Gives her a good old fashioned british punishment

Peggy smirks and sits down on the chair, and patting a bare thigh, Peggy gave the horny teen a suggestive look:

“You are a very spoilt young lady, looks like I’m going to need to teach you some manners!"

Striking suddenly Peggy grasped Kamala’s wrist, pulling the teen down onto her lap. Falling forward onto her knees, Kamala found herself in a position she had not been in for years, struggling in an older woman’s grip:

"Peggy, I’m sorry, please don’t do this!"

With a military bark Peggy orders

"Straighten up girl! No slouching! Arch that back!”

Ignoring her hero’s commands Kamala only responded when she felt the first hard hit, cheeks reverberating as Peggy's palm made contact with her wriggling rear.

Clenching her teeth, Kamala whined as she felt a sting of pain spread across her flesh. Instinctively arching her back, Peggy smiled as the girl tensed against her knee; finally producing the posture she had requested:

"Now that is better!"

Appraising Kamala’s full round bottom, Peggy bites her lip, ripping open her thin supersuit, revealing her large brown ass to the open air, causing her to squeak.

“No barriers allowed ms Khan! You must feel the punishment!”

While not as tall and muscular as Peggy’s, Kamala’s body made up for this in pure curviness, the girl's full cheeks bouncing before chocolate brown eyes.

As Peggy inspected her Kamala breathed deeply to stay cool, reminding herself that she was an adult! This patronising punishment from a childhood wouldn’t work! admittedly however, she knew she was enjoying the humiliation, especially at the hands of such a hot dominant. Feeling her hero’s strong hand press down insistently on her lower back however, Kamala arched into an alluring stance, biting her lip as she gave in.

"However did the heroes of today, the girls others are supposed to look up to, become so undisciplined??" Peggy sighed theatrically.

Leaning in close Peggy gently squeezed the girl’s cheek before straightening out Kamala’s twisted panties emblazoned with her own logo which Peggy found distasteful; her heart shaped ass tantalizingly raised and ready for punishment.

SMACK!

Kamala heard the noise before she felt the pain in her buttock, the stinging sensation sending her crumpling forward into Peggy’s thigh. Initial pain turning to uncomfortable warmth, Kamala bit her lip, soreness focusing around the area of impact; the captain had a good swing.

“Stay still Sweetheart,” Peggy insisted flatly. Hearing that strong demanding tone talking to her like a child, Kamala flexed in place, trying in vein to get comfortable in the former drill sergeant's lap.

Surreptitiously lifting her left hand to her sore cheek, Kamala attempted to massage her warm flesh only for Peggy to swat her fingers away, refusing the teen any relief. Attempting to shrug off the blow, Kamala swallowed her indignation and the arousal it brought.

“Okay, that's enough right?” Kamala asked, brushing her black hair from her eyes as she twisted up to look at Peggy with a simpering eye and a trembling lip.

"Apparently not."

Responding sternly, Peggy raised her hand once more:

The second swat clapped against Kamala's cheeks, landing with a shallow thwack that hurt even more. Before she had a chance to react however, the same palm came down again.

Stinging pain reverberating through the Muslim hero’s ass, it spread like wildfire. Visibly wincing, Kamala screwed her eyes shut in time with the next slap, steeling her body for further punishment.

Two more blows, as hard as the first, landed in quick succession. Gasping, pain flared across Kamala’s behind, lower lip trembling as memories of her childhood came flooding back to overwhelm her teen form.

Peggy rested her hand on Kamala’s behind, instinctively smoothing out the fabric of her little project’s tight briefs, applying pressure over the area she had previously struck while allowing the humiliation to sink in:

"Do you understand now my Dear?" Peggy asked, recovering her breath after her heavy exertion:

"How do you feel??"

"I'm fine."

Speaking through clenched teeth, Kamala denied any reaction even as her body shuddered minutely, the hand caressing her behind squeezing a sore cheek. Embarrassed, but so turned on for it, Kamala absolutely refused to give in; even if it meant being at the mercy of a hard spanking.

And yet she could feel it; the impossible heat stemming from subjugation that began to spread from peggys hand, radiating south only to confuse her further. The girl blinked, eyes widening in denial; she was not enjoying this.

The next smack came as a surprise, Kamala having become accustomed to peggy’s soothing caress. Caught out she yelped, tensing sharply as her behind shuddered in Peggy's grip.

“AHHH-Peggy!” Kamala croaked: “I think you've made y-your point!"

“Hmmm... You don’t seem fully convinced,” Peggy inferred, doubting her pets sincerity.

