Female Boxing Federation

RobedPrincess: Here it is, my CF debut! Challenged by Marge (aka The Finisher). I don't know her record but I know she is older, more experienced and taller than me. Despite that I weigh a lot more, I'm a middleweight and she's a bantamweight - so it's not all bad! I gear up in the bathroom next to my home gym, which has the ring all set up with stools and bottles in each corner, plus some chairs if anyone wants to watch. I slide into my black leather groin protector and hop into my long sky blue satin trunks. I pop my head into my white sports bra, sliding in the cups that cover my chest. With my gear on I wrap my hands with pink gauze, admiring my white nails, matching my toes which I have left out - I prefer fighting barefoot when at home... I jump into the ring and warm up in my corner with the rest of my gear as I await Marge's arrival.

The_Finisher: Maria is half my age, 6” smaller and more than 40 lbs heavier. I try to keep myself trim and lithe and the opportunity to mix it up with a talented youngster was much too good to pass up. We exchange glances as I climb in the ring and slip on my yellow mouthguard. We nod at one another to express our readiness before bumping gloves in mid ring.

RobedPrincess: I admire you in your yellow gloves and matching gumshield before slipping on my own black 10oz mitts. One of the crowd helps me pop in my white mouthpiece and I come to the centre to touch gloves. *bap*. *DING* The first round begins and I try to press my weight advantage by coming forward at you, laying in with a simple but firm jab-straight combo at your face, and a low left hook at the midriff.

The_Finisher: The young fighter may be eager but she’s also a tad slow and plodding. She’s in shape but it’s not easy to dance in the ring carrying almost 160 lbs on a 5’7” frame. All of that by way of saying that —as she approaches — I have ample time to evade her maiden flurry leaning back from her combo to the face and left hook to the midriff that fans my torso. I pivot twist inside over her left with a right hook to the hinge of the jaw and a straight left to the right eye socket. The fight is on!

RobedPrincess: BOOM a flash of white and I'm hit already! The right hook land flush and I'm shaken, falling fortunately back and out of range of the follow up punch. Staggered I regain myself and learn a lesson - keep fast and move! I close back up and throw a fast jab at your guard, followed by a 1-2 to your chest. I fire fast, quickly get back in guard and bob to my left.

The_Finisher: One of two ain’t bad. I clock Maria with a hook to the jaw that sends her back thereby defeating my own follow-up shot to the eye 👁️ Shit happens! Maria’s no wilting lily; she’s back at me in a nanosecond trying to shake my guard followed un close succession to a harsh combo to the chest that land above my small sensitive breasts rattling them some as she tries to weasel away and I attempt to cut the ring using my reach advantage to pump a stiff low right — below her combo — to the rumpled waistband of her trunks and dropping a harsh overhand left to he temple. The battle’s raging

RobedPrincess: I land my own couple of punches, restoring some balance. Your stomach shot lands, but with your weight disadvantage it is not very powerful and I stay upright with my guard. This then blocks your temple shot and leaves me in a good place to respond. I try and throw out a double jab before your left glove is back in place and twist you back towards the ropes.

The_Finisher: My head snaps once twice and the youngster puts me on the back foot yet still within reach as I trade gamely with a pair of sizzling rights aiming for the nose 👃 and mouth 👄

RobedPrincess: Bop bop, both punches land and you go back towards the ropes. I take a right on my nose but press forward despite the soreness, ducking below the second, coming up launching a left uppercut to your jaw as I rise. Once back up I feint a left jab before throwing a firm overhand right punch aimed at your temple.

The_Finisher: The striking blonde hits paydirt clocking me solid on the jaw lifting me to my toes distorting my face and … draping me on the ropes as her overhand right whiffs before me fanning my frame as I reset stunned and in desperation.

RobedPrincess: The older woman is hit hard, my age and weight advantage is telling. Even with your gloves back up you are dazed on the ropes and I launch another attack. I keep my guard tight, because you can punch, as I launch a low left kidney shot and another hard overhand right temple shot.

