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Teacher A Lesson

By Wolfboy

Jemma’s latest challenge comes from someone she knows well in Elaine

It had been quite a while since we’d seen Elaine in any catfighting action, as she’d preferred to keep her activities a little more to herself in recent times, fighting for the fun of it when the chance presented itself. A chance conversation with Emma had led to the interesting prospect though of her taking on Jemma. A contest Emma had confirmed by first talking to Beth. She’d known that Jemma was serious about moving into the world of professional catfighting and would have to learn to fight against other women that she really felt no personal animosity towards. Her tour matches had started her down that line, and Elaine, Emma reasoned was a perfect test of that. Jemma had enjoyed having her as a teacher when she’d been in school, and quite liked the woman she thought of as Mrs Smith still. How would she deal with being asked to fight her?

Beth agreed with that as well, thinking it would be an interesting test for Jemma, replicating the way that in championship catfighting, you could find yourself up against almost anyone. ‘I didn’t know she fought?’ was Beth’s only real question on the subject. She saw no other issues with it at all, realising it was just a good match for Jemma to take at this point.

‘That’s cool’ had been Jemma’s response to the contest as well, when she was first told about it. ‘I knew there was a reason why I liked Mrs Smith!’ she smiled. It was all about the fight for her. The world tour had seen her fight some good matches and grow a little in stature as a catfighter. She wanted to move on to the next level, had an idea of who she might do that with, but wasn’t against the idea of another fight or two before she got there. ‘So what will the rules be?’ was her main question, not for a moment thinking anything other than that the fight should happen.

‘I’m going to ask Elaine to decide it all’ Beth told her. ‘You won’t get to pick and choose your rules if you’re doing championship catfighting, especially until you win a title’ she reasoned. ‘So you’ll fight Elaine at her own game’ Beth told her, before smiling as she added ‘whatever that is!’

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Now she stood in the ring at Debbie’s basement, Karen there in her role as referee and Beth as the only spectator, with all of those rules agreed, waiting for Elaine to join her in the ring for the fight to start. The rules Elaine had laid out had been simple, yet clever, in their nature. Elaine had enjoyed her fight with Paris and the teacher vs pupil theme, but this was slightly different. In this fight, both had the potential to be the teacher as each would start off in ‘business attire’ Elaine had said. The first fall would be a straightforward rip and strip catfight won not by submission or knockout but by rendering your opponent naked. After that it would be next submission wins, but with the rule that no further stripping could happen then. Escape the first fall with a win and a good amount of clothing still in place, and it seemed that a good advantage was accrued for the final fall. Elaine asked for no punching or kicking to the face, but anything else goes.

Jemma and Elaine had greeted each other warmly when they’d met pre-match, but the time had come for action now. Elaine strutted confidently towards the ring from her changing room, kicking off towering nude heels just before she entered the ring. Her game face was on now as she stared Jemma down from across the ring. She was all woman, and would look to impose that fact on her younger, more lithe looking opponent no doubt. Not that Jemma was lacking too much physically in comparison. Elaine brought some interesting experience to the ring too, having been in there twice with multiple time champion Toni. She adjusted her jacket, undoing the buttons so that it hung open over her tight white blouse beneath which 36F breasts strained against the fabric in their fuchsia pink sating bra. Her black skirt wasn't quite of the length to hide the tops of her nude stockings, but it did hide her fuchsia pink thong from view for now at least. Her dirty blonde hair was a little longer now than when we’d first seen her fight, a perfect length for grabbing Jemma mused across the ring, catching a flash of her former teacher’s fuchsia pink painted nails. She looked back at her, realising her style of dress to be very slightly different. Jemma too wore a dark skirt and jacket, hers too worn open now, but over an emerald green silk blouse. She was busty enough too, her 36D breasts seemingly enhanced by her more svelte frame in comparison to Elaine. She had elected for a pair of glossy black tights rather than stockings, wearing no other lingerie at all beneath her outfit. A mistake perhaps? It certainly meant that Elaine had two less items to remove if she was to win the first fall here. Maybe given the rule that the winner of the second fall was the winner of the fight, it didn’t matter too much.

