disciplining my rebellious daughter

After integrating the Court of the Owl into his ranks, you return to your mansion to reward your girls—starting with Jade, who has a spanking fetish and enjoys being a girl who gets disciplined.

Jade stood before him, her posture defiant, yet her eyes betraying a feverish anxiety. She wasn't wearing casual clothes; to Michael’s delight, she had retrieved her old Robin uniform—form-fitting and accentuating every curve. The tight, short bottoms perfectly molded the roundness of her buttocks, which trembled slightly as she watched him.

"You were efficient today, Jade," Michael said, his voice low and heavy with authority. "But efficiency requires discipline. And I know you miss that discipline."

A mischievous smile played on Jade’s lips. She didn't say a word; she simply walked to the nearest marble wall and, with a fluid motion, leaned forward, pressing her hands against the cold stone. She arched her back, pushing her rear outward, offering herself completely to her master.

Michael stepped closer. He was in no rush. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. Without warning, he delivered the first smack.

*WHACK!*

The sound echoed through the hall like a gunshot. Jade let out a sharp moan—a mix of shock and ecstasy. Michael’s hand was large and heavy, and the impact left the uniform fabric stretched taut over flesh that was already beginning to sting. He didn't stop. Rhythmically, he struck each cheek, alternating hands to create a cadence of punishment and pleasure.

*WHACK! WHACK!*

The skin beneath the fabric began to heat up. When Michael finally pulled her uniform down, exposing the pale, firm nudity of her buttocks, the red marks of his fingers were already there, mapping out his ownership. Jade was panting, her face pressed against the marble, her breasts swaying as she silently begged for more.

"You like the feel of my handprint, don't you?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes... please, Daddy... now..." she moaned, her voice breaking.

He didn't make her wait. Michael freed his cock, which throbbed with the intensity of a man who had just conquered an empire. With a rough, possessive movement, he grabbed her by the hips—feeling the firmness of her flesh—and thrust into her all at once from behind.

Jade let out a cry that echoed through the mansion. The sensation of being filled by that divine vastness made her tremble from head to toe. Michael thrust hard, each stroke driving her against the wall, making her feel as though she were fusing with the marble. He wasn't gentle; he owned this reality, and every thrust was a reminder of who held the power.

After a few minutes of frenzied passion, he pulled back but didn't let her move away. With a silent command, he sat in a black leather armchair and pulled her onto his lap.

Jade, her eyes clouded with lust and her buttocks still stinging from the spanking, sat facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, locking eyes with him as she slowly lowered herself, feeling every inch of Michael fill her deep inside.

She began to bounce.

At first, the movements were slow and circular, feeling the intense pressure against her inner walls. Then, the pace quickened. She bounced vigorously, her breasts swaying and sweat glistening on her skin. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Jade let out rhythmic moans, surrendering herself completely to the pleasure of being the queen of a throne made of flesh and divine power.

Michael watched her—his right hand gripping her thigh, his left caressing her hair—feeling as though Gotham would soon lie at his feet; yet, on that night, his focus was entirely on Jade’s ecstasy. After climaxing, Michael withdrew his cock from Jade.

(images created by Lawless)