Mistress Natalia vs Mistress Tasha

Tasha grinned, patting the crop whip in her hand. "Hehe. You lost, Natalia. Passed out. Now your punishment begins. But first, I want you, while addressing me properly, tell the whole crowd what just happened to you, in detail." She ordered.

Natalia struggled a little against the bindings, she could feel that her sex still felt like it was on fire due to her orgasm and being on the straddle now wasn't helping.

".. nh... Kiss my ass.." Natalia hissed, coming around a lot more from her sleepy state and looking back over her shoulder at Tasha. "You don't tell me what to do.."

Tasha smirked, knowing she was going to get an answer like that, and swat the crop whip hard across her face in response.

"You are the one who agreed to this deal. Are you saying to this lovely crowd that you in fact go back on your word?" She asked, patting the crop whip in her hand as she awaited her answer.

The crop slapped across Natalia's cheek and made her head snap the other way, a little spittle flying from her lips and her green hair flung across her face. She groaned as if in pleasure but not a groan like when she was in the submission hold, that one was of pure pleasure where this wasn't. She turned her head back with a lash mark across her face.

"I didn't agree to do what you tell me to!! ...So whip me and have your fun, but you won't be breaking or humiliating me today."

"Hmph... killjoy." She replied, striking the whip across her breasts afterwards, then walked around her, pressing on her back and forcing her to bend over on the straddle horse.

Natalia hisses from the sharp crack of the leather crop striking the across her breasts, unable to defend herself with her arms tied snugly behind the small of her back...

She was forced down against the straddle so that her breasts go either side of it... Her butt cheeks tighten and present themselves deliciously to Tasha, she might be able to notice now that there is already what seems to be whip and lash marks all across Natalia's butt... The marks are very old and now faint, but when they were done the lashing and whipping must have been excessively rough. Perhaps more so then even a normal mistress would dare to do to their slaves for fear of marring their beautiful looks.

Tasha stopped for a moment, seeing those marks, and slowly traced her gloved fingers over them, staring at them intently. "...Who on earth did that to you??"

Natalia breathed out softly as the leather gloved hand stroked over her butt, expecting to feel leather there but not of the gloved hand but instead of the whip.

"Hmph.." She huffed "None of your business sweetie."

Tasha frowned a little as Natalia acted sour towards her. "Come on, honey. Don't be sore at me because you lost. What happened to you, I really want to know." She pried.

Natalia's biting tone of voice softened, but only a little.. She squinted at Tasha from over her shoulder and then cackled that annoying arrogant domineering laugh she had in previous matches with Tasha.

"You want to know? Ha... You best be not thinking of taking pity on me because of a few old lash marks, cause I don't want your pity... I find it insulting."