The_Finisher: Now Maria is playing with her food and darkly as her left lands in the vicinity of my kidney and i wail as my head drops and your right comes up empty allowing me to straighten with a sizzling left uppercut to the underside of your right breast looking to send it flying out of the sports bra.

RobedPrincess: Another big punch and bigger reaction from you as you go down low with the kidney punch, impressively staying on your feet. I hear your wail and sigh as my right hits empty air, before crying out a sharp moan in response my right tit taking a direct hit. Thankfully my chest cup takes most of the blow and I'm able to keep my gloves up to bap you against the ropes with a firm 1-2 head combo, followed by a stiff left hook at your jaw, hoping you might taste canvas for the first time in the fight soon.

The_Finisher: Maria is brutal and unforgiving taking coarse punishment to her right tit now sore and countering instantly with a combo to the dome that puts me on the ropes, the left hook to the jaw swivels my head like a ragdoll and sends a wad of my spittle laced with blood 🩸 splashing your face. I seize he distraction to heighten the breast abuse aiming a swift left right left right to the clearly etched outline of your hard nips tenting the sports bra.

RobedPrincess: With a pfft of your mouth blood and spit cover my face, peppering my white sports bra too. I blink and step back to wipe my face, leaving a gap for your chest strikes. AH AH AH AH - all four punches land firm on my sporty boobs, forcing moans from me. Your light weight means these are no so much painful as pleasurable, and won't stop me fighting just yet. Frustrated, I come back again. A double jab to your face comes fast with and a right uppercut for your chin. I aim a harsh left hook to your tits as I jump out of range again.

The_Finisher: The young Princess shows her mettle resistance in the face of ardent assault. she can say all she wants about my weight. But that flurry to her knockers hurt … an awful lot as demonstrated by her counter snapping my head once twice backing me down with each punch even if her right uppercut whiffs as she puts me on the ropes making me wince and grunt loud with a brutal left hook to my small breast … disappearing before I can pay her back pained as I am.

RobedPrincess: There it is! A groan from Marge tells me the tit-shot landed true. I keep my guard mixed, right glove high at my jaw, left a bit lower over my 'knockers'. Closing again I feint a straight right, before dipping down and left to throw a left kidney shot. Disappointed to miss with my last one, I throw in another right uppercut as I straighten and pap at your chest with a jab on my way out again.

The_Finisher: Too late for me to fall for a feint and fortunately I’m spared a direct hit with the kidney shot landing in the vicinity.No such luck for me with the uppercut that stands the older taller woman upright tossing her into the ropes like laundry her continuing attention to my modest mammaries falling short this time as she again withdraws from infighting.

RobedPrincess: You are dazed and against the ropes again... any decent referee would step in for a standing count. But as I look into the crowd no one wants to step in! I shrug, I come forward once more with a mixed guard. I snarl with my white mouthguard on show, leading in with a jab and a hard overhand right. I go low with a left navel shot but don't run away this time, staying nice and close to keep you pressed on the ropes. How much longer can this old gal manage???

The_Finisher: Awwww she’s young and hasn’t learned that you don’t tease a wounded fighter. I block your upstairs assault even if your left oooommmmmfffffffff indents my belly deep making my tiny nips indent my top to the max. You stay careless with your guard from your recent success leaving the hinge of the jaw exposed to a nasty right hook from the shoulder as I bolt into you behind a sizzling left to the very tender downward of the underbelly looking to scramble ovaries maybe even bust the bladder.

RobedPrincess: A flash of white crosses my vision as I take the hard hook and stagger back. It brings me away a bit but the low shot to my abdomen below the belt line still lands firmly and I moan again, quieter this time. Surely my turn to take a count if a ref was present... I throw up my gloves into a peekaboo guard, learning from my arrogance. I'm still in a good place and you're hurt. I let you come towards me, away from the ropes holding you up so much in the past. Behind a hard guard I go for a 1-2 to your tits, obvious in your small top with the hard nipples as targets. I lash a high left hook over the top, followed by a overhand right to your temple - to teach you for going below the belt!

