Of course not

Diana looks up at your from her upside down position, her eyes blazing with defiance, and yells at the top of her lungs, “I am Diana of Themyscria, Daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons! I have fought monsters out of legend, alien conquerors, and the gods themselves to…” [smack] “AAAAH!”

Her voice changes to a shocked cry as your hand comes down on her ass with a wet slapping sound. Her body jerks at the sudden impact, more from surprise than pain. “So that’s a no then?” you quip.

“Arrogant ass, I will never…” [smack]

“Well you know, never say never.” [smack]

Wonder Woman grits her teeth and doesn’t respond. You decide her panties have overstayed their welcome; with a couple quick tugs they come away in your hand revealing a hairless mound and red pussy lips, her inner labia peeking out.

“I’m actually relieved, for a minute I thought I had overestimated your resolve.” [smack]

“I’ve endured far worse tortures than…” [Smack] “…than this!”

“Do tell?” [Smack]

Her voice is an angry snarl “I was tortured in Hell, the actual, literal Hell.” [Smack] “Whipped and beaten. For days!” [Smack] “Nothing you do to me can approach that.”

I pause thoughtfully. “Sure, sure, totally. Only…you had your powers then, right?”

“…Yes.”

I look down and meet her gaze. “Practically invulnerable?”

“Yes,” she acknowledges through clenched teeth.

[SMACK] I maintain eye contact and watch her wince as I smack her behind harder than before. “Where as now you are not?”

“Obv…” [SMACK] “Obviously.”

[SMACK] “Just checking. By the way, I expected you’d be wearing your costume under your dress." [SMACK] "Is that not how that works?”

“No, when I want to change…” [SMACK] “I spin the lasso around myself and…” [SMACK] “and it summons my armor.”

[SMACK] “Huh. How does that work?”

[SMACK] “Magic.” Her voice is sounding more and more strained as her bottom gets redder and redder.

“Whatever. I’m also curious,” [SMACK] “Does everyone on your Girls Only island shave their legs, armpits, and vag?” [SMACK]

“Not…” [SMACK] “Not everyone but most do. Body hair is seen as…” [SMACK] “a masculine trait so most…” [SMACK] “most Amazons choose to rid themselves of it.”

“Good to know.” [SMACK] “I just have one more question for the moment.” I raise my hand and see the barest hint of a flinch in her eyes. But instead of another slap, I crouch down so our eyes are level. “A part of you is enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Her face clenches as she tries to resist the power of the lasso. “Nooookay, yes a small part of me is.”

“How small a part?”

“Mmmmmmore than I would like.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Part of me wants to show you can’t break me, and the other part is getting aroused by the experience curse you.”

I stroke her cheek, half tenderly and half condescendingly. “Oh Princess, this isn’t me trying to break you. I’m just helping you warm up since you were complaining about being cold.”

She glares daggers at me. “Don’t expect me to thank you.”

I stand up laughing and give her behind one last light slap. “Oh you will be thanking me, I promise. Just not yet.”

You turn to the door, pausing to set the controls to rotate the frame randomly, and also crank the heat way up. “I got my shift to work.” You turn out the lights and lock the heroine in the dark behind you.