Belly Punch Humiliation - Part One

By Belly Wimp

She had this way of showing it off, no matter how she was dressed, she always found a way to bare her belly-button. That's my weakness with women. For some guys it's cleavage for some guys it's legs. I go right for the belly. And this girl had it, and she flaunted it. And I noticed. But what made this one different was, she noticed that I noticed.

We would tease each other about it. I'd tell her she had a perfect belly-button and I longed to kiss her there. She'd playfully flirt with me, then say, "You can kiss my belly-button, but only if you beat my boyfriend in a fistfight."

A ll week I bragged about how easily I would beat Carla's boyfriend, even though I had never seen him. I described how I would sink punch after punch into him. Every time I talked about beating him up she would get a look of pleasure on her face and say she could hardly wait.

She dressed me for the fight. No shirt. Just my jeans. Low-waisted, too. So my belly was, slightly, vulnerable. I'll be honest: She might as well have painted a bull's eye on my belly. The truth is, I was set up. I never had a chance.

Instead of the older wimp I was expecting, Carla showed up with a tough, tight, streetsmart kid.

She stepped up to me and casually ran her hand across the curve of my stomach. And her eyes told me it was a big mistake for me to get into this fistfight bare-bellied. Her eyes also told me she was going to feel a voluptuous pleasure while watching me get my belly beat up.

She stood right in front of me and told her boyfriend to hit me in the belly. She told him several times, smiling, to give me a punch right in the belly.

I didn't know what to do. I just went after him without thinking of protecting myself. And the next thing I felt was like a cannonball fired into my belly.

POW!

My mouth flew open. "Ooooph!!" and Carla said, "Oh, right in the belly!"

H e had simply ducked out of the way and slammed his fist right smack into my belly.

Really, I did all the work for him. I ran right into it. Right straight into a punch in the belly. He just ducked down and slugged me right in my belly.

I doubled up and just suffered in my belly.

And I heard Carla's voice furl itself around me with "oooooh, right in the belly!" I glanced her way and she was leaning casually back against the wall, but with her arms raised above her head. So her short top rode right up to her ribs and her bare belly-button stared lasciviously at me.

"Stand up straight," she orders, and because it's her, I obey. And now I'm standing there with my mouth open, my arms limp at my sides, breathless, stunned, helpless, and he swings his hip and thuds another bellypunch, with the left fist, full in my stomach. I let go another "OOOUFFFF!!" And I try to drop to my knees, but as I start forward he slams a right uppercut right in the pit of my stomach.

U uuuuhhh!! His fist pulls out, but my stomach is still crushed. I can't breathe. All I can do is groan out long, low belly-ache moans. ooouuuooooh! No self-control. Hands to my stomach and doubled over, I'm totally vulnerable. I'm taking a belly-beating. While Carla watches me take it.

I feel his fist wallop my belly again. I let out another "Oooooofff," and I double right up again. Folded over like a clockwork toy, like a broken puppet. Making pathetic belly-ache groans.

Through my suffering I heard Carla taunting me. "You can't take it in the belly!"

...to be continued!