The Grange  







The evening I had been looking forward to for so many months had 
finally arrived, after driving into the country 
my friend Alan and I were in the company of four other dinner 
jacketed men at The Grange health farm.  The 
Grange was a well appointed country house owned and run by one of 
the four men, Dr. Peter Evans.  Being a 
health farm there were many amenities in the house and grounds, 
yet it was on one fairly large room, the 
gymnasium, that all our minds were focused.
The doctor,  in his early forties,  was a devotee of women's 
boxing.  During the infrequent 
periods when there were no clients booked in for residential 
courses of treatment and if girls 
willing to  box  could  be  found,  an  evening's  entertainment,  
such  as tonight's, might be 
arranged.  This was my first time at a Grange boxing match, being 
introduced to the group by 
Alan some six months previously.  All the expenses were borne by 
the doctor and inviting 
more than six spectators was deemed to spoil the intimate, select 
atmosphere of the events.
Alan said that he thought the doctor got almost as much pleasure 
from setting up the ring,  the  lighting and  
getting the  girls arranged and ready on the night as he did from 
watching the fight itself.  He rapped on the 
hallway table with a slim, gold pencil and suggested that we 
should meet the girls while he prepared them for 
the ring.  We trooped down to a warm, white room furnished with 
some hospital  beds, massage tables and 
several  comfortable armchairs.  A door opened and in stepped the 
two girls we knew must he the night's 
fighters.  The doctor, still very much in charge, announced them 
as Sue and Angie, both twenty years old and 
both second year BE students at a womens'  teaching college in 
nearby Birmingham.   Even dressed as they 
were,  in fashionable  figure hugging jeans and stretch tops they 
looked about the same size and weight.  He 
beckoned us to the armchairs and began, in front of the girls,  
to outline the conditions under which their boxing 
match would take place.
Alan whispered to me that he knew that both the girls had fought 
there before, though not against one another, 
and that each would
know what was expected of them.
While the doctor droned on I studied the girls more closely.  
Both were obviously on edge, 
keen to get on with the fighting I supposed.   Sue, the blonde 
with a deep tan clenched and 
unclenched her fists, while Angie, also fair but with very light 
red hair, raised her heels off 
the carpet often whilst staring straight ahead.  My attention 
flashed back to the doctor when I 
heard him mention dress.   Tonight the girls would wear brief, 
white panties and their hair, 
both wore it to the shoulder, would be tied back away from their 
pretty faces with white 
ribbon.  He explained that, term having finished a few days 
previously, the girls could use six 
ounce boxing gloves as they would not have to return to college 
with their faces marked. 
Neither girl showed any surprise at this nor did they when he 
said that gumshields would be 
available but that the girls should use them only if they wished.   
The fight would take place,  
after weighing in and preliminaries, in the main ring under 
lights and
would be a fight to the finish.
An unlimited number of rounds until a knockout or a retirement.  
Again, glancing at the girls, I found that they still looked 
impassive.  
He finally ground to a halt after rather a long silence during 
which he 
looked wistfully at the girls who, by now, were showing visible 
signs of 
restlessness.  He nodded to a corner of the room where there 
stood a 
weighing machine and asked the girls to strip ready for measuring 
and 
weighing in.  As they walked across the room they both kicked off 
their shoes 
and began to draw their tee shirts over their heads.  Each stood 
in bra and jeans while the doctor fiddled with the machine, 
finally 
satisfied he turned to the girls and having stood them under the 
stand announced       
5'  6" ..... 5'  6". Then he told Angie to strip completely.   
She 
reached behind her back and slipped the catch of her pale blue 
bra, yanked it off her shoulders and threw it down.  Her breasts 
were large, freckled and tipped with the big,  fat pink nipples 
typical of a redhead. Quickly she unzipped her jeans and drew 
them 
down over her powerful young thighs.   She paused and looked 
around 
before rolling her tight blue panties to her knees and kicking 
them off.  She seemed to sense a feeling of freedom 
and massaged her heavy breasts and thighs for a moment 
before stepping onto the scales.... 9st. 8lbs. observed  the  
doctor,  
beckoning  Sue forward.    Her  white bra unclipped at the 
front and fell away to reveal her evenly tanned breasts and 
dark, prominent nipples.   She peeled both jeans and panties 
off at once and turned to face the men as if to show off her 
shaven pubis   I thought that she may well have acquired her all 
over tan in one of the solaria in the house.  Looking at 
the girls side by side, their builds were almost 
identical.  Sue got on the scales.... 9st. 7lbs., at my side 
Alan said, "again a perfect match."
The doctor led the girls to the massage tables and asked them to 
get ready.  The two pairs of panties supplied for 
their fight were white, shiny and very brief.  As they wriggled 
into them I thought that they would be quite a sight after 
several rounds under the harsh ring lights.   There was a white 
satin dressing gown with regulation wide sleeves for each girl 
too and thus attired they led us into the gymnasium next door.
The girls went to opposite corners of the ring, climbed the low 
steps and dipped through the ropes.
My heart skipped a beat.
The lights were turned on and we could see that half a dozen 
comfortable chairs had been placed around the ring side.  
