With a Forcefield Paddle

Crystal waited until Victoria leaned out from the curtain, watching through her wedgied panties as Victoria tried and failed to cover her chest while reaching towards her clothes.

“Here, let me help keep your bra up,” Crystal sneered. Before Victoria could react, Crystal erected a forcefield from the floor, stretching it towards the ceiling with a half moon on top to account for Victoria’s body. It encircled Victoria as it smacked against the ceiling, trapping her right below her bust as if propping up her boobs on a horizontal platter. The opening was a little bigger than what she envisioned, but still a tight enough fit that there was no chance in hell she’d be able to get her tits or ass through without fully breaking it.

“Crystal!” Victoria hissed, trying to keep her voice down. After covering her top half with the curtain so no one in the shop could see her, Victoria used some of her flight to try and shove herself backwards. All that accomplished was a thud and a lewd look of her bra-clad boobs pressed up against the forcefield. She tried a few more times, whole body jiggling with each smack before giving up the brute routine. Victoria leaned over so she could look at Crystal upside down, blonde hair falling. The leaning made her bra-connected panties wedge further up her butt. She had to crane her neck and twist her hips to see past her own bust.

“You’re taking this way too far!” Victoria scolded.

“No, this would be too far,” Crystal said. She created another forcefield in her hand, flat and about a foot long and two inches thick. After turning it over in her hand a few times, Victoria’s eyes went wide in realization.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Victoria gasped.

Crystal’s moment of cool was lost as she had to readjust herself, pulling out some of the fabric of her underwear that was flossing her pussy. She was still awkwardly hunched over herself, trying to alleviate some of the pressure of this reverse atomic wedgie.

“I think we both know what I’m about to do.”

If this were a western, it’d be the quiet moment a tumbleweed rolled through. Then all hell broke loose, Victoria kicking behind her like a bucking bronco to keep Crystal away. The wedgie and lack of vision put Crystal in an awkward spot, a foot kicking her in the shoulder and then again in her side. Curse Victoria’s calves. She used flight to get a little bit of height and distance so that most of Victoria’s strikes were wasted. The flurry slowed and Crystal reached out to grab one of her ankles. With new leverage, she was able to dodge the rampage of Vic’s other leg, laughing at how she jiggled like jello from big toe to ass cheek. It didn’t take long for Crystal to wrangle the other leg into submission. A ringed forcefield was the nail in the coffin, circling around Victoria’s ankles like a cuff.

It wasn’t enough to stop her thrashing, but was enough to keep her butt unobstructed. Crystal did a few warm-up swings, Victoria watching on in horror. She wasn’t sure about Aunt Carol, but there wasn’t any corporal punishment in the Pelham household so this could be a first of sorts for both of them. Victoria tried to wiggle and writhe to make herself a harder to hit target, but Crystal had gotten pretty good with her aim over the years. She yanked more of her panties out of her crotch and squinted to see through thin material that partially blinded her.

Bullseye. The forcefield paddle made clean contact with Victoria’s left ass cheek, treating Crystal to an incredibly satisfying sound. Victoria reacted predictably, with gritted teeth and more thrashing. But with her ankles cuffed together, she looked more like a mermaid too thick to fit through a porthole. While Victoria was doing a great job holding in a yelp, Crystal laughed out loud at the ridiculous look of her cousin.

She gave Vic’s other butt cheek the same treatment, her ass rippling from the impact. Already, there were red marks growing and glowing from the impacts, like big ole targets for Crystal to keep hammering at. She needed color on her cheeks anyway, this is what Victoria deserved after turning down Crystal’s offer of skinnyflying the other day to tan. More blows landed and Crystal could hear the slightest gasps as Victoria’s resolve was starting to crumbled.

She took aim at the tender spot right between Victori’s butt and thigh, but before she could deliver it, there was a knock on the wall from an employee.

A mousy, somewhat nervous sounding woman on the other side said, “Uhm, is everything alright in there?”

Victoria looked mortified, the red on her cheeks matching the red on her other cheeks. Victoria cleared her throat, ready to respond and at least salvage some dignity, but Crystal had other plans.