08-05-2008, 06:23 AM
Making the First Punch written by Frank
When is the best time to punch a new girlfriend in the stomach? Should one talk about it first? If so, when? This is a delicate subject, as we all know. Most women will run quickly at the dropping of the first words. A hard punch with no forewarning is likely to lead to one's social demise. There isn't, of course, any best formula or full proof method. I never punched most of my girlfriends. My first wife stretched herself out with regularity while making love - her long soft belly being more of an object of lust than she ever realized. I punched her lightly many times during sex, frequently while her arms were tied to the headboard. We rarely talked about it though and never in depth. Hell, we were both in our twenties and I suppose, like most of us, were terribly inhibited around sexual topics. At the time it looked like we were so progressive. In retrospect, I'm sure she enjoyed the punching, but I haven't a clue as to how far I could have gone.
When I got to know Pam for a couple of weeks, it was obvious that I had lucked upon an uninhibited lover of sex. She has many insecurities in other areas, but her sexual openness is priceless. Most men hate and won't allow their women to dress like whores. Once Pam found out that this is one of my greatest turn-ons, she reveled in every sexy outfit we could conceive of, putting on mind blowing displays wherever we went. She wasn't always the most beautiful women in the room, but beyond a doubt she is the sexiest and gathers more lustful attention. None of her many past boyfriends had even tolerated her exhibitionist side once he felt they were a couple and two of them had beaten her up for it. And I don't mean sexy belly punching - hard face slaps and throwing her against walls were how they tried to get their point across. I personally can't imagine slapping her sweet face. After only 2 weeks I asked to tie her to the bed while making love. She said, "Please do!" and stretched herself out in total submission. I'm sure I could have punched her that night, but I was plenty excited and knew I didn't need to be in a hurry. Instead, I licked and teased her into an explosive orgasm, watching her belly arch and dance until I had to do something. I entered her, and brought her off twice more with my fingers before having one of the longest orgasms of my life.
One evening, a couple days later, she was walking through the house wearing nothing but a short skirt barely riding her hips. She knew what she was doing, but she didn't know what I wanted to do to her. I brought out a collar harness connected to 2 arm restraints that hold the arms pinned to the back.
"Can I tie you up again?"
She looked at the harness, gave a submissive pout, and turned around putting her hands behind her back. I turned her back around and looked straight in her eyes.
"When I put this on you, do you give me total permission to do anything to you I want to?"
"What do you want to do?" she asked, leaving her arms behind her and pushing her nipples towards me.
"I don't want to tell you and I don't want to put this on you unless I have total permission."
"Do you have some friends hidden in the other room?" I didn't answer.
A small succession of subtle expressions raced across her face. "I give you total permission." though she couldn't hide the apprehension she felt.
She turned around and I securely strapped her arms behind her back. I pushed her gently to the wall and then stepped back. Her small and firm breasts rose and fell with her heightened breathing. Her sassy seductive look had been replaced by a nervous and watchful stare. I was sweating and breathing hard myself. I reached my hand under her skirt and stroked her clitoris. Her c--- was drenching wet. Her face relaxed with my still wanting to please her and I got great pleasure watching her nipples get hard as I planned my next move.
I had to tell her what I wanted. I didn't want to ram my fist into her unsuspecting belly and have her fear for an instant that I was about to beat her up like other men, indiscriminately punching her face, breasts, or anywhere else with no idea how far I'd go or what it meant. Would she jump to fear that I had been setting her up all along just to seriously hurt her? I had to tell her first. I did not want to lose her over a lack of communication.
"I've changed my mind, I need to tell you first." I spoke very slowly and carefully while holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "I am very turned on by punching women in the belly or seeing them get punched in the stomach." I watched her face closely, but it didn't change. "I won't punch you hard enough to seriously hurt you, but you'll feel pain for a few minutes. And I will never strike your sweet face in any way, now, or any other time. Is this still O.K. with you? If not, I'll remove the harness and we'll make love in some other wonderful way."
She looked into my eyes for a long time before answering. I didn't want to tell her that I would give up belly punching altogether for her. I wanted it all. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "You still have permission to do whatever you want to. What do you want me to do?"
I gave her a long deep kiss and replied, "Stand up straight and lift your breasts towards me."
