Tyro Trial.
By Smac
Two young women's boxing debut.

Corrected 3/07/2001


'Come on Anne, let's get you up', chivvied Jane.
The brunette groaned, half-seriously. The two seconds broke from their embrace 
and helped her, first to sit up, then to sit on the edge of the bed, her bare, 
blood-stained feet on tile carpet.
'Do you think you can get your leotard on?' asked Mandy. 'Yes, that's a good 
idea, it will hold me without too much discomfort.'
'Of course,' thought Jane.
She left the girls to help Anne and went to her dressing table to find one of 
her own. She squeezed her swollen breasts into the cool white nylon and pulled 
the thin vee up tightly into her throbbing crotch. Going into the bathroom she 
put the soiled gown in cold water to soak. As she glanced in the mirror on the 
way out, her face looked bad, but she felt great about the fight.
The brunette was standing in her leotard, her breasts looking twice 
the size they had before the fight. She looked rather crestfallen. 
Jane crossed the room and their thickly swollen and split lips touched briefly.
Anne smiled, 'thanks for a great fight, you are undisputed champion now.' 
'We'll have a hot bath when we've got these two sorted out,' Jane said nodding 
towards the two bare-breasted seconds.
Derek coughed and said, 'I think I'll go and check the ring, what gloves are 
they going to use?'
'The eight ounce ones that Louise and I wore for our bout," replied his wife.
When he had left the room she said, 'Well you haven't got much undressing to 
do.'
Louise blushed. Mandy bent, her large heavy breasts hanging straight down, to 
unzip her long black leather boots. She sat on the bed to pull them off. Her 
mother sat on the other bed gingerly. The boots off, she stood again and soon 
the heavy leather skirt joined the boots in an untidy heap on the floor.
'Typical, thought Anne,' leave it for me to pick up.'
She stood in small white panties. Just one vee at tie front, another slightly 
larger, over her bum. White elastic straps at the sides joined them. She 
wriggled her toes and smiled at red-head.
'What are we going to wear, ' asked Louise, her face still red. 'You want to 
box topless don't you?' asked Anne.
'On yes, ' they replied in unison.
'Well you can't wear our strings, they're too dirty already, ' said the 
brunette.
'What about shorts?' queried the blonde. 
Both girls groaned.
'Box in the pants you've got on,' suggested Anne.
'Oh no, ' whined Mandy, 'this is my first fight, I want to wear something 
special.'
'Ok you two, come on, ' Jane led them into her bedroom and pulled open a couple 
of drawers, 
'See what you can find in here.'
They dived in to begin turning out the contents.
'She's got some lovely things, ' said the red-head as Jane left them to it. She 
held a small pair of white panties up to their hips, they were similar to the 
ones Mandy already wore, there were no sides, just strings. 
'These will do me,'
She eased her damp pants off to reveal her crotch. Typical 
of a red-head the pubic hair was fair, sparse and hardly hid her pussy. 
She struggled into the white silky panties.
'What do you think?' she asked, turning slowly.
'Nice, ' replied Handy, resuming her own search.
She finally surfaced with a pair almost the same as Louise's. White, sideless 
but with a little pink bow in the centre of the silky vee which would cover her 
front. Sue grabbed the strings of her own panties and rolled them off. 
Louise gasped when she saw her shaven crotch. 
'What's up, you noticed Mum and Jane didn't you, Mum says all proper girl boxers 
shave there.'
She tugged the fresh pants on and turned to go back to the women. 
'How long does it take to shave, ' asked Louise, her fair, freckled face now 
flaming red.
 I expect Jane has the necessary,' she replied, I'll ask her to come in and see 
you.'
The blonde came in.
'I would have told you about shaving, it's so much cooler, but we never seem to 
get round to such personal matters. Will you need some help?' 
'Yes please, I've never done this before.'
'I'm sure you'll like it, come on,' she led the red-head into the bathroom. 
'It's easier if you lie on the floor,' said the blonde, spreading a bath towel 
on the carpet. 
Louise skinned out of the panties and laid on her back.
'Lift your knees up love.'
