Apparently - High

Billy tried to calm his nerves as Karen swayed her tight ass towards him, in front of the crowd of moms.

He was a champion. He was a legend. Karen was just some… Some arrogant milf. There was no way she could knock him out in one punch. If she did, it would be the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to him… But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t be able to.

“You look tense,” Karen smirked, stopping beside him. Billy lowered his shoulders, trying to appear more relaxed, but not actually untensing his muscles the way he wanted to.

Truth be told, Karen didn’t expect to be able to knock Billy out either. Why should she? She’d never been in a fight. Not a physical one, anyway. And he hadn’t even taught them how to throw a punch yet. He was a strong young man who, apparently, was the best boxer in the school. He could take whatever she gave him.

Karen just liked derailing things, and taking control. Interrupting his lesson to make the moms questions whether this sport would be safe for their daughters, then pressuring Billy into letting her punch him in the face. She interpreted his tense body to be a sign of frustration, at the way she had **** him to divert from his lesson plan. And now, she got to punch him in the face, for free, and he just had to take it like a good little boy. Frustrated as he may be, he couldn’t help but be **** to follow along with Karen’s intrusion. She loved being the queen bee.

“Are you ready?” she asked, bringing her gloved fist back over her shoulder. Billy shuddered, a chill running through his body.

He had to calm down. He was so fidgety, struggling to appear confident. Him and Karen were standing in full view of all the other moms. Looking weak, or nervous, or actually getting knocked the fuck out, weren’t options. And he knew that all this overthinking only made his odds of preventing any of that worse.

“Just give me a second,” he said, closing his eyes and taking in a slow, deep breath.

BAM!

Karen wasn’t patient enough to wait, and let her fist fly. The world moved on HER schedule, not anybody else’s. But that bitchy impatience of hers was just what did it. Billy never saw the punch coming, and between the unseen surprise hit, his internal fears, and his recovering chin… Karen actually knocked him out.

Billy’s legs dipped. He balanced in a sort of crouch for just a moment, before he blacked out all the way. His knees buckled and he flopped over, ****. The moms all gasped as their instructor fell, defeated, landing unceremoniously on his face.

Karen was shocked too. She had just wanted to take out some anger on his face. Flex her queen bee muscles by forcing him to let her punch him. She hadn’t expected him to fold like that. The **** lump never even had a chance to realize he’d been slept.

“Oh my goodness… He’s knocked out!” a mom from the crowd spoke, breaking the stunned silence.

“Wh-What-?” Karen stammered, gawking down at his crumpled body. Her gloved hand came to her chest reflexively, her heart picking up speed.

Had she really just done that?

Processing the moment, Karen quickly recovered her composure. A cruel smirk crossed her lips. She intended to take full advantage of this unexpected situation, and after a brief adjustment in her planned “narrative”, she spoke again.

“N-Never been knocked out, huh?” she flipped Billy over onto his back with a foot, rolling his limp, muscular form over to get a good look at his **** face. “Well, there’s a first time for everything…”

As he was guided towards flopping onto his back, Billy’s dumbass face was exposed to the world. His eyes were closed, his mouth hanging open as if he were catching flies. It was almost like there was a moronic look of shock frozen on his face. The poor boy would probably never remove this embarrassing image, this terribly humiliating first impression, from any of the moms’ stunned, gawking heads.

“You just lost your knockout virginity, ‘champ’,” Karen sneered.

The group stood around Billy’s defeated body, not knowing what to do for a few minutes. They began discussing if they should call someone for help or just wait it out. Some of the moms seemed concerned for the rough-looking snoozer’s health.

For her part, Karen was leading the conversation towards just waiting his little nap out and watching him, her calm bossy control silencing the more worried mothers’ anxious concerns. As usual, the group submitted to Karen’s leadership, and just stared down at Billy in silence, waiting for him to wake up. His large, strong, rounded muscles, lying relaxed and useless on the mat. His handsome, chiseled face frozen in that idiotic, downright ugly sleeping expression.

Eventually he jolted, snorted, and started to slowly stir…

“Well, look who decided to join us…” Karen sneered.

