MMA Fighting

Not sure if you guys know this, but I’ve been doing some kickboxing at the gym. My husband talked me into it. He’s all into MMA and trains a bit. We watch the fights together even. Poor Ronda! Congratulations to Holly!

I thought it was time david and I sparred a bit. Yes he outweighs me, is much taller and stronger, and has more skill. But I hold the ace: I make the rules!

So I got into my little black shorts, a sports bra, and little black top that I tied up to show off my tummy (he likes my tummy – I work hard at it, he better). The little black shorts show off my backside nicely as well…

Then I wrapped my hands and put on my pink (of course) boxing gloves.

He put on his shorts and top and his black boxing gloves. We cleared out the furniture in the living room and I set the rules. We were to do three three-minute rounds of standup fighting. Then we would take off the gloves and do two three-minute rounds of grappling. I setup a round timer app on my iPhone for eight three-minute rounds with one minute breaks between (you’ll learn why the extra three rounds soon enough!)

The rules for standup were as follows.

He was not allowed to punch me in my face or head, but he could hit me, lightly, in the body and legs.
I could go as hard as I wanted anywhere on him. He ought to know how to defend himself, right?

The rules for grappling were

You get points for removing your opponents clothing, for groping them, for smacking their ass, and for putting them into humiliating positions.
Of course there was no striking by him anywhere except lightly on my ass to get spank points.
I could strike him anywhere, and as hard as I wanted.
Usual banned moves in grappling, except my squeezing his balls was definitely allowed, but him squeezing my tits hard was definitely not (a gentle grope was fine, assuming he could get it).
While I would get points for putting him into humiliating poses, he was not allowed to put me into any humiliating positions at all.
If I was moving him into a humiliating pose, he was not allowed to stop me.
If he managed to get a dominant position or a submission hold he had to let go of it right away.
If I got a dominant position I could stay there as long as I wanted.
If I got a submission on him I would instantly win.
He was not allowed to rip or completely remove any of my clothing (but he could bare my ass or tits by lifting or lowering if he was man enough while I elbowed him in the face).
Once I started removing any of his clothes, he was not allowed to stop me by holding them in place (he could wiggle to try to get away though).

And to determine the ultimate winner:

If the contest went to the judge’s scorecard, I would be the sole judge.

I think it was a pretty fair contest, no?

And the stakes were pretty high, let me tell you. Loser had to get spanked by the winner for one three-minute round; had to suck cock for one three-minute round, and had to take it up the ass for one three-minute round. I sure hoped it wouldn’t be me losing! Can you imagine my Lilly-white ass getting a spanking from him? Or me on my knees sucking his cock?? Or worse still, me bending over and him fucking my tight little asshole with his cock??? I would have to bring my A-game for sure to beat such a formidable opponent as my david!

We were ready to go.

DING! Round One!

I slugged away at his face but mainly punched his gloves as he was cowering behind them. I let go one into his rib cage that made him say “Ooof!” I backed away and he came after me. I let him have a front kick to his belly. That’s my best kick! Totally caught him with it. His punches were really slow, but he tapped me lightly once or twice on my body. What a total wimp. I was beating his ass! Yay! Once he almost punched me in the face, but for some reason the punch stopped before it even touched me. Ha! I let him have one into his ribs for his trouble! Who’s ‘yo Mama? We got close and we clinched up. I pulled his head down and tried really hard to knee him in his balls. But he was onto me and kept my hips pushed away so I couldn’t quite reach his precious family jewels. When we broke the little shit kicked me in the legs. Ouch! Little bitch. I was going to really let him have it but he got saved by the round one bell. Lucky he got the bell or I would surely have knocked him unconscious!

Nice workout. It got a little sheen of sweat on the both of us. This fighting shit is fun!

DING! Round Two!

We came out and touched gloves. Pretty much a repeat of the first round. He seemed totally unable to get anywhere near my head, and he covered up pretty good, and was pretty good at dodging and weaving (read: running away) so it was hard for me to really clock him. I did get a few more T kicks into his soft belly. And ripped some good shots into his ribs. He did manage to punch me gently in the tummy, and kick me in the legs and side, but they were pathetically light, and I taunted him with “Is that all you got, bitch?!”

DING! Round Three!

This time I was serious. He was going DOWN!

