Mrs Smith’s Secret
By Wolfboy
A Parent’s Evening with added interest for Elaine

The last thing that Elaine had expected at one of her school parent’s evenings had been for the mother of one of her students to sit down, talk through her son’s progress in the class and then, at the end of the appointment, to lower her voice and say ‘I know what you do Mrs Smith.’

‘What do you mean Mrs Peters?’ Elaine had asked quickly.

‘I mean your wrestling and catfighting Mrs Smith’ Mrs Peters clarified, lowering her voice further in a conspiratorial fashion. ‘And I want to fight you here at the school’ she continued.

‘Well……I…….’ Elaine stuttered, a little at a loss for words.

‘Look Mrs Smith’ Mrs Peters continued ‘your secret is 100% safe with me. I catfight too and I like you, I have to keep it quiet. I’m not going to snitch on you, but I do want to fight you because I think you look like fun Mrs Smith.’

‘Well, then if you’re a fighter too’ Elaine replied, getting some confidence behind her ‘then I’d be happy to do it here. I might suggest Friday evening perhaps?’ she asked, looking at Mrs Peters. ‘There’s the second night of parent’s evening tomorrow, but anytime after 7 on Friday we can have the gym to ourselves.’ she continued.

‘That sounds like a lot of fun Mrs Smith’ Mrs Peters replied. ‘I’ll bring a second with me, I assume you’ll do the same? No referee though, I don’t think we’ll need one, will we?’ Mrs Peters asked.

‘I’m sure we’ll cope just fine without’ Elaine agreed. ‘We’ll agree rules on Friday?’ she asked Mrs Peters.

‘Perfect’ Mrs Peters said shaking Elaine’s hand as she vacated the visitors chair at Elaine’s desk to allow the next set of parents to join Elaine. ‘I’ll see you then’ she said as she walked from the room, conscious that Elaine was sizing her up as she walked away.

That Friday evening then, I found myself waiting in the school gym with Elaine for Mrs Peters and her partner to arrive for the match. We didn’t have to wait too long for the apologetic couple to arrive. They’d been delayed a few minutes by childcare issues as they waited for a relative to arrive and keep an eye on their kids. Mrs Peters’ apologetic nature quickly evaporated when she got face to face with Elaine to discuss rules though, she was all business then.

‘This is nice in the gym’ she suggested ‘but how about we turn this a little more personal and take it to your classroom Mrs Smith? We can get the furniture moved back and fight in there?’

‘Sure’ Elaine replied evenly ‘we can do that. So how do you want to do this?’ she asked, adding ‘as there’s no ref, I’m guessing no holds barred is a given?’

‘Yes, no holds barred and fight to one submission’ Mrs Peters agreed readily ‘dresses, stockings and suspenders, heels, nothing else? Agree?’ she asked Elaine.

‘I have a skirt and blouse with me, is that alright?’ Elaine asked her.

‘Fine for me Mrs Smith. I get the school teacher version of you then. But I know you’re a slut underneath that professional image. You know all the kids think you’re a MILF. I think you’re a BILF though you know’ she told Mrs Smith.

‘Oh really……’ Elaine countered ‘and you’re going to be dressed like a filthy hooker Mrs Peters. I’m going to enjoy beating you. And what the fuck is a BILF anyway?’ Elaine asked.

‘Oh, it’s simple enough’ Mrs Peters told her, ‘you’re a bitch I’d like to fuck up!’ she smiled. ‘Now, would you like to lead the way to your classroom Mrs Smith?’ she asked while her partner and I rolled up the mats and took them with us as we headed down a short corridor to the smaller, more intimate setting of the classroom. There was a little bit of furniture moving required as I helped Mrs Peters’ partner clear enough space to allow us to roll the mats out while the two women changed into their fighting outfits. Elaine had on sheer nude coloured stockings with a matching coloured suspender belt, a flared black mini skirt slashed dangerously high at the side and a white button front, sleeveless blouse. On her feet she wore bright red, three-inch heel shoes, her golden blonde hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. In accordance with the recent agreement between the two women, she wore nothing else beneath the outfit. Her nails were painted a shade of red that matched her shoes, long enough to be a useful weapon, not sharpened at all, but dangerous enough in a no holds barred match nevertheless.

On the other side of the classroom, Mrs Peters was also getting herself ready for the fight. A shock of black curls, her hair fell to the middle of her back. She wore a tight red mini dress, a strappy bodycon style dress that left none of Mrs Peters’ curves to the imagination. It also hinted at the black suspender belt she wore beneath it, the tops of the sheer black stockings already visible given the length of her dress. On her feet, she wore a pair of black, four-inch stiletto heels. She took off her earrings and wedding ring, unfastened her necklace and placed her jewellery on one of the classroom tables and she had a quick chat with her partner now, discussing tactics perhaps, before she kissed him and headed for the mats. Elaine already waited there for her, arms folded impatiently as she taunted her ‘you look like a fucking stripper you dirty tart, I’m going to fuck you up bitch!’

