Anna continues beating up her professor.

"Not bad? That's all? You haven't even hit me," Anna said. She stood about 8 feet away from Dumas, bouncing lightly on her toes.

"You haven't hit me either. At least not hard enough to matter," Dumas replied. But Anna could tell he was wrong, or lying. He was sweaty and winded, and his face was slightly red. He also wasn't coming after her. Too tired, maybe.

Anna knew she shouldn't give him time to recover. She took two big steps forward and started to throw a jab, then pulled it back when she realized Dumas was attacking too.

He bulled into her, his shoulder crashing into her guard and knocking it aside. He swung a big haymaker that Anna barely avoided, then threw two short hooks to her ribs. She had her elbows down, and they caught most of it.

Anna hit him in the face. Jab, jab. He was too slow to block either of them. Anna saw a satisfying flash of panic on his face as she hit him.

Then he pushed her again with his body, driving her backwards with his larger weight and strength.

Anna's back hit the ropes, and Dumas wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight to him. A clinch. Billy's words to her echoed through her mind--Dumas was clinching because he was losing. Anna squirmed in his tight grip, but couldn't get either arm free.

She could capitalize if she could just get an arm free, but Dumas was too strong. She needed to try something creative. Her face was up against his chest, and she tilted her head back so that her lips could just reach his shirt collar. She kissed his neck, making sure to use her tongue.

Dumas twitched as he felt her tongue on his neck, and instinctively loosened his grip just a bit. Anna's arm was partially free, and she threw an uppercut into Dumas's lower belly. "Hrrrk!" He gave a strangled grunt and his grip slackened even more.

Anna threw more punches into his belly and ribs. He seemed to get a little weaker with each one, until finally she shoved him off of her and he stumbled backward. Anna immediately lunged at him, throwing a flurry of jabs and crosses at his face. He only blocked a few, and the others smashed into his chin, mouth, nose, and cheeks, batting his head this way and that as he backpedaled unsteadily.

Now Anna had Dumas on the ropes, and his only concern was getting away from her. Occasionally he threw a flailing punch, but every time he did, Anna punished him mercilessly by punching him wherever he'd left unguarded. Eventually he just hunkered down and tried to slide away from her punches as best he could.

Anna worked Dumas into one of the corners. Dumas's guard was up, but it was weak. Every time she hit it, it faltered. Dumas stopped throwing any punches and just tried to survive.

Anna relaxed into a pattern that she'd studied on Youtube after her first match with Billy, a pattern she would usually use on a heavy punching bag. But now that Dumas was no threat, he was basically the same as the punching bag, except for all the satisfying moans and groans the sexist professor made when she hit him.

She hit him with a series of punches to the face, and he only blocked the first few before she was able to knock his guard aside. His bewildered face jerked back and forth, his eyes increasingly vacant. When he pulled his guard up too far, Anna switched gears and pummeled him with a series of short blows to his stomach. By now his abs were just as soft as Billy's, softer even, and she felt herself digging into him, knocking a little more of the wind out of him with each hit.

Dumas hunched over, trying to protect his core, and Anna hit him right under the chin with an uppercut. Dumas instantly straightened up, more from the **** of the punch than from his own effort. He staggered back, lolling on the ropes.

"Had enough? Ready to admit defeat?" Anna asked. She made sure to give her voice a bratty tone. She really wanted to embarrass Dumas.

"No way," he growled. He lurched off the ropes toward her. Anna wondered if he knew how weak he looked. Probably not.

Dumas closed the distance between them and swung a few heavy punches at Anna. She sidestepped two and blocked the third on her bicep. It barely hurt. She retaliated with a brutal uppercut that hit him deep in his belly.

"Ooofff," Dumas groaned. He pawed at Anna with a couple of ineffectual punches. She responded with a sharp uppercut under his chin. Then she hit him with an overhand right that caught him in the cheek. His head jerked up and then to the side, and she could see the consciousness flicker in his eyes.

She stepped back, and Dumas collapsed to his knees, moaning, confused, almost knocked out.

Anna put her hands on her hips. "Normally I would just knock you out here," she said, maintaining the bratty tone for maximum humiliation. "But you said you wanted the opportunity to submit before being knocked out," she continued.

"So are you going to be a pussy? Or are you going to stand up and fight?" she asked, cocking her hip and watching him carefully. She didn't normally use the word pussy, but she was trying to get Dumas riled up. She didn't want him to submit, not really. She wanted to knock him the fuck out. She felt a warm wet feeling spreading between her legs at the thought of it, and at the sight of Dumas on his knees before her.