SS '13 DVD Exclusive Bonus Match! Akashi Vs. Miss Spencer

Miss Spencer gripped the oar tightly, holding it with both hands, close to her body, as she watched Akashi to a stop, starting to move towards her. With a curious look in her eyes, the teacher backed away from the sumo, listening closely to her words. At Akashi's final accusation, her face turned a deep, deep red in color, her skin flushed with deep embarrassment.

"Yo...you...that's none of your business!" She barked at Akashi, narrowing her eyes towards the sumo. "None at all! Besides, the status of my personal life has no bearing on the match at hand." She scoffed, trying to calm down and get her cool back before continuing. "And I don't have a problem, other than you! You're one of the most respected and influential women in this company, if not the most respected and influential! You should show more restraint! Not...not flaunting your breasts around like some kind of drunken floozy trying to get laid herself! Harumph!"

Akashi lowered her head and took purposeful steps towards Miss Spencer as she sheepishly backed away from the sumo. There wasn't too much further she could go unless she wanted to wrestle in the water and Akashi knew that much at least. But she heard her words and grinned back devilishly at the teacher.

"I behave in a way that honors my traditions and ancestors. How could I be more respectful?" She could see Miss Spencer's red cheeks. At least she understood what it meant. The woman DEFINITELY needed to get laid.

Akashi picked the pace back up and resumed a charge towards Miss Spencer. Another charge would be very predictable but there were some differences this time. This time Miss Spencer had the oar. And Akashi was glad she did. She didn't particularly want to get HIT with it, but she hoped that it was just the right tool to bolster the teacher's confidence and think she could foolishly take a stand.

"Gomen, sensei!" She cried out as she approached. "If there's one thing Akashi Tanikaze doesn't know... it's restraint."

When she was close, she threw herself at Miss Spencer once more, but this time she didn't lead with her body, she threw herself feet first, looking to aim a hard dropkick right at Miss Spencer's chest.

Miss Spencer braced herself. If Akashi wanted to charge back in like this, the teacher would let her. After all, the sumo had done so twice before, and both times Miss Spencer had handled it.

This time was different, however. As Akashi began to charge in, the teacher lifted up her oar, readying it to strike at her opponent as soon as the darker-haired woman rushed it. But before she could even think of swinging it towards her, the sumo leaped into the air. It was a stunning sight to Miss Spencer, the fact that such a large woman could get that much air time, and before she could react, Akashi's feet landed squarely into the teacher's chest.

"Ooohhff!"

The teacher cried out loudly, going flying away as the dropkick slammed into her. It was Miss Spencer's turn to spend some time in the sand now, landing on her back but rolling onto her side, hugging at her chest with both arms. That attack had hurt like hell, and the buxom blonde just knew she would be feeling it in the morning. Her oar had landed nearby her, lying in the sand beside her, but at the moment, the weapon was the last thing on the teacher's mind.

Akashi hit the ground with a thud. She'd flopped into the sand so much already that she was used to the consistency and was able to swing her legs up and stand up pretty quickly.

She noticed the oar had dislodged itself from Miss Spencer's grip but she wasn't worried about that one bit. She looked down at the writhing teacher. Before she finshed the match, she had a little something to teach the sensei.

Akashi lifted up her hands when she was standing over Miss Spencer and let out a howl as she swung her palms down, looking to smack her mitts down hard against Miss Spencer's chest and tummy and hopefully leave an echoing slap and pain reverberating through the blonde. But really, if she succeeded, she was just looking to try and haul the teacher up by the shirt, or tear it off her if that didn't work. Either would be acceptable.

Miss Spencer rolled back onto her back, letting out a tiny, almost cute groan, as she looked up towards the sky. She had recovered from the dropkick, and was ready to get back up again, when suddenly a giant, looming shadow appeared, standing up above her. For the second time this match, her eyes went wide, as the mighty sumo filled her vision. The teacher opened her mouth, ready to sound off at Akashi again, but before she could utter a word, down came each of the sumo's palms, thrusting into her body. The first struck her hard in the chest, causing the teacher to jerk around, her breasts jiggling and bouncing from the impact, then the second slammed right into her bare belly. When the second one connected, Miss Spencer jerked upwards, grabbing her stomach with both hands, letting out a howl of pain.

Her punishment wasn't complete yet though, as Akashi suddenly slipped both of her hands towards her chest, latching onto her the thin material of her short shirt. With another groan from her lips, Miss Spencer felt herself being hauled up to her feet, the material of the shirt straining and stretching as Akashi pulled and tugged on it.

Akashi loved ths sound Miss Spencer made when her hands came crashing down on the woman. When she was bent over, she inadvertently dug her fingers into the soft flesh of the teacher's mounds as she hauled her up. Akashi looked into Miss Spencer's eyes when she had the woman hauled up and snorted a hot breath through her nose.

"I hope you don't find this too intrusive. There's nothing sexual about it, sensei. Nothing at all." She said with a grin, hoping Miss Spencer meant the tight hold on the woman's chest. What she was really trying to do was slide her free hand between Miss Spencer's legs and get a tight hold on her so she could flip her over into a suplex position, almost like the woman was a sack of potatoes.

When Akashi tightened her grip, digging her fingers into the flesh of her tits, Miss Spencer couldn't help but let out a pained moan. She squirmed, writhed within the sumo's hold, reaching up with both of her arms to grab at Akashi's arm, hoping to try and push her away, or at least weaken her hold on her breasts.

But then, she felt the grip of Akashi's other hand upon her thigh, hauling the teacher right off of her feet. Up and over Akashi's shoulder, Miss Spencer went, soon finding herself set up perfectly for a suplex from the sumo.

Akashi had taken Miss Spencer and hauled her up. If the teacher thought she was strong before, she was in for a real surprise. "You know what, sensei?" Akashi said as she began to march forward with Miss Spencer in her arms. She only needed to take a few steps before she was in the ankle deep water washing up on the beach. She wasn't sure if this would soften the blow or add to it, but she didn't care. She didn't have a use for someone so strict that they couldn't even let out a frustrated cuss word every once in a while. Or enjoy the pleasures of a woman (or man?).

"I think your lesson's all wet!" She yelled and twisted her body so she dropped Miss Spencer into the wet beach with the Sumo's full weight on top of her, hoping to drive the teacher into the mucky sand a few inches below the rippling tide.

Miss Spencer was almost in a panic, as Akashi held her aloft, carrying her around like it wasn't any big deal. Her arms and legs flailed, kicking at the air as the sumo carried her straight to the water.

"M-miss Akashi! I demand that you unhand me at once!" She cried out, trapped in the sumo's arms. Then, suddenly, her demand was granted. Into the waters Akashi dropped her, the teacher splashing into the surf, the sumo coming in fast right behind her. The teacher hit the water and let out a shriek, a sound that was quickly stifled as Akashi's body crashed right into her own. Miss Spencer felt the air forced from her lungs as the sumo fell onto her, the pain of the impact coursing through her curvy form. As much as the palm strikes had hurt Miss Spencer, Akashi's drop had hurt even more, and now the teacher was left trapped under the full weight of the woman, her body sunk just a couple of inches into the wet sand beneath the clear waters.

Akashi let herself sink into the muck and rested against Miss Spencer. She exhaled, not wanting to linger and pulled herself away, inadvertently washing Miss Spencer with her big tits.

Akashi then stood up, turning her back on Miss Spencer. She'd leave her as a stain imbedded in the sand. Now that she showed Miss Spencer what was left, all she needed was to grab an oar and head back to finish her off.