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Old 17-Oct-16, 00:09
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Default Maledom - Submissive Female Punching Bag (Boxing / BDSM)

"Sophie - Submissive Female Punching Bag"
A maledom boxing/BDSM story by Ringmaster

Sophie stood in the center of a dark, featureless room, waiting for “Mr. Smith” to arrive. She was petite with hourglass curves, smooth, milk-white skin, and natural red hair that fell just past her shoulder blades. She had a beautiful, girlish face: deep green eyes ringed in dark eye shadow, a dainty nose, well-defined cheekbones, and plush, kissable, bright red lips.

She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, either from anticipation or the fact that she was hardly wearing a thing. Her generous, natural D-cups were almost spilling out of her strapless, lacy black bra, which matched the black lace panties barely covering her perky ass and black thigh-high stockings encasing her gorgeous legs. She wasn’t wearing any shoes, and she absentmindedly shifted in her stocking feet as they got cold on the concrete floor.

Finally, the door at the other end of the room opened and Smith walked in. She looked him up and down: He was in his 30s, 6-feet tall, well-built, and good-looking in an unremarkable, almost anonymous way. When she noticed the duffle bag he was carrying, Sophie felt the tingle of anticipation again. What’s in there?

He stood a few feet from her and eyed her eagerly. “You must be Sophie,” he said.

“Yes sir,” came the trained reply.

Smith dropped his duffel bag on the floor and paced around Sophie, examining her body and prompting more nervous stocking-feet shuffling. He stopped directly in front of her, eyes locked on her ample chest and soft, supple belly. She felt exposed by his gaze, her pulse quickening.

“Remove your bra and panties,” he said sternly. She obeyed without hesitation, just like she’d be trained. “Yes sir.” She unhooked her black lace bra, letting her voluptuous tits hang down over her smooth white stomach and deep naval. Sophie’s round pink nipples stiffened from the cool air, and from arousal at being bossed around. Next she slipped off her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed, reddish-brown bush.

“What do you think?” A new voice came from behind Sophie, one she knew well. Mistress Madeline (or “M”), the head dominatrix of the fetish club, walked over to Smith. M was taller than Sophie, roughly 5’8”, with pale white skin and shiny, chin-length jet-black hair. Her eyes were a steely blue, made even more intense by her dark, almost gothic eye shadow. Her blood-red lips were turned up in a knowing smirk.

Sophie noticed M’s outfit was different than her usual, all-leather uniform: She was wearing a tight, black-and-white-striped t-shirt with a deep v-neck that dipped well below her impressive double-D cleavage, black bicycle shorts that hugged her round ass, and black wrestling boots.

“She’s perfect,” said Smith. “She’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

Sophie felt a quick jolt of pleasure, followed by an uneasy thought. What has he been looking for, exactly?

“Wonderful. I knew she would be the perfect fit for your … session,” said M. “She’s a new girl, and still hasn’t been properly broken in just yet. So … let’s get started, shall we?”

M produced a nylon rope and quickly bound Sophie’s wrists together over her head. Then she pulled down a hooked chain hidden in the ceiling and, with the skill of a seasoned veteran, hoisted Sophie up off the ground by her wrists. Sophie gasped and swayed as she tried to steady herself, and was barely able to touch her stocking-clad toes to the ground.

Meanwhile, Smith unbuttoned and removed his shirt, revealing a muscular chest, shoulders, and particularly beefy arms. He stripped off his pants, socks, and shoes, until he stood before Sophie and M in thin gym shorts. “Mmmm,” purred M approvingly. Sophie watched intently as Smith unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out … two red leather boxing gloves.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized what was happening. He’s going to use me as his punching bag, thought Sophie. She glanced nervously over at M, who she now deduced was the referee. M returned her gaze, and like a mind reader, nodded to confirm Sophie’s fears.

Smith strapped on the gloves and pounded his fists together menacingly. M stepped between Smith and Sophie, who was still straining to keep her toes in contact with the ground. “Now remember,” M said to Smith, “you break it, you bought it.” He nodded. Satisfied, M stepped aside. “She’s all yours, champ.”

