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French (Un)dressing

By Wolfboy

It gets catty between Jemma and the French mistress

‘Beth?’ I’d asked when she had returned from upstairs with Jemma a little later on in the afternoon, ‘you know what we talked about earlier on? Well, how would you like to be in the corner for Jem this evening?’ I asked. ‘I’ll see if I can be there just to help you out a little, but it seems like a good idea to give you a chance to see what it’s like?’ I suggested to her.

‘I……er…well, yes. That’d be good I think Mr B’ Beth had smiled, then she turned to Jemma a little hesitant and asked her ‘I mean……if it’s OK with you that is Jem?’

‘I’d love you to be in my corner babe!’ Jemma said, a look of delight spreading on her face. ‘You really want to be my manager?’ she asked, ‘because I can’t think of anyone that I’d rather have doing that for me!’ she smiled, grabbing the surprised blonde for a kiss.

‘Well, I think that’s settled for this evening then. And like I said, I’ll see if I can be there as well for tonight to help. But the job is yours now Beth!’ I told the blonde. ‘I’ll show you both again what I normally do when you’re arranging the next match, but honestly, most of it is pretty self-explanatory. I find some opponents, show them to Emma, we pick, and I tell her what I can glean about them. Sometimes help with setting up rules, and then just sit in the corner and tell her how great she’d doing’ I laughed.

‘I like the sound of that’ Jemma laughed ‘so don’t forget to tell me how great I am Beth!’ she chuckled as Beth batted her on the arm.

There was still some time before the second match was going to start, though I could tell that Jemma was already keen to get started. It was Beth who spirited her away to relax for a bit, having spotted that it wasn’t helping Jemma’s preparations at all. A good sign already I thought as I went to join Emma and Karen who were discussing the two women in the number one contenders match for the Smythe title next week.

‘You should definitely come back to it Emma’ Karen was telling her, ‘you’d handle these two like the little bitches that they are!’ she laughed.

‘I really did mean it when I decided to quit the title picture’ Emma told Karen ‘but I can’t deny that I miss it. And it would be a lot less hassle now Jemma is in on the secret too. Steve, what do you think?’ she asked me ‘could I do it? Could I get my title back again?’ she asked me.

‘I don’t think that’s in doubt’ I told her ‘if you think you want it then I’m sure you could do it’ I told her. ‘The question really is……is that what you want? I mean the fact you refer to it as your title suggests you do, but do you?’ I asked.

‘I think so’ Emma smiled ‘I think that’s exactly what I want to do. I don’t want my last match to have been losing to that fucking bimbo stripper bitch’ she said, resolve in her voice now.

‘So then’ I challenged her ‘I’ll find you a hard private opponent for four weeks time. Get yourself ready for her like you would for a title match. Beat her, and then we’ll see about getting you right back in that title picture.’ I suggested.

‘Sounds like a good idea’ she agreed. ‘I’ll need some training too Steve…’ she added.

‘Now there’ I laughed ‘I think I might know a couple of young ladies who can help you. Beth and Jemma are going to be doing plenty of training work. I’m sure that they won’t mind you joining in. Be careful though’ I smirked ‘those two are tough!’

‘You’d better be careful’ Emma laughed, apparently enjoying the thought of trying to get herself back in to that title picture.

A few hours later, and it was time for Jemma’s match now, against a familiar looking late 20s blonde who, although I felt I recognised from somewhere, I couldn’t quite place. There was an uneasy familiarity between her, Jemma and Beth as well that made me think it even more so. It was agreed that I was allowed to remain in Jemma’s corner to advise Beth, but not to advise Jemma; a rule that frankly seemed a little incongruous as by advising Beth, I would be indirectly advising Jemma anyway. Small details I thought as I waited in the corner with Karen in the ring for either of the competitors to appear. First to enter was the opponent, Grace Swails, dressed interestingly for a catfight in a black leather mini skirt, matching bolero jacket, black lace bra and thong, black sheer hold up stockings and a pair of tall spike heeled shoes. She had curly blonde hair, just about shoulder length and wore a stern expression on her face, looking determined to make a strong impression here today it seemed.

Where Grace looked stern, Jemma’s look was probably best described as fun here. A short sleeved white crop top that tied at the front below her breasts was trimmed in green tartan, tartan micro skirt, white thong and white sheer hold up stockings. She hadn’t bothered with shoes, skipping straight into the ring, hissing ‘bitch’ at Grace as she walked past her. Grace replied ‘dirty tart’ as things seemed to get personal before it had even got started in the ring. Beth had skirted around the ring and arrived in the corner looking faintly amused already at the exchanges between the two ladies in the ring.

