"Right in his Belly!"
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
The BELLYPUNCHER
Yes, that's what I do. I'm a specialist. If you want to have your ex-boyfriend or cheating husband beat up, you hire me.
Bellypunches? They're my specialty. First, it not only beats your man, it humiliates him. Makes him moan and belly-ache and lose his breath and roll on the floor holding his stomach. Second, it leaves no marks, no bruises, breaks no bones. No physical evidence. That helps me stay out of jail.
I'm a good-sized man, and I learned how to handle my fists before I was 12. I didn't go out of my way to show it off, but if push came to shove I knew what to do. And I noticed that, when I did hammer some poor wimp who deserved it, the sight of it seemed to fascinate certain girls.
My current client had been one of them. She had seen me deliver a beat-down when I was right out of high school. The kid had been caught peeping-tom style outside the girls' bathroom at the campground where everyone hung out and I worked as a lifeguard.
A group of sophomores had spotted him, and as he ran off he knocked one of them down. She happened to be the kid sister of my best friend, and I saw the whole thing and ran after the boy and tackled him easily. We were beyond the trees, but just outside the camp clearing, and the girls had followed me after him.
I stood him up by his T-shirt and shoved him hard back against the tree. I heard him huff out his breath from the shock of the impact, but just to be sure I stepped up and mashed my fist into his belly.
I felt his gut squirm inside and he gave up his remaining wind with a softbellied OOF!!
The girls formed a semi-circle around the scene and taunted him and cheered me on while I hooked the back of his T-shirt up over a stump of broken branch, leaving him with feet just touching the dirt, and gave him a two-fisted belly-whomping that crushed his pride and his stomach.
Some of the girls were quite vocal, but I don't remember Carla saying anything. But she must have remembered. Now, six years later, she wanted revenge on a boyfriend who had texted lurid pictures of her to his friends. She was still with him -- planned to marry him, she told me -- but she wanted to see him as hurt and humiliated as she felt. So she looked me up.
"You understand, I am not going to bust up his face," I told her.
"I know," she said almost before I finished. "I want you to do it like you did it to that perv at the campground. Right in the belly. And don't stop till he's down and won't get up."
For Carla, I would have done it for free. But you don't feed yourself that way. She paid, and I told her what I needed, and she said she would arrange it.
"OK if Emily comes?" I asked her.
"Sure, the more the merrier," she said. But I knew she disliked my girlfriend, and the scorn was returned. "She never wants to miss a good beat-down," I explained.
"Well, you show her one and you'll make two women happy," Carla said as she opened the door. She turned then and paused and smiled at me. "This is going to be so hot," she said.
That weekend I'm out in the hot sun, right back at the old campground, right where Carla first saw me work my fists out on another boy's belly. It was no trick for her to lure her man out there, and I was waiting. I pretended to be an addled drunk, I put the mash on Carla, she burst out in huffy and demanded that her dishrag boyfriend defend her and teach me a lesson. I have to hand it to her, the girl can act.
I had the time to work him over nice and slow. No hurry, no need to hang him up on a branch and use his belly as my punching bag. I let him challenge me, gave him every indication to think he would beat me, and even let him knock me down a few times.
The third time, when he walked up to me on my knees with a contemptible arrogance, I shoved my fist hard into his bare stomach.
He folded right over my arm with a rotund "OUPH!!" and stayed doubled up even after I pulled my fist out of his gut. His hands were buried up under his jackknifed body, probably trying to pick his stomach out of his lungs. He turned away from me and staggered toward Carla and Emily, who both laughed at him.
I actually hadn't hit him that hard. He just couldn't take it. But I kept up the drunk act and let him think that was just a lucky shot. It took him a minute but he put himself back together and came out at me looking meaner than ever.
I ducked a few limp haymakers from him, and when I knew he was going to draw back for another, I stepped forward in pace with him and punched him right smack in the belly.
He never threw that punch. He just kept stepping back, backward, arms flailing and a loud "UUUUUUHHH!!!" trailing from his mouth.