Smith didn’t waste time. He raised his gloves and hunched his shoulders in a fighter’s pose. Sophie’s mind immediately went to the scene in Rocky where Stallone trained in the meat locker, only this time she was the unfortunate piece of meat to be pummeled.

Suddenly, Smith’s right glove shot out and struck her right on her belly button. “AUUUGHH!” The impact forced Sophie’s toes off the ground and she swung away from him. Her skin felt the sting of the leather, and a dull pain radiated from her navel where his fist smashed into her abs. Her mind raced: Oh goddd. That really hurt… She anxiously bit her lip, dreading the next punch. Instead of just one, she got two: A quick left-right combination, aimed directly at her soft belly button. “UNNHH! OOHHFF!” Smith followed that up with a left hook to Sophie’s vulnerable ribs that shook her whole body and again knocked her off her feet. “AAANGH!” When she swung back toward him, a right hook to her fully exposed left side landed with a solid THUD. “ARRH!” Sophie struggled to regain her balance and remain on her feet. Her chest heaved as she started taking deep breaths to replace the air Smith had pounded from her body.

Smith stepped in close again and unloaded a hard right to her lower belly that sank in deep. “OOOUUUGHHHHH!” Sophie felt queasy from the blow and reflexively lifted her stocking-clad knees in an effort to protect her weakening belly. Smith stepped back. “How long can you keep your legs up, girl?” he taunted. Indeed, Sophie’s legs began to tire almost immediately — and with her arms tied above her head there was no way she could defend herself. After a pitiful few seconds, Sophie’s tired legs dropped back down in defeat. Smith stepped forward again, and pulled his right fist back, ready to unleash more punishment.

Sophie winced, expecting a blast to her belly, but instead his glove smashed into her left thigh. “AAHH!” she cried out in pain and surprise. Smith began punching her supple, stocking-clad thighs over and over again as Sophie wailed uncontrollably. She looked over at M for help, but M was visibly excited by the beatdown and not going to end the poor submissive’s pain any time soon. Sophie’s knees smacked together as Smith pounded her legs and hips, finally ending his barrage with a brutal uppercut to her lower belly that sank in deeper than ever. Sophie croaked and again reflexively tried to lift her legs to protect her aching gut, but her muscles were useless — her legs were now bruised jelly.

Smith went back to work on Sophie’s midsection with eerily calm determination. WHUD! “AUGHH!” A right cross to her lower belly. THWACK! “N-AAGH!” A sharp left hook to her ribs. THUD! “OOOOOUUUGHHH!” Another penetrating lower-belly shot, three inches below her navel. Sophie’s head sagged and she watched Smith’s fists crash into her vulnerable body through half-shut eyes. Her plump breasts shuddered and jumped with every devastating impact. He now punched with more speed and power then before, landing quick combinations all over her belly, once ivory white and now a painful-looking shade of pink and shiny with sweat.

THUDD! “AAUUUNGHH!” Sophie’s head whipped back and forth in agony as his rock-hard fists pounded her soft, delicate belly and dangerously exposed ribs harder and faster. SMACK! WHACKK! THWACK! “OUULPPH! AUUNGH! UNNNGHH!” Like a machine, Smith powered one piercing punch after another into her stretched abs, and Sophie could do nothing but absorb the punishment. Above her, the chain rattled with each devastating blow. WHUDD! “ANNHH!” WHAM! “N-UNH!” THUD! “OOUUUGH!”

Sophie lost count of how many punches she’d taken. Her belly felt like she’d swallowed hot coals. After yet another ab-busting combination to her lower belly and ribcage, Smith stepped in close and delivered a brutal right uppercut to her weak solar plexus that winded Sophie badly. “WHHHHUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!” Her eyes bugged, and her cheeks puffed out as oxygen exploded out of her lungs like a torrent. Not satisfied, Smith immediately fired two more hard uppercuts into her aching solar plexus. THWACK! WHACK! Her body violently rocked with each impact and her feet left the floor, but Sophie was too breathless to make any sound other than a low gurgle. Her eyes fluttered, flirting with unconsciousness, and a thin line of saliva trickled down to her sweaty, heaving breasts.

