By Anonymous. (Edited by GW)

An Amazon heroine infiltrates an odd school, for wayward girls.

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, torture, rape and other perversities. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by,mature adults, over the age of twenty one.

This story was sent to me, by an author who wishes to remain anonymous. I contributed the fight scene, and have made minor editing and format changes.

Chapter 1.  Our heroine learns about the school for delinquent girls.

Diana Prince was first introduced to the slimly beautiful, young lady, of about 27 or 28 years old, by a friend and co-worker at IADC. The young lady's name was Amy Bradford.  Amy appeared distracted during the conversation. She gave a start, when Diana touched her arm, and blushed.

"I'm sorry, I have a lot on my mind."  Amy said.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Asked Diana. At that point, Diana's friend excused herself and left for her office. Amy's hand twist nervously a moment, before she said.

"My younger sister was recently arrested for vandalism and the court sent her to this 'Clinic' for evaluation. I know this does not seem too harsh on the face of it. I know that my family and I were very relieved when we learned this was the course the courts were to take. We were deathly afraid, she would be sent to reform school! But after visiting her I have begun to
wonder."

Amy paused and looked at Diana closely.  She  saw a tall woman with dark hair, deep blue
eyes that were badly setoff by the large rim glasses she was wearing. Her figure seemed stocky even for her height, 6'1" in 3" heels. Her long skirt hid her legs past her knees but her calves were nicely rounded. She did not know why she was telling Diana this very private horror story about her family. She slowly realized that it was Diana's non-judgmental understanding that was the cause.

"Where is this Clinic?" asked Diana.

"It has a wing of the young lady's finishing school, Orion's School for Girls on Market Street." Said Amy.

Diana remembered the building as a large rambling affair, taking up 2 blocks.  It had several stories and was surrounded by a high wrought iron fence.

Amy explained she had visited Francie the previous day only to find her subdued and she seemed worried that someone would hear Amy asking questions about the procedures the Clinic used. Francie denied anything was wrong but appeared to be very nervous.

Diana could tell Amy was very worried about her younger sister. "Were you and Francie very close?" Asked Diana.

Amy smiled and said, "Up until I got married last year, we were inseparable!"

Diana smiled warmly and tried to console Amy and then asked if she had met any of the staff.

Amy replied with a flush, "Yes the headmistress. Ms. Wainwright called me to her office after I had talked with Francie. She explained that her 'students' had lost all privileges and had to earn them. She was very intimidating and quickly calmed me down. I can understand how she's able to run that place even if she is my age and only about 5'5". She does have a nice shape.

Diana thought, 'I think, I will pay a visit to this place'. She excused herself and went back to her office.

Later that evening, Wonder Woman sat in Dan Ormman's office in the courthouse. Dan was looking at some records on previously interred young ladies in the clinic.

"There have been reports that the girls who were released from the Clinic are very quiet and submissive. They no longer caused any problems for their families and were generally very obedient. Hmmm. This is interesting, the age of girls interred at the Clinic ranges from 13 to 23."

"Don't you think that women in their 20's should be able to conduct their own business without being answerable or 'obedient' to anyone?" Diana asked sharply.

"Normally, yes. But these girls were on the road to a long term in jail and they seemed to have turned around in their attitude and will be making constructive contributions to society now." Dan said. "This Clinic is the first with any respectable figures on the number of girls that leave and
become responsible citizens."

Diana said, "That may be true, but if they are harming those gir. . .young women then they should be brought to justice."

Dan hid a smirk at Diana's near lapse in calling those bitches, 'girls' behind his hand. He then agreed with Diana while watching her speculatively, noting her dark hair held back by the tiara; her deep blue eyes that were lost in thought; the lightly muscled shoulders; large breasts; slim waist and long firm legs that were bare all the way up to her bikini pants. He thought this nosy superheroine might benefit from the training program at the Clinic, herself.   She was very beautiful and should be more submissive and obedient. He smiled at the thought of the imperious Wonder Woman going through the training procedures in place at the Clinic.

Diana did not notice the dark hunger in his eyes due to being lost in thought. Dan asked, "Why are you interested, Wonder Woman?"

Wonder Woman answered, evasively. "Something I overheard indicated there may be extreme
measures being used on these young, defenseless ladies"  This time she did see the brief flicker of anger in Dan's eyes. "It was strong enough that I have cleared my schedule for the next couple of weeks to research this clinic."

Dan asked, "How are you going to proceed when the courts have wholeheartedly approved the Clinic's procedures?"

