... and Punsihment

Sophia assumed that Rebecca would just holler and be annoyed. She expected as much, having applied a bright, glowing welt to Bec's perfect ass with a wet towel cat-tail! Sophia always thought Becs to be a passive-type. However, Becs hadn't told Sophia that she had been taking karate and self-defense at the Student Union. Nor did she mention she had practiced her throws on her boyfriend, Trey. Nor also had she mentioned all of the extra work on her legs she had done at the gym.

Becs is now 5'-10" tall, and 165 pounds. Despite the ample chest and womanly curves, she has a relatively lean body mass. She easily projects style, grace, and feminine power. She stops conversations whenever she walks in a room, even if she is wearing old sweatpants and a t-shirt. She'll deeply study her options when deciding to buy either a new pair of Manolo fuck-me pumps, or a pair of the latest Adidas soccer boots. She can comment equally well on the merits/demerits of Kierkegaard or Lady Gaga. She can wither you with one glare from her striking green eyes.

Thus, Sophia was rather surprised when Becs quickly and deftly grabbed her by the arm, and in one strong move, hoisted Sophia over her shoulder, fireman-style. Before Sophia had time to protest, Becca deposited Sophia, ass-first, into a nearby towel hamper. Sophia wasn't sure at that point if it would have been better to have received a snap on her ass in reply, rather than the funny looks and laughs from the other women in the locker room.

Sophia has leaned a lesson on underestimation again. She did recall later that she kind of liked being "woman-handled". She had never been manipulated like that by anyone, much less a beautiful and naked woman. The thought made her shiver and smile a bit. Would Becs like a rematch, perhaps?