Billy finally gets a win.

Karen swept a stray hair off her forehead with her sweaty glove and shoved herself off the ropes. Her face was a little swollen, but her makeup was barely smeared, and her body looked pretty much unmarked.

Billy was ready to end this match. His arms were burning from absorbing Karen's punishing punches, and he sensed that his stamina probably wasn't up to her level. Better to go in guns blazing and end it before he got too tired to seal the deal.

Karen must have had a similar idea, because they met in the middle of the ring and started throwing bombs at each other. Karen's were faster, but Billy's were harder. Karen struck first, a jab that glanced off the tops of his gloves and hit his forehead. Billy retaliated with a punch to Karen's ribs that she barely reacted to. He tried to follow up with a hook to her stomach, but Karen blocked it and swiftly punched him in the face again, knocking him backwards. He finally got a good hit in, a cross to her face that made her ponytail bounce. But she hit him an instant later with a deep hook to the ribs that made him wince and back away.

Karen bounced after him, trying to capitalize. Billy badly needed a clinch in order to recuperate a little. He lunged toward her only to catch two crisp jabs to the face.

"Unnh! UNNHHH!" Billy grunted in reaction to Karen's punches. He ate one more of them as he finally got his arms around her shoulders.

The moms oohed and aahed as Billy and Karen jostled each other around the ring. Billy was laying punches into Karen's hard abs, and she was doing the same to him.

Billy tried to twist away from her as her punches started to do damage, but he ended up tripping over her ankle and falling straight to the floor.

Karen immediately started prancing around him, showing off.

"I'm not very experienced, so I don't know the rules, Mr. Billy. Does this mean I wiiiinn?" she asked in an obnoxious, bratty tone.

Billy's face was burning as he scrambled to his feet, more embarrassed than hurt.

"A person has to be down for 10 seconds before their opponent wins," Billy said grimly. "That was 5 seconds at most."

Karen grinned back at him, not needing to say the obvious--that he hadn't managed to knock her down yet this fight at all.

They circled each other warily. Billy's face stung and his confidence was wounded. But this wasn't the same as fighting Anna or his mom. In all those matches, the gloves had been loaded. He could have won them all if not for that. So he could win this one too. There was no time for instruction, but he could at least mentally remind himself of some advice he'd received: when you're stronger than your opponent, overwhelm them with your strength. He just had to get a few good hits of his own in. One really good combination. Then Karen would be on the floor, eating her words.

But how? She already had seemingly pretty good instincts.

What was her weakness?

Her ego. It was written all over her face. Despite her status as an utter novice and as a woman much smaller than Billy, she actually thought she was going to win this.

So Billy stroked her ego. He would rather be stroking her body, but maybe that would come later. First, focus on winning.

Billy let Karen come after him, dodging her hits weakly, cowering behind his raised gloves. Karen bullied him with her gloves, bashing at his arms and trying to hook his ribs around them. Billy made sure she connected, but not with enough **** to actually hurt him. He kept stepping backwards to lessen the impact, letting Karen stalk him down.

As she did, her grin got wider and wider. Billy made himself small, cringing away from her as she swung those fists at him. As Karen's confidence shot through the roof, Billy allowed her to outmaneuver him and get close. She fired a series of hooks and crosses into his body, rocking him with all the **** she could, and ending with a hard straight right to the center of Billy's chest.

Billy allowed himself to stumble backwards until he was lolling on the ropes. He wrapped his arms around himself and bent over as if he was overcome by pain. He didn't have to pretend much...Karen's punches really were surprisingly powerful.

Now Karen could barely contain herself. She grinned and took a few long steps and an exaggerated windup of her right hand. Clearly she thought this was going to be the end. The gasps of the gathered moms showed that they thought so too.

But Billy surged off the ropes, putting all his strength into a straight right that was aimed at her belly like a missile. Karen wasn't ready for it, and Billy felt his fist pound deep into her stomach, and her body folded around his fist.

Billy pulled back his arm, took one step to avoid Karen's flailing counterattack, then circled a bit and launched a right hook that hit Karen straight on the chin. Her head jerked to the side and she went sprawling to the mat, face down and ass up.

As Karen struggled to rise, Billy counted. "1...2...3..." Karen's legs moved mindlessly, her glutes flexing uselessly.

"4...5...6..." She made it over to the ropes and started using them to pull herself up.

"7...8...9--" Billy made it to 9 before Karen launched herself off the ropes at him. This time wasn't as coordinated or as threatening, and Billy sidestepped her whole attack, tagging her with a nice punch to the cheek as she passed by him.

When Karen turned back around, she had a murderous look in her eye. Just what Billy wanted...he hoped.

She threw her right arm at him in a **** hook. He stepped inside it, caught it, then slammed his own hook into Karen's face.

She was done now; she just didn't know it yet. She fired another series of punches at Billy from close range, but he was able to nearly dodge all of them. Then when she finished her combo, he hit her hard in the 2 inches of midriff just above her waist.

Karen started to fold like a cheap lawn chair, but Billy stopped her with a light uppercut that didn't do much besides stand her up and stop her collapsing.

Then he threw a stinging cross right at one of her big tits, making sure to twist his fist as he connected.

"AUUUGH!" Karen shouted. Billy hit her again and again. Her guard was down, her arms flailing ineffectively.

Billy shoved Karen into the corner. When she got there, she threw her arms out to keep herself upright, leaving a wide-open target.

Billy hammered two more punches into her breasts, then a series of punches into her abs and belly. She flexed her abs at first, but it only took two or three punches for them to collapse under Billy's ****. She started sagging toward the floor again, so Billy gave her another uppercut. While her eyes were still crossed from that punch, he hit her with a 1-2--hooks to the face.

Spit flew from Karen's mouth as he hit her with the last punch, her head turned as far as possible, causing her body to fall out of the corner.

She landed in an undignified heap, unmoving. Billy counted her out nonchalantly, staring at her ass the entire time.

At 10, she still hadn't moved. Billy finally relaxed.

"Aaand that's how you win a sparring match!" he said smugly. There was a mixed response, some of the women clapping politely and others a little shocked at what he'd done to Karen.

"I'm going to need to take care of her actually," Billy said to the moms. "Please, everyone, consider this lesson concluded and I'll see you next weekend."

The moms dispersed as Billy ogled Karen's sexy prone body. While Billy waited for the moms to leave, he thought about what to do with Karen now...