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Teacher Knows Best      

By Wolfboy

Emma rematches against Alana in a one submission fight to the finish.

Emma had taken on a bigger role in arranging her last two fights prior to her planned break from rules catfighting. The first of those two matches was to be a rematch against school physical education teacher Alana Seddon who Emma had defeated in a closely fought contest a few years ago. Now the two women were keen to get together again in a rematch which was to be fought on Alana’s home turf. The match would take place in a small mat room adjoining the school gymnasium at the ladies college where Alana now taught.

The two women had agreed the rules would be a no time limit; anything goes bitchfight where one outright submission was required for victory. An additional rule had been put in place; before the match started, both women would get to deliver 10 belly punches to the other in two groups of five punches each. To make this work, Alana would get one of her students to assist by holding the other fighter in whatever position was chosen by the fighter delivering the punches. That student, Pandora, would then act as the referee for the match, although with the limited rules in place, that wasn’t likely to be an especially onerous task.

‘I teach my students a little ‘self defence’!’ Alana had explained as she let us into the gymnasium on the Saturday morning of the fight. ‘The girls are all 18, so they’re old enough to make their own minds up about my methods. Two or three are budding fighters – Pandora is the best of those I think, so she’ll probably get a match arranged fairly soon. She knows what she’s here to do today though’

‘Pretty sure we never used to do that kind of physical education at school’ Emma laughed ‘shame really, it might have been fun!’

‘The girls love it!’ Alana admitted ‘Maybe I’ll find an opponent for you after I’ve dealt with you today of course...’ she smiled.

Emma didn’t rise to that challenge, but as we entered the mat room, I knew this was going to be a highly charged and hard fought contest.

‘We have to change here I’m afraid’ Alana said ‘Can’t get to use the changing rooms today sorry. I did remember to tell you that didn’t I?’ she asked.

‘You did’ Emma agreed, already peeling off her jeans and t-shirt having kicked her high heels off ‘I came prepared for it’ Emma went on as she peeled her jeans off to reveal a bubblegum pink thong. From her bag, Emma took out a black micro mesh dress with a pink ‘faux’ zipper up the front which she slipped on. Emma was ready to fight.

‘Excellent, glad you remembered’ Alana said. She too had come ready to fight it seemed as she quickly removed her shorts and polo shirt to reveal black mesh booty shorts with a matching cami top. ‘I’ll just let Pandora know that we’re ready so she can lock the gym doors and then we’ll be ready’

A quick phone call gave Pandora the nod to lock the doors, and then we got our first glimpse of our referee for the day. The teenager must have been 6 feet tall and the best part of 200 solidly built pounds. She was clearly taking her role as ref seriously as she wore a black and white striped referee’s mini-dress with a pair of white trainers.

‘OK’ Pandora started ‘I’ll do the introductions first and then we flip a coin to see who gets first go at the belly punching. First on my left ‘she said pointing at Emma ‘is Emma McArthur who is 23 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 170lbs and measures 40E-28-39. Her record is 15 wins and 5 defeats. Her opponent is Miss Seddon who is 26 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 170 lbs and measures 40D-25-37. She has a catfight record of 15 wins and 5 defeats.’

Pandora produced a coin from a pocket on her dress, and asked Emma to call which Emma did successfully gaining the first shot at her opponents stomach, and with that the fight was underway as Emma asked Pandora to get her teacher in a full nelson. Pandora obliged and Emma set about sinking in some solid punches to draw gasps from Alana right at the start of the contest. Alana was allowed a thirty second break before it was her turn to punch Emma. She’d clearly given the whole process some thought, asking Pandora to put Emma in a schoolgirl pin on the mat before she knelt behind her to deliver her five punches, pausing cleverly between each so that Emma who was unsighted was unsure when the next punch would land. Advantage to Alana through the first exchange I thought.

For her second attempt, Emma had Pandora apply a cross pin to Alana before firing in her punches quickly giving Alana no time to recover in between each. It took its toll as Alana looked winded as she got back to her feet, but she had one last surprise in store for Emma after the thirty second break as she instructed Pandora to apply an abdominal stretch for her second round of punching. With Emma’s abs stretched uncomfortably, Alana slammed home her five punches, the last one dropping Emma to her knees. If there had been any doubt before, it was now clear that Alana held the upper hand.  There was an agreed 30 second break from the time of the last punch to the start of the match, and Pandora held Alana back as she hovered over a still kneeling Emma, anxious to get started.

