With a bare-bottom spanking

Lena caught her breath, glowering at no one in particular. This couldn’t be happening.

It wasn’t impossible, she wouldn’t call anything impossible after everything she’d seen. Just living in Metropolis meant you saw something impossible every other week.

But not this, not some unknown ****, with unknown means, apparently exclusively dedicated to humiliating her.

She exhaled, trying to catch her breath again, still flushed from everything that had happened.

“Ok then,” Lena said. “Back to what’s important, we- oh!”

A cry escaped her lips; this time the **** bent her forwards, pushing her skirt up again. Lena felt a sudden flare of pain in her ass like it had been slapped.

Seriously, it was doing that?! Lena swallowed, quickly straightening, pushing her skirt back down.

Pretend nothing happened, pretend-

She was immediately pushed back into the same position in the blink of an eye, feeling the same spanking. God damn it, really? Not content with exposing her, it had progressed to spanking her like a disobedient child.

Lena **** herself to stand up straight again, pointedly not meeting the gaze of the journalists. No, stay strong. Don’t cry, it was humiliating, but don’t-

“Ah!” A gasp escaped her lips; she wasn’t even bent over that time, just her skirt hiked up, but she still felt what must have been a handprint.

This was the respond to asking it to stop? Fuck. Lena whimpered, closing her eyes and just praying it would end.

It didn’t last, thankfully. She had to wonder how she’d looked though, standing there, gasping, her skirt constantly rolling itself up.

Hastily she wiped her eyes, tears beginning to bead up. No, she was stronger than that.

“I-” Lena began, and faltered.

She couldn’t just go on with the conference after all this, could she?!

And in that moment of hesitation, there was a rush of air and Lena felt her skirt be torn away. She glanced down, hating how unprofessional the squeak of shock and dismay that escaped her lips sounded.

She reached down, trying to cover her cunt with her hands, knowing full well it was too late. Nervously, hastily, she turned on the spot; maybe it had just been yanked down again.

But no, it was gone. She was left in just her blouse and bra, and- and fuck, she’d just shown her freshly spanked ass to the journalists. God only knew what they’d make of that.

Hastily she moved, darting closer to her podium. At least if she stayed behind it they couldn’t see her cunt; now she just had to pray no one moved behind her, and try to work out what the hell to do when they were gone.

“Less money to R&D than Lex, but all the projects are above-board and beneficial,” Lena said, getting it all out in one breath. “Third topic, not that important, check our website tomorrow. Fourth-”

She swallowed. She just wanted this to be over.