My Warrior Wife

By Submissive Romantic, edited by Michael-Leonard

This is the story of two young people, who meet, fall in love, and discover they share a love for boxing, but from different points of view.

Chapter 1

I recently graduated from college with an accounting degree. There were few jobs available because of the economy, so I took the first one I could get; an entry level position in the accounting department of a large office furniture dealership. The company was a woman-owned enterprise in the truest sense of the word. The CEO and the President of the company were sisters. Most of the sales staff, the entire sales support staff and even the technical services and design departments were all women as well. Except for two of the salesmen, I was the only other male in the office. The job came with certain nontaxable fringe benefits. The dress code was business casual for the office staff and I spent many a summer day watching the women from my desk as they hustled around the office.

One woman in particular caught my eye. She was about my height, around five ten, looked like she weighted about one hundred thirty pounds or so; she resembled a young Cindy Crawford, without the mole. Joann always had a smile on her face. Best of all, our workstations were next to each other and we shared a common meeting space. Joann was responsible for accounts payable and payroll. My responsibilities included accounts receivable and salesmen's commission calculations. We worked closely together and during our down times got to know each other quite well.

Joann was two years older than me; she also started with the company right out of college. Her degree was in physical education, with a minor in accounting. She found as she neared the end of her student teaching that she just didn't like it, and so she answered an ad looking for an experienced accounts-payable position. She impressed our boss with her poise and intelligence enough that she was willing to take a chance on her. Soon she was not only doing the accounts payable, but also took over the payroll responsibilities from our boss as well.

We both were single and into physical fitness. My workouts consisted of running five miles every morning before work. I had drawn up a five-mile route through the various streets around my apartment. Joann belonged to a local facility, Kris's Gym, which I had heard a lot of good things about, but had never joined myself, preferring running outdoors to treadmills.

One day I finally worked up the courage to ask Joann out on a date.

"Jack, I thought you'd never ask me out."

"I just can't believe that no one from the warehouse or the installation team has never asked you out."

"Who says they haven't; I've even accepted a couple of times. The guys have turned out to be either boring Neanderthals, or would-be Casanovas who couldn't take no for an answer."

"I'll keep that under advisement," I said.

On Friday night, we went out to dinner and then to a movie. The current hit at the time was Million Dollar Baby, a story about the world of women in boxing focusing on the rise of a promising young fighter, an old trainer who works with her, and her ultimate death from a boxing injury. The movie was a real tearjerker and a love story of sorts. Following the movie, I drove Joann back to her apartment and, after a short kiss at the door, said good night and turned to leave.

"Thank you, Jack. I had a really good time tonight and you have no idea how much that movie effected me. See you in work on Monday."

I got back in my car. On the drive home I pondered that last statement. I definitely wanted to see her again. The next week we talked some more. She agreed to go out again. I was able to get tickets for a Razorback game and she jumped at the chance to go with me. The only stipulation was that after the game, we would go back to her apartment and she would cook dinner. I found out she was really into sports.

On game day, I picked her up; we drove out to the stadium, had a quick tailgate pre-game lunch and went inside. The atmosphere was electric and the game was outstanding. With each Razorback score Joanne would jump up and cheer; she really got into it. I really enjoyed the game, and I really enjoyed watching her, especially her tight little ass, when she would cheer. During the game we each had a couple of beers; not enough to get drunk, but enough to let down our guard a little. When the game was over we both stood and cheered; then she turned to me threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.

"Jack, thank you so much; this was fantastic. I never got to go to a college football game before."

"Same here, my school was too small to even field a team."

We made our way back to the car, and drove back to her apartment. We talked for almost the whole ride, except for a brief period when she seemed to be deep in thought. We arrived at her place just as it started to get dark. I parked the car and we walked arm in arm to her door. Once inside she told me to make myself comfortable, she wanted to change into something more comfortable to cook in. I walked into the living room and looked at the books and trophies she had on shelving that covered one of the walls. She had been quite an athlete in high school. There were trophies for soccer and track and a couple of champion awards with no sport mentioned. I also looked over her books. I didn't recognize any of the titles, but it was clear that there was a common theme: strong women achieving great things in life.

