Justice is served

"You can't do this to me! Don't you know who I... ow!"

"Heard it all before, lady."

"OW! OW OW OW!"

The crowd chants along with Daisy, as your hand comes down again and again on the jiggly bubble butt of the kicking, squealing, furious Queen of Justice. "Ninety-five! Ninety-four!"

"EEK! THIS ISN'T FAIR!"

"It's like, the definition of fairness." The Queen's ass wiggles as you bring your hand down as hard as you can, making a pleasing thwack sound and eliciting a satisfying squeal. You can feel the sting in your palm, and know it must be stinging her even harder. It occurs to you that you still don't know what the rest of her body looks like.

"Ninety-two! Ninety-one!"

You grab the hem of her robe and rip it right off her body, exposing a lovely, toned, aristocratic figure, clad in golden lingerie. Her hair is neatly braided, and a white mask covers her face, the only thing hiding her modesty from public view. Without, the whole town would know who she was.

You give her another smack, as the crowd chants "Ninety!"

"So, Queen," you say, letting your hand rest possessively on her upturned ass. "I have a question for you. Would you rather lose the mask, or the underwear?"

"W-what?"

"Naked but masked, or bare-faced in your bra and panties? It's a simple question. You're getting spanked either way, of course."