Michelle Trachtenberg
Ashley TisdaleIt had been a particularly grueling battle between the two beauties; Michelle’s agility and technical skills were countered enough by Ashley’s more brutal, back alley brawling style to result in a veritable stalemate.
At this particular moment however, it looks as if Trachtenberg has a chance to take firm control of the fight. A superkick from the brunette had rocked Tisdale hard, leaving her stunned for the few moments her adversary needed to scoop the blonde up in her arms and, with a panting grunt, hoist her up into the air. From the way she held Ashley, it seemed fairly obvious that Michelle intended to bring her down over her knee with a devastating backbreaker. However, the chestnut-maned battler never had the chance.
With viper swiftness, Tisdale jabbed a knuckle into her opponent’s eye, causing her to shriek in pain and surprise. Legs already trembling from the strain of holding her rival aloft, Trachtenberg began to stumble backward. Suddenly the blonde begins to thrash wildly in her grip, causing Michelle to lose her balance entirely.
Trachtenberg lands on her back with a thud, and gives a loud groan as Tisdale lands atop her. More than satisfied with her accomplishment, Ashley gives a wicked grin and a sinister chuckle, then quickly gets up and repositions herself in a seated position upon her opponent’s chest, her back to the gasping brunette.
With one last smug leer over her shoulder, Tisdale slides her body back, until her rear end settles firmly across Michelle’s face. Panicking, Trachtenberg gives a muffled
MMMMMFFFFFFFF and squirms with all of her faded power, but like a bronco rider, Ashley manages to remain in the saddle.
Both women knew it would come to this moment. Each were renowned for their facesit finishers, and it was only a matter of time before they contested one another to determine who was the best. The odds-makers favored the more experienced Trachtenberg, but the feisty blonde was about to make some longshot betters a very tidy sum of winnings.
Steadily, Michelle’s movements slowed until they were little more than involuntary twitches. The ombudsman of this Beverly Hills mansion catfight lifted the embattled brunette’s right arm once…twice…thrice…and each time it limply dropped to the carpeted floor. And with that, Ashley was declared the victrix, the blonde laughing and gleefully clapping her hands.
But the spectacle wasn’t over yet! Both women had agreed to a special stipulation to this match: the winner gets to spank the loser.
After several minutes, Michelle struggles to consciousness with a dull groan, her glazed eyes fluttering open. It took several long moments before she realized she was stretched over the knee of her rival, facing down. Her wrists were bound by her own bikini halter, and she suddenly felt a hand grab the waist band of her panties, yanking them down off of her butt and giving Michelle a most unwanted Coppertone moment.
With a smile beaming ear-to-ear, Ashley raises her right arm and starts to swat her open palm to the bare flesh, her slaps cracking off of the skin again and again. Trachtenberg wailed in pain and humiliation, tears welling in her eyes and then rolling down her cheeks, streaking her black eyeliner in trails. Her derriere very quickly began to glow red from the spanking, and after enduring the torment for more than a minute, Michelle finally cried out “
STOP! ENOUGH!!!”
Fully in command, Tisdale purrs, “So, tell everyone here whose ass is best?”
Sniffling and swallowing a gulp in her throat, the brunette whimpers “
Yours is….”
“Damn right it is,” Ashley said, punctuating her works with one final sharp swat that reverberated through the room, bringing one last yelp from the beaten girl.
