Punch bag. By Smac. A masochistic woman takes a beating with the boxing gloves on. Corrected 2/07/2001 Louise moved restlessly around her husband's study, straightening pictures, reshelving books, her gaze repeatedly returning to the view of the long, curving drive out through the french windows. It had to be today, the opportunity may not arise again for weeks, everything was right, Jeremy was out of town, out of the country, she'd more or less recovered from her last beating, she'd no need to leave the house for days, weeks, if necessary. As usual, her longing, her lust was tinged with a gnawing fear in the pit of her stomach. It was all part of the build up. The fear, the waiting, even the way she was dressed. Her forearm brushed the front of her thin, white blouse, the sensation from her already erect nipples spread throughout her expectant body. She glanced up at the mirror. Dressed as she was she could have been taken for about twenty or even less. "Not bad for thirty two," she pouted at her reflection in the glass. She did a twirl. Her soft styled blonde hair twirled, she cupped her breasts, bare beneath the thin blouse. Her short, black skirt bordered on the rara, the g string under it and a pair of black very high heels was all she wore besides. No make up even, she-wanted to get straight down to it when they arrived. At last, she saw car windows flashing past behind the trees. Her first instinct was to run to the exercise room to make absolutely sure that everything was ready, but she held herself in check, she'd been in and out of that room all morning. Andy and Margaret were at the porch by the time she got there. "Good, they're all ready," she breathed. By 'all ready' she meant that they wouldn't need to change. Andy wore shorts and a singlet, Margaret a short, black leather mini skirt and white halter top bra. They sensed Louise's enthusiasm almost at once and all three turned simultaneously for the exercise room. Louise pushed open the door and drank in the familiar smell of leather, sweat and fear. She turned to watch Margaret reach behind her back and untie her bra. She dropped it casually on the floor of the sparsely furnished room, kneading her huge mounds with the heels of her hands. She glanced at Louise's chest and the dark, hard teats trying to poke their way through the thin material. The blonde took the hint, popping the buttons of the gossamer blouse before peeling it sensually over each shoulder and tugging it slowly from the waist band of her little skirt. It joined Margaret's bra and they were both bare breasted. Andy thought of all the times he'd seen them in action together, if only her husband, Jeremy, knew what she got up to during his not infrequent trips abroad. He wasn't the only one who liked a good time girl. But it wasn't time for that yet. Louise pulled open a drawer and took out two pairs of tiny, black boxing gloves. She looked at Andy and then at the boxing ring set up in the corner of the room. "After last time?" he asked softly. She tossed one pair of gloves at his chest and kicked off her shoes. Margaret met her fear filled gaze, her cow like eyes belied her dignified, assertive disposition. "Naked," she called over her shoulder as she took her own gloves over to Margaret. Her fingers trembled so much she had difficulty with the zipper on her skirt. "Here." Margaret undid it for her and even pulled the skirt down the blonde's strong, brown thighs. She thumbed her g string off herself and stood defiantly naked before the brunette, Margaret as she had so many times lately. Margaret's eyes roamed over her body. The big brown breasts with the massive darker brown teats, the flat belly, her shaven pubic mound, the flawless legs and the gaily painted toe nails. "Turn round," she ordered softly. Her back and buttocks still bore the scars of their last meeting, livid lines, though the bruising was all but faded. Her lust for sexual fulfilment, be it with men or women, was surpassed only by her craving for pain. She paid these two to provide her with both. Last time they'd each beaten her with thick canes till she passed out and when she did come round Andy had pissed in her mouth, forcing her to drink most of it. While she knelt there, the brunette rammed a dildo in and out of her ass until she bled all over the floor. Margaret, eager for the. brutality to begin, made a grab for Louise's strong arms, "come on let's get you gloved up." "Just a second," she returned to the drawer. "Here, for after," she croaked, handing the other girl a fairly hefty pair of pliers and two long hat pins. Margaret looked confused. "I want them just here," she said pointing to her wide, dark aureole. "Not through your teat?" "Oh no, farther back than that, right through my tits. Here I'll show you where." She gently grabbed Margaret's long right nipple with the clumsy pliers, pulled lightly and poised the needle where her aureole joined the paler tit flesh. Margaret swallowed hard, "put them through my nipples, I'll keep them warm for you." Louise let go of the teat with the pliers and placed them quickly on the floor. While she did so Margaret restored her squashed teat with trembling fingers. She squealed when the blonde dug the big needle into the very centre of her hard right teat. It took several seconds of hard pushing before the point began to distort the other side of the teat completely, prior to breaking out. She sobbed when it did so and trembled ever more violently as Louise pushed the needle on through her nipple until the pearl on the end rested next to the pierced flesh. "Hang on," squealed Margaret. Louise worried that she may cry off the other needle but instead she yanked her little leather mini up over her hips and stepped out of her tiny, white panties. Her shaking fingers worked on her clitoris while Louise slowly drove the other long needle through her left nipple. Then she dropped to her knees and buried her face in Margaret's shaven mound. The brunette twisted and tugged at the needles until her teats bled freely and her hips bucked wildly as she came into Louise's eager mouth. Louise got to her bare feet, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She looked appreciatively at the blood at Margaret's breasts. The brunette