Wonder Woman frowned and crossed her long legs, while Dan admired the play of her nicely muscled thighs. She said, "I need to get inside to see if there is something sinister going on that the courts are not aware of."

Dan said, "You can't just waltz in unannounced, or even announced. They would only show you what they wanted you to see."

Wonder Woman crossed her arms over her formidable chest and raised her right hand to slowly pluck at her lower lip. "I could just sneak in."

Dan laughed and said, "Breaking and Entering, I would have to have you arrested instead of your doing any good." Dan became thoughtful at that point while Wonder Woman snapped, "Have you a better idea?"

Dan said, " I have an idea that would get you in even in your uniform." He looked sharply at
her, "I assume you want to go in decked out in fighting gear." He said more as a statement than question.

Diana gripped the arms of the chair and leaned forward eagerly, overlooking Dan's quick glance at her cleavage.

"I thought so. But . . . no, that would not work. If something went wrong you would not have any backup and there has to be someone here on the Clinic's payroll to ensure this type of thing does not happen."

"What is your idea" asked Wonder Woman. "I am not worried about backup and surely we can figure a way around the other problem."

"My thought was to send you in for an evaluation. But without any supporting evidence their snoop could find, you still would not be able to discover anything." Said Dan.

Wonder Woman slowly thought about this and then smiled. "How about I get arrested as a woman pretending to be Wonder Woman and then you can send me over to the Clinic and have all the supporting documentation in place for their snoop."

"Are you sure, Wonder Woman? No one can know where you are. The policemen would have to be someone who is not familiar with you."

Wonder Woman answered, with an arched eyebrow, expressing her serene self-assurance. "Don't you think, I have a better chance of defending myself than any 23 year old!"

Dan's gaze traveled the length of her body again this time in full appreciation of her lightly muscled shoulders, firm bust barely concealed by the bra cups of her uniform, slim waist and full firm thighs that were completely bare up to the bikini panties and nodded, "Ahem, yes. I guess
you can!"
 

Chapter 2 Wonder Woman implements Dan Ormman's plan.

The next evening, Dan received a call from the police station that a Wonder Woman impostor was being held. He smiled, the plan was underway.

Dan went to the jail and saw the policemen that had arrested the impostor. After interviewing them and filling out the forms he was able to have "Wonder Woman" brought to an interrogation room.

Dan smiled at her as she was brought in and forced into the seat opposite him. She put on a show of being tough and rebellious. He talked to her, being deliberately condescending. She frowned at him to let him know she did not appreciate the joke. He explained to her that at her age she would get jail time. He went on in this vein in an attempt to intimidate her as he would anyone jailed for a crime above a misdemeanor but not a felony.  This came to an end when he asked her if she was interested in an alternative disciplinary action?

"What is your name?"

"Diana."

"Are you interested in a different method of corrective training to become a productive member of our society?"

"I am interested in getting out of here. Wearing this costume is not illegal. You do not have any reason to hold me!"

"On the contrary, dear, there is a regulation against wearing a costume of a recognized super hero or heroine. You can be incarcerated in the local jail for up to 180 days. Then, if the court wants to make an example of you, which I would have to endorse after witnessing your attitude, they can extend this up to 5 years in the state penitentiary."

Wonder Woman did not understand why Dan was coming down so hard on her. She was starting to worry about it, but took comfort from the power her girdle offered and the options her magic lasso made available to her. She decided that she should answer his question so they could get started on the next part of the plan. But if he thought she was going to pretend to be
intimidated he was in for a surprise, she thought grimly.

"Okay! What does this alternate training consist of and how do I go about getting into the course?" asked Wonder Woman.

"That is a good question, Diana." "The name is Wonder Woman"  The heroine answered
defiantly.

Dan smiled and responded, "Are you sure? Do you want to spend the next six years in prison?"

Diana hung her head and muttered, "No."

Dan was secretly pleased to see the great crimefighter acting so humbled, even if she was only playing a role.  He pushed the forms across the table for her to sign. "Just put your name at the bottom beside the X."

Diana signed 'Diana Prince' on each copy.

Dan smiled and said, "I'm sure you will learn a great deal in this course you have willingly agreed to be enter into. And as agreed in these documents you will submit to the dominance of your instructors and their representatives. I will leave you now to think about your future."

Diana was not pleased with the terms Dan had used. 'Dominance' over her, indeed! 'But, she thought.  "i suppose he had to make this appear to be real. There's  no telling who might have been listening to the conversation."