[to be continued]
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bellypunch,
bellywimp,
fistfight,
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keep this one coming ... ok .....
ReplyDeleteUunngghh
Deleteit is so easy for women to get guys to do this for them . there are many out there that will do a good job too . his specialty is belly punching ....... please continue it
ReplyDeletethere are so many guys that will do this for women .. money or not . some women watch others will say call me with the details . if your paying you might as well watch
ReplyDeleteI really loved this story. Sorry, but I find some of the stories a little tedious. Some are great. Like this one. Keep it going. And how do you spell "Ouph?" I spell it: "Oooff." Are both okay. And are there any other ways to spell this great sound?
ReplyDeleteOooph, or Uuunngghh
DeleteThanks, Carol. How can I refuse such a request. As for that delightful bellypunch sound, it doesn't quite fit the modern alphabet. It's a sound that begins somewhere between O and U and ends somewhere between F and H. Spell it the way that delights you. But I can send you an authentic voice recording of it in several variations, and you tell me what you think.
ReplyDeleteHmm, I'd like to hear the voice recordings
DeleteHmm, punch someone in the gut instead.
DeleteI wish I could find a professional like that to work over a guy
ReplyDeleteplenty of guys out there that will do it for you
DeleteReally? I'm overseas and I need to find one in Washington state, specifically Spokane
Deletetalk to me. Things can happen
Deletesure. abpuncher@yahoo.com
Deleteyou want his belly punched ?
Deleteyes, many times
DeleteMr. Bellypunch, I guess you would be sending me voice recordings to my e-mail address. Sure. That sounds good. My address is whocarol@hotmail.com
ReplyDeleteDo you have any favorite links or material online?
ReplyDeleteI did fantasize about this until this June when a young punk beat me up at a skate park. Besides beating my face up he punched my gut a few times, ribs too all in front of his friends who all had cell phones out recording. Figure its youtubed but cant find it.
ReplyDeleteget the motherfucker back !!!!!!!!!!
DeleteHe'd just beat me up again
Deletetrain . hard . figure him out then carry out your plan . dont go with a defeatest attitude
DeleteI'm a professional guy who likes to board but avoid the park now, not worth the humiliation
ReplyDeletethis is what she wants to see .... right in his belly !!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me of what happened to me when I was younger, and got slugged in the pit of my fat stomach when I was in gym class by a 7th grader, and I was in the 8th grade, he doubled me over in front of the whole class!
ReplyDeleteOooph! That's too bad!
Deletei got punched in the belly because of a girl . she had this other guy do it because i told her that she had a nice pair of legs . a good punch it was . just above the bellybutton . ooooohhhhh i went down holding my stomach . he must have told her about it . next time i saw her she had a little smile on her face
ReplyDeleteOoof! I''ve been there, only I was at a bar, and all I did was talk to her, I guess she forgot to tell me she was with someone, or she knew what was going to happen! When he came up to me and said " what the hell do you think your doing fat boy?" she piped up and said I was asking her out, probably to get him pissed off, well it worked, he balled up his fist and punched me right in the pit of my fat stomach,ooooff!! I instantly doubled over, she laughed, and said" look at that fatboy getting beat up, punch him some more!" and with that he grabbed me by my coller which lifted my shirt up to my chin exposing my big soft belly, and he punched me in the stomach like 8to 10 times he let me go and I just fell on the floor holding my poor fat stomach in agony while she just laughed!!
Deletei read a story about a guy that gets punched in the belly by a beautiful woman . he pays her the amount that she wants and every 10 seconds she lets him have it in the belly . she said that it was her first experience in bellypunching and she liked it . she liked the money too . any women like this around that you know of . i would like to try this out no matter how hard she can hit .
ReplyDeleteI'd like to find that girl, she'd have fun with my fat belly, although I wouldn't last long, it would still be awesome
Deleteim still looking for her ....... anybody know of a hard hitting woman ?
DeleteI hope you can find a hard hittin girl to punch you in your fat stomach!! Post some pictures, or at least a story of how she punched you, your reaction, and so on!!
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