Didi vs Rita

Didi gasped at the insult, frowning and just managing to step back from the kick's reach, the heel nearly snagging on the lower part of her shirt. The paddle, however, struck home with a comical whacking noise, staggering her to the point where she tripped over her own feet and hit the mat, leaning on one elbow and holding her head with a dizzied groan. "Agh... would you put that silly thing down..." she'd grumble

Rita watched with amusement Didi's tripping. "Oh? Is it too much for you, weakling?" Looking down at her opponent, the kawaii would stomp her body, grinding her heel into Didi's flesh. "Don't worry. If you don't like it, I have a million other toys in stock!"

"Oof!" The heel dug into her tender pearly flesh, squishing her soft belly in a bit before she'd try to grab her ankle, trying to hold her in place while lifting it a bit from her gut. If it was in reach, she'd try to lean to one side to grab at her riding crop, trying to use her one hand to pop off the false tip of the handle and toss it, actually a light smoke bomb to leave a puff of flower over Rita's face.

Rita's foot dueled with Didi's hand at first, trying to overpower it and push the heel stronger into Didi's belly. When the opponent moved to reach the crop, though, Rita noticed it and changed tactics, wresting her foot away. "What do you think you're doing?" She scowled and kicked the riding crop away before Didi could reach it. The weapon traveled a few feet before coming to a rest near the ropes. "Is that all you've got, slut?" The kawaii dominatrix grinned and tried to step on Didi's outstretched arm.

"Ah!" Didi cried out as the weapon slid from her grasp, then screamed out as her hand was stomped down. She kicked her feet, skirt kicking up similarly as her legs thrashed and she grabbed Rita's ankle to try and remove it.

"Dirty... bitch!" she snarled, trying to break free from the mind-numbing pain of her throbbing hand

Impervious to Didi's screams, Rita watched patiently as the girl suffered and thrashed under her foot. Finally, apparently amused enough for the time being, Rita stepped away from the hand. She wouldn't be so kind as to let Didi recover; instead she moved and grabbed her roughly by her hair. The dominatrix would pull her head up so that her upper body left the mat, then aim another good smack at Didi's head with the paddle on her other hand.

Didi hissed and held her hand, expecting less of the arguably cuter wrestler that was handling her fairly easily. She yelped as she was jerked partly upright, just to cry out painfully as she took loud cracking blow to the head and toppling to her side, saliva splashing from her mouth as her eyes forced shut, holding her head and kicking her feet with a pained whine. "Unggghhh stoooop," she groaned, desperate for an opening to spring some sneak attack or another.

The loud swatting sound was like music to Rita's ears. Finally, things were going according to plan! The dommie decided she would keep her paddle for later; until then, she'd have done plenty with Didi. With these thoughts in mind, Rita threw the red toy to the side; for the next step of her breaking session, her bare hands should be enough. Approaching the downed Didi by the side, Rita sent a shart and short kick at her midsection, trying to force her to flip her. Then, if that happened, Rita would mount her, with her smooth thighs touching the sides of Didi's body.

Didi panted and breathed heavily, hoping to regain her breath as Rita discarded the paddle but taking the kick with a shrill cry, falling over and straddled as expected. She whimpered a bit, but a defiant (and weak) frown on her face. "G-get OFF me," she defied, trying to push weakly up at her.

Looking down at Didi, Rita placed her hands on top of her opponent's generous chest. She pouted mockingly in response to Didi's weak resistance."Don't wanna." Then, smiling, she grabbed Didi's blouse and tried to tear it open, wanting to reach her bare breasts soon so she could start doing her handiwork.