Racy Tracy vs. Lady Lakota-Skinny Jeans match

Rachel giggled and cackled as she punished her opponent. She stopped suddenly, only to knead the lovely round top facing the crowd. Just as she was about to spank again, she noticed a hand reach for the indian womanhood. "Oh Janet, let me help you!" She twittered. She planted her feet along side Lakota, and stood up, trying to tug that lovely tight pair of jeans further down. Her bottom swayed seductively over The Lady's head.

When Rachel abruptly stopped spanking her, Janet was aroused from her revelry. She looked over her shoulder and saw the delightful, round posterior of her opponent hovering just above her as the redhead tried to pull her skinny jeans even further down her legs. The gravity of her situation suddenly hit Lady Lakota—if she let her foe pull down her jeans any further, it might be all but impossible for her to come back and win this match. If she wanted to be the one taking Racy Tracy home as her sex slave, she needed to strike back, and fast.

“Thank you very much for that spanking, most lovely Tracy,” Janet said. “I deserved that. But now itâ€s time for you to get what you deserve! Ha!”

She reached up and grabbed onto the waistband of Rachelâ€s skinny jeans, trying to use gravity to her advantage as she pulled on them as hard as she could. She would sweep her legs, trying to send Rachel crashing to the floor so that Janet could climb on top of her and get to work on the redheadâ€s jeans.

Rachel had struggled to move Janet's jeans-the girl had been folded up practically. She was thinking how lifting her bottom might help, no pressure or friction...

Whe she suddenly felt her own jeans were tugged! She felt her rump pop out, revealing the bright purple panties beneath. She, too, had her jeans rest just below the cheeks, making a perfect landing spot when she fell to the mat on her ass. The next thing she knew, the green panty bum was gone, and the Lakota was over her. "Oh Janet, you were wonderful." She cooed. "Andnow we match! At least, for now" she giggled confidently. But Rachel squirmed as the Lady tugged, hoping the movement would hinder her. It didn't help that the redhead was distracted by those lucious tits swinging over head...

Janet squealed with delight as she successfully removed Rachelâ€s bottom from her skinny jeans, revealing her glorious ass to the bright lights of the arena. The Lakotaâ€s eyes widened as she beheld what had to be the most perfect ass in the world. She ran a hand across one cheek fondly, feeling the smooth skin against her palm. “Oh, Tracy, this fanny of yours is just about the most beautiful thing Iâ€ve ever seen,” she marveled.

When the redhead mentioned how the two of them were matching, Janet couldnâ€t help but giggle, but she had to add a little addendum of her own. “Oh, we donâ€t match yet. Weâ€re close, but, you see…” She paused, sitting down on her opponentâ€s back, facing the girlâ€s bottom. “My butt is red, and yours is still unblemished. Now, tell me, Racy Tracy…have you been a bad girl, too?”

Rachel giggled like a little girl. "Oh yes my lady, please punish me!" She cried. She wiggled under the Lakota, her tush jiggling with the motion.

Lady Lakota smiled, rubbing her hands calmly over Rachelâ€s lovely posterior. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose I just might. You seem like an absolutely wretched girl—you deserve everything Iâ€m about to dish out to you.” She paused, giggling a little. “And then, yes, we will match. We will match exactly, in every little detail, my dear lover.”

With that, Janet brought one hand down upon one cheek, then one hand down on the other. As if she was playing the bongos, she would settle into a spanking rhythm, first one cheek, then the other, then the first, then the second again.

Rachel cried out in delight as Janet drummed her bottom. She could feel herm bottom become warm and red, and she squealed with each slap. "Oh Lady, Yes, Yes! I'm a naughty naughty litle bitch. Oh YES!" She cried in euphoria.

After a couple minutes of spanking, Janet stopped and admired her handiwork. Rachelâ€s ass, once pristine, unblemished, and milky white, had taken on a distinctly crimson hue to match that of Janetâ€s own punished posterior. “Your mistress has decided to spare you further punishment for now, you vile little temptress,” she giggled, caressing the abused bottom with one hand while giving Racy Tracy a small wedgie with the other.

Rachel moaned as Janet tugged at her panties, the fabric digging into her slit. "Oh Lady, you should never pull a horse by the reins like that." She cooed. As much as she enjoyed the punishment and pleasure, the fight wasn't over yet. She drew her legs under her and pushed, hoping he brunette backwards as she raised her now bare bum in the air. If she was really lucky, the girl would be so surprised she wouldn't let go of her luscious purple panties, and end up pulling them tighter.

Janet let out a surprised yelp as Rachel tossed her up in the air, sending her tumbling off of her. The Native American girl, however, was agile, and managed to land on her feet, still holding on to Rachelâ€s panties tightly in one hand. She offered the other hand to her lovely opponent, helping the redhead to her feet.

“Youâ€re an incredible combatant, Racy Tracy,” Janet whispered, lightly licking her opponentâ€s ear. “I am coming to like you, and to respect you, quite a lot. Therefore I will make you this promise: when I win and take you as my prisoner back to my bed, we shall share that bed as equals, rather than as master and slave.” With another tug on Rachelâ€s panties, however, the Lakota did emphasize that she intended to emerge the victress.