Wonder Woman sat there and thought about her next move, once she was inside the Clinic. She would have to snoop around carefully until she had the evidence she needed, if indeed there was anything requiring evidence.

As time passed, and no one came for her, Wonder Woman started to feel slight apprehension. A man had handcuffed her arms in such a fashion that she could just reach the top of her large, toned, full, well rounded bottom. This had the effect of putting her amazing, creamy, proudly uplifted breasts on display. She started shifting in place, testing her cuffs to see if she could break free. She decided that even if she had not lost her super strength, when the man handcuffed her, she would have had trouble breaking free. As it was, she would have to sit here until someone  decided to release her.
 
 

Chapter 3 Wonder Woman is observed in the interrogation room.

Dan went into the observation room where a young lady in her late 20s was waiting. They greeted each other as friends and then turned to observe Wonder Woman through the one way mirror.

Dan suggested, "While we are waiting for her to start feeling a bit apprehensive, let us celebrate the next step in our procedure." The lady smiled and agreed.

Dan produced a fine wine and some glasses. The lady, Ms. Wainwright said, "So this is  Wonder Woman. She is a real princess?"

Oh, yes!" Said Dan. "The whole story is true. She comes from a mystical island of beautiful creatures like herself, at a location no one knows.  She's the daughter of their Queen."

"How do you plan to proceed?" asked Dan.

"Well, I have decided that the best way is to make use of her own magic to help prepare her mind for her rehabilitation."

"But won't that negate the training exercise?" asked Dan.

"Not the way I am going to use it. I plan to remove any sense of urgency and to enforce her belief in the need to remain undercover. She will help with her own humiliation and submission! " said Ms. Wainwright. "Here take a look at this list I made and see if you agree with my assessment and if you think we should add anything.

Dan read the list mumbling half aloud.
"1. Wonder Woman, you will not use your super strength on anyone at, associated with or visiting the clinic.
2. Wonder Woman, your amazon warriors' skills will completely desert you, if you attempt to use them on anyone at, associated with, or visiting the Clinic.
3. Wonder Woman, you will believe that submitting to the training system will allow you to find the information you need to prove the misdeeds you suspect.
4. Wonder Woman, you will come to admire and crave the respect of the headmistress of the Clinic.
5. Wonder Woman, you will come to realize that the punishment, while very humiliating and painful, is not dangerous or physically damaging.
6. Wonder Woman, as time goes by you, will slowly start to lose your ability to deny to yourself your own sexual urges.
7. Wonder Woman, as time goes by you those urges will become ever stronger, and will become  impossible to repress.
8. Wonder Woman, you will become more sensual.
9. Wonder Woman, you will become more sensitive around your nipples, ass and
pussy.
10. Wonder Woman, after a very short time you will wake up every morning will your panty crotch wet from your sexual secretions.
11. Wonder Woman, after a few days at the Clinic, each time you are humiliated or commanded to submit to corporal punishment you will feel the overpowering need to masturbate.
12. Wonder Woman, as your sexual awareness grows you will become more ashamed each time you masturbate in private.
13. Wonder Woman, as your shame grows you will find yourself incapable of preventing your hips from rising to meet each punishment stroke or from spreading your legs enough for the person dominating you physically to see and feel your most private of places.
14. Wonder Woman, before you leave the Clinic, you will find yourself unable to prevent climaxing as you are being held over your superior at the Clinic's lap and your bare bottom is smacked.
15. Wonder Woman, after this happens you will find it easier and have a desire to climax when being disciplined.
16. Wonder Woman, you will begin to dream about males, while enjoying submitting to females at the Clinic.
17. Wonder Woman, you will not consciously think about it but you will want the added humiliation of belonging to a young boy even if you would still submit to his total domination.
18. Wonder Woman, you will slowly come to agree with the suggestion to change your costume to be more sexy and revealing.
19. Wonder Woman, you will never remember having your own golden lasso used on you by Ms. Wainwright.

Dan was surprised by some of the items and asked about the boy part. Ms. Wainwright responded, "I have decided to sell her to the Montgomery's."

Dan smiled, "Little Tommy will appreciate that!  How do you plan to get her to the Clinic?"

"Simple, I am by myself, so I will feel the need to use a drug to subdue her. What she will not know is the ingredients will include a diuretic and a muscle relaxant. That will cause her some pain and great humiliation."  She turned with a smile and said, "Just imagine, the great Wonder Woman being spanked and paddled and then losing of control of her bladder, so she
pees her pants!"

