Much, much worse

The audience shows their appreciation for Sasha disrobing Alexa by chanting a deafening chorus of "THANK YOU, SASHA!" The fans in attendance are witnessing history in the making, experiencing the first time anyone has ever been stripped completely naked on live television. And, if you were to ask Sasha, it couldn't have happened to a more deserving person than the blonde bitch currently thrashing across her lap. While the crowd voiced their approval, Alexa voiced her disapproval, screaming out disjointed strings of protests, curses and sobs. "YOU CAN'T... *sob*.. BITCH... *sob* I... *sob* GODDESS... *sob* HATE YOU!" Sasha decided since everyone else was voicing their opinion on the matter of Alexa's current state of undress, she should as well. "Stop crying, Baby Bliss. Only big girls get to wear bras. Maybe one day, when you get older, your boobs will actually grow. And, if not, you can always get surgery to make you feel like a real woman." Sasha sneers, her words cutting Alexa like a knife.

Before Alexa can utter another discombobulated, nonsensical response, Sasha wraps her left arm tight around Alexa's wiggling waist, raises her right hand high in the air and swings it down, smacking the palm of her hand across Bliss' naked butt, causing a fleshy, meaty THWACK to crack through the air. Sasha watched as Bliss' tan cheek began to blossom into a light shade of pink and said, "Baby Bliss has been a naughty girl. And you know what happens to naughty little girls, don't you?"

Alexa helplessly whimpers "No," shaking her head, begging for mercy. Sasha once again winds her right hand back and in one merciless movement, brings the palm down to deliver a brutal slap to her rival's plump, tanned ass cheek with all the **** she could muster.

*SMACK!* The sound rings out across the arena like a gunshot. Bliss screams like a wounded animal and Sasha winds back again. *SMACK!* Banks brings her hand down again, even harder this time. Again and again she strikes her palm down on her foe’s defenceless ass, and each time her anguished howls of humiliation and pain serve only to drive Sasha to strike even harder! Sasha watched in amazement as the fatty globes of Alexas cheeks rippled and bounced, jiggling relentlessly with each heavy smack of her hand

"I'm not a child!" was all Alexa could mutter before her body betrayed her and she began flailing like a stereotypical spoiled child receiving a long-overdue spanking. Unable to even remotely keep her composure, Bliss screamed and frantically kicked her feet, her fists weakly hitting the canvas of the ring as The Boss continued applying a painful onslaught of heavy-handed spanks. "Stop..." Alexa whimpers, her breath heaving. "STOP, please! NOT MY ASS! NOT MY AHAHASS! STOP! It... It... BUUUUURNS!"

"You deserve this, you conceited little bitch!" Sasha growls, flattening her palm before once again slamming it into her rival's haunches. "If you call me The Boss I might stop!" Sasha says before landing a quick succession of slaps.

"AUUGhhh... yuh... OWWWW... Y-You're The... Bo-OOOOUCH... The... AUUUhhh... BOSS... AWHHHHhhh!"

Of course, Sasha doesn't relent, continuing her mission to blister every inch of Alexa's most treasured, most sought-after feature. Slap after slap rains down across her backside as she struggles and twists. Sasha’s other arm remains wrapped around Bliss' slim waist, keeping her in place. No matter how much Alexa kicks her feet and flaps her arms, uselessly seeking to escape her punishment, Sasha’s grip remains locked tight.

"Stop it! I'm the Goddess, I'm Five Feet of Fury, I'm the Raw Women's Champion, you cannot- AHAHAHAAAAA!! OWWWW!" Bliss screams like a recalcitrant child, as she recieves her comeuppance.

The Boss snorts at Alexa's misapprehensions regarding the situation. Reaching down, Sasha sinks her fingernails into the tenderized, raw, fatty flesh, eliciting another screech from the crying blonde thrashing across her lap. Sasha grins as she resumes her chastisement of Bliss' bubble butt.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! OW! Stop, you better- Ah! Stop! STOP! STOP IT!..." Alexa's strident demands are growing more pained as the thrashing continues. Banks can distinctly hear her rival's words quickly devolve into nothing but sobbing gibberish. "STOP!... Stop...! Ow...! Ssss...! Stoh.. stop, please... Pleauhh! Puh... wuh... Nuh... STAAAA... MUH AUGHH! MUH AUHUUHUUUU"

Sensing that Alexa is almost completely broken, The Boss decides to lay on the pain even harder. She can feel heat rising against her hand as she slams down on her foe’s trembling flanks.