Karen eyed the two similarly clad, but contrasting women on either side of the ring now, shrugged at the slightly unusual stipulations of the match, realised she’d definitely seen stranger in the past, and kicked off the introductions. ‘OK ladies, you’ve agreed your rules for this catfight. Round one will end when one of you is stripped naked, then it is a one submission catfight to determine the winner. No punching or kicking to the face. Anything else goes and no time limit,’ she said. ‘Then on my left, wearing the white blouse, is Elaine Smith. Elaine is 46 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 153lbs, 36F-28-40 and has a record of 6 wins and 5 losses. On my right, currently in a green blouse is Jemma Baines. Jemma is 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 148lbs, 36D-23-36 and has a record of 14 wins and 2 losses. OK ladies, I think you’re both ready for this’ Karen concluded. ‘Have at it!’

Both Jemma and Elaine left their corners slowly, a degree of wariness about them as they circled around the ring at a distance. ‘You look quite smart Jemma’ Elaine smiled, ‘for a little tart that is anyway’ she clarified. ‘It’ll be a shame to wreck that nice outfit.’

‘Is that the best you can muster Mrs Smith. You look…..well, quite nice’ Jemma offered in return. ‘I mean’ she laughed ‘that’s about the right kind of level isn’t it?’ she smiled.

‘Little tart’ Elaine smiled in return.

‘Look Mrs Smith. I like you. I think you like me too’ Jemma said wisely as they circled still. ‘But this will work so much better if you and I forget all about that. So I’m going to picture you as someone completely different. And I’m going to fight you like that, and slag you off too. Do that same, it’ll be better that way’ Jemma laughed.

‘Well OK’ Elaine smiled, then her face set into a scowl ‘fucking cheap piece of shit turning up here, thinking you’ll beat me. I’ll treat you like the little fucking cunt you are’ she snarled, walking up to Jemma to push her chest into hers. The change in attitude and approach, so sudden from the blonde almost knocked Jemma back a step before she gathered herself and pushed back into Elaine. ‘Nice try bitch’ Elaine hissed, no longer seeing Jemma but some imagined rival it seemed. ‘Your little girl tits can’t handle mine!’ she sniped at the redhead.

‘Oh really? You fat fucking whore’ Jemma fired back, feeling an electricity as the two continued to try to push each other back with just their chests for now. She felt that animal instinct rising in her that she just wanted to tit fight with Elaine, although she no longer saw her as Elaine either. ‘This won’t take me long to beat a piece of shit whore like you!’ she said, enjoying how Elaine’s face flushed at the insult. Then she took the initiative, grabbing the front of Elaine’s blouse and pulling to burst the majority of the buttons off it in one go. ‘PINK!?’ she scoffed as she saw Elaine’s bra revealed for the first time, and felt the blonde grab at her green blouse in return, making no attempt to defend against it. ‘Did it fade in the wash? I figured red for an old slapper like you!’ Jemma teased.

‘Fuck off you dirty little tramp!’ Elaine shot back, pulling hard and ripping the buttons off the front of Jemma’s blouse too. Of course, that revealed the truth to Elaine; that Jemma hadn’t even elected to wear a bra beneath her blouse. ‘Oh…..you are a little fucking slut aren’t you? Tits out already’ she smirked, grabbing both in a double nipple twist. ‘I bet you like that don’t you? Is that what you wanted with your little girl tits out like that already, is it?’ she continued, making Jemma wince with her impressive nipple work. In reply, Jemma gritted her teeth, grabbed Elaine’s hair and walked her back to the ropes as she tilted her head back. A hard right hand sunk into Elaine’s belly, the first really telling physical blow of the fight. ‘Bitch’ Elaine moaned, before finding herself hurled out to the centre of the ring by a clever grip from Jemma that meant as she propelled Elaine, she kept hold of her jacket depositing it to the outside. The first item of clothing was removed and Jemma felt in the ascendancy, confidently moving out to the centre of the ring. She grabbed Elaine’s hair, went to pull her up, saying ‘come here you little bitch!’ and then groaned as the blonde slugged her in the gut in return. Now it was Elaine who took the initiative for the moment. Her hands came up, brushing Jemma’s out of her hair, then she quickly grabbed Jemma’s head and fell back with a stocking clad foot in her belly and monkey flipped her to the mat at the centre of the ring. It was a heavy landing for Jemma, as was the blonde’s follow up elbow drop across the chest which put her in a good position to start pulling at Jemma’s skirt, first hitching it up a little to expose that she wore tights but no knickers.