Dan laughed and said, "Don't forget I want to be sure to get copies of the videos of each stage, of her indoctrination!"

"Of course!" Smiled Ms. Wainwright. She then noticed Wonder Woman  was starting to fidget, and declared.  "It's time to begin Wonder Woman's journey Back To School.
 

Chapter 4. Wonder Woman meets Ms. Wainwright and shows her bottom.

Ms. Wainwright entered the interrogation room. "Hello, Young Lady! I am Ms. Wainwright!"  She addressed the imperious superheroine, who was obviously older and more mature than she, as though addressing a school girl. "You call yourself Diana Prince, and claim to be descended from royalty.  Well, Diana, it's too bad you have not learned to act as royalty.  That will be taken care of my 'little princess'."

"You have no right to talk to me that way!"  Snapped Wonder Woman.

"Oh? Then this is not your signature on the release documents?"

"Well, yes, it is!"   Diana admitted, a little flustered. Diana could understand Amy's intimidation by this lady. She had a no nonsense air about her. She radiated control.

"How silly for a princess to dress up as Wonder Woman, a mere peasant dressed up to provide the masses with a distraction to help control them."

"That's not true!"  Spluttered Wonder Woman.

"If not true then why did you dress up as Wonder Woman? Surely, you did not think anyone would believe a young girl like you could be important to the nation's defense! Or did you
believe yourself to be Wonder Woman?"

Diana just looked at the infuriating young woman, with a pouting expression. "She is good!" Thought Diana. "She attacked me as a grownup, and my basic belief in myself!"   Though recognizing the technique, Diana somehow felt a little intimidated, despite her royal background, and unquestioned self assurance.

"Well, if you believe you are the real thing I see no recourse but to give you a sedative to prevent any unwise attempt to leave my custody. I am alone this trip so this is a normal precaution. Stand up, Young Lady!" Ms. Wainwright ordered arrogantly.  She pulled a small bottle and a needle from her bag.

Diana stood uncertainly, feeling rather helpless.  Handcuffed by the arresting officer, she no longer had her super strength, in accordance with Amazon Law.

Ms. Wainwright stood up, and pulled her chair around until the back was facing Diana.
"Please bend over the back of the chair, Young Lady! You can lean on my arm."  Ms. Wainwright's tone brooked no opposition.

Diana gasped. " Why do I need to bend over like that?"  This whole thing wasn't going as she'd planned, and it was making her somewhat nervous, even if she was loath to admit it to herself.

"Because you are much too haughty! Even if it's true that you are a princess, and that remains to be seen, you have broken the law, and must suffer the consequences. I will NOT have a willful, disobedient student!  The sooner you learn respect for my authority, the quicker we will be able to make progress towards your eventual release. Now, are you going to obey me, or should I request assistance from one of the policemen?"

Diana gulped back a retort.  After all, this would get into the school, and that was the important thing. With some trepidation, she walked to the chair, and slowly leaned over the back. With her arms handcuffed behind her, she felt very vulnerable.

Diana felt Ms. Wainwright put her hand behind her neck and push her down until her head was on the seat of the chair. She then said, "Now stay there, Child."

This was very humiliating for Diana but worse was to come. She felt her bikini pulled up on her right cheek completely baring the well rounded globe.  Indignantly she tried to escape. Instead, she received a stinging blow to her bare bottom cheek.

"Lie still, Girl!"  Ms. Wainwright snapped.  Then she added with a smirk. "This won't hurt a bit, just hold still."  She rubbed an alcohol cotton swab on the lower portion of Wonder Woman's opulent, bottom cheek and then pushed the needle in, to inject the drugs. Despite herself, Wonder Woman gave a little squeal, as the sharp needle entered her creamy flesh.

Ms. Wainwright glanced at the mirror, knowing that Dan was now looking at Wonder Woman's bare cheek. With another stinging smack to Wonder Woman's bottom she said. "Now, you may rise!"

Ms. Wainwright watched Diana stand up. Wonder Woman had a very red face, only partly due to being bent over with her head down. Due to the way she was handcuffed she could not get her panties out of her bottom's deep crevice. Ms. Wainwright saw the superheroine's embarrassing predicament, and hid a smirk, as she pulled Diana along toward the door.

Diana gasped and resisted. Ms. Wainwright snapped, "I knew I would have trouble with you!" With a tug she turned Diana enough to reach her nearly bare bottom check, and gave it several
smacks.

"Will you come along quietly or will I need to get help?"

