Creampuff vs. Cinnamon Roll! Barbara vs. Miss Fallacy

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Barbara gazed down at Miss Fallacy, her smile widening as she watched her face go from pink to bright red. "Looks like you're a little embarrassed!" Barbara chirped as she threw down another spank, "What's the matter? Naughty girl doesn't like being spanked?" The idol stuck out her tongue at Miss Fallacy as she rained down further slaps against the girl's butt. Each hit made her butt jiggle wildly, the impact deforming Miss Fallacy's perfect butt cheeks before they sprang back into their original positions, with only an increasingly red handprint to show the damage Barbara dealt. The blonde idol alternated sides, spanking Miss Fallacy on her perfect apple bottom left and right, not stopping until either Miss Fallacy gave up or broke free.

The pink-haired hottie would eventually make her way out though, as Barbara couldn't hold her too tightly with just one hand. Still, for the moment she was still in Barbara's grasp, her arm twisted behind her back and her ass getting brutally tanned. The idol was going to enjoy this for as long as it lasted.

"What's the matter Miss Fallacy? Can't take a few hits to your bum?" Barbara taunted as she watched both sets of her opponent's cheeks turn redder and redder, "Or maybe you like this kind of humiliation! Yes, that's it isn't it? You like being exposed and spanked in front of everyone watching!" Barbara cackled as she swung down an extra hard hit, the loud spank reverberating through the arena like a cracking whip.

[Monsy]

So many prying eyes. It’s like being in a fishtank, surrounded and defiled by stares. Somewhere between an alcohol and a poison, retched alone, destructive but how it made her feel was something for debate. For what met the eyes was a reddening pallid cheek, dotted by jerks and shivers as continued spanks branded her bottom. Each passing strike hurt a little less. Felt a little better. Was it arousal or simply going numb? Certainly was distracting. The things she wanted to pipe back were often replaced by whines of petty protest.

There goes sitting.

“That is just silly! If I did, I’d-OW!” Evelyn broke into a squeal. The subsequent frustration of being continuously taunted was feeding her arms. She pushed her free hand down and tried to mount her hand and knees, then quickly shot a knee forward and up, planting a boot hopefully before they’d have time to shove her back down. “You know! I bet it’s you who enjoys it! A-And… I’ll prove it!” With her elbow, she shot it back into Barbara’s side, then brought her hips to the side, and tried to tuck herself underneath Barbara’s arm, coming around the other side to reverse the arm-wringer on the sparkling idol!

Evelyn took their backside, switching this into a hammerlock, the same hold Barbara used before shoving her down. It was therapeutic. Fallacy’s free arm threw itself around her opponent’s neck, but offered no pressure, all to press them together, flush, then shove them forward. She wanted to take them to the ropes, pin their front against then lay against them, moulding into their body like she was possibly, just maybe, made to do this.

“How would you like me to start my revenge? A wedgie back?... It would be fair. With how high-cut this is, I’m scared it’ll reveal too much. What do you think?”

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Barbara was just having way too much fun spanking Miss Fallacy's round bottom. Though her opponent was a bit annoying, Barbara couldn't deny that she had an incredible body. Miss Fallacy was all tight curves, not an ounce of extra fat on her body anywhere. She almost made Barbara a bit jealous! And the way her butt jiggled with each spank, it looked and felt so delicious! The idol just could not stop spanking her!

But then Miss Fallacy began fighting back, forcing Barbara to stop. "Hey! Stay down!" Barbara demanded, but of course Miss Fallacy wasn't going to listen. She began to muscle her way upwards, resisting all of Barbara's attempts to keep her pinned down. A sharp elbow struck Barbara's ribs, making her gasp out in pain. She lost focus for a moment, her grip slipping, allowing Miss Fallacy to slip out from underneath her and reverse the armbar, twisting her arm behind her back and putting her into a submission hold!

"Ah!" Barbara gasped as Miss Fallacy twisted her arm into a hammerlock. Her opponent took full control, wrapping an arm around her neck and pushing her towards the ropes. Barbara couldn't resist Miss Fallacy's will, getting pushed all the way to the ropes and pinned in place

Grabbing onto the top ropes with her free hand, Barbara groaned and tried to push back. "H-hey! I'm at the ropes, rope break!" Barbara called out. The referee made no move though, obviously letting Miss Fallacy do her thing. Perhaps Barbara's own cheating ways left a bad taste amongst the LAW staff.