The blonde pushed her legs open and got to work. Louise's eyes closed as Sue 
wallowed in the other girl's ministrations to such a sensitive part of her body, 
she could feel her flat nipples beginning to swell. 
Jane looked up, as she knelt between the girls legs, Sue could also see
the teats enlarging.
'Turning you on am I?'
Louise blushed yet again.
'There,' she said, dabbing the now bare lips with a towel, 'All done. I'll just 
get something to seal the pores.
She took a bottle from a shelf. Louise made no move to take it so she rubbed 
the cool oil into the girl's pussy.
'Is that better?' she asked pulling the red-head to her feet. 
'Yes, lovely and cool.'
She ran her finger-tips gingerly over her bare lips.
'Right, put your... my pants, back on and let's see how Derek is getting on.'
She led the way into the gym room where the others were.
Anne sat on one of the corner-stools outside of the ring.
'Alright?' asked the blonde caringly.
'Yes, I think I'll second Mandy' it will take my mind off things.' 
'Yes, good then Derek can stay in the ring again, at least his services should 
be needed this time,' she grinned. 'I'll get another stool from the kitchen then 
you can keep that one.'
The two girls were talking together nervously. 
Derek pottered about. 
'Is everything ready love?'
'Yes I think so, ' Derek replied, 'I found those gloves.' 
Jane picked up the black leather gloves and turned them over, so big after those 
fours,' she thought.
She turned to Anne and squatted down to whisper in her ear. 
Mandy strained to hear.
'Well the gloves are eight ounce, how many rounds?' she asked. 
Anne thought for a moment.
'Well,' she began, 'I've told Mandy it would be ten.'
The blonde glanced at Louise and nodded slowly, 'Yes, she seems more than 
eager.'
'Ten three minute rounds then, ' Anne concluded, 'quite a test for two 
beginners.'
She knew how fit they both were though. They certainly looked capable of going 
ten rounds, their vibrant young bodies seemed to be straining at the leash.
'We'll let Derek tell them in the ring,' grinned the blonde.
'What about the below the belt rule?'
'As far as I'm concerned there isn't one in female boxing, ' responded Jane, 
'they may as well get used to it.'
She went over to tell Derek what they had decided.
The waiting was torture for the would-be boxers, but the anxiety turned to dull 
fear as Jane waved them over to the ring.
'Which corner do you want Mandy?'
She went to the corner near which her battered mother was sitting. 
The red-head moved opposite with the blonde.
'You alright,' she asked Louise, 'it's not too late to pull out you know, no-
one will think badly of you if you did. It was sprung or you really so I'd 
understand if you jibbed.
'No, I've just got butterflies in my tummy. Besides I need a fight after 
watching you two go at it, ' she grinned.
Jane felt better. She got the gloves from Derek.
'You won't need your hands bandaged, there's quite a lot of padding on these,' 
she showed Louise the gloves.
'Oh yes I remember them.'
'Of course,' blushed Jane, 'I'm sorry.'
'That's alright, it should be a different story this time, she grinned as the 
blonde pushed the gloves onto her fists and tied them carefully. She could see 
the girl's knees trembling but she didn't know if it was fear or anticipation 
causing it.
'Right get up and loosen yourself up.'
Louise stood and skipped on the spot, her gloves over her tummy, her large 
freckled breasts flopping up and down. Jane went over to Mandy's corner. 
'Coping alright, ' she asked.
'Yes thanks,' replied the brunette patting her daughter's gloved hands,' all 
finished.'

'The quicker we start them the better,' said Jane, calling to her husband as she 
noticed Mandy's trembling knees.
Derek called them to the ring centre and the two women left the ring. 
'A boxing match over ten three-minute rounds,' he announced, ' one minute's 
rest between rounds. You can hit each other anywhere on the front of the head 
and body. Right, when I call you, come out fighting.'
'Good luck.'
They touched gloves and turned back to their corners. They waited just in the 
tiny panties and black gloves. He didn't give them long to think about what was 
about to happen. 
After a few seconds he called, 'Round One.'
The two girls ran out into the ring, their short hair, one's red the other 
brunette bobbed slightly as they moved.

