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

[Nymph]

That session’s nature was split in two. One half was more akin to what Natasha did at LAW and had to do with proper wrestling. Then the second one had more to do with her previous career as a stripper and was about selling and letting people indulge in their fantasies. For that to work both participants had to find a common mental place from where they could share their directions for the day, and it looked like Nat’s experience was helping her finding that wavelength so she could work with Muriel Spencer. The stomp against the teacher’s foot was mostly exaggerated but Ms. Spencer went along with it and released Nat.

Just after resetting Ms. Spencer started circling around Natasha, pressuring on while making some remarks on how she couldn’t escape long. “Who said anything about eluding, Teach?”, responded the fiery-maned in a bratty tone before lurching forwards, her intent to grab a hold of Ms. Spencer’s scalp to control her so she could lock a side headlock, giving the blonde teacher a comfy sideboob to rest her head against while Nat thought on what to do next.

[BlackAkuma]

While Muriel had discovered her dominant streak over the years, she would be lying if she said her kinks were as simple as that. She wasn’t a total submissive, but she liked a little…struggle. Some fight. It made the overall domination more satisfying than it would otherwise be.

Ms. Vaughn seemed to understand that, as she struck back and managed to catch Muriel off guard. While she knew the woman was relatively new to the ring, she clearly had some skills to work with, as she managed to secure a decent headlock in short order.

There were probably a hundred ways Muriel could’ve escaped this, but she opted for none of them at the moment. Instead, she enjoyed the sensation of the woman’s breasts against her face and put up a token resistance, barely pushing against her, curious to see how Ms. Vaughn would respond.

[Nymph]

It looked like Muriel wanted to do a double dare at that moment in their session. The first one was to dawdle in her current submissive position. Natasha knew well that that day’s job would imply being dominated mostly but it looked like Ms. Spencer also wanted to indulge into her own submission for some time. The second dare was a direct consequence of the first one and implied that Muriel was trusting Nat to follow-up with something that was interesting from a wrestling’s perspective.

For the moment, Natasha was content with tightening the side headlock a little more, giving Ms. Spencer something to think about when her cheek would rub against Nat’s sideboob. The blonde teacher had fondled them before so surely this was to her pleasure. Ms. Spencer weakly fought back, putting up token resistance in the form of some pushing that wouldn’t force a break. When Nat judged it a good time for the next move she would spring into action. “Let’s take a little stroll, Teach!”, she mockingly teased while making a small run while having Ms. Teacher in the Side Headlock to suddenly take flight and faceplant her with a Running Bulldog!

[BlackAkuma]

Ms. Vaughn smelled nice.

Muriel had always been more sensitive to a woman's scent than anything else, finding it an underrated way to gauge attractiveness. There was something about the scent of sweat and skin that triggered her, as far back as she could recall, drove her wild, and such was the case, here. As stood, nestled against Ms. Vaughn’s ripe breast, she breathed in deep and committed th woman’s honeyed smell to memory, as her tongue slipped out and slid along the side.

Sad to say, it was a brief interaction. Muriel had only enjoyed it for a few, fleeting moments before her foe acted, moving forward with a surprising burst of speed. It took her so off guard that even she, with her experience, was taken aback, and by then it was too late.

The bulldog brought her skull crashing onto the mat, landing with a solid thump. It wasn’t as painfully delivered as it could’ve been, she supposed, but it was still a decent strike, one that left her stunned for the moment.

[Nymph]

Natasha had weaved her web of allurement pretty nicely. It may be true that this wasn’t a proper match and that Ms. Spencer was deliberately choosing to play along to the redhead’s tune instead of trying to resist it, but even with that Nat could notice how the blonde teacher was enjoying the feeling of her face against her bust. This came to a sudden halt when Nat’s Running Bulldog worked wonders. She had been training lately and it showed in how she was now capable of executing those kind of hits.

Ms. Spencer went face first to the mat and then rested there on her stomach, a little dazed by the surprise and the impact. Nat saw this as another chance for Ms. Welsh to show her mettle. She sat on the teacher’s lower back and threw other of her mocking remarks. “Where’s all that discipline talk from before, Teach?”, she asked while securing Ms. Spencer’s arms over her legs and then grabbing the blonde’s chin to lock a Camel Clutch to show that teacher who owned that ring!

[BlackAkuma]

Much to Muriel’s dismay - and excitement, truly - her foe would not leave her laying on the floor unmolested for too long. Only a few moments had passed before the redhead was on her again, this taking time taking up roost on the small of her back, dropping on it with those soft, supple buttocks of hers. That position would’ve been degrading enough, but the Ms. Vaughn had to go and up the ante.

