Someone's getting Spanked!

Becky paraded around the ring holding her trophies aloft as she smiles to the crowd who are overjoyed at her victory all while trying to get the best view they could of the Queens rear end as Charlotte hung tied up in the turnbuckle moaning in humiliation, completely unable to do anything to cover herself up. Paige however is sat on her knees in the ring glaring angrily at Becky as she does her victory lap. Her plan to strip Becky and put her in her place all while getting the Smackdown Woman’s title on a champion of her choosing had crumbled around her and she was fuming. Her pale face had turned red with anger and she was literally gritting her teeth with fury Becky looked down at her and smirked, pleased that she had managed to finally stick it to the raven haired bitch and her lackey after two weeks of being humiliated by them both.

“What’s that old Smackdown motto Paige? Know your damned role?” Becky said mockingly

Letting her anger get to her Paige jumped to her feet and got in Becky’s face, looking as if she was about to throw down, but then she stopped, letting Becky’s cocky smirk win out and Paige turned away, idly rubbing the back of her neck. Becky laughed and turned away, climbing to the top turnbuckle in the opposite corner to Charlotte and holding the Queen’s shorts aloft again. Paige glared after Becky for a moment before turning and looking around for a softer target, seeing Charlotte in the corner she turned her attention to the trapped lady who was still unable to free herself from the humiliating position she had been left in. As Paige approached Charlotte started to call out softy to her, expecting Paige to help her out or at least cover her up. Instead the British Bombshell delivered a stiff kick right into Charlotte’s thicc backside, making it ripple with the impact as Charlotte yelped in surprise.

“You useless cow!” Paige shouted as she delivered another kick, “I did it all for you! I stacked the deck, I bent the rules, I stacked the deck and you still couldn’t even beat that Irish Bint!”

Dropping to her knees besides Charlotte’s arse Paige grabbed the back of the queens thong and pulled it up as hard as she could between the muscular thighs. Charlotte yelled out in pain as the wedgie rode right up into her camel toe but all the thrashing of her legs could do nothing to get her free as Paige grinned an evil smile at being able to take out her frustrations.

“Some daughter to Ric Flair you are!” Paige continued to yell as she tortured Flair some more twisting Charlotte's thong as she seemingly tried to pull it through the pathetic woman who was now in full floods of tears she as flailed uselessly in the corner.

When she had finished Paige let go and smiled to herself backing away from Flair so as to admire her work and as she backed away she walked right into Becky who was stood in the centre of the ring. The smile fell from Paige’s face as she realised where she was and she turned slowly and came face to face with the Lass Kicker who did not look overly impressed with Paige’s last remark. Knowing there was no easy way out of this Paige smiled, trying to pass off the remark as a joke before moving from Becky’s way and gesturing her to go after Charlotte with the paddle that was still clenched in her hand. As Paige turned to leave however Becky dropped Charlotte’s shorts, reached out and grabbed Paige by the hair.

Paige let out a pained cry as she bent backwards, gripping her hair and trying hopelessly to get Becky to let go. The crowd cheered loudly as the Lass Kicker got her hands on the devious Anti-diva and Becky indulged them as she lead Paige around by the hair, dragging her around the ring so that every fan had ample chance to see that what a predicament Paige was in before leading Paige back to the centre of the ring and pulling her down by the hair until she was on her hands and knees. On the mat, Paige looked around madly for some way to escape but Becky placed a booted foot on one of her hands to keep her in place as she knelt down next to Paige with a big smile on her face.

“Now Paige, you’re a smart girl, you must be to have thought up all of this, you know whats about to happen to you right?”

Paige looked up at Becky in horror knowing full well what was coming.

“Maybe though, Maybe, just for old time sake Paigey pie you can avoid it, maybe my little English muffin you get to run away and it down another day. All you have to do is apologise for everything you’ve done to me.”

The horror on Paige’s face turned to anger and she glared up at Becky. If look could only have killed…

“Screw you you cow!” Paige yelled defiantly.

Becky shrugged at this as she stood upright again.

“A fair enough answer” she said, “Not like I would have let you go anyway I guess.”