‘Tights but no panties?’ Elaine shot at Jemma now, stopping only to deftly spin her skirt around so that she could easier unfasten the button with it now at the front. ‘You really are a fucking slut aren’t you!?’ she announced, before groaning as Jemma grabbed her hair now. Slaps rained down on the redhead’s body as Elaine lit her up in return, making short work of the remaining couple of buttons on Jemma’s emerald green blouse as she did so. As that flapped open beneath her jacket, Jemma was exposed, but not fully as the blouse barely protected her modesty still. She didn’t care, trying to swing her legs up to catch Elaine in a head scissors only to find the blonde batting them away before raking her thigh with her nails, starting to shred Jemma’s sheer tights with each movement of her hand.

Jemma took back a bit of the initiative though, with a hand wrapped in Elaine’s hair, she whipped two heavy slaps into the older blonde’s breasts. On the second slap, she converted to a grab, and used that to cleverly roll Elaine under her. Suddenly it was the blonde teacher in all sorts of trouble as Jemma refused to look for control, preferring to quickly pull Elaine’s blouse part of the way off, so that it was all around her elbows. ‘You bitch!’ Elaine complained as Jemma laughed ‘slapper like you should be used to having your tits on show in public’. Again though, Jemma had underestimated Elaine who kicked her legs and used her strength to roll the redhead back beneath her. She shrugged off her own blouse now, realising it’s position around her arms to be more hindrance than anything else now. Then, lying across Jemma, she hastily removed her jacket, throwing that towards the ropes. Both women slapped and punched to the body, neither really looking to control the other, as the first part of the fight continued at pace, Jemma’s blouse rapidly going to the same was as her jacket as Elaine roughly tore it from her. Just the unbuttoned skirt and the torn tights stood beneath the blonde teacher and winning this first part of the fight, and she knew that pretty much all she needed to do was get Jemma to her feet to allow gravity to take the skirt out of the equation. Hand firmly wrapped in Jemma’s flame red hair, she did just that, allowing the skirt to pool at her feet on the mat. Elaine then tried to use a wrestling move, sliding a hand between Jemma’s legs, looking to lift and slam her. Jemma wriggled out of that attempt over her shoulder though, landing lightly on her feet behind Elaine. In one deft movement then, she wrenched Elaine’s skirt down to the mat as well as the blonde protested ‘you sneaky cunt!’

‘Whatever bitch!’ Jemma shot back, cracking a smack across the blonde woman’s ass now, before she grabbed the back of her thong, wrenching it up into a wedgie. At the same time, she grabbed the back of one of Elaine’s stockings, pulling at it with abandon, and the sound of two types of fabric ripping at once started to fill the basement. The situation looked to be pretty desperate for Elaine suddenly as she shrieked ‘get off me you little cunt!’ By the time she followed up her words with the action of her elbow buried in Jemma’s stomach to force her off, her fuchsia pink thong was ripped and in Jemma’s hand while her stocking was rapidly heading south to the canvas down her shapely leg.

The elbow was decisive though, winding Jemma enough that Elaine could spin and rip her to the mat by the hair. That put Elaine in the perfect position then to finish this first part of the action. After all, as she sat on Jemma’s breasts in a reverse schoolgirl pin, a submission wasn’t required. She simply needed to remove Jemma’s tights, which she set about straight away, grabbing the waistband and rolling it on to Jemma’s thighs. Jemma knew the game was up although she made Elaine go rigid for the briefest moment as her thumb threatened to violate her ass, sending a shudder through the blonde’s body. ‘No you don’t you kinky little tart!’ Elaine cried out, taking Jemma’s arms to trap them beneath her legs on the mat.

