Jane and Petra

One year on.  

5/04/2002


Jane awoke with a start.
She reached out to feel for Richard.
But, although his side of the vast bed was still warm, he was already up.
"What's he up to?" she thought.
Then, her guts knotting up, she remembered it was the morning of her forty sixth  birthday.
Today she was going to box Petra again in the utility room downstairs,  which was where Richard was 
sure to be, getting it ready for the afternoon's fight.


Her tummy continued to churn as she mentally went over the revised rules for the fight.
They were her rules.
She would be naked for this second boxing session, it couldn't really be considered a boxing match as 
there would be only one active participant.
The gloves would be four ounce this time and she'd managed to buy some beautiful white ones.
The tiny gloves would allow Petra easier access to her pussy whilst in the ring.  She'd been 
disappointed last time that the German girl boxer hadn't hit her between the legs at all.
What had happened at Susan's house later that day had proved what a turn on it was for her to be 
punched in the cunt
. 
Lastly, she'd decided to try to make the session last longer by having Petra body punch only  for the 
first four rounds, before allowing her to punch her in the face from the fifth onwards.
She glanced at the bedside clock, nine o'clock, just six hours to go.
She swallowed hard and slid out of bed.
All she wore were a tiny pair of white cotton panties.
As usual her baggy breasts hung about her waist.

She threw on a towelling dressing gown and padded off to the bathroom.
"Do you want breakfast?" shouted Richard.
"No thanks, just coffee and juice," she replied, her voice unsteady.
She spend, in fact, a good hour in the bathroom.
Doing what it is women do to end up with perfectly smooth bodies.  Her legs, her underarms and, of 
course, her pussy where all smooth and shiny by the time she'd finished.  Lastly she applied some cold 
cream to all the areas and drew her dressing gown back on.  She felt good about herself.
She turned to one of the mirrors and tried a couple of different ways of tying back her blondish hair.
She usually wore her hair over her shoulders these days but, when she was younger, she often wore it 
up and she knew several different styles.  Finally she decided on a simple white scrunchee on the nape 
of her neck.  Once decided she took it off and carefully put it in one of the dressing gown pockets.
The morning was waning.  
She thought for a while then, her mind made up, she headed for  the TV room.
About a month before, Petra had sent Richard and Jane videos of her last four fights.
They weren't commercial videos but some that Martin, her trainer and seeming partner had 
commissioned himself.  They were well made and showed all aspects of Petra's boxing activities 
including the weigh in, gloving up and so on, even some coverage of the dressing rooms after the 
bouts.
Jane had been saving her copies for a special occasion, whereas she knew the Richard had watched 
some or even all of his.
"This sure is a special occasion," she thought to herself as she selected the oldest  in chronological 
order.
The legend said it was a non championship fight against a Swedish woman, but the purse mentioned 
seemed very high to Jane.
The first few minutes of the video showed Petra in track suit bottoms and a sports bra training, working 
out and so on.
The next section answered a question for Jane.
"What did women boxers wear for their weigh in?"
It showed Petra in a small room standing on some scales.  In bra and panties!

Barefoot too, Jane noticed.
That was an eye opener.
The next shot was obviously in the changing room.
Jane was again surprised, it was fairly obvious that the other woman in the room was her opponent.
They were both in the usual silk dressing gown and each was having tape applied to their knuckles.
Again it seemed odd to Jane that they should be being prepared to fight in such close proximity.
After the gloving up they simply stood and marched off into the bright lights and the main hall.
As a precaution, before settling to watch the fight itself, Jane when to the nearby bathroom and came 
back with a towel which she carefully folded before proceeding to sit on it.
It was just as well because, by the time the vicious fight was over, she was quite damp between her 
legs.
She rose stiffly and glanced at the clock.
1.30.
She padded barefoot to Richard's study.
Without knocking, she eased open the door just a crack.
By coincidence Richard was also watching one of Petra's videos, evidenced too by the large tent in the 
front of his jogging bottoms.
He looked up at her and smiled.
His hand went to the remote, presumably to stop the tape but Jane came right over to him.
"Keep it going if you want," she said huskily, and dropped to her knees.
She swallowed hard and rescued a dribble of sperm that had run down her chin.
"Better?"
Richard nodded and sighed.

