Sally Anne.
By Smac.
A little S&M ends in a boxing match.

Corrected 3/07/2001

Carol's jaw dropped.
Sally had slapped two tacky pairs of brown boxing gloves on top of the leather 
bench.
"I thought you two might like to beat one another up," she smiled.
"You two know I can't go in to work on Monday with my face bashed in," snapped 
Carol.
"I thought you might welcome the opportunity to let Suzie get even with you," 
chided Sally.
Sue blushed characteristically.
They met each month, on a Friday evening, Sally, Sue and Carol.
They were a disparate group having only their interest and passion for S&M in 
common. Sally ran the show.
She was thirty five ish, very dark, very slim and very well off financially. She 
was very much the mistress, towering over the other two girls at nearly six feet 
tall. Today, as usual for her, she wore a very thin white tee shirt and her 
favourite black leather trousers and moccasins. The trousers and tee 
shirt were both very tight her large nipples and boyish bottom were as well 
defined as if she'd been naked. Despite her cruel streak her voice was peaches 
and cream.
Carol, the dissenter, was thirty two, a petite blonde with a round face and a 
tendency to tight woollen dresses. 
She was quiet, effacing with a big ass, smallish tits but nice legs and ankles.
Suzie was the baby at twenty. She was a local part-time barmaid and shelf filler. 
A redhead of elfin proportions and a proclivity for wearing leather to make one 
wonder if she slept in it. Today it was a suede vest topped by a very expensive 
looking leather jacket and skirt and high black boots. Her hair was 
as frizzy normal and her face as heavily made up. Her figure would turn male, 
and some female, heads at a hundred paces.
Whereas Carol was merely submissive, Sue was very much the masochist. Last time 
they'd met had been a typical turn on for her.  
No sooner had they got together than she produced a needle and thread and some 
buttons from her bag. She'd read about a male masochist having buttons sewn onto 
his nipples and she was determined to give it a try.
It wasn't really Sally's scene, she liked things a little more physical, but 
Carol grabbed the buttons and the needle and thread eagerly.
Sue quickly skinned out of her tee shirt and long leather skirt, peeled off 
her white bra and panties. She, like the other two, kept their bodies free of hair 
and she looked good enough to eat, standing there waiting for Carol and Sally 
to bind her wrists and ankles to the X frame, her grapefruit sized breasts 
rising and falling jerkily. She looked in her element, lower lip glistening 
with sweat and trembling like her pretty knees.
Carol very deliberately threaded the large needle and knotted the
coarse thread right under her very nose.	Sally busied herself with their 
latest toy, a very expensive 35mm. camera set up on a tripod before the frame.
Suzie bit into her lower lip, instantly drawing blood, as did the big needle 
when Carol dug it into her right breast, just where her nipple joined the tit itself. 
The sensation as the thick, rough thread was drawn through her 
areola was excruciating.  The sharp pain when the large knot bit into her breast 
made her fists and buttocks clench.
Carol calmly threaded one of the large tortoise shell buttons Su had brought 
with her and poised the needle on the other side of the swelling teat.
She made a good, sturdy job of it, even to the extent of running the thread round 
under the button tautly and then firmly tying it off before parting the cotton 
with her teeth and stepping back to admire her handiwork and allowing Sally to 
take the initial photographs.

Several splashes of blood marred her downy belly but Suzie looked peaceful and 
fulfilled.
Carol repeated the painful procedure on Sue's other breast.
When she'd finished Su dropped her pretty chin onto her red chest, looking 
at the incongruous buttons sewn onto her rubbery teats.
"That hurt alright," she panted, indicating that she'd had enough.
Carol and Sally glanced at one another and, unlatching the frame, spun the 
bewildered girl through one hundred and eighty degrees, till she stood on her 
head, thighs wide.
Carol roughly teased out the young girl's clitoris with a pair of forceps and a 
wetted finger until it protruded from it's hood of flesh like an erect teat.
Then she produced the large needle and coarse thread.
Su screamed for the next five minutes or so as the needle pierced and repierced 
her very centre until the large button was firmly sewn onto her raw clit and blood 
trickled up over her smooth tummy, collecting in her belly button. When finally 
released from the rack she stared down between her legs in disbelief.
"What have you done to me?"
She waddled over to the full length mirror and studied her reflection with the 
three large tortoise shell buttons.
Her front was on fire, she lay submissively, belly down on the whipping horse and 
Sally took the hint, coming forward, cane at the ready.
For a long time afterwards Sue lay, face down on the leather whipping horse at 
the same time sobbing and cautiously fingering her ravaged fanny.
When she did totter unsteadily to her feet, it took her ages to cut off the 
three large buttons and unpick all the remaining stitches and, by the time 
she'd finished, her breast tips, fanny and hands were wet with her blood.
Sally took the last few photos and they all tidied everything away, ready 
for the next time.