“My goodness,” M cooed to Smith, stepping in front of his thoroughly beaten punching bag. “You are really getting a workout today, aren’t you?”

He slammed his gloved fists together. “I’m not finished with her yet,” he rumbled.

“Oh no, she has a long way to go,” said M. Behind her, Sophie moaned. “But I think I all this pain deserves a little pleasure.”

Despite the horrible ache radiating from her punished midsection and her battered thighs, Sophie felt a tingle of excitement at these words. She looked down at her battered, red and bruised stomach and felt completely broken, but she longed for M to reward her, but she realized that she wanted Smith to have his way with her too. Through the pain, she could feel heat and wetness between her thighs. She was incredibly aroused by being abused by a powerful, dominant male.

M was turned on, too: Her perky nipples were hard and poking through her thin referee shirt. She put her hands on Smith’s solid chest and ran them down his abs and between his legs, squeezing his penis through his shorts. “My goodness,” she said again.

Sophie watched jealously as M squatted down, pulled out Smith’s thick, hard cock, and expertly slipped it between her glossy, dark-red lips. Sophie was reduced to a helpless bystander, watching the back of M’s head as it bobbed and weaved, not unlike a boxer’s. Smith wrapped his gloves on the sides of M’s head as she sucked and slurped, and he began to push his cock in deeper and deeper. M gagged and grunted as he slid his entire dick into her throat, but took it like a champ.

Sophie had never been more turned on watching Smith ram his manhood into M’s face. Craving to be part of the action, and finally able to breathe again, she whimpered, “Please…”

M pulled herself away from Smith’s strong grip. Out of breath, she turned to Sophie. “What did you say, slave?”

“P-please, sir…” Sophie whispered to Smith. “I want to pleasure you.”

M wiped her mouth and looked up at Smith. “I guess we should continue the workout then,” she said with a devilish smile.

Sophie’s eyes went wide in horror. “Oh no, nooo-OOAAAAUUUUGHHH!” Smith cut her off with a piledriving right fist that crushed her belly button. “NNNNGH!” He wickedly ground his glove into her tenderized muscles; Sophie could swear she felt her organs compress against her spine. “UNNNNNNGH! UNNH!”

With his glove still in Sophie’s guts, M went back to work on Smith’s cock, licking his shaft up and down like it was ice cream on a hot July day. “Mmmmmm… Ohmmmm…” she murmured as she loudly licked and kissed his balls, sucking one and then the other into her dark-red mouth.

Despite M’s oral distraction, Smith started working over poor Sophie’s body again in earnest. He fired brutal combinations that landed all over her torso with incredible speed and precision. Each punch made Sophie’s head jerk back and forth until she felt the room spin and her vision get fuzzy. Winded and punch-drunk, she barely had enough energy left to moan in pain.

M pulled her mouth off Smith’s cock with a loud ‘smack.’ She looked up at him and grinned, eyes flashing. “Why don’t you practice your uppercuts?”

Smith swung his right glove up, smashing into the underside of Sophie’s voluptuous left breast and sending it airborne. “AAAIIIEEE!” Sophie squealed and gritted her teeth in agony. Another fist collided with her right tit, sending it flying. “AAAGHH!” Smith rapidly pumped uppercut after uppercut into her chest, bouncing her full, natural breasts off his gloves like they were pillowy speedbags. Sophie had been flogged on her tits before, but this was far worse. The pain was intense, and Sophie choked back tears as sweat sprayed off her tits with each brutal punch.

Sophie looked down through watery eyes at M, who was still on her knees, but now turned to watch the carnage as she stroked Smith’s cock, taking periodic drags off it like a cigar. Smith landed a right hook to Sophie’s left breast, forcing her whole body to spin to the right. “UNH!” Before she could turn all the way around, Smith hooked her right breast, knocking her the opposite direction, like a sadistic game of tetherball. “ANGH!”

