Counting Sheep

“DING, DING”

The sound of the bell snapped you out of your blushing daze. Quickly brushing aside her hand, you jump back in attempt build some distance between you and your buxom opponent. You take a defensive stance expecting some kind of attack, but Sharren simply raises her hands above her head in a lazy stretch that emphasized her large chest, making it quite clear she wasn’t in any hurry to chase after you. You decide that if she wasn’t going to go on the offensive, you would. You made a mad rush towards her, going low to hook your arms behind her thighs, hoping to yank her feet right out from under her for an easy take down. Well, you might as well have been trying to yank steel beams out of concrete, for her legs didn’t so much as even budge an inch at your **** and all you ended up accomplishing was grouping those soft yet surprisingly toned thighs.

Sharren gave a giggle at you adorable attempt at a takedown, before simply lean downed and giving herself a little bump forward, causing her soft chest to smack into you. The blow had a surprising amount of **** in it and it caused you to go stumble back a good few steps. When you finally found your footing again, you focused your gaze back on to your opponent, only for your eyes to widen in surprise when you saw her rushing right at you at full speed. With what little time you had to react you braced yourself for impact only to be taken off guard again when Sharren, instead of charging into you like expected, instead jumped high into air and landed sitting on your shoulders, her creamy thick thighs wrapping around your head nearly engulfing it, her skirt flipping up over your head and shoving her pantie-clad crotch right up against your nose. You somehow manage to stay standing despite the sudden weight, your hand flying straight to her plush rear in vain attempt to help gain some balance, your fingers sinking into the smooth expansive flesh. Sharren herself seemed to be enjoying her improvised ride on top you giving a cute “Weeeee” as she leaned to and fro causing you to stumble comically around the ring on your own trembling legs. Eventually you knees gave out from under you and you fell flat on to your back with Sharren’s large rear plopping on top of your chest immediately afterwards, effectively knocking all the air from your body leaving you gasping helplessly beneath her.

“Heehee that was fun Tommy. Aww but it looks ‘yawn’… looks like… you’re a bit tir-tired. ‘Yawn’” all of a sudden the sheep themed wrester fell over backwards midway through her words, leaving you more than a little confused. With good bit of effort you finally managed to wiggle your way out from underneath her suddenly limp body allowing you to get a better look at her. To your shock, Sharren was laying on her back, her eyes closed, snoring cutely and looking for all the world completely at peace. You blinked your eyes dumbly before turning towards the referee in an attempt to gain some kind of explanation, she only shrugged her shoulders in confusion leaving you to look back towards the sleeping beauty. You tentatively tapped your foot against her smooth stomach getting no response, you then went a bit further and kneeled down to shake her shoulders, again getting no response from the woman. Figuring that this wasn’t some kind of trick you decided to go for the pin while you could, it wasn’t how you pictured getting your first win at the DWL would go but considering what was on the line you figured you take what you could get. Hooking one of Sharren legs you roll on top of her in a simple pin and the referee got down on mat and began the count.

“One”

“Two”

“th-“

Faster than you could blink you suddenly felt Sharren arms rap around your head and forcing your face deep within her soft cleavage as she started rolling around the ring, breaking your pin and dragging you around with her. Somehow during the struggling you managed to look up and see her eyes still closed, apparently still fast asleep as she giggled and mumble under her breath words you couldn’t quite make out. Eventually your rolling came to an end and now your positions were reversed with her curvy body the one pining you to the mat, something the referee was quick to notice a began her count with you to dizzy to react.

“One”

“Two”

“Th-“

Once again the count was stopped, this time by Sharren sitting up with a deep stretch and yawn, her eyes fluttering open as she look around the ring in confusion as if wondering why she was here.

“Oh, did I nod of again? Oh dear, what was I doing?” she asked before looking down and spotting you, in which she gave you a sleepily but cheerful smile. “Oh, that’s right, our match, hee hee, sorry cutie. But hey, since we're both looking like we could use a nap, how about I go ahead and finish this, hmmm?”

Not giving you a chance to respond Sharren pulls her and yourself up on to your feet before reaching between your legs and giving a very firm grip to you rear causing you to give a surprised ‘yelp’. Your world was suddenly turned upside down as Sharren now held you in a pile-driver posting you face once again locked between her thighs and crotch, but now with her plush rear added to the mix. You were at a loss of just how helpless you felt in her grip as she strolled casually around the ring, milking the move for the crowd, her movements causing her thighs to press and grind against your cheeks In a very degrading fashion. After she felt that she was done showing off she made her way to the center of the ring were she proceeded to take a deep squat and wiggle her rear back and forth, causing the cute lamb tail of her costume to wag excitedly for the impact to come. She then launched herself upwards, her strong legs propelling her right into the air, the feeling of weightlessness over took you as time seamed to slow to craw as you stilled in the air, before suddenly speeding back up as your head impacted with the canvas, pinned between it and the large smothering rear of the Sleepy Lamb. It was only by some miracle that you were still conscious, even more so that you found the strength to even struggle as your hands, although limply, slapped at your opponent's luscious rear in an attempt to dislodge from her. However, you only succeeded in causing her jiggling bottom to bounce against your face as you remained trapped beneath her.

