Money Mella Maes Her Mar

For Brie Bella, 7 days had never felt so long, and 8 had never been so emotionally draining. Just over a week ago, Brie was on top of the world, standing alongside her Money Mistress as Carmella notched her first win at WrestleMania against that uppity little bitch Alexa Bliss. Fast-forward to Alexa's punishment for losing, as Brie was chipping at The Princess of Staten Island's impenetrable armor, trying desperately to prove not that she deserved to be fucked in the ass for the first time since devoting her life to Carmella, but that she truly appreciated her role, regardless of the circumstances.

Brie was proud to be Mella's whore, and she showed it by standing up to her selfish twin sister, offering ideas that ultimately helped score Carmella the victory and in turn, Alexa's biscuit butt, and excelling at the few and far between opportunities she'd been given. Brie was on fire, but all it takes is a little water for a blazing inferno to go POOF! Up in smoke.

Failure to break Alexa resulted in the blame falling in Brie's lap, Mella blaming the younger Bella's lack of judgment in the moment. Brie was promptly banished from the hotel room, finding comfort in the room where Sasha, AJ, and Zelina had been shacking up with Alexa's bitches, but a solemn coldness ever since.

Sasha rushed to the arena for her Mania match and never returned and eventually, AJ and Zelina left as well. Soon, B5 was all alone, and for 7 long days, that is exactly where her Money Mistress kept her, far beyond Brie's longest time without contact from Carmella, and as the clock ticked, and hours turned into days, Brie began to wonder if Mella was ever going to contact her at all, that perhaps, she'd been completely abandoned. That thought was scariest of all.

Even still, Brie knew that none of this was her fault, that Mella could've broken Alexa with or without her help, and that in the moment, Mella would've blamed anybody except herself. Brie was the easiest choice for "fall guy". Always had been.

For whatever reason though, Brie still felt guilty, the thought of displeasing her mistress even if it couldn't be helped was distressing. Ever since, her stomach had been in knots, Brie constantly checking her phone hoping to see a text demand that would bring her back before The Fabulous One, allowing her to beg for forgiveness. When it finally did, Brie ran so fast out of the hotel room that she nearly cracked the floor, so incredibly overjoyed in spite of what awaited her. What awaited behind the door that she now stood in front of, five minutes later.

Brie knocked on the door, reading through the single form of contact that she'd had with her mistress since last night. A text, reading, "It's time to accept your punishment", casually flavored with a dollar sign emoji. After a few tense moments, Brie's phone buzzed in her hand. Another message from Carmella.

"It's open." A bad sign in Brie's eyes; Mella was still too mad to even speak directly to her.

Brie turned the knob and sure enough, the door began to creak to the pounding of B5's heartbeat. She slowly pushed it open and stepped inside, immediately subject to a familiar sight. Her Money Mistress sat on the couch on the far wall, scrolling through her phone to pass the time. More familiar was where Carmella's Cool Grey Retro Jordan 11's rested on the back of Brie's twin sister, Nikki, a sight that directly mirrored the night Brie became hers. Only this time, Nikki wasn't tied up, with humiliating messages scrawled throughout her luxurious body. A lump grew in Brie's throat as she instinctively fell to her knees.

With her eyes still glued to her phone screen, Mella emphatically snapped her fingers, a silent order demanding that Brie begin to crawl. Carmella's eyes never left her phone, and Brie's never left Carmella, right up until she knelt right by her Mistress's side. Mella stayed silent, a vein pulsating on her forehead; yep, still pissed.

There they sat, for an uncomfortable amount of time in pure silence until several minutes later, Carmella finally tossed her phone aside, and turned her attention towards B5.

"You may speak now," were the only solemn words that Carmella offered.

Brie wasted no time rattling off canned line after canned line, the same song and dance she always used but one she felt genuinely about. "Mistress, I'm so, so sorry that I cost you Alexa. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let her connive like that. I should've told you that she was just trying to get in your head. I didn't want to speak out of turn, but I should have. I'd rather take a million punishments for talking without permission than cost you another bitch." Brie took a second to breathe.

"Go on," Mella ordered, and once she'd collected herself, Brie did just that.

"Please, punish me, Mistress. I deserve it! I ruined your night and I'm so sorry. Words can't express how guilty I feel! So please, punish me! I...I just hope my suffering is painful enough to ease my guilt." The longer Brie went, the more hysterical she became, to the point where she was essentially balling her eyes out by the end of her speech.

