The Newbie's Prize

“Hmm, would you rather do the chair thing?” Janet said with a smile, reaching out with one hand to ruffle the redheadâ€s soft hair. “Tracy, you really do seem to love getting me stuck. And getting yourself stuck, too, for that matter.” She laughed a little. “I would think it was weird, if I didnâ€t see the appeal of it, myself.”

She would roll over to the side of the bed, getting back up onto her feet. “We can do your idea,” Janet said, stretching out her arms and looking down at Rachel with a sinister little smile. “But, when you lose, Iâ€m going to finish my little art project, and then frame you for everyone to enjoy. Although I really wouldnâ€t mind having to go to that spanking contest to decide a winner…” She purred and licked her lips, imagining it.

Rachel giggled, pushing Janet gently. "It's strange, but I find it so...exciting!" She said with glee. The redhead got up and stretched, shaking her breasts in front of the Lakota. "And I love the spanking idea." She cooed. Sliding the chair over, she flashed that wicked grin. "So, who should go first?"

Janet leaned her head back on her hand and enjoyed the sight of Rachel bouncing to her feet and shaking her breasts alluringly. The redhead was certainly quite the lively character, and Janet felt just a little bit exhausted after such a long night, going at it almost without rest. Of course, she was vivacious herself—she hoped that her friend was feeling just a little tired, as well.

“I understand,” Janet said with a nod, getting to her feet. “Iâ€d never tried it before, but I can see the appeal.” She walked over to Rachel and gave the redhead a teasing slap on the ass. “As for the spanking…I think we might have to go to the tiebreaker no matter what the result of this contest is. I donâ€t think Iâ€ll be able to help myself.” She laughed, then finished: “As far as who should go first…well, I wish that we had a couple of chairs so that we could do a true head-to-head contest. If we canâ€t do that, I guess we could flip a coin, or something.”

The redhead giggled as Janet slapped her ass. "But if we had two chairs and we both got stuck, then what?" she asked, giving the lakota girl a return slap. With a smirck she started rummaging in her drawer, shaking her lucious ass left and right as she purposely "searched" for a quarter. With a chuckle she grinned. "You know, after all this is over, I'm coming back her and sleeping for the rest of the day." she quipped.

Standing up right, she tossed the coin up and down. "So, heads or tails?"

Janet giggled as Rachel slapped her ass in return. They had already done quite a number on each otherâ€s rear ends, but the Lakota girl was really hoping that they could have that spanking contest before they went downstairs. It was sort of funny—after pleasuring and punishing each otherâ€s asses in pretty much every other way, they still had not done any significant amount of spanking. Maybe it was just that neither really wanted to see the otherâ€s perfect rump tarnished by redness and possible bruising.

Janet leaned back and enjoyed the view as Racy Tracy went rummaging for a quarter, obviously putting on a little show. “If we both got stuck,” she said, licking her lips, “I think that would just add to the excitement.” She walked over to the redhead and put a hand on the girlâ€s ass, giving it a hard squeeze as she straightened up. “You know, if you donâ€t mind, Iâ€d love to join you for naptime, even though our official time will be up. We can take a break from the contests and just relax for a while…”

Rachel brightened at the idea. "That'd be great." She said, smiling. She placed a finger to her lips as she considered the second chair. "You know, maybe you're right..." she said. Walking to the other room, she grabbed the second chair and brought it in. "Here ya go!" She said, grinning.

Getting on all fours and wiggling her rear in the air, she giggled. The redhead looked up with a grin. "Ready when you are!"

“Great,” Janet said, smiling back at the redhead. “Weâ€ve had so much fun, but itâ€s been absolutely exhausting. We could both use a nice long nap, and we might as well take one together.”

Then, somewhat to her surprise, Rachel seemed to change her mind about adding the second chair, and pulled one over from the nearby table, sliding it in front of the Native American girl. Janet would watch Rachel get down on all fours and wiggle her ass, and would soon imitate the motion, just sliding the chair forward a little first so that it was right next to the redheadâ€s, but facing in the opposite direction.

“I want to be able to give that rump of yours the encouragement it needs to make it through in time,” she explained coyly. She traced the outline of one of the cheeks with a finger. “Iâ€m ready to go, sweetie.”

Rachel shivered as Janet traced her rear. "On 3!" She shouted. "One..."

"Two...

"THREE!" She cried, lunging forward. Her arms flew between the bars, followed by her head. With the easy part out of the way, her breasts slapped the rungs. "Hnngh, come onnnn..." she grumbled, bracing her hands on the chair and pushing to smoosh thoose boobs through. She looked to her right to see Janet's progress. "How ya doing?" She asked. "Shoulders make it through yet?" The redhead teased playfully.

When Rachelâ€s count reached three, Janet would waste no time in throwing herself forward, easily slipping her arms through the bars of her own chair. Her head followed, and, though it took a little longer than her arms, the Native American girl had pretty much no problem there, either. Now, though, with the easy part finished, the much harder task of squeezing her breasts through the bars began.

Though it was difficult, exhausting work, Janet found herself laughing delightedly as her breasts smacked against the wooden chair. Just one day earlier, she could not have imagined herself ever doing something like this. It was a fetish that she hadnâ€t even known existed. But she had to admit that it was actually a lot of fun—and it was turning her on. “Come on…nfff…” she groaned, as her breasts oozed against the bars. Hearing the redheadâ€s question, Janet would turn in the otherâ€s direction and stick her tongue out. “Iâ€m further through than you are, Tracy!” she insisted, though an outside observer would have probably determined the two of them to be neck-and-neck so far. “You having a little trouble stuffing those boobs through?”

Rachel grimaced as her breasts were smooshed half way through the opening. "Nnnnnngh....not as much as you!" She groaned. Wiggling left and right, she tried to inch her way through the space, but the squueze simply was too much. Her boobs were split half and half, spilling over the bar. Her feet dug into the carpet and the wood creaked as she leaned against it, inching ever so slowly forward.