‘Oh, look at the prissy school teacher trying to act all tough. Only one bitch getting fucked up here tonight, and it’s not me’ Mrs Peters shot back. ‘We should so this properly though bitch, introduce yourself like there’s a big crowd here’ she told Elaine.

‘Sure’ Elaine agreed ‘you need to know exactly who owns your skanky ass I guess’ she taunted Mrs Peters. ‘I’m Elaine Smith, I’m 44 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 150lbs and I measure 36F-28-40 with a record in catfights of 4 wins and 2 defeats‘ Elaine said, before adding ‘and there will be one more win on that record in a few minutes time, cunt!’ she continued to taunt Mrs Peters who now stepped forward on to the mats, hands on hips, staring a hole through Elaine as she started ‘I’m Daisy Peters. I’m 42 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 144lbs and I measure 36C-27-38. I’ve had four catfights and I ain’t lost one yet, she told Elaine ‘and you’re going to be win number 5 you cheap little slag!’

‘Fuck off bitch’ Elaine fired back, the temperature in the room rising as the two women stood chest to chest now. ‘You know you never did tell me what you did for a living Daisy. So, what is it? Because looking at you right now, I can’t decide if it’s a stripper or a hooker!’ she sneered, her eyes alight with the excitement of impending conflict.

‘You’re all mouth bitch’ Daisy shot back ‘and you’re jealous of my incredible body you dumpy little tart! I can’t wait to beat your fat arse’ she continued, similarly animated at the prospect of the fight. Her nipples clearly stiff with anticipation of the action to come, she finished ‘I’m going to face sit you to submission on your own desk; you’ll never forget losing to me, cunt!’ she finished. The two women started to circle each other now; there was no signal to start but both had clearly decided that the time for words was over now as they jousted with a couple of slaps to the body in the opening seconds.

‘C’mon bitch’ Daisy taunted Elaine as she forced the school teacher to eat a slap to the cheek in her own classroom.

‘Fucking slut’ Elaine shot back, walking through the slap to get a good grip of Daisy’s shock of brunette curls with her left hand. As she secured that grip, Daisy did the same with her left hand, wrapping her fingers up in Elaine’s blonde hair. Both women balled their right hands up into fists and showing no interest in defence, they engaged in a hair tug of war, slamming hard punches into each other’s bodies. Elaine targeted the ribs while she also seemed to be marginally the stronger of the two women, marginally shading the hair tug of war. Daisy moaned a little in pain as she felt the burning in her scalp from Elaine’s hair pulling and felt her knuckles connect again to her unprotected rib cage. She was tough though, here to fight, and she fired back well to Elaine’s body before crucially starting to fire uppercut style blows in to the underside of Elaine’s breasts, drawing the first protests from the blonde teacher. Elaine redoubled her effort with the hair pulling, managing to pull Daisy a little off balance and on to a knee to the stomach that drew a groan from the brunette. She stayed on her feet, tottering a little uneasily on her heels once more as Elaine pulled hard at her hair, but as the blonde teacher went for another knee to the body, Daisy was ready, catching Elaine’s leg to trap it against her body. In that position, Elaine was wide open as Daisy hammered her with a forearm to the chest, sending her sprawling to the mat.

High heels or not, Daisy was fleet footed as she rushed over to Elaine, able to grab her hair while she was still on all fours and deliver a knee to the side of the right breast. That put Elaine on her back and Daisy dropped down hard on her, electing to cat ball with the blonde as both grabbed double handfuls of hair and started to roll across the mats, screaming and snarling at each other as they went. Already the dress that Daisy was wearing and Elaine’s skirt both started to ride up a little on their hips to prove that they only wore the suspender belt beneath them as they continued to roll. Then Elaine was flat on her back suddenly, with Daisy trapped between her legs, moaning a little as she felt Elaine’s stocking clad thighs sawing into her body. Daisy regripped Elaine’s hair in response, making sure that her elbows were positioned inside Elaine’s arms so that she could use them to try and push Elaine’s hands out of her hair. Elaine hung on grimly to her grasp of Daisy’s hair and squeezed her hard with those thighs again, drawing a low moan of pain from Daisy who told Elaine she was a ‘thunder thighed cunt!’