Then he stiffened.
"Do you think  Susan can work a video camera?"

"I expect so, you know her better than me, why not give her a ring?"
He put his hand over the mouthpiece, "she'll be here at 2.30 and she's got a friend staying with her at 
the moment so she's going to bring her too, so there'll certainly be someone spare to use the camera.  I'd 
better go and get it all ready."
"Tell her I want a word," said Jane rather conspiratorially, "I'll use the hall 'phone."
"Hi, Su see you soon then."
Pause.
"You couldn't do me a small  favour and wear that little black leather skirt could you?  It would remind 
me, you know………………………."
She could hear Susan chuckling one the other end.
"Ok, see you in a minute."
Jane head for the utility room and the boxing ring.
Richard was putting the finishing touches to the camera.
It was a large, commercial one they'd bought for some project in the past.  It was ideal though as it was 
mains operated and stood on a sturdy tripod.
There was a monitor and a VCR also.
As promised, on the stroke of 2.30, Susan and her friend Gloria arrived.
Jane could not help but smile.
They were dressed more or less identically, see through white tee shirts, no bras and, of course, each 
wore an incredibly short black leather skirt.
Richard was drooling.
Gloria's breasts and especially her nipples could be clearly seen beneath the thin top.
Susan's, because she wasn't so well endowed, less so.
He relished the opportunity to have them gather close about him so that he could explain the camera 
etc. to them.
Jane was more or less ignored for several minutes, but she admired the two women from the ring apron 
as she fiddled with this and that.
Then she had an idea of her own.
She left the utility and made off to a little used cupboard in the house.
She returned with a polythene package.
She crouched down, the front of her gown gaping to reveal her own massive breasts, and began to 
break open the packet.
Inside was rather smelly.
The sheet that was on the ring floor a year ago and the g string she'd wore for that fight.
She went round to her corner and, finding the messiest part of the sheet, draped it over the ropes in a 
hank about a foot wide.  She carefully positioned the panties with the stained front panel over the 
corner post.  She stepped back to look at her handiwork.
Satisfied she hopped back to the floor, her bare feet slapping the bare boards.
At the same moment a cab pulled up outside.
All the players were in place.

Richard had e mailed Martin and Petra about the new 'rules' so they were up to speed, but he thought he 
ought to explain things to the two other women.
If that meant that he had them to himself for a little longer, well so be it.
By the time he'd finished explaining how the fight was to be conducted, Gloria's jaw was hanging.
Susan simply nodded and went to check her little medical bag.
Richard went over to greet the Germans.
Petra wore a black leather jacket, long black boots and a little black mini skirt.
"Good journey?"
"Ja."
"Same as last time, start straight away?"
Petra nodded vigorously.
Richard explained about the other two women and the videoing.
They were quite happy with that, as long as they got copies of course.
Jane came over.
"Have she brought something to wear?" she asked via Richard.
"I'm going to wear some little disposable panties."
She held them up.
They appeared to be made of some papery material.
"Oh, no can't have that," sighed Jane, "hang on I'll find you something."
Richard explained as Jane dashed off, tits flopping around under the ever widening front of her 
dressing gown.
"Here we are," she panted, and thrust a little silky handful over to Petra, "keep them as a souvenir."
Petra held them up.
It was two tiny white silk triangles joined by  very thin elastic strings.
They both smiled.
Jane went over by her corner while Richard hung around as Petra began to shed her clothes.
She struggled with the long boots first, little black skirt riding up so he could almost see her panties.
The jacket off, she draped it over the back of the chair and drew her tight, white sweater over her short, 
blonde hair.
Pushed up by her bra, her breasts seemed bigger than Richard remembered.
As soon as the bra catch was popped and it joined the sweater and jacket he was convinced that her 
chest was indeed bigger.  So were her arms and shoulders he concluded unhappily. 
Looking directly at him she spun her little skirt round to pop the catch.
She stepped out of it gracefully and he turned back to face the boxing ring as she changed her panties.
She climbed into the ring barefoot and in the little silk robe Jane had left on her table.
Jane squeezed between the taut ring ropes, all modesty to the wind as the front of her robe was wide 
open.
Gloria and Susan, as if wanting to get into the spirit of the moment each eased their tee shirts over their 
heads to stand by the camera in just their leather skirts.  Gloria's magnificent in her toplessness, her 
breasts were a thing of beauty and no mistake.  Both Richard and Martin were clearly spellbound.
Jane, not to be outdone, flung off her gown to stand completely naked in her corner, albeit trembling 
mightily.

