Mama starts training her

Petty came to in the Luvs’ personal ring. The mat was made to feel like a large, soft mattress. The ropes were made of a tough, silky velvet. Even the turnbuckles were soft pink pillows, but still hard underneath them.

“Ma… Mama?”
Karen was there in the ring wearing a see-through nightie and frilly thong panties.

“Since you’re so set on being a wrestler, I’m going to have to shape you up. So, for the rest of the day, you’re going to practice taking and giving punishment, literal and sexual. First, you’ll try and keep me in holds, arouse me, and practicing moves. Then you’re going to resist my arousing you, escape my holds, and take whatever punishment I can dish out. Because I love you, dear, and whatever you learned, it isn’t working.”

Petty was still too stunned to tell her that at least half of what Auntie Becky had taught her were either too dirty or mean for her to use. She was speechless as Mama approached her.