Sparring Partner
By CoEd Boxer
A man fights a woman against his better judgement, and likes it.


I have to admit, she was cute. 

There she was, all 5’-11” of her yelling at me about how it was her 
“right” to be in the gym using the heavy bag. Her nice chest jiggled as 
she waved her hands around. She was very athletic, and if she weren’t 
being so loud I might have tried to put some moves on her. 

“Listen lady…” I began 

“No YOU listen Bubba!” she fired back. “Take your chauvinistic views and 
stick them where the sun don’t shine. I’ve been boxing for years and I 
probably could kick the asses of most of the guys that train in this 
room.” 

I rolled my eyes. Another one of these ladies who takes a few Cardio-
kickboxing classes and thinks she’s Sugar Ray Leonard. I had no real 
objection to her using the heavy bag, it’s just that the gym was empty 
and I wanted to go home to get some rest. When I told her to knock it 
off, she just lost it. 

“Lady, Listen. I don’t care HOW long you’ve been boxing. I just want you 
to knock it off so I can go home. And besides, I’ve yet to meet the 
woman that can beat a man in the ring” 

Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Maybe I came off as patronizing 
or the typical male jerk. But It really set her off. 

“Ok Bubba. How about this- if I can beat you in the ring I get to stay 
as long as I like?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t like to fight women. I had a bad experience 
once and she got hurt. I swore I’d never do it again”. 

She didn’t seem to hear me though. She kept yelling and stomping. 

As I said before, she looked awfully cute. She was wearing one of those 
Spandex tops that showed off her round, firm breasts. A smooth, hard, 
ripped stomach was bare showing results of thousands of sit-ups. Her 
long legs were well toned and her hips and asses were tightly wrapped in 
a pair of red boy-leg shorts. The thought of getting sweaty with her had 
a certain appeal. 

“Chicken-shit” she yelled. 

And I finally realized that the only way I was going to put a stop to 
this was to climb in the ring and take her down a peg with a few punches 
to her cute little nose. 

“Alright, alright then” I relented. “Give me a second to wrap my hands 
and meet me in the ring.” 

I was confident that I could easily handle this girl. While she was 
suprisingly tall and well muscled I knew a thing or two about boxing 
myself. She may have even outweighed me by a pound or two. I go 148 lbs, 
and she looked to be a well-muscled 145- 150. 

I wrapped my hands and grabbed two pair of gloves from behind the 
counter. I tossed her a pair and worked my hands into the gloves. 

“I’ve got an auto-timer set-up.” I told her. “It’s set-up for 3 minute 
rounds. You got any problem with that?” 

“I don’t think it’ll take me that long” she replied. 

She had brought her own mouthpiece and I put mine in before hitting the 
timer. 

DING! Round 1 was under way. 

She raced out to meet me and fired a looping overhand right that I 
ducked. I spun away and watched her momentum carry her past me. 

“Yeah,” I said dryly “I can see what kind of skills you bring to the 
ring.” 

I danced around her and let her get her balance back. 

I circled right and watched for an opening . I saw one and flicked a 
left jab at her face. 

She managed to deflect it a little bit, but it still glanced off her 
cheek. I jabbed again and this time she blocked it, but the force of the 
punch pushed her gloves back into her face. 

“You sure you want to go through with this?” I asked. 

In response she launched a good left hook that I caught on my elbow. Not 
a bad punch. Maybe she did have a few skills (but I sure wasn’t going to 
let her know that I appreciated them). 

I circled away again and flicked out another jab. This one slipped 
between her guard and snapped her head back, sending her short brown 
hair flying and reddening her nose. 

I didn’t want to hit her with anything powerful, because I was afraid I 
might hurt her. And then there would be all kinds of problems. For some 
reason, folks don’t usually believe you when you say that a woman 
challenged you to a fight and you beat her up. They just assume that the 
guy is an asshole and deserves to be put in jail for hitting a poor 
defenseless girl. 

The rest of the round went pretty much the same way. I threw a few jabs 
to let her know what she could be in for. She blocked some and some got 
through. At the same time, most of her punches glanced harmlessly off my 
guard, except for a decent right hand that caught me near the end of the 
round. 

DING! The bell went off and we went to opposite corners. 

“That the best you’ve got Cowboy?” She snarled. 

“I don’t think you want to see my best” I replied. 

“Hah!” She laughed at me. “You better be ready this round buddy because 
you’re going down” 

I just shook my head. I admit I liked her stubbornness. And I did also 
like seeing how she moved in the ring. Her tight body gleamed with a 
thin layer of sweat, her nipples were poking against her top and she had 
a smell of action about her. I had to be careful or I was going to get a 
bad hardon. 

DING! The bell rang for round two and I still hadn’t figured out a way 
to discourage her without hurting her. 

I moved to the center of the ring and decided to be a little more 
aggressive. This round I lead instead of countering. I pushed a stiffer 
jab at her and she blocked it. I came right back with another jab and 
this time I followed it with my first right hand of the fight. I caught 
her square on the cheek and her head whipped around in a shower of 
sweat. I followed up with a left hook to the ribs that thudded home with 
a satisfying thwack and backed off to giver her chance to call this 
whole thing off. 

She smiled at me. “Gonna take more than that to make me quit” she spat. 