‘Oh, but you like it don’t you, you dirty slapper!’ Jemma shot back, the last part of it just muffled slightly as Elaine shifted into a partial face sit. Jemma groaned at finding Elaine’s naked ass in her face, before the blonde leaned forward and eased those sheer tights past her knees and on to her shins. The game was up she knew for this fall, although it really meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. The fight would really be won or lost in the second fall of all out catfighting action. Her tongue flicked briefly at Elaine’s womanhood, causing another shudder to run through the blonde’s body briefly. All this fall had done really was to determine the attire for the final fall of the action, as Elaine delivered a slap to Jemma’s body before moving off her slightly to remove her tights once and for all. As Elaine twirled the black nylons around her head, Karen instructed them ‘break...back to your corners ladies!’ the first round of fighting over. Both went quickly back to their own corners and Beth just checked if either still needed anything as they took stock of the attire situation ahead of the final round. For Jemma, that was really quite easy to do; she was stark naked, sat in her corner of the ring, ready to face the older blonde and feeling confident about it. Across the ring, equally confident still was Elaine, her attire slightly more intact than Jemma’s but not by a great deal. Her fuchsia pink bra still covered her big breasts, offering them some protection from being targeted by Jemma’s probing attacks. Her left stocking was intact as well, still around her thigh where the right stocking pooled uselessly around her foot, leading her to simply kick it off. No stripping was allowed in this part of the fight, but whatever slight edge was accrued by Elaine’s attire, she knew Jemma would be looking for a way around it.

‘I hope you’re ready Jemma’ Elaine called across the ring now. ‘I’m getting ready to picture you as someone else again and really knock the shit out of you now!’ she warned.

‘Oh I’m ready Mrs Smith’ Jemma confirmed. ‘You’re about to become someone else in my mind too….bitch!’ she replied.

‘Well, have at it then ladies!’ Karen told them both, seeing no sense in dragging out the break in the action any longer if both were ready to go. As both got up and came out of their corners circling, it was going to be the slow burning prelude to a fast and furious conclusion to the catfight. At first, the barbs thrown were purely verbal, neither having too much trouble viewing the other in a suitable light to direct their ire at it appeared.

‘Fucking blonde tramp’ Jemma shot at Elaine who fired back at her ‘dirty fucking whore!’

‘Cunt!’ Jemma snarled, getting rebuffed as Elaine laughed ‘is that the best you’ve got to offer, you rancid ginger hooker?!’

‘Fuck you!’ Jemma replied, her face a little flushed at the sharp insult from Elaine. ‘No….fuck you’ Elaine fired back as the two rushed at each other, colliding body to body at the centre of the ring, both hands immediately wrapped in the other’s hair. ‘Bitch….cunt….slut’ the insults flowed from both women, forehead to forehead, their long hair hiding exactly who was using which insult from a distance. Voices lowered, these words were just for each other now, not for show. Each ripped and pulled at her hair, plenty of distress caused to the other woman as they, in turn felt the strain on their scalps. Jemma kicked low, her heel scraping down Elaine’s shin; Elaine ground her own bare foot on Jemma’s in return. ‘Bitch’ each hissed in turn, lost in the fight with each other now. Again the hair was the target of each woman’s ire, heads ragged around with increasing vigour before Elaine broke the hair tug of war, swinging a surprise right hand into Jemma’s belly.

‘Uggghhh!’ the redhead groaned, doubled forward slightly by the heavy handed blow. Elaine went on the attack now, swinging a knee lift up into Jemma’s breasts. It may not have landed perfectly, but as it forced her upright a little, Elaine used that momentum, and a solid grip of the hair, to run the redhead back to the ropes. A short chop lashed across Jemma’s breasts, bringing a cry from her lips as Elaine taunted ‘little girl tits can’t take it bitch?’ before looking to fire Jemma off into the opposite ropes. An important fact had escaped her attention in the heat of battle though; Jemma’s hand was still firmly wrapped in her blonde locks despite the blows she’d taken. As Elaine sent her off with a shove, that grip remained firm and she dropped to a knee, the blonde shrieking as her scalp burned and she was reeled into a side headlock. ‘Silly cow!’ Jemma snidely remarked, flicking her hip into Elaine’s side as soon as she rose to send the blonde up and over her, to the mat where she found Jemma had her breasts squarely in her face. A smother added to the problems of course for Elaine, but it wasn’t insurmountable for her, as she showed after a few moments in the hold by using her strength to roll Jemma to her back. ‘Flat on your back? Legs wide open? Typical!’ she tutted as she went for a crotch claw, forcing Jemma to scramble clear amid a flurry of legs and kicking into each other’s body painfully.

