Pile on the Punishment

Laura’s thoughts settled on the mistakes Alma had made in her match-up. Whenever she had Imogen at her mercy, she hadn’t stripped or beaten her. She’d taunted her, thinking she’d already won. And with the cards and timers in place, it wasn’t much of a surprise that she’d lost in the end.

Laura didn’t need to worry about any of that. This was a straight-up fight, and she could beat Maria down for as long as she wanted. She’d make her regret agreeing to this.

The Latina was still crumpled in the fetal position as she tried to recover. But Laura wasn’t going to give her the time she needed. Laura grabbed one of her ankles and dragged her along the floor.

“Come here.” Laura grabbed her by the back of the hair and forced her onto her front across the low coffee table, where once a deck of cards rested. “I’m going to make you call me mami by the time I’m done with you.”

Laura already had an evil plan in mind to hurt and humiliate in one easy step. With Maria unable to resist, Laura ripped off one of her black-and-maroon sneakers, leaving a grey ankle sock on display. With the soft rubber in her hand, she turned it over as she bore down on her.

Without warning, she swung the sneaker directly at her unprotected behind. Once again, the material of her black biker shorts did nothing as the rubber collided with her ass with the crack of a whip.

“Aaaaah…” Maria reached back as her ass cheek began to burn.

“Is this what moms do to people like you?”