Just then I heard a noise behind me. Joann had returned, dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved football jersey. She stood there barefoot, her hands on her hips, with a smile on her face.

"Come on into the kitchen; you can help me with the salad"

Suddenly feeling over dressed I kicked off my shoes, pulled my sweater over my head, and followed her to the kitchen. I watched her as she started a pot of water for the pasta and gathered ingredients for her sauce. She instructed me on what she wanted me to do for the salad. It took less time than I imagined. We sat down to a great tasting dinner of rigatoni in a meat sauce, with a fresh salad and sliced Italian bread; I opened a bottle of Chianti that I had brought. After dinner, after we did the dishes, we sat close on the living room sofa, enjoying the last of the wine. I leaned over and taking her face in my hand gently kissed her lips. She responded by increasing the intensity of the kiss, parting her lips, her tongue searching for my own.

"Jack," she whispered, "I want you to spend the night."

Forgetting the wine, we stood, and she led me to her bedroom. We kissed some more as we undressed each other. When I had removed the last of her clothing, I stepped back and took in her beauty. She was truly beautiful. Her long dark hair framed her face. She had a long neck, her shoulders were broad, her arms appeared muscular but not as bodybuilders would be; her breasts sat high and proud on her chest, not overly large but perfectly shaped and inviting. Her waist was narrow, as were her hips; her butt was small and tight; her legs long, lean and powerful.

I was instantly erect. I'm never going to make it into any porn movies, but I am in good shape and of decent size. Joann took me in her hand and guided me onto the bed. She lay on her back and I lay next to her, kissing her lips, her neck, making my way towards her breasts. Her hand was on the back of my head as I took first one then the other nipple between my lips, sucking, biting and licking them; her moans of pleasure music to my ears. I reached down and began to gently rub her pussy, first along the outer lips, then inserting a finger into her. She arched her back, pressing herself upward to meet my hand, then, in a soft husky voice she moaned,

"Please I need you, now."

I climbed over between her legs and guided my cock into her. The feeling was unbelievable as I pushed deeper into her until she had it all. Then, I slowly withdrew, almost completely, and then reversed directions again. Slowly at first, then with more urgency I moved in and out of her. I felt her feet on my ass urging me in deeper and harder. Finally, we both seemed to cum at once, our bodies clenched tightly together.

There was no need for words, the looks on our faces was enough to know that we had just created a bond to each other for life. She rolled over and I moved in behind her and held her tight. I was never going to let this woman out of my arms.

We woke up the next morning, cleaned up a bit then returned to the bed, and made love and held each other all morning. Reluctantly, I left to return home early in the afternoon.

Chapter 2

I don't know how -- neither of us had said anything to anyone -- but by Monday afternoon, we were the talk of the office. I guess there was no hiding the fact that we were in love, and since we were the youngest two people in the office, all of the "mothers" came around to tell us how wonderful it was.

Over the next several months, we planned for our lives together. Since we both came from large blue-collar working class families, neither of which could afford a large wedding, we chose instead to make it a small intimate ceremony with only the immediate family attending. We were married in a small church of which she was a member, followed by a gathering in the church hall over some light refreshments.

We had previously decided that we would live in my apartment because it was in a better location and had more room, with a better layout. We had maintained both apartments in order to pacify her father, who I think would have killed me if he knew that we were already sleeping together. We spent the weekend moving some of her furniture and all of her belongings. Whatever we decided wouldn't work in my place we gave to her family or to Goodwill.

During the move, I dropped a box as she was handing it to me. When I bent down to pick it up I noticed that the box contained two pair of boxing gloves, some sort of timing device, and assorted other boxing related items.

"Sorry," I said, "it slipped out of my hands. What is all this stuff?"

"Oh, nothing important just some old stuff from my college days."

