Show them who’s boss.

Velveteen Queen procures a riding crop that was tucked into the back of her trunks, and raises it high above her head. She brings it down with great **** onto your protruding bottom. SPANK! She delivers countless stinging strikes with her riding crop to your derriere. Your ass cheeks ripple from every slap of the weapon, your speedo does little to protect your plump rump, as Velveteen continues to riddle your cheeks with red marks.

You grunt and grumble as the ass beating continues. The fans taking great joy in your suffering, evidenced by their loud cheers. Velveteen’s boot remains firmly placed atop your head as the barrage of blows to your ass seemingly never cease. After what feels like an eternity, Velveteen grows bored of beating your pathetic ass. She tosses aside the riding crop and lifts her foot off of your head.

You moan under your breath, taking a moment to massage your battered bum, as Velveteen bends down in front of you. “I like the way you moan, bitch.” She wickedly whispers into your ear. She grabs your right ear, and yanks you viciously, heaving you up to your feet. You holler out in pain as her vice grip on your ear nearly pulls the poor thing off your head. She drags you around the ring for a bit, shaking you around by your ear, before releasing you.

You grab hold of your ailing ear, as Velveteen slaps you across the face again, whacking the other side of your face. Now all four of your cheeks are bright red as you stumble about dazed. Velveteen gives herself a running start, and rushes towards you, charging like a maniacal bull.