Billy woke up with a groan, rubbing his chin. He was surprised to find a boxing glove on his hand when he did so, and the sensation of it against his chin made a chill shudder run down his spine.

“Wh-What happened…?” he asked, not even trying to sit up just yet.

“You fell asleep on us,” Karen said with a smug look, placing her gloved hands on her wide hips. Holy shit, she was LOVING this… It was even better than anything she could’ve hoped for.

“Sh-She knocked you out…” one of the more timid moms explained. “She punched you once and… And you…”

“You got slept.”

Billy’s jaw dropped. Now he sat up, eyes wide and gawking around the surrounding crowd. He looked right at the timid mom who had joined in, trying to confirm what he had just heard, but she just looked away bashfully.

Holy shit… Karen knocked him out? In front of EVERYONE? She had questioned his ability to take a punch, and then in front of his whole class… She slept him.

“I guess I overestimated you. I thought you’d at least be able to handle ONE punch…” Karen jeered, loving the chance to dominate and humiliate such an esteemed student. Such a proud young man.

Making herself the center of attention again was enough of a delight already, but this was made even better by the fact that Billy was one of Heather’s brats. That perfect bitch everyone loved so much, with her perfect fucking kids. Clever Anna and athletic prodigy Billy. Well, Heather’s brats weren’t so perfect after all, were they?

“I thought you said boxing wasn’t dangerous… I don’t want my daughter in this club if you can get hurt so easily like that!” Karen commented, turning to the other moms now in a kind of appeal. Most seemed to agree.

“Were you really knocked out?” one of the moms prodded Billy. “You weren’t faking? Karen really did that to you?”

“But you’re a fighter… Aren’t you any good?” another chimed in.

“You look so confused, are you feeling alright?”

“Leave the poor boy alone! He’s probably seriously messed up right now.”

A series of the mothers’ concerned comments rushed out over the stunned Billy, coming from all directions. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by this class of milfs who had all just seen him fall to one of their own. Words flowed over his lost body, until Karen spoke again, and the other moms quieted down to listen.

“No, no, that’s…” Billy started.

“What’s your excuse, sweetie?” Karen teased. “Going to say you weren’t ready?”

Billy just shut his mouth and stared forward. What could he say? How could he recover this? The class hadn’t even STARTED yet, and an untrained milf had just slept him in one punch. How could he regain any of the authority Karen had so easily snatched away from him?

Karen sneered at his mental anguish, visible on his upset face.

“A one-punch knockout, on the club champion…” Karen shook her grinning head, and clicked her tongue. “Either you have no idea what you’re talking about, or you’re the weakest boxer I’ve ever heard of.”

Billy couldn’t believe this was happening. How could THIS bitch, of all people…?

“I… I… No…” Billy began, trying to defend himself, as he stumbled up to his feet. The surrounding circle of milfs parted slightly, to make way for the rising athlete.

“Look at him! His legs are wobbling, ha! What a shitty boxer!” Karen jeered.

“Maybe you had better just stay down, Billy…” a mom pouted sympathetically.

“I-I’m fine, I…” Billy turned to her, **** to convince her this wasn’t as bad as it looked, but once more being cut off by Karen.

“I mean, physical damage aside, the humiliation must be UNBEARABLE!” Karen boasted. “I certainly don’t want my daughter to go through something like that. Utterly defeated, lying sound asleep at the feet of her opponent… Just like Billy was.”

She stared right at him as she said that, leaning forwards, cocking an eyebrow. A sort of challenge. Going to say anything to try and prove me wrong, brat?

Billy gulped, once against melting under the cruel gaze of the bitch who had rocked him. His brain was still coming to terms with all of it… The horror, mixed with the strangely perfect fulfilment of his fantasy. Knocked out by a nooby, arrogant milf, in front of a whole crowd, despite his skills and reputation. Listening to that milf brag, and mock him for being so weak. Gloating over his battered body at how easy it had been. He didn’t know how to react. What could he even say? Did he want to show her up, regain some of his lost status, or did he want to continue this unfortunate fantasy fulfilment by playing into it even more?

“Be honest, Billy. It was humiliating, wasn’t it?” Karen asked.