Daisy might have been in pain but she was still in the fight, using the hair to bounce Elaine’s head on the mat before she switched to close her hands around Elaine’s throat in a straight up choke hold. I could see the look of surprise in Elaine’s eyes rapidly turn to one of concern as she felt the strong grasp Daisy had of her in the choke. Elaine at least had the experience of enough fights behind her not to panic though, and she saw the opening to gain her escape almost immediately. Squeezing Daisy hard once again with those thighs forced the brunette to throw her head back in pain, and as she did so, Elaine slapped her hard across the cheek, followed by a punch to the right breast. Daisy was rocked, her choke hold broken, and while she followed with a sharp right hand to the right breast herself, the match was back on a more even keel. Even more so when Elaine used her thighs and a liberal handful of hair to roll Daisy to her side and evidently in a bit of trouble as the thighs of the blonde teacher bore down on her. The action was already at a tough level for both women; there had been very little in the way of preliminary action, both ladies were quickly into the action and looking to hurt the other.

Daisy groaned in frustration as Elaine continued to have her trapped between her thighs, working the brunette hard as she wrenched at her hair again, twisting her head to the side. A determined look set in her eyes, Daisy steadfastly refused to give when Elaine asked her before, noting Elaine’s short skirt had ridden up fully, she went for a pussy claw, immediately drawing a howl of pain from the blonde teacher. She hadn’t been expecting that move, and head thrown back in pain, th scissor hold was broken as Daisy slugged her hard in the belly. Still with one hand applying the pussy claw, now Daisy used the hair to force Elaine to her feet, quickly switching to a double hair hold as she tried to lead Elaine towards her own wooden desk. The blonde teacher tried to set her feet to stop her only to find Daisy cunningly raking her shin with her stiletto heel, breaking her resistance. Now she quickly dragged Elaine the final distance towards the desk before looking to slam the blonde face first into the solid wooden furniture. Wisely, Elaine braced herself, both hands placed on the surface to stop Daisy from completing that attack. The brunette quickly whipped two punches round into Elaine’s belly though, and that done, she used the hair to force Elaine’s face to her own desk, wrapping the fingers of her left hand in the blonde’s hair before using her palm to press her hard against the solid, unforgiving, surface.

With Elaine bent over the desk, her ass up in the air a little, Daisy hitched her black skirt up high before spanking her ass once and as Elaine moaned about that, she got a hand between the teacher’s legs, applying the pussy claw once more. Immediately Elaine let out a loud shriek of pain as it was clear her brunette opponent had the hold well applied. ‘Not the first time you’ve had something between your legs at this desk is it bitch?’ Daisy taunted the blonde who looked a little flushed as Daisy worked her fingers inside her womanhood once more. It was a dire position for Elaine it seemed, bent over her desk and evidently in agony from a well applied pussy attack. Daisy broke the claw for a moment, spanking Elaine’s ass again before delivering a hard punch to her lower back, hardly helping the blonde’s predicament before she reapplied the claw hold drawing another shriek of pain from Elaine. ‘Why don’t you give up Mrs Smith?’ Daisy asked her in a matter of fact style but Elaine, despite the pain she was suffering, wasn’t for giving up just yet. Daisy’s fingers probed her expertly, drawing another scream of pain, as she taunted Elaine ‘give up Mrs Smith, let me sit on that pretty little face on top of your desk and we’ll call it quits.’

‘Never!’ Elaine replied strongly, certainly with more confidence than I felt looking at her current predicament. She howled in pain once more as Daisy continued to work the pussy claw, but the blonde teacher had spotted her chance now, and she stunned the curly haired brunette with two hard elbows swung perfectly into her rib cage. As Daisy sprawled back off Elaine to the mat behind her, she grabbed for the blonde’s skirt, pulling it down her legs as she landed on her ass. Elaine deftly stepped out of black garment to avoid any problems and she quickly lashed a kick across Daisy’s chest to put the brunette flat on her back on the mat. In keeping with the closely fought, catty style of the match so far, Elaine delivered a full body splash on Daisy now, immediately allowing that to be converted into a mutual hairpulling catball as the two fiercely competitive women rolled across the mats, entangled. Stocking clad legs fought against each other for supremacy now, both women hoping to stop the cyclical motion of the catball with them on top. Daisy sunk her nails into Elaine’s naked ass; Elaine gritted her teeth and tore at the flimsy shoulder straps of brunettes slinky red dress. Making short work of the straps, she rendered Daisy topless, and suddenly arresting the motion of the catball with her on top, Elaine dipped her head forward, taking the brunette’s left nipple in her mouth.

