Tanya lays off for now

Tanya regarded Billy’s broken form, slumped in the corner of “his” ring. She’d battered the legendary boxer so much that he’d been reduced to quiet moaning and pleading, barely even able to hold himself up, a hair’s width from falling into a deep, deep **** slumber.

One more punch would be all it takes… One more punch to strip the boy of his “never-knocked-out” pride. To watch him go limp, and sink down into the corner of the ring, finished off. To watch him sleep. To watch him finally lose.

All that Tanya had read about him, all those infuriating school newsletter articles about his achievements, and now here he was. Just one blow from being put out. One blow from losing to an untrained milf. He was so close to a shocking, final defeat, that Tanya probably didn’t even need her loaded gloves anymore. They had made such an impact on him, rocked his brain so severely, that now Tanya felt sure she could strip them off and finish the undefeated champion with her own bare fists. Put him to sleep with the caress of her own womanly knuckle. Actually FEEL the lights go out with a final, skin-to-skin blow…

This had been thrilling. This had been so much more rewarding and enjoyable than she ever could have predicted. To see him beaten, to hear him beg… The milf hadn’t expected her plan to go half as well as it had. But she was having a lot of fun.

And as fun as it might be to strip her gloves off and serve him an embarrassing, bareknuckle knockout in front of everyone… Tanya decided to go a different route. She decided that it might be more fun to not finish it… To not finish him… Quite yet.

“Drop to your knees,” Tanya commanded, lowering her gloves from her crude, amateurish boxing stance to instead form a power-pose on her hips.

**** to appease her, Billy complied immediately, dropping into a kneel with a slight bounce. Falling from the ropes of the corner in an instant. Not that it was difficult to give in to gravity, in the state he was in.

The sight pleased Tanya. That was exactly where he belonged. On his knees, begging for her forgiveness.

From the looks of him, he was barely even there anymore. Even kneeling, Billy was unsteady. Swaying gently. Tanya doubted he’d be able to get back up to his feet again any time soon, whether she commanded it or not. It didn’t matter that he was a champion. His legendary willpower couldn’t overcome just how weak she’d bullied him into being. His legs were gone. Turned to jelly. His brain was in a similar state…

Billy stared up at Tanya with wide, pleading eyes. Tanya smirked.

“Admit that you just lost.”

“I… I lost,” Billy croaked, mouth dry as he gazed up at the powerful woman who had just conquered him. The mothers in attendance gasped at the words. Even knowing it was true, hearing him actually admit it was… Intoxicating.

Billy had never felt anything like this. Losing in an actual boxing ring. HIS boxing ring. Losing in front of a crowd. It all felt more official, somehow. Like this loss was more rightful. More deserved. More… REAL. Much more real than getting knocked out by his mom in the living room.

Tanya stared back down at the strong young man kneeling before her. His powerful arms hanging by his sides, awaiting his inevitable sentence from his new goddess. It was kind of hot, actually. And deeply satisfying. She’d turned this arrogant brat humble. The cocky champion had real fear in his eyes now. Tanya liked that.

“And who won?” she asked, cocking her beautiful head. Billy moaned weakly.

“Y-You did. You won. I lost. You… Beat me.”

“I beat you at what?” Tanya gave him no chance to escape the utter humiliation. Billy groaned again.

“You… You beat me at… Boxing. You defeated me. You outboxed me…”

“Hah!” Tanya laughed, then purred with satisfaction. “Mmmm. That’s right. I outboxed you. And I don’t even box, ladies!” she said, turning to the stunned crowd of moms. “Look at him. LOOK at him! He’s barely staying awake, the poor thing!”

It was true. Even from the crowd, it was fucking obvious. Each of Billy’s blinks were slow, and long-lasting. Even down there on his knees, he was teetering and swaying, threatening to topple over at the feet of the milf who had just taken his legacy by storm. Stolen his boxing gym from him with a few untrained milf punches.

It wouldn’t take much more to push him over that edge, and into the abyss. To publicly rip his “never knocked out” status away from him. To seal his humiliation with a delicious, perfect bow, now that he’d been **** to admit it. Hell, if she yelled “SLEEP!” loud enough in his face, maybe the air currents of her command would be enough to do the job. The **** of her voice might just make this strong young man comply, and slumber. Knocked out before her by a booming command.

Tanya considered it. She REALLY considered it. It was her original plan, after all. She wanted to see him floppy and ****. She wanted to know he got put to sleep. And he was so close now. But…

A smirk crossed the gorgeous milf’s face, feeling power like she’d never felt before. Holding his legacy in the palm of her hand. The legendary school champion was wrapped right around her finger, and she could do whatever she wanted to him. She could shatter him like a window, or coddle him like a brat. The choice was all hers.

But this was fun, and he was soooo~ fucked up already… Tanya kind of wanted to see what he would do if he wasn’t granted the mercy of unconsciousness. If he had to take responsibility and face his shameful defeat head-on, with what was left of his waking mind. And so, Tanya decided to let him recover.

“Mmmm… Outboxed like a chump,” she teased, backing off. Turning on her heel, she marched off to the other corner, leaving him to stew with her final comment.

The other moms gawked and watched Billy, kneeling and teetering, while Tanya lounged gracefully in the opposite corner. Waiting for him to recover.

Every woman there had all been pitched the idea that Billy was the school’s pride. An unstoppable, unbeatable prodigy who would go on to become the best the sport’s ever known. He was becoming a poster boy for the school’s sports programs, pushed heavily by the school marketing. But they’d just seen him go one-on-one with a milf, and get absolutely creamed. One of their own had pasted the so-called prodigy. And now, they just had to watch and wait, as their so-called instructor teetered and took his time about coming to.

Low, embarrassing moans escaped his open lips as they waited. It was an utterly shameful, fucking embarrassing sight. He was just… Ruined. Done in by a milf. A MILF, of all people.

How had he phrased it? “Outboxed”. The prodigy got outboxed.

Tanya leaned back in her own corner of the ring, stretching over the ropes, watching with pride. Her loaded gloves had more than done the trick. And now Billy just had to kneel there, groggy, as his respect and legacy slowly seeped out of his defeated body, draining out of him for good.

Every minute it took him to recover from the beating, he was respected less and less. Come on loser, you still can’t get up yet? Though he was woozy, Billy was still conscious enough to be aware of it the whole time. Aware of everything. Aware of the disappointment, disgust, or amusement on the faces of the crowd of milfs around him. The glee, the disdain. Watching him teeter. Listening to him moan.

A private thought entered the head of each woman there. Whether they were outwardly concerned, just hoping the boy was okay, or outwardly disgusted, thinking about how pathetic he was - or even outwardly humored, picturing his embarrassing beatdown in their mind’s eye, recalling the way he had begged and admitted defeat. They all had the same thought.

“Oh, Billy… How would you fare against ME?”

Eventually Billy managed to get his wits about him, at least as much as he was able, and rise to his feet. His “strength” had returned. From there, he tried to continue the seminar.

The boy tried to teach the moms how to throw a jab. He was stammering and slightly unsteady, and beet red in the face. Still, he tried to act like nothing had happened at all, to reclaim his seminar without acknowledging Tanya’s domination.

But it was undeniable. Impossible to ignore, even for him. Clearly, the moms were much less in awe of him than when they first arrived. It was obvious that he had lost the respect of every milf in the gym that day. Tanya couldn’t be more pleased.

Only a couple of the milfs bothered to try and listen. He taught them how to jab.