Miss Patriot is spanked

Miss Patriot spun around, only to wobble and nearly fall thanks to the sudden shifts made in her body mass. The voice laughed and when the heroine looked up she found the brunette from the lab standing in the corner with a smirk cut into her face and her arms crossed before her chest.

“Isn’t this a sight,” she chortled. “The great super hero Miss Patriot, clumsy as a fucking cow let out of the stocks. How do you like your new tits, by the way?” she asked, glancing down.

Instinctively, Miss Patriot covered her bare breasts, though her slender arms were hardly up to such a momentous task. She glared hatefully at the other woman. “You bitch! What did you do to me?”

“Stupid cow,” the brunette said with a disparaging shake of her head. “You were there. But if I need to explain it again, let’s call it helping you get in touch with your inner slut. You’re being very ungrateful by the way. Some women would kill for looks like yours, and here I am giving them to you for free.” She sighed. “Kids today.”

“I never wanted…” Words failed to convey her disgust and she merely gestured at her transformed figure. “Change me back right now you bitch!”

The woman’s eyes narrowed sharply. She uncrossed her arms with a slow deliberateness that made Miss Patriot, even in her fury, take note. “I don’t think I like your tone,” she said lowly. She approached with obvious intent.

A strange fear filled Miss Patriot. She stumbled back but the chain about her leg brought her up short. With a squeal she fell onto the bed and sunk into the mattress. In a moment the woman in the coat was upon her. Miss Patriot scrambled back but she was grabbed by her broad hips and pulled back. Raising her arm, Miss Patriot tried to punch the woman, only for her fist to be caught with ease. Miss Patriot gasped breathily through her plump lips and tried to pull back, but the other woman’s grip was like iron.

“How…” Miss Patriot gasped. “My strength…”

“You may have had superpowers,” the brunette said, amused by the dawning realization in her victim’s eyes. “But right now, you’re nothing but my bimbo slut. And when sluts do wrong, they need to be punished!”

Miss Patriot screamed and struggled but though her figure had grown more ample her arms had become far weaker. The woman **** the struggling heroine across her knees, raised her hand, and brought down a stinging slap on Miss Patriot’s ass.

“Ahhh!” the heroine screamed in shock at the feeling of the blow. It was painful, to be sure, but exciting as well! The brunette grinned and slowly rubbed her open palm against the heroine’s red cheeks. Miss Patriot moaned deeply and squirmed at the pleasure the now gentle touch aroused.
“Feels good. Doesn’t it?” the woman asked in amusement.

Miss Patriot moaned emphatically. She quivered and wriggled as if the brunette’s hand electrified her. “W-w-what’s h-happen-i-ing,” she moaned.

“Simple,” the woman crooned, leaning against Miss Patriot’s back, her lips brushing the platinum blonde hair just behind the helpless heroine’s ear. “Remember? You ass practically holds another clit. But unlike your cunt, which I can feel warming my leg even now,” Miss Patriot blushed even deeper, “your ass clitty is protected by your ample bubble butt. So it has all that wonderful, thick cushion to feel the every vibration of my hand. So if I do this!” Her hand rang against bare flesh and over Miss Patriot’s shriek of pleasure. “You’ll only get your button buzzed.

“And you know the sort of woman who enjoys getting her ass spanked, lying naked on another woman’s lap?” The brunette’s lips drew closer. Her tongue flicked out, sliding up the curl of Miss Patriot’s ear. She breathed the words into the heroine’s cherry red ears. “A sluuuut.” To emphasize her point, she delivered another stinging blow to Miss Patriot’s ass.