Bully Encounter
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What happens when you stand up to the bully!


Bully Encounter

Roland came home after school, he was a young kid, the youngest in the family
and always felt that he was the butt of most jokes and the one at the bottom
of the ladder when it came to anything in this family. Which in one way was
true. Roland had a much older brother, Dale, it always seems to the younger
brother that the older one was the one that the family concentrated on, and
maybe they did.

Dale was a junior boxing campion, and lad that was just making his way up the
ladder of success, he recently moved up into the youth category, which he was
glad of, as the world 'Junior' at his age was all too childish for this lad.
Dale was showing good potential, very good indeed, and he'd been noticed.
There'd been a few visits over the past couple of years by a few 'scouts' to
some of his fights, looking for the next young talent to come along, and just
maybe Dale could be it.' He showed promised that was why the scouts came back
and all it needed now was for one of them to come forwards and start those all
important talk with the boxers coach and manager!

The coach and manger in this case was Ian, who did both jobs and by
coincidence was also Dale's Father. This boxer Son and coach Father
relationship worked well and seemed to be the focus of the family. Ian and
Dale would be at the local boxing club morning, noon and night, so that left
Haylee, Ian's wife mostly at home with her circle of friends and their much
younger Son, Roland. Who just kicked his heels around doing nothing much. Ian
had tried to introduce the world of boxing to his younger Son, but it wasn't
for Roland, he was more at home doing ... ... Well he wasn't sure, at his age
it was all about getting through school without being, hit, watching TV when
he got home, video games and food, what more was there to do?

Today was like most days for Roland when he got home from school, he hadn't
had a good day, as he'd been caught in the playground and hit by this one
particular school bully. So, when he got home all he wanted to do was grab
some food, go to his room and get back into his favourite game. When he did
get home today everything was as it normally was at this time, as he came
through the rear door into the large kitchen there was his Mum, Haylee. She
was sat on one of those stools at the workstation in the centre of the room,
next to her was Denise one of her very close friends.

The two women each had a large glass of wine in their hand, which again was
normal, and where talking away to each other. Just then Dale came rushing into
the room, he'd grabbed some stuff from the laundry room and was stuffing into
his sports bag. He caught sight of Denise and smiled at the older woman, who
stopped drinking and gave the sporty young man a grin back. Then Ian came in,
clapping his hands to encourage his Son to get a move on as they were on their
way to the boxing club.

The much younger Roland already felt left out in all this and as his Mother
called him over to her it was a case of 'here we go again.' Heather noticed
the mark on the side of her Son's face "who was it this time?" She didn't need
to ask 'what happened' Roland just shrugged his shoulders and said "the
normal." "You need to stand up to these school bullies boy, told you before
join us down the club, learn how to fight back!" That's what he Dad said
everything, but it wasn't Roland. Dale didn't help as he came up behind his
much younger, smaller brother, ruffled his hair and "don't be a wimp bro, be
like me ... ." He flexed his arm and that muscle under his tight t-shirt,
mostly to show the older woman Denise! " ... ... no one pushes me around!"
That was all Roland need more humiliation and mickey taking by his Brother.

"Come on!" Ian called out to his older Son, while Roland just turned around
and headed to the fridge. "Tell this bully to pick on me instead or maybe I'll
just pick on them, I'll look after you little bro!" Dale laughed, a mocking
kind of laugh, making a joke at his Brothers expense. Just as the Father and
Son were about to leave "Oh Ian ... ... " Heather called out " ... ... I've
sorted out mine and Denise's weekend away, you haven't forgotten?" "What
weekend?......... OH! OK whatever, you can tell me later, sure it will be all
OK!" As everyone now left the kitchen, except Heather and her friend Denise,
Dale turned looked at his Mother's friend and smiled, then gave her a wink,
the young lad liked this older woman! Denise smiled back, and gave the
youthful boxer, the fit lad a sort of a nod, as if saying 'Oh yes, boy!'