Kamala nodded insistently. Yet the glowing sensation emanating from her cheeks was not subsiding; if anything it was getting hotter! Peggy meanwhile was keen to see her spanking through, regardless of Kamala’s ****. Tensing her long legs, Kamala braced herself, trying to maintain a modicum of self-respect.

Smack, SMACK, SMACK!!!!

This time there was no warning, no holding back as Peggy increased the **** of the slap on each swing. Kamala stifled a cry, her eyes watering; the accumulated pain of a repeated spanking becoming uncomfortable. The slaps the girl felt were sharper, practically merciless while that unwanted heat spread further, a primal part of the girls’ psyche beginning to unravel.

"Isn't that- Owww! I just think- Ahhhh! Maybe I've had-OWWHHH! Enuff!" Kamala yelped, her pleas interrupted by each repeating thwack on her ass.

Peggy replied curtly, words in time with her swift movements; focused on the task literally at hand:

"First you take inappropriate pictures of me, stick them to your wall, and no doubt wank to them!"

SMACK!

"Then you stare at my nude body!"

SMACK!

"Trick me into fulfilling your perverse desires !"

SMACK!

"Then almost orgasm on my leg!"

SMACK!

"You want to be humiliated? Darling, you’ve got no idea!"

Each cruel jab accompanied by a hard slap, the dull sound echoed around the silent room, Kamala’s eyes brimming with tears, the girl stayed resolutely silent, unsure what was more painful: the humiliating spanking or her hero's ultimate disapproval.

Soon the blows started to fall like rain, one after another after another.

Aftershocks reverberating through Kamala’s body, arched back now aching, She whimpered, ass cheeks on fire. Mewling helplessly In less than a minute she was wailing uncontrollably, wide hips heaving as her hero stripped her of her dignity with each harsh stroke.

“Ahhh…. AHHH… AHHHHH!!!” Kamala yelped, brown eyes blurring with tears as her face becoming flushed. Unable to take this lesson anymore:

“Ohhh please- AHHHH!!! Pegg-aahh! I'm sorry-eeee!”

Relentless, the captain kept up her spanking inferno, not slowing down until Kamala had transformed from manipulator into a shivering mess, the infamous hero slapping her ass raw.

Peggy smiled, shaking out her sore palm having accomplished her objective. Savouring the younger Girls cries she took a moment to inspect her handiwork, tugging the girl's panties aside to run her fingers over hot flesh; brown cheeks glowing from their punishment. Impressed by her own precision, she ran her fingers over a red handprint.

Swallowing this victory peggy held firm to her vision; to maintain lesson she had to drive the point home. Gathering herself, Peggy finally acknowledged the sobbing girl’s torment:

“Oh for heaven’s sake!”

Releasing the shivering girl, Peggy pulled Kamala up onto her lap and into her warm embrace. Accepting this tenderness after her cruel degradation, Kamala’s behind throbbed painfully as she curled up in peggy’s lap.

Holding Kamala close Peggy petted the shivering teen:

"Now: who’s been a naughty girl??"

**** to gain her hero’s approval Kamala sat limply in Peggy's arms:

"I-I have??"

"And are you going to help me now, all while staying nude yourself until this matter is resolved??”

"But Peggy- I, I only-"

"No excuses young Lady."

Biting her tongue the girl nodded her head forlornly. Unfortunately for Kamala, Peggy was unconvinced. Kissing her forehead the captain rolled her eyes: Fixing broken girls was such hard work.

Hand reaching down Kamala’s back, Peggy trailed her fingers over the girl's hip before dipping into the logo’d panties, pinching a sore ass cheek.

Wincing Kamala gave in to the groping, peggy’s tight grip soon turning into a soothing massage. Her other hand grasping the teen’s head, Peggy pulled Kamala into her chest, resting her forehead under her chin.

Feeling bizarrely comfortable in this cocoon, Kamala felt her cheek slip against peggy’s pillowy chest. With all of the fear since she’d became a hero, it was nice to feel protected like she had as a child; before all the events. Rocking gently Kamala nestled her face in her Peggy’s bosom, the warmth of her soft flesh overwhelming the Kamala’s guard; her deep personal obsession with the woman holding her quickly unlocking years of built up defences.

Peggy cooed as Kamala buried her face between her breasts. Following Kamala’s gradual regression, Peggy calmly moved Kamala’s chin towards her nipple and her plump chest. Lifting her breast to her lips Kamala whimpered, the implication clear as her mouth brushed an engorged nipple.