Round One

The ring had been silent as the two women fought, the only sounds coming from 
themselves. Now they both felt the need to encourage the girls. They clapped 
as the first punch was thrown. It was the red-head, Louise, who took the blow. 
The black glove with all of Mandy's weight behind it slammed into her shoulder. 
The light, sensitive skin flared bright red immediately.
'She's going to look quite a sight if it goes the distance,' worried Jane. 
'That's it, ' cried her mother.
Mandy grinned.
'Come on, ' shouted the blonde to her charge.
The force of the punch shook the red-head. she couldn't remember exactly how 
hard Jane had hit her, but there didn't seem to be much difference.
'Oh well, she thought, 'let's get on with it, 'I told Jane I wanted a fight.'
She came in closer to the brunette. 
Mandy saw her move and flicked out a crisp left jab catching her on the 
forehead. Another red weal. she pressed on though. She threw a perfect right 
into Mandy's chest. The glove smacked into the top of her cleavage. She was 
very lucky, had the blow been six inches lower it would nave pinched the flesh 
on the insides of both of her breasts. 
The sound of the black leather on her opponent's skin spurred the red-head on. 
Stepping back she drove a straight left into the astonished girl's mouth. 
Mandy felt her lips swelling straight away. 
They felt thick and awkward. 
Sue threw a left jab herself to keep Louise out of her way. She 
rode the punch on her cheek like a pro and came after the brunette once more. 
She thought no more about the first punch, it had taken her aback but now Sue 
knew she could deliver the goods herself. More left leads followed from both 
boxers. 
Heads were knocked back, sending their short hair haloing about their heads. 
They circled warily for sometime.
'Come on you two, this isn't come dancing,' shouted Anne, grinning across at the 
blonde.
Mandy responded first, a heavy right crashed into the red-head's face. It 
thudded onto the bridge of her nose, tears sprang into her eyes, her legs felt 
like lead. She remembered something that Jane had drummed into her, 'keep 
boxing, whatever happens, keep boxing.'
She jerked her gloves up in front of her face and set her jaw. She didn't get a 
chance to nail the brunette, Derek stepped between them.
'Stop boxing, go to your corners.'
Mandy sank onto her stool, her mother, moving stiffly, immediately pulled her 
daughter's lips away from her teeth and saw several small cuts inside.
She turned and walked slowly to the opposite corner.
'What about gumshields?' she asked.
'Sorry, can't help you there, ' admitted the blonde, 'never used them, we 
haven't got any.'
'O.k.' said Anne, 'but Mandy's got some cuts inside her mouth.'
 'Well Louise's nose doesn't look that good,' she said pointing out the swelling 
between her eyes, 'this is a boxing match you know.'
'Hmmm, ' replied Anne, going back to her daughter. She applied a damp sponge to 
the swollen lips.
'Stop fussing,' said Mandy, 'I can handle her, don't worry.'
In the other corner Jane pressed the ice-bag onto Louise's lumpy, reddened nose.
'No trouble love, it's not even bleeding, you took that really very well.'
 'I don't think you've got any worries. Don't forget you're in there to
fight though all this dancing around uses up energy you'll wish you hadn't 
wasted. You may as well hit her about a bit while you're at it,' she grinned.
Louise managed a grin in return. She was really enjoying the fight so far. 
Revelling in the power the situation and the gloves wave her. She loved to see 
the pain in the dark girl's eyes as her punches found the target. If it hadn't 
been for the thump between the eyes, the round would have been a walk-over for 
her. The blonde fanned her vigorously with a towel until Derek called them out 
for round two. 
Mandy, who had been standing in her corner for most of the rest period, danced 
out ready to go for the red-head's face. Louise held her guard high 
covering her reddened nose. The brunette took the opportunity offered and drove
a short right dig into her navel. 
Louise's stomach muscles were firm and taut, though the glove smacked loudly 
into her skin, she hardly felt the punch. 
Mandy hesitated when she felt the wall of muscle, there was no chance of 
softening up the red-head's belly, for a while anyway. 
Louise was proud of the way she had taken the blow and noted the surprise on the 
brunette's face. 
She grinned and flicked out a lest lead of her own. The crisp, clean blow bit 
Mandy on the forehead, her eyes involuntarily crossed and she shook her head. 
