Spank Lana

You sit down on the bed, and she lies down across your lap, her hand pulling up her mini skirt to reveal her lacy red panties. You pull them down, and slap her pert buttocks with your hand.

“Tell me I’ve been bad, Daddy,” Lana instructs you. “And hit me harder, Daddy, no, I said harder, I’ve been ever so bad and I haven’t even started.”

You tell her she’s been very very bad as your hand keeps slapping her, and she keeps yelling at you to do it harder still. Eventually you must be doing it right, as you feel her body shiver against you, making you more aroused too. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Do me, Daddy, do me!”

At that point, the door smashes open and a blue and red streak appears in front of your eyes, coalescing into a plaid-wearing teenage boy.

“I heard you screaming and rushed straight over,” he says to Lana, as she gets off your lap, retreating to the far corner of the bed. The boy picks you up with just one hand and holds you dangling in the air, his eyes glowing red as he looks at you. “Who is this guy? What’s he doing to you?”

“He wanted to be my father, Clark,” says the now-tearful Lana, “he wanted to hurt me.”

“Some people need to be taught manners,” he replies, “and I know just the woman. Don’t worry, Lana, you won’t be seeing him again.”

“Thanks, Clark, and be sure to hurry back.”

“Yes, princess,” he says, bowing his head, and the next thing you know, the whole world’s a blur, except for the boy, who's carrying you in his arms, as your surroundings zoom past you.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask.

“To the woman who taught me manners,,, my mom. Though now she prefers to be known as the Red Queen,,,”