Each got to their knees, contemplated rising further, and instead just launched in to the other woman in a collision of female flesh. Body to body, they struggled with hair pulling and slapping, looking to force the other woman to her back. Breast to breast, Elaine’s F cups threatened to overwhelm Jemma’s D cups despite her hardly being a slouch in that department. The lace of Elaine’s fuchsia pink bra teased Jemma’s nipples too, just causing them to stiffen a little at each movement. Elaine wasn’t a seasoned fighter in all respects, but she was more than experienced enough to recognise the look of slight concern in Jemma’s eyes at this stage of tit to tit battling. Jemma gritted her teeth as Elaine called her a ‘little slag’ ignoring the way Elaine bore down on her for the moment, and she surprised the blonde with a right hand to the ribs. ‘Ooofff!’ Elaine moaned, tried to fire back, but her punch in return lacked a degree of snap as it landed in Jemma’s ribs. A second right hand from Jemma put Elaine back on her haunches now, butt touching the canvas between her powerful looking calves. ‘Strength starting to fail you slag?’ Jemma taunted, adding ‘most likely been fucking around instead of saving your energy for a fight, slut!’ as she grabbed the hair and forced Elaine slowly to her feet.

Now Jemma showed that she lacked nothing for power, sliding a hand between Elaine’s legs to lift her, and slam her hard, at the centre of the ring. The mats offered some padding but no real give, and Elaine looked to still be feeling it as Jemma got her back up, again the hair key in her doing that. She led the blonde, by her hair, to her own corner of the ring and introduced her face first to the turnbuckle there, making sure Elaine was stunned before she spun her so that her back was to the corner. Jemma slipped in a sharp chop across Elaine’s breasts now, repaying her for the one earlier in the round, and with her breasts still swinging and stinging from that, Elaine found herself moved from the corner as Jemma attempted an Irish Whip. Elaine might have been in trouble, but her occasional forays in to the professional wrestling ring served her well here as she reversed and sent Jemma into the turnbuckle instead. Jemma hit hard, her body sagging slightly against the turnbuckle, arms up on the ropes; she looked to be easy prey for Elaine who approached cautiously, suspecting Jemma to be attempting to lull her in. Correctly too as it turned out as Jemma tries to lash out a foot, aiming to kick the blonde in the belly. Elaine had been wise to it though, catching the foot and putting it on the middle rope before sending a kick up into Jemma’s thigh and then delivering a resounding slap to the cheek.

‘Thought you’d got me then didn’t you…..little tart!’ Elaine said before grabbing a combination of hair and breast and using it to throw Jemma from the corner to a landing at the centre of the ring. It looked a heavy landing, but in truth, Jemma had taken it well enough so that as Elaine came in for a big splash, she met Jemma’s raised knees and rolled off them to the mat, gasping for air. Now Jemma had bought herself some time to gather herself, and she quickly took things very firmly in the catty direction. A flurry of slaps crashed into Elaine’s body as she lay on the mat, trying to cover up, before Jemma got a hand inside Elaine’s bra and twisted her nipple harshly. ‘OWWWW…..little fucking bitch!’ Elaine howled in pain as Jemma kept the punishment up a little while longer, before another flurry of slaps reddened Elaine’s body. Finally, a smack cracked across Elaine’s ass, it’s sound loud and clear in the basement just ahead of Elaine’s cry of pain in protest at it. Jemma was straight back into the hair to pull Elaine up so that she could push her back into the corner and work away to the body with two punches.

