Glutton for Punishment

As Sig moved around to kneel in front of her, Minerva locked her eyes onto the blonde like a hawk eyeing its prey. It was almost as if she were silently daring her pet to flash another one of those smug little smirks at her, just waiting for her to give the dark haired mistress a reason to punish her.

For a moment, it didn’t that would end up being the case. Sig knelt in front of Minerva and removed her boots, then began to massage her foot. Though, the woman’s tone certainly didn’t do anything to make her words seem genuine in the slightest.

But then it happened. Sig looked up, and Minerva saw that mischievous grin. Any other time something like this might not’ve been anything to worry about. Or at most, only a small amount of punishment would be needed. But today, Minerva just wasn’t in the mood to be so tolerant.

She’d wait until Sig had spent an adequate amount of time massaging both her feet, before abruptly pulling her legs away from her pet, then standing up. “You know, I think we should take a trip down to the ring. And I’ve got a nice little story for you on the way there.” she said, before turning on her heel and walking off, expecting Sig to follow right behind as she went.

Sig's eyes brightened as Minerva decided that she had enough massage and wanted some workout instead. Without a doubt her mistress already saw through her little act, which made the blonde felt excited at the prospect of punishment. Indeed, the ring was often became Minerva's playground, with Sig as the raven haired beauty's plaything. It's one of her favorite places in this house so to say.

"Are you sure, mistress? You look, uhm, a bit out of shape, after all~" she teased, referring to the bruises and bandages on her mistress' tall figure. "But your wish is my command~"

Of course, the blonde would willingly get up and follow Minerva all the way to the gym. She's always glad to provide her mistress with a reason to relieve her stress or anything, after all, even if the raven haired beauty never needed any in the first place.

Out of shape? Oh, Sig was really asking for it now, even if Minerva’s body was still noticeably damaged from her brawl the night before. She was now looking forward to getting to the ring almost as much as the blonde was. “No need to be so concerned.” she said sarcastically. “I’m quite certain.” Her wounds might make this more difficult than normal, but Sig clearly needed to be punished, and Minerva was determined to make sure it happened.

As they walked, Minerva began the little story she’d mentioned. “Last night, your mistress ran into a Swedish bitch named Cecilia Northman.” Considering how well known Cecilia was, she figured Sig wouldn’t need any further explanation to know who she was talking about. “What started as a perfectly normal conversation quickly turned into a violent brawl. Unfortunately, the police crashed the party before either of us could put the other away.” By now they’d be entering her private gym. And though Minerva didn’t care one bit how much Sig knew about it all, she wanted to see the blonde’s reaction while she entered the ring.

“Does that amuse you, Sig?” she asked, though somewhat rhetorically since it had already become quite clear that was the case. She then removed her dress and tossed it outside the ring. “Now take your clothes off, and come here.” Minerva commanded, pointing toward the center of the ring.

The sarcastic reply from Minerva almost made Sig chuckled, although she managed to hold back for a bit. While she didn't want to push her mistress' buttons too much to make her snap or anything, the blonde found it funny to be able to throw a few jabs every now and then. She listened as Minerva began to tell her the reason why she ended up in a prison cell instead returning to her luxurious bedroom last night, and that made her smirked in amusement.

Cecilia Northman. It's surely not a foreign name for anyone in AFW, even for a relatively newcomer like herself. It made sense, since above average wrestlers probably wouldn't be able to put Minerva in the state she was in. Too bad she wasn't there to witness the brawl.

"Well, it's certainly... interesting~" Sig rolled her eyes before taking off her clothes and climbed into the ring to face her mistress. "I bet not being able to finish her frustrated you more than your free stay at the station, yes~?"

Sig might as well have just gotten down on her knees and begged Minerva to punish her with everything she had. Or at least, that was essentially the message the raven haired mistress received as she heard that last comment, which once again caused her to twitch in irritation. “You have no idea.” she replied.

“We’re going to have a little spar. I may not have been able to take as much of my frustration out on Cecilia as I would’ve liked, but since you seem so keen on taking her place for that, I’ll be happy to oblige.” Minerva said, before lunging forward and attempting to wrap her arm around Sig’s neck trying to pull the blonde into a headlock with the side of her face pressed right up against Minerva’s chest.

Sig just grinned at what Minerva said, like an unruly brat that was caught doing mischief and didn't feel sorry about it in the slightest. Watching her mistress' irritated expression and the raven haired beauty's eagerness to get started made her blushed slightly from excitement. She's more than willing to let her mistress vented her anger on her, since it'd mean that both of them would have some fun in their own ways. A win win situation.

