Glove Love
By Smac
Toni takes a beating from her husband's boxing gloves

Corrected 13/06/2001

Even as she fumbled with the front door key Toni could hear the 
muffled ring of the trim phone in the hallway inside.
Cascading her mountain of parcels onto the carpet she panted, "is 
that you Mark?"
"Hello darling, did you get everything you wanted this morning?"
Toni examined her long, red finger nails, "yes Mark, how's your 
day progressing."	
There was a long pause.
"Murderous. In fact I'm surprised I haven't smacked someone in the 
mouth before now."
"Will you be home at the usual time?" she purred. 
He grunted his reply and slammed the phone down. 
Toni made up her mind, things were long overdue anyway.
She replaced the receiver thoughtfully and, having bent to 
retrieve her parcels, thought better of it, kicked off her shoes 
and headed for the kitchen.
She took her ice and soda up to the master bedroom. 
First she opened the study door, just down the landing and began 
to carry the bedroom furniture in there. Her dressing table and 
chair, their bedside tables and phones. When she'd finished all 
that remained was their kingsize bed. She stripped off the duvet 
and bottom sheet, bundling them into the walk-in wardrobes.
Then to the airing cupboard where she carefully brought out a
white sheet.
This was no ordinary sheet though, it was thick white rubber. Toni 
lifted it and buried her face in it, savouring the strong smell 
and reliving some of the memories it evoked.
Soon it was stretched taut over the huge bed, looking for all the 
world 1ike a clean white cotton sheet. Her last act was to toss 
two little pairs of black leather boxing gloves onto the pristine 
rubber sheet.
Toni heard the car in the drive. Jumping up she made for the 
hallway.
"Hi, darling."	
As soon as he saw her Mark's spirits began to lift.
Her long, blonde hair fell over her bare, broad shoulders. A silky 
smooth white bra all but contained her ballooning breasts and her 
favourite black leather miniskirt strained over her meaty hips. 
She stood barefoot at the foot of the stairs. 
She turned and started up the staircase with Mark a few steps 
behind.
She flung open the bedroom door and looked back over her shoulder.  
He knew for sure now.
The stripped room, the rubber sheet on the bed, most of all the 
little black boxing gloves.
He unknotted his tie, while Toni caught her hair up at the nape of 
her neck and knotted it with a white ribbon. 
He continued undressing, his eyes all the time on his wife. 
She undid her heavy necklace and flung it into a corner.
Mark stood naked, to watch Toni strip off the little she wore. She 
hunched her powerful shoulders and popped the catch of her 
overworked bra. Her big brown 44 inch tits seemed to fill the 
room. Through each long dark brown teat was a large gold ring. She 
grinned at Mark and spun each ring round till she could unclip 
them. 
They dropped with a clink into one of the huge cups of her white 
bra. She turned her little leather skirt round till the zip was at 
the front. It gave way grudgingly and she dropped the warm leather 
down next to her huge brassiere. This left her in a tiny white 
silk g string. A smile again played over her broad lips as she 
hooked her thumbs into the side strings and stepped out of the 
tiny scrap or material. She carried three rings in the smooth 
shaven area between her beefy thighs. They were all gold and all 
large, one through her very clitoris and one each into the very 
meat of her vulva on each side of her slit. It took several 
minutes of fiddling to get them all out and into the cup of her 
brassiere.
Mark watched the whole time, his penis standing rampant before 
him.
Toni looked up and her eyes focussed first on her husband's cock, 
then on the boxing gloves on the bed.
She crossed the room and carefully picked them up from the rubber
sheet.	
They were six ouncers, one pair had laces, the other were of the 
pull on variety. She handed Mark the lace on ones and dropped the 
other pair on the carpet.
She held out her strong hands.
"Are you sure?" asked Mark.
She nodded and smiled a weak smile. 
He pushed the boxing gloves onto her fists and laced them very 
tightly. He watched her thighs clench and unclench as he gloved 
her up, she was excited already. 
Bending, he picked up his boxing gloves and managed finally
to get his big hands tightly packed into the black leather.
Totally naked, but for her boxing gloves, Toni sat on the very 
edge of the rubber covered bed then, with a sigh, she allowed her 
broad shoulders to drop back onto the cool rubber. She spread her 
meaty thighs, the petals of her cunt opened out, wet and vulnerable.
Mark stood between her feet and began to rub his little right 
boxing glove up her thigh, then began to grind it into the apex of 
her thighs, into her streaming cunt.
Her mouth hung open and she panted lustily.
She sighed and nodded eagerly.
Her knees fell ever wider apart.
Mark bunched his right fist inside the tiny black boxing glove and 
drove it, with a splat, sharply up into his wife's waiting cunt. 
She grunted, her thighs closed involuntarily and her huge breasts 
bounced up under her chin.
"Again," she pleaded.
Mark adjusted his stance and gave her another uppercut between the 
legs.
