Belly Punch Humiliation - Part Two

By Belly Wimp

...continued from Part One!

"Get up," she ordered. I struggled to stand straight.

The boyfriend grabbed me by the hair and shook me, then he ordered me to beg Carla for mercy. "Go on, wimp. beg her for mercy. Beg her to make me stop punching your belly!"

I knew how hopeless that would be. But what option did I have? It was humiliation either way. "Please, make him stop punching me."

She waited, then smiled and purred, "Stop punching you where, darling?"

"In my belly."

"I can't hear you."

"In my belly! I can't take it in the belly!"

Carla walked up to me and smiled. "Open up!" she ordered, and I reluctantly drew my arms from across my midsection and spread them apart.

She laughed and patted my punched belly with her cold hand. "Better watch out," she said sarcastically. "Sticking your belly out like that. Someone's going to give you a bellypunch."

Then she walked over to her man. Carla looked at her boyfriend, caressed his forearm. She sneered. "Beat his belly!" she ordered. "Beat his belly. "

H e could have put me out right then, but instead he chose to show off for her and use my stomach for a punching bag.

And I'm owned, My rival empties me, one punch at a time, all to my belly. And I'm giving it up. OOF! OOF! OOF! Right there in front of her. And she makes no effort to disguise the pure pleasure she takes in this. Seeing me like that and knowing my bellyache was her doing. Making sure I see the pure pleasure she takes in watching me get my belly beat up.

He pushed me back and I fell into the wall. I arched my back out. And of course that just made me stick out my bare belly.

Another punch pounded my stomach. My humiliated belly swallowed the whole thing, and it threw me back to the wall. He followed through with a move that jabbed his elbow back into the pit of my stomach.

UUUUUHH!! My poor belly. I clapped my hands over my belly and howled. Then I just tried to breathe.

Instant, devastating, humiliating agony. Publicly stripped of all my pride. Pot-bellied, beaten in the belly, punched in the stomach. Getting all the breath socked out of me.

Revealed as a breathless, bellyaching wimp. Something no woman ever would desire or accept. Just a soft-bellied oaf. Easy to beat. Wind him with a quick punch in his belly, and keep him that way till you have him belly-up on the floor.

I fell to my knees, in front of the rival who had just slugged me in the stomach. Kneeling and powerless to rise. The other man's fist in my belly hit the spring that held me together, and I fell apart. Just like that. Soft in the belly. While my rival stands over me.

I took a humiliation-beating. Right in the belly.

I flopped to the floor and clutched my belly and did nothing but let the girls know how bad I ached.

"Ooooh...Oooooh...Aaooh....Ooooouu."

Carla, snickering, said "Do you have a BELLY-ache?"

"uuuuuuhhhh!"

"I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that. Watching you get humiliatingly bellypunched. Getting your belly beat up, and the whole reason it's happening to you? Because you want me that much. He bellypunched you to your knees. And you kept coming back for more. All for just a taste of me. For a kiss on my belly-button."

To be so beaten like that, helpless, suffering, defenseless, and all in my belly! And with that girl's gaze watching, rapt, focused on me in that state. Such a humiliating way to be beat up. To be taunted and mocked and called names. To end up flat out with him taking a victory stomp on my belly. If you ever want a girl to respect you, never let her see you in a fight that ends with the other man's heel planted in your belly. Because she always will see you like that.

Carla led her boyfriend toward the door, back to her place for his reward. But before she left, Carla turned to look at me on my knees holding my belly. Then when I finally looked at her, Carla smiled and said, "Oooff, oooff, oooff." And then she left, laughing.