SMACK! "OUCH!" Heather saw all this and gave her friend a playful slap on her
leg as her Son had left the room. Denise looked at her friend with an
expression of shock then they both burst into laughter, each knowing what the
other was thinking! Then Denise changed the subject, she knew her and Dale was
one thing, but what was this about a weekend away? "What where you on about,
going away?" Heather laughter and said it was just an idea she had there and
then, she would convince her husband she'd told him all about it beforehand
and eventually he'd believe her. But suddenly she'd fancied a nice long
weekend away, and why not with her lovely close friend, Denise!

Denise liked the sound of this a lot, she grinned leaned forward, ran her hand
up Heather's arm up to her face and pulled her friend to her to kiss her. The
women enjoyed their kiss there all alone in the kitchen, well it wasn't the
first time they'd had a moment like this! When they stopped kissing Heather
had another idea, "why don't we invite a couple of boys to come away with us,
it'll be even more fun with some willing lads to help us 'relax'!" The women
laugh now as they went through a list of 'eligible' lads. But then Denise
butted in, "why don't we take two 'new' boys! Both women smiled eagerly at
this idea, "how about Joan's boy, young Phillip, been wanting to get my hands
on him for a while!" Heather really did like that idea, then Denise joined in
"and there's young Billy, Monica won't mind us taking him away, she owns me a
favour and I'd just love to ride him all day!"

The women where on a roll, the boys to accompany, pamper, satisfy them had
been chosen, now all they needed was where to go to enjoy this all. There was
another kiss, but this time it was much a much longer kiss a much more intense
kiss, a more passionate kiss. Upstairs in his room and Roland was already
getting into his favourite game, a woman came out onto the screen, jumped up
high, far too high into the air and struck out at her male opponent, dropping
him to the ground. Then the words of his older Brother, Dale, and his Father
came back to him, 'learn how to fight back!' and 'tell these bullies to pick
on me instead!' And now Roland had an idea!

It was the next day and Roland came happily skipping through the rear door and
into the kitchen of his home after a very good day at school! He was home that
bit early, having no need today to hid back when school finished, waiting for
the bully to leave before he could go home safely. He was so early he almost
caught his Mother and Denise out! The woman broke away from their embrace just
in time not to have been seen. But even so Roland wouldn't have noticed his
vision was blurred over with a glowing sense of freedom, freedom from his
bully!

Roland missed the fridge, went up upstirs and for once got straight down to
his homework with a sense of determination to achieve something else today.
For today at school when the bully had come up to him and was about to do
their normal curl victimisation of him, Roland had been ready. Not physically
to defend himself but he did it with words. "You hit me and my Brother the
boxer is going to come after you, and that's a promise!"

The words had indeed work, stopping the bully in their tracks, making them
think, after all there is always someone who's bigger, stronger, fast, meaner
than you, and the bully knew this! So, a happy Roland sat down to do his
homework, safe in the knowledge that if his bully wanted to do anything to
him, they would have to go through his Brother first, 'well Dale had said he
would look after Roland, didn't he?'

Downstairs and after the 'friends' had got themselves together after the early
entrance of Roland, it was now the normal rush around as Ian and Dale got
themselves together and headed off to the boxing club. Dale managed to flash
Denise one of his winning smiles, it had been over a week now since he'd been
in his Mum's friend's kitchen getting his cock sucked and the lad was
determined to have that done again, and more!

"Come on we've a session to do tonight, grab your kit." Ian again clapped his
hands to hurry his Son along, "Oh Ian, I paid for the weekend away on your
card, as you said to!" The husband stopped in his tracks "what, paid for what
I didn't say ... ... " "Come on dear we talked about it in bed last night and
you said it was all OK!" Ian couldn't remember much after that large drink his
wife gave him last night, she said something but he was too tired to really
listen, maybe he did say it was OK? "Alright dear, we'll see you later."

As the Husband and Son left Haylee laughed, so did Denise, this was going to
be a very special holiday! "I spoke with Joan she's OK with letting us take
Phillip away, didn't take 'that' much persuading, you know what I mean!" More
giggles, and "I've got news too, Monica was the same, but I used my 'charms'
and now Billy will be join us for our trip away as well." More laughter, "Of
course, both boys don't know what's going on, they'll be dropped off at the
airport, with a bag. We'll meet them and, as they say, we'll whisk the boys
away for Sun, Sea and ... ... !" The women laughed even louder, as they
imagined the looks on their new boys faces when they were handed over at the
airport to their 'eager female travelling companions!'

