Obsession's Embrace

Punishment

"Hey Rhea! Got a second?" Hunter shouts to me from the doorway of the catering area.

I sigh and plop a grape into my mouth before turning and walking towards him.

"Yeah what's up?" I ask.

"I want you and Raquel to ignite the old rivalry to set up a fight at Crown Jewel," he says.

It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. As much as I love Raquel, Liv, and Dom, I don't want to drag this shit out any longer. The fans are getting personal and increasingly ruthless in their feuds with not only each other, but with us as well. On all sides of the equation.

Instead of complaining, I nod slowly.

"Are you sure?" I ask cautiously, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

To my fucking pleasure, he nods.

"Yep it'll be great. Raquel has the details for tonight's segment if you want to get with her on it. I would run you through it but I need to get into another meeting," he says, "thanks Rhea. You're going to do great!"

I watch dumbfoundedly as he jogs off for his meeting. I'm not worried about looking great. I'm worried about the MosherZ and Liv's fans starting World War fucking III.

Rubbing my temples, I storm to my dressing room and slam the door shut behind me, making it rattle on its hinges. A loud groan sounds from my mouth. When I open my eyes, I see the last person I ever expected to see sitting in my vanity chair, watching me with a raised eyebrow and her legs crossed.

Wearing that fucking all leather outfit again. Her helmet sitting behind her on the vanity.

"What do you want?" I snap.

"Is that any way to speak to a guest?" Electra asks.

I roll my eyes and storm to my bags.

"I'm not in the mood for this, Electra."

"For what?"

"For your...your..." I stutter while grabbing my gear, "your confusing bullshit."

As soon as I see the flash of darkness in Electra's eyes, and notice that her legs slowly uncross while she goes to stand, I regret the words that just left my mouth.

"Bullshit?" She asks, then nods, not waiting for an answer.

"I-I...I mean...you're just confusing me..I don't know what this is," I try to backpedal.

But Electra shakes her head and walks up to me. I instinctively back away, knowing those all-too-familiar eyes. I've given that same look a million times.

I'm about to get my ass handed to me on a silver platter and nothing I say will stop that.

"Please-" I whisper, trying anyway before she cuts me off by gripping my throat.

"I don't care how bad of a day, week, or month you're having. I don't appreciate the fucking attitude. The disrespect is one thing I can't stand," she speaks through gritted teeth, tilting her head at me before adding, "I thought you of all people would understand that."

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

She smirks.

"Not yet you're not. How short are your gear shorts tonight?" She asks.

"Sh-Short.." I whisper breathlessly as her grip around my throat tightens.

"Good. I want everyone to be questioning your red handprinted ass tomorrow as your main punishment."

"No please, Electra!" I beg uselessly.

I know deep down there's no getting out of this. I've dealt my fair share of punishments. It's only now that I know why they always try begging anyway. It's the fear mixed with excitement. I want the punishment as much as I am terrified of it.

A gasp escapes my lips as she spins me around and presses my front against the wall. Electra drops my shorts to my knees and immediately starts swatting my ass. Fucking hard. Hard as fuck. Harder than I would have ever imagined this feeling like.

Whimpers and cries of pain fill the room. I put my hands back to cover my ass, only to have her slap them too before she uses her free hand to hold my wrists up, locking them behind me while she holds me against the wall. I wiggle, writhe and try to squirm my way out of her grasp to no use.

Cries flow from my mouth with every slap. The stinging becoming unbearable, but also pleasurable. It's confusing. It's exciting. It's painful as fuck. But as much as I want her to keep going, I need her to stop.

"Please! I'm sorry," I cry.

Only then does the assault on my ass stop. She lets my arms go and I cry. Falling to my knees and whimpering, crying as Electra catches me and holds me in her arms. She scoops me up, walking me to the couch and sitting with me on her lap. My head falls to her shoulder as she rubs my back.

"Work's been tough?" She asks.

I nod and sniff as my cries lessen.

"You're going to get through it, Rhea. You know you will."

Sighing, I nod before looking at her and frowning.

"How did you get in here?" I ask.

Electra smirks and chuckles.

"Your shorts are around your knees, your ass is red and probably burning. And you ask me that now?" She shakes her head, "I have my ways, babygirl."

With that, she taps my ass and I cringe before scooting off her lap to a stand. I strip out of my clothes and grab my gear. Pulling it on, I turn to Electra, who's walking to her helmet.

"You're not staying?" I ask.

She grins at me through the vanity mirror.

"And miss you kick ass tonight? Of course I'm staying. But I very well can't stay back here. I know people heard your cries. It's a matter of time before they check on you."

I nod slowly. Turning slightly to look at the red handprints on my ass.

"My mosherz will have a field day," I whisper.

Tears well up in my eyes again as I think of the let down they must feel by this storyline. Electra walks over and grabs my chin with one hand, her helmet in the other.

"Meet me outside after the show. I have something I want to show you," she says.

I look in her eyes and hesitate. Is this a good idea? After all, she is my stalker at the end of the day. Sighing in defeat, I nod.

"Good girl. Have fun, babygirl," she winks before pulling her helmet on and leaving me alone in the dressing room.