‘Mind letting me in on the secret?’ I asked Beth as Jemma continued to glower at the blonde across the ring who returned her hostility quite openly.

‘Oh, I thought you knew!’ Beth told me, turning to look at me. ‘Grace Swails was Jem’s French teacher at school for a while. They didn’t get along, shall we say. And then it turned out she did this too, so Jemma challenged her. It’ll be quite feisty I think!’ Beth smiled.

‘Ahhhhh…I knew I recognised her from somewhere’ I said to her. ‘Well, I reckon you’re right, it’ll be fiery. Just make sure Jem stays focussed on winning though’ I advised.

‘Gotcha Mr B!’ she smiled as Grace stepped into the ring now having kicked off her shoes, and as Karen started to call the fight to order, Beth was whispering in Jemma’s ear as my daughter still hadn’t removed her glare from Grace. ‘OK ladies’ Karen began, ‘this is a best of 3 submissions anything goes catfight with no time limit. There will be a 3-minute break after a submission, but you may utilise the first 30 seconds of that period to continue to punish an opponent if you wish. Is that correct ladies?’ she asked, both women nodding their agreement of the rules. ‘Then first of all on my left is Miss Jemma Baines. Jemma is 18 years old; she is 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 148lbs and measures 36D-23-36. Jemma’s record is 4 wins and 1 loss’ Karen said before continuing. ‘Across the ring on my right is Miss Grace Swails. Grace is 28 years old, she is 5 feet 5 inches, 126lbs, and measures 34B-24-36. Grace’s record is 9 wins and 3 losses’ Karen finished, as Grace took off her black jacket now, handing it to her boyfriend, evidently going to fight in her skirt. ‘Well ladies, if you’re ready for it, then let’s fight!’ Karen instructed. Both ladies started to circle immediately, preferring at first to trade verbal blows rather than physical ones.

‘I’m going to fuck you up Miss Swails’ Jemma started, her voice dripping with disdain for the blonde.

‘Oh really?’ Grace shot back, ‘you think I’m afraid of a jumped-up little tart like you Jemma?’ she sneered. ‘I’ll rip your fucking fat tits off your chest bitch!’

‘Fuck you’ Jemma replied, laughing though as she told Grace ‘you do need some decent tits you flat chested cunt!’

‘I’ll make you pay for that…tart!’ Grace shot back at Jemma and then the fight was on with both women going straight for the hair, forehead to forehead in the centre of the ring, trying to force the other back. Jemma had 20lbs on Grace, but the blonde was evidently strong enough, able to resist Jemma for quite a while before she found her head forced back by the hair and Jemma slowly walked her back to our corner of the ring. Now, as Grace’s back hit the turnbuckles for the first time, the opportunity was there for Jemma to unload with some of her fury behind a fierce flurry of body shots to her former teacher who blocked desperately and then surprised Jemma firing back with a knee to the body. Taking hold of Jemma’s flowing red hair, she tried to slam Jemma’s face into the turnbuckles which Jemma blocked, bracing herself with both arms on the top ropes, and instead, Grace took that opportunity to slash her nails across Jemma’s back.

‘Cow!’ Jemma protested, catching Grace in the chest with a flailing elbow now to knock her away and give her time to get out of the corner. There was no lull though, Jemma marching straight back in to grab the hair and back Grace to the ropes so that she could whip her to the opposite side and level her with a big clothesline. Jemma wasn’t much for wrestling in the early going though, instead preferring a kick to the body here to send Grace rolling across the mat in some early pain. As Grace reached all fours again, Jemma dropped in with an elbow right to the back of the head, and her former French teacher was flat out on the mat at her feet. A handful of hair from Jemma allowed her to slam Grace’s face to the mat and Jemma was able to keep hold of the hair, using that to force Grace to her feet. Immediately Jemma threw the blonde across the mat in a hair mare, bounced off the ropes and delivered a low drop kick to the teacher’s back, sending her rolling towards the ropes.

