<div class="floatleft">(https://www.papichuloradio.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Lewis-Tan.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Half-naked, wearing loose black pants, chest fully bandaged up<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd, Saturday<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>6:30 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>JL's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Fighting a bad girl<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Helena Bertilleni<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He winced as the short brunette viciously countered with a smackdown onto the sparring mat. Damian recognized his mistake too late. He'd been drawn into her strategy, her plan of attack.<br/><br/><em>This is how she fights!</em>he grit his teeth, understanding his strikes had been rash and fueled by anger which consequently resulted in a relatively quick takedown by Helena.<br/><br/>There was a reminiscent feeling though. He recalled how he'd been the smaller one back then, younger and much more arrogant than he currently was, and yet, strengthened by a childhood spent purely on the arts of killing, had continually outmatched Helena during their first bouts against each other. Now, she was the smaller one and he was the one looking up at her smug face.<br/><br/>“Let me guess, during your little background check of me you searched ‘Myrtle Beach Spring Break 2017 Topless Hotties’, safe search off and finally saw these fabulous tits?” She shrugged casually. “I admit, I -may- have had a few too many body shots that week. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you take one off me since you’ve finally seen me topless online....”<br/><br/><em>Brion definitely has good taste...definitely...</em><br/><br/>Glancing at the foot on his chest, Damian shot out a hand that latched onto her heel. With a grunt, he pulled Helena down onto the mat, her small size making it easy for him to do so, the heroine's back slamming against the soft surface. No longer being held down, he swiveled over and swung his other arm around, pressing his hand on her neck. Crouching over her, pressuring her with his heavier size so that she couldn't push him off, Damian smirked as he looked down at his childhood training partner. He made a show of intentionally leering at her while she was in such a vulnerable state.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmm, no, I have NOT seen your nudes...but maybe we can change that right now, babe."</strong>He placed his warm palm on her exposed stomach then, with a soft touch, caressed her body upwards from her steel abs to over her smooth skin to the middle of her bra. Damian's lips leaned close to Helena's ears, cooing gently. His other hand still positioned firmly on her neck, he hooked a finger under the middle of her bra and began to slowly pull...<br/><br/>He abruptly stopped. Then laughed. Releasing the hand on her neck, Damian slapped Helena's cheek,<strong>SMACK!</strong>, not so hard that it would leave a mark but hard enough that she would feel it.<br/><br/><strong>"A good girl will stay down."</strong><br/><br/>Getting up off Huntress, he made for the edge of mat as if he were walking out. But he turned around and adopted a fighting stance.<br/><br/><strong>"But you aren't a good girl, are you? Come Helen, your punishment's not over yet."</strong>He motioned at her with the famous 'come at me' handsign.<strong>"You're getting spanked this time."</strong>