Seeing the referee do nothing, Barbara knew she had to break out on her own. Miss Fallacy was about to humiliate her, Barbara wasn't going to let that happen if she could help it! "Don't you dare wedgie me!" Barbara shrieked. She stomped down with one leg, trying to crush Miss Fallacy's toes under her heel. She would also throw an elbow back, attempting to catch Miss Fallacy in the ribs to force her to release her arm and break free!

[Monsy]

Humiliation was a bruise. Stung when pressed, pumping to remind you it was there. But over time, it faded. This match was testing it. What she would and wouldn’t do. It was its own bruise, one forming underneath Barbara’s whims. And suppose it was time for Fallacy to bite back, with her escape coming swift and an ounce of malice placed into that hammerlock. If she was committing to this match’s elements, then she’d do it right. Or at least until the confidence ran dry.
Her body pressed flush into them, accommodating their curves. Those free fingers wagged, unsheathed and ready to slap what would’ve been Barbara’s bottom, but as an elbow stabbed her ribs, she found that hand nursing. She lurched to one side. The pain was hot and rampant. Her face tightened up and loose lips whimpered, stumbling back on wobbly legs, the gripes turned free “Gh.”

That was too cocky.
It became clear once the frustration simmered. She studied them, hopefully from a safe distance. An arm folded beneath her armpit, pinned by the other arm that slacked down. Her stance was bladed, left foot forward - where she hopped between them. It helped to get her mind off things. The rhythm and bounce, timing her breaths through her nostrils. She started to smile again, lowering that nursing hand, lifting them both up, open-palmed and ready to grapple again.

“Now I just have to, sorry! I have to get you back for those butt-slaps. For now, why don’t you come at me, Sparkling Idol Barbara?” Her brows wriggled.

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The elbow seemed to do the trick, as Barbara felt Miss Fallacy giving up her hold and retreating after getting struck in the ribs. The idol let out a small sigh of relief. She did not want to get wedgied and spanked this match, the embarrassment would just be too much! Spinning around to face her opponent, Barbara still wore a pink blush on her face, her teeth grit and gaze furious at her opponent for even trying to do such a thing.

"Oh you want me to come at you?" Barbara said, straightening up as she got into her fighting stance, "Don't mind if I do!"

The idol charged forward, closing the distance between her and Miss Fallacy in an instant. Her hand shot out to grab her opponent in a tight grapple, hoping that her aggression would catch Miss Fallacy off guard and allow her an advantage. The idol would attempt to use her strength to drive Miss Fallacy backwards towards the ropes, hoping to pin her against them and force her arms over the top ropes to leave her body exposed. She would then throw a powerful knee right up into Miss Fallacy's tight belly, punishing her sexy body!

[Monsy]

There was a budding plan. She just needed the time to execute.
Her body was loose, shoulders bounced, her feet flew. Her smile was candid and those cheeks; bubble-gum. “Uh-huh, lets go!” Evelyn chimed back and was half-ready to that charge. It caught her mid-bounce, having almost no time to ready her narrow legs that slipped onto their heels. “Crap-” Evelyn flexed her arms into the grapple, but she was already arching back before they hit the ropes. Her shoulders rolled over the top. An eye shut, and she used the ropes as some sort of leverage to start pushing back.

“PUGH!” That knee was an unknown factor that bit all too late. It drove and sent her stomach rippling. Her insides felt like they bounced around, her lungs were popped into dried grapes as she huffed, with spittle shooting out shamelessly. Both eyes shot wide and she was lurching over, the fight to resist all but stunned. She was open for just about anything! Locked inside her own pain-daze and unable to recoup her wind!

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Driving into Miss With all her strength, Barbara was able to overwhelm her opponent and force her back into the ropes. The idol's surprising strength was on full display as she made the slightly taller Miss Fallacy give ground. Once she felt her opponent hit the ropes, it was time to begin the real punishment Barbara had planned.

"How do you like that?" Barbara taunted Miss Fallacy as she buried her knee deep into that tight tummy, "Looks like it took your breath away!" With a cheeky grin on her face, the idol forced her winded opponent to straighten back up, hooking her arms over the top ropes to leave her entire body exposed and open for further punishment.