Mandy thought when her head had cleared, 'she's taken a good punch to the face 
and another to the belly, where can I hurt her?'
Louise's gloves were still high, the brunette could just see her large breasts 
beneath her elbows. 
She threw a tentative left lead and suddenly Mandy could see the whole fair left 
breast. She pumped a straight right into the soft, yielding tit. 
Louise's mouth fell open, Jane had of course hit her in the breasts during 
sparring, but the pain was nothing compared to this. She came to just in time 
to dodge an identical punch. She caught the glove on her left shoulder. It was 
so much harder and she was glad she hadn't had to take it in the tits. 
Mandy caught her with a left cross to the side of the face before she regained 
the correct stance. 
The one-sided rally pleased Mandy, her mother applauded from her corner. 
She spurred Jane on, 'Pay her back Louise, pay her back.'
The pain in her left breast subsided from a sharp stinging pain to a dull 
throbbing. Her head cleared slowly and she watched her opponent carefully as 
she circled round her. She threw a heavy right-hander which passed between 
Mandy's gloves and smacked into her mouth. The thick leather mashed her already 
swollen lips into her strong, straight teeth. She gasped, sending 
droplets of blood flying from her split lips, 'That's more like it thought 
Louise, she had taken enough punishment without retaliation.
'First blood,' she thought as she watched the crimson trickle start down the 
brunette's chin.
Tears welled up into Mandy's eyes, 'Christ that stings.'
She flew at the red-head, driven by the pain and humiliation. The counter 
attack Look Louise by surprise. Too late she realised that the front of her 
torso was uncovered, open. 
The brunette threw another straight right into her left breast. The knuckle-
part of the glove hit the nipple squarely. Louise squealed as the teat was 
forced back into her ribs. Her breasts had never taken this kind of punishment 
before, it began to swell visibly. She massaged the bruised flesh with her 
left forearm. 
Both boxers were now in pain.
'Time,' called Derek.
They thankfully walked to their corners. Both had taken punishment Louise to 
the belly and breasts, Mandy to the face.
'How do the breasts feel love, ' asked Jane quietly.
'I'm sure I can take the punching,' replied Louise, 'but I don't know how you 
can stand it using those tiny gloves.
'Well you haven't done this sort of thing before Lu, don't be too hasty. Hard 
training and some experience will make a different girl of you. If you'd told 
me a few years ago that I'd be fighting unlimited rounds in four ounce gloves, I 
would have laughed; especially boxing with rings through my nipples.' 
'I'll have to think very hard before I do that again,' she mused.
'I'm not sure I will want to go that far,' thought the red-head.
'Here let me, ' Jane gently held the ice-bag on the flaming breast. 
Louise sighed, she stretched her strong legs out in front of her. The tiny 
panties, soaked with her sweat, barely covered her recently shaven
mound. She was sweating about the face as well and her fair, red hair was 
becoming streaked by darker patches. 
Mandy sat back on her stool as well. Her mother did her best to 
tend her but the feeling was returning to her ravaged breast, she winced as the 
leotard moved the dressing as she bent to squeeze out the sponge.
'Don't bother cleaning me up,' said Mandy, 'just take it easy you look bushed.'
'Ok love, ' grinned her mother.
'I must be getting too old for this, ' she thought.
A drop of blood fell from her daughter's chin to splash onto her, as yet, 
untouched breasts. 
She wondered if she was doing the right thing, introducing her Mandy to a 
potentially brutal sport such as this. 
'Still, ' she thought, 'I can't see her getting into the kind of fight
Jane and I have been having.

	Round three.'

The girl boxers sprang from their stools and rushed at each other. 
'That's the ticket,' shouted Jane, as her charge got through the brunette's 
defence with the first punch of the round. The right-hander caught her on the 
cheek, snapping her head round. She covered up, the side of her face on fire, 
her guard didn't seem to her to be terribly effective. She resolved to ask her 
mother about it at the end of the round. She began to crowd the slightly 
smaller red-head, half pushing her onto the ropes. Several heavy uppercuts 
smashed into Louise's belly and sides. 
'Keep it up,' cried Anne, 'Keep punching love.'