Su began to look disappointedly at the squalid brown boxing gloves.
"Come on," chivvied. Sally, "I'll give, you a thrashing."
By way of a response Su slid her heavy leather jacket off and provocatively, 
dropped it onto the dirty floor. She bent to unzip her long leather boots, 
kicking them off and thumbing off her little white bobby socks. She wiggled 
her pretty toes while carefully drawing the thin suede vest over her head. 
The pile of discarded clothes was swelled by the thud of her thick, warm 
leather skirt. She stood in plain white, matching bra and panties, She could 
sense the other two womens' eyes on her and she deliberately delayed her strip, 
removing her rings and bending beautifully to put them carefully into the 
pocket of her jacket. At last she snapped the catch of her shiny bra and 
bared her pert tits with their thick thrusting teats, stepped out of the 
tight little panties and stroked her smooth mound with a slightly sweating 
palm.
"Carol, you can take some photos," smiled Sally, quickly pulling her tee shirt 
off.
Her tiny, hard looking, tits were topped with almost black teats, like two 
walnuts, it was plain how it was that they could so easily be seen through the 
thin cotton of her top. She skinned out of her tight leather trousers with 
difficulty, she was bare beneath. The moccasins came off with them, and she too 
stood perfectly naked.
It was Carol of course who dealt with the gloves. She shuddered as first she 
gloved up Sally and then the trembling Su.
They padded barefoot over the bare floor boards to the corner and a sticky 
rubber mat and stained walls. Their bare, beautiful bodies looked exquisite 
compared with their almost squalid surrounding. They waited very briefly 
whilst Carol struggled with the camera and tripod.
"Ok?" hinted Sally.
Sue nodded slowly and put up her tattered boxing gloves.
"Over here a second," cried Carol.
They turned to face the camera, their boxing gloves up under their chins and she 
took a couple of before shots.
The first punch of the fight gave her the opportunity to take another couple as 
Su slumped, writhing, to the floor after a cruel uppercut to her untensed belly.
Sally stood proudly, her torn brown leather gloves on her bony hips.
Su took half a dozen hard punches to her pretty face. The redness would show up 
on film already. She felt the greasy wall at her back and felt Sally's right fist 
smacking into her nose, her head went back against the wall and she snorted a wad 
of blood down over her heaving chest.
Sally stood back briefly and Carol snapped away.

First blood.
Sally moved in again and the back of Su's head beat a virtual tattoo on the wall 
behind her.
She slid down it eventually, onto her knees on the spattered mat.
Carol fired away again.
Su's front was a gory mess now. Her mouth was bleeding badly, one of her front 
teeth had gone completely through her lower lip and her nose, probably broken, 
streamed blood down into her cleavage.
"Had enough?" asked Sally calmly, if slightly out of breath.
Su glanced down over her tits and belly. Trickles of her blood were beginning to 
reach her pouting fanny lips.
She shook her bloody head and slowly eased herself up.
Sally pancaked her right tit with a straight and crossed her cruelly to the face. 
Her nose cracked again and she spun to the filthy floor, blood jetting all over 
her arms and useless boxing gloves.
Carol, sensing the end, moved the camera over for some close ups. Sally rested, 
her sweaty back against the wall, watching both Su and the girl taking the 
pictures.
"Enough photos?" enquired Carol.
Sally nodded slowly.
The blonde stood back from the camera and, grabbing the hem of her dress, pulled 
the thing off her. She was naked underneath, not even a pair of panties.
While Su lay there, breathing lightly, still bleeding heavily from her face, 
Carol knelt before the imposing Sally, finishing off her series of orgasms 
with her willing tongue.  She tellingly grabbed Sally's right boxing glove 
and soon her own soft breasts and bare downy belly began to feel the weight 
of the dark girl's sodden boxing gloves.
She began to wish she'd boxed Su after all.