The Disciplining of Ms. Welsh - Ms. Spencer and Natasha Vaughn's Private Session (for BlackAkuma)

[Nymph]

This was going to be an exciting and different day for Natasha. Since her debut at LAW the redhead was happy to say that her career was taking off in a very satisfactory way. Match booking were coming at her at a steady pace and the general reviews for those matches were pretty good, even those that Natasha wasn’t so happy with. Those good reviews and viewing numbers for her matches meant she was getting in the conversation when talking about new LAW talent, with her fan base growing in numbers, and all of that of course meant bonuses, perks and good prospects for future bookings. That day, however, she wasn’t following a LAW contract but some different summoning. Right after her last match, Nat had been contacted by one Muriel Spencer, a fellow wrestler working for LAW. Apparently the woman had noticed Nat’s rise and reading of her background in her bio Muriel Spencer wanted to get some special private match done with the redhead.

That night’s contract would be more of a roleplaying session than a proper wrestling show. It turned out that Muriel’s wrestling persona was one of Ms. Spencer and played to the serious teacher archetype. Apparently this was so because of the woman’s character and because she actually was a teacher for some time. Ms. Spencer had requested Natasha for a mockup match where the redhead played an unruly student, one that would constantly defy the teacher’s authority and would get disciplined because of that, with things getting steamy all along the way. It looked like this was one of Muriel’s most powerful fantasies, and Natasha was more than capable of selling it, and also eager to do so. After all, what was her previous career as a stripper but a constant show of indulging in people’s fantasies? This time there would be way more body to body contact, though.

Arriving at LAW facilities, Natasha slipped her keycard and asked the person at the reception desk which of the private rings was reserved by Muriel Spencer and the clerk pointed her in a direction. That building was full of not only gyms and training facilities but private rings like the one they were going to use, where wrestlers could go at each others in spars, matches or special events that also required some privacy like that one. After finding private ring no. 2, Nat used her keycard again and her access was granted.

The room wasn’t specially big but had everything they would need. The center stage was a ring that didn’t have anything to envy to the one at LAW Arena. A side room was used as lockers by the wrestlers to change themselves and even have a post-match shower. LAW didn’t spare any expenses when talking about facilites, it seemed. Accessing the side room, Natasha noticed the sports bag left there with a paper attached that read: “Ms. Vaughn”. Muriel was a true professional. “Oh wow.” Natasha couldn’t hide how impressed she was when she had a peek inside the bag and she immediately set to change herself. Soon enough she was rocking that sexy outfit consisting of a knotted shirt, plaid miniskirt and white boots. Whoever devised that sexy schoolgirl outfit needed some kudos. The twintails detail was absolutely extra and Nat loved it. After checking herself on the mirror for some instants, searching for the minimal imperfection in her looks, Nat decided to walk to the main room to see if Ms. Spencer had already arrived.

Natasha turns into Miss Welsh

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel was quite sure that this was going to be the silliest, most ridiculous thing she had ever been a part of, and she had a match where the loser was tickled with a stick that had a giant, pointing finger on it. Unlike that scenario, however, this was a quagmire of her own doing.

To put it simply, Muriel’s time in LAW had made it positively clear that she hadn't come back to wrestling because she missed the sport. Yes, she did enjoy wrestling, but it was a part of her life that she didn’t need. She could sustain herself as a teacher and a tutor. That was what she had gone to school for, what she had spent her life training for. Alternatively, she could’ve gotten a job a museum and spent her days well there. A noble pursuit.

No, what brought her to wrestling, and LAW specifically, was one thing - or, rather, a person. Candy Cane. Ms. Rebecca Welsh.

It was becoming all too clear that she had developed feelings for her former student, a longing that had, heretofore, gone unacknowledged. While she would love nothing more than to right that wrong, Ms. Welsh was, at best, a sporadic presence within the halls of LAW. Finding her was difficult. Spending meaningful time with her was impossible.

It was a conundrum, one she would happily be rid of. But, as Emily Dickinson once opined, ‘the heart wants what it wants’. Something had to be done, and Muriel believed she had found the magic bullet.

Natasha Vaughn. A newcomer to LAW, off to a promising start. She was lovely in her own right, a striking redhead with a wonderful body, but what had caught Muriel’s interest was her former professional as an erotic dancer. While her services were not listed as such, this brought certain implications. Chiefly, Muriel assumed she was no stranger to playing a role in serving her clients.

She reached out, an accord was made, an offer was struck, and now, here they were. Simple.

Muriel strode the halls, her high heels clicking and clacking with every step, until she reached the destined door. She took a moment to straighten her

, making sure that everything was in place, and then she stepped through the door.

A warm blast of air hit her all at once, feeling fresh against her skin. Right away, she centered on Natasha - a beautiful, vibrant young woman, who slipped into the outfit well. Muriel chewed on her lip before she even realized it, but managed to still her budding desires. There would be time for this later. For now, she had a role to slip into.

”Ms. Welsh.” She approached Natasha with a slow, authoritative stroll, keeping her head held high all the way. ”On time for once, I see. Should I be impressed or suspicious?”

[Nymph]

As Natasha came back to the main room the clickety-clack of some heels drew her attention towards the door. Just instants after that her partner for the day and the commissioner for that session. And wow, just wow. Natasha wasn’t too much into the teacher fantasy, but that woman would surely make her reconsider. Muriel Spencer was more than ten years older than Nat, but her natural beauty was one of a woman at her absolute prime. Her golden hair was tied into a bun and the look of her eyes on those glasses almost make Natasha’s heart miss a beat. She wore a white ruffled shirt which was unbuttoned, but she covered her cleavage with an ascot. A reddish short skirt split around her stockings-clad thighs spurring Natasha’s imagination, and she wore wrestling boots adorned as high heels that got to her knees. There was no way around it, Muriel Spencer was a sight to behold, a true Aphrodite of the ring.

