Yes, so long as no one notices the continuing spanking

Part of her wanted to run, though she knew that wouldn’t work; if whatever **** was responsible responded by her threatening to leave by stealing her skirt and panties and by spanking her, she didn’t want to think about what might happen if she tried to get off the stage.

Especially as getting off stage would necessitate baring her bottomless body.

She felt the air against her bare cunt, and bit her lip. No, stay strong, hopefully give a good impression despite everything-

Lena found her voice again. Where was she? Right.

“Fourth,” she said. “Our latest patent is for-”

Another sudden breeze, and the feel of another slap against her ass; Lena gave a thoroughly undignified squeak, stumbling forwards into the podium from shock.

Fuck. Ok, it wasn’t done with that then was it? Slightly flustered, she tried to steady herself.

“The patent covers a device we created that- ah! That can detect the presence of non-human- ah!”

She gripped the podium tighter, trying and failing not to blush. Just stay behind the podium and no one would see anything.

They’d seen far too much already, but if she stayed here at least she looked vaguely decent. A ruffled blouse, slightly messy hair from the wind, but that was it.

Just so long as no one else saw her cunt again, no one saw her ass. She didn’t want to look back to see if it had gone red.

“The benefits are medical, scientific and person-ah!”

She could barely get a sentence out without the wind rushing past her again.

Focus, Lena. She tried not to whimper at the next spank; this was the end of the press conference, the point that was meant to leave a good final impression. She couldn’t let anything mess it up.

“For example,” Lena tried to begin.

And then she felt herself stumble sideways, the wind this time strong enough to push her. Flustered, Lena tried to hurry back behind the podium, her cheeks reddening to almost the same shade as her ass when cameras went off.

The moment she was back behind cover, she felt herself get spanked again.

Lena whimpered, managing at least to hold back tears of humiliation. Was that really it, this **** wanted her to expose herself and was going to punish her every moment she didn’t?

No, damn it, she was stronger than that. There wasn’t much more to get through, she’d show it-

“Ah!” Lena cried at another spank, before quickly trying to school her expression.

The gathered press looked at her, mystified. She hastily straightened, biting her lip at the next. No, damn it, she was a Luthor, not some unruly child. She had little love for that name, but it still meant a certain amount of strength, not someone overwhelmed by a spanking.

Fuck, what were the crowd thinking?

“Prototypes have passed testing, and we hope to- mmf! hope to roll them out by the end of the month,” Lena said. “The last thing to say is- ah!”

It just wasn’t stopping. She squirmed, still gripping the podium tightly, still far too embarrassed to move from behind it.