 
Gloria peeped through the camera and grinned hugely.
Jane took a tiny pair of white boxing gloves from the bag between her bare feet and raised them to her 
face.  She caressed her cheeks with them then kissed the knuckle part of each glove very deliberately 
before handing them to Richard so that he could pass them to the opposite corner.
There were strips of Elastoplast over the top rope for the women's knuckles considering the extreme 
lightness of the boxing gloves that they were to use on one another.
As before Jane's pelvis did it's thing as Richard pushed one tiny boxing glove onto her right hand.
Susan whispered to Gloria and she nodded, looking through the view finder again.
With both gloves on and her cuntlips now wet as well as shiny, she got Richard to tie her hair back.
Once she was gloved up Martin tugged the gown from Petra's broad shoulders and she turned to face 
the frightened Jane.
She stood in the tiny panties Jane had given her, smacking her hard boxing gloves together, seemingly 
packing her fists ever tighter into the thin gloves.
"Are we ready?" asked Richard weakly from the ringside.
All nodded.
"Round one, body punching only," ding.


Jane stepped slowly from the safety of her corner, she held her gloves shoulder high as before.
Gloria panned the camera slightly, getting the feel of the tripod mount.
She gasped as Petra threw a right cross into Jane's ribs, the picture went wobbly for a second.
Richard had said this didn't matter though she remembered.
Jane stood her ground as Petra punched her twice more in the side.
With a glint in her eye Petra came forwards, right up to Jane, and uppercut her sharply in the cunt with 
her right glove.  It fitted into Jane's wide crotch gap beautifully.
Jane stood transfixed.
Petra poked two snappy straight rights into Jane's massive left breast and stepped back as Jane went to 
her knees, her right boxing glove cupping her left tit, her left glove cupping her bare pussy.
She knelt there for about twenty seconds, enough time for Susan to come to the ringside.
"Ok?"
Jane nodded slowly with a weak smile.
Susan, bare breasts swaying walked back to the monitor.
As soon as Jane was upright, Petra returned to the attack.
She seemed to be concentrating her fire on Jane's huge left breast.
The right jabs and straights went in until the bell.
When Jane eased her bare bum onto the stool her left tit was crimson and visibly swelling, tears ran 
down her ashen cheeks.
"She must be hurting," thought Richard.
"You've never cried when I've punished your breasts?" he observed.
"Perhaps you will have to use boxing gloves on me after all," she half joked.
She grabbed the towel and patted her damp eyes.
"Do you want me to sponge it a bit?" he asked,   remembering how she didn't want to be touched 
between rounds last time.
"Maybe next time," she sighed.
He dinged the bell for the second.
Petra was obviously warming up.
She'd been told in Richard's e mails, what would be expected of her, if Jane wanted her tits hurt then 
she was about to oblige.
She threw a cruel straight right as Jane came towards her.
The tiny glove all but disappeared into the mass of Jane's poor left breast.
Jane felt her hard nipple grind into her very ribs.
Almost before Petra had regained her stance the centre of Jane's left breast began to deepen in colour.
Jane hunched her shoulders resolutely and stood her ground despite the fierce, stabbing pain in her tit.
Petra uppercut her this time, the whole left tit lifting bodily, her poor nipple this time slapping into her 
