Don't Try This At Home

My girlfriend, Evelyn is a unique woman. There aren't many things she likes better than a good fight. And Evie has a thing for a belly punch. But here's the thing: Evie has never actually seen a real belly punch. She's seen the type of belly punches featured in television and movie fights. And she's seen the pro wrestling version of the belly punch. She enjoys all those, for sure. When she sees one on TV she is obviously excited by it. But in the many fights she has seen, she has never witnessed a belly punch. And she longs to see one. Evelyn says taking it in the belly must be the most embarrassing way to lose a fight.

I told her I agree. And I should know, because I've lost some fights due to a fist in my belly. Well, when she found out I have experience being on the wrong end of a punched belly, she wanted to know all the details about it. So I've told her stories about me being embarrassed by a one punch victory, or a complete belly beating at the hands of another guy. Yep. Punched right in the belly; in front of different girlfriends and in front of the girlfriends of the guys who gave me a belly beating. Evie gets so stimulated when I tell her one of these stories. So, I use the stories as foreplay. She gets so hot to trot when I tell her all about my humiliation. And the fact I have a bit of a soft tummy makes it even hotter for her.

So, this is one of the stories I've told her. She likes this one, and has made me repeat it to her many times. I try to add a little more every time I tell it... Imagine me telling Evie this story. I've included the part where I stop the story and talk right to Evie, before I continue on and finish the rest. So, here it is:

I was going out with a woman named Pat. One Saturday afternoon she asked me to show her how to fight. I told her I would love to do that. For me it was a good way to make myself look impressive. I told her to get into her fight clothes. She wasn't sure what that meant, but she went into the bedroom and two minutes later came out wearing short shorts and a crop top. Perfect. I stripped down to just my undies. I just loved being bare chested for her.

We went in to the living room, and I began to show her some fight techniques. I told her to always protect the belly. And then I told her I always keep my stomach muscles tight so that in the event a punch does get through, it just hits a wall of muscle. She was impressed. Furthermore, I told her that when you deliver a punch you should aim right at the belly button. It's like a target. She liked that.

Then, in the middle of the fight lesson, the doorbell rang. Pat ran to door to see who it was. She lived in an apartment. It was her neighbour in the next suite, a young woman by the name of Bailey. Bailey was with her boyfriend, Ken. Bailey wanted to know what Pat was up to. So, Pat told Bailey I was showing her how to fight; that I was showing her how important protecting the belly is. When Bailey heard this, a little smile came over her face. She pulled her boyfriend into her, and whispered something in his ear.

The next thing I knew, Ken came in and confronted me. "Maybe you should show me how to fight," he said. With that, he whipped his shirt off and stood there in a fight stance. I looked over at Pat, and she had a look on her face as if to say, "Mmmmmm... oh good, a fight!" So what else could I do? I had to fight Ken.

Bailey and Pat stood side by side to watch. And I could see they couldn't wait to see what would happen. I put my fists up, and came at Ken. I took a swing at him, but he blocked it with his left arm. Suddenly I felt his right fist sinking into my belly. I let out a big "OOOOOFFF," as all the air rushed out of me. Pat later told me it was the loudest "Ooofff" she had ever heard, and she had heard plenty of them.

As soon as he pulled his fist out of my belly, I felt his other fist sink into my belly. Then, I felt two more hard punches sink deep into my belly.

("Oh Evie!!! I didn't protect my belly. And I didn't keep my stomach muscles tight. I got worked over right in front of Pat and Bailey. It was so embarrassing. I could hear Bailey telling Ken to "Give him one more in the belly just for me.")

I started to beg Ken to stop. "Okay, okay, I've had enough." I said, over and over. While I was begging, I looked over at Pat. I could tell she was embarrassed. I finally just sagged down to the floor and held on to my belly for dear life. I kept begging Ken to stop, but now it was louder and more passionate. I just wanted the belly beating to end. There were a few more punches to my sore belly, as Ken went down on one knee and dropped his fists into my belly. And then, finally, the beating came to an end.

As Bailey left triumphantly with Ken, she loudly told Pat,"Maybe Ken should come by tomorrow and show your "man" how to fight."

And so, there I was, alone to face Pat. I could tell she was disappointed, a bit miffed, and very embarrassed. I didn't know what to say. I just held on to my belly and groaned.

That's when Pat came up to me and started to dig her fingers between my hands and my belly. She felt around with her fingers for a bit, and then found my belly button and exclaimed, "Oh! Here it is! I found it!! I thought Ken might have beaten the navel right off you." And she giggled. She wanted to make my humiliation worse.

About an hour later, I was sitting and sulking. Pat came up to me and suddenly placed her forefinger right into my belly button. "This is where Ken punched ya," she said with glee. "I watched him beat your tummy up right in front of me and Bailey. And I loved every moment of it." She loved my humiliation. Just loved it. And she loved teasing me about it.