Money Mella Goes Hollywood

"Oww-you bitch! Stop doing that!" Ariana demanded, but her defiance only earned her another vicious slap. And another. And another.

"Oh, Ari. You'll do good to learn that I'm the one giving orders around here, not you." Mella assured, opting to slowly caress that booty for a brief change of pace.

Ariana worriedly looked back, trembling as she asked, "Wh-What do you mean?"

"Where I come from...in my 'fake sport', us girls do more than fight," Carmella began, squeezing and groping that cute butt. "There's a hierarchy, with tops and bottoms and switches in-between."

"Like a...like a lesbian...sex...thing? That's sick!" Ariana argued, but Carmella smacked that little peach again, silencing the sassy soprano, allowing The Fabulous Diva to finish her explanation.

"Yes, exactly like that. These?" Mella informed, emphasizing by groping and jiggling Ari's butt cheek. "Girl butts? Titles are important, but in women's wrestling, claiming another girl's ass is the ultimate prize. We make bets on the matches, ass for ass. Some girls belong to others. Some tops even form alliances with each other. It's a pretty in-depth system."

Unable to stop her bottom lip from quivering as a result of the pain, Ariana groaned, "Sounds ridiculous." Of course, that trademark sass from the bratty superstar only earned her another smack to that famously-tight, tanned rump, Carmella's strong hand clattering into her cheek with incredible force.

"Nooooo. It sounds like your future, Ari."

"H-Huh?" Ariana asked cautiously.

THWACK!!!

Ari screamed and hollered in pain as Mella elaborated. "Oh, you can't put two and two together, can you? I guess I'll spell it out for you. I paid a hundred grand to bring me as close as possible to this cute little butt of yours."

"No! No...this is wrong! You can't do this!" Ariana argued, struggling in Mella's lap again, but to no avail, her squirming only leading to another harsh smack to that butt.

Carmella grinned as she caressed away the stinging pain she'd just caused. "Why not? What's so wrong about teaching an overrated little brat a lesson?"

"Hold on...what did you just say?!" Ariana snapped. "I know Goddamn well you didn't just call ME overrated. You better watch your fucking-OWW!!!"

"No, bitch, you watch your fuckin' mouth when you talk to your Money Mistress!"

"My...Money...what?"

SMACK!!!

"I'm gonna teach you some manners, Ariana. I mean, somebody's gotta do it, right?" Carmella suggested, to which Ariana immediately replied, "No!"

"Well, agree to disagree. You think you're God's gift to this world-"

"I am-OWW FUCK!" Ari interrupted, only to be interrupted herself by another harsh smack to her delicious butt.

"Stop fuckin' interrupting me, whore! That's the last time I'm gonna tell you! Is that clear?" Carmella asked, then, when Ari stayed silent, Mella slapped Grande's booty again and reiterated, "I said: is that clear?"

"Yeah, okay? It's clear!" Ari whined.

"Say, 'Yes, I understand, my Money Mistress'." Carmella ordered, only for Ariana to stubbornly go quiet again, earning her another spanking for her deeds.

"Okay, okay...fine. I understand, my Money Mistress," Ari finally succumbed, doing so with a whimper.

Carmella smiled, "Good girl! Good little Pop-Bitch! See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Bracing for the inevitable impact, Ariana squeaked out, "Maybe not for someone like you." But much to her surprise, another smack didn't come. Instead, delayed by several seconds, was a sharp tug on Ariana's trademark ponytail, jolting America's most-famous face backwards forcefully, a pain that easily rivaled and possibly surpassed that of the spanking.

Mella tightened Grande's hair around her hand as she clarified, "Let's get one thing clear, Pop-Bitch: Money Mella lays down for noooooBODY. I don't take orders and I sure as fuck don't call any other skank "Mistress". I'm the baddest bitch on the block, and ever since I got to WWE, I've been workin' my way up, collecting asses one by one. There's a dozen girls in my locker room who'd kill to be in your shoes right now."

Ariana desperately wanted to spit out another bratty one-liner in response to the fact that a dozen or more women in WWE would want to be her; she could probably think of a few hundred million more girls that wished the same thing, be it because of her looks, money, or talent, but not Carmella. But, this time, Ariana kept her sass to herself, mostly because the strain on her neck made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. This time, Ariana kept her mouth shut, allowing Carmella to continue.

"You're a lucky girl, Ariana. Beyond your wealth and fame, you've been given the privilege of calling me your Money Mistress. But with that privilege comes the task of learning how to be my bitch...." Finally, Mella released her stranglehold on Ari's ponytail, The Dangerous Woman's head falling back to a more natural position.