Carmella let Brie's impassioned words sink in, only responding another several minutes later, after she'd had time to properly think them over. "It's not all your fault, Brie. Just mostly your fault." For some reason, that brief statement brought a happy little smile to Brie's face.

"I should've known better myself, you know? And Nikki was there too, and she didn't do anything because obviously, she's fucking worthless. But even though I know not everything is on you, I can't help but feel like you hold the lionshare of the blame." Brie simply shook her head in agreement as Mella continued.

"I should've known better, Nikki should've known better, but you did know better, and still, you did nothing! That's how pathetic you are, Brie! Weak, pathetic, and unreliable! After all this time, that's what I still see when I look at you. The same little bitch who waltzed into my hotel room and practically fucking demanded I fuck her worthless hole! The same little bitch who thought she was doing me, of all people, a favor by submitting that hole for use!" Brie lowered her head in shame.

"But I suppose none of what I've just said is news to you. You're well aware of how utterly useless you are, aren't you, Brie?"

Brie nodded slowly. "Yes, my Money Mistress. I'm sorry I'm so useless."

"No you're not," Mella casually denied. "If you were, I wouldn't be so fuckin' embarrassed to be your owner! But again, I guess that much can't be helped. You've begged me to punish you, so perhaps, at least in some regard, your sentiments are genuine."

Finally removing her feet from Nikki's back, Carmella stood up, only to kneel and meet Brie eye to eye. "Soooo...you really want me to punish you, huh? Fuck you up real good?"

Brie nodded. "More than anything. I deserve it."

Money Mella ended the brief back-and-forth there. Instead of responding, she casually trotted back over to the couch, plopped down, put her hands behind her head, and kicked her feet up on the Nikki Bella-shaped ottoman. "Well, what are you waiting for, a fuckin' drumroll? Strip!"

"Yes, right away, my Money Mistress!" Brie gleefully obeyed, rising to her feet, and running the straps of her dress between her fingers. The dress in question, a simple coral blue sundress that cut off just above the knee, didn't last long on Brie's body. With a strap in each hand, she teased the top of her cleavage, putting on a show before slowly lowering it down and removing her completely, revealing her right and toned mommy body, covered only by what appeared to be a very expensive looking bra and panty set.

After the dress, the bra was the first to go, with Brie performing a little shake to get those beautiful tits of hers in motion as she fiddled with the hooks on the back. Soon, they were unclasped, allowing the rest of the top to collapse, but Brie skillfully kept her breasts covered, building up the anticipation for the reveal, just like she knew Mella wanted her to. Eventually she let go, allowing pretty little tits to flop; Mella ogled them for a bit, but everyone knew what she really wanted to see.

So Brie moved her performance along, turning around and, after throwing her ass back for a few seconds, pulling her panties down leisurely. Just like her bra, they too, were tossed aside, along with the heels that had been complimenting her outfit, leaving Brie's body completely bare and ready to accept her punishment.

"Get over here, bitch. I'm gonna teach you a lesson about letting me down," Carmella demanded and Brie hurried to her side, completely aware of where her Money Mistress wanted to start. A spanking, the most effective way to punish a worthless whore for acting out. Particularly cruel tops delivering particularly brutal spankings could leave a bitch's ass sore for weeks, the welts and bruises making something as simple as sitting down a huge pain in the...uh...well...ass!

Mella had never been known to take it that far, to those extreme levels, but Brie was kinda hoping she would. That way, she'd truly get to suffer for letting The Princess of Staten Island down. She failed her mistress and now, it was time to pay. Brie began to crawl into position for her well-deserved spanking but her face was met by Carmella's palm. She was stopped dead in her tracks.

"Nope," Mella sassily declared. Brie looked back and tilted her head confusedly, leading Carmella to explain. "I'm gonna spank your ass, bitch, don't worry. But I had somethin' a little different in mind." Without elaborating any further, The Fabulous One seized her slave's arm, practically yanking it out of its socket as she pulled Brie and muscled her around until she was in the desired position. Several moments of fiddling later, and Carmella had forced Brie into what she seemed the "ideal" position.

Wheelbarrow. Brie's face teased dropping to the floor, her relatively thin arms forced to keep her upper body elevated. Her legs outstretched, one by each of Mella's sides. It was incredibly strange but comforting, as well; Brie knew that this way, Mella would really make her pay.