shoulder, it felt to her as if her tit had been completely ripped off her chest.
As soon as the mass of tit flesh flopped back down onto Jane's chest Petra slammed another straight 
right into the very nipple again.
This was more than Jane could stand, she wasn't knocked down as such, she went down on one knee to 
escape Petra's cruel fists and for time to get over the pain in her tit before she had to rise and bear it 
again.
In her heart, she wasn't proud, but she couldn't face another blow to her tit straight away.
Martin clearly didn't approve either. He tutted and shooed Petra into a neutral corner before standing 
over Jane as if to say "get up, it's what you said you wanted."
Jane looked up at him, cow eyed.
Meekly she pushed off her bent knee with the little white boxing glove and gamely put her unused 
leathers up.
Thankfully Richard dinged the bell.
Susan came over again.
"Ok?"
"Hurting a little," croaked Jane.
"I'll check it over after the next round if you like," she said, glancing at Jane's swollen tit.
"Ok," she replied.
Susan went back to join Gloria.
"I told her I'd have a look at her breast after the next round.  Especially if that woman keeps hitting her 
like that for the whole two minutes."
Gloria looked down at her own impressive bosom, trying to imagine what it would be like to be in the 
ring with the German woman using them as punch bags.  She shuddered and bent to make sure the 
camera was catching Jane sitting out her pain filled  minute.
Jane's left breast flared crimson as she stoically stood for the third.
Petra went straight for the same quarter as soon as the bell rang.
Jane keened with pain.
She didn't go down in that round, perhaps she was becoming familiar with the tit punches and the pain.
She shuffled back to her corner, her left breast now visibly swollen, much bigger now than the right tit 
and beginning to darken with bruises.
Susan decided to leave things till the end of the fourth, when Petra may change her target area.
Richard lovingly soothed the flaring breast with a wet sponge.
"Last of the body punching only," he said, trying to raise Jane's spirits.
She smiled weakly, thinking to herself, "great, then she can hit me in the face as well."
When she came back from a further two minutes of being punched exclusively in the left breast, the 
whole mass of flesh was mottled with bruising and there was a pearl of blood on the end of the milk 
tract.
Susan was over like a flash.
She clambered awkwardly into the ring, her ridiculously short leather skirt riding up to reveal a little 
white silk thong.
"You poor thing," she soothed.
"It's what I asked her to do," panted Jane, glancing over to the opposite corner.
"Well she's made a bloody good job of it," she snapped, "mind if  see how it is?"
She cupped the burning, bruised breast in her cool hands, palpitating gently.
"Hmmm, doesn't seem to be too bad, but you are bleeding a little."
Jane glanced down, noticing the blood for the first time.

"Will it be alright?" she asked.
Susan nodded slowly, "some little blood vessels inside I expect," she soothed.
Richard intervened, "ten seconds love."
Jane swallowed hard and rose for the fifth knowing that from now on Petra could and would punch her 
anywhere.
The bell rang all too soon.
When she met Petra near the ring centre, the German actually punched her in the in left tit again.
As she stood bearing the awful pain, her distended tit hung  down her waist.
But she couldn't see the trickles of blood on  her left thigh.