Eventually, Pandora released Alana who wasted no time in getting her hands into Emma’s hair, getting her to her feet and lifting her to deliver a body slam. Still winded from the belly punching, the move took its toll on Emma who soon found herself lifted for what looked like being a second body slam. Alana converted it into an across the knee back breaker instead though, and as Emma slid off her knee to the mat, Alana wore the confident look of a woman who felt in charge of the match.

Alana again went to Emma’s hair to lift her back to her feet as Emma fired back ineffectively with some punches to Alana’s toned stomach. Alana took it well enough before throwing Emma across the mat by her hair. Emma landed in a seated position, the point of Alana’s knee quickly crashing in between her shoulder blades, providing a painful post for Alana to apply a rear chinlock. Although it was a well applied, painful move, it was a bit of a mistake on Alana’s part I thought as it seemed to be allowing Emma chance to catch her breath a little following her arduous start to the match.

Pandora briefly checked in to see if Emma wished to give up, but as Emma reached back to grab Alana’s hair, the answer was pretty clearly no. Using the hair, Emma was able to pull Alana over her shoulder and to the mat where she briefly had Alana pinned on her back in a headlock with her left hand looking to apply a crotch claw. Alana had seen that move coming, crossing her legs to defend the move before she was able to slip clear of the headlock. Still pinned, Alana was nevertheless able to get hold of Emma’s hair again, pulling her into a position where a well timed bridged forced Emma off balance and to the mat.

Emma came in to lock up with Alana as she was rising from the mat only to run in to a well timed head butt into the pit of the stomach. Emma was stopped in her tracks as Alana followed up with an uppercut to the chest which set Emma teetering. Back on her feet now, Alana continued the attack using a clothesline to finally put Emma down on the mat. With Emma down, Alana took her time, measuring Emma for a leg drop across the chest, followed by a double handful of hair which she used to bring Emma almost to her feet before delivering a leaping clubbing forearm across the back which saw Emma crumple back to the mat face first. The match was only a few minutes old, but Emma was struggling to recover from Alana’s expert body punching at the start; she needed a break, but Alana was in no mood to let up on her as she followed with a knee drop across the small of Emma’s back.

Emma’s pain was audible as Alana wrapped her hands in her long hair, pulling her into a hair held camel clutch still with her knee posted in Emma’s lower back. Pandora moved in to ask Emma if she gave up, but Emma’s answer was an emphatic ‘No!’ Emma’s E-cup breasts strained against the fabric of her dress as Alana continued to torture her, tearing at her hair while Emma cried out in pain. In the end, Alana’s decision to relieve Emma of her dress at least gave my wife chance to get a brief respite from the tough blonde’s onslaught.

It was a brief respite though as Alana wrapped Emma’s dress around her throat and used it to pull Emma to her feet. Pandora was quick to make Alana release that move though, and distracted by the attentions of the teenage ref, Alana walked straight into a solid punch to the stomach followed by an elbow across the back of the neck which put Alana down on her knees. Emma took a moment to gather herself and then she looked to go on the offensive, a kick across Alana’s chest dropping her to the mat and a big splash from Emma driving the air out of Alana’s lungs. Emma followed up, trapping Alana in a reverse ‘69’ head scissor, and with her powerful thighs framing the blonde teacher’s face, Emma started to squeeze. Alana grunted in discomfort from the move, but she responded, soon trapping Emma in a body scissor in reply before using Emma’s pink thong against her in a wedgie. Both women continued to work away at their respective holds before Emma got things firmly back in her favour, delivering a short chop to Alana’s crotch.

The blonde’s scissor hold was broken as she let out a cry of pain, and Emma took control of her legs briefly, but Alana was resourceful, slipping her fingers into Emma’s pussy to claw away for a moment until Emma released her scissor hold as well. Emma grabbed Alana’s mesh top to pull her to her feet, ripping the top as she did so exposing Alana’s breasts. With the blonde upright, Emma punched her in both breasts, but Alana moved in, tying Emma up in a clinch before both women looked to land knee strikes on the other. Neither was that successful, but Alana got hold of Emma’s flowing hair, forcing her head back before head butting her in the chest, knocking her off balance.