pulled the leather skirt back over her buttocks and quivering, shiny thighs. Andy sported a massive erection when he held his already gloved hands out for the laces to be tied. His done, she turned to Louise. The blonde gave each of the needles through the other girl's nipples one last flick before her four ounce boxing gloves went on. Margaret winced, but grinned. Louise had one gloved fist down between her thighs as she strode over to the boxing ring, she even rode the rough ropes as she climbed in between them, her cunt lips must have been sore even before a glove was laid on her. She waved Andy towards her, taunting him and thrusting her massive, brown breasts under his nose. He responded, throwing a vicious straight right into her beautiful face. "Is that the best you can do?" she mocked, her lips already thickening. He hit her again in the side of the face and she spun away into the, ropes. Andy was a big bloke and he punched his weight. She staggered towards him but he kept her at arms length using both fists. She began goading him again and he floored her with a right uppercut to the chin. When she got up to face him after several seconds, blood trickled from the corner of her generous mouth. Even Margaret winced as Andy leathered her. The stinging four ounce gloves smacked into her face and breasts. When she got up the second time blood ran from her nose and mouth, down between her swelling breasts. She drew her forearm across her face and grinned grotesquely at the thick smear of blood. She literally stuck her face out to receive the hurtful blows. She crumpled to the canvas again, her nose seemingly spread across her pulped face. Margaret turned away briefly but the thud of leather on swollen, female flesh brought her gaze back to the brutal scene in the ring, and her fingers to the needle thrust through her left nipple. She panted as she twisted it, biting he lower lip till it too bled. Andy, his chest and arms covered in Louise's blood, punched no less hard than at the beginning of the punishment. The blonde's face was a mess, her nose and mouth open wounds from which the warm blood ran down over her breasts and belly to streak the insides of her sweaty thighs. Her tits looked fit to burst, so swollen were they. She stumbled and Andy caught her with a short right cross to the jaw which dropped her at his blood spattered feet. He rested on the ropes while he watched her back heaving slowly as she snuffled air in through her busted nose and mouth. "She's had it I think," he panted, "I can't see her getting up for a bit." He motioned Margaret between the ropes and she hugged him. When they broke apart she shuddered at Louise's blood all over her breasts. He grabbed his cock with his right glove, "I've got an ache," he mumbled. "Here, let me," she urged. "No, madam's going to get this." As if she heard, Louise began to stir. She looked awful. Margaret got her kneeling up and Andy jammed his rampant cock into her gory mouth. Her gloves went round behind his bum and pulled him roughly towards her. His prick was soon wet with the blood from her nose and lips. The drawing out of the long needles caused pearls of blood to form on Margaret's fat nipples, then she crouched between Andy's legs, pliers in hand. Louise groaned when she pinched her skinned left nipple and gave a stifled scream when the first needle went in where she'd said, well into her very tit flesh. When it came to almost break through, she took her mouth away from Andy's member and began to pant until the point, having made a pinnacle of distorted flesh, popped through the remaining mammary and skin. "Keep sucking bitch," spat Andy, upper cutting her cruelly in the face. Blood squirted, all over his cock, Margaret's arms and hands and the ring floor. Margaret had hold of the other hard swollen breast, she pulled on the raw nipple with the pliers and swallowed hard as she pushed the needle into Louise's other tit. She keened softly as the needle entered her poor breast. Andy came, most of his load jetting down her eager throat but, despite her hard swallowing, some trickled from the corners of her mouth. Half thankfully she allowed his blood soaked prick to slide from her ruined lips. She could scream properly now, great harp strings of Andy's spunk spanning her burst lips, as the second needle broke through her tortured breast flesh. She knelt there and panted for a few seconds overcome, with the pain from her injured face, the long needles through her very breasts and the wanton fucking of her poor mouth. Then she carefully wiped her lips and chin on the back of her right boxing glove and licked off the remains of Andy's spunk and the gouts of her own blood. Andy watched her do it then sent her onto her back with a right fist in her face. "Bitch," he spat. He stared again at Louise "What a fucking state," he hissed. She was on her back, knees up with her thighs spread as wide as she could. She frigged herself roughly with her right boxing glove, occasionally upper cutting herself in the cunt. The punches were sickening to hear as the damp glove shlucked into her streaming gash. Andy tore his gaze away and flopped to the floor. Margaret sidled over, hitched her leather mini skirt for the umpteenth time and lowered herself onto him. "I'm knackered," he moaned, "can't you use the gloves on her next time?" "She might hit me back," she grinned. She squealed as Andy playfully bit her already bleeding nipples. "Yes but you wouldn't mind that too much would you?" "Well no." He held his bunched right fist up in front of her face, the black leather boxing glove inches from her eyes, she could see it was soaked with Louise's blood, she could smell the sharp smell of the leather. She nodded slowly. He pulled the glove back and, pushing off the floor with his shoulder, smacked it into her nose as hard as he could. Her warm blood squirted over his chest then, as she arched back in climax it ran down between her crimson tipped breasts to spoil her new leather skirt. "You'd better get these boxing gloves off me before I do any more damage," he half apologised. She rode him gently, her blood covering them both, while she fiddled, her eyes full of involuntary tears, with the laces of his blood soaked boxing gloves.