Mai versus Chun-Li

Down at the police station, Mai Shiranui was wrapped in a loose-fitting robe (a bath-gown, she supposed) while Chun-Li did the necessary paperwork. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “It's your own fault you're not sitting down.” Chun-Li admonished her without looking up.

“MY fault?” Mai squeaked.

“If you hadn't been dressed so inappropriately, I wouldn't have had to spank you. There are children in this competition, you know!”

“I never FLASHED them or anything! At least not until today!” Mai retorted with a glare.

Chun-Li put the pencil aside and frowned. “Looks like someone didn't learn their lesson.” She stood up and Mai backed away, arms raised as placatingly as they could be while still cuffed together.

“Let's not be hasty here!” she said nervously. Chun-Li ignored her and, to the kunoichi's surprise, unfastened her cuffs. “Take that robe off and come with me.” the INTERPOL officer instructed her.

“Off? But I'm not wearing anything...” Mai pleaded.

“Believe me, I know.”

Mai sighed exaggeratedly. “Oh, the burdens of having such a flawlessly perfect body...” She shrugged off the bath-gown and stood with her hands on her hips. Chun-Li had to force her eyes away from the ninja's incredible breasts. The officer took her prisoner by the arm and marched her, naked as the day she was born, through the station, out to the exercise yard.

To Mai's dismay, there were three fighters waiting there: the enormous Russian wrestler, the stocky sumo, and the slender Yoga practioner.

Chun-Li addressed them. “I've had my fill of this loudmouth for now, so she's all yours. Just remember to take turns...”

“You can't do this!” Mai yelped as her captor walked away, leaving her at the street fighters' mercy. Zangief was the first to come forward to inspect her. He lumbered all around her, and Mai had to fight the dual instincts of covering herself or challenging him to a match. “She is small,” the Russian said in a deep voice. “But she is big too, yes?”

Dhalsim stood on one leg and extended himself high into the air before bringing his head down to examine Mai's bottom. “There is truth in what you say. She could use much more exercise...”

“Are we going to stand here all day or are we going to do something about it?” Honda grumbled impatiently.

“In America, they would do the rock-paper-scissors game to decide who gets to go first!” Zangief said.

“You are the closest, my friend, so perhaps it is you who should begin.” Dhalsim offered.

“Don't I get a say in this??” Mai squealed nervously, but the three ignored her.

“It would be a great privilege to instruct this ninja in proper etiquette!' Zangief bellowed. Everyone seemed satisfied with that, except Mai of course, who stuck a finger in her ear to try and get her hearing back from the Russian's shout. She was caught off guard when he scooped her up with ease, slung her over his shoulder and made for one of the benches. “Helllllllp! Andy! Anyone!!” Mai cried, but no one answered. Zangief sat down on the bench and laid her over his massive knee. “It will go much easier for you if you just relax, comrade.” he advised her.

“Relax?? You're as big as two of me! Three even!” she yelped as she tried to squirm away. Her resistance was to no avail, as the massive man raised his hand up high and brought it down with a tremendous slap upon her unavoidably upturned ass. “Eeeeeeyow!” she screeched.

“Just look at the bouncing,” Honda said to Dhalsim. “The little British girl might have a nice bottom, but she knows how to treat it!”

Indeed, Mai's butt jiggled considerably as she rubbed it. Zangief tucked an arm behind her back. “Such a big yell! But you've only been hit once. Save your voice for later!” She was about to deliver a hopefully witty retort when he landed another spank to the other cheek.

“Owww!” Mai wailed. Her butt responded with more wiggling and flailing about.

“Only three more, little girl. One for each side, and one to grow on!” Zangief said jovially. The next two were faster, but somehow stung all the more. As she struggled to reach her bounteous behind and console it, the Russian stood up suddenly, sending her tumbling to the ground on all fours. “Last one! Banishing FLAT!” he roared. He spun forward, bringing the flat of his hand (glowing with a strange green light) down on Mai's protuding posterior. She sprang to her feet with a yelp and rubbed the spot where he'd struck her furiously; it was already bright red and still shaking.

“Right! My turn!” the sumo said. “Say, mister Dhalsim. I don't suppose you'd be willing to...”

“Restrain her? But of course.” the skinny Indian replied. “She's demonstrated remarkable spirit with her attempts at escape, but I believe it would be more efficient if I prevented her from doing so. The better for you to demonstrate your Hundred Hand Slap, as you say.”

Mai made a mad dash for the prison door, her breasts and ass bouncing magnificently for the three onlookers. “Chun-Liiiii!” she cried, pounding on the door. “Let me in! They're hurting meeee!” As she was about to bring her fist down on the door again, she found it ensnared by one of Dhalsim's limbs.

“Calm yourself, child. We will not do any permanent harm, and it is necessary for your own growth.” he told her. His other limbs were already upon her, pulling her back from the door. She fought with all her might, but was soon dangling in the air, with her generous glutes pushed out and presented to the sumo wrestler, who was warming up for his performance.

“The best way to fix this is with lots of exercise. Especially the thighs!” he said, rearing back for his signature move. Mai kicked and struggled, but it was no use: Honda took a step forward and began using his Hundred Hand Slap on her ass. “Crunches! Squats! Jumping jacks! That's the key!” he continued, raising his voice to be heard over her squeals and wails. “Enough of those and you won't have this!” He paused to grasp one of her considerable cheeks with his palm and jiggle it about. Zangief and Dhalsim nodded solemnly.

“But I like my body!” she said desperately.

“There's plenty to like! But don't you think you'd be happier with a firmer rear end?” Honda responded as he returned to his fast and furious spanking.

“Stop! Please! I... Ow! Ow! Ow ow ow! Owie owie owie owie owie owie owie owie ah-HOWWWWWW!” The lesson continued for another five minutes despite her protests and dancing derriere. When the Yogi finally released her, her rump was as red as the tassels of her costume and her face was as well.

“Go now. The young one Cammy is waiting for you inside.” Mai made no attempt to move, still gingerly massaging her bottom, so he sent her on her way with a small flame which she managed to outrun, once again giving all three of the fighters a show of her talents.

Back in the holding cell (surprisingly nice, considering where they were), Cammy was waiting, dressed in her usual leotard and staring out the small window, unintentionally showing off her own exceptional arse. She said nothing as Mai laid down face-first on the cot, just unfastened the lid of a small container of cream which she slowly rubbed into the kunoichi's lower cheeks. Mai was lost in thought. I really like getting spanked, but I just wish there was someone out there who wouldn't judge me for my body. Oh Andy, where are you when I want you?