It seemed the fight was back in the balance now as Alana discarded the tattered remains of her top while both women probed for openings as they circled each other. A flurry of slaps to the body from Emma seemed to be giving her the advantage before Alana replied in kind to even things up again. Another mutual clinch followed, both women applying a bear hug to the other before Emma struck home with a knee to Alana’s crotch and was then able to take advantage as she body slammed Alana to the mat and took up a pinning position sitting high on the blonde fighter’s breasts as she inched towards applying a face pin. Alana tried to fight the attempt, locking her arms around Emma’s legs, but as Emma slapped her face red, she was finally able to force Alana’s arms above her head, moving forward to take up her position on the blonde’s face.

It looked like Emma finally had this under control as she moved in for the facesit, but Alana was able to time making a bridge perfectly, knocking Emma off balance and sending her sprawling to the mat. After the knee to the crotch and the body slam, Alana was still not able to really take advantage of having dislodged Emma who was quickly back to her feet to deliver a stomp to Alana’s back, and then she went to the hair to pull the blonde to her feet. Alana threw back an elbow catching Emma in the stomach, but Emma responded with a clubbing forearm across her shoulders which dropped Alana to her knees. Emma quickly wrapped her arms around Alana’s head looking for a sleeper hold before falling back with the blonde trapped between her legs in a body scissor. Emma ground her heels into Alana’s crotch as she worked the scissor hold, and with the sleeper also sunk well in, Alana seemed to be fading again.

Pandora came in to ask ‘submit miss?’ but Alana grunted ‘No!’ and she was looking for a way out of the debilitating combination hold before it was too late. Reaching back, Alana was able to grab hold of Emma’s long auburn hair, but with little in the way of leverage she was unable to do anything really effective as Emma again cranked on the sleeper hold drawing a moan of pain before Alana switched her attentions to Emma’s feet. Grabbing both feet, Alana started to twist away at Emma’s toes, Emma was surprised by the attack, quickly turning the scissor hold loose as she feared a broken toe, but maintaining the sleeper she pulled Alana back to her feet. It was a mistake from Emma as Alana shifted her position, jabbing her elbow into Emma’s stomach twice to gain her release from the sleeper hold.

It appeared that Alana was still dazed as Emma came back in to try and grab her hair only to walk straight into a well timed knee to the stomach. The air was expelled from Emma’s lungs by the knee, and Alana followed in with an elbow to the back of Emma’s neck that dropped her to all fours. A hard kick to the stomach rolled Emma over on to her back, and before she could react, Alana was on her with a cruel knee drop to the crotch. Emma screamed out in pain while Alana took her time in looking to continue her attack before putting Emma into a grapevine, forcing her hands above her head and looking to apply a breast smother.

With the smother in place, Alana’s breasts engulfed Emma’s face, depriving her of air at first until she was able to briefly turn her face slightly gaining a gasp of air before Alana used her breasts to slap Emma’s face. Emma let out a moan of pain as Alana’s flexed her strong legs to pile on the pressure with her grapevine. ‘Submit?’ Pandora asked, but Emma used her remaining strength to try and turn Alana on to her back, almost succeeding until Alana caught her with a hard punch to the stomach.

‘Still got some fight left in you bitch?’ Alana asked, before continuing ‘We’ll see about that!’

She pulled Emma back to her feet again by the hair before applying a bear hug, causing Emma to gasp in pain as she squirmed under Alana’s powerful and constricting embrace. Even though the bear hug was effective, Alana was simply using it to set Emma up for another painful attack as with Emma already weakening, Alana delivered a double, pussy pounding, atomic drop, holding Emma upright after the first one before delivering a second, devastating drop.

Emma collapsed to the mat, lying on her stomach and clutching between her legs. She looked a beaten woman even before Alana straddled her back, effectively trapping her arms under her own body. Her left hand wrapped in Emma’s hair enabled her to pull back, making Emma’s face a target for a series of hard slaps. Mixing it up with some punches to Emma’s shoulders and neck soon had the desired effect from Alana’s point of view as Emma admitted her submission, unable as she was to effectively defend herself from Alana’s attacks.

‘Guess we’re even now the Emma?’ Alana asked as she helped Emma up from the mat a couple of minutes after the match had finished.

‘You certainly got me this time’ Emma agreed, nursing her sore body. ‘I suppose we could always have a decider some time though?’ Emma asked.

‘Would make sense’ Alana agreed ‘We’ll have to get together again when you’re back fighting. That should give me plenty of time to work on an idea for the third match.

So, Emma was left with just one match left before she would take a self imposed break from catfighting. Could she finish off with a victory?

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