She started to jump up and down but soon stopped as pain burst from her bouncing 
breasts. 
But Louise grabbed the brunette's shoulders with her gloved	hands and pushed her 
away. As she stepped back she lashed out at the red-head, catching her square 
on the mouth with a heavy right-hander. The lower lip split badly and she 
tasted, for the first time in her life, her own blood. 
The sight of the crimson trickle running down Louise's chin cheered Mandy. She 
flicked out a crisp left lead. It sailed straight between the fair girl's 
gloves and got in to her mouth again.
'It looks as if her guard isn't perfect either,' she grinned. 
Louise grimaced at the stinging pain in her mouth. 
She glanced at Jane. The blonde urged her on, 'Get after her.' 
So, on her toes, the red-head looked for an opening. 
Mandy caught her in the face with another left hander. 
She tried Mandy's tactics, pushing her hard into her own corner, she piled 
several punches into her belly. 
The brunette's mouth fell open as the blows half winded her.
Her mother shouted in her ear, 'For Chirist's sake get out of the corner.' 
But Mandy's legs wouldn't respond properly. 
The last punch of the round was a very short straight right to her left breast. 
As Louise turned for her corner Mandy cupped her pain-tilled tit in her gloved 
hands. 
Anne Jumped into the ring and slapped her gloves away.
'Don't ever do that again, don't let your opponent know you're hurting,' she 
growled.
Anne had never hit her that hard whilst sparring so it was by far the most 
vicious punch she had ever taken in the breasts.
'Sit down Mand, the first couple of breast punches in any fight are always the 
worst, the pain will die down in a minute, here,' she sponged the flaring 
breast gently. 
Mandy got her breathing back under control. 'Yes mum, it feels a lot better 
already.'
'You'll have to take a good deal more of that though before even this fight's 
over,' she thought, glancing down at her own chest, noting the crimson stain 
over her right nipple. 
In the other corner Jane asked Louise if she wanted her face cleaned up, she had 
noticed that Mandy's mouth had gone untended during the last break.
So had Louise, 'no that's alright, she replied, 'could you run the sponge over 
my tummy though, it's stinging quite a bit.'
Sure enough the fair, sensitive skin over her hard, flat belly was pillar-box 
red. The red-head gasped as the cool water ran down her belly and soaked the 
already damp vee of her panties. The silk became completely transparent and she 
blushed at the thought of standing for the next round under Derek's gaze.
'Oh well, she thought, 'no sense in thinking about modesty at this stage of the 
game.'
All too soon the call came for round four.
The refreshed girls bounced from their corners and clinched near the ring 
centre. They belaboured one another with clubbing punches to the belly. 
Mandy, with her softer stomach muscles came off worst. The redhead was hardly 
affected. The brunette felt slightly sick and as Derek stepped over to break 
them up she pulled back of her own accord. 
Louise, rather unsportingly smacked her on the nose with a straight right as she 
did so. The punch brought tears into her eyes, and she experienced the peculiar 
smell such a blow causes, as her nose was flattened against her face. There was 
no blood though, not a trickle.
'Right, I'll get you for that,' she said to herself, annoyed at Louise's 
surprise attack. 
They clinched again and the brunette thumped rights and lefts hard into Louise's 
kidneys. These hard, clubbing blows had much more effect than the earlier 
punches to her belly. 
The red-head, her mouth twisted in pain lashed out at Mandy, catching her once 
more on the nose. This time blood did begin to run slowly. 
Gamely she shook her head and went on with the business of crippling Louise's 
kidneys.
'I want you to piss blood, ' she snarled to herself as watched droplets of 
blood splash onto her bruised breasts. 
The two women could sense the change in Mandy. They knew her blood was 
up. 
Whilst Anne urged Louise on, Jane warned the red-head.
'Keep boxing her, Lu,' shouted Jane.
Louise pushed the brunette away from her and kept her at bay with stinging left 
leads. 
Mandy responded in kind. 
With the two girls now apart, Jane could see the flaring skin on her charge's 
sides, she would need the ice-pack again.
'Her skin seems to be rather too sensitive for this game, ' she thought. 
In the ring heads were being snapped back as both girls exchanged hard lefts. 