Out of the kitchen, away from the women's friendly holiday planning, and a
short drive away was the boxing club that Ian and Dale went to, it was quite a
modern place, converted from an old small factory building into the boxing
club. It was where the Father and Son spent many hours, training, preparing
for the big time! There were some rumours going around that one of the main
talent scouts would be here tonight, but there was always rumours, even so Ian
was pretty sure that he and Dale would be getting that special visit very soon
now!

It had been almost an hour since Ian and Dale had arrived at the club, time
enough to get changed, get warmed up, get some rep's done, some more demanding
sessions and some good training done. Dale was looking good as he moved up
into the main ring that dominated the largest room in the club. The lad moved
around the ring with his sparring partner there, this was a much older, big,
fatter man, he was a bit slow but don't let that fool you. Tony knew what he
was doing, he could take a good punch, and certainly knew how to give one out
too.

Ian stood on the outside of the ring, walking around and calling out his
orders to his Son, telling him what he was doing wrong, what to change, what
to do next. The lad didn't wear one of those head guard things, he should do,
but Dale wanted to break free of that, he wanted to be just like the real
boxing men. And very soon, he would be!

The rest of the lads, kids and men who trained there where all out of the main
room, scattered around the complex taking part in various different activities
and training. That was how it was when there was a visit due, the main ring
was set aside for just one potential champ! So, there was no one else there to
noticed the double doors to the room being pushed open and someone entering.
Ian had his back to the door but heard the familiar squeaking sound from where
the hinges needed to be oiled. It was customary, no one from the club came
into the ring room, when it was being used, so, Ian could happily assume it
was someone 'new' to the gym.

Someone new, like a visiting scout maybe? Ian stayed calm, even if this could
be the start of something really big for his Son. The man now just stood there
watching his Son in the ring, calling out the odd thing here and there,
nothing too much, but showing he knew what he was talking about. Then a few
moments later Ian sensed there was someone now stood close by to him, by the
ring. Again, he waited for a few moments, then he'd turn and speak with the
'visitor', of course he'd show his 'surprise' that he was a scout and then
would start talking about his Son's future!

So, with all this planed out it was a shock to the man when he did turn and
saw that there was a woman stood there. A woman stood outside the ring,
looking into it and close by to Ian, a woman! She was watching the sparing
between Dale and Tony, she didn't take her eyes of the younger one in the
ring, the lad, Dale, almost as if she was studying him, his moves, his style,
his weaknesses! This woman obviously couldn't be a boxing scout, what would
she know about the game, so who was she?

"Excuse me this is a closed club, you shouldn't be here." But the woman
carried on watching, studying, the lad in the ring, "I said...." quiet
forcefully " ... ... excuse me!" The woman now turned and looked at Ian, "I
heard you the first time." In a very cool, calm voice, and now the man got his
first real look at whoever she was. She was an older woman, probably in her
40's or so, a bit like Ian in that way, but she was a bit shorter than the man
and would probably be the same height as Dale. She was attractive in that
mature good looking, Milf kind of a way, a look Ian quite liked, with her
short fair hair and attractive face.

She was dressed quite casually in a pair of smart, but tight jeans, a pair of
what looked like well decorated cowboy, or should that be cowgirl, brown
leather boots, that went halfway up to her knees. Then up further was one of
those crop tops, bright, yellow and it should have been better suited to a
younger woman. But as this older woman had a slender, trim, fit body with a
good pair of again firm looking large breasts, it obviously suited her nicely!
Ian took this all in then he noticed something else, yes, she looked good,
fit, but no she was really, Fit!

The woman's bare midriff had definition, her shoulder where broad and there
was strength there. Equally noticeable where her bare arms, toned, strong,
muscular looking, then there where her legs in those tight jeans also had a
shape to them that told the man she was powerful there as well. She was
defiantly a Fit woman. Now, from just out of Ian's field of vison strolled
another female, a younger woman, a girl, that now stood on the other side of
the fit woman.