Now Jemma had Grace in some trouble and she grabbed the top rope, looming over Grace as she stood on the bottom rope either side of Grace, pressing the rope down on her throat. ‘How do you like that Miss Swails?’ Jemma taunted, looking down on the teacher, already fancying that she had the blonde where she wanted her in this first fall. Grace’s feet kicked at the mat, ineffective in getting her free from the rope choke; then she showed impressive flexibility to kick Jemma in the ass, knocking her off balance and back towards the centre of the ring. Undeterred, Jemma came back in quickly and she paid for it as Grace lashed out a kick, catching her in the pit of the stomach, folding her to the mat on her backside. Grace was down too, but Jemma was in range of her feet, catching a kick to the breasts that knocked her to her back on the mat. Now Grace was able to capture Jemma in a front headlock, sinking it in deep quickly and giving herself a wide base as she leaned her weight in to Jemma, stopping her from regaining her feet. Jemma immediately started to pull at Grace’s arms, then started to scratch at them, a sure sign she was well trapped in the hold, getting choked by the blonde. A change of plan from Jemma saw her deliver a right hand to the body, drawing a little groan from Grace. Jemma liked that, delivering another punch in the same way, listening out for Grace’s moan of pain that showed she was getting through, but then Grace forced her a little more upright before releasing her headlock and sending a knee into the breasts to send Jemma back down.

That was a pattern that continued, after Grace had delivered another nail rake to Jemma’s back, drawing a protest of ‘you bitch!’ from her before the front headlock was retaken. Grace obviously had some wrestling ability and she knew that the choking grip couldn’t help but wear Jemma down. She dug her chin into Jemma’s shoulder blade now as she kept her base wide and forced Jemma to carry her weight. Again, Jemma’s route out of the hold was the same; two solid punches landing to the body weakening Grace’s grip, but again as she thought she might be free, Grace caught her with a knee fired into the breasts and it was back to square one for Jemma. Down on the mat on her belly, Jemma took an elbow drop to the back of the head, and then it looked like she was going to be trapped in the front headlock again. This time it was Jemma who showed the skill, reversing out of the hold and forcing Grace’s right arm up her back painfully in a hammerlock. Jemma had to duck a left elbow swung at her head, and then she slammed a right hand into Grace’s lower back. She pushed the blonde off face first into the ropes then, waiting for her to return towards centre ring so that another right hand to the lower back could drop the blonde to her knees. Then from behind, she took a handful of hair, using that grip to keep Grace on her knees before an elbow to the top of the head stunned Grace. As her boyfriend shouted out ‘come on Gracie!’ from the corner, Jemma put her down with a kick across the shoulder blades, pitching her forward to the mat.

Jemma looked confident now, and she dropped down to straddle Grace’ back, kneeling on her shoulders to pin her very tightly, face down, to the mat. ‘How’s it going…. Gracie?’ she asked, her voice dripping in thinly veiled contempt of the blonde who she slapped hard around the top of the head. ‘Bitch!’ Grace hissed as Jemma took a double handful of hair to pull Grace’s face from the mat and twist it painfully to the side immediately. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh! You bitch!’ Grace complained again now, immediately in trouble from Jemma’s hold. ‘Yes, yes I am!’ Jemma smirked, switching to a one-handed grip of the hair now, ragging Grace’s head around a little before twisting her painfully to the other side. As Grace protested again, the situation worsened as Jemma started to rain down slaps to the face. A punch went in too, short and sharp into the blonde’s mouth drawing a loud cry of pain from Grace who repeated her assessment that Jemma was a ‘bitch!’

‘Oh sure’ Jemma told her, ‘I’m a bitch alright’ as she raked the shrieking blonde’s face with her nails on the way to fish hooking her mouth, still maintaining that hair pull and neck twist. Grace shrieked in pain now, her voice a little distorted by Jemma pulling at her mouth. ‘Now’ Jemma asked her, clearly enjoying her position of dominance over her former teacher, ‘isn’t there something that you need to say, bitch?’

‘You’re a dirty cunt!’ Grace snapped back, immediately paying for it as Jemma started to rain down hard slaps on her face. The last slap landed, converted straight away to a hand smother, thumb and forefinger pinching Grace’s nose tightly while the rest of her hand covered her mouth. ‘You’ll pay for that bitch!’ Jemma ominously warned Grace, but right now, she had all that she needed to force the opening submission and she knew it too. Maintaining the two holds, and twisting Grace’s head and neck another degree with a pull on the hair, Jemma commanded ‘submit!’ as the blonde moaned with pain.

‘Noooo!’ Grace cried out; her voice totally muffled by Jemma’s well applied hand smother.

