If anything, fear has made her mean

The bell rang.

Karen licked her lips. Peppy was hot - the little thing was sitting on the turnbuckle, grinding her hips on it with a microphone shoved firmly between her breasts. She was singing too, luckily it wasn't turned on. But Karen couldn't get the butterflies out of her stomach. She kept looking around the arena, wondering if Cassie might show up. Or if Becky Luv would. Or if maybe Tanya McVan (or more likely one of her goons) would. Her old enemies tended to come out of the woodwork as Tittie Slam rolled around. If they didn't have the guts to try and break the streak themselves, they'd help someone else do it. And Peppy was the wrong kind of opponent. Just a little bit too good for her to enjoy playing with, but not good enough to be a challenge.

She ran to the turnbuckle and jumped up, sitting on Peppy's lap. She wrapped her arms around Peppy's head, crushing her head in between her breasts, and then dragged Peppy into the middle of the ring. The pop girl flailed her arms and squealed.

"Don't really have time to teach you anything this time sugar" she said, though Peppy couldn't hear her with her head surrounded by tits. "Nothing personal. Just gonna make you give, then go get some real practice."

As Peppy's flailing slowed, Karen stepped over Peppy's right leg and scissored it with both of hers. Then she lay down, holding Peppy's left leg under her left arm. The younger girl was helpless to get at Karen, and Karen had one hand free.

SMACK!

Peppy screamed as Karen slapped her. The fans cheered as her ass jiggled and a red handprint appeared on it.

Karen bounced her hand off Peppy's, not too hard but very fast, turning the skin red and sensitive. Without warning, she spanked Peppy hard again.

SMACK!

"OWww!!" Peppy moaned. "This isn't fair, you didn't give me a chance!"

SMACK!

"OWWWWWwww...!" This time, he scream trailed off in a whimper.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"STOOOOOP!"

"You know you need to tap out for me to do that."

Karen licked two fingers, then ran them along Peppy's slit. Despite (or maybe because of) the rough treatment, it was moist. She rubbed slowly, slowly building up spead, until she heard Peppy moan.

SMACK!

"OWWWAahhoooOH!..."

Peppy scratched at the mat, completely helpless. She wasn't strong enough to pull herself to the ropes or break the hold, and she didn't want to give up with so little fight, but the mixed pain of the spanking and pleasure of the fingerbang was making it hard for her to stand either of them.