"Let's see how you like this!" Barbara said, raising her arm and swinging in for a vicious chop right across Miss Fallacy's chest! The first two blows were aimed at her upper chest, leaving a red X shape above Miss Fallacy's breasts. The next two went lower, as Barbara swung a knofe-edge blow right into Miss Fallacy's boobs, bisecting each one cleanly down the middie with each hit! Barbara cackled as she swung her arms and chopped at Miss Fallacy's chest, eager to see her opponent's pain and humiliation as the blows made her big boobs jiggle, threatening to make them pop out of that small string bikini top!

[Monsy]

In Fallacy’s humble opinion, it sucked being the one to challenge then losing. She invited them into her playground and still found herself on the backfoot. Oh well, the moment didn’t let her dwell. Especially with her shoulder blades curling over the top rope. It would just need to be a tough lesson. One on a pile of many. Then came another. A sharp arm-blade struck her over the chest, chained into a combo. Her knees slapped together like two colliding hockey pucks. She slouched and was moved by each; stinging and making her yelp and shiver. “GAH! AGH! N-Not at all!”

It continued. No end in sight as Evelyn’s lithe frame was twitching and she continued to whimper and yelp, biting her teeth. Red marks were forming in some bruises, the budding of bruises. And she all but closed her eyes, holding her fists as some bastion of defiance. This wasn’t the end. But, it certainly was the start of something. A draft was first to chill her spine. Her eyes opened and she looked down as something felt airy. A breast had escaped her bikini and was struck clean again, forcing a cry. They continued to bounce, her other barely managing to stay inside the cloth as her attire was bunching up. “Hey!”

Heat splashed her cheeks. A warm velvet over the cheekbones that ignited even her ears. She felt sweaty all of a sudden, her mouth ran dry and she didn’t have words to describe. Any word was just about lost. So she reacted, using her arm’s hook against the top rope, she bounced up, threw her weight on the ropes and threw up her knees. In kangaroo-like fashion, both feet formed a spear and thrust to stomp right into Barbara’s chest, hoping to send her away and end this wicked girl’s choppy torture!

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Barbara cackled as each of her chops made Miss Fallacy's boobs jiggle. Then, after a well-placed strike, those big breasts finally bounced free from the confines of her bikini top! "Oooooh there we go!" Barbara said, "Finally some fanservice!" She paused for a moment, turning to showboat to the crowd. "Get a good look everyone!" she called out, pointing at Miss Fallacy's exposed boobs, "You don't get to see boobs this nice bouncing free every day!"

But perhaps she shouldn't have celebrated so soon, as when she turned back around, she saw both of Miss Fallacy's boots coming straight at her chest! "OOF!" Barbara gasped, not able to put up any defense as Miss Fallacy's well-placed.kock smashed right into her boobs in retaliation! Pain flooded the idol's chest as her perky breasts got crushed underneath her opponent's heels, the force of the kick taking Barbara clean off her feet, sending her crashing into the center of the ring with a tremendous thud!

"Gah!" Barbara grunted as she landed. She let out a low groan, eyes screwed shut in pain, one arm crossed over her chest cradling her aching breasts. She was left wide open, in too much pain to defend herself, stunned after her opponent's surprising counterattack!

[Monsy]

It seemed there was more downhill to spiral down. There weren't options beyond just bearing it. Strikes across her chest, blunt with the garnish of sting, tossing her around, glistening her eyes and turning her chest into a red field that spilled from its confines. How the crowd roared. Her finger fidgeted. Evelyn’s teeth welded, chattered, then opened and mused a whimper. Scarlet took over. Recollection of her debut started flaring up. But she learned a trick or two since, and buried lesson one and two into Barbara’s chest!

“T-This so vulgar!” Evelyn’s brows furrowed as she stepped off the ropes, hurriedly adjusting her bikini to try and conceal them as best she can. This was only the second time this had happened. It felt different. She growled, glowered and started descending into darker shades of red across her face. If not from the showboating, then by another thing. “F-Fine!” Evelyn stomped her boot, then lunged, trying to launch herself at Barbara and straddle her stomach, “I’ll just have to pay you back! Thoroughly!”

Both hands whipped for Barbara’s chest, curling her fingers into claws that tried digging underneath Barbara’s attire. Then she yanked it down, trying to expose their chest in pure, un-fallacy-like revenge!