The moms turned to him, waiting for his response. Unsure of what to say Billy bashfully lowered his gaze, unable to meet the domineering older woman’s powerful eyes.

“Look at him! He’s all red in the face! Being knocked out must be TERRIBLY embarrassing!” Karen laughed. “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m not signing my sweet Selena up for a boxing club just to get humiliated. Not when the supposed best boxer there can’t even take a single punch!”

That made Billy’s choice for him. As confused as he was, as humiliated as he was, as strangely turned on as he was, Billy couldn’t let Karen convince all the other moms to withdraw their daughters from the club. Coach Lucy had trusted him with this. He needed to set things right. And more than that, despite what his pleasure centers were telling him, his pride was hurt bad.

Being looked at as a chump who couldn’t take a punch wasn’t the reputation he had worked so hard to achieve. He needed to redeem himself in the eyes of all these milfs. He needed to shut this queen bee bitch up.

“Th-That’s bullshit!” Billy said, still struggling to find the conviction to challenge Karen despite his motivations. “I let you hit me! If we were boxing, I would dodge, or block, and you would get hit for putting too much into one strike! Wh-What just happened doesn’t mean anything at all!”

Karen laughed a regal, cruel sort of chortle.

“Are you kidding? I put you to SLEEP!” Karen laughed. “Look at you, you can’t even stand up straight!”

“I’m fine! Boxing is all about defense, not- it’s all- boxing is more than just getting punched!”

Karen put on a mock-sympathetic look at Billy’s **** reasoning.

“Billy, honey, that was the first punch I’ve ever thrown. The first punch I’ve ever thrown in my LIFE, knocked you out.” Karen said. “Maybe you had better just stay down after all… I don’t think you’re cut out for such a rough sport.”

“Or maybe YOU had better step into this boxing ring with me, and I’ll show you how a real fight goes when you don’t just let someone else punch you!” Billy shot back.

A challenge to fight for real. The moms gasped again. Was he serious? Was his pride that hurt, that he would fight a middle-aged untrained woman like Karen just for hurting his feelings? Did this young man have no self control at all?

Karen didn’t hesitate for a moment. Billy had fully expected her to back down, but with such a large crowd, she could only go with the momentum. The queen bee couldn’t stand looking weak in front of her submissive followers. So, against her better judgement, Karen agreed to his offer just a second later.

“Well, if you want some more sleep, that’s fine by me, brat. I think we’re done with the seminar anyway.” Karen smirked, not letting any of her concern show on her beautiful made-up face. Billy was stunned to hear Karen actually agree to his terms.

She gave herself a mental kick for not thinking to have just mocked him some more instead, and guided the conversation back towards his humiliation, but she was in this now. Surely, she would think of some way to come out on top by the end of this. Maybe acting hurt early, and portraying him as the cruel barbarian? Billy’s legs still looked somewhat unsteady, maybe she could trip him up and make him fall on his face in the ring. Or perhaps she could convince the other moms to all pile onto him in the ring, and take him down together. Surely he couldn’t beat all of them.

Regardless, for now, Karen was just riding the momentum - and the momentum meant getting in the boxing ring and fighting this brat.

Billy seemed oddly nervous as they both moved inside. As they did, Karen stepped closer, to speak so only he could hear her.

“Even if you win, you still got knocked out. An older woman turned your lights out with a single punch. You can kiss your perfect record goodbye, bitch.” Karen sneered. “It’s never, ever, coming back. You got knocked out - that’s a fact of history. Forever. I knocked you out.”

Billy shuddered as her cruel words filled his brain. The busty queen bee was getting in his head before the fight even started.

She was right. No matter what happened next - it was a fact of history, that Billy got slept by Karen’s first punch. Karen had knocked him out. Joining the long line of woman who had stolen his pride and his chin from him recently… But this was certainly the bitchiest, and most dangerous, woman to lose it to.

Billy gulped, trying to bring his eyes back to Karen’s smugly victorious face, and away from her shimmering melons, shining with a light sheen of sweat from all of the excitement and attention

If he got punched out and slumped in the ring by this bitch, if she knocked him out during his seminar for the second time… He would never be able to live it down. Karen would own his fucking soul.

He couldn’t let her knock him out again… He had to win… He just had to!