Slap That Ass

A shock went up Lois Lane's arm as her hand hit the waggling ass in front of her. Angelica yelped, then turned back.

"Oooh, harder mommy!"

"You...!" Lois reached forward and wrenched the shorts down over the young woman's thighs. Her left hand clamped down on Angelica's skull, tangled in that long black hair, pressed her face down in the dirt of the tunnel floor. She raised her right hand above the bare bum.

What am I doing? The reporter thought to herself as she hesitated, just for a moment. Her arms were shaking with fatigue, her whole body taut and trembling, muscles aching, heart pounding against her breast bone...and then she saw Angelica's dark eyes, the irises so wide they seemed to drink in the light, a crooked smile on her face.

The reporter's hand came down as hard as she could. Right across that pert little ass. Right across that plump little pussy. Lois could feel the wetness on her palm, but she could also feel the shock of the impact run through Blaze's body. Yet still she smiled, high on whatever **** she'd ingested, so that she was little more than a useless sexy lump during the climb.

"Stupid! Druggie! Slut!" Lois found herself say as her hand came down, again and again, until her whole arm stung, and even in the dim light of the basement's sole lightbulb she could see the pale rounded cheeks burn a bright red.

Angelica giggled.

Something broke inside Lois then, and her hand came down harder than she intended. The blows she rained down on that ass were punishing, the body shaking, and Lois could see dark bruises begin to form, and knew they would blossom later...but the giggle stopped. Replaced by whining little pants, half-suppressed moans, sharp little squeals of pain. Lois didn't care. She was lost in the moment, lost to everything except the puffy cunt that squished under her fingers, the pale lips swelling purple with blood, raw and super-sensitive from the veritable beating they were receiving...

...and Lois finally lowered her arm, shoulder aching, hand almost numb, to catch her breath.

"You're right," Angelica said, with half a sob. "I've been a bad girl. Don't stop. I need to be punished."