The Grange 
By Smac
Two young women in a semi-pro boxing match.


Corrected 13/06/2001



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 women's
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 gum shields 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 girls fists prior to his lacing on their boxing 
gloves. This done, he took one pair of the small, black 
leather gloves 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 forwards 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 face. 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 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.
Coming 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...