Much Much Worse

Sol was yelping and whimpering at the deserved spanking she was taking from Rhea, her tan, fit cheeks bouncing and wobbling with each strike while Ruca tries to get out of the ring. Rhea doesn’t let her though, keeping a tight hold of the bottom of her singlet.

“Get off of me!” Sol cries, wildly elbowing back towards Rhea, the bigger woman easily dodging her swings and grabbing Sol, lifting her high over her head and making her face plant onto the mat with a grunt.

“C’mon Sol, where’s that ego and fire now, huh?” Rhea calls out, putting her boot on the back of Sol’s head and grinding it in to grind her face into the mat. “I thought you were gonna dominate and embarrass me! You’re looking like a joke when she can’t carry your slutty arse to a win!” Rhea smirks then and bends down, grabbing Sol by her hair and gear and harshly pulling her back to her feet.

“Say goodnight for Mami ya stupid rookie,” Rhea growls, hooking Sol’s arm between her legs and lifting her up, driving Sol effortlessly down into the mat with a Riptide. Blowing a kiss out towards Zaria mockingly, Rhea stays in her normal pinning position for a few seconds, making it look like she was doing something else to Sol’s thick, exposed ass, before standing up with a huge smile.

“Let’s see if this brat even wore a bra and panties,” Rhea declares with a giggle, going for Sol’s singlet again. After the Riptide landed, everyone assumed that this was about to be it and Rhea was about to humble the first invader.