Jessica Butterfly vs. Claire St. Clair

Jessica's face was almost as red as a stop sign after she got spanked by Claire. The crowd seemed to like it, judging from their perverted howls and digusting comments that she could hear, some saying do it again, and others being a bit more provacative. Some people just had no shame at all. Too bad for Jessica, despite her pushing back against Claire in an attempt to get free, she just couldn't make her budge. She had her trapped, acing the crowd that was enjoying her torment.

As she struggled, her dark haired opponent decided to spank her yet again, sending a stinging pain through her back side. Jessica's blushed deepened, if that was possible. She really hated to admit it to herself, but she felt herself getting a bit turned on by the spanking. She never considered herself a kinky person (even though she mud wrestled for a living...), but being stuck in this situation, she couldn't deny that it was a little exciting, if not completely embarrassing. "S-stop! Please..." she mewed, practically begging at this point to be let out of her humiliating torment. Her struggles were even starting to get half assed, though she didn't stop trying to squirm her way out.

Claire heard the calls from the audience for her to do something a little more…lewd to Jessica, but she did not want to embarrass the pink-haired girl like that. Spanking her was bad enough, the schoolgirl decided, and would keep going for several seconds, making the wrestlerâ€s butt nice and red.

When Jessica started whimpering, asking for mercy, Claire paused, putting her hand on Jessicaâ€s shoulder and turning her around to look her in the eye. “Iâ€ll stop,” the dark-haired girl said, “so long as you lie there and take this.” She would then try to throw Jessica to the mat, where she planned to smother her and even up the score of their battle.

Jessica felt tears stinging her eyes as she looked out at the crowd, who were obviously enjoying watching the small, pink haired girl get spanked like a disobedient child. It was the most humiliating thing she had ever been through, and just wished that it would end. Thankfully, it did eventually. When Claire grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, she didn't fight it. She just looked into Claire's eyes, thankful that it was over. She didn't even fight it when she was tossed like a bag of rocks right down to the mat.

Laying there on her side, one hand going to her reddened rear to sooth the stinging pain, Jessica tried her best to forget about the whole spanking thing. It sucked. She never expected something so simple to be so humiliating. "M-meanie..." she said softly, looking up at the dark haired girl as she hovered over her.

Jessica seemed to be conceding this round, and so Claire figured that she didnâ€t have to do anything else before going for the smother and the submission. Seeing the pain in the girlâ€s eyes, Claire couldnâ€t help but feel bad for inflicting it. This, she knew, was sort of silly—she was wrestling for a living, now, inflicting pain on other girls and collecting a paycheck for it. But she knew from personal experience how quickly the relationship between two girls in the ring could deteriorate, and she didnâ€t want it to happen again. She was hoping that her and Jessica could at least respect each other by the time they left the arena tonight.

“Sorry, Jess,” she said, when the pink-haired girl called her a meanie. “Itâ€s just business. Please donâ€t take it personally.” Having said that, she would turn herself around and attempt to sit down on Jessicaâ€s face, looking to even the score of the match at one round apiece.

Jessica was still majorly flustered after the spanking she had to endure. Even though she wanted to fight back, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. It was almost like she was paralized with humiliation, and she never wanted to go through that again. Still, when Claire said that it was just business, she had a good point. It WAS just business. If Jessica didn't do it to her, then Claire would do it to her. Just like kill or be killed. It was the name of the game, and she couldn't deny that.

That didn't change the fact that she was still flustered by the spanking, and when the dark haired girl came at her again to sit on her, she did little mre than try to crawl backwards away from her. The last thing Jessica wanted was to be smothered. But too bad for her, she just couldn't get away, and she ended up having Claire sitting right on her face.

"Mmmmmmph!" Jessica screamed, the sound muffled by Claire's rear, planted right over her face. She couldn't get a breath in, and the more screaming she did, the less she was able to take it.

This match had turned around pretty quickly for Claire, and, after a very rough start, she was once again feeling good about her chances. Having Jessica shove her half-naked butt in her face and smother her into near-unconsciousness had been humiliating, but now the shoe was on the other foot—or, as it were, the butt was on the other face.

Claire could feel Jessica screaming against her rear end, her hot breath breezing against her bottom. The schoolgirl would grind herself down harder onto Jessicaâ€s face, trying to deprive the wrestler girl of oxygen and force her to either pass out or tap out. “Just give up!” Claire insisted, looking for a quick submission in order to even the score and move on to the decisive third round of the match.

Jessica was beginning to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen. That, on top of the humiliation of being spanked like a misbehaving child in front of so many people. It was just too much. She couldn't take it anymore! She wanted to breath! Seeing no other option, Jessica tapped on Claire's thigh, giving the round to her. She felt disappointed in herself for letting herself lose the round so quickly, especially after proving that she could win, but she didn't really see any other option. Now it was tied up, and it was anyone's game.

Claire felt Jessicaâ€s struggles begin to slow down beneath her, and, when the pink-haired wrestler tapped her surrender on her thigh, Claire would quickly and mercifully raise up off of the other girlâ€s face, giving Jessica a chance to breathe once again. Claire stood up and turned around, looking down at her opponent. She felt good about winning that second round, but, after losing the first one, she would now need to try to keep the momentum going so that she could take the third round and the match as a whole.

The dark-haired girl would take a step or two back, giving Jessica some space. She would wait for the girl to catch her breath and get to her feet before starting the third round. Meanwhile, Claire would go over strategy in her head, trying to prepare herself for whatever Jessica might throw at her.

When Claire got off of her after she tapped, Jessica sucked in a greedy breath of air, rolling onto her side as well. She felt so humiliated, having to tap to something so shameful. Sure, she had done the same thing to her, but she didn't really think about how it would feel being the victim rather than the attacker. And it sucked. She never wanted to have to go through it again. Unfortunately, there was still one more round left in the match. And the only way to avoid being it that situation again was to beat Claire once and for all... if she could... could she?

After a moment of taking in some much needed breath, Jessica got to her hands and knees first, then slowly, she rose to her feet, facing her dark haired opponent. Two rounds down, next round determined the winner. She had to do it. She had to forget about what she just went through and just take her down. She did it once, she could do it again. Maybe. She hoped.

Through thinking, Jessica ran at Claire, not knowing if she saw it coming or not, and not really caring either. She just wanted to take quick advantage and take her right down to the mat.

Claire would wait patiently for Jessica to recover from her second-round humiliation and get back up to her feet. It gave the dark-haired schoolgirl some time to think—think about strategy. Think about winning. It was obvious going in that this was going to be a close match between two virtually equal girls, and whoever could outthink the other one in this last round was going to be the one who was still standing in the end.

She would watch closely as Jessica got to her feet, and, when the pink-haired girl rushed at her, Claire would try to turn this brash charge to her advantage. Planting her feet firmly on the mat, she would let Jessica ram into her and would attempt to wrap her arms around the girl, lifting her up into the air in a kawaii-sized bearhug.