The Newbie's Prize

Janet laughed again, putting her hands on her hips as Rachel sat up, temporarily obscuring the beautiful art on her rear end, and asked what was going to happen now. “Simple,” the Lakota girl replied. “Iâ€m going to carry you down to breakfast over my shoulder and show off my art to everyone in the building. Unless you want to try to stop me.”

Rachel flopped on the the bed. "Nah...I carried you off the mat, so I guess you can carry me down." she conceded. With a smirk she stuck out her tongue. "Besides, you wanted to frame your ass, so we both get to show off either way."

“Hmm,” Janet hummed, as Rachel seemed to be happy to agree to her terms. The Lakota girl had thought this would be more difficult. Well, the easier the redhead capitulated, the easier these next couple hours would go for Lady Lakota. Of course, when reminded that her own ass would be on display, as well, Janet let out a little “tsk.” She had sort of forgotten about that, and had been hoping to focus the embarrassment on Racy Tracy.

“Well, sure, sweetie,” she conceded, flipping Tracy over onto her stomach once again with one hand. The Lakota would then pick up the marker once more, smiling a little. “I think youâ€re going to need a bit more design work, though, before youâ€re ready to make your grand appearance.”

Rachel squirmed as the cold markers squeaked along her bottom. The redhead's giggling was a stark contrast to the pouty look on her face. While laying down she grabbed her bra and panties so that Janet could tie her when she brought her down.

As the scribbling continued, Racy Tracy looked over her shoulder. "What are you doing back there?" she laughed.

“Working on my masterpiece,” Janet said, sticking her tongue out as she worked. Between the heart, the message, the mini-Janet, and the label, Rachelâ€s posterior was already pretty crowded. She would need to expand her canvas to the girlâ€s lower back and her thighs if she was going to fit anything else in. Carefully, the Lakota girl would begin moving the markers down from Racy Tracyâ€s rump to her legs, drawing various doodles—flowers, stick figures, and more. More importantly, she would draw an imitation of a highway sign on Rachelâ€s right thigh, pointing towards her rear end and declaring “My Favorite Ass, 6 in.”

Meanwhile, Janet would work her artistic magic up on Rachelâ€s back, drawing small reproductions of herself and Rachel wrestling and fighting. In every small image, Janet was getting the better of her redheaded opponent, giving her a wedgie, spanking her, or sitting on her face.

“Looks good to me,” the Lakota said at last, setting the marker down and picking up the camera. After taking a picture, she would show it to Rachel once again. “Whatcha think, Tracy?”

Rachel looked at the photo and grinned, blushing. "I feel like an easel..." She said, sticking out her tongue. Glancing over to a pile of stuff, she noticed an empty picture frame. "Ha, it's probably good enough to frame, though!" she giggled. With a twinkle in her eye she looked at Janet. "So now what?"

Janet looked over to the pile of stuff when Rachel mentioned her rear end looked good enough to frame. She couldnâ€t help but give the redhead a strange look. “Is that a picture frame? Why do you have so much random stuff laying around here?” she asked, patting Rachelâ€s rump fondly. “Tracy, Tracy, you are one silly little girl.” She laid back down across the bed, letting out a relaxed sigh.

When Tracy asked what now, Janet had to pause and think for a moment. Then she smiled. “Well, we still have, what, maybe forty-five minutes or so before our time together is up?” she said. “How would you feel about having one more little contest? More of a game, even, than a contest. But this one is for all the marbles.”

Rachel shrugged at the random remark. "Don't ask me, it was there when I got here."

Looking at Janet lay outon her bed, the girl's curves glistening in the light, she smiled. "Ehat kinda game?" She asked, getting that devilish twink in her eye.

“Well, itâ€s just a simple idea, so if you have any suggestions, let me know,” Janet would begin to explain. “Basically, though, whoever loses—and I bet itâ€s going to be you—is going to have another layer of embarrassment added on once we leave this room. To be honest, itâ€s sort of just an excuse to draw on you more, and I felt sort of bad that you couldnâ€t fight back.” Janet would laugh and stick her tongue out at the redhead.

“We both start trying to draw on each other, and the goal is to completely cover the otherâ€s body in drawings—at least one or two things on pretty much every body part. Whoever covers the other first gets to be the one to get dressed and take the other down over her shoulder.” She chuckled again, then added: “And if we tie, we can always settle it with a spanking contest. Or just see who can tie up who first.”

Janet would flop down on her belly on the bed and look up at Tracy. “So, unless you have a better idea—and Iâ€d be happy to hear one—Iâ€ll at least let you catch up and draw as much on me as I have on you.”

Rachel tilted her head. She was intrigued by the drawing, but she had an idea of her own. "How about this. Either we can do the drawing, OR a speed challenge. 5 minutes to crawl through the rungs of the chair. Loser get's their rear displayed in that picture frame, tie breaker is the spanking contest."

Giggling, she bounced slightly on the bed. "Which do you want?"