"This...isn't right...you won't....get away with this...." Ariana squealed, now that she was free to do so.

"But I haven't done anything wrong yet," Carmella argued, smacking Ariana's cute butt again. "I mean, unless you count the part where you dared me to put you in a wrestling hold. I mean, there's nothing illegal about that, nor is there for giving a naughty little brat a spanking? Right or wrong?"

Ari wouldn't dare admit it, but there was some sense to Mella's twisted logic. Truth, too. Between the two of them, Ari was far more intoxicated, and it was in that stupor that she practically begged Carmella to prove how real pro wrestling actually can be. She may be more rich and famous than Carmella, but she'd need an even better lawyer than already on the payroll to back her alibi.

"It's wrong, you...know it's wrong," Ari repeated, earning herself another smack in response. But, this one didn't come alone. A volley this time, a never-ending volley, it seemed. One after another, each one crashing into her butt with as much force as the last. Left cheek, right cheek, the spanking wasn't bare so at times it was difficult to tell, though it hardly mattered. Carmella wasn't aiming, just destroying. And poor, helpless Ariana was feeling the effects.

Obviously she couldn't see it and, sadly, neither could Carmella, but the damage had been done. And everytime Mella's strong hand crashed into that tight little bottom, the pain grew more intense, the sting more acute. It wasn't long before Ariana couldn't take it anymore; until the tears began to fall down her eyes. Both from pain...and from pleasure.

When the flurry finally finished, Mella jumped back to massaging away the pain, but couldn't help but take note of the pop-star's pathetic whimpering. "Aww, what's wrong, Ari?" Carmella asked somewhat sympathetically, though the redundancy of her question did little to help ease the young superstar's troubles.

"W...What do you.... think?" Ari cried in response, hanging her head and wincing, the pain overwhelming.

"You want to know what I think?" Mella asked, yet another redundant question, this one failing to receive an answer. "I think you're an even better actress than you are a singer."

Confused, Ariana asked with a sniffle, "Huh? Actress?"

"Yeah, Pop-Bitch. You're putting on one hell of show, pretending that you don't love every second of this punishment," Mella revealed and, immediately, the Nickelodeon alum felt her cheeks begin to blush. Her face cheeks, not her ass cheeks, which had to have already been bright pink as it was.

"No way! W-Would I be crying if I liked it? It fucking hurts!" Ari assured with another sniffle.

"Oh, that's part of it for you, I'm sure. Trust me, babe, I know a pain slut when I see one," Carmella confidently re-assured, and despite the fact that Ariana knew otherwise, she continued to play coy.

"Nuh-uh!" Grande childishly denied, no doubt the liquor coming into play again.

"No, huh? Well, then..." Carmella asked, moving her hand down to Ariana's crotch, immediately feeling a dampness. "What's this?"

"It's not true! It's not true!" Ariana foolishly denied again.

"Oh, it couldn't be more true, Ari. Lie all you want, because your body will always tell Mama Mella the truth. And the truth is, your pussy is soaking wet," Carmella confidently declared, spanking that butt for the umpteenth time.

Sniffling, Ari whined, "God...this can't be happening!"

"Trust me, Pop-Bitch, it's happenin'! I've seen it enough to know when a bitch realizes that their true purpose is to serve. Naturally, someone as fuckin' money as me has that effect on women, you know?" Mella bragged.

"Please, just shut up!" Ari begged but Mella ignored the request, instead offering another round of three vicious slaps, as well as another round of verbal humiliation.

"You know, spanking this butt is great, but I know a way to make it even better!" Carmella exclaimed

and, before Ari could even respond, The Money Mistress grabbed the bottom of Ari's bodysuit and forcefully yanked as the material slowly ripped apart. Ari squirmed again, but it was no use; Mella used her other hand to keep the little bitch in place until the bodysuit was ripped, revealing The Pop Princess's beaten butt, still covered by a pair of sheer tights, though a hole was quickly ripped in those as well; transparent or not, bare meant bare, full-stop.

"Still wanna deny that you love the attention your ass is getting?" Mella asked again and, surprisingly, Ari stayed silent, Carmella simply laughing in response as she cocked her hand back again and slammed it down on Ariana's exposed butt.