They looked more like boxers now. 
Both sweat-slicked, both with a little blood at the nose and mouth, both mouths 
agape gasping for air. 
Louise squealed when a very good straight left bust into her already damaged 
mouth. As she gasped droplets of blood flew over Mandy's front. 
'Perhaps we should invest in some gumshields,' thought Jane belatedly. 
Still Louise didn't seen to mind the punch. In fact, it brought her to about the 
same pitch of temper as her opponent. The heat of the moment overcame all the 
pain in her. At the end of what seemed a long round for both girls, they sank 
onto their stools.

'Nearly half-way,' said Jane cheerily, 'do you want me to clean you up a bit?'
'No that's alright,' replied Louise through thick lips.
The blonde pushed her head forward and stroked her red, searing sides with the 
ice-bag. 
Louise looked down at her large, hanging breasts. They were mottled with 
bruises, but now there was some added colour. The tops of her breasts were 
spattered with blood from her nose and mouth. The sight fuelled her anger.
Anne wondered again about putting her daughter in the ring as she watched the 
crimson trickling down her chin.
'You alright love?'
'Yes fine mum, don't worry. That was a good round wasn't it? You don't feel 
the punches so much when you're worked up.'
Anne knew what she meant and remembered the beating she had just suffered over 
so many rounds. She was beginning to stiffen now and her head throbbed with the 
pain from her nose. 
However she managed to buck up enough to fan the sweating brunette with the 
towel for a while. 
She squeezed the sponge out on the back of her head and the cool water ran down 
her broad back. 
Louise felt it running into the cleft between her buttocks.
The girls danced out for round five, they were sweaty now and blood-spattered.
Derek thought that, like his wife, they looked more attractive, in a primitive, 
animal sense than they had before the fight began, particularly he appreciated 
the enlarged breasts, bruised and bloody though they were, and the tight 
transparent panties, showing off the girls genitalia as if they were totally 
naked.
They both seemed determined so keep the fight an open affair.
A good right cross from Louise got the brunette in the left eye. The soft
teenage flesh immediately began to swell.
'That's something to concentrate on,' thought the red-head.
Mandy blinked hard as her eye watered. She shook her head but her vision was 
still blurred, the knuckle-part of the glove had dug deeply into the socket. 
She rubbed the injury with the stubby thumb of the glove, then tried to get 
Louise in the left tit with a curving right-hander. 
She saw it coming though and blocked it, painfully, with her left arm, firing a 
straight right herself smack into the eye again. 
Mandy's glove went up to her face. 
Her mother shouted, 'don't fuss with it, for Christ's sake hit her.'
Jane shouted encouragement to the red-head. 
Gamely Mandy sorted her guard out and began to circle the red-head, Louise 
noted the red, puffy eye. Mandy felt as if the side of her face was 
twice its normal size. She lashed out at her opponent but, as she could only 
see properly out of one eye, the range was all wrong and Louise repaid her 
unfruitful efforts with a terrific right uppercut. It smacked into the left 
breast just below the nipple. The tit was lifted and crashed into her shoulder. 
She gasped and pitched towards Louise. 
The red-head caught her eye yet again with a right nook as she slumped to the 
canvas.
Anne looked to Derek, who began a belated count. 
At 'five' Mandy rolled onto her side, and looked up at the face of her mother. 
Her left eye was now no more than at puffy slit and her breast was completely 
red.
'Come on Mandy, get up love, ' Anne pleaded.

She got on to all fours, then rose to her feet at nine, the end of the  round 
saved her from the threat of further punishment. 
Derek led her to her stool.
Jane came over bringing sac ice-pack.
'Here,' she said to Anne, 'this might help.'
Jane looked down at the sorry sight, then went back to tend Louise. The red-head 
was ecstatic.
'Wasn't that a great round, I thrashed her.'
Jane was forced to agree, the round had been very one-sided and she had
warmed to the killer-instinct the girl had shown, faced by her suffering, almost 
defenceless, opponent at the end of the round.
But she warned, 'It's only halfway through Louise, you've got another fifteen 
minutes to go yet.'