I could tell that she really didn't want to talk about it. So, I didn't ask any more questions. But I was curious. Later that night, after we had settled in for the evening, she came up to me and said,

"I owe you an explanation about the contents of that box. I don't want to start our marriage with any secrets between us."

"You don't have to if you don't want to; whatever it is, it's all ancient history as far as I'm concerned."

"No, I have to tell you. Sit down."

"You've met my family, you know their financial situation. Well, when I was growing up my two older brothers were into boxing. They would train with my father in the basement; it was supposed to be a guy thing. One night I hid in the basement and watched as they boxed each other. I was probably fourteen or fifteen at the time. At first, I was appalled at the idea of them hitting each other. Then, when I saw that they really weren't hurting each other, I began to get sexually excited by the physical contact and the aggression they were displaying. When they were finished and went back upstairs, I came out of my hiding place and put on a set of the gloves. I started to imitate what I had seen them do, hitting the large bag that my dad had hung from the ceiling."

"After I was done, I realized that I was really getting a good workout, so I would go down there whenever no one was around. I started seeing some real changes in my body; I slimmed down, my arms and legs seemed to be getting more muscular, and I was able to do it for longer periods of time, without getting tired. After my oldest brother moved out, I asked Bill if he would teach me how to box. Since they had always treated me as a tomboy anyway, he agreed. Soon we were sparring together, and I was giving as good as I got. That lasted all through high school. I think I really shocked him when a couple of weeks before he was going to move out, during our last sparring session, I hit him with a straight right that knock him out."

"You knocked out Billy?"

"Yeah, he and I don't talk about that and you should forget that you ever heard anything about it."

"You don't have to tell me, I've met him, remember; I have no doubt that he would kill me if I said anything."

"Anyway, I wanted to go to college, but we didn't have the money for four years of school, so I enrolled for the first semester and planned to work for the rest of my tuition. I would have done just about anything to get the money for school. I saw an ad for a tough-girl competition being held at a gym near school, so I entered. I won all three of my fights that day by knockouts and took home the first prize of $500. After that, I found other competitions and won those as well. By the time my second semester tuition was due I had the money. One weekend after winning another tournament, a guy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to fight other women at his private fight club. He said that if I won there, I could make a lot more money. The fights were held in a small gym outside of town; only members could attend the fights and they paid big money to watch women fight other women -- and sometimes women fight men. I won more times than I lost; I even beat a couple of guys, who thought that just being tough was enough to beat a woman. So, that's the way I earned the money to pay for my education; I literally fought my way through school. After graduation, I quit the club, not wanting to take any more punishment and got myself an office job. Now you know all my little secrets."

"Wow! Do you want to know my secret?"

"Of course."

"I am so turned on by the thought of seeing you in shorts and wearing boxing gloves that I can't stand it."

We never made it to the bedroom. We made love right there on the living room sofa.

Chapter 3

We soon settled into a comfortable routine. We would get up each morning around six o'clock and head to the gym. I decided to join Kris's Gym so that we could leave for work right after our workout and drive into work together. On nice days I would run outside; when the weather was bad I'd use the treadmills. Joann also had me working on the circuit machines in order to put on a little muscle. Joann would do a little running on the treadmill in order to loosen up, then head for the free weights or the boxing room and work on the heavy bag. After our work out, we'd shower, change into our street clothes, and drive to work.

I hadn't forgotten the story she told me about her college days. One day I asked her if I could join her in her work out on the heavy bag. Wow, I couldn't believe the amount of effort it took to pound that bag for five minutes, let alone the twenty minutes that she did. Over time I did improve, and feeling pretty good about myself, I asked her if she would teach me to box like her brother taught her. She thought about it for a while, then agreed. For the next month, she taught me how to stand, how to move to avoid getting hit, and how to throw the basic types of punches. I thought the next logical step was to begin sparring with her. At this she hesitated.

"Honey, I don't know about sparring together. Suppose you get hurt; then what?"

"You'll just have to be careful won't you," I said with a chuckle. "Besides, who said I'm the one that's going to get hurt."

