End: Blaze Spanks Lois Lane's Ass

Blaze's hands ran over the reporter's naked, sweat-slick body. Around her breasts. Over and down her arms to seize on the bonds that kept Lois Lane tied to the breeding bench. The reporter could feel the heat of the dickgirl's body, and her own body screaming at her to open to legs, to let her fuck her, but Lois obstinately kept her legs closed...

Then she was free. The bonds fell away from her wrists.

With inhuman ease, Angelica Blaze picked up the overheated reporter, who hung limp...and then Blaze sat down on the bench, and flipped the reporter over.

The rigid rod of her cock pushed painfully into Lois Lane's stomach. The reporter's thighs were resting against Blaze's leg and the edge of the bench. Lois shivered despite the heat.

"If you're going to be a little girl about this," the dickgirl said. "Then I'm going to treat you like one! A bad little girl that needs to learn to grow up..."

SMACK!

Blaze's hand slammed into the reporter's ass. Unlike most women her age, Lois had little buttocks to speak of; she kept tight to her diet and didn't overdo the squats, so her butt was small, relatively muscular but not overly developed, and there was very little padding. As a consequence, there wsa nothing to absorb the hard shock of the flat of the dickgirl's hand slamming into her ass.

The burning on the reporter's cheeks moved up onto her ears. She couldn't remember the last time someone had ever actually spanked her. Lois Lane didn't even let her lovers spank her. Yet her she was, bent over this strange dickgirl's knee, and...

SMACK!

Tears welled up in Lois's eyes as the pain burned on her buttocks. Her whole body shook with the **** of the blow, and Lois could feel the warm rush as blood filled the wounded flesh...and that was worth than the smack itself.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK SMACK SMACK...

The blow rained down, until Lois Lane whimpered. She couldn't think, for the pain. Shook, helpless and exhausted, just wanting it to end. Except as the blows came, over and over and over, that wasn't the worst of it.

Her pussy splashed. Squeezed tight after every stroke. The reporter's thighs were wet with her own juices. She wanted to reach down and touch her clit, but she couldn't, not with Blaze holding her down. That damn cock drooled into her stomach, and Lois shut her eyes, stupid hot tears running down her face as she tried to keep her mewls inside. She wanted to cum. Wanted the pain to stop. Wanted it to keep going until she came. Except she never quite did. Blaze's hand rose and fell, tanning the reporter's ass with almost mechanical precision, and she never let Lois quite cum...

The reporter lost track of time. Of everything. Until her butt went numb. Her whole backside must have been own huge purple mask of handprints, the flesh bruised almost to the point of bloodiness, and yet Angelica Blaze wasn't even breathing hard, nor had her cock gotten one whit softer.

"If I wanted," Blaze said as she ceased spanking and started groping, eliciting pained moans from Lois's mouth. "I could have fucked you. But **** you would be too easy. I want you to surrender yourself to me."

The dickgirl stood up, holding the Lois idly, like a grown woman might hold a limp cat.

"Perhaps you will...some other time. Good night, Lois Lane."

With contemptuous ease, the dickgirl threw Lois bodily toward the door. The reporter, half-aswoon from the savage spanking, braced herself for the impact...and was shocked when she bounced onto something unaccountably soft and familiar.

Ass aflame, Lois managed to open her eyes...and stared with shock as she found herself naked, on the bed in her own room. She looked over the side of the bed and her clothes were strewn about, as if tossed there. Heart hammering in her chest, Lois looked around...but there was no one else. She was alone.

I couldn't...was I asleep? Did I imagine it all? The reporter twisted her upper body around to look at her butt.

The swollen ass was flaming red, except for dark purple marks like many handprints laid one over the other. The flesh was a livid, ugly color, and every little movement brought a whimper to the reporter's lips...but she knew that she couldn't possibly have done that to herself.

Which meant...everything that had happened in her night out really had happened.

The reporter set her mouth in a grim line.

You haven't seen the last of me, Angelica Blaze!