Pulling back momentarily Kamala wrestled with this regressing fantasy; could she really indulge in such a humiliating thing? Not waiting for her to make up her mind Peggy nudged Kamala forward, pressing her against a pointed bud.

Peggy sighed as the girl finally wrapped those lips around her plump nipple. Starting with a hesitant suckle, the girl closed her eyes as she submitted to her shameful fantasy, mouth lingering on an oversized teet.

"Gently now Dear, don't rush."

Taking the nipple between pursed lips Kamala sucked; amazed something so firm could be so sensitive as it hardened in her mouth. Running her tongue slowly around a clearly defined areola, Kamala noted the boundary between smooth flesh and surprisingly heavy dimples. Peggy finding this treatment was more to her liking, Kamala felt felt her Peggy relax for the first time that night.

"That's much better sweetheart."

Kamala felt a momentary swelling of pride before remembering she was hearing those words in the distinctly British accent of her Hero. What the hell was happening again?! Before she could question this reality however Peggy coaxed the teen to move on to her other breast.

Peggy gave a sigh of approval, arching her back to meet Kamala’s head. Twisting together in their almost incestous embrace, both women almost lost themselves in this growing oral fixation.

“That’s it Dear! Most satisfactory for a new girl on the block!”

Feeling a little patronised, Kamala increased her oral efforts, determined to show her hero she was as capable as any other hero.

Maintaining her composure Peggy held firm as kamala sucked on her breast, lathering her skin with divine attention, allowing herself a breathy exhale as the girl latched on, nursing just as she had as a kid. Stroking black hair, Peggy cradled Kamala as she took her swollen bud deeper into her mouth, tongue swirling around her pulsating point, peggy suppressing another moan. Determined to please her idol, Kamala only intensified her loving ministrations.

Losing herself in this impossible embrace Kamala let her hands glide around her Hero’s curves; still licking Peggy's nipple as she slid her hands upward, cupping the legendary agent's plump chest, forcing a little cry of pleasure from her lips as she fondled her thick flesh.

Maintaining her composure Peggy swallowed her exhalations, determined not to show weakness whilst Kamaka tweaked an engorged nipple with her tongue, mouth threatening to swallow her entire breast. Nipping at thick brown buds, the increasing **** of the licking and sucking, practically forcing Peggy to react, her pouting lips quivering ever so slightly.

Kamala soon became entranced; when else would she get to indulge a fantasy like this? Engulfing her entire head between Peggy’s magnificent bosom, Kamala lustfully motor-boated her hero.

Her Pet suitably distracted Peggy slipped her hand up the girl's inner thigh, fingertips grazing Kamala’s panties.

Kamala whimpered as peggy crossed the remaining distance, tugging aside her skimpy panties: The moisture was undeniably, peggy’s fingers curling around the girl's swollen core.

Peggy raised an eyebrow; even she was surprised by just how well kamala was responding, the submissive little girl practically consuming her tit:

“My my little Ms. Khan; at every turn it seems you want this,” Peggy tutted, her authoritative nature quickly returning.

Red-faced Kamala refused to release peggy’s comforting flesh, keeping her mouth occupied as Peggy's fingers expertly caressed her core; She normally refused to be ashamed but this was different; this was something she had actually tried to keep quiet, secret thoughts and fantasies tearing her apart. Finally coaxing the girl away from succulent flesh, Kamala was **** to meet those chocolate brown orbs:

“Is- Is this really what you’re doing ?” Kamala asked, "teaching me... humility?"

"Darling; I am only doing this because you need me to be."

Kamala closed her eyes, clenching her teeth as her Peggy’s finger brushed over her downy hair, sharp nails spreading even lower. For the young hero such a light touch seemed impossible, such basic stimulation couldn't be having this much of an effect on her! It was just the surprise, surely? Soon she’d regain control, and-

Kamala squeals as she squirts over peggy’s hands and bare thighs, shuddering into an intense orgasm before collapsing in her hero’s arms.

“You really are a depraved little harlot, aren’t you Kamala?” Peggy coos stroking her hair. “But I find myself growing quite attached to you, you shall have to come with me, we have much to do, now that you won’t give me clothes, we have some other friends to visit” Peggy smiles and kisses her forehead, carrying the still orgasming Kamala bridal style to her luckily empty living room as she tells her her plan.

“I can get us into the rooms of other heroes, and then we shall steal their clothes to clothe ourselves, while teaching them the value of a nude life. How does that sound Kamala? If all of them are as depraved as you, it must be the solution to making this universe better.” Peggy looks at the girl on the couch who is regaining her composure.

“B-but who do we visit first? There’s so many!”