I came out swinging and made him cower behind his gloves. When he was all covering up I gave him a good kick to his leg. Let him get a taste of his own medicine! It was pretty much a repeat of the last round. He kept aiming for my face and head and totally missing. And any blows he got through to my body and legs were weak like a baby. Meanwhile I teed off on him with good hard kicks and punches that had him cowering and begging for his Mommy. Unfortunately, by the end of the round he was still standing, but the score was CLEARLY three to nothing for me.

By this time, we both had a really good sweat going on. We took off the gloves and wraps. I paused the clock while we got ready for the grappling. He kept foolishly taunting me, saying the wrestling was coming up and how he was so much bigger, stronger and more skilled that I would be stripped bare and have to get spanked, suck cock, and take it up my ass. In his dreams, I told him. I was up three rounds and I had no intention of losing this match, even if I could.

We put some Yoga mats down on top of the carpet. I unpaused the timer. He was already kneeling on the ground. I looked down at him. “You’re going down, bitch!” I told the cocky little bastard.

I knelt in front of him and the timer went off for the first round of mixed grope-strip grappling.

DING! Round Four!

Not even close! Every time he seemed to get the advantage I easily reversed him and got on top. Once or twice, when I was in guard, he got a little titty squeeze in.

He paid for each squeeze in spades with my elbow into his guts after I got back on top, which was surprisingly easy.

We were rolling around on top of each other. Both of us were super sweaty. He got a little spank in onto my ass. I returned the favour with a hard whack to his and a deep wedgy. He did manage to pull my shorts down a bit and grope both bare and covered ass. But I quickly reversed the situation and put him into one awkward position after another. As he was leaning over me once I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. That slowed him down. I jumped around onto his back and pulled the shirt clean off him. His shorts were next. I reached out and squeezed his balls. That took the wind out of his wrestling sails! He went to his belly to try to protect his precious little balls. I took the opportunity to pull his shorts down to mid-thigh and spank him over his undies. That earned me big humiliation points! But he put up a struggle and managed to get away from me and retain his shorts by the end of the round.

DING! Round Five!

Bitch was mine this round!

This time I gave him a slap across the face which seemed to surprise him. Using that, I knocked him over and went back to work on his shorts. This time I got them down and right off him. I waved them around in the air in triumph, taunting the little underweared bitch, and threw his forfeit gym shorts across the room.

The rest of the round was pure humiliation for him. No matter what he did he could not stop me from lowering his undies and smacking his bare ass, or showing off his bare penis to the “crowds” (we were broadcast on Pay-Per-View you know). Each time he pulled his undies back up, then each time I went in for the kill again, stealing his modesty anew. At one point I stacked him so that his heels were over his head and his ass was high in the air. I pulled his shorts down his legs and smacked his bare ass. I spread his cheeks so the cameras would have a bird’s eye view of his open asshole. He was totally humiliated live on PPV. This little bitch would not be able to show his face in an MMA gym again!

I finished him by stripping his undies clean off and sitting on top of him.

He was buck naked on Pay-Per-View. Beaten by a girl! Ha Ha! Just then the round timer went off ending the final round. I stayed on him, making him say “Uncle” and admit that he lost the match fair and square. I stood up and celebrated my victory! Girl Power!

I told him we still had three rounds left, and made him tell me what each round would consist of.

“Spanking, cock-sucking, and ass fucking,” he moaned.

I made him get on his knees, spread his legs, raise his ass, arch his back, and put his face on the mat. That’s how he would be spending the one minute rest between the remaining rounds.

I know, too bad for him. He was so close to being able to spank and dominate me with his cock. So close. He just wasn’t able to pull it off. Now he would be suffering the consequences of taunting me with that fate.

I decided he’d get his spanking right in the middle of the wrestling ring. I fetched an implement. A thin stingy hardwood paddle. I only had three minutes to spank his ass and I wanted to leave an impression. I knelt on one knee and made him bend over my other. I held him there like that and waited for the bell.

DING! Round Six!

I started going at him…

Oh yes, it was that humiliating! Spanked naked across a woman’s knee in front of millions of home viewers. His penis, testicles, and asshole waving in the air for all to see as he received his womanly comeuppance with my hard little paddle.