Grande screamed in pain, the sting so much more intense than before; it wasn't much, but the bodysuit provided a crash site that wasn't skin-on-skin, at the very least. Without that, the tiniest of reprieves, Ariana was stuck in pure agony. Unending torture, each smack that followed turning the bright pink hue of her tan cheeks a darker, far more sinister shade of crimson. Agony, the type that continued to force tears down her face until, eventually, there seemed to be no tears left to cry. Complete, utter agnoy...mostly.

Painful? Yes, God, more than anything she'd ever felt before. So why? Why was her untouched pussy leaking like a broken faucet? She didn't like it...right? No, definitely not! Yet, no matter how much time passed, no matter how much punishment she was forced to endure, her pussy stayed wet, a fact that Mella couldn't help but poke fun at.

"Ya know," Mella began, giggling to herself. "For someone who doesn't like getting spanked, you sure do get wet from it. I'm honestly a little shocked."

Ari shook her head in denial again, but try as she might, there was no convincing a professional top like Carmella. She knew what she was looking at, what Ariana truly was. That tight little body told the whole story, her leaking cunt singing like a canary, revealing Grande's guilty pleasure. Another thwack, another whimper from the world-class songstress, and the more her little pussy continued to pour out lust.

"Ooh, it just hurts soooo good, doesn't it, Ari?" Mella asked, barely even holding The Pop Princess down anymore; whether she realized it or not, Ariana was lying along Carmella's lap via her own free will. "My strong hand crashing into your little butt? It hurts, but the sting makes it so much hotter, doesn't it?"

"No!" Ariana denied again with a whimper.

"Aww, you're still playing that game? C'mon, Ari, keep it real with your Money Mistress. I'm not stupid, hun, okay? I know you desperately want me to keep spanking you," Carmella assured, doing exactly as she claimed that Ari wanted, smacking that ass again. And while Ariana's reaction would say anything but, the way her body was behaving continued to say otherwise, naturally coercing Mella to continue the punishment.

Not that anything in the world was gonna stop her from spanking that gorgeously perky little pair of cheeks anyway! No, nothing was gonna keep her hand away from Ari's butt, at least until it was time to move on to bigger and better adventures. For now though, Money Mella's attention was that booty that Ari always loved flaunting around on stage, wearing the smallest, tightest of outfits to accentuate her already gorgeous assets.

To Mella, nothing could replace the feeling of smacking another woman's ass. The rush of adrenaline from putting a bitch in her place, the total control and domination of a weaker hoe that even got her own pussy a little moist in the process. Fucking asses...yeah, an obvious number one. But spanking exists in a separate, equally important stratosphere. And considering just who she was spanking this time around, this was one for the record books. Truly a Kodak moment.

Carmella, in her time, had brushed with some pretty big stars here and there. Some of the biggest stars in the basketball and football world during her cheerleading days, the litany of celebs always showing up to WWE shows and, of course, all of her fellow superstars, as well. But, she'd never really had a one-on-one with a star the magnitude of Ariana Grande.

THE Ariana Grande, laying across her lap, helpless as an endless barrage of slaps rained upon the Italian beauty's plump peach, those cheeks jiggling as much and as often as physically possible. A sight to behold, one that Carmella put a lot of work and, obviously, spent a lot of money to make happen. And to think, she originally thought the idea unfeasible! Unrealistic!

Mella truly showed herself! Getting some alone time with Ari cost a lot of dough, no doubt, but arranging the little rendezvous was far easier than she first thought. As simple as getting in touch with Ariana's agent and seducing her into making it happen. A little "convincing" from The Money Mistress was all it took for Ari's agent Jen to set the rendezvous up; the money was just a formality to make sure things weren't strange heading in, and also to give closure and reason to the meeting if things hadn't gone as planned.

But they did! Boy did they ever! Good? Yeah, but nobody could've ever suspected that anybody was THAT good! Yet, here she was, spanking the biggest popstar in the world and, unsurprisingly, itching to take things a step further. The end goal was obvious; Carmella just needed a little justification to bring it all to life. And luckily, she knew just how to get it.

THWACK! Another brutal lashing, peppering that bum, and another pathetic whimper from Ariana, who, if was to be believed, would give anything to make her torment stop. A theory that Carmella was intent on testing.

Rubbing the most-recently beaten cheek, Mella asked, "Still hurts, huh?"

"Yessss-duh!" Ariana cried out, her face nearly as red as her bum from embarrassment; she could feel her pussy juice leaking onto Mella's thigh.

"Aww, I know it does. So, I'm gonna give you a chance to make it all go away. How does that sound?" Mella offered, only to receive vitriol for her benevolence.

"What, are you finally gonna let me go?" Ariana sassily asked, fully aware that the reality of her question was unlikely.

