Femdom Lessons

After I had regained my breath and some semblance of com-
posure, she asked me if I thought I could beat her at anything.
I told her that I had done some boxing in college, but that I
would never dream of fighting a girl. She laughed and asked,
“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll clean your clock for you?” and
produced two pair of boxing gloves. I hesitated, but finally
decided this girl needed a lesson, so I put them on and we
squared off. Initially, she seemed content to fight defensively;
I used every trick I knew, but she was incredibly fast, and her
bobbing and weaving caused me to miss almost every punch I threw.
The few that were on target she easily slipped or blocked.
Finally, in desperation, I threw a roundhouse right, but she
stepped inside it and, taking the initiative, began peppering me
with jabs and hooks to my face and body that came with blurring
speed and sent me reeling backward.

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