, I'm sure."

No, I didn't.  Shelly stood over me and slid her right sneaker in front of
my face.  "Kiss it, loser." She ordered.

My humiliation was so great that one more act seemed bearable if it meant
an end to my ordeal.  I leaned over and gently kissed my conqueror's
sneaker.  As I did I could feel a surge of electricity surge throughout my
body, as if I were kissing a powerful energy source.  Shelly just looked
down at me with a knowing look as the class clapped respectfully at the
finality of her victory over me.  Then she spoke to me, again loud enough
for all to hear.

"Just one last thing, Robbie.  I've noticed in the past that you tend to
stare at us a lot on the machines.  Now I realize that it is hard for you
to take your eyes off us, but you will not be doing that anymore.  Also,
at peak times, when you are using a machine and one of us is waiting??? 
If I were you I would just get off the machine right away and say 'For
you, Ma'am'.  That way you might not get hurt in the future.  Now, you
should leave.  We have work to do.  Serious work by the way."

I managed to get to my feet and didn't look back at the class as I left. 
I could just hear the derision of the woman as they yelled "Bye, Robbie. 
See ya around!"


END!  Comments/Criticism greatly appreciated.