She'd Been Hit by Danni

She'd been hit. Not a tiny slap to the face. No it wasn't a slap it was harder than that, a fist, in the stomach. She didn't remember ever having been punched before. She would have remembered all the air leaving her at once. Yes she definitely would have remembered.

Its strange, all she wanted was a quiet work out session and then home. She hadn't brought her workout clothes with her, so at lunchtime she ran out to buy some clothes. She didn't need any sweats so she thought she would try a different look. Hey why not she thought.

The second punch wasn't as bad, but it still hurt. She had manage to catch it coming at her and move. Most of it landed on her arm and she realized that the pain there was worst than any other Charlie horse she had ever had.

When she had changed at the gym she looked at herself in the mirror. Normally she hid her 34b-26-36 frame in loose sweats and sweatshirts. But today she looked pretty good in her sports bra lycra shorts combo. She wondered why today was the day she decided to show herself off, but was glad she decided why not.

The shocks of the punches were wearing off. The air was back in her lungs now. She had managed to avoid the third punch by ducking. But she was now being raised to her feet by a handful of hair. She was not sure which hurt more the scalp or her pride of collapsing so easily. All I need is a chance she thought.

She had time to kill before her class began so she wandered around a bit. The class was held in a room surrounded by all the other rooms so in order to get to the room you had to walk through most of the other areas from the locker room. She walked through the free weight area, talking to some people while killing time. She never lifted weights she came for the exercise classes. She liked getting her heart rate up, and then go home to relax and unwind.

Finally it was time for the class to begin. It was a bit crowded. Probably close to twenty people, when the norm was more like ten to fifteen. The instructor was not the normal one either. She was a big girl but in a solid way. Probably two inches taller, but her frame was hidden behind a sweatshirt and wind pants. The instructor was definitely cut, because you got the feeling there was no fat on her.

She was a no nonsense instructor. She brought the class to high reps quickly and maintained for almost the whole class. During the last the instructor walked over to her and asked if she could stay a few seconds after class because she had some questions. She said no problem.

It was the question and reaction that startled her.

“So Miss pretty thinks she can put on some nice tight clothes and try and get my man?”

“Excuse me” was her response.

And then the punch.

So now she stood her hair being held tight. But she had recovered from the initial blow. She pretended to stumble and the instructor relaxed a second. In that moment she was free and looked around. A circle had formed and all were wondering what was going to happen next. She tried to run out the room but the circle cut her off. So this is what it was to be then. She turned to face her instructor.

“No where to go until this is finished is there?”

Instead of replying she launched herself at her instructor. She lowered her shoulder and drove in into the instructor's chest. The two of them crashed into a wall with the instructor taking the brunt of it. They then tumbled to the floor; luckily she managed to stay on top. She wasn't sure what to do but managed to climb up her body. At one point she found herself sitting on the instructors chest. Remembering something about wrestling she took the instructors arms and pinned them with her knees. Once secure she slapped the instructor's face hard. Once with her left hand, then with her right. Three more times with both hands.

Then she slid down her instructor's body and worked on her chest. The instructor was definitely bigger than her in the chest, waist and hips department, and was not a solid as she thought, but there was no flab. She threw punches at each breast with each hand. The instructor still held down by her hands could only just take it.

She then pulled the instructor up by her hair. There in the middle of the room she had the instructor. With all her might she hit the instructor in the stomach. One times, two, and with the third she let the hair go and the instructor fell to the ground.

She turned to leave and the crowd parted for her. She had taken three steps when she heard the instructor get up. She turned towards the instructor, and was surprised to see the instructor coming slowly towards her. She waited until the instructor was close by and threw her hardest punch yet. But the instructor moved. The punch missed and the instructor fired a punch that landed right in her right eye.

She felt the blood immediately, and then saw it when her vision cleared. She was amazed how slow things had gotten. Had she punched herself out? She also felt the next punch hit the side of her head and another on her chest. With blood now over the side of her face, she tried to avoid the next to punches, one to the stomach, the next to the chin. She went down because her legs no longer supported her.

The instructor was on her immediately. Realizing that her opponent had no legs, the instructor stood over her and rolled her on her back. The instructor aimed punches at her stomach and breasts, occasionally taking time out for a punch in the side of the head or a kick to her ribs or hips.

With that the instructor lifted her by the hair.

“Please I can't take anymore,” she cried.

But the instructor gave her another punch to her stomach.

“Stand up bitch” the instructor screamed

She did slowly. Ribs aching, chest sore and eye bleeding she stood up. The circle was still there wondering like she was, what was her fate.

“So do you think you will remember not to be messing with my man now” the instructor screamed

“Yes” she cried.

“Good. But to make sure I think you need one more lesson”

“Please no I understand” she flinched waiting for the punch.

“Nope no more punches, I just want your workout clothes”

Without thinking and not wanting to be punished anymore she removed her top. The bottoms followed shortly. Naked and exposed to her tormentor and the circle that surrounded them.

“When you have someone down, make sure you beat her down, or it will haunt you” the instructor said. “Now get the fuck out of here”

She walked out of the room, and the walk back to the locker room was endless.