‘Aaaaagggghhh! You dirty bitch!’ Daisy shrieked as she felt Elaine’s teeth nipping at her sensitive nipple. Elaine slipped a punch low into the brunette’s body, then it was her turn to moan as Daisy cunningly slipped her legs into position to grapevine Elaine’s from beneath, quickly spreading her legs as she did so. Despite holding the top position, Elaine was, for moment at least, at something of a disadvantage, and Daisy took that position to slap her face hard, the sound of three rapid fire slaps filling the classroom. Then Daisy moaned in pain again as Elaine delivered a double handed stomach claw having carefully moved the brunette’s dress out of the way first. Elaine’s nails were sunk deep into the brunette’s belly, her fingers testing her abs, probing for a weakness as she looked to break her resistance. ‘Give up Mrs Peters!’ Elaine suggested, adding quickly ‘you fucking bitch!’ in exasperation as the brunette grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping it open to expose her 36F breasts. Elaine was often described as busty and right now, that bustiness was something of a disadvantage as Daisy sunk her nails into Elaine’s breasts. Now both women were screeching in pain as their nails tested the other’s body; this hadn’t been a long catfight, but it had been intense to this point. As I fancied it was nearing a conclusion fairly soon, I realised that I was seeing a tougher, cattier side to Elaine here. She had got skills as a wrestler and had gotten a little catty in the past, now as I watched her drag her nails across Daisy’s stomach before elbowing her in the pussy, I thought perhaps Elaine might have finally learned the art of being a genuine, nasty catfighter.

That elbow to the pussy had certainly drained some of the fight from Daisy it appeared, and now I wondered if Elaine could put her away. She certainly didn’t look to be giving the brunette too much time to recover either, hitting with a hard punch to the stomach before using the hair to force her to her feet. As the brunette’s slinky dress fell away from her body now, Elaine slipped a hand between her legs and lifted her to deliver a powerful body slam. Fitting perhaps that the move she had first discussed learning to use in this very classroom with Emma had now served her so well in a catfight in that same room. Daisy hit hard, the impact finally dislodging her black stiletto heeled shoes to leave her in just her suspender belt and stockings on the mat. Her hips rose involuntarily, trying to ease the pain that she felt and Elaine targeted her perfectly with a falling head butt to the crotch. That drew an increasingly pained shriek from Daisy who was firmly in trouble now as a glint of an idea came into Elaine’s eyes.

Lifting the brunette after forcing her from the mat by the hair, Elaine looked to be setting up to deliver a second body slam. ‘Noooo!’ Daisy complained, but that wasn’t at all what Elaine had planned for her; instead she walked Daisy to her desk, putting her on top of it. Sweeping the surface clear of a few pens and a stapler, Elaine then climbed on top of the desk, setting up a schoolgirl pin there. She was looking to put Daisy away in the exact way the brunette had threatened her with at the outset of the fight. Elaine looked dishevelled, her hair out of place, blouse completely torn open, skirt missing, one stocking torn where Daisy had raked it with her stiletto heel. I also thought she rarely looked more in control in a fight as well, and it was a dominant look that suited her well as she inched forward to sit high on Daisy’s breasts.

‘Now Mrs Peters?’ Elaine enquired ‘do you submit this match to me?’

‘No, never………mmmmffff!’ Daisy replied, quickly finding her protests muffled as Elaine used a hand in her curly brunette hair to pull her straight in to a pussy smother. She reached back too, pinching the brunette’s right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted hard. She had her; Elaine knew it, Daisy knew it too as the match moved fast towards the finish, Daisy desperately holding on as she hoped to dislodge Elaine. The blonde was perched on her imperiously though, not moving, not letting up either as she asked her again ‘do you submit this match……bitch?’

Daisy didn’t want to, but she was slowly but surely getting smothered out; no amount of will power was going to help her with that problem and she had to tap out, banging her hand hard on the desk to show that she had submitted. Elaine released the hair, breaking the smother, but staying in place for a moment before she got off Daisy and climbed her way down off the desk. She stopped to make sure that Daisy got off the desk OK, offering a hand to make sure the brunette was OK. The two women shook hands, a cursory hug, no animosity now that the fight was over. ‘I’ll get you next time bitch’ Daisy smiled at Elaine.

‘Oh, there will be a next time will there? Next time I’ll make you eat pussy bitch’ Elaine smiled back.

‘There will definitely be a next time, and you’ll be eating pussy you slag. The prissy teacher turned into a cheap whore on the mats’ Daisy challenged.

‘We’ll see’ Elaine countered. ‘You know where I am, when you’re ready let me know you dirty little hooker….’

As we left the school, the challenge still hung in the air between the two women who shook hands once more as they parted. ‘Until next time Mrs Smith’ Daisy smiled.

‘Indeed’ Elaine agreed ‘until next time Mrs Peters….’