Change strategies and surprise her.

Looking at the Cowgirl’s longing expression as you continue fingering her, you quickly realize that this is something that she wants.

So naturally, you do the exact opposite.

Abruptly pulling your fingers out of her pussy with a wet pop, Dinah opens her eyes as the cloud of euphoria around her unceremoniously dissipates into thin air.

Her surprised expression is quickly replaced by an indignant one, as she sneers at you, “What, you ain’t man enough to finish the job or somethin’?”

You respond aptly by grabbing a handful of her golden locks and slamming her face first into the turnbuckle padding.

Lurching forwards against the ring corner, she’s oblivious as your eyes trail down her back, right to her barely clothed ass.

Cocking a devilish smirk, you sink your thumb into the star-spangled fabric and yank her panties all the way down to her calves!

Now perking up with her ass now bared before the entire arena, she starts to turn around only to be shoved chest first against into the turnbuckle.

The combination of that along with her state of partial arousal following your digital stimulation leaves the Cowgirl completely ****.

You take a moment to admire the polished roundness of each cheek, before rearing your left hand back to mar said flesh.

With great relish, you smack her right cheek softly causing Dinah to nearly squeal out in surprise.

“Hell, John must’ve watched some old Schoolgirl matches in preparation for this,” the announcer smirks bemusedly, as you rear back to deliver another smack.

“Don’t ya dare do that aga-ow!” She’s cut off by another stinging slap from the same hand, only the precursor to what's about to come.

In quick, humiliating succession, you proceed to spank Dinah again and again, each one more powerful than the last.

Now smearing her previously polished cheeks with angry blotches of bruised skin, you pause for a moment to notice her ass jiggling almost erotically with every blow.

Even in pain, the Cowgirl is still teasing you.

Not dwelling too long on that thought, you continue spanking her with increased **** as her body contorts in pain against your punishing smack.

No doubt embarrassed that she’s being so easily manhandled in degrading fashion, Dinah buries her head into the leather padding to muffle her pained winces.

“You want it to stop, say the word!” you growl at her, rearing your hand back for the umpteenth blow to her ass (and ego as well).

“Uncle! Uncle, damn ya!” she finally cries out, cutting you off mid-smack.

Grinning confidently at her verbal capitulation, you back away as she nearly collapses against the corner.

Frantically pulling up her panties with her face now as red as her ass cheeks, Dinah sorely feels up her bruised bottom while you smile victoriously having won the bet.

Glowering up at you, her venomous look eventually morphs into one of begrudging acceptance of the bet’s stipulation.

You’ve won a point for submission.