She looked at me with a smirk on her face. "Dream on, Boy. OK but we'll take it easy at first."

And that's what we did. On Friday nights, we would go back to the gym at about eight o'clock; get dressed in our boxing gear, set the timer for 2 minute rounds with a minute in between, put in our mouth--pieces, and box until I was too tired to continue. Joann would be primarily on defense, blocking my punches with her gloves or taking hits on the shoulder or the arms. Occasionally, when she felt I wasn't protecting myself properly, she would hit me just hard enough to get my attention.

I thought I was getting pretty good, so one Friday at dinner I told her I wanted to box her for real. We would each give 100% effort.

"No way; are you crazy? I could seriously hurt you!"

"What, are you afraid that you might lose the family championship?"

"No, I'm afraid I might lose a husband."

"Then let's do this; we'll box tonight as usual, but I'm going to be going all out for the win. You can fight just hard enough to win, if you think you can."

"All right, fine. But I'm doing this against my better judgment."

Chapter 4

After dinner, we cleaned the dishes, grabbed our gear and headed for the gym. We got there a little later than usual and found the gym was fairly quiet. There was only a hand full of members still working out. Joann stayed behind in order to talk with Kris. When I came out of the locker room, Kris called me over to the front desk. She had a release form for me to sign. It was to protect the gym if I were to get hurt in the ring.

"Did Joann put you up to this just to scare me out of boxing with her?"

"No, this is our standard procedure; and by the way, you *should* be scared. She's really good and dangerous. Good Luck."

With that she turned around and headed up the stairs behind the desk.

I turned and went to the boxing room. There was a large sign on the door; Closed - private session this evening. I assumed that was for us, and walked in. Joann was already in the ring, dressed in her usual sports bra and shorts. She had already broken a sweat; she looked like she meant business. I climbed into the ring, put on my gear, began to warm up. Joann walked over to me, got right up in my face, and said,

"I don't have a good feeling about this; won't you please reconsider this. I'll do it if you insist only because I love you and would do anything for you. Please don't be a hero, if you're hurt, quit."

"I want to do this."

"Remember I love you; please be careful."

With that said, we waited for the timer to come around again. The bell rang and we came out for the first round. I started throwing jabs; Joann blocked them with her gloves and then answered with a crisp jab to my left eye. Wow that stung. I retreated a few steps, regrouped and came in throwing jabs and combinations to the head and body. Again she picked off the jabs with her gloves and the body shots with her elbows. Then she threw a jab to the same eye and followed it up with a left hook to my ribs. Neither punch did a lot of damage, they were just to remind me that she could hit me whenever she wanted. I was getting frustrated by the end of the first round and tried to bully her into the corner. It's really tough to bully someone into the corner when that person is a lot stronger than you. Just as the bell sounded, she hit me with left and right hooks to the stomach, that knocked all the air out of my lungs and I fought to breathe as I walked slowly back to my corner and leaned heavily on the ropes. In contrast, Joanne was standing in her corner, her arms on the top rope, no sign that she was even breathing hard.

The bell sounded again for round two, I came out determined to do better than the last round. I threw punches with both hands trying to score; she calmly ducked and weaved causing me to miss -- and miss badly. Then she would hit me with six or seven light jabs to the head, and then go back on defense. Now I was getting mad, I felt she was making fun of me; making me feel like a fool. I started throwing hard punches, totally out of control. As the bell rang ending round two, she looked at me, her hands out-stretched, as if she was saying what the hell was that all about. I turned, completely exhausted and returned to my corner, sitting myself down on the middle rope. I looked up at her, she was so dominant, so sexy; I could feel myself beginning to get hard. I should have quit right then and there, but I wanted show her that I could be just as tough as she was; to be her man, not some weakling who couldn't stand up to her or to anyone else for that matter. Maybe that was it, wasn't it; maybe deep down inside I resented the fact that she was stronger than me, that she was in charge. With renewed energy and purpose I stood and got ready for the next round.