Debbie gives out a lesson

By Wolfboy

A flashback story as Debbie takes on Steve to give him an insight into the world of catfighting

The truth was that I did remember quite well the time I stepped into the basement ring with Debbie around the time that she was looking to retire from the world of catfighting. Debbie had a strategy involving a number of types of match, and I was on her list of her opponents with the simple aim to teach me what a catfight was like from inside the ropes. After all, if I was to manage her daughter’s career properly, she wanted me to understand what was involved. Now, Emma had decided that watching a video of the match was vital to my training if I was to join them as a tag partner in the rematch with the Cook family.

I couldn’t really argue the theory that at least watching myself in action would give me a start in my training. At the very least, I’d get to remember what I’d done wrong in my match against Debbie anyway. Putting myself back in that moment, I thought back to some half-hearted training sessions with Emma prior to the match. We’d fallen madly for each other by that stage, and most of the training had usually turned to something completely different within a few minutes of us hitting the mats. ‘Don’t worry though Steve’ I recalled Emma telling me on the day of the match, ‘mum only wants to show you the ropes, I’m sure she’ll go easy on you.’

If that was meant to put me at east, Emma then going on to tell me how she had seen Debbie in one mixed match hardly helped. ‘She really did a number on the poor guy in front of his wife. Won by 5 submissions to nil over twenty minutes, stripped him, made him come 3 times and then facesat the poor bastard until he was out’ she enthused. ‘I’m sure she won’t do that to you though Steve, she actually likes you’ Emma had belatedly tried to reassure me.

In agreement between Debbie and Emma the rules had been set. It would be a fifteen-minute time limit mixed catfight with a one-minute break between submissions. There would be no attacks to the face other than slaps, but mauling attacks to all body parts were legal. It was the most submissions over the time limit to win. The match would take place in Debbie’s basement ring, the place where I had first witnessed a real catfight between Debbie and Shelly Sands. Emma had appointed herself as referee for the contest.

Back in the present, Emma had set the DVD of the match ready to play remarking ‘look how young I look!’ as she was the first to enter the ring sporting a very sexy referee outfit. A very small, tight, black and white striped bra top with skimpy black booty shorts, over the knee white socks and a pair of white trainers. Text book refereeing attire that I found every bit as distracting now as I did back then! I was next to enter the ring, my tight black cycling shorts doing very little to hide my appreciation of Emma in her refereeing outfit. Last to enter the ring was Debbie giving me my first surprise of the afternoon as she wore almost the identical outfit to when she had first fought Shelly Sands. A black and white bra with black thong, a black pleated micro skirt and sheer black stockings, only forgoing the black boots from the original match.

It looked every bit as good on her then as it had in the first match. ‘I feel a little underdressed’ I had remarked to Debbie as she slipped through the ropes.

‘Well, you could have made a better effort’ she laughed. ‘Perhaps you should have borrowed one of Emma’s pretty little catfight outfits!’

‘Now mum!’ Emma had warned playfully ‘I don’t want any pre-fight intimidation or distraction’ before she had gone on to confirm the rules and make brief introductions. ‘Debbie is on my left, she is 41 years old, 5 feet 7 inches and 147lbs. Steve on my right is 21 years old, 5 feet 11 inches and 177lbs. You both know the rules, so let’s get it on!’ Emma had instructed and like that, my experience of catfighting had got underway, slowly too, Debbie taking the centre of the ring confidently, beckoning me in. She had taken her time in striking too, almost waiting to see what I would do, but when I aimed a weak slap at her thigh, she responded quickly with a fast stinging slap to my face that took me off guard. I felt the burning in my scalp as her fingers found my hair, and she used it to pull me into a side headlock, my face pressed in against the side of her 36C breasts. I grabbed at her waist in something of a hug, before a thrust of her hip into my side saw me flipped on to my back in the centre of the ring. Now Debbie scissored my arm before shifting slightly to force her breasts back into my face, and all I had achieved in my first thirty seconds of action was to find myself flat on the mat beneath Debbie in a breast smother.

I dug my heels into the mat, confident that I could bridge Debbie off me, but to no immediate avail as she showed her balance and poise, maintaining her position on top. Then I felt the flat of her hand slam down on my stomach, dropping my bridge before I felt Debbie move quickly on top of me in a full mount, still with her arms wrapped tightly around my head. Too late, I felt Debbie’s legs testing mine, and as her ankles hooked inside my legs, she spread me in a grapevine before her breasts plunged firmly into my face and I was in plenty of trouble. Debbie was expert in her application of the hold too; I writhed and squirmed beneath her, but her balance was something to behold and there was no chance of dislodging her it seemed to me. Debbie probably felt me ailing beneath her body even this early in the match as she invited me to ‘submit?’. My reply was a defiant but slightly muffled ‘no’ before Debbie spread me even further, grinding her body into mine before asking ‘you sure?’. I was sure of one thing at least, I was overmatched and not getting out of this one by myself as I tapped Debbie on the thigh and admitted ‘I submit!’