Alan and I sat down quickly and watched the <doctor expertly 
bandaging the giris1  fists prior to his lacing on their boxing 
gloves.   This done,  he took one pair of the small, black 
leather &loves from around his neck and began to lace them onto 
Angie's fists.  Once they were  firmly tied  she tested  them,  
one against  the other between her pale knees, with a wry smile 
directed at the opposite corner.  As soon as she had her gloves 
on Sue, crouching for4ards on her ring stool, continued the 
clenching and unclenching or her little fists.
The moment had almost arrived.
The doctor drew himself up to make the formal announcements and, 
as he mentioned each boxer's name, she slid the 
white gown off her shoulders to the accompaniment of several 
sharp intakes of breath even though we had seen both girls 
completely naked only minutes earlier.   It was what they were 
about to do to one another which seemed to heighten to sexual 
arousal of seeing their almost nude bodies.  Both girls pounded 
their fists together 
eagerly, dancing on their toes, then the doctor stepped in                      
Mumbling an apology and, producing two white ribbons from his 
pocket, he beckoned the boxers back to 
the centre of the ring where he pulled their hair back into 
severe ponytails and sent them, breasts bobbing, back 
to their corners.
Alan remarked that neither of them had decided to wear a gum 
shield.
At last the automatic bell clanged and the girls warily came out 
of their respective corners finally to face up 
to one another.
Slightly crouched, trembling, their gloves up over their chins, 
their elbows tucked in to their bulging breasts, 
they circled each other waiting for the other to make the first 
move.  Their bare feet on the canvas needed no 
resin to afford a grip and so the only sound was their light 
breathing.   After what seemed an age Sue flicked out 
a crisp, straight left which caught the other girl on the 
shoulder, her fair skin flared almost instantly as the 
leather thwacked home.
Although I had dreamt often of seeing girls boxing, this was the 
first punch I had ever seen given and taken 
by girls; now I was sure it wasn't to be the last.
Sue poked out her left again, several times in quick succession 
catching Angie on the arms and once on the 
forehead.  With both girls breathing more heavily, Angie lunged 
forward and swung an uppercut into Sue's flat 
belly.  Her lips pursed and she dropped her gloves down to 
protect herself.   Angie responded  quickly, ramming 
both left and right fists into her right breast.   Sue's poor tit 
seemed to swell up around the leather when Angie's 
gloves landed and her hard nipple must have been crushed against 
her very ribcage.
I could see now what kind of boxing match this was to be.
Miraculously Sue back pedalled but a few steps, pulled herself 
upright and raised her guard properly again, 
but her breast showed a little mottling, even under her deep tan.   
A few more crisp straight lefts were 
exchanged, with both girls taking leather in the face, before the 
bell suddenly signalled the end of the first 
round.
The doctor glanced at both girls as they swung round to make for 
their corners obviously concluding that his 
ministrations weren't required.  Well before the bell for the 
second round both were on their feet.   They rushed 
at each other and a furious bout of punching saw Sue crouched in 
a corner, her gloves over her white face while 
Angie waited, both gloved fists at the hip, for her to open up.   
As soon as she uncupped her gloves Angie 
whipped her right fist into the centre of her face, it seemed to 
travel from the floor.  Sue's rose spurted blood as 
she groped for the ropes and crumpled to the canvas.
Angie stood off, still in the same pose, while Sue struggled onto 
all fours, her breasts hanging down beneath her, 
the cheeks of her behind were in full view as her panties had 
ridden up and had almost disappeared between her 
quivering buttocks.
Blood dripped steadily forming a small puddle on the canvas.
I noted that the doctor still hadn't begun a count over the 
fallen boxer.
At last she got to her feet and immediately covered her face
again while Angie slammed punch after punch into her belly and 
sides.  After taking dozens of blows she sank 
to one knee with one glove fisted on the ring  floor obviously in 
some pain as her breath came in great sobs.
Again the doctor didn't begin a count.
Her lower torso flamed scarlet and was covered with weals, the 
blood which still dripped from her nose 
spattered her breasts and upper arms.
Suddenly she lunged from the floor, tears of pain or frustration 
running down her reddened cheeks, and 
caught Angie a hard, surprise blow at the point where her little, 
sweat sodden panties met the flat expanse of her 
lower belly.   Taken unawares, she tried to cover her body and 
Sue came back with three clubbing blows to her 
head.
Angie's nose too looked red and swollen and a thin trickle of 
blood began from the corner of her mouth.   
The two girl boxers looked as if they'd been in a fight, sweat 
ran down between their tits and both now had 
marked faces and bodies.  They came together in the centre of the 
ring to exchange hard, cruel body punches 
until the bell.  This half minute or so of toe to toe punching 
had weakened  the girls considerably.   Obviously it 
had been their intention to hurt one another as much as possible.   
They sat, unattended on their stools for the 
rest period, both laid with their elbows over the ropes, heads 
back, recovering their breath and bearing their 
pain.  The bell brought them out to face up again and it was 
difficult to believe that this was only the third 
round, but the girls looked refreshed and there was still some 
spring in their footwork as they circled each other 
under the glaring lights. Neither had been cleaned up since the 
fight started so their sweaty hair stuck to their 
necks and their thin, white panties were, by now, almost 
transparent.