This younger girl was wearing a school uniform, so Ian at first thought she
was about the same age as his Son, but then again by the look of her face she
was probably a year, maybe two, younger than Dale. Ian could see that this was
a Mother and her Daughter, their resemblance made this clear. But there were a
few differences, the girl was shorter than her Mother, some growing still to
do there. Plus, the girl had much longer hair that was platted into pigtails
that came down on each side of the girl's face. She wasn't as pretty as her
Mother, she had a plainer look about her, and then there was her body and how
fit this one looked!

The younger schoolgirl was bulkier, more sturdy, more fuller than her Mother,
her uniform blouse seemed tight across her upper body and her skirt, showed a
hint of well developed, study, legs and thighs. The Mother was strong, toned,
muscular, the girl was stout, even broader than her Mother, a powerhouse and
yet still a schoolgirl! But still Ian had no idea why this woman and her
Daughter where here in the boxing gym, so he tried again. "Look if you don't
tell me why you're here then you'll have to leave and I'll ... ... " Just then
the older woman turned back towards the man, she starred at him. At the same
time her Daughter moved to her side so she was also facing Ian, and somehow
that made him feel just a little, uncomfortable!

The older woman looked Ian up and down, assessing the trainer as she had just
assessed the young boxer, the Son up there in the ring. "You're his Father,
aren't you?" Ian frowned with a hint of confusion "yes, but what has that ...
... " She didn't let him finish, "your boy there has upset my daughter ... ...
" Ian looked confused as his head turned to look at the schoolgirl stood next
to her Mother. " ... ... not her, my other Daughter, she's in the same class
as your youngest Son!" Ian's brain went into overdrive and he now worked out
that somehow Dale had upset a girl in Roland's class, but how?

Ian's mind rolled back to that conversation in the Kitchen from the other day
and the words ... ... "Tell this bully to pick on me instead or maybe I'll
just pick on them, I'll look after you little bro!" It now made sense, sort
of, Roland's school bully was a girl in his class, it was this woman's
youngest daughter and now, somehow, she'd found out what Dale had jokingly
said and she was here to ... ... To what, pick on his Son, pick on Dale!

In the ring and Dale and Tony's sparing session was coming to an end and the
older woman knew this, ignoring Ian she now turned back to the ring and if he
or anyone else wasn't there the woman kicked of her boots and started to undo
and take off her jeans! She was wear a match yellow pair of very tight sports
pants, the kind that clung to her very well formed round arse. Ian now got an
even better look at how stunning, how firm, how strong this woman's body
looked and 'My God' did it look good! Ian watched all this even as the older
woman now slipped back on those cowgirl's boots and then thrusted herself up
and into the ring, throwing her powerful body under the bottom rope, a quick
roll and she was instantly back up on her booted feet.

'What the hell was she up too?' Ian moved up to the ring to get himself up in
there as well, but before he could push himself up THUD! OOOWWWHHH! A firm,
full hand was thrusted into his chest and the tall man was pushed back away
from the ring, the schoolgirl Daughter had now stepped in to make her presence
felt!

Up in the ring and as Tony and Dale finished they were aware of the woman,
dressed in just a pair of boots and a yellow, and quite tight, sexy sport
outfit now walking over to them. The men's arms came down, there was a puzzled
look on each of their faces, Tony was the one who made the first move, "what
the hell do you want lady, you don't belong ... ... " WHACK! The woman was
close enough to the man now, the sparring partner, and no matter how big he
was, how knowledgeable and clever about the fight game he was, he wasn't ready
for her.

As she got close, but not too close to concern the man, she'd leapt forward,
closed that gap, brought her arm around and smacked it hard into the side of
Tony's face. The bare fist blow shock the well-seasoned ring man, it had
rocked him and caught him out, totally. He went staggering backwards, tripping
over his own feet and heading straight for the ropes. Falling down onto the
middle rope in a way he'd never done before. As soon as that man was out the
way the woman now turned sharply and was staring straight at Dale, 'he was the
reason she was here, so let's get started!'