‘One to me’ Debbie cooed as she climbed off me and headed back to her corner, barely having broken a sweat it seemed to go one – nil up in the fight. I was feeling a little taken aback, hit by a bit of a whirlwind in round one, but back in my corner, referee Emma was now relishing a second self-appointed role as she took the chance to deliver a pep-talk. ‘Well, you did good for at least ten seconds Steve’ she laughed ‘seriously though, mum wants to take you to the ground because it takes the size difference out of it. Try to keep the match standing and fight her at range for a bit’

‘I’ll try’ I smiled as Emma resumed refereeing duties to call us back to fight. Once again at the start of the fall, Debbie was prepared to bide her time and I tried to keep to what Emma had said, this time aiming slaps at Debbie’s upper body. It was a little more successful, though each time, Debbie would show her speed, striking back immediately with interest to my body. I realised that while I was probably pulling my punches a little out of respect for Debbie as I looked back on it now, reticent to really hit a woman that I liked, Debbie had less concern in doing the same tom me, and she struck with a straight punch to the stomach that started to back me up. She swarmed forward with slaps, forcing me into the corner where she chopped me across the chest then grabbed my arm to whip me to the opposite corner. I was able to reverse, my greater strength allowing me muscle Debbie hard into the post instead though, and she hunched over in the corner, holding the top rope as I closed in on her. Flush with the success of that move, I repeated it, whipping Debbie into the opposite corner where she dropped to a knee. Keeping the tempo slow and steady, I closed in, going to the hair as I looked to bring Debbie upright only to find out too late that she had sucked me in to deliver a low blow that sent me crashing to the mat in front of her.

I rolled to my side, clutching my balls, but Debbie allowed no respite, going to my hair and pulling me to my feet before delivering a knee lift to the stomach. Then in a flash, I found myself whipped into the ropes, rebounding into a double fisted blow to the pit of the stomach from a kneeling Debbie that dropped me to my knees. Debbie was on me again, going behind me to pull me to the mat in a choke hold, one arm around my throat, fingers wrapped in my hair while her legs wrapped anaconda like around my body, stockinged feet firmly in my crotch. ‘Let me rub that better for you Steve’ Debbie breathed in my ear as her feet started to massage my aching balls. Distracted, I stopped fighting her as my cock inevitably responded to her attention. Too late, she sunk the choke in further and suddenly the caressing feet were being used to squeeze my balls once more. ‘Oh dear’ Debbie laughed ‘what a predicament’ as I let out a cry of pain. ‘Would you like to submit?’ she asked as I struggled against her hold once more. I was quiet, considering my options, but I had none, admitting ‘Yes, I submit’ as Debbie released me, hand playing across my crotch lightly as she returned to her corner.

As I headed back to my corner, referee Emma had become coach Emma once more, telling me that I’d done better that time. ‘You got some attacks in this time, that’s better’ she said ‘you’ve got to keep on fighting her though when she’s using stuff to distract you though, so be aware of that Steve’ she instructed.

‘It’s working to be fair Em!’ I countered, still feeling a dull ache in my balls as I looked over to Debbie’s corner to see her confidently smiling back as she removed her micro-skirt and bra. She would face me topless now, wearing just a skimpy black thong and stockings. As referee Emma instructed us to fight once more, this time I was a bit surprised by Debbie’s rush attack, running me back into my own corner post before monkey flipping me out of it to the mat. I flew through the air, landing in an uncomfortable heap in the centre of the ring, a little winded as Debbie contemplated her next move patiently.

I stirred slowly to find Debbie straddling my back as I got to all fours. She leapt into the air, bringing her butt crashing down on my lower back sending me to the mat on my belly. Instantly my scalp burned as she hauled me back to all fours to repeat the dose. A second time I was hauled back to all fours, this time Debbie electing to punish with a standing body scissor, keeping the hair hold for a while before sending me to the mat again with a butt drop. Now Debbie dropped to the mat sitting on my back as she fought to get control of my arms. Quickly she had both draped across her knees, teasing me now with the start of a camel clutch as she leaned her body back to stretch me out a little.

I moaned a little as I felt Debbie hook her hands around my chine, but still she teased me in the hold, adding pressure for a split second before easing off a little. In total control, she was toying with me, now releasing the chin lock to grab a double nipple twist that made me swear as I felt her winding my nipped like she would have done a clock. ‘Does that hurt Steve?’ Debbie smirked before breaking that off to grab one handful of my hair and she started to slap the side of my face repeatedly. It wasn’t hard slapping but it was a constant attack that was enough to pain me; not enough to force a submission and indeed Debbie soon went back to the full camel clutch, leaning back as she commanded me to ‘scream for me bitch!’. I complied, quickly adding my submission as I felt my back stretch beyond its comfort zone. 3-0 to Debbie who was a little disappointed that she hadn’t had chance to punish me further with that hold I thought.

‘She got you pretty well that time’ Emma confided in the corner as she resumed coaching duties now. ‘Not much you could do once she hooked you in that.’