"No! No, I will come along, its just. . ." Diana trailed off, hanging her head in confusion. She was
too embarrassed to continue, abashed at the humiliation of being smacked on her bare bottom, like an unruly school girl.

"It's just, what?"  ms. Wainwright snapped, irritably

"W-well, would you...would you, adjust my pants." Wonder Woman finally blurted out.

"You should have thought of that, when you chose to wear that skimpy little, hussy outfit, without proper undergarments." Snapped Ms. Wainwright. She just glared at Wonder Woman and waited. "Well, if the great superheroine asks to have her panties adjusted like a little girl, this will be easier than I anticipated.!"  The stern young woman thought, smugly.

Diana looked at Ms. Wainwright, and then looked away.  She glanced nervously at the door, and heard the noise of the big roomful of cops, with prisoners being processed. She would be totally embarrassed to have to walk through the room with  her bottom almost bare. There would be snickers and laughter.  But the humiliation of asking the younger woman to adjust her panties. . . but did she have a choice?

With tears of humiliation in her deep, blue eyes, Wonder Woman asked, imploringly. "Please, Ms. Wainwright, will you adjust my panties?"

"Of course, child." Ms. Wainwright said with gentle understanding. This caused Diana to glance with surprise at her and then turn her head in embarrassment as she felt gentle fingers search between the full round cheeks of her boldly rounded bottom. She felt her panties pulled out and her cheek covered.

"Thank you!." Wonder Woman mumbled with an even deeper blush.

Ms. Wainwright smiled gently, and patted the heroine's broad bottom, and then without another  word, she lead the submissive, little girl, formerly known as Wonder Woman out the door.

Instead of continuing on through the station, Ms. Wainwright pulled Diana down a hall and out a side exit. Diana gasped. She was not to be lead through the room with all those men! She had not had to ask to have her panties adjusted in so humiliating a way! Diana was devastated emotionally. She struggled mentally to regain her self assurance. If she was going to do any good for those poor girls she was going to have to remember who and what she was. Wonder
Woman would not be taken in by this psychological domination.

As Diana struggled with her thoughts, Ms. Wainwright led her down the steps and out to a car where her driver was waiting. She climbed in, and with a helping push from the driver, she pulled Diana in behind her. She maneuvered Diana to the little bench seat at the back of the front seat.

As the car started , Ms. Wainwright said, "Well, since you seem to think you are such a high and mighty superheroine, I will make use of your belief, Young Lady!" She nonchalantly  reached over, and removed the power belt from Diana's waist, ignoring Diana's alarmed gasp.

"Oh no that's..." Diana started to protest.

"Silence, Girl!"  Somehow that stern voice silenced the imperious superheroine's protest.

Wonder Woman's magic lasso, was still attached to the power belt. Ms. Wainwright removed it and examined it, with interest. She held the magic lasso a moment, and then said, "Lets see
how powerful suggestion is when based upon your delusions."

She placed the magic lasso around the shoulders of Wonder Woman and asked, "Who are you?"

Compelled by her own lasso to answer, Diana responded. " I'm Diana, Princess of Paradise Island, daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons.  In the Man's World, I'm called Wonder Woman."

"Why are you interested in the Clinic?"

Still compelled to answer truthfully, any question, Wonder Woman replied. "I talked with Amy Bradford, who is very worried about her sister. My investigation lead to the discovery of
some disturbing facts about the Clinic, that I wanted to verify first hand."

"I will have to teach Amy Bradford a lesson in manners. She is old enough to learn that she should not be talking about the affairs of others!"  Ms. Wainwright thought of the beautiful blond sister of her other charge.  She had wondered what it would be like to have both sisters' bare bottoms to punish at the same time. Perhaps, now she had good reason to find out.

"So you have nothing incriminating?"

"No." Sighed Diana.

"Who knows you are on this mission?"

"Only Dan Ormman."

Ms. Wainwright's knowing, smug smile at her answer, caused Diana a moment's uneasiness. Had she trusted the wrong person? She had no time to consider this disturbing new possibility.

Ms. Wainwright smiled, again, and said.  "Now, Diana, you will listen to, and obey the following rules!"  The woman then repeated the list of rules she had shown Dan Ormman, earlier.  When she finished, she made Diana repeat each one, so they were clearly imprinted on her mind.  Then she ordered Diana to fall into a deep sleep.  The tall superheroine slumped down in her seat. She fought drowsiness for a few moments, but then her heavy eyes closed.  She moaned a little in her sleep, her lips twitching.

