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“Congratulations, worm, it seems your little brain has finally learned something,” Martha says, her voice losing all trace of its previously-seductive tone. “You can only do things to a lady when she tell you to.”

As you continue to kneel in front of her, noticing that her carpet matches her drapes, she turns her head away from you, and shouts, “Clark!”

Almost as soon as she’s said it, a familiar figure arrives. Martha’s Kryptonian son has a a face as red as a Kryptonian sun. “Ma!” he says, seeing her there in her naked glory, and then he stares at you, his eyes glowing red.

“Relax, Clark, and don’t be such a prude. I’ve just been entertaining the friend you brought over. I think he’s ready to be returned to Princess Lana.”

“But Ma!” he complains.

“Clark, pay me some respect. You may think you’re all grown up, but you’re never too old to be punished.”

“Sorry, mom,” he says, fear in his voice, as he walks over to you. “Whatever you say.”

“Bye, stranger, you’ll never know what you just turned down,” Martha says with a wink, just before Clark lifts you up and zooms you away.

The next thing you know you’re back in Lana Lang’s bedroom, as a disgruntled Clark throws you to the ground.

“Sorry, Lana, Ma says she’s taught him some manners now.”

“That’s okay, Clark, I can handle things from here.”

“Well, I’ll be keeping an eye on you,” Clark says.

“I’m going to break that telescope of yours one day, Clark,” she says. “No spying on me, understood. Lana Lang can take care of herself.”

“Yes, princess,” he says sheepishly before zooming away.

Lana now turns her attention your way once more. “I hope Martha hasn’t made you an obedient whelp just like all the others; I need me a bad boy.” Her hands pull up her miniskirt, as her hazel eyes gleam, and then she points her firm young red-pantied posterior in your direction. “Want to spank me again, Daddy, because I’m going to be such a bad, bad girl for you?”