With that she lunged at me with a right hand that made it past my 
relaxed guard. It caught me on my cheek and I definitely felt it. She 
barreled in and hooked to my body with both hands and I was forced to 
retreat under the sheer ferocity of her attack. 

I backed up against the ropes and she threw six or seven punches at my 
body. She seemed to be getting stronger and some of the punches were 
stinging more than a little bit. 

I tucked my elbows and decided I better put and end to this right now. 

I pushed off with my left hand and lifted an uppercut right to her chin 
than caught her flush. 

That slowed her down. 

I spun off the ropes and set up a left hook that I buried in her right 
breast. Hitting a woman there felt a lot different. And I felt an odd 
pleasure in it. 

“Had enough?” I asked. 

“You’re gonna pay for that one Bubba” she replied. 

I shook my head and backed off. I better find some way to discourage her 
or this is gonna go on for a long time. She seemed to be in good shape, 
and there was even an off chance that she could catch me with a lucky 
punch and do some damage. 

No sooner had I thought this then she bulled in again and this time she 
slipped in a wide left hook that stunned me a little bit. I tried to 
dance away but she followed with a right hand that knocked me off 
balance. 

I stumbled to the corner and she poured in after me. She rained a series 
of rights and lefts in on me and I felt myself going out of it a little 
bit. 

The next thing I knew I got hit with a right uppercut and I sank to my 
knees. 

What the hell had just happened? I shook my head to clear it and watched 
her tight ass walk to an opposite corner as she snarled out 
“1…..2……3……4…..” 

I got to me feet by 7 and she asked “have YOU had enough fella?” 

I was damned if I was going to be beat by a girl. 

“That’s it. No more Mr. Nice guy” 

I took a deep breath and moved forward. 

As I expected She moved in fast to try and finish me off. I slipped the 
first overhand right and dug another left hook to her right tit. It was 
kind of like slow motion as I watched the punch compress her breast and 
force it halfway out of her top. 

DING! The bell sounded and I pulled my next punch, but she didn’t pull 
hers. A left hook made me see stars as I walked back to my corner. 

As I sat in my corner I was mad at myself. Not only had I allowed myself 
to goaded into the fight, this girl was actually backing up her boasts. 
It looked like the only way I was going to salvage Any sort of respect 
was to knock her down. I didn’t really want to do it, but I resigned 
myself to it. I looked across the ring and there she was looking all hot 
and sweaty – and confident. I felt my cock getting hard again as I 
checked out her body. There was something very erotic about fighting 
this girl. 

DING! The bell rang again and I made my way out of the corner. I was 
determined to make my point this round. 

No more pitty-pat punches this round. If she wanted a fight she was gong 
to get it. 

I circled slowly to my right and set my feet a little better. She tried 
some jabs and a right hand or two, by I blocked them or slipped them 
with head movement. 

She danced back and I noticed how her chest bobbed  up and down. Those 
nipples were awfully distracting. 

And then it hit me – Why not focus on those tits and make them a target. 

With that idea I flew in with a left hook to the ribs that connected 
solidly. I reared back and placed the next hook a little higher and 
right on her tit again. As the punch landed I could feel my dick getting 
harder. 

I decided to work her inside and I threw a flurry of punches to her 
body. I focused on her cleavage and watch her breasts dance as I hammer 
her body with shot after shot. 

One right uppercut landed perfectly on her left nipple, smashing the 
breast upward and making her gasp in pain. 

I wasn’t going to let up this time.  I Felt a counter right hand hit me 
high on the temple, ringing my bell a little bit. But I kept slugging 
away. Rights and left hands pounded at her body and she gave ground back 
to the corner. 

By now my cock was fully erect. I followed her into the corner and 
Paused for a moment. “Had enough?” I asked. 

“Fuck You” she hissed back. 

I took that as a “no” and hit her with a sweet left hook that buckled 
her knees. I followed with a right to her chin that snapped her head 
back and she leaned against the turnbuckle. 

God She looked magnificent. 

I had to finish it though. I flicked a left hand at her chest and 
admired my handiwork at her tits jiggled. I followed with a right 
uppercut that made her left breast almost jump out of her top. 

I was really excited now and I pawed at her face with a soft left, then 
delivered a perfect straight right hand. 

Her head snapped back and she ricocheted of the turnbuckle against me. 
Then she slowly slumped to the canvas. I could feel her firm sweaty body 
rubbing against me all the way down, and my own knees went weak as she 
brushed against my cock. 

I came, a delicious feeling of release as she lay there on the canvas. 

I walked to a corner and started counting her out. She managed to sit up 
by the count of 8, but there was no way she was going to get up and 
continue. 

When I reached 10. I walked over and got a stool for her to sit on. 

I helped her to the stool and took off her gloves. 

Although she was still a little woozy I could see she was going to be 
OK. 

“Can I get you anything?” I asked. 

“You bastard.” She replied. “I sure hope you enjoyed this, because I’m 
gonna find a way to make you pay – somehow. 

Then she noticed the stain in my crotch. 

“So you get off on beating up women – eh? The next time I’LL decide how 
and when you get off” 

And with that she got to her feet and gathered her things. She left 
without saying another word. 

I felt excited and guilty. I really DID get off on seeing her get beat 
up. But was also a little guilty about doing it. I wondered if I would 
ever see her again as I walked off to the locker room to clean up and go 
home.