The_Finisher: One of the most hurtful punches to a woman is a punch to an erect nipple. I’ve gone down with quite a few of those and I’m done taking them in stride even as the pain and forced arousal mount with each successive insisting assault. I duck under your combo upstairs and launch 🚀 a massive left/right combo to the underside of your bigger milk sacs looking to send them flying out of the chest protector and sports bra.

RobedPrincess: I hit you then you're gone, under my punches and at my chest. Your first three strikes land clean, knocking my left boob out of the sports bra, sending the protector cup clattering to the ring floor. I bring back my guard and shove you off, rubbing my bare tit gently. I hold up my right glove and step back, asking for a break. "Wait wait. I can't continue like this... would you guys mind if I take it off? Linda can you lend a hand here? Maybe you wanna do the same Margey..."

Linda216: I look a little startled but nod as I step on the apron after removing my white heels, wearing a white dress which shows off my cleavage generously. I begin to remove the sports bra and whisper "sure you wanna do this?"

RobedPrincess: I nod "yes please baby, I can't fit that chest protector back in with my gloves on now can I?"

The_Finisher: I arch my back staring coldly at the young Princess her splendid 36Ds mottled with red welts. “Afraid to get your trophies bruised Princess?” I chortle sarcastically.

Linda216: I nod then unhook the bra, seeing Maria's tits bounce free. I look gobsmacked till I shut my jaw and toss her bra towards her corner on the ringside steps .nodding and telling her "good luck."

The_Finisher: Please unfasten mine as well Linda.

Linda216: I move around the ring after entering through the ropes..looking square into the eyes of Marge after our verbal battles over the past few months. A smirk on her cocky face as I look at her with an ice cold look. Reaching around I unhook her bra as I whisper "won't be any bras or thongs between us. I am coming for you bitch." Bra in my hand I toss it over to Marge's corned before I kiss her cheeks for luck. Stepping out the ring moments later as I tell both "fight hard you two!"

The_Finisher: Now we look more like turn-of-the-century brawlers … before women were condemned to cover their bosoms and chest protectors were invented. I bolt toward the Princess instantly extending my right arm to bump gloves amicably … even as I seize my reach advantage to welcome your new state of undress lifting a long left uppercut to the sore underside of your large right breast.

RobedPrincess: Like gladiators we carry on. I tap gloves with you and circle. I see the long range uppercut from a mile off and sidestep it, throwing a right hook to your open jaw as I do. An overhand left follows and I throw a low right to the top of your yellow shorts. I then stand up with a high and tight peekaboo guard.

The_Finisher: Bitch has taken quite a beating and her f-cking tank is far from empty. She sidesteps my welcoming uppercut sending my saliva flying to Linda's face at ringside with a right hook to the jaw that rocks me back making your overhand whiff fanning my tall and lanky frame but your big pears 🍐 bounce and uffffffffffffffffffffffff the low right lands at the top of my yellow trunks spearing me deep … feels like another kind of penetration, sexual and my pussy tingles as I find my distance blushing and flustered buying space and time to regain a semblance of my bearings.

RobedPrincess: You take two of those punches hard and skitter away. I follow the sound of your moan before you can yourself together. I fire two jabs at your face to keep you under pressure, chasing hard. I throw a hard overhand right to your temple, then nip low firing another low right to the same place on the belt of your trunks. I bring both gloves back to my chin and straighten up.

The_Finisher: My face now a bright red and noticeably swollen as you keep landing on my face unimpeded sending me ever closer and closer to the ropes. Schooled in your (recent) habits I lean into the ropes now bowing at my back and — this time — your low right just kisses the navel. You bring your guard up — alas a tad too high — and I bounce off the ropes and into you behind a blistering right to your fully erect left nipple.