Outside the ring and Ian had managed to stay up on his feet after being pushed
back, away by the schoolgirl, it was embarrassing and he was glad that no one
had witnessed it. But it was now time to ... ... WHACK! OOOFFFFF! This time
the girl shoved two open hands into the man's chest, the powerful thrusting
blow sent Ian again back, and this time took him off his feet. Sending his
flying, then over and onto his arse. 'What the hell!' As he sat there not
believe that this had just happened the girl how started to strip off for
action, in a similar way that her Mother had!

Ian sat there on the floor of the club's ring room looking up as the
schoolgirl pulled at her tie and slipped it off and quickly unbuttoned her
white blouse. The blouse came away easily as if it was used to being taken off
quickly, then the skirt, unzipped and left to drop to the floor. Ian looked up
in amazement and if truth be told there was something else there for the man
to feel too, was it just a hint of desire and touch of lust, maybe?

The powerful schoolgirl stood there in just her school shoes, white socks and
a set of lacky light blue underwear. Dressed like this the man could take in,
fully, just how stunning her body was and how she looked. Her body was stout,
powerful, broad, her legs, arms, abs, chest all showed sign of toned strong
muscle. She was a 'girl' like no other this man had ever seen before. And
there was also that young plainish face and those long platted pigtails, that
made her even more ... ... . interesting to him!

Back in the ring and the older woman was heading for Dale, the lad was
confused having seen this woman, whoever she was appear from out of nowhere
and into his training ring. Then she'd hit Tony 'why would she do that, what
had Tony done, and now she was ... ... ' SMACK! UUUUHHHH! The was no time for
questions and the woman wasn't going to give any answers, all she gave him was
another lunging fist. But this time she'd not quite got the distance right and
when her fist connected it didn't have the full effected she would have
wanted. But even so Dale took the blow on the chin, literally, but he's a
strong lad, can take a punch, and he'll need to!

Even with a 'little' punch the strong young boxer staggered rearwards after
the female fist had struck him. It knocked him back and not even her best
shot, but still the lad had felt it. He was on his feet and even though he
didn't know why this was happening he realised she was trouble and was now
ready to defend himself! He put his arms up, got his stance right and was
ready to, well ready to box her! THUD! UUUHHHHHH! But she wasn't just going to
use her fists, the woman, the much older woman, was fast, flexible, and had
skill. She gave a sort of skip, a hop to the side of the lad, him with his
gloves up ready for her. Then she'd thrown herself completely around, swung
her leg up, around and now slammed her cowgirl boot into the side of the lad.

The boot had gone high and slammed into his upper arm, right on his muscle,
catching him just right, making the youth flinch, knocking him a couple of
steps to the side, surprising him, but most of all hurting him! The blow had
surprised the lad, but still he was a good boxer and was ready for the
unexpected, well almost! He moved, turned slight, and keeping his guard up,
his injured arm away from the woman and then let loose with his right,
straight at the woman. He was ready for her now, he'd had enough of this, but
maybe she was even more ready!

As his arm came her way, as that red glove was sent in her direction, the
older woman also moved a quick twist of her firm body and she was out the way
and, in a position, to use both her hands to grab onto the lad's outstretched
arm, as it went straight forward and was now in front of her. She had a good
firm grip on his arm, she used her strength, his momentum, and turned. Taking
control of the youthful, strong boxer, his arm went over her shoulder as she
slightly ducked down, taking him with her. Taking the lad off his feet and
flinging him over her fit female body. A martial arts move, maybe, the woman
obviously knew something about how to fight!

The room echoed with a loud thud as Dale was tossed over the older woman's
shoulder and sent down into the canvas, being down in the ring was a new
experience for the lad. It shocked him, he felt it, it hurt him and he didn't
like it.

The older woman gave a smile as the boy was knocked down and she stood there
for a second enjoying the moment then, HUUHHH! Tony was back up, the big,
older man had got himself together, got back to his feet and had now grabbed
the woman from behind. His experience strong arms around her, holding her and
... ... THUD! OOOWWWW! The woman shot her elbow back into his gut, stunning
him, winding him and making him breaking his hold on her. Tony staggered
backwards gasping, the woman turned, looked the man quickly up and down, got
her distance and, CRACK!