The thought didn't deflate the red-head, she felt great. She stood, smacking 
her gloves hard together in front of her chest.
Anne studied her daughter's eye closely. It was closed alright, but fortunately 
the skin was intact and ungrazed, there was no sign of a cut. 
'How does it feel?'
'My face is OK but my breast is sore.'
Anne shifted the ice from the eye to the swollen, reddened tit. She 
remembered her first fight when her breasts had been pounded and battered for 
seven rounds before she had succumbed to the torment and blacked out.
'Still she isn't in that kind of pain,' she thought thankfully. She too had 
fought an older girl but she was also much heavier and quite experienced. It 
was her defeat in this fight which made her determined to prepare her daughter 
properly for boxing if she showed an interest.
'Six, ' called Derek.
Louise flew at the wary brunette. Anne had told her daughter to keep her guard 
up and box the red-head. She took advantage of the red-head's momentum, 
flicking a hard straight left into the centre of her face as she rushed forward.
'Shit,' squealed Louise, 'I ran into that one.'
Her eyes ran and fresh blood spurted from both nostrils. She back-peddled and 
raised her own guard.
'That will teach nor to be so cocky,' thought Jane.
The sight of the blood running down Louise's cleavage and her defensive moves 
urged Mandy onto her toes. Her swelling left breast lolled painfully as she 
danced forwards, but she ignored the dull throb. 
Louise dabbed at her eyes with the bulky boxing gloves. The blood from her nose 
had reached the flimsy waistband of her panties and her fogged brain toyed with 
the thought of whether Jane would mind or not. As she came to the fuzzy 
conclusion that she probably wouldn't, a hard punch to the belly tore her from 
her reverie. Fortunately her stomach muscles had been tensed and, as before, 
she ignored the punch, but for the stinging effect the large glove 
had on her light skin. She was fully alert now, her nose was still pouring 
blood but was not causing her too much concern.
The two pain-wracked young girls stood off and swapped hard left leads. Louise's 
nose and mouth still bled freely while Mandy's face bled a little
more and a small cut opened, fortunately under the damaged eye. They held back 
for several moments then, simultaneously they smacked straight rights into each 
other's left breasts. Both girls' breasts were already swollen and super-
sensitive. They both squealed and backed off. 
Their seconds urged them to box on and they warily came forwards. 
Mandy saw a chink in Louise's defence and threw a short left uppercut into 
underside of her right breast. She gasped at the doubling of pain in her tits. 
Sue lashed out wildly with her right, catching the brunette's damaged eye a
glancing blow. The skin was grazed and the cut opened up further, blood ran 
freely down her reddened cheek.
'This is turning out to be some scrap,' thought Derek watching the battered 
girls still eagerly exchanging punches. 'They must both be fit.'
Louise's tight little panties were quite bloody and both girls' gloves
were dull and heavy. Louise glanced down to see what state the brunette's pants 
were in and noticed, for the first time in the fight, the small bow
over her swollen mound of Venus.
'Yes, I must try that, ' she decided.
As Mandy threw a wild haymaker she swayed back so that the blistering punch 
missed her by a mile. The brunette staggered sideways, following her pistoning 
arm. At the correct moment Louise brought her right fist up to smash into 
Mandy's groin. The legs were open wide and the glove, though bulky, was able to 
mash her fleshy vaginal lips and swollen clitoris into her pubic bone. Her jaw 
dropped and she carried on falling, crashing to the canvas in an untidy 
heap, her back heaving in great sobs as she fought to regain control of her 
breathing. 
Derek began a count but he was looking hard at the clock. At eight Mandy had 
gained her shaky feet. 
He held Louise off until he reached ten, then let her loose on the crippled 
brunette. 
Mandy took several hard punches to the face and breasts before she managed to 
cover up. 
That is how the round ended, with Mandy crouched in her own corner, her gloved 
hands cupped over her face, whilst Louise, breasts bobbing wildly, smashed 
punch after punch into her sides and kidneys.

'That pays you back, 'she thought as Derek called time.

Anne was just able to slide the stool under her as she slumped down. Blood ran 
down her belly too as her mother examined the cut.
'My eye's not bothering me as much as this,' she whined, moving a gloved
hand over to cup her crotch.