Ms. Wainwright sat back in her seat, a pleased smile on her face
 
 

Chapter 5. Wonder Woman arrives at the school.

Diana woke slowly, becoming aware that they had arrived at the Clinic. Something troubled her, something that happened in the car, but try as she might she couldn't remember what it was.

Diana looked out the car window and saw Ms. Wainwright talking with the driver. Ms. Wainwright then turned and went inside. The driver came over and opened her door. Diana tried to get out, but moved slowly, and clumsily, due to the muscle relaxant, that was now active in her blood stream.

The driver reached into the car, and took hold of Diana's arm. He gently pulled her out of the
car.  Bending down, he grabbed Diana around the upper thighs and threw her over his shoulder.

Wonder Woman squealed in dismay.

The man smirked.  "If I have to carry you around, I should be rewarded for the effort! You weigh a ton!  It must be that fat bottom!"  He slowly rubbed his hands up and down Diana's thigh, thoroughly enjoying their smooth texture. Diana made a muffled moan at this indignity. She received a stinging smack to the center of her bottom, low down, where the star formed the meeting of her thighs, buttocks and pussy. The smack set off ripples in her cheeks and stung her pussy lips.

"Behave yourself!"  The driver admonished, with another stinging slap to Wonder Woman's enchanting bottom.  "You may be a princess to the world, but here, you're just another delinquent, little girl, although, I've got to admit, you have a a very fully developed body, for a little girl.  This place will allow you to receive the full treatment you richly deserve. When you leave here, you'll know that a hand on your leg, or a smack to your fat bottom, is what you need to remind you of your manners and your rightful place in this world."  The man emphasized each point with a smack to each bottom cheek, and another to the center of her defenseless person.

Diana stiffened in outrage. When she finished this investigation she would teach this. . . this person! Her place in this world, indeed!!  Fat Bttom, indeed!! She tried to hold this thought uppermost in her mind, but could not stop the feelings of helplessness, when the man continued to rub her thighs. He started on the outside of her legs and then moved to the soft inner thigh. He slowly rubbed up her inner thighs until he came to her crotch.

Diana froze in a wide eyed stare. "No! it couldn't be, no one would do this, NO ONE would DARE do this to Wonder Woman!"  Then Diana remembered; she was undercover, and this oaf did not realize this was Wonder Woman's ass he'd smacked, Wonder Woman's legs he stroked, and Wonder Woman's pussy he was slowly fingering. Then, Diana experienced something even worse, something she was not expecting from herself. She felt her pussy getting wet. Her nipples were fully engorged and felt itchy.

The driver gave Diana another smack to her bottom, that caused a shiver to course through her amazonian body. "Here we are!" He said, and after knocking on a door he entered in response to the summons from the other side.
 

Chapter 6. Wonder Woman's first corporal correction.

The driver went into the room and put Diana down in front of a huge mahogany desk. Ms. Wainwright was seated behind the desk. Diana felt she needed to recapture her self-respect and launched into a stormy denunciation of the man's actions.

"This person took liberties with me that were completely disrespectful! He can not be trusted with young, helpless women and should be released!" Diana was so upset, that she stamped her foot, and tightly clenched her hands . The shock waves traveled from her foot; up her full, rounded thigh; through her bottom cheeks causing a tremor in her pussy she tried to ignore; up her torso and caused her large, rounded tits to shake; leaving the nipples even more engorged.

"Do you have any proof of this, little princess?" Asked Ms. Wainwright as she took out a large, leather strap, and laid it on the desk in front of her. It was two feet in length including the handle and about ½ inch thick and 3½ inches wide.

Diana stared at the paddle and stammered, "Pr. . pr. . proof?" She was insulted from, being called 'little princess' but was too concerned with the paddle and its probable use to pursue the issue.

"Yes, proof! You have been charged with a crime. That crime consists of pretending to be someone you are not. This will cause embarrassment to your family and friends. Your word at this time does not carry the weight of even the lowest employee here. So, what is your proof, did someone see you or hear you screaming while struggling for freedom?" Asked Ms. Wainwright
calmly, yet sharply.

Diana blushed as she remembered that these activities had not occurred to her. As Wonder Woman she had not felt the least threatened just humiliated from the driver's actions.

Ms. Wainwright smiled and said, "So you have no evidence, just accusations without proof? Well, little princess, that is not allowed here at the Clinic. Part of your training is to learn to
control any outburst of rebellion. And I am here to teach that to you!"  She grasped the handle of the paddle, rose from behind the desk, and approached Diana to take her arm and lead her to the front of the desk until it pressed into the front of Diana's thighs.