‘Yes! Give up bitch!’ Jemma demanded, ragging Grace’s head that little bit further to the side, adding torque, increasing the pain felt by the blonde, who suddenly broke, moaning ‘Yes! I submit!’

Jemma of course used her full thirty seconds to continue her punishment of Grace, maintaining the hold carefully, the smother in place while Grace flailed at the mat until Karen advised Jemma ‘that’s your 30 seconds’ and she broke the hold. Getting off the blonde, she dragged her foot across her back as she headed back to the corner while Grace’s boyfriend came into the ring to get her back to the corner. Now, I’d get to see how Beth worked in the corner for the first time as she got Jemma sat down, and gave her a little peck on the cheek. ‘Nice job so far honey!’ she cooed, having enjoyed Jemma’s work so far, then she started to dish out the advice. ‘Watch out for her nails, she likes to use those Jem. And pace yourself now. She’s hurt but she’s not done and that might make her dangerous, so take your time. Don’t wade in and get careless now!’ Beth told her as I sat back. Evidently, I needn’t have worried about being at ringside after all if this was anything to go by; Beth seemed to be much more at ease analysing and advising from the outside.

‘Gotcha boss!’ Jemma smiled as Beth busied around her in the corner, making sure she was all set for round two. Beth’s last advice to her was ‘remember, pace yourself and pick your spots babe. She’ll be looking to even things up now.’ as she sent Jemma back into the ring. Grace slipped back through the ropes as well, having ditched the leather skirt to fight in just her lingerie. Both eyed each other across the ring, still with that hostility burning in their eyes before round two started quickly, both landing slaps to the face before Jemma took Grace to the mat with a fast monkey flip. The blonde rolled clear quickly, getting back to her feet though and as the action continued at pace, both ladies slapping and punching from distance, I had time to chat to Beth in the corner for a moment.

‘You don’t really need me Beth’ I complimented her. ‘You did everything I would have there’ I admitted. ‘You had a few things worked out from that first fall, too didn’t you?’

‘Thanks Mr B. Yeah, I guess I find it easier to strategise and think straight on the outside of the ring’ she shrugged. ‘Guess its easier to think straight when some bitch isn’t slapping you around’ she laughed, as both Grace and Jemma continued to flail away at each other in there.

‘And what you’re also seeing now is that just like her mum, Jemma doesn’t always listen to good advice’ I suggested as she continued to fight at high speed, swinging three fast slaps into Grace’s face before sending the stunned teacher into the ropes.

‘She is a stubborn madam’ Beth agreed in reply as Jemma set herself to floor Grace with a shoulder tackle. Jemma looked to have control of the situation though it appeared as she wrenched the blonde from the mat by her hair and staggered her back into the ropes with a huge forearm smash to the chest. As Grace rebounded, Jemma looked to lift her into a body slam; no problem for Jemma to lift the lighter woman, but Grace showed agility to go with the lift and squirm out over Jemma’s shoulder. She turned quickly too, and as Beth winced on Jemma’s behalf, the blonde delivered a crotch kick from behind to put Jemma on her knees, hands clutching at her womanhood as she groaned loudly in pain. A real momentum changer, and for the first time, Grace Swails was really on top in the fight, grabbing Jemma’s arms and pulling them wide into a surfboard as she pushed her foot between Jemma’s shoulder blades for a moment. Then she surprised Jemma as she released the hold and delivered an elbow smash to the top of the head that had her dazed down on the mat. Only for a split second though as Grace used the hair to drag her to the ropes, get her throat across the middle rope and lean her body in to choke Jemma before yanking hard on the rope to catapult Jemma back into centre ring. Grace was on her quickly as Jemma rose and she found herself Irish Whipped into the corner, hitting the turnbuckles hard. Grace followed in and Jemma tagged her with a slap to the face; Grace looked to be stopped in her tracks but as Jemma swung again, the blonde ducked it and came up with an uppercut to the body. A hard shot delivered with intent, and Jemma groaned with pain on impact while Grace stood directly in front of her, slapping her face hard. The slaps crashed in unanswered before Jemma again swung for Grace’s head. It was a real haymaker of a slap from Jemma but unfortunately for her, the blonde ducked it and went back in with another uppercut to the body. A sickening blow, Jemma groaned again and she doubled forward onto a knee lift straight to the breasts that saw her dropped to her backside in the corner.