A Camel Clutch. Basic, yes, but effective. Muriel gritted her teeth as she was hauled back and bent, straining against the hold, fighting as her spine was wrenched further and further back. Without a referee, there was nowhere to escape to, no ropes to grab…

But that did not mean she was out of options.

From this angle, she had access to interesting things, like, say, Ms. Vaughn’s legs. She fully took advantage of that now, too, as she reached around and ran her fingers over the woman’s thighs, exploring and rubbing and savoring the sensation of them against her palm. A light massage, trying to give the woman pleasure while she dealt out pain.

[Nymph]

Nat grinned to herself when the Camel Clutch was locked. She had been practicing lately and the fluidity with which she locked the hold was proof of that. Surely there was room for improvement, but as far as things went she was satisfied and it looked like Ms. Spencer was too. Natasha took some seconds to test the limits of the hold, keeping in mind that this was still a staged session and that the objective wasn’t to make Ms. Spencer submit but to dwell in a fantasy of hers.

Just as Nat thought she had found the perfect pressure point, Ms. Spencer started reaching back with both hands, making them trail around the redhead’s thighs and giving them a firm massage. Being strained in a hold, Natasha could even get used to that. Muriel’s touch was firm but had gentleness to it and the blonde was surely enjoying that touch. Happy with the development of things, Nat decided to up the ante a little.

“Getting handsy, huh Teach? Let’s get handsy then!” As she said this, Natasha reached below Ms. Spencer’s ascot which modestly covered her unbuttoned white shirt, her hands resting on top of her breasts, feeling the veteran woman’s mounds through the shirt in a mirror of what had happened just seconds before. The only downside to this was that relinquishing the chin hold of the Camel Clutch made the hold way more unsteady for Nat, her main leverage lost so now escaping would be easier.

[BlackAkuma]

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

Muriel let her hands slip down Ms. Vaughn’s thighs, trailing along the contours of her muscles, pressing against the soft skin. The redhead’s skin wasn’t as soft and creamy as she recalled Ms. Welsh’s being, and she was slightly the lesser in muscle tone - at least, as Muriel remembered her. But that wasn’t to take anything away from the woman currently on top of her, of course.

No, Ms. Vaughn had her charms, too, and as Muriel’s hand found the curve of her luscious backside, she found herself enjoying them.

Ms. Vaughn switched her tactics up a moment later, however, as she brought her hands down and found the swell of her chest, unbuttoning her top and exposing her breasts to the fresh air. She gasped - louder than need be, for effect - and writhed in the hold, as the woman’s sinuous, sensual fingers went to work. She could’ve enjoyed attention like this for a good long while, but she was keenly aware of the opportunities being provided.

As much as it pained her, she had to escape. Muriel gritted her teeth, surged forward, and attempted to hurl Ms. Vaughn off her back and send her reeling forward, bucking the young woman like she was an unruly stallion.

[Nymph]

Ms. Spencer’s enjoyment of Natasha’s thighs was interrupted when the redhead started fondling the teacher’s breasts. The blonde had a generous bust and Natasha could only surrender to the absolute beauty of the veteran woman. Reaching below her ascot, Nat found in Muriel’s cleavage a bounty that was beyond any expectation. Hearing Ms. Spencer gasp almost sent a chill through Nat’s spine, noticing how despite her more dominant approach the teacher still enjoyed the feeling of helplessness. She took mental notes of that.

However, Natasha’s exploration of Ms. Spencer’s body weakened her hold on the teacher and this coincided with her intent of breaking free. Bucking like a wild horse, Ms. Spencer suddenly jerked her body, which caught Natasha a little by surprise, then she decided to play along. Letting out a surprised gasp, Natasha stumbled forwards, losing control over Ms. Spencer and being forced to stop fondling those wonderful breasts as she was forced to support herself on her knees and hands while she stood on all fours.

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel swore, she could feel Ms. Vaughn’s fingers on her breasts long after the woman had parted from her, lingering on her flesh like phantom pains. The woman truly had a gifted touch - almost too good, since, Ms. Welsh had never had such subtlety about. While that young woman would make crass jokes all day long, her inexperience showed when the rubber met the road.

Ms. Vaugh was quite the opposite - skilled, seductive, sensual. Muriel liked the first take she had gotten, and she was eager for seconds.

As Ms. Vaughn rose, Muriel came in behind her, brought her arm arond the woman’s neck from the front, and yanked her back into a inverted facelock, making her stare at the sky while she forced the woman’s body to bridge.

More importantly, however, the move left Ms. Vaughn’s chest exposed, and with her spare hand, Muriel had easy access. She reached out and ran her palm against the woman’s heated flesh, savoring the sensation, before she began to undo the redhead’s buttons - what few there were left to undo, of course.”[/color]