‘How longs to go?’ I asked Emma, feeling a little beleaguered under Debbie’s punishing attacks.

‘Oh, you’re pretty much half way through now’ Emma smiled. ‘You look like you’re enjoying it!’ she laughed.

‘Something like that’ I agreed.

‘See if you can get on the attack this time’ she suggested. ‘Give her something to think about other than beating you up!’

With the advice of coach Emma still ringing in my ears, I started round 4, boldly rushing Debbie to force her back into her own corner. There I draped her arms across the ropes and sunk a knee lift into her body. I heard the satisfying whoosh of air leaving her body as I immediately got both hands on to her breasts in a double claw hold, mauling her. It was about that point that I noticed she was smiling at me, and that apparently my breast mauling technique was perhaps not all it could be. ‘Nice try’ she smiled, but unperturbed, I looked to stay on the offensive, instead going to the hair and throwing Debbie from the corner to the centre of the mats. Moving in quickly behind her, I applied a body scissors and full nelson combination before quickly rocking back to butt bounce her on the mat. There was a little yelp of discomfort from her at that, and as I tightened my grip on the scissors and full nelson, I felt like I might actually win a submission. Of course, Debbie had other ideas; she was a tough woman who had been in plenty of worse predicaments, and she took the punishment for now, looking for an opportunity to escape. She had one move up her sleeve as she was able to scissor my feet, but that didn’t cause me too much trouble as I was able to keep the squeeze on her. ‘Submit?’ I asked her, more in hope than expectation. ‘No’ came her flat response and sensing I needed more, I released the full nelson, instead latching on to her breasts again. This time I concentrated on nipple tweaks, drawing a comment of ‘better’ from Debbie as she gritted her teeth. But her hands were free now, and she was quick to grab my feet, twisting painfully at my toes which forced me to release the hold and turn her loose.

I knew that I needed to keep control though and going to the hair, I lifted Debbie to her feet and straight into a body slam in the centre of the ring. Debbie moaned as she met the unforgiving mats; I figured more of the same was the way to go, lifting her by the hair again and slipping a hand between her thighs to lift her. This time though, she was waiting on me, slipping over my shoulder and from behind she grabbed my hair, using it to yank me roughly to the mat. Then came a couple of stomps to the body, Debbie’s stocking clad feet finding targets before she landed a crushing leg drop across the chest.

Back in my hair, she forced me to my feet and threw me in to her corner, stepping in to deliver two hooks to the body. I covered up, earning a stinging slap to the face before she went back to my hair, using it as she drove my face twice into the corner post. I dropped to a knee in the corner briefly before a kick across my shoulders pitched me into the corner post head first and I ended up on my back in the corner. Using the ropes for balance, Debbie stood on me for a moment before jumping up and dropping her butt on my stomach. The air was crushed out of me, and I knew that I was well on my way to losing another fall now. Debbie was dominant, but took her time now, pushing me into a seated position back against the post as she forced her arse into my face in a smother against the corner. Warming to the task of finishing me off, she ground it against me before quickly thrusting it back into my face to leave me dazed and off-guard against her next move. Debbie backed up a little before delivering a baseball slide drop kick straight to my balls! I howled in pain now as Debbie stood over me, ready to continue the attack. She was dominant and she knew it as she hauled me to my feet by the hair. In an instant, she surprised me with her strength as she body slammed me hard in the centre of the ring. Debbie followed in, an elbow drop to the chest before she climbed to her feet, standing ominously over me.

Hooking her foot in the waistband of my shorts, Debbie disdainfully pushed them down my body. I was exposed as she took up her position on top of me once more, I thought perhaps looking for a reverse facesit. Instead she lay down my body in a tightly applied ‘69’ head scissor, enabling her to quickly push my shorts even further down my legs. Fully exposed, I felt Debbie’s hair brush lightly across my cock as she shifted position. I was unable to stop my cock from becoming rock hard now; then I felt the power of Debbie’s thighs come to bear around my head. ‘Nnnnggghhh!’ I moaned as my face was painfully framed by her legs while her fingers played across my nipples. A double nipple twist drew a cry of pain from me, but Debbie was already moving away from that move, her hands raking down my body now. Then before I knew it, I was letting out another cry of pain as she had me trapped, an iron claw hold applied to my balls as she looked to force the submission. A simple submission not quite enough this time though as Debbie demanded ‘submit the match?’

I was trying to resist, but as another twist was added to the iron ball claw, I was forced to comply. Debbie climbed off me, saying ‘I think you get it now Steve?’ before she left the room announcing ‘he’s all yours Em’ and Emma took up the position on top of me, her touch somewhat gentler on my balls as my face disappeared beneath her butt.

Back in the room now, Emma had seen enough, switching the tape off. ‘Definitely some training needed if you’re going to be tag partners with us next time’ she laughed. ‘I’ll see what I can think of, but for now, would you like to assume that same position?’ she asked, pushing me onto my back on the sofa as she got on top of me in a reverse face sit once more……