Trouble building all the time for Jemma as Grace delivered a hard kick across the breasts now and grabbed her hair to help hold her in place for a foot choke for a moment that ended when Jemma scratched at her thigh, tearing a stocking. ‘You dirty tart!’ Grace admonished her with a slap to the face before she went to the hair to pull Jemma to her feet. Once again, Jemma swung for the fences with a slap that Grace saw coming some way off, ducking it to deliver that uppercut again, knuckles slamming home to the body just above the waistband of her skirt for the third time. Jemma was a little drained now by Grace’s hard body shots, and she was hair mared out of the corner, landing hard on her butt, in a seated position where the took a knee strike to the back from Grace. ‘Ooowwww!’ Jemma moaned as Grace cuffed her round the back of the head with a slap now, telling her ‘how are you enjoying it now Jemma? You’re getting a lesson!’ Then her nails raked up Jemma’s back, drawing another shriek of pain as the match looked firmly in Grace’s favour now in fall two. Forcing Jemma back to that seated position, Grace quickly trapped Jemma in a standing head scissors now, facing towards Jemma’s back which she raked for a fourth time now with her nails. The angry red tracks on Jemma’s body told the story almost as loud as her cries of protest as she told Grace ‘stop scratching me you cunt!’

‘Make me bitch!’ the blonde shot back as she spotted a new target for her fingers as she reached inside the back of Jemma’s skirt to grab the back of her thong. It wasn’t so much an attempt to deliver a wedgie given the flimsy nature of the mesh garment, she simply ripped it from Jemma’s body with a flourish, Jemma shrieking briefly before Grace released the scissors and forced Jemma to her feet by her hair. Still holding Jemma’s thong in her hand, she slapped her in the face with that hand and then waist locked her and ran her back hard to the corner once more. Jemma groaned, her back arched in pain from the impact before Grace slammed her shoulder back into her and she slumped over the blonde’s shoulder. On instinct more than anything, Jemma grabbed for Grace’ thong now, pulling it quickly into a wedgie before Grace drove her shoulder home in Jemma’s midsection once more.

Now again, Grace stood there in front of Jemma, slapping away at her face, almost trying to tease a tiring Jemma into throwing another haymaker to the head. On cue, Jemma swung wildly, Grace ducked deftly and slammed her knuckles hard in to Jemma’s body, an increasingly red mark showing where she was consistently landing. Now, Grace took it up a notch, slashing her nails across Jemma’s exposed midriff before bringing her out of the corner by the hair. Grace might have been lighter, but she showed her power to lift Jemma with some ease into an across the knee backbreaker. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! Fuck!’ Jemma moaned as she felt the pain before Grace clubbed her to the body and pushed her off to the mat. Effective attacks from Grace and I think she knew that she had Jemma in trouble now, delivering an elbow across the lower back that kept the pain burning there. Another nail rake across the lower back now drawing a shriek of pain from Jemma before Grace used her body as the base for a handstand so that she could drop a knee into her lower back. Once again, Jemma cried out in pain, and she was immediately in big trouble as Grace straddled her back to pull her into a camel clutch by her flowing flame red hair. No sooner had the move been completed than Grace sunk in a vicious double breast maul rather than the more traditional chin lock. Immediately, Jemma blurted out ‘I submit!’ as her former tutor twisted and tore at her breasts with abandon. ‘Fucking pussy!’ Grace admonished her, ‘what’s the matter? You can’t take it?’ she taunted as she used her full thirty seconds of extra time to work Jemma’s tits fiercely before releasing the hold as Karen told her the thirty seconds was up.

‘Cunt!’ Grace spat at Jemma as she left her lying face down on the mat and the end of the fall. ‘Another lesson waiting for you in the next fall bitch!’ she advised Jemma over her shoulder as Beth shot into the ring to get Jemma back to the corner. She guided Jemma back to the corner, mouthing to me ‘don’t worry Mr B, I’ve got this’ and I was interested to see how she would react to a different situation in the corner.

First of all, she gave Jemma a peck on the cheek just as she had after the first fall before telling her ‘deep breaths babe……don’t talk, just listen!’ Jemma nodded as Beth started to talk, telling her ‘what did we say about pacing yourself? Don’t get drawn in! She’s fit but you’re tougher and you hit hard so pick your spots please Jem.’ Jemma nodded again, apparently taking it all in as Beth continued ‘she’s slashing at you with her nails which is distracting for you, but she’s beating you with that uppercut to the body. You swing high, she ducks and nails you babe, you can’t keep taking those. Beth told Jemma who was listening intently now. ‘So’ she continued ‘fake that wild slap to her head and kick the bitch when he ducks into it Jem. You draw her in now, not the other way round. Oh, and remember to be a bitch in there’ she added with a wink.