Petra looked pleased with herself and, as if to reward herself for a job well done, sent her right fist 
between Jane's boxing gloves to connect with her nose.  Jane's head snapped back and her nose swelled 
almost instantly.
Petra caught Martin's eye and smiled.
She uppercut Jane in the stomach to make her drop her gloves, then used both fists on the older 
woman's face.
She collected about six stinging punches to her nose and mouth before she could get her gloves up to 
give her some cover, after all she was no boxer.
Susan strained forwards.
"Yes," she was bleeding from the nose already.
Another big right cross connected with her nose and she went to her knees, her mouth wide open with 
blood literally running round her lips and off the end of her trembling chin.
She sat on her haunches, the upper slopes of her massively swollen tits becoming spattered with blood.
Only Martin shouted, "auf," the others where silent.
>>From his vantage point in his wife's corner, Richard could see something else dripping.
A little puddle of goo was forming on the canvas under Jane's bare, gaping cunt.
The bell dinged to end the fifth.
He climbed into the ring and grabbed Jane under the arms, dragging her to her corner.
"You're not enjoying this are you?" he snapped.
She sat on the stool, glassy eyed.
She glanced down at her chest and sighed.
Before Richard could illicit a reply, Susan appeared at the corner with the wide eyed Gloria peering 
over her shoulder, her breasts jutting into Susan's back.
Jane bent forwards slightly, offering her face to Susan.
The medic felt along her nose, "it's ok, it's not broken."
Jane nodded slowly, a drop of blood splashing into her deep cleavage.
It was too late for Richard to comment further as he needed to ring the bell for the sixth.
Jane rose stoically and, gloves up under her chin, padded to the centre of the ring.
Petra kept the straight rights thudding into her face.
When Susan checked her nose after that two minutes she said flatly, "now it's broken."
Jane smiled a weak smile.
There was blood down to her belly button now, her pelvis clenched as Susan gently felt her swollen 
nose.
In the opposite corner, Petra looked down her own front at the flecks of blood and gobs of snot on her 
tits and belly,  she looked up at Richard and smiled.  She was being paid handsomely to use another 
woman as a punch bag.  
Judging by the bulge in the front of Martin's trousers, he was enjoying watching the beating as well.
Only Richard and, to some extent, Susan and Gloria seemed at all concerned for the hurting Jane.
Richard sighed as he rang the bell for the seventh.
His wife eased her bare bum off the stool and shuffled out of her corner, her thighs were well streaked 
with blood and her chest and belly wet with it.
Petra quickly uppercut her in the solar plexus, she folded and as her head came down, Petra uppercut 
her cruelly in the centre of her face.
Jane, her head now arched back, carried on to the canvas, her tits hitting the thinly covered boards with 
a sickening thud.
She lay out cold.
The only sign of life her back rising and falling very slowly.
The colour drained from Richard's face.
After about half a minute stunned inactivity, he climbed into the ring and knelt beside his wife.
He stroked the back of her head and she began to stir.
At last he got her standing and led her back to her corner.
Blood literally ran off the end of her chin into her lap as she slumped on the stool.
She was covered in it from head to foot.
"That's it," he demanded.
She looked up at him through puffy eyes.
"Just let her floor me once more, then it's over for good, I promise."
He shook his head slowly.
"But you're already in such a state………."
By the look in her eyes he knew he was wasting his time, "there's a minute left of this round," he 
conceded.
As it was he had to help her up off the stool.
A look of disbelief crossed Petra's face as Martin made her aware of Jane's approach.
The older woman made a pathetic spectacle as she shuffled over to her opponent's corner.
They tentatively touched gloves and then Jane took a few steps back.
Petra was on her.
She uppercut Jane squarely in the cunt as she stood there, thighs seemingly deliberately splayed.
Jane's mouth formed an 'O' and the colour drained from her face.
She punched as hard as she could into Jane's already damaged left breast, bringing her gloves down 
from her face.
A left cross went in, catching Jane in the eye, then a terrific straight right into her busted nose.
Jane sighed and went to the canvas at Petra's bare feet.
Petra raised her once white gloves above her head briefly and turned for her corner.
She turned her back to her corner to watch Jane and Martin draped her robe over her shoulders.
Again Richard squeezed between the ropes.
This time he carried an icepack. 
After several minutes of massaging the back of his wife's neck, she managed to sit up.
"Satisfied now?" he thought.
Susan and Gloria, having switched off the video camera, put in belated appearance at Jane's side.
Susan made the same observation as at the end of the last fight, that Jane should stay with her for a few 
days.  After the gloves had been exchanged and Jane had been laced into the blood sodden ones, the 
money changed hands and Martin and Petra left.
Susan and Gloria retrieved their gossamer tee shirts and bore Jane off for a session of their special 
brand of TLC.