Minerva wasted no time to make her move, lunging forward at her pet as soon as they tarted. Sig, despite predicting that her mistress would "play" more aggressively, didn't put too much resistance apart from trying to move away a little from the raven haired beauty's path, and to no one's surprise, she's easily caught by the headlock.

"Gagghh...!" the lithe blonde groaned and sighed, one of her hands grabbed the arm of Minerva to try loosening the hold a bit.

It wasn't the hardest hold to break up, probably, even if her mistress wasn't injured, but Sig decided to stay in Minerva's grasps for a bit while her other hand weakly feeling the locking arm of her the taller woman.  She was actually looking for a bruised spot she noticed earlier when giving her mistress a massage, wanting to squeeze on it a little and hoped that it'd be enough to loosen the hold significantly. Perhaps she would be able to push herself backwards to break away from Minerva, while flashing a naughty smirk to the raven haired beauty.

With her arm locked nice and tight around Sig’s head and neck, Minerva squeezed to make the headlock as uncomfortably as possible. Of course it would take more than this to subdue her mischievous pet. But, one step at a time. Wearing the blonde down would only be the first step.

“Not so funny now, is it?” Minerva said as she wrenched on the hold, continuing to squeeze away at her pet’s neck.

She felt Sig’s hands wondering over her arm. It initially seemed the blonde was going to try to pry Minerva’s arm off of her, something which she surely must’ve known would be a futile effort. However, Sig was smart, and targeted a nice big bruise on Minerva’s arm she’d sustained while defending against a heavy punch from Cecilia the previous night. The squeeze caused Minerva to wince and loosen her hold, and suddenly Sig slipped right out of her grip.

“Why you...” Minerva muttered in low growl as she rubbed a hand over her bruised arm and stared at Sig’s smug little smirk. She then darted right toward the blonde and aimed to simply tackle her right down onto the mat.

"Ughh..." Sig huffed after she managed to slip out from Minerva's hold. "What's the matter, mistress...? You didn't strain yourself with that lock, did you?" the blonde teased, feigning innocence while she cocked her neck a bit.

Her mistress charged forward in response, but this time she wasn't about to stand there and take it. Most of the times, Minerva always seemed to maintain her composure, biding her time smartly for a reversal before delivering the decisive move. Sig felt that maybe this was a time where she could take advantage over her mistress' mood and toy around with her for a change.

The blonde side stepped and would attempt to get behind the raven haired beauty, aiming to deliver a shoving push with her foot on the back of Minerva to send towards the ropes with an extra momentum. If that worked perfectly, her next step was to run after Minerva so she could attempt catching her mistress' arm and whip the bigger girl to the nearest corner!

“Tch. Of course not!” Minerva barked back in response to Sig’s taunt, trying to convince herself more than the blonde. She was still aching all over, and Minerva was already starting to regret not at least stretching a bit or something before they started just to loosen up her body. Too late now. She’d just have to deal with it.

A calmer, wiser Minerva wouldn’t have been so quick to just rush in so recklessly, but that wasn’t the Minerva standing in the ring right now. And as she rushed forward, her target stepped off to the side and moved right behind her. Just when the raven haired woman was about to turn around to face her, she felt Sig’s foot push against her lower back, sending the taller woman into the ropes.

Her arm was then grabbed, and Minerva was then sent back first into a nearby corner. “Ugh!” she grunted out, wincing in pain as her back hit the turnbuckles. As noticeable as her other bruises were, Minerva’s back had taken the most damage during her fight the night before, mostly due to a powerbomb onto the hardwood floor of the restaurant courtesy of Cecilia. Even if Sig hadn’t intentionally targeted her wounded back, the fact that something as simple as this managed to inflict as much pain as it did only furthered Minerva’s frustration.

Sig flashed a smug grin at Minerva as she managed to toss the taller girl to the corner, although she's somewhat surprised that her plan went well. Perhaps her mistress was more weakened than what she expected, but that'd only make this little spar more fun now. A day like this wouldn't come twice in months, probably, so she's pretty eager to use the opportunity to tease Minerva. It also thrilled her how her mistress would react to all of this when they're done.

"Heh, heh~" a giggle escaped her lips as she decided on what she'd do next.

The blonde quickly went to the corner and grabbed the arms of Minerva while pressing her lithe form against the taller girl's, wanting to slip those limbs under the ropes to trap her mistress against the turnbuckle. Normally, it'd be pretty easy for the raven haired beauty to shove her off, so it'd be a good way to measure just how weakened Minerva was at the moment.