“Now now, Tommy. I said it was time for a nap, so settle down,” she said, sounding a little annoyed that she hasn’t rendered you **** yet. Despite her warning, you kept thrashing hopping to succeed at something before what little air you had ran out.

“Alright then.” She said rather ominously before reaching down and grabbing your lower half, hooking your legs underneath her arms put you in an even more cramped position and putting your crotch right in front of Sharren’s face. Despite the beat down you had been getting, Sharren’s body has been having a serious effect on you and your current position, regardless of how uncomfortable, wasn’t helping. Your cock was painfully erect, something that was quite noticeable through your thin wrestling trunks, something that Sharren noticed immediately and giggled at. She proceeded to tease you by snuggling her mouth against you bulge giving it a few soft kisses up and down your covered length; this caused you to moan pitifully into her plush bum, something she seemed to enjoy as she wiggle her rear back and forth against you face encouragingly. However it seems this wasn’t the purpose of putting you into this hold as she soon said “I hope that felt good Tommy, because this next part won’t. Well, maybe not a first, hee hee.”

Sharren then proceeded to roll up your tights, hooking them under your butt cheeks and exposing your pale rump to the world, covered only by a pair of thin briefs that she quickly wedged into your crack, making sure you were fully exposed for what she had planned next.

“Now Tommy, I know I said I wouldn’t get too rough with you, but it seems naughty boys like you just can’t get to bed without a good rump roasting, so I hope you’re ready.” With that she raised her hand high into the air and brought down with a thunderous crack against you ass, sanding a sharp crack though out the ring and a fresh wave of pain throughout your body. Then she brought it down again and again and again, completely peppering and bouncing the cheeks of your defenseless rear, soon turning it from pale white to a nice rosy red for the audience to gawk at. Your squeaks and howls were devoured by Sharren’s all-consuming rear as you’re thrashing quickly began to subside after it became clear that there was no escape and all you could do was sit there and take this humiliating punishment. Eventually after what felt like hours, though it was only a few minutes, Sharren finished her **** upon your rump with one final smack that caused your body to jerk beneath her before suddenly lying limp. Smiling in approval at your reaction she gave her rear one more grind against your face before standing up and looking down at your red and tear-stained face looking back at her with glossy defeated eyes. Smiling even more now, Sharren leaned down and whispered “Now are you ready for your nap, hmmm?”

You didn’t respond and Sharren took your silence as confirmation to finally put an end to this joke of a match, which she was going to do in her own special way. She set your limp body up on it’s knees before turning around and laying on her stomach facing away from you. She then flipped up her skirt making sure you had a complete un-obscured view of her divine rippling rump with only a white g-string as “covering”. Looking back over her shoulder at your drooling face, she gave a sweet smile and said in an even sweeter voice “Come on Tommy, why don’t you just relax and drift off? I’ll even give you two of the best pillows in the DWL to rest you little head on.” She finished, giving her "pillows" a good smack causing them to jiggle and ripple oh so invitingly. You know you should try and resist, that you should get back up and keep fighting, but watching that rear shake back and forth, calling to you all-so lovely, was smothering the rational part of your mind without it even touching you. So instead of retreating, you found yourself slowly leaning forward towards that glorious soft rear, only for Sharren's legs to strike out like a pair of vipers and wrap around your head, sending you face-first into her rump. Her grip, though still snug, 'laxed almost immediately after you face made contact and you soon realized why: she didn’t need to keep you pressed against her cheeks by ****. No, the second your face hit them, all the exhaustion you accumulated the entire match came crashing down on you all at once, so much so you could barely move a finger. You're left in a rather comedic pose of your face down in her ass with your own raised in to the air still bare, red and glowing from her early punishment, though the sting had now simmered down into a warm tingle that only seemed to aid in your impending slumber. Speaking of which, Sharren began to hum soft lullaby, as she gently shook her hips from side to side clenching her cheeks softly as if to give your face a massage while she literally used her soft wondrous ass to rock you to sleep. Your cock, the only part of your body that seemed to have any energy left, pulsed and ached within your shorts, which prompted just enough strength within you to tilt your weary head up and see Sharren smiling face over her large shifting cheeks. She put a finger to her soft lips and gently ‘shussss’ you before reaching back with her hand and softly tilting your head back down into her pillow- like rump, where you couldn’t find the will to lift it again.