'Right, ' said Anne, gently placing. the ice-pack over' the vee of her pants. 
'Now at least I know what it feels like,' she said unsmiling.
'You ought to try it in fours, ' thought Anne.
'What do you think, shall I stop the fight,' her mother asked.
'You must be joking, snapped Mandy, 'one round goes against me and you want to 
stop it.' 
'That's not what you've taught me.'
Rebuffed, her mother busied herself with the ice-bag and dabbed the cut face 
with a towel. 
Blood still ran freely from Louise's nose, her front was gory, even her thighs 
were bloody.
'Do you want me to wipe you up a bit?' asked Jane fotlorn1y.
'No it won't last much longer now.'
'I admire your confidence,' thought the blonde. She fanned her charge.
'How are the breasts?'
'Bloody sore, I shan't be able to wear a bra for a week.'
'You will, ' assured Jane, 'it stops them moving around too much and helps 
rather than hinders, especially as you're not used to taking punches there.' 
'What did you think of the pussy-punch?'
'It was ok,' admitted Jane, 'how do you feel about it?'
'She can hit me there can't she? We're both fighting to the same rules.' 
'She's got a cruel streak in her, ' thought Jane.
'I think my choice of a girl boxer to train was a good one.' 
Both boxers looked a mess as they came out for the seventh but Louise looked 
confident, and dangerous. 
Mandy was looking to repay the red-head for the pain between her legs and she 
looked down at the bloody vee of Louise's panties as if to refresh her memory of 
the target. 
Louise was looking for the end of the fight. She smacked the damaged eye yet 
again and fresh blood spurted to run down Mandy's face and neck. Undeterred the 
brunette came on. She belted Louise on the navel, hard. This time 
the punch did get through. She bent forward slightly to reduce the area open
to attack. The brunette saw her chance and drove an uppercut square into 
Louise's vagina.
She didn't fall, she didn't do anything.. She just hung there. 
Mandy, frightened at the prospect of the defenceless girl before her also did 
nothing. Tears welled in the red-head's eyes and she bit her torn lips as she 
struggled to overcome her pain.
Anne, disappointed, suddenly shouted, 'get after her, follow it up for goodness 
sake.'
Mandy finally began to raise her fists again but the valuable seconds had been 
all the, more determined red-head needed to recover, recover fit to fight again, 
that is.
'Right you bastard, ' she spat.
She landed two crashing hooks to Mandy's face. The first a left, flattened her 
nose, the nose didn't break but a cut opened on the bridge. The second, a 
right-harder, tore open her left eyebrow. Blood gushed from both cuts and from 
her flaring nostrils.
Louise had hit pay dirt.
Anne, stunned for a second by the sudden onslaught, threw her towel into the 
ring and leapt in after it, despite her own injuries, to shield her daughter 
from the wild-eyed red-head.
Jane had no quarrel with the way Anne had ended the fight and climbed into me 
ring herself to lead Louise back to her stool. Despite her victory tears ran 
down Louise's face.
'I think I'm bleeding all over now, ' she sobbed her eyes dropping down to look 
between her legs.
After Derek had formally given the decision, a TKO In the seventh, both girls 
came together in the ring and hugged.

'Right we'll get you cleaned up at last,' urged Jane and led the two battered, 
sweaty girls upstairs, Derek remained in the gym
'You can get in the bath together,' suggested Jane.
Anne walked slowly into the large bathroom in time to see the two young boxers 
roll down their sweat and blood sodden panties.
They stood looked each other up and down.
The heat of the fight, mental and physical, had left them and they both 
marvelled at how much punishment they had been given and taken. 
Louise tentatively fingered her bare vagina, but there was none of the bleeding 
she had feared. She breathed a sigh at relief. They eased their bloody, 
stiffening bodies into the warm, oily water.
Mandy's cow-like eyes met her mother's. 
Anne walked over and put her hand on her daughter's heaving shoulders.
'Don't cry love, you did really well. You'll have to learn to live with the 
occasional humiliation if you want to be a boxer.'
She glanced in the mirror at her own swollen, blood-caked face and thought to 
herself, 'this is the last tune for me though.'