‘Starting to feel the pace now bitch?’ she challenged before delivering an uppercut to the breasts and with Elaine totally reeling, she took a headlock to pull her out of the corner. Jemma was going to look to flip Elaine over her hip to the mat, but slightly behind the redhead as she came from the corner, the blonde pushed her foot in to the back of Jemma’s knee, forcing her down on to it. Quickly, Elaine tried to force clear of the headlock, but found Jemma clinging to it tightly. Her left hand reached round though, latching on to Jemma’s left breast to maul her and there was a stalemate with both a little stuck in position for a brief moment. Elaine got her other hand across Jemma’s face now, trying to crank her chin to the side while the redhead grimly clung to the headlock, all the time moaning at the way her breasts were being treated by the blonde. Elaine had Jemma’s chin gripped now, slowly getting her head pulled further to the side painfully. Trouble for the redhead who gasped as she felt Elaine’s fingers torture her breasts but she surprised the blonde by releasing her own headlock and caught off balance by that, Elaine fell to the mat. The untidy tangle on the mats briefly looked bad for Jemma with Elaine retaining that grip of her face and trying to wrap her thick legs around the redhead in a body scissor. Jemma fought her legs off, swatting them away, knowing that to be trapped in the body scissors at this stage would be a problem, especially with Elaine’s leg power. Her neck was still cranked by the face hold Elaine had her in though, at least until she swung back two elbows to the blonde’s body. Finally she scrambled free, breathing a little heavily and working her neck around to ease the knots put there by Elaine. She noticed though that Elaine was breathing a little heavier than she was, perhaps thanks to those swinging elbows she’d just unloaded on the blonde woman.

For a catfighter with aspirations of championships, it was time to strike. Jemma did just that, pulling Elaine up and brushing off a right hand to the body before lifting her again. Elaine feared the slam, but the end result may have been worse as she took an across the knee backbreaker instead, perfectly executed by Jemma to really knock the wind out of the older blonde. Elaine groaned as she pushed off Jemma’s leg to the mat, already clutching at her side in some pain. Jemma followed up with an elbow drop, targetting that same spot with great accuracy, making sure Elaine was gasping for breath. Now she leaned over Elaine, grabbing both of her hands in knuckle locks, pushing them to the mat above her head. Suddenly, Jemma had total control of the fight and she moved quickly, shifting into a position to trap those arms beneath her legs as she got Elaine in a reverse face sit. ‘Too bad you stripped me’ she laughed, ‘now you get a face full for it!’ she taunted, as if Elaine might not have already noticed this predicament. Almost immediately too, Jemma started to grind her hips, rolling her body and making sure she was punishing Elaine as she smothered her. The final straw for Elaine today came as Jemma grabbed her naked womanhood, the implication clear enough that more would follow if it was needed. Already struggling to catch her breath beneath Jemma’s ass, Elaine groaned out ‘I submit!’ and the fight was over just like that, with Jemma claiming a victory in quite impressive style.

There was an almost immediate thawing of relations in the ring between the two protagonists now as Jemma helped Elaine into a seated position with a hug and asked ‘I hope I wasn’t too rough Mrs Smith?’

‘Too rough?’ Elaine smiled. ‘is there such a thing in a catfight?’

‘Well….probably not, no’ Jemma agreed lightly.

‘No. You kicked my arse pretty good in the end, but I enjoyed fighting you. And when you’re a champion, I can tell all my friends about how it was me that set you on the way!’ Elaine laughed.

‘I don’t know how long it’ll take, but its a deal. When I win a title, you tell them all about it!’ Jemma smiled.

‘So….who did you picture I was Jemma?’ Elaine asked now.

‘Well, I hope you don’t mind, but I pictured that bitch Grace Swails. I still have unfinished business with her’ Jemma admitted. ‘What about you Mrs Smith? Who was I for you?’ Jemma asked, seeing the smile on Elaine’s face.

‘I saw you as her as well! Not that I have unfinished business with her, I just think I’d like to start some with her!’ Elaine laughed now.

‘She’s a complete bitch’ Jemma agreed. ‘Whichever of us gets her next needs to put her in her place again’ she told Elaine who nodded in agreement as both women acknowledged they potentially had a common foe. Who would face Grace Swails first though? If Jemma was tempted by championship fights, the chances were that it could well be Elaine taking on the vicious blonde next.