Her cowgirl boot came swinging around high and fast, straight into the side of
the man's head, it was one blow, a single strike but that's all that was
needed. The leg, the foot, the boot all did their work, Tony just stood there
for a second or two looking stunned, dazed then he tumbled down, he fell like
a might oak tree being cut down. He went down fast, hard, the whole ring
shuddered as the man hit it. He was out cold and now no longer of any concern
to the woman, who could turn back to the boy she had come here for!

Outside the ring and the lad's Father had his own worries to deal with, the
muscular schoolgirl! The man had gone to roll to the side and then push
himself up off the floor, but hallway through this he felt something grab him,
hard, onto his shoulder. The girl's hand gripped hard onto Ian, he looked up
into her uncompromising face, he saw her flex her muscle and the pain shot
through his shoulder as her fingers dug into his flesh. Taking a very firm
hold, the pigtailed schoolgirl now controlled the man, she moved her arm up,
pulling Ian with her, taking him up off of the floor.

It was a painful experience as she dragged him upwards, doubled over with the
shooting pain in his shoulder the man was totally at her mercy, THUD!
OOOWWWWWWW! The girl twisted the man around at the same time as bringing him
up, then just at the right moment as he was turned towards her she let loose
with her knee. Driving it hard into the upcoming man's gut, driving the air
out him, hurting him and once more taking control of him. Ian gasped, coughed
and struggled to breath for a moment. Then a rush of air as he finally manged
to gasp for breath, at the same time the girl brought a second hand down onto
the man and, WOOSSHHH! THUD! ARRRRHHHHH!

The girl flung the man back towards the ring, slamming him hard into in,
driving his back against the side of the ring. The jolt of hitting the ring
sent a bolt of pain through his body, he stumbled, staggered forwards, unable
to do anything else, not sure what was happening to him. All he knew was his
body hurt, that was enough for now, then he felt strong arms garb him, there
as a pause then ... ... ARRRRRHHHHH!

The muscle girl had indeed grabbed him with both her arms, as he fell towards
her. She'd reached out and wrapped those powerful arms around the man,
trapping him there, holding him. Then she squeezed, Ian shrikes filled the
room as the schoolgirl's bear hug crushes his body. The smaller, younger
schoolgirl, the muscle girl's grip was not going to be broken, no matter how
hard the man tries to thrash around in her arms. He'll just had to take, like
a man! She flexes those arms and again the man called out, cried in agony, how
could a girl do this to a man like him? Ian certainly didn'y know. She looks
up into his face, sees his agony and flexes, squeezes one more time,
ARRRRHHHHHH!

Up in the ring and the older woman looked down at Dale who was also hurt,
being thrown onto his back on the canvas had knocked the wind out of him, but
he was a fighter and knew how to react. He quickly caught his breath and had
rolled over, the woman could have done something, but she waited. His fist
glove went down on the canvas and he began to push himself up when, WHACK!
That cowgirl boot went screaming into his ribs, there was a cry to match that
of his Father as the pain gripped Dale and he was knocked over and across the
ring.

He rolled and came to a halt, as he did a hand immediately grabbed onto his
hair and the boy was yanked upwards by the woman. As he came sharply up, THUD!
A good old fashion female fist went back into his gut, soften the lad up,
followed by a couple more, making sure all that air was knocked out her ring
boy! Dale doubled over as she smacked him, then WALLOP! A knee was brought in
and up into his groin.

That firm tap was followed by the older woman grabbing and yanking his head
up, throwing it backwards and him with it, the youth staggered back, then
SMACK! A backhand across Dale's face making him stagger further backwards
WHACK! Another smack across his face, blood appeared in the corner of his
mouth and another slap followed, until, THUD! Dale was in the corner trapped,
as CRUNCH! The woman threw herself against the lad, like some wrestling move,
trapping the boy in the corner, crushing his body with hers. Grapping onto the
ropes she now thrusted herself against him, squeezing her strong female muscle
against his youthful boyish body.