‘Gotcha boss!’ Jemma replied, adding ‘love you when you’re so bossy Beth!’ with a smirk as she got off her stool, adjusted her top and skirt, and went back into the ring for the final session.

‘Thought you were done Baines’ Grace mocked across the ring; ‘You will be soon enough anyway you little tart!’ she confidently stated.

Jemma was largely quiet, it seemed not wanting to engage with Grace on the matter, something the teacher took to be worry from her former pupil. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth as she was now facing a version of Jemma who had been focussed on the matter at hand by Beth. Not that it probably did her any harm that Grace thought that way. As Karen told both ladies it was time to ‘fight!’ and they started to circle cautiously, Beth turned to me and asked ‘did I do alright?’

‘Alright?’ I said ‘I’d say you did better than just alright Beth. You calmed her down, told her she was better than her, and told her how to win the fight…...there’s really not a great deal else that you need to do’ I smiled at her.

‘Well it seemed kind of obvious. Even at the start of the round she tagged her like that with the uppercut, so it stood out to me that she was taking it out of her that way’ she shrugged.

‘You have the advantage of having been in there that I don’t really have to be fair Beth. But you’ve learned how to use that experience to help quickly’ I told her as Jemma took an early slap to the face in the ring. ‘And I think she’s listened this time as well’ I suggested as Jemma refused to be drawn in by the slap.

‘Maybe’ Beth allowed ‘but we’ll see. I’ll keep telling her anyway’ she said, pleased to see Jemma repaying Grace with a nail slash of her own across the belly before she used a good handful of blonde hair to reel her into a side headlock. ‘Anyway’ Beth asked me as Grace pushed on Jemma’s head, trying unsuccessfully for now to force her into a head scissors down on the mat, ‘didn’t Jemma’s Grandma take you into the ring to show you what it was like?’

‘She did’ I laughed as Jemma made Grace moan with a crank on the headlock, ‘and frankly, you’ve never seen a less effective catfighter in your life Beth. I thought she was going to kill me!’

‘Jemma’s Grandma is so cool!’ Beth chuckled as we averted our attention back to the ring where Jemma had her D cup breasts planted pretty firmly in Grace’s face. Again, the teacher pushed at her face to try and force her into a head scissors. Then she realised a handful of hair might be a lot more effective and the quickly forced Jemma into a side head scissors that way instead. Jemma started to work her way out of the hold straight away, getting to her knees and working round so that she was in front of Grace. Now she pushed down on the blonde’s feet with her knee, causing Grace to cry out ‘Owwww, Oww, my legs you cow!’ as she felt the scissor hold being slowly broken by Jemma. A slap to the shoulder was returned in kind by Jemma with a slap to the thigh accompanied by some ripping of the blonde’s stocking there as well. Then Grace moaned again as Jemma pressed down on her knees there, the added pressure giving her the space to pop her head free and dive straight in to trap Grace in a cross pin now. Jemma was quick to tie Grace up effectively too, right hand trapped between her legs, left pinned by Jemma who had grabbed that through the teacher’s hair to add to the mix. Her body well positioned too, riding high above Grace’s tits to force her head back a little and give Jemma plenty of targets to attack. And she started by pulling Grace’s thong slowly into a wedgie, continually increasing the pressure, pulling that little bit harder as she worked to rip it from the blonde’s body. ‘You bitch……Owwww!’ Grace whined as the lacy fabric cut into her now as Jemma’s efforts were rewarded with the sound of ripping and, as Jemma pulled her thong away, the sight of Grace’s shaven pussy. ‘You bitch!’ Grace hissed as Jemma clamped a hand down between her legs in a pussy maul.

‘Disappointing Miss Swails’ Jemma tutted as she worked away on the pussy maul, drawing a scream of pain from the blonde. ‘Beth and I thought you were a bottle blonde; thought we’d find out when I stripped you’ she smirked as she delivered a low punch and went back to the pussy maul. ‘You’re obviously hiding the secret, cunt!’ she told Grace, still working away on mauling her womanhood.

‘Get off me you vicious little brat!’ Grace complained at her continued punishment from Jemma.

‘Make me bitch!’ Jemma laughed, ‘unless you want to submit of course?’ she pointed out.