She did. Man, did she ever. My gaze rode down her exquisite chest, feeling a hot rush as it dropped steeply off the edge of her ribs to the flat concave upper stomach, to her small belly button, and finally to the small rise of her vulnerable mid belly. She was breathing shallow and swallowing every few seconds. I had no idea what she was really thinking or whether she had ever been punched in the stomach before, but I couldn't torture her with waiting any longer. I brought my right fist directly into her navel. She had hardly tensed her muscles and my rather light punch still drove a short groan from her throat. She looked up from my fist to my face, straightened up again, and took a deep breath. I punched just under her ribs with a little more force and her recent breath left her with a heave. She doubled against the wall, but stayed on her feet. She gasped and swallowed for a long minute and slowly stood up. "Give me one more hard punch and then f--- my brains out."
She tilted her head back and pushed her belly towards me this time, erasing the drop off from her ribs to the pretty soft flesh below. I let go a fast punch under her belly button and felt the momentary surround of her vulnerability as she slammed into the wall and gave out a long moan. I grabbed her under the arms as her eyes rolled back. I carried her to the bed and finished her directions, coming while she sputtered and gasped and gave short bursting cries of pain. After I had thrust out my last drop, I lay beside her and rubbed her all over for an hour, kissing her, and giving her every true compliment I could think of.
"Did you want to punch me more? I want you to always be satisfied."
"I cannot even imagine anyone being sexier than you or better fulfilling my deepest desires. How do you feel?"
"The last 2 punches hurt awful at first, but I'm fine now. My stomach just feels like someone was gently pushing on it now."
I unfastened the harness and we caressed and fell deep asleep wrapped around each other. All my secrets were out now and she was closer than ever. We slept very well that night. I woke up early with a very stiff erection and fantasized a hundred ways I could use this new compliant friend for some extreme pleasure - better than half of them involving the punching of her belly. I instantly dismissed about 80 of them as too dangerous - I abhorred the thought of Pam ever really getting injured or frightened to death, but the other 20 % had my mind racing. I rolled over and woke her up by stroking her clitoris. I muffled her scream with a kiss as she came. "You always have permission to use me any way you want. I know how much you love me and I get so happy seeing the amount of pleasure I give you." I had found my soulmate.
When is the best time to punch a new girlfriend in the stomach? Should one talk about it first? If so, when? This is a delicate subject, as we all know. Most women will run quickly at the dropping of the first words. A hard punch with no forewarning is likely to lead to one's social demise. There isn't, of course, any best formula or full proof method. I never punched most of my girlfriends. My first wife stretched herself out with regularity while making love - her long soft belly being more of an object of lust than she ever realized. I punched her lightly many times during sex, frequently while her arms were tied to the headboard. We rarely talked about it though and never in depth. Hell, we were both in our twenties and I suppose, like most of us, were terribly inhibited around sexual topics. At the time it looked like we were so progressive. In retrospect, I'm sure she enjoyed the punching, but I haven't a clue as to how far I could have gone.
When I got to know Pam for a couple of weeks, it was obvious that I had lucked upon an uninhibited lover of sex. She has many insecurities in other areas, but her sexual openness is priceless. Most men hate and won't allow their women to dress like whores. Once Pam found out that this is one of my greatest turn-ons, she reveled in every sexy outfit we could conceive of, putting on mind blowing displays wherever we went. She wasn't always the most beautiful women in the room, but beyond a doubt she is the sexiest and gathers more lustful attention. None of her many past boyfriends had even tolerated her exhibitionist side once he felt they were a couple and two of them had beaten her up for it. And I don't mean sexy belly punching - hard face slaps and throwing her against walls were how they tried to get their point across. I personally can't imagine slapping her sweet face. After only 2 weeks I asked to tie her to the bed while making love. She said, "Please do!" and stretched herself out in total submission. I'm sure I could have punched her that night, but I was plenty excited and knew I didn't need to be in a hurry. Instead, I licked and teased her into an explosive orgasm, watching her belly arch and dance until I had to do something. I entered her, and brought her off twice more with my fingers before having one of the longest orgasms of my life.
One evening, a couple days later, she was walking through the house wearing nothing but a short skirt barely riding her hips. She knew what she was doing, but she didn't know what I wanted to do to her. I brought out a collar harness connected to 2 arm restraints that hold the arms pinned to the back.