For just an instant Muriel stood at the door, and for a brief moment she chewed on her lip at the sight of Natasha, who noticed the detail. “Well, she likes it.”, she thought to herself. After this fleeting instant Ms. Spencer walked inside the room and addressed Nat as Ms. Welsh. This was part of the fantasy: Natasha was supposed to be someone else. She didn’t really know if this was a real person or not, but the redhead was completely fine with it. She liked that aspect of her previous job, embodying someone’s fantasy and being someone else for an instant. She was very used to it too After all, Natasha was just a stage persona for the woman lying beneath.

Back to the scene, Ms. Spencer started walking in a way that exuded her coolness and authority. Nat liked how they were in character from the get-go so she started mimicking Ms. Spencer, making a slow walk towards her in a way that showed her confidence and defiance with a defiant pout on her face. When the teacher made a strict but still mocking remark at Ms. Welsh’s usual lack of punctuality, Nat scoffed and dramatically shrugged. “I couldn’t wait anymore to kick your butt, Teach.”, she said while crossing her arms over her chest and throwing her a cocky smirk and waiting to see how the teacher would react to this.

[BlackAkuma]

For a moment, Muriel was worried that this might all fall apart from the first moment. This was largely about establishing a mood, after all, and the question was whether or not Ms. Vaughn would buy into it. She wasn’t sure what to expect, frankly.

Thankfully, the redhead seemed willing to play along, for the moment. As she approached the woman, she put on a brattish air, slipping into Ms. Welsh’s persona well. Cocky, arrogant, headstrong, rude. She liked the tinge of Canadian that her former student had, of course, but she was close enough in most other respects, including her body. So far, so good.

”Full of bravado. As usual.” Muriel kept her gaze implacable, steely, and gave Ms. Vaughn an up-down, taking particular note of the swell of her chest. Though she stayed in character for the most part, she couldn't resist the occasional slip in her mask.

”Into the ring. Let’s not waste time with your instruction.” Muriel slid in herself a moment later and began to pace about the perimeter of the squared circles, rolling her shoulders as she walked to knock out some of the kinks.

[Nymph]

Having a decent amount of experience as a dancer and stripper, Natasha knew well how establishing a mood was important in these kind of scenarios. This time there was something new and different for her though: usually when giving a private show it is the dancer the one in complete control and with that control cane responsibility over the mood. The client got a passive approach to it and it was the performer the one that had to take care of driving that show home. This time Natasha wasn’t standing in front of a lecherous client but a fellow performer, and a luscious looking one at that, so the redhead could just let Ms. Spencer take the lead at certain times and they could work together to make the most out of this.

“Humph! Whatever…”, said Natasha in a defiant tone while sliding between the top and middle ropes, of course in a way that would make an amazing view of her body since that pleated miniskirt could only hide so much. Then she crossed her arms while looking at the teacher, waiting to see how this detention would unfold. “Now what?”

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel had worried, initially, that Ms. Vaughn might take some small offense to being asked to play the role of a different woman, but if she did have any such qualms, she was professional enough not to show them. She carried herself well, slipping into the role fully as she strode through the ropes, and it was a welcome sight - the redhead was fetching, indeed.

Muriel strove to focus as she slipped through the ropes.With arms crossed and disrespectful air, she was clearly looking for some lead, here. Waiting on Muriel to provide it.

She would do so, with aplomb.

Muriel came rushing forward, ducked low, and swung around behind Ms. Vaughn’s back. Her arms came up under her shoulders, her hands met behind her neck, and she locked them as she attempted to put the younger woman into a full nelson hold, looking to take control of things from the outset.

”Now this.”

[Nymph]

Natasha had been waiting for some kind of lead in this session, hence her somewhat passive approach at least for starters. After all it had been Muriel the one commissioning that little roleplay and it should be her the one setting the boundaries and the mood intended. The fiery haired had some guidelines but concerning the rest she had to go with her instincts, but so far things looked right. Muriel was clearly into it and also slipping into her Disciplinarian role, and her first move as that would be to quickly slip behind Nat, who let a gasp of surprise at her quickness.

And thus in a pretty unexpected way Natasha was locked in a Full Nelson that sent some pressure to her neck. She let out a dramatic grunt to show the defiance this Ms. Welsh should present, then started thinking what to do in her defense. It wasn’t about what she as a wrestler would fo but what this character she was playing would. She took a decision and started pushing with her legs, aiming to start moving backwards forcefully dragging her rival to lightly crash against the corner if she was successful.

[BlackAkuma]

The wrestler in Muriel was still alive and well, and she was quite interested to see what Natasha would do in this situation. She wasn’t too familiar with this woman’s style of wrestling, but she could tell that she was fairly new to the sport, still finding her way. Which meant that she was a far cry from what Ms. Welsh, skill-wise.

It was an unavoidable hurdle to her fantasy, but one she would learn to deal with. As she kept the full nelson on, she planted her feet, expecting the woman to try something dramatic, her instincts warning her - but nothing came.

Nothing serious, anyway. She did try to push back, but the effort wasn’t much, only enough to push Muriel lightly against the nearest corner. Not much, but she could work with it.

”Trying to get away, are we?” She brought her arms out of the full nelson and let her hands slide over Natasha’s chest, caressing her as she kept the two of them pressed against each other. It was a soft, almost loving caress, as her hot breath poured over the woman’s shoulders.