‘Fuck off!’ Grace countered, but then she squealed in pain as Jemma’s pussy claw started to make a greater impression on her. Then the blonde, in a fit of desperation found her range for an attack, sinking her teeth into Jemma’s side, as the redhead shrieked, she slugged Grace hard in the belly and then scrambled clear as the blonde relinquished her molar maul to suck in air. ‘Dirty fucker!’ Jemma moaned at Grace who wiped her mouth, looking pleased to have hurt the younger woman. There as still plenty of fight left in the blonde, but it was Jemma who looked to knock a bit more of that out of her quickly, getting her up for an Irish whip to the ropes and using her extra 20lbs to simply shoulder tackle the blonde to the mat as she rebounded. No respite seemed to be Jemma’s tactic, using a double handful of hair to pull Grace upright and immediately hurl her into her own corner. As Grace slid to a halt against the turnbuckles, Jemma brushed her blonde hair from her fingers, claiming ‘I think I see black roots here bitch!’ as she laughed, and then looked to follow up, closing in on Grace in the corner. She got both hands on the blonde, pulling her slowly to her feet by her hair, and then Grace sucker punched her, right on the waistband of her skirt, and the momentum switched again. Now the blonde controlled Jemma by that waistband, pulling her to her feet and from behind, pulling her into a punch to the lower back by it, and Jemma dropped to her knees in front of Grace, in some sudden trouble.

‘Time for that second lesson Baines’ the blonde sneered, and I wondered if she might have the skills to back up the claim as she pulled Jemma backwards to the mat and into a rear body scissors and sleeper hold combination. Now it was Jemma forced into desperate defence, her hand pulling at Grace’s right arm that was just about stopped from crossing her throat by Jemma’s throat by her chin that she had wisely tucked in defensively. Grace was undeterred, trying to rag Jemma’s head side to side, and finding herself blocked from doing that by Jemma who steadfastly tried to prevent the blonde from shifting her head around. ‘You dirty old cunt!’ Jemma screeched now as Grace went to the hair, digging her nails into her scalp as her fingers gripped her flame red hair. Grace knew that her best chance of completing the sleeper was to force Jemma’s head back by the hair. Jemma resisted, retaliated as best she could by sinking the nails of her left hand into Grace’s leg to give the blonde something else to worry about.

‘Come on Jem! Get out of there!’ Beth shouted from the corner now. A distraction that Grace could have ignored, but instead the blonde turned to tell Beth ‘shut it Henderson, or you’re next!’

It had just turned Grace’s body enough for Jemma to sink her teeth into Grace’s forearm though, drawing a loud shriek of protest from the blonde as she felt Jemma’s biting attack. ‘Dirty fucking brat!’ she protested, slapping Jemma around the back of the head hard, but the immediate danger was gone now for Jemma as Grace was no longer looking to get the sleeper on her now. The scissor hold wasn’t doing too much damage and as Jemma got her nails into both of the blonde’s thighs, a shriek from Grace suggested she might not be enjoying Jemma’s work. ‘You were always so proud of your big tits Baines’ Grace sneered now, as she reached around to pull down Jemma’s white crop top and expose them. ‘I’m going to rip them off your chest now you dirty fucking cunt!’ she warned, sinking her nails into them to twist and maul at the sensitive flesh. Jemma’s head went back as she howled in pain; it was clear that the teacher’s mauling technique was expert enough and she was relishing ripping into Jemma’s big breasts.

‘You’re just jealous bitch!’ Jemma taunted, despite seeming to be in a bad position, then she screamed out in pain ‘Aaaaggghhhhh! You cunt!’ as Grace twisted the nipple on her right breast with her nails dug in deep to the left breast at the same time. ‘Give up, do yourself a favour Baines!’ Grace roared in her ear as Jemma gave another shriek of pain. ‘No!’ Jemma responded steadfastly as Grace leaned forward, setting herself for another attack on Jemma’s breasts, speaking straight in into Jemma’s ear to tell her ‘I will hurt you bitch!’

It wasn’t Jemma who was crying out in surprise though as took advantage of Grace having her head by her ear and she stunned the blonde with a short headbutt to the face. ‘You bitch!’ Grace whined as she rolled away from Jemma, clutching her face.