Both girls were spattered with blood and each blow to Sue' S poor 
head brought drops flying to fleck them 
further.  Even her hair was tinged red over her forehead and her 
forearms were smeared where she had been 
wiping her nose.
They had been jabbing each other for a minute, both scoring well 
to the head when, after a heavy right to the 
face from Sue, Angie dropped her guard and Sue repaid the earlier 
punches to her tits whipping a right, left,  
right into Angie's full breasts.   She actually cupped her heavy 
breasts in her boxing gloves, oblivious to the 
punches which Sue still piled into her race.  A particularly 
vicious right uppercut dragged over her lips before 
flattening her nose.  She sank to her knees then fell forward, 
arms akimbo, her battered breasts taking her full 
weight.   Her back and exposed buttocks heaved as she fought 
against the pain in her face and tits.  After almost 
half a minute she used her gloves to push her pain  filled  body  
off the  canvas,  invoking the  very  first 
intervention by the doctor.
He called for a towel, carefully wiping her gloves before crying, 
"Box on."
The girls began the relentless  toe  to  toe  pounding of one 
another's face and breasts until the end of the 
round.   Their punches were dull and heavy, they propped each 
other up in the ring centre.
Both girls upper bodies were smeared with blood, it was in their 
hair and even the white ribbons sported 
crimson ends.
Their little panties had ridden up to such an extent that, as 
they sat on their stools, it looked as if all they wore 
were the cruel, black boxing gloves.
As the fourth round began the girls seemed to be concentrating on 
a different target, Sue was going for Angie's 
bust while most of her punches were to the head.  The upshot was 
that by the end of the round Sue's face was 
very puffy, with one eye Closing, and Angie's tits were swollen 
and bright red.  When she sat down the doctor  
strode over and,  after looking at her breasts and palpitating 
them, announced that the fight was to continue.
The first punch of round five tore into Angie's right breast, 
flinging her backwards to end up sitting on the 
canvas, arms across her heaving chest.  After some time she 
curled her legs round and stood up, her face white 
with pain, it was then that I noticed a trickle of dark red blood 
coming from the pale nipple of her right tit.
She padded round the outside of the ring, elbows over her chest 
whilst Sue fired regular 
left and right jabs into her face with the occasional hook to the 
abdomen.  Mercifully the bell 
sounded and she staggered to her corner.  Again the doctor 
examined her breasts after which 
he declared that the fight would continue for one more round, but 
the the round was to be of 
five minutes as opposed to the normal three and that due to the 
impressive display so far given 
by the girls, the winner would receive a bonus of $500.
Caning out for the sixth and final round the girls seemed very 
apprehensive but they both knew what they 
had to do.  There was no point in clinching or hanging on, they 
had to get stuck into each other  for  the next  
five  minutes  or  until only  one was left conscious.  They 
stood off and traded bolos to the belt line for several 
seconds, the only noise was their tortured breathing and the slap 
of the leather boxing gloves into their sweat 
soaked panties and bellies.  A right cross to Angie's left breast 
brought a  squeal  of  pain and her immediate 
reaction was  to throw an uppercut which caught Sue full in the 
mouth and nose, starting a fresh crimson flow 
down over her breasts.
They stood toe to toe again and the blood flew as they exchanged 
heavy blows to the head, even the doctor 
looked as though he had been in a fight, so spattered was he by 
the girls' blood.
About three minutes in Sue threw a straight left into the middle 
of Angie's face plainly breaking her nose, a 
gush of fresh blood spurted from her nostrils and tears filled 
her eyes.   She back pedalled but Sue followed up 
with yet another punishing series of blows to her bleeding right 
breast.   With a cry of helplessness she doubled 
over and received a whiplash right uppercut to the point of her 
chin.  She arched over and landed on her back, 
one knee in the air, panties drawn up into her crotch, her face a 
mask of blood with her tortured breasts rising 
and falling steadily. She looked almost at peace.  Sue was 
assured of victory, even the doctor wouldn't be 
callous enough to expect any more from the girl on the floor.  
She raised her blood sodden gloves in the familiar 
double handed boxers' salute.  It was several minutes before 
Angie came to and the men in the room, including 
myself couldn't believe that two attractive young girls could 
reduce one another to such battered and bloody 
wrecks.  Then Sue went over to Angie, who was by now sitting up 
in the middle of the ring, and kissed her first 
on her split lips and then on her bleeding nipple.  The doctor 
came
between them and asked if they would give each other a return 
match before the end of the summer vacation.   
Incredibly both girls nodded their assent.  Sue got a wet towel 
from her corner and began to wipe the worst of 
the blood from Angie's face and breasts as she helped her from 
the ring.  Neither girl had yet had their gloves 
removed or been cleaned up.
I sat mesmerized for several minutes, as did Alan.  The doctor 
flicked off the ring lights and said that he 
would let us know if we were to be invited to the return match.  
I prayed that I would, but  then thought that  
tonight's  fight itself had  been the realisation of a dream...