The Newbie's Prize

Janet was a little surprised when she didnâ€t feel any retaliatory spanking. She figured that Rachel must simply be so distracted that she didnâ€t even think of it. The Native American girl did not know the advantage she had in that regard, with her chair tilted slightly to her right so that she had unlimited access to her opponentâ€s ass, whereas Racy Tracy did not have the same.

By the sound of the redheadâ€s shrieks, it sounded like she had hit a sweet spot, and so Janet would focus her attacks right there, trying to turn the girlâ€s bottom as red as her hair. “Come on, Tracy! Fight back!” she teased, as she resumed her attempts at freeing herself with her other hand.

Rachel panted as Janet let up. With a whine of despair she flailed her arms, but just missing the Lakota's rump, when they were so close...

With a grunt she heaved towards Janet. The chair scooted to the right a little, not enough to reach, but all the same Rachel smircked. "Squirm all you want, her I come!" She teased.

Janet kept on laughing as she watched her redheaded friend flailing her arms, only to come up a couple inches short of her beautiful, tan Lakota posterior. Rachel heaved herself forward, scooting her chair a little closer to Janetâ€s, and the Native American girl knew that soon she would be paid back for the punishment she was inflicting upon her friendâ€s behind. But she would not let up. With one hand, she would continue pushing against her chair, trying to squeeze herself through, though it was looking more and more like a useless struggle. The other hand would continue to heat Rachelâ€s hindquarters, smacking hard into those two plump, jiggly cheeks again and again and again.

“Oh, Iâ€m so scared, Tracy!” Janet taunted, though she did begin to feel a little anxious as she waited to see whether or not the other girl would reach her rear end.

With a cry of desperation Rachel lunged again. The force squished her ass again, which refused to move, but her chair scooted again, and suddenly she felt skin! "Aha!" She squeaked as Janet landed another one. She gripped her hand, squeezing the Lakota's bum and pulling herself a few inches closer. "Now I-ah!-got you!" She yelped.

With a wicked grin she spanked Janet-hard. The tan rump jiggled as her palm made contact. The surface rippled and bounced as tge redhead swatted again and again, extracting much needed revemge. The closer Rachel was though, the better she saw-Janet seemed further through than her!

It had only been a matter of time before Rachel had managed to inch herself over to within striking distance of Janetâ€s bum, and now, the redhead began to pay the Native American girl back with interest, her hand a blur as it rapidly swung back and forward, striking Janetâ€s tanner rump again and again and again. “Ooooh!” Janet gasped, a strained smile on her face as she endured the torturous spanking. “Oh! Ah! Aaaheheh!”

She would, meanwhile, try to continue her own assault, smacking Racy Tracyâ€s ass with the same frantic rhythm with which her own was being abused. Not being able to see her own progress, Janet had no idea how far along she was in comparison to Rachel—all she knew was that both of them were stuck pretty good, their plush, plump rear ends far too big to fit through the narrow space provided. Right now, winning was only a secondary goal, while her main mission was to win this spanking contest which had erupted between the two girls.

“Take this! Aah! And that! Eep!” Janet called out with each blow, trying to stifle her squeals as she was spanked herself.

Rachel squeaked and squirmed in the hole as her ass was pummeled. "Eeek! Aah, aah, AAH!" She cried, trying to continue her own spanking. She continued to slap the Lakota's bum, and a faint red glow started to form. She could only imagine her own rear. The redhead bit her lip-she couldn't hold out much longer. On top of it, her spanking seemed to be every so slowly pushing Janet!

Janet winced with every slap her bottom was forced to endure. She could feel her butt getting warmer, and most likely redder as it was punished by Racy Tracy. Janet had had a head start, however, and that, coupled with the spanking that she had given her friend earlier, meant that the redheadâ€s butt was almost the same bright color as her hair.

“Oh! Aahp!” Janet continued to cry out, biting her lip as she tried to endure. Despite the fact that they were now once again in a largely even exchange, the Native American girl felt pretty confident. The more she looked at Rachelâ€s rear end, the more she felt that she was just a couple inches further through. She continued to use her non-spanking hand to push at the chair, hearing it creak and groan, feeling her smooth hips and big, round rump ever so slowly pushing through the narrow opening. “G-give up, Tracy! Eep!”

(sorry for late reply) Rachel squirmed and squeaked. "Nah! Never!" she whined, wincing at the recurring slaps. She could feel her ass warming more and more. Her own slaps were weakening. Her sore rump wiggled in it's prison. For all her efforts, it seemed the redhead was slowly giving in.

Finally, just as the soreness in her rump was beginning to approach intolerable levels, Janet felt Tracyâ€s slaps beginning to slow down. The Lakota, spurred on by this new development, would only double the power behind her own spanking. Her ass felt as warm as a roaring fire, but she intended to make the redheadâ€s as hot as the surface of the sun. She would continue to press her advantage, smirking as her friend seemed to be beginning to give in.

“You sure you donâ€t want to give up, Tracy?” Janet asked teasingly. “Maybe thisâ€ll convince you.” Janet would then proceed to up the ante, slipping one hand in between the redheadâ€s plump, jiggling ass cheeks, trying to press her middle finger up into Rachelâ€s butt, giving her an anal fingering and a spanking at the same time. “Try to keep up, Tracy, if you can! Or just submit!”

Rachel's eyes widened. "EEEYAA!" she shrieked as Janet's finger squeezed into her taught hole. She squirmed and wiggled, her rump squishing against the tight frame. She grimaced-Janet's crotch was just out of reach to her own fingers.

As gasps escaped her lips from each thrust of the finger, she resorted to grasping one of the Lakota's bountiful cheeks and tugging. She pulled and yanked and squezed and squished between her hands, hoping to stimulate Janet and maybe pull her back a bit.