Bondage Debut: Kaede Komatsuzaki vs Misaki Risu

Think high school.

You don't deserve to smile.

Think mean.

Why not kill yourself?

In the teenage savannah, the queens of the social scene would have smelled weakness in every inch of Kaede's get up. Oh, tough girl, huh? That's adorable. They'd have stripped her bare of every scrap of that facade and forced her to show her naked gazelle's soul to the world. Just for trying to pull that kind of self-respect shit.

Kaede fell like a fat lump of clay. Misaki pranced after her, watching, waiting for this girl to jerk back to her senses and try for her feet. That's when the girl in spandex would loop her claws around the hem of Kaede's karate pants and yank them down around her knees. "Hey boys!" She'd shout. "Here's a preview to the spanking that's about to happen."

If Misaki were honest, she'd have to admit: She was being unoriginal.

The first iteration of this move had come in eighth grade: Staci Adelson snuck up on Frances after lunch--you know. During that confluence of every student in school, packed together in hallways designed for a third as many kids. Frances found herself modelling thigh to an audience of hundreds.

But it wasn't the boy-shorts that embarassed her. Hell, social norms to the side, they covered practically as much as her actual shorts. No, the utter humiliation came when she tried to spin around and break Staci's face, which she knew she'd have to do right then and there if she was going to keep her middle-school-hard-ass reputation.

Frances got tangled up in her own shorts. She tripped. She fell on her face. She had to stumble away to Nurse Beale's office bleeding the red sea out of both her nostrils. After Staci had snatched her shorts.

But Misaki had worse plans than that for this Piglet.

Kaede’s nose wasn’t broken, but it was maybe-kinda-probably busted. A little. She could smell that familiar coppery scent welling up in her nostrils, with a wet trickle beginning to work its way out.

She wiped it off, quick, made sure that Misaki didn’t get a chance to eyeball. The last thing she needed was to give a woman like this a big, bright red target to go after. She could only imagine what was coming next - she was fairly open, so the little she-devil could hit her with numerous attacks. Maybe do something painful, yet humiliating..

Oh. Oh, she had no idea.

When Misaki grabbed her trunks, her first thought was that she was going to get pulled back, get tugged into some kind of suplex. Nope. Instead, her cheeks wound up reddening to the color of a beat. ”Guaah!” She made a noise not unlike a bird shot by an arrow, as the cold wind swept over her thin thighs.

It wasn’t pretty. It was a weird horrifying experience, as Kaede tumbled to her feet and rolled away, she hurriedly tried to pull her pants up, glad that there was only a small handful of wrestling ‘fans’ to watch the embarrassment.

Watch and laugh.

Assholes.

Kaede rolled out the ring and fell to the floor, where she finally managed to get her pants all the way up, screeching as she went. ”Fuckin bitch!”