"Don't you dare move a muscle, whore! You keep that ass right where it is! I don't care how much it hurts or how sore your arms get! The number here is...drumroll please...100! And you, my sweet B5, are gonna call out each and every one of them. Miss one, go ahead. I dare you. Even one, and the number becomes a 500! Is that clear?"

Brie audibly gulped; even she wasn't broken enough to want that.

"Yes, my Money Mistress," Brie agreed, and gulped again. 100 spanks was an unenviable task, especially considering Mella was likely to take her sweet time, meaning Brie would probably be forced to hold herself up like this for several hours. As much as she wanted to believe that she could do it, B5 was worried that her chances of avoiding 500 spanks was slim to none.

Nevertheless, she'd have to try and, without any further adieu, her attempt began, with the first of what promised to be 99 more crashing down on her right behind with pomp and circumstance. The pomp came with the loud, unsettling sound of flesh-on-flesh violence, and the circumstances being the visual evidence that Mella's hand left behind.

Brie whimpered, and proceeded to do her part. "One! Thank you, Mistress!"

Mella smiled and delivered the second, equally as brutal, The Princess of Staten Island shoving in as much force as she could muster. Her hand ricocheted off of Brie's tan ass meat, and the shameless sub called it out.

"Two! Thank you, Mistress!"

Then, a third.

"Three! Thank you so much, Mistress!"

And then, a fourth.

"F-Four! Thank you, Mistress!" So far, so good, but Brie still had a mountain to overcome. After all, she still had 96 to go!

Just four in, and Brie's little butt was already showing the signs of wear and tear. Bright pink marks the length of Carmella's fingers streaked across her skin, not on the actual cheeks though. They sat just below, right on her bottom, in the area just below the curvature of her ass cheeks and the top of her thighs, which would inevitably make sitting damn near impossible for the next few weeks.

Another came, and Brie responded promptly.

"Five! Thank you, Mistress."

Carmella smiled again. "Good bitch! Now, what is this?" THWAP! Another one.

"Th-That's six! Thank you for punishing me, Mistress!"

"Aww, you're welcome, whore," Mella smiled warmly as she battered that butt again, delivering seven, eight, and nine in succession. As expected, Brie did her part and responded in kind.

"S-Seven, e-eight, n-nine!" The trio of back-to-back-to-back slaps was especially brutal, so much so that Brie nearly forgot to gratefully say, "T-Thanks, Mistress", but she ultimately remembered, just in the nick of time.

Just nine spanks in, and Brie Bella's beautiful little booty was already showing signs of wear and tear. The tiny pink streaks that had formed as a result of the first few had become lost in the surrounding, stinging fuchsia. Thankfully, her arms were still nearly 100%, but with so much to go, Brie worried that she wouldn't be able to hold up. She'd try, though! Dammit, she'd try if it was the last thing she ever used her arms for!

Try she did, through another rough strike, and a following five that rattled off painfully slowly, and then another ten after that. Number 26 felt just as painful as the 25 that came before it, and 27 was even worse. And as Brie suffered through her "thirties", that became a recurring theme.

Nearly 45 minutes had elapsed already, with Brie still less than halfway through her overall punishment. Her arms hadn't buckled yet, but the pain on her face was evident, and so too, her ass. With every brutal smack, the marks on her butt grew darker, angrier, throbbing from the extended abuse. Mella's plodding pace didn't help matters either, and unlike other times Brie had been spanked for this long, Carmella wasn't massaging away the pain. Only adding to it, and when she finally hit her next milestone, The Princess of Staten Island did exactly that and then some.

"F...F-Forty... thank you, Mistress," Brie whimpered weakly, the effects beginning to mount.

"Just like the other 39 times, you're quite welcome, slut. But uh, I really don't need to hear that everytime. It's a bit tiring. And you know, my hands are getting kinda tired, too. Nikki, would you be a dear and bring me a paddle from my bag?"

Nikki nodded and Brie gulped. What were already insurmountable odds just became downright impossible.

Nicole quickly fetched a wooden paddle, and returned moments later with the object in her mouth like a good bitch. Mommy Mella rewarded her pet with a head pat, and collected the paddle.

"Are you ready for a real challenge, Brie? Huh?! Do you really want to show me how sorry you really are? Then, let's see if you can withstand the rest of your punishment with this little baby," Mella pressed, running one of the paddle's smooth, finished sides across Brie's equally smooth ass cheeks, building anticipation for that painful moment, but keeping it suspenseful until finally, it happened.

