Who is due a spanking? Jeanne (D) vs Tess

[Herotica]

Type: standard match + extra
Rules: All standard match rules apply. The match is over once an opponent has been spanked, followed by pinfall, tap-out, verbal submission.

Tess was slightly nervous, the match while not technically erotic was a little more teasing than she had expected. She was used to get some extra bookings using her looks, but she liked to show off her wrestling, not her body, and she was wary that LAW management had other ideas, she was hoping accepting this match wouldn't send them the wrong impression, she was still a young lioness, and her goal was to earn a place through skill on the main roster.

Entering the ring she gave out her usual strong, happy energy, working the crowd with her charismatic approach. As she entered the ring she noticed the change in decor, the ring was decorated like an old office, and the corners has a range of whips and paddles. It seemed management where really pushing the naughty angle, she smirked, her opponent was also new, and she doubted she would be making things all to lustful.

Deciding as she was first, to take advantage of the setup, placing herself in the office chair and putting her feet up on the desk, she waved to the announcer and spoke up.

"Send her in"

She said with a sly grin, and watched for her opponent's entrance as her own music faded out

Casual Look

[Hagen-Autem]

The music entrance for Tess’s opponent began just as she settled comfortably into that folding chair, crossing her legs atop the desk. So Jeanne Phoenix’s entrance was even more captivating, Thus it was almost as if Tess’d called out to the lioness.

The raven-haired lady made her way through the entrance as though it were a catwalk, accompanied by a member of the staff who offered her his arm.

The man simply couldn’t bring himself to refuse such a small favour, for Jeanne was a very kind wrestler, and her eyes were truly, truly captivating. Once she finally emerged from the darkness of the entrance, her elegant black leotard with silver pleats and high-heeled boots came into full view. And, standing at the centre of the entrance stage, Miss Phoenix knew exactly how to thank the pleasant gentleman who had accompanied her.

She leaned towards him, sliding her hand up his neck until she reached his chin, gently cradling it between her fingertips. That alone was enough to leave the assistant completely flustered.

“Thank you.”

Jeanne's pose

And with that, she dismissed him. That was all she needed to establish her character. She continued down the entrance ramp alone, whilst the assistant could only nod in a daze, watching her go with the same bewildered expression worn by several spectators.

Jeanne Phoenix. Her name appeared in silver lettering across the screens and monitors. She stepped into the whimsical ringside, specially modified to blend a vintage office with a LAW wrestling ring. With regal strides, she climbed the ringsteps and sauntered walk over the apron and stopped at its centre.

Turning her back to the ring, she wrapped her arms around the top rope and thrust out her chest, sucking in her already flat stomach as she lifted her prominent bust into an elegant entrance pose. She even let her head fall back against the rope.

Shouts, cheers and whistles rang out as eyes wandered down her figure. Jeanne then launched with a backflip that carried her over the ropes and land on your feet inside the ring. Her hair flew forwards like a curtain, veiling her face before sweeping back over her shoulders, bringing her extravagant entrance to a close. Her hair flew forwards like a curtain, veiling her face before sweeping back over her shoulders, bringing her extravagant entrance to a close.

She then turned to wink at Tess and blow her a playful kiss. It all seemed friendly enough, though some might have thought she was mocking Tess’s entrance. That wouldn’t have been unusual, after all. Jeanne was always misunderstood, simply because she was almost too good-natured to belong to a faction as chaotic and full of vipers as Gart’s Pub.

Spoiler

[Herotica]

Tess watched her opponent's entrance, and was quickly forced to control herself, fighting to keep her mouth closed. The woman was mesmerizing, her elegance and poise, Tess was quickly becoming infatuated.

I have to hurt this elegant woman? She thought to herself, the thought seemed immoral somehow. She tried to slow her breathing as the woman approached the ring, the last she wanted to do was appear flustered. Again she caught herself eyeing the woman's slender, feminine body.. on the plus side fighting her would mean body contact with that splendid creature, she quickly brought her eyes back to look the woman in the eyes, just as she finished her flip and blew Tess a kiss. Tess expected she had involuntary blushed. Trying to regain her composure, and a sense of equality with the elegant nymph, Tess coughed for attention, before speaking.

"A lovely entrance, I do hope you also fight with such poise, of so this should be a beautiful match. Welcome to this ring they've constructed for us, let us show these voyeurs a match of true elegance!"

Tess said as she stood and walked over the desk to meet Jeanne in the center of the ring.

[Hagen-Autem]

The tall Brit couldn’t help but smile radiantly, as this was a very good way to start a match like this—with her opponent’s approval. Then, with Tess looking a little flushed as she made her way to the centre of the ring, Phoenix gently pushed herself away from the corner and advanced towards the centre too, swaying with a style far too alluring to look away from below the waist.

She swayed just like a femme fatale, which was already a bad omen for any opponent. And although she seemed to be walking slowly, those firm steps were actually quick.

Despite setting off later, she reached the centre of the ring at the same time as Tess, and saw some members of the staff moving the desk from the blonde’s corner out of the ring, but leaving the chair. Jeanne already knew why they were leaving that piece of furniture there. So, after a cute blink, she turned her gaze back to Tess.

Her green eyes were bright, and she had to look down over her shoulder, as she was taller than the blonde. Tess’s nose could practically rest against her neck or bust. How cute.

DING DING DING

“A match of true elegance, isn’t it?” she repeated flirtatiously, almost as a joke. “So, we’re ready, aren’t we?”

With that said, the Black Swan glided into Tess’s space, reaching for her hands to lift them up. If the blonde allowed it, Jeanne would take the initiative in every sense, for a completely feigned Test of Strength.

“Now, just play along,” she said succinctly.

Immediately afterwards, Jeanne turned and sent her opponent toward the ropes, expecting her to come back at full speed. Phoenix opened her arms as if to catch her with a clothesline, but instead she caught Tess’s face with her bust! Burying her nose in that open cleavage before wrapping her arms around her and pressing her face between her breasts.

“Behave yourself and this could last a little longer, alright, sweetie?” she murmured, her voice dripping with that subtle yet incredibly seductive tone of hers.

[Herotica]

Jeanne seemed to almost float into the ring, the tall woman meeting her in the center just as the bell rang.

The woman spoke in kind words and her wondrous, soft, and womanly smell successfully coaxed Tess into letting her take the lead to initiate the match.

"Fine, but you'll owe me"

Tess whispered in agreement, bewitched by her soft hands running along her arms, thrown at the ropes, Tess bounded forward and was shot back.

She briefly winced sensing a painful clothesline, instead she found herself buried in the woman's ample busom. Her soft eyes looked up, the spot was comfortable, temptingly so, but she didn't want to appear submissive, she was a fighter after all. Despite the tender offer, Tess quickly began trying to pull herself free, though with a fair bit less effort than she might usually do.

"I'm not throwing this match, it's still a fight woman!"

She mumbles through the tender, pillowy skin enveloping her face, her reddening face belying her growing pleasure.