Sophie’s once-pale tits were now bright pink and throbbing from Smith’s onslaught. She could feel bruises starting to form on her chest to match the ones on her stomach and legs. But Smith didn’t let up, and now focused his wrath on her round, pink nipples like they were two bouncing bullseyes. Smith pulled his fist back and connected full-force with Sophie’s left nipple, and she felt her tit flatten painfully against her ribcage. “AAAAAUNNNGH!” Smith then pancaked her right breast and Sophie’s entire body shuddered. “NAAAUGHH!” Sophie was starting to slip out of consciousness, but Smith kept up the punishment, pounding her battered tits with straight shots, hooks, and devastating uppercuts while M enthusiastically sucked his dick.

After several never-ending minutes of pummeling, Smith suddenly stopped. His punching bag opened one eye just in time to see Smith grunt loudly and come deep inside M’s mouth. “GGK!” M gagged, but swallowed every last drop like a pro, then caressed his shaft with the flat of her soft, pink tongue. “Mmmmmmm,” she cooed, licking her blood-red lips. “What a great workout. Training is finished for the day.”

M stood up to untie the barely-conscious Sophie. “Time to hit the showers, champ.” Smith stood perfectly still. He didn’t take orders well. M turned to face him again. “I said—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Smith’s fist rammed into M’s totally relaxed, delicate stomach. “WOOOULPHHHN!” She instantly folded in half around his glove and wrapped her arms around her wounded midsection. “Uuugh… No! What’re…?” Smith answered with a cruel right hook to M’s ribs, causing her to gush air through gritted teeth. CRACK! “HH-HKKK!” M’s knees wobbled, but Smith straightened her up and leaned her against Sophie, who was starting to come around.

“No…” M whimpered. But it did nothing to stop Smith from launching another gloved missile straight into her lower belly. “OOOOULPHHH!” M’s eyes and tongue bulged as she slumped forward, but Smith pushed her upright again, setting her up for another blow right to the pit of her stomach. “OOOUUUUGHHH!” Sophie could feel the impact through M’s body, and a small part of her winced inside. Still, the wicked thought of M getting even just a taste of what she’d been through brought a satisfied smile to Sophie’s sweaty, tear-soaked face.

From up on the chain, she watched as Smith tortured M’s heavy breasts with hooks and uppercuts, pounding them out of her thin cotton v-neck. THUD! THUDD! “AAANGH! N-AANNH!” Her long, pointed nipples made beautiful targets for Smith’s sledgehammer fists. Sophie watched in horror and awe as his rough leather gloves pummeled M’s huge, soft tits without mercy. “Urmmm…” M was starting to crumble, so Smith wound back his fist and sunk in one last deep, piercing belly shot (“OOOUUUUGHHHHH!”) before wrapping his left glove around her neck to hold her up for the knockout punch. Smith pulled his right arm back as far as it could go and unleashed a vicious right cross to M’s jaw. CRACKK! M didn’t have time to make a sound — her lights were completely out. Sophie watched as M’s head spun around, eyes vacant and fluttering shut. She collapsed onto the cold concrete floor in a heap and didn’t move a muscle.

Smith tore off his gloves, and looked down at M’s unconscious body with contempt. “Now my training session’s over, bitch,” he spat. He looked up at Sophie, still hanging like a piece of meat, glistening with sweat, and now covered from her neck to her knees in red splotches and fist-shaped bruises. Sophie eyed him back warily; after watching him knock M out cold, she was both more afraid of him and more turned on than ever.

“You hung in there, girl,” said Smith.

Sophie beamed. “Thank you, sir.”

Sophie felt a wave of euphoria sweep over her beaten body. She basked in the man’s praise, no matter how terse, and felt proud to have lasted much longer than M against a real boxer like Smith. Sophie watched as he reached down and picked up M’s limp body. In a smooth motion, he hoisted M over his shoulder and started walking out of the room. M’s eyes flitted halfway open. “Wha…?”

Smith’s laugh was a low rumble. “Time to hit the showers.”
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Love this! more F vs M gut punishment! doesn't matter who is the domme/sub. All extremely hott
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Mistress gets dominated. My kind of story.
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Great story novel concept loved the twist at the ends
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