The Black Eye

"Taming" was the word Dona used to describe what she liked doing to certain men. "Branding" was a more accurate term. The men she chose to make her own were not really in need of taming. They worshiped female sexuality, mostly the aggressive type. Being physically overwhelmed by a woman they were attracted to was a primal pleasure for them.
Donna instinctively knew when Jon was ready for "taming," the summer he graduated Blake Mitchell University. Being friends with his mother allowed Donna to track his time at BMU, including his two, long-term girlfriends.
Both were big breasted, statuesque blonds. Beth Ann was the cheer captain for the university baseball team. Karen was a self defense instructor for the school's female population.
"She gets rough with my boy," confided Jon's mother over coffee. "He seems to like it, I guess. They look happy."
"I bet they are." Donna said.
The news of Jon and Karen was the assurance Donna was looking for. It was just a matter of patience.

 The fun with Karen ended with their June graduation. She returned to her family farm in Emporia, Ill., leaving Jon alone and unhappy, with nothing but a business degree. One summer afternoon, Dona asked Jon if they could have lunch, so they could talk awhile.
Jon accepted and didn't think anything was wrong when Dona ordered him not tot ell his mother.
In twenty-two years on Earth, Jon had never been happier.
After blonds in his own age range, Jon loved forty plus women with long legs and full breasts. Since Jon discovered women, he had wanted "Ms. Donna," as he wanted all the women who fell under the rubric "God, I'd love to fuck her!" But when Dona actually came on to him, Jon shifted her to a different category: "God, I am going to fuck her!"

"I want to ask you something, Jon." Dona said when they sat on her bed.  Donna had spent their entire lunch feigning interest as Jon talked the loss of Karen out of his system. They drove back to Donna's house to have a beer.
Jon was curious about what Donna wanted to know.
"Have you ever been punched by a woman?"
The question startled Jon, but not because it never happened, but because Karen loved wrestling as foreplay to rough sex. Jon got used to that pretty quickly. When Jon admitted the truth, Donna asked if he enjoyed it.
"Sure." he answered, failing to sound casual.
"Did Karen hit you?"
"Yeah, a few times."

Donna yanked a duffle bag from under her bed and removed a single, black boxing glove. "You know I box, right?"

"Yeah...!" Jon's eyes went wide as he marveled at the glove Dona held in his face.

Confidently, Donna continued. “This boxing glove is special, one of my favorites. It’s for fighting dirty and other things.”

“Like?” Jon swallowed hard.

Donna handed Jon the glove and took off her shirt, revealing a pair of lovely white breasts, each adorned with pink nipples. Donna's abs were smooth and hard.

"Like knocking out certain men. Men like that kind of thing, men like you!"

Jon was already gently pawing Donna's breasts when he started to say "When did..."

"When I heard about Karen. And by the way you looked at my tits."

She picked up the glove. "This is a loaded glove for when you want to KO your opponent dishonestly. I really want to knock you out and I think you want me to do it now!"
Without speaking, Jon consented with a long kiss. When they broke their embrace, Donna began fitting the loaded glove on her right hand.

"When I punch you with this, two things will happen. First, lights out, lover boy! Instant knockout! Off to dreamland!"

Jon's breathing grew rapid and he became aroused at the core of his being.

"Second, you're gonna have a bright purple and black shiner when you come out of it! Giving men black eyes gets me so hot! And it's going to hurt, a lot! And you'll be so in love with me!"
Donna ordered Jon to kiss her boxing glove and he complied.

"Now, just look at my breasts...!" Donna purred.

What felt like a sand bag smacked Jon in the face, detonating an explosion of multi colored stars and pinwheels.

He landed on the bed, spark out cold, smiling at the erotic images dancing in his brain. Donna sat down beside him and socked Jon again in the right eye.
"Just to make sure, my love!" she told him.
Jon had a ten minute nap.

He was sat up, leaning against Donna, when he came out of it. Both of them were naked. A full length mirror stood a foot from the edge of the bed.
"Look at you! You're so cute with that black eye!"
Donna was pointing at their reflection, smiling happily. Now Jon could see himself, a dark purple half-circle on his right eye, which suddenly began to throb.
"I got you good, Jon! Did you dream about me? All the boys like you do!"
Jon nodded listlessly. Donna grabbed her IPhone from beside her and held it in front of them. "Say 'Pussy!', Jon!"
Donna snapped multiple pics of herself and the groggy male. Her favorite was of her planting a kiss on Jon's face on. "So cute!" she commented as Jon passed out.

They fucked all summer. Whenever Jon's contusion showed signs of healing, Donna "renewed" it.
During one bare knuckle match in Donna's bedroom, Jon muttered "Mommy..." after taking a knock out punch.
Jon landed his first real job in the city at the end of August, just on time for Donna to end things. She would never admit it, but Jon knew she had found another guy. To make up for his disappointment, Donna sponsored his membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club, where met a nice girl named Monique.