"Oh, Ari, don't be ridiculous. You want that as much as I do. Which is, obviously, not at all!" Mella laughed off before explaining, "But, I'm willing to stop spanking you if you agree to do something else for me."

Worried, Ariana cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

"Well, I WANT a lot of things, Ariana. But, right now I think I'm willing to settle for that hot little mouth of yours wrapped around my box. How does that sound?"

"What? No! NO WAY! I'M NOT A LESBIAN!" Ariana shouted, failing to comply and, naturally, earning another swat to her tiny tush for her deeds, immediately forcing her to pipe back down.

"Correction, Pop-Bitch. You're not a lesbian...yet! And that's because you haven't been with a woman like me...yet! Think of it as a learning opportunity, as well as a chance to end your suffering."

Ariana stayed silent, her dark brown eyes piercing a hole through Carmella. She shouldn't be in this position! Not someone as rich, famous, talented, or pretty as her. At least, that's what Ari's head was telling her. She still couldn't figure out why her body was reacting the way it was. Why her cunt was so wet and why her pert little nipples were as hard as a rock were both unexplainable, at least to her naked, unfamiliar eye.

"Think about it," Carmella began before promptly slamming her hand down again, this time with even more force than even she knew she was capable of mustering before continuing, "Anything has to be better than this, right?"

"I...I don't know," Ari stammered, obviously still unsure. Nevertheless, Carmella was set on beating her booty until The Pop Princess made up her mind. So another, and another, and another came, each one as strong as possible. Only then, after giving that prime, popular butt one-for, did Carmella offer a final ultimatum.

"How 'bout this, Ari?" One more smack for good measure before explaining, "You eat me out until I cum. And if you don't enjoy it, I'll give you the money I owe you and walk away."

"Y-You have it here?" Ari asked weakly.

"I've got a check right here in my case," Mella assured, patting on her beloved Money in the Bank briefcase. "And, I'll even do you one better, just to make things a bit more fair. If you don't like the taste of my cunt, then I'll even let you do whatever you want to me before I go, if you wish. Spank me, hit me, whatever."

"You'd really do that? No bullshit?" Ariana asked skeptically.

"Well, I don't see why not? So long as you're completely, 100% honest about your feelings towards my box, then I don't see a reason we can't make things even stevens between us. And anyways, I don't really think you want another scandal getting out after that little donut-licking incident a few years ago. So, if you really aren't interested, it'll be a good way to sweep all of this under the rug."

Ari pouted and assured, "You know I'd kick your ass in the courtroom, right?" Naturally, Ariana's bratty attitude earned her yet another smack to that gorgeously tight bum, putting the uppity popstar back in place.

"Yeah, yeah, you're more rich and famous than me. Whoo-hoo for you, but let's not forget: I can do whatever I want to you right now, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it," Mella reminded before scantily adding in, "Not that you'd want to, anyway."

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you I don't like getting spanked!" Ari snapped, once again letting her own ego push her towards another brutal swat.

"Man, you don't know when to shut up and take an offer, do ya?" Mella asked, slightly annoyed.

"Maybe I'm just not happy about being forced into lesbian sex stuff? Have you ever thought of that?" Ariana argued in a tone that heavily suggested that if she was standing up, and not sprawled across Carmella's lap, she would've had a hand placed firmly on her hip.

Mella rolled her eyes and moved to plan c, groaning, "God you're irritating...I knew I should've just trusted my gut and went with Taylor."

Suddenly, Ariana's tone changed. "Who?" She asked, furrowing her brows and, unsurprisingly, perking a small grin from The Money Mistress.

"Taylor Swift. When I decided to test myself as a top and tackle a big name celebrity, T-Swizzle was my first option. But...you were performing a little closer to home."

Ari's jaw dropped. When she finally managed to pick it back up, she questioned, "Wait, wait...hold-up! So, you're telling me, Ariana Grande, that I WASN'T your first choice? Ha, you're kidding, right? Like, there's no way you were possibly considering Tay-Tay over me, obviously. Because I'm way better than her. Prettier. Vocalist. All of it." Suddenly, Ariana was annoyed, unknowingly playing right into Carmella's hand.

"Well, not from where I'm standing. I think you fall a little uh...short in a few categories," Mella argued, hoping and succeeding in flaring up Ari's ego even more by poking fun at The Pop Princess's petite stature. "For starters, every rumor I hear about Taylor involves her ass being put to use. From what I hear, she's Hollywood's go-to closet lesbian. You've heard those rumors, right?"