"Can I tie you up again?"
She looked at the harness, gave a submissive pout, and turned around putting her hands behind her back. I turned her back around and looked straight in her eyes.
"When I put this on you, do you give me total permission to do anything to you I want to?"
"What do you want to do?" she asked, leaving her arms behind her and pushing her nipples towards me.
"I don't want to tell you and I don't want to put this on you unless I have total permission."
"Do you have some friends hidden in the other room?" I didn't answer.
A small succession of subtle expressions raced across her face. "I give you total permission." though she couldn't hide the apprehension she felt.
She turned around and I securely strapped her arms behind her back. I pushed her gently to the wall and then stepped back. Her small and firm breasts rose and fell with her heightened breathing. Her sassy seductive look had been replaced by a nervous and watchful stare. I was sweating and breathing hard myself. I reached my hand under her skirt and stroked her clitoris. Her c--- was drenching wet. Her face relaxed with my still wanting to please her and I got great pleasure watching her nipples get hard as I planned my next move.
I had to tell her what I wanted. I didn't want to ram my fist into her unsuspecting belly and have her fear for an instant that I was about to beat her up like other men, indiscriminately punching her face, breasts, or anywhere else with no idea how far I'd go or what it meant. Would she jump to fear that I had been setting her up all along just to seriously hurt her? I had to tell her first. I did not want to lose her over a lack of communication.
"I've changed my mind, I need to tell you first." I spoke very slowly and carefully while holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes. "I am very turned on by punching women in the belly or seeing them get punched in the stomach." I watched her face closely, but it didn't change. "I won't punch you hard enough to seriously hurt you, but you'll feel pain for a few minutes. And I will never strike your sweet face in any way, now, or any other time. Is this still O.K. with you? If not, I'll remove the harness and we'll make love in some other wonderful way."
She looked into my eyes for a long time before answering. I didn't want to tell her that I would give up belly punching altogether for her. I wanted it all. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "You still have permission to do whatever you want to. What do you want me to do?"
I gave her a long deep kiss and replied, "Stand up straight and lift your breasts towards me."
She did. Man, did she ever. My gaze rode down her exquisite chest, feeling a hot rush as it dropped steeply off the edge of her ribs to the flat concave upper stomach, to her small belly button, and finally to the small rise of her vulnerable mid belly. She was breathing shallow and swallowing every few seconds. I had no idea what she was really thinking or whether she had ever been punched in the stomach before, but I couldn't torture her with waiting any longer. I brought my right fist directly into her navel. She had hardly tensed her muscles and my rather light punch still drove a short groan from her throat. She looked up from my fist to my face, straightened up again, and took a deep breath. I punched just under her ribs with a little more force and her recent breath left her with a heave. She doubled against the wall, but stayed on her feet. She gasped and swallowed for a long minute and slowly stood up. "Give me one more hard punch and then f--- my brains out."
She tilted her head back and pushed her belly towards me this time, erasing the drop off from her ribs to the pretty soft flesh below. I let go a fast punch under her belly button and felt the momentary surround of her vulnerability as she slammed into the wall and gave out a long moan. I grabbed her under the arms as her eyes rolled back. I carried her to the bed and finished her directions, coming while she sputtered and gasped and gave short bursting cries of pain. After I had thrust out my last drop, I lay beside her and rubbed her all over for an hour, kissing her, and giving her every true compliment I could think of.
"Did you want to punch me more? I want you to always be satisfied."
"I cannot even imagine anyone being sexier than you or better fulfilling my deepest desires. How do you feel?"
"The last 2 punches hurt awful at first, but I'm fine now. My stomach just feels like someone was gently pushing on it now."
I unfastened the harness and we caressed and fell deep asleep wrapped around each other. All my secrets were out now and she was closer than ever. We slept very well that night. I woke up early with a very stiff erection and fantasized a hundred ways I could use this new compliant friend for some extreme pleasure - better than half of them involving the punching of her belly. I instantly dismissed about 80 of them as too dangerous - I abhorred the thought of Pam ever really getting injured or frightened to death, but the other 20 % had my mind racing. I rolled over and woke her up by stroking her clitoris. I muffled her scream with a kiss as she came. "You always have permission to use me any way you want. I know how much you love me and I get so happy seeing the amount of pleasure I give you." I had found my soulmate.