"Wait!" Diana exclaimed desperately.

"Why should I wait? Do you have evidence?" Asked Ms. Wainwright as she unbuckled the power belt and then using a key she had in her pocket, she unlocked Diana's handcuffs. The order of events was not lost on Diana. If she had unlocked the handcuffs first then Wonder Woman would have been restored to her full power and glory. But this had not happened. She was starting to feel intimidated by the much younger headmistress, who always seemed one step ahead of her.

As Ms. Wainwrith locked away her precious power belt and magic lasso, Diana remembered when she was young and in training on Paradise Island. She had irritated her trainer, and the older Amazon had smacked her bottom a couple of times. Later she had noticed that there were red marks on her bottom that were slowly fading. Diana said, "Yes, I do have evidence."

"Well, hurry up. What is your 'evidence'?" Asked Ms. Wainwright with a frown that produced a tremor in Diana's tummy.

Diana blushed, even deeper and said, "My bottom will have red marks where he smacked me."

Ms. Wainwright smirked and said, "Show me them!"

"WHAT?" gasped Diana, looking at her, hoping she had misunderstood.

"If your bottom is red, then I will take Mr. Pierce to task. If not, then your punishment will double."

"How can I show you with him here watching?" Diana was not thinking clearly and barely realized that this was the first time she had heard the driver's name. She was more concerned with being asked to bare her bottom cheeks in front of both Ms. Wainwright and Mr. Pierce. How could Ms. Wainwright ever respect her as a woman, if she bared her bottom in front of a man?

"You just reach back and grasp the legs of your panties and pull them up high, so I can see if these red marks exist!" Ms. Wainwright said in a reasonable tone.

"I can't!" moaned Diana.

"Then your punishment is doubled!" Diana felt like someone had struck her hard in the tummy. Her face drained of all blood and she glanced at Mr. Pierce to see his hawkish eyes practically devouring her mostly bare body.

Ms. Wainwright said, "Thank you, Mr. Pierce. That will be all." With a bow and one last bold glance at Diana, he left.

Diana was extremely thankful that no one would witness her coming humiliation and softly murmured, "Thank you."

Ms. Wainwright gently patted Diana's shoulder and smiled, thinking to herself. "'Little do you realize, Wonder Woman, you are being video taped for sale on the black market. The proceeds from a video of Wonder Woman being paddled without any resistance will be phenomenal!"

Then, Ms. Wainwright became all business and said. "Do not let this small kindness go to your head Diana, my little princess. In the future you will receive public corporal punishment, if you misbehave!" She slowly pushed Diana forward onto the desk, pushing Diana's arms up so she was reaching across to the far side.  "Do not raise up, little princess, or reach back to block any blow to your plump bottom. If you do, I will have to tie your hands down and start from the beginning and add an extra 10 strokes."

Diana blushed, a deep red that reached down to the uncovered portion of her breasts. She determined to not offer any resistance. She hardly aware of it consciously, but somehow, deep down, she wanted, more than anything, to earn this most admirable woman's respect. She then realized that she had been ignoring her body's messages. She felt the need to visit the bathroom, quite urgently, in fact.

Diana debated whether to ask to go to the bathroom, and realized this would make her appear to be the 'little princess' Ms. Wainwright seemed to think she was. She decided that she could hold out until this ordeal was over.

Ms. Wainwright noticed the clenching of Diana's bottom cheeks, and how tightly pressed together her legs were and smiled. She knew the signs of the diuretic taking effect. "Not too much longer 'little princess' and even you will agree, that you deserve to be treated as a baby, instead of being respected as a superheroine!"

Ms. Wainwright raised the paddle, aimed slowly and then whisked it down, to loudly impact on the center of the renowned Wonder Woman's raised bottom. The impact created tremors  throughout Diana's body and even the tightly enclosed, pantied bottom.

Ms. Wainwright set her momentum at about 10 strokes a minute. After six minutes she heard the first gasp from Wonder Woman. She smiled.  "Not too much longer, 'little princess', and those gasps will turn to tears, and then heartbroken sobs. Then the best part, the part you humiliate yourself by peeing your panties!' Ms. Wainwright thought triumphantly.