RobedPrincess: You're back on the ropes and starting to bruise nicely. I see your chest attack and bring my elbows together to deflect the punch. With your right glove extended I loop out a left hook towards your temple and step in for a chin-bound right uppercut both firm with hard exhales behind them. A quick ratatatat of punches to your boobs greets you as I skip outside again.

The_Finisher: My breast attack foiled … my head becomes a constantly moving object: downward with the left hook to the temple and straight back with the uppercut to the chin that straightens me like a flagpole. What follows can only be deemed abuse as you drive a brutal three-punch flurry to my much smaller and therefore less-padded attributes. Call it what you will, it’s a titbox challenge and I do not shy away from accepting it, putting the shoulder behind a punch-for-punch counter aimed at your inflamed 🔥 nipples.

RobedPrincess: You are hit hard and dazed, so your punches are weaker, only serving to pleasure me really. I almost ignore the bantamweight strikes as I continue on you. I stiff jab to your nose, and a HARD overhand right to the same place try and knock you about. I throw two low left navel shots and step back to see if you are capable of staggering after me or even staying on your feet.

The_Finisher: Yes Maria’s nipples reflect the pleasure of my breast assault and clearly fuel her resolve the stiff jab and overhand right bust my nose and she draws blood 🩸 starting a slow drip to my small breasts. The two low lefts land lower than the navel — well into my trunks and I fold at the waist and exhale on your tits flinging my long arms at your back and pulling you in tight to prevent further abuse as I feel my legs (and resolve) turn to jelly, further, your big girls engulf mine fully.

RobedPrincess: You take the hits and crumple onto me, blood dripping over your tits. You clinch hard and my boobs crash into yours, punching them flat against your chest. We pant against he each other. I use my weight to shove you off into the middle of the ring. I move to land the classic four punch combo at your punch-drunk self. 1-2 jab-straight to the bloody boobs, a left hook to your bruised temple and a rattling hard right uppercut.

The_Finisher: This is what is known as “playing with your food” in boxing circles. A younger fighter (half my age) picks the stubborn veteran apart. She’s 40 lbs heavier and it feels like she’s unloaded 40 tons of leather on my lanky frame. I’m a bloody mess (literally) when I crumple onto her seeking respite. Instead her bigger milkers punch my puppies flat against my chest and she tosses me like so much garbage toward mid ring adding insult to injury punishing my bloody girls further. Your left hook whiffs as your tit assault rocks me back like a speedbag but the stunner is the brutal right uppercut that lifts me clean off my toes and sends me flying thru the middle ropes out of the f-cking ring and onto the ring apron: flat on my back, small bruised tits heaving for breath.

RobedPrincess: PAP PAP MISS BAM. The uppercut does the job and sends you spilling over, down and through the ropes, half in half out of the ring. Someone in the crowd pointlessly starts to count "1... 2... 3..." I move to a neutral corner. Your chest heaves but you make no effort to rise and I give a huge white plastic smile, "9... 10!". DING DING DING. The bell sounds for a knockout and I raise both gloves to the crowd's applause. "Come here you flat-chested oldie" I drag you back into the ring by your ankles. Seeing you are still conscious I look to take advantage. "Linda" I nod at my shorts. Linda steps back into the ring, and tugs down my trunks and groin protector - the cup of which is sodden with sweat and .... Gloves still on mouthguard still in I demand "open wide". I sit down over your bruised face, my natural pubic bush my only cover. "Don't you dare take your gumshield out Marge". I roll and flex my hips as your tongue pleasures and licks me, with my juices flowing freely into your bruised gob. "Oh WELL DONE biddy!" I moan as I finish off all down your chin, having to put my gloves on the floor to support me. I shift next to you and hold my gloved palm next to your mouth. "Be a good girl and spit". Willingly, you splurge your yellow mouthpiece into my glove. I leave you lying in the ring, with nothing but a sweaty body, battered tits, bloody gloves, and two mouthguards....