‘Thought you were going to hurt me, cunt?’ Jemma mocked as she got to her knees, breasts above her top where Grace had pulled it down to expose her earlier. Now on her feet, she got into Grace’s hair, got to her feet and sent the blonde hard into our corner of the ring with an Irish Whip. Grace groaned as she hit the buckles hard and Jemma came steadily into the corner before catching her with a knee to the body. Grace slumped but was immediately forced upright by Jemma, arms spread out on the top rope as she slashed a slap across her breasts and then slapped the blonde’s face before forcing her upright again. A second slap crashed into the blonde’s breasts drawing a shriek of protest from her. ‘What’s the matter Gracie? Hurt your little gnat bites bitch?’ Jemma laughed, standing back as she enjoyed the sight of the blonde reeling in pain in the corner.

‘No wonder you noticed my tits so much Miss Swails’ Jemma continued to mock, to me seeming to take too long over following up her attacks here. Then she came back into the corner, swinging wildly for Grace’s head with a haymaker that the blonde ducked with ease, starting to come back up with that big uppercut to the body. Using Beth’s advice, Jemma had played her perfectly though, catching Grace with a big kick up into the body that staggered her against the turnbuckles, gasping for the breath that Jemma’s kick had snatched from her. Now, Jemma went onto the attack, leading Grace from the corner by the hair for a knee to the body and a hard elbow around the back of the head to put the blonde on her knees. ‘Get up bitch!’ Jemma admonished now, forcing Grace back upright to scoop her up and plant her with a big body slam at the centre of the ring, the blonde’s 126lbs not causing her any trouble at all this time. Again though, Jemma wasn’t content to keep Grace down, pulling the blonde catfighter to her feet once more. Holding Grace in place, unsteady, by her hair, Jemma taunted again now ‘Come on Gracie…Fight me! Hurt me!’ before she pulled her straight on to a knee lift to the pussy, sending Grace crumpling to the mat.

Now Jemma stepped out of her own skirt, throwing it to Beth as she dropped heavily to straddle the blonde, ripping her to her back so that she could be pinned firmly there. No further taunting was necessary; Jemma just shifted forward to finish Grace off with a face full of naked pussy, quickly using her grinding action to really punish the blonde. A hand in her hair, Grace couldn’t turn her head away from the smothering power of the face sit at all, and as her feet drummed at the mat, she was in huge trouble. Trouble that she had no answer for as Jemma told her ‘I know you like this Miss Swails, dirty bitch!’, the blonde was tapping frantically at the mat, quickly trying to submit. Not that it brought her any respite, Jemma tutting ‘so soon? Fucking pussy!’ in evident disgust at the quick capitulation of the blonde. Still, Jemma made sure to use every last second of the thirty afforded to her by the rules to punish Grace thoroughly, rubbing her pussy all over her face. She reached back to pinch the blonde’s nipples as well as Karen told her that the thirty seconds had expired and she had to climb off her now. Grace remained down as Jemma came back to the corner with a look of total joy on her face to receive Beth’s congratulatory peck on the cheek and a quick grope of her naked arse too from her girlfriend.

‘Nice job babe. About time someone put that tart in her place!’ Beth said, probably a little louder than was absolutely necessary just to make absolutely sure that Grace was able to hear it. As the blonde gathered herself on the mat, starting to throw on her skirt and jacket to cover her modesty, Jemma thanked Beth, telling her ‘you were an amazing corner girl babe! It was you who told me what to do and kept me calm when I lost a fall. So, no disrespect dad…...but Beth has the job now I think’ she smiled, turning to see the commotion as Grace left the ring in a rush, evidently wanting to get away from the scene of her loss quickly. ‘Bye……bitch!’ Jemma called after her ‘come back anytime you want some more!’

‘Nice job Jem!’ I had to admit ‘she was tough and nasty, but you handled her with a little bit of help from this young lady I said, looking at Beth. ‘And yes, I agree, Beth the job is yours now’ I said to both.

‘You’ve got to help me still Mr B!’ Beth said, ‘show me all that stuff about finding opponents again please?’ she asked.

‘You’d best show me again as well dad’ Jemma chimed in, ‘just in case Beth wants me to find her girls to fight too?’ she suggested.

‘I’ll show you both’ I agreed, ‘and a suggestion too. Maybe fight someone where it’s a bit less personal if you can? You’re still learning the ropes, and you’ll find natural rivals like Bindi anyway, so maybe just fight a normal opponent next time?’ I suggested.

‘I suppose’ Jemma smiled ‘but it is kind of fun beating on a bitch like that too!’ she laughed, and I wondered if my advice to find a nice ‘normal’ opponent would fall on deaf ears.