Becky then reaches down and grabs the back of Paige’s dark jeans. Paige lets out a squeak but Becky just shouts at her to shut up as she pulls at the jeans which, as tight as they are, eventually slide down Paige’s backside, slowly revealing the top of her alabaster arse cheeks and a black thong before they finally slip away and Becky manages to pull them down to Paige’s knees. The Smackdown Live GM was know knelt on all fours in the middle of the ring with her jeans around her knees and her white arse sticking in the air and all she could do was crouch there and quiver in anticipation, her face turned up to the big screen which was filled with the image of her own pathetic form and her scared face as Becky lifted the paddle.

The first slap of the paddle was like a thunder crack as the sound echoed around the arena loudly, the slap of hard wood on flesh and Paige let out a cry of pain as the lightning shot through her rear end. Paige was thrown face down onto the mat, her arse still pointing upwards as her cheeks devoured her thong, leaving only her meaty backside to weather the impact of yet more blows that rained down repeatedly on her delicate skin. Becky grabbed the back of Paige’s thong, pulling hard to keep her arse elevated as she slapped the paddle down five, six, seven more times until Paige was weeping on the mat, her hands clawing uselessly at the canvas, after the eighth spank with the wood Paige broke down, crying out that she was sorry and begging Becky to stop which gave the lass kicker a pause for a moment, then she smiled and carried on anyway with a cheery call of “too late”. After the tenth slap of wood on arse Becky held the paddle in the air, turning from the humiliated Brit to the humiliated Yank behind her as Charlotte Flair was still trapped in the corner. If Charlotte had thought she was maybe going to get a free pass however she was mistaken as Becky wound up and brought the paddle around on her meaty arse as well, eliciting pig-like squeals from the queen with eat impact as the word Bitch was embedded into Charlotte’s backside. Charlotte was defenceless in her position to save herself had to just lie there and take her ten strokes of the paddle each swipe more painful than the last.

Turning again Becky saw Paige had tried to slink away from her punishment, her jeans still around her knees she had crawled across to the side of the ring and was trying to slide under the ropes when Becky caught her again. Grabbing the fleeing anti diva by the thing Becky briefly pulls the thong up into a wedgie before pulling back on it. The small material slipped free of Paige arse cheeks and quickly began a descent of Paige’s legs, leaving her rear end naked and giving the WWE another piece of archival footage as fans re watched the moment for all eternity, trying to get a quick look at Paige’s pussy. Paige herself screamed and crawled backwards, back into the ring, her hands quickly covering herself up as she was pulled back to the centre of the ring for another round of spanking.

Becky bounced then between her two hapless victims, each helpless lady getting a swipe from the paddle before Becky moved back to the other. Finally Becky stood over Paige and gave her her thirtieth spank before moving back to Charlotte, stopping and doing some quick adding up in her head, complete with a comical wiping of sweat from her forehead. Finally Becky settled on one last resounding smack of the wood across Charlotte’s arse before throwing the paddle to the mat. By now both Becky and Paige’s backsides were burning red, the word bitch was mostly obscured as the skin on all four cheeks was swelling up and save for a few patches where one or two letters could be made out the idea of branding the word bitch onto the opponents arse had clearly not worked out.

Becky stood with a smile on her face, looking over her handiwork and gladly accepting her title belt as a cautious ref handed it to her. Moving around to stand in front of Paige, just to rub her victory in the GM’s face once more, Becky posed with the belt, bra still exposed but blissfully happy a huge smile on her face as Paige again glowered up at her, this time through tear filled eyes as she carefully tried to pull her jeans up over her tender backside. Finally Becky turned to leave, before thinking of one last thing and striding back to Charlotte’s corner. There she grabbed the back of Charlotte's thong and pulled hard on it, snapping the material where it mattered and in one go ripping it clean from the queen’s arse. Charlotte screamed and didn’t stop as she thrashed like a fish in a net, where there may have been a second of Paige’s pussy on the screen now all of Charlotte’s cunt was on full view on every screen watching and Becky rolled from the ring, holding the thing in the air and with the title on her shoulder as she marched up the ramp to her music.

Inside the ring Paige glared after her, wiping tears from her face it was clear that even if Charlotte could never show her face in the WWE again, it wasn’t over between her and Becky Lynch.