I went at him hard and fast. I maintained a cadence of between one and two paddle strokes per second. Three minutes? That’s likely somewhere around 300 paddle strokes! Well if he’s going to lose a fight to a girl, that’s what he gets. I can’t do anything about that. I REDDENED that ass! It was fire engine red and turning white in the middles before I was done. He was literally begging for it to stop, but the round timer was relentless: his cruel Mistress Siri.

Finally, to his immense relief, the round timer signaled the end of his three minutes of ass blistering paddling. I pushed him off my leg and he rolled around on the ground clutching his ass. What a spectacle he was making of himself. Big tough MMA fighter! Dick flopping on his belly as he rubbed his girl-smacked ass. Well a bet’s a bet and that’s what losers get: a good old-fashioned ass cracking across the winner’s knee!

I put him back into kneeling position and got ready for round seven. I had to pause the timer to get enough time to get my strap-on properly attached. I re-started the timer and went to stand in front of him.

DING! Round Seven!

I made him kneel in front of me. I grabbed his hair, and I pulled him down onto my big hard dick. He put his mouth around it and went deep. No no. I told him to kiss it first. To work the tip with his tongue. To take in only a little bit at first. He needed to do it properly!

Before the end of the round, I did however have him deep-throating that cock. I am so impatient with the gagging! He really needs to learn to get that throat open more.

As he sucked, I made him spit on his hand and play with his hard cock, as it was clearly excited sucking dick.

All too soon his three minutes of public cock sucking were over as the bell rang again.

I made him resume his kneeling position for the one minute rest period. I asked him if he wanted me to use his rest period to loosen up his asshole with a finger fucking, or if he was going to take the dick in cold into his ass at the next bell. The little princess practically begged me for his finger fucking!

I paused the timer so I would have more time to properly loosen him up.

I got some lube, got behind him, and stuck a digit right up there. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped my finger in and out of his ass. First one finger, then two, and then three. I couldn’t believe he had begged me for this finger fucking. Bad enough he was going to get sodomized by a woman on Pay-Per-View, but to be finger fucked by her first? Disgraceful!

When I judged him loose enough to take my cock up his ass, I pulled out my finger and wiped it on a paper towel. He was clean back there. I guess he was expecting this outcome.

Before restarting the timer, I sneakily adjusted the round length to ten minutes without him knowing. He would think this next “three minute” round was endless!

DING! Round Eight!

I lined up my big white dildo on his asshole and pushed in. He moaned, but his asshole opened like a flower and sucked in my cock like magic. I started the pumping action.

Poor little bitch. First he gets beat by a woman. Then he gets spanked like a woman, made to suck cock like a woman, finger-fucked ass high like a woman, and now cock-fucked like a woman doggy style. I made him continue rubbing his dick as I pumped him. When I judged we were about half way through I pulled out and put him on his back. I made him raise his knees. I knelt low in front of him, and re-inserted from the front, missionary position.

I lowered my top so that he, and the whole Pay-Per-View audience, could see my bare breasts. I’m a woman and proud of it, and proud of my breasts. I wanted no doubt in his, or anybody else’s mind, that he was being fucked like a woman, BY a woman. My proud bare titties were a symbol of that.

“Is the timer on?” he asked.

“Yup. Set for three minutes. Is it feeling longer than that, loser bitch?”

I bent backwards to thrust deeper. And I also made him work to fuck himself on my dildo. I squirted lube on his cock and told him to get himself off while my penis was inside of him.

He rubbed, moaned, and wiggled on my cock. I taunted him, “are you going to cum for me bitch? Huh? Are you ‘gonna cum with a big hard cock up your ass? Show off your true colours?” It was all too much for him. He completely disgraced himself with a messy ejaculation on his tummy and chest with my cock buried deep into him to the hilt.

Literally ten seconds later, the bell went off ending the event. Ha Ha! He didn’t even go the distance!

I pulled out of him and cleaned off my dildo (it wasn’t messy). I grabbed him by the hair and made him kneel. I told him to look into the camera so the whole PPV audience could see a beaten little bitch. I scooped up his cum with my fingers, pushed it into his mouth, and made him swallow. I stuck my fingers into his mouth and made him suck on them to clean them up, and swallow any remaining goo.

I then took off the strap-on and stripped off all my clothes. I put him on his back on the mat and sat on his face.