And here she was, that Black Gloved Fox, violently stroking his monumental erection up down up down in her shoulder length Black Satin Gloves. Ohhh - so smooth to the touch! Stroke stroke stroke! "That's it.that's it!" she cheered as Henry throbbed higher and higher. "Now *do* me!!"

She grabbed him by the ears for balance and flung herself down on the bed, spreading her legs in the perfect wide "V for Vagina" formation; Henry's head followed his ears as he was pulled on top of her. There she was: spread open in furry welcome aroma with Black Satin Gloved limbs outstretched, long blond hair flung radially outward like a Centari male. Henry on top of her in striped nightshirt and tan argyle socks, penis ready for Entry..

It was Glorious! That Black Gloved Fox, her warm juicy Love Moist grabbing his fierce cock. Undulations. Uhnnn. Her nipples as stone and breasts filling with sweet milk (those veins in her breasts!). Oh, those Black Satin Gloves.

"Henry," she purred between thrusts, "how do you like my Gloves?"

"Oh, those Black Satin Gloves."

"HENRY!!!!!" His wife Betty exploded into the room from cleaning up after the party downstairs. She was still in her formal gown with the Long White Kid Gloves; over this the white linen apron her mother had given her as a wedding present. It was boldly embroidered with a pair of Big Brown Boxing Gloves.

Henry didn't know how, but that Black Gloved Fox had suddenly vanished from under him. Betty had That Look in her eye once again. He had been Caught! The aroma of hot penis and willing vagina! And Betty *knew*. And Betty was Approaching. And Betty was pulling up her long long white kid Gloves! Oh, those Long Long White Kid Gloves!!

This was certainly not the time to lose control. But Henry, being a man of poor impeccably timing, of course, did just that. He wanted to explain.but all that came out was the ridiculous sound of a big fat gobbling turkey! "Gobble Gobble Gobble Gobble Gobble Gobble."

Betty jumped up on his fat belly and started to Box His Ears with such a resonant spanking that the door hinges across the room were beginning to come loose. "You big fat Turkey! You thought you could get away with this!" In reply all she got was more of his hysterical gobbling. "GobbleGobbleGobble!!"

In reply to his reply, she now resumed Boxing His Ears as with the same fervor as his ridiculous gobbling, those White Kid Gloves spanking his ears red with a fast rhythmic BOX BOX BOX BOX.

"Enough. I think it's high time you be taught a lesson. A BOXING LESSON."

She delighted in the expression of fear on his silly chubby face. He asked her what she was going to do; all that came out was a low, loud, round and flabby baritone "Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!" There was no other sound he could get out of his mouth.

"You know, I'm going to BOX YOUR EARS like you've never dreamed possible!" She grabbed both of his large and already-well-boxed-and-happily-ringing ears with her supple soft White Kid Gloves and dragged him from behind to a beveled wall in back of them. She pulled him up to a foam rubber ring in the wall and popped his head through! He was held fixed, his head disappearing into the beveled wall which he was now wearing like a collar. "I'll be right back." She could hear him faintly on the other side of the wall, still gobbling like a big brainless tom turkey.

Henry thought he knew all the rooms in this mansion, but apparently not. On the other side of the wall all he saw was darkness. Resonant darkness. Random sounds echoed as if off cement walls. What was next? What was his boxer wife going to do next?

Betty switched on the blinding fluorescent light of the small gymnasium. Boxing equipment everywhere: boxing ring, body bag, boxing gloves of all types. Betty had entered wearing a pair of eight button black felt Gloves...and nothing else. Betty had a fine, sturdy body. Henry's head was sticking out from the beveled part of room. His head only.

All this boxing equipment.something was missing. What was missing? Boxing equipment...boxing...boxing.... He was now starting to resume his erection.

She perused a table of equipment until she found just what she needed. She peered sharply at Henry as she relishingly pulled on a pair of big shiny black Boxing Gloves. "Henry," she said, "listen to me." Henry listened. "Do you know what I'm doing?"

Henry tried to answer: "Gobble gobble gobble."

She teased him by placing a Big Black Boxing Glove gently on each ear and slowly, caressingly rubbing his enlarged aural appendages. The smell of the leather was almost overwhelming. "Do you know what I'm wearing?"

Henry tried to respond: "Gloves." Something other than gobbling came out! "Gloves! Gloves!"

"Yes, but what *kind* of Gloves?" She rubbed his ears with a skosh more vigor, a skosh more pressure. His ears and cheeks were getting quite warm.

