Spanking

They **** her to her hands and knees. Hands gripped her and held her down, the reporter's butt in the air. She had to **** herself not to struggle. It didn't seem like they meant any real harm, some of the women were giggling...and others were breathing hard.

*WHAP*

A shock went through Lois Lane's body as the broad paddle struck her bare bum. There were howls of laughter from the women around her. Lois winced, her ass flushing with blood, but the hands still held her firmly. This was only the beginning.

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

Lois winced. Her butt was beginning to burn, each stroke hitting exactly where the last had fallen, just enough time in between paddlings for it to begin to hurt. But more than that...the paddle was falling right across her bare slit. While her ass took most of the brunt of the blows, her poor pussy was feeling it as well, and Lois could feel that it was already tender and sensitive.

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

The reporter felt tears trickle out over her cheeks, beneath the blindfold. Her ass was seriously starting to hurt now, and whoever was hitting her was really putting their strength into it. Every hit sent the reporter's whole body moving forward, and then the women would push her back into place, aching backside exposed for the next shot.

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

Lois gave out a little cry, the first sound she'd made since the paddling had started. Ten strokes, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sit down, not for days. She wondered how many more she would have to endure. The girlish giggles had stopped too. Now Lois Lane felt a change in attitude take place, a sort of serious silence hanging over the proceedings. Women were breathing hard, all around her, and there were wet sounds....

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

The reporter clawed at the carpet, her ass starting to swell as the repeated blows damaged the sensitive tissues. Her pussy felt puffy and bruised, but beyond that...Lois could hear and feel herself panting as well. It stung terribly each time the paddle fell on her wounded posterior, but when it left there was a little rush, almost of...euphoria.

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

*WHAP*

Lois struggled a little in the grip. She could smell pussy now, hear the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of fingers in cunts. Her own pussy was throbbing, abused and yet neglected. There was a deep ache in her ass the exact size of the paddle, and for the first time in her life Lois wished she had more padding back there, as it seemed every stroke was driving the bruised flesh against bone.

*WHAP*

....

*WHAP*

...

*WHAP*

Longer pauses between the strokes now, and the women were moaning openly. Lois could almost feel their eyes on her bruised buttocks and puffy pussy. She must have looked quite a sight, the flesh probably a deep purple where the bruises were forming, right where the edges of the paddle had struck. A weird lassitude filled the reporter's body, and she had ceased to struggle, almost to accept what was coming.

*WHAP-Crack*

Something broke in the final stroke, and for a moment Lois Lane thought it was her. It drove her to the floor, sucking air hard, half-sobbing, her wounded buttocks quivering in the air.

"Well now," Angelica Blaze's voice panted slightly. "It seems we've hurt our new sister. Ladies, you know what to do."