"Ahhhh...! Ahh....! NUH...! BIHH...! STAH, EH HUH...! AHAHOOOOOUCH...!" Miss Bliss' ass is marvelously flushed, glowing an intense shade of scarlet. Alexa uses her last ounce of adrenaline by wildly kicked her naked legs and boots in the air in one last ditch effort to wiggle out of Sasha's lap. But her attempts for freedom were fruitless. Banks, incensed that Bliss still tried to escape her punishment, asked the referee for her jacket. He places the jacket at her feet and exits the ring, not wanting to block the historical view.

Sasha reaches in the pocket of her jacket and removes her rings. One ring has the word "LEGIT" spelled out and the opposite ring has "BOSS" spelled out. Banks places the gold, LEGIT on her fingers but positions it so the ring is backwards. The gold letters are now facing Sasha's palm. The Boss holds her hand up high and ruthlessly blasts Alexa's battered left cheek with the ring, leaving the imprint of the ring embedded in the center of Alexa's left ass cheek. Bliss howls an unatural scream, her veins popping out of her neck.

Sasha removes her LEGIT ring and slides on her ring that says BOSS. She places the ring on her fingers in the same manner, causing the gold-plated letters against her palm. Sasha winds up and swings for the fences, crashing her palm down on Alexa's right cheek, causing an earthquake of jiggling, rippling fatty flesh. Sasha removes her palm, leaving behind the imprint of the ring on the center of Alexa's right cheek, unofficially branding Alexa Bliss' ass with the words LEGIT BOSS, claiming the mouth-watering biscuit butt as her own. Sasha slipped her rings back into her jacket and admired her handiwork.

Alexa once again let out an agonized howl. The bratty diva sounded like a wounded animal, her guttural screams seemed to be almost primordial. Too distraught, and crying too hard to speak, no coherent words were uttered by Five Feet of Fury. Instead, saliva spat in all directions out of her mouth and the veins in her neck and forehead strained to purple. After the last spank with the BOSS ring, Alexa became completely stiff. Her tiny, petite body flexed every single muscle as she laid as flat as a board on her rival's lap. The redness of her face and backside somehow radiated stronger than the bright, hot pink color of the bottom of her hair. With her muscles completely flexed, Bliss' butt cheeks no longer bounced, they just took the brunt of every forceful strike from Sasha’s hand. The sound that came from Alexa's mouth was long, deep and guttural, bellowing out in a mournful outburst. After Miss Bliss finished her long, unnatural scream, Sasha unceremoniously shoved the tiny blonde off her lap, causing her to collapse unto a sniveling heap on the mat.

Alexa tumbled onto the canvas, her ass burning with an intense heat. Crying from both pain and incredible humiliation, Alexa rolled on her side, curling up in the fetal position, holding her knees up to her naked chest, her scorched ass jutting out.

After several minutes of hysterical blubbering, Alexa's screams began to dwindle down. Sasha didn’t boast or brag, there was no need to. This was, after all, just a bit of foreplay for her. A mere warm-up before the real fun began. The arena was filled with a symphony of rowdy cheers, Alexa's pitiful, sobby gasps and Sasha’s satisfied chuckles. Sasha didn't move and neither did Alexa. The Boss simply listened to her rival's distraught noises, basking in her humiliated whimpers until they steadied into just quiet, shaky breathing while she gazed over at the round, all-encompassing glow of the dark red shade that she left on the bratty girl's bottom.

Now that Miss Bliss was utterly broken, both mentally and physically, Sasha decided it was finally time to end this. Taking a deep breath, Sasha motions for the referee at ringside to deliver her the diaper bag. The audience roars in excitement as the diaper bag is slid under the ropes, skidding to a stop at Sasha’s feet. The Boss unzips the bag, reaches inside and withdraws an adult-sized diaper. Sasha triumphantly hoists the diaper above her head, presenting it with as much enthusiasm as she did when she held her Championship title mere minutes before. She unfolds the diaper, laying it in the center of the ring and grabs onto Alexa's ankles.

"NO!" Alexa begs, slinging tears as she wildly shakes her head. "You... you can't do this. It will ruin my career! Please, you've humiliated me enough!"