Outside the ring and the Father, Ian, was also in trouble with the schoolgirl
Daughter, her crushing bear hug had done its trick the taller, older man was
broken, well almost. But the girl had a few more moves she wanted to try on
him first. She let go and Ian could breathe again, he rushed to take in air,
not caring that he was unable to stand up and dropping down onto his knee, air
was the important thing right now!

As he went down on his knees his head dropped forward, and just into the right
position for the girl to take a simple step forward and clamp her stout thighs
around Ian's head! Trapping the man there and now she very slowly, very
deliberately began the flex those thighs, squeeze, nothing too hard or too
fast. She'd let him fell the power in her legs as they took hold of him,
slowly. And Ian soon felt this, and realised what was going on, immediately he
started to panic!

His hands came up he gripped onto to the pigtailed schoolgirls upper legs,
'God they felt good!' But they were also starting to hurt him, to squash is
head, to inflict pain, hurt, agony and crush his head 'Oh God!' Ian looked
downwards, saw the girl cross her feet over and the intensity suddenly
increased, the pain, the hurt all got worse as his head felt as if it was
going to explode!

Back in the ring and the lad was still at the mercy of the older woman who was
inflicted more hurt and pain into his body and doing it with her body. But
then she stopped, Dale was relived he grabbed as much air as he could, then
SMACK! That familiar female backhand across his face told him she wasn't
finished, just yet.

At that moment the door to the club ring room was pushed open and a small old
man walked inside, he'd been in the boxing game for a lifetime and seen every
so called new hope, new wonder, new champion that had ever pulled on a pair of
gloves. He's wasn't a man that was easily impressed, but even so he'd liked
what he'd heard about this lad here, 'what was his name, Dale?' He'd watch
numerous video of the lad in the ring, again liked what he saw, and of course
had seen him a few times at various fight. But he'd not made that move to
speak with the lad's coach, not yet anyway. Back then the scout had made notes
on this lad, marked his name in his 'book' and one day, when he was ready he'd
have that talk with the lad's coach. Today was that day, the scout was here to
see the kid, see him train and talk to his coach.

The scout stopped and looked into the room, he'd thought he'd seen everything
in his time but what he was now looking at was something else ... ... !

Outside the ring on the floor was stood a young looking girl, but a really
tough, powerful looking girl, the scout knew boxers who didn't look that good,
that strong, that dominate. Because that's just how she looked, the pigtail
young muscle girl, in her underwear, with the grown man bent over in front of
her and with his head trapped between her thighs. That was the first thing
that caught the scout's attention but there was also the man laid out in the
ring, the tall older man that the scout knew and a man who was as good a
sparring partner as you'd get in these parts. And for the first time the scout
could remember he saw that Tony was laid out on the canvas!

Not just on the canvas but out cold on the canvas, and by the looks of it the
only one that could have done that was the woman that was also in the ring.
The woman, and by the looks of it an older woman, but again a strong fit woman
dressed in boots and bright sports kit who was now thrashing backhands across
the face of a badly beaten young boxer who was trapped by her in one of the
ring corners. She held him with one hand tight across his throat while her
other hand spanked him hard again and again and again.

The scout didn't know who these women were and to be honest he didn't want to
disturb them to find out. He'd sort of recognised the man having his head
crushed as the coach he'd come to talk to. And he did recognise the young lad
being slapped silly as the new up and coming promising star of the game! Well
so much for him!

The old scout now just turned around and left, there was no point in talking
to the coach, no point in watching the lad train, he'd just leave the woman to
finish off whatever was going on in there. It was best to not interrupt what
was going on!

Back at the family home and Roland's Mum had told her Son she was just going
over to Haylee's place; the women had got all cuddly and kissy and now need a
bit of 'private' time together! So that left Roland up in his room finishing
off his homework. Today had been a good day, he'd told that bully of a girl to
back off or his brother would get her, 'that told her, and it had worked.' The
young boy laughed as he remembered what the girl had said 'I'll get my Mum and
my Sister to beat up your Brother!' As if something silly like that was going
to happen ... ... !