He grasped her right thigh with his left glove and she covered it 
with her right glove squeezing it each time she was ready for the 
next punch. Each punch sent her baggy breasts up to smother her 
mouth and chin. After about a dozen sickening blows up between her 
legs Toni brought her right boxing glove over to her lap and began 
to grind it into her puffy red cunt lips. She sat up after a while 
and her boxing gloves went round Mark's hips to paw at his 
buttocks. His huge cock fell naturally between her sack like tits.
She manoeuvred her wet mouth over his bell end and began gently to 
suck on his penis as it was a lolly. She let it slip from her lips 
for a moment, "my tits," she pleaded.
"You know I don't like to hit you there."
He always felt he'd rather punch her in the face than in the big 
soft balloon like bags of her great breasts.
"I want,... " she gagged.
His right fist thudded into her left breast, she squeezed on his 
bum and he punched her again.
She grunted and squeezed again.
He looked down at the breast as she squeezed. There was a pearl of 
blood at the teat, where her nipple ring had been minutes before.
 "Last time," he snapped and drove his fist into the very meat of 
her left breast, feeling the flesh and nipple crush against her 
ribcage.	
She let his penis slip from her slobbering mouth and she cupped 
her left tit in her right boxing glove. Blood dripped steadily 
from her teat onto her quivering thigh. She eased her bum back on 
the bed until she could kneel up on the rubber sheet and watch the 
drops of blood from her ruptured breast dripping onto the white 
rubber
She smiled a satisfied smile at Mark.
"Now, see if you can make me suck your cock till you come in my 
mouth," she challenged.
He whacked her in the face, ripping her pouting lips. Dark red 
blood began down over her trembling chin.
She thrust her face out towards him.
He hit her so hard in the face that	her head flew back, her long 
blonde hair swinging down between the shoulder blades of her 
arched back. Again and again her head rocked back, her bloody chin 
forming a straight line with her long neck.
He paused after about a dozen of the sickening blows.
She had both her boxing gloves down between her legs, it looked
as if she was trying to force her gloves up into her streaming 
cunt. Her proud head hung forwards, large drops of blood from her 
nose splattered silently onto the once white rubber, gouts of 
blood from her gory mouth plopped to drop between her quivering 
knees each time she parted her lips to sob.
She raised her head slowly and looked into his eyes.
He saw at once the pain and the pleading.
She wasn't quite ready to gratify him yet.
Almost reluctantly he clenched his fists inside his small, sweaty 
boxing gloves.
She adjusted her stance on the bed, kneeling proudly in the mess 
of her own blood.
Unexpectedly he smacked her hard in her left breast, restarting 
the dribble of blood from her ruptured milk tract.
She gasped, sending tiny drops of blood showering all over the 
latex covered bed. There were tears in her eyes, but the hint of a 
smile on her ragged lips She looked, at him again, pleadingly. He 
raised his gloved right fist and drove it down into the centre of 
her bashed face. He actually felt her nose give under his leather 
clad knuckles.
Her blood spurted down over her chest, belly and thighs. She 
knelt, open mouthed for about half a minute.
He stood back, more than a little concerned about all the blood. 
Then she put out her spattered hands and lowered her bloody, 
hurting breasts into the puddles of her own blood on the thick 
rubber sheet.
She slid painfully forwards on the bloody rubber till her face was 
near the edge of the bed. She groped for his cock with her boxing 
gloves.
He shuffled forwards eagerly and fed his meat into her busted 
mouth. 
She grabbed the edge of the bed as best she could with her boxing 
gloved hands.
Blood from her nose and mouth lubricated the sucking before 
further messing up the rubber	sheet.	 
Soon his gloves went round behind her bobbing head, his back 
arched as he shot his load into her gory mouth.		
He hung on to the back of her head for a few moments	then, with 
his cock still jammed in her mouth, roughly pulling off his boxing 
gloves. Untying the ribbon at the back of her neck, he grabbed the 
root of his limpening cock and, used handfuls of her hair to wipe 
the remains of his semen and her blood from his messy cock.
She sobbed noisily, through her blood clogged nose and mouth into 
the sticky rubber.
He jammed his bloody boxing gloves callously down between the 
backs of her shuddering thighs, grabbed his clothes and headed for 
the door.
An hour later, in his study, He looked up from his magazine, 
whiskey and soda in hand.
The doorway framed Toni. She was still wearing her boxing gloves 
and was still plastered with blood all down over her front. Her 
shoulders and breasts were daubed with it and down her left side 
and thigh great trickles had run down from her burst breast. 
Under her arm she carried the blood sticky white rubber sheet.
"Thanks darling," she whispered, and made to head out of the room.
He motioned, her forwards and she stood before him bare feet 
apart, bloody bruised head held proudly erect.
He put down his drink and magazine and began to pick at her left 
boxing glove. 
Meanwhile she placed the gory rubber sheet carefully on the coffee 
table and rammed her right glove roughly up between her blood 
spattered thighs, pounding and grinding her bare, puffy vulva. 
When the left glove yielded to Mark's strong fingers, she uppercut 
herself cruelly in the cunt three times before offering her right 
boxing glove to be unlaced.
Mark handled the gooey black leather boxing glove gingerly.
Toni retrieved her rubber sheet and, with both gloves in her hands 
left Mark to his own devices.