This was not looking good. "You...you're wearing...Gobble Gobble Gobble." She gave him a very gentle love punch on each side of his head, as if to oh-so-carefully put back into place something which had inadvertently come dislodged. She wanted him to respond correctly.

"What kind of Gloves?" she teased him again through a big smile...and a little Box on the Ear.

"Boxing Gloves." Betty smiled. "Big Black Leather Boxing Gloves!" She smiled more broadly.

Oh no! The room had no speed bags...no Punching Bags! That meant...

"And," she added with glee, "I'M GOING TO TURN YOUR HEAD INTO A PUNCHING BAG!!!"

With that, she let loose with all her energy the fury of a vexed woman. A Well-Gloved vexed woman! She boxed his head right and left and right and left and right and left so that her Beautiful Black Boxing Gloves were merely a Beautiful Black Blur. Henry was getting his ears Boxed.Soundly!

And, surprisingly for Henry, there was no pain whatsoever! "GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE" as his head bounced left- right-left, right-left-right, left-right-left, right- left-right with each Box! of those smack whacking Black Boxing Gloves of hers. His head seemed to be made of a rubberized leather, each Box! resulting in two extra bounce/smacks of his head against the beveled wall.

No pain at all. Just supreme humiliation, and an erection that was threatening to ram right through from the other room into the gym.

She Boxed him Right-Left-Right Left-Right- Left...BOX! BOX! BOX! BOX! BOX! BOX! BOX! BOX!.

Now he was beginning to feel rather lightheaded. And now something that could only happen in the most incredible dream...he felt all his features even out flat over his face, all over his head, the inside of which was building up enormous pressure. He felt as if he were being morphed, as in an MTV video.

Betty continued to savagely Box His Ears, gleefully slamming away at the sides of his head with her Big Black Boxing Gloves. She was in full form now. Her upper body was strong, punching right and left with a perfect rhythm. Her breasts were firm, but still bouncing at 180 degrees out of phase with the rest of her torso. It was a totally aerobic experience. It was Gloved Ecstasy. Betty continued to savagely Box His Ears, gleefully slamming away at the sides of his head with her Big Big Black Black Boxing Boxing Boxing Boxing GLOVES.

He now had no more hair. No nose. No eyes, mouth, jaw. Finally his ears became indistinct. His features were as if painted onto the surface of his smooth head, skin now turning a deep dark leathery brown. His head bounced against Boxing Gloves and wall with that familiar "BudadaBudadaBudadaBudada" one hears in the boxing gym. So now it was true.

Betty smacked her Big Black Boxing Gloves together in triumph.

She had turned his head into a Punching Bag.

Now that *that's* done, it's time to *really* Box His Ears! She reared back, rubbing and smacking her Gloves together, activating sexually from the smell of the hot boxing leather, taking a keen bead on Henry's Punching Bag Head. Henry started gobbling even more furiously: "GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE," to which the response was a Big Black Leather Boxing Glove coming to greet him swiftly on the...

"Gobble Gobble Gobble Gobble" he shrieked, bolting upright from the bed.

"Henry! What are you doing!"

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I was just dreaming that...that...that...ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," he wimpered.

"Well?" Betty sat up. She was clad in an attractive black negligee...and shoulder length Black Satin Gloves.

"Oh," Henry hedged, "...it wasn't anything...I don't dream about anything...[no...never let her find out]."

"HENRY!"

"Yes, dearest," he cowered, "I wasn't dreaming about...ohhhhhhh," but his raging erection gave him away.

"You've been dreaming about that Black Gloved Fox again, haven't you?" In a fury she jumped on top of him, trapping his arms under her firm legs. She smoothed back her Long Black Satin Gloves, menacingly. "And after that world-class boxing I gave your penis earlier tonight...HOW COULD YOU!!!"

Henry was eager to deny this. But, of course, all that came out of his mouth was: "Gobble Gobble Gobble Gobble."

That was it. She reached up to the bedpost where she kept her big black leather Boxing Gloves. She popped them on one at a time, smacked them together and asked: "Do you know what I'm wearing?"

"Boxing Gloves?"

"And do you know why I'm wearing them?"

"GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE."

"I'm going to turn your head into a Punching Bag."

And if during that night you looked into their second story bedroom window, you would see Betty and Henry in their classic BDSM position from the rear. Betty sitting on Henry's tubby belly, his throbbing penis patting her on the butt in sexual excitement, argyle socks sticking out underneath. Betty's Big Black Boxing Gloves, Boxing His Ears, swiping left and right in a blur against his Punching Bag head:

BUDADABUDADABUDADABUDADA.