His and hers: smothering and spanking.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” the Champion says, addressing the dazed referee. “I’m going to pin him down, and you’re going to count him out. Yes, I know there are no pinfalls in this match. But I don’t care. I just want you to keep track of how long I kept him there.”

Alicia nods quietly. “I’m ready.”

“Are you really?” scoffs Roxie. “I doubt it.”

She rolls the ref over onto her back, displaying her excellent ass for the world to see, before dragging you over towards her. She drops you down so that your face lands right in between Alicia’s smooth cheeks, then steps on your head, forcing you into something close to a stinkface.

“Well?” she demands. “He’s pinned! Start counting!”

“One,” Alicia says hastily, raising her hand and dropping it to the mat. “Two...”

Apparently a three-count isn’t enough to satisfy the Champion’s dominant urges, nor even a five-count, because she keeps your face buried in Alicia’s ass for ten full seconds before letting you up.

“Come on, you could have at least tried to fight back,” Roxie complains, as she maneuvers the prone ref over her knee. “Then again, maybe I wouldn’t have either in your position. Honestly, you should be thanking me.” She raises her arm as Alicia tenses up, knowing what’s coming. “What man wouldn’t want to have his face shoved into a fine”—smack—“round”—smack—“firm”—smack—“sexy little booty like this?”

Spared from the Champion’s attentions for a moment, you notice that the ref is becoming more and more aroused by the position she’s found herself in—her breath is coming in short, sharp bursts and the outlines of her nipples are clearly visible against the leather of her lingerie. She gives a low, almost inaudible moan with every stroke, and at one point you could swear that you hear her whisper, “harder” under her breath.

You crawl toward them as the Champion obliges her, intensifying the spanking even as she adds something new to the mix. Every second or third stroke, she slips a hand into Alicia’s uniform and uses it to expertly finger her for a few moments. The addition of pleasure to the pain is clearly driving the ref even closer to release, but ultimately it’s the sting of the open palm that teases it out of her: the Champion’s hand descends one final time with a wet slap, her victim tenses up and utters a low “oh, yes”, and by now you’re close enough to see the stain as Alicia’s orgasm soils her uniform.

Roxie dumps her unceremoniously to the mat as she finishes, and she lays there for a few moments blissfully before slowly standing up to walk back to her corner, a little gingerly, you notice.

“I guess pain gets her a little hot under the collar,” the Champion observes blithely. “This would be so much more fun for you if you enjoyed it the same way. Oh well. Maybe I can teach it to you.”