The wood smashed into her already battered and bruised butt. Brie wailed in anguish as Carmella cackled maniacally, and Nikki looked on with harrow and worry. They may be competitors for their Money Mistress's love, affection, and attention but at the end of the day, they're still sisters. Twins.

The first time the paddle came in contact with her bum was the first time Brie felt her arms buckle. She held up, but it was a sign of worse things to come. Still though, Brie responded, just as she always had.

"F...F...Forty-one." Brie didn't even thank her Mistress, though that was mostly her taking what Carmella said about thanking her everytime to heart.

"Nice, nice, and then, this is?" Mella asked with another thunderous swat.

"Forty....two!"

Another.

"F...Forty...three!"

Another, and tears began to fall down Brie's face. She was in so much pain, she couldn't hold back anymore. Yet still, she called out her number.

With a snivel, she declared, "F-Forty-four." And through the next five, then ten, and then 16, the ability Brie once had to respond gleefully, was nothing more than a pathetic memory. Brie suffered through another six, finally passing the halfway mark. But at this rate, it didn't look like she'd make it much further.

With the wooden paddle, the pain was so much more intense, not even the darkest, most sadistic side of Brie could find pleasure in that torture. Besides...besides the euphoric look on her Mistress's face. The joy that Carmella took in punishing her; that's what kept Brie going, long past her expiration date.

Her arms, already not the strongest or most muscular for a professional wrestler, were so incredibly sore, almost completely numb in a way. The younger Bella couldn't believe they were still holding up, albeit not as forcefully as they once had. Through the sixties and ultimately the seventies, bringing her up to her last major milestone: three-fourths of her total.

"S...s....seventy....f-f-ive," Brie weakly let out, Nikki's less-successful twin sister physically and emotionally spent after amassing nearly three hours of ass-oriented punishment. Never, not in her wildest dreams, did Brie think she would last this long, come this close to the finish line; just 25 more, and she'd avoid 500 total.

God, just thinking about that number sent chills down her spine. 500? Surely that was physically impossible, right? Like, the skin on her ass would never recover after that! But in any case, Brie's persistence proved effective and now, she was nearly finished proving how genuine her guilt was.

Nobody, not even Carmella, was as surprised that Brie had managed to pull through as her own sister, Nikki. The woman that Brie once passionately referred to as, "her Sistress". For both were "chained and trained" by their Money Mistress, Nikki spent her days pretending to be some alpha-contender, a standard-bearer for women's wrestling and dominants everywhere, a complete and utter joke looking back but then, as serious as the war zone currently calling Brie's butt home.

Back then, Brie was Nikki's favorite slut, a huge reason for that being that they were sisters, identical twins. Since becoming competing bottoms, those familial feelings had dissipated, but no amount of time or ill will can rewrite DNA. They are family, twin sisters and nothing could take that away. Even through all the mindless competition, Nikki still cared for her baby sister and right now, she could see that little Brie was suffering.

Suffering physically, from the several hours of abuse that Nikki called torture for having to sit and watch. But, also suffering emotionally from having to balance the worst of Carmella's rigorous punishment whilst also convincing herself that she deserved it. And through everything, Brie has survived 75 spanks, many of which came from the wooden paddle that had practically doubled the damage received from Mella's hand alone. 76 came, and once it did, it was glaringly obvious that even though Brie was so close to finishing, she couldn't take anymore.

She called it out, squeaking, "Se...ven...ty...six," but Brie had barely managed to stop hollering in pain long enough to do that. Tears had rolled down her beautiful face so long, layers had dried up along her cheeks; her pain was overwhelming, and the only time she wasn't screaming was when she performed her oral obligation. 77, 78, 79 over the course of the next ten minutes, and Brie's arms wobbled like crazy; she couldn't take it anymore.

Failing to hold up was one thing, though. The look on Brie's face made it quite obvious that she was going to give. She was going to beg for mercy, plead for Carmella to let her off early. That she was sorry, but she couldn't take it anymore. Nikki could see it in her eyes, and for the first time in a while, she felt a sudden, irresistible urge to protect her little sister. 80, 81, 82, 83, and Brie hung her head low, opened her mouth, and prepared to end it all. But Nicole didn't let her.