The headmistress then altered her approach. She had been striking from above, covering the tops of Diana's hips down to the center of her deeply divided bottom.  She brought the paddle around in an uplifting swing that connected with Diana's defenseless bottom at the base. This had the effect of lifting Diana's bottom cheeks, and when the paddle lifted off, the red mark appeared at the panty legs on the base of both cheeks.

After another two minutes, Diana was unable to hold back her grunts and groans at each stroke. She was lifting one or the other leg and waving it around trying to alleviate the heat and pain after each stroke. After 10 minutes, Ms. Wainwright stopped and admired the red bottom. There were dark bruises on the outside of each leg, where the end of the paddle had hit.  Ms. Wainwright was very experienced at this and had switched over to the other side after 5 minutes, to allow the paddle to come from Diana's right so both sides had equal time.

Now, Ms. Wainwright approached Diana, rubbed her bottom and said, "Just think, little princess, if you had not rebelled, and accused my associate of acting improperly your bottom smacking would be over. But this next session should teach you to restrain yourself and speak with respect to and about those who are your superiors!"

Diana could not prevent her bottom from wriggling back and forth, up and down, as she tried to alleviate the pain. There were pools of tears on the desk, and she stared at them with her hair hanging down, hiding her face from her tormentor. She gripped the far edge of the desk with a death grip.

Ms. Wainwright smiled, when there was no response to her taunt, and laid the paddle on Diana's lower back, so she could pull her hair back behind Diana's ear, and gaze at her pain filled and teary eyed face. "Be strong, little princess. Your punishment is half over."

Ms. Wainwright started again, and this time she used stronger strokes and all of them were on the lower half of Diana's bottom, and down the backs of her thighs. Diana could not prevent the yelps and cries at each stroke. She could no longer concentrate her mind to keep her legs closed, they both waved in the air after each stroke.

Ms. Wainwright had reached the second set of 60, when, Diana, both long gorgeous legs waving in the air, to her surprise, started urinating. She could not stop! The pee ran down her long legs to pool on the floor. Diana was devastated. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She had survived many traps and much punishment at the hands of different villains
and villienesses in her career, but she had never wet herself before. And to do so in front of this woman was too much. She broke down sobbing and apologized profusely.

Ms. Wainwright kept a straight face, after one smirk into the camera's lens, and then snapped, "You are even more of a child than I thought 'little princess'. What if your family and friends could see you now? How much respect would you have?" This caused Diana to release the desk and try to hide her face in her hands.

Ms. Wainwright ordered Diana to stand up. "You will be punished for this with an additional 20 strokes of this very same paddle." She approached Diana and turned her so her back was to the camera and pulled Diana's hands away from her face. Diana could not look the stern young woman in the face. She hung her head, totally subservient. Ms. Wainwright took hold of her chin and raised her head so she could look in Diana's face. Diana kept her eyes closed in shame.

"You will also have to clean this mess up. Now, take off your panties, and clean up your mess."

Diana's eyes snapped open in dismay. Take off her panties?  But then she would be reduced to being a bare bottomed child! "Please! May I get some towels from the linen closet?"

"No, my dear, you may not! You must be punished for this, and that includes taking the rest of your richly deserved punishment on your bare bottom. Take your panties OFF, NOW!"

In a daze, Diana grasped her panties at the hip, and with a wiggle to help lower them over her wide hips, she unknowingly presented her bottom in all its glory to the camera lens. She lifted each leg to remove the panties, thus providing a clear view of her pussy, as well. With a last pleading look at the headmistress, Diana accepted her defeat, and slowly went to her knees,
with her bottom pointed at the hidden camera and mopped up her urine with her panties. This caused her red, bruised bottom to sway from side to side.

When she finished mopping up the last disgusting drop, Wonder Woman stood up, and looked at Ms. Wainwright.  The headmistress had a plastic bag held open.

As Diana dropped her wet panties into the bag, Ms. Wainwright said. "Go ahead and take off your bodice as well!"

With more tears running down her face, Diana reached behind her and undid her top. Slowly her breasts were bared in all their glory. They were large but defied gravity proudly. The nipples were red and swollen.

Ms. Wainwright laid the paddle on the desk, and approaching Diana, placed one hand on her bare bottom, where she began to rub gently. With her other hand she grasped Diana's right breast, and flicked the nipple with her forefinger. Diana trembled and looked at her in disbelief.
How dare this woman fondle Wonder Woman's breast?

Ms. Wainwright said. "These may cause you some embarrassment when you are with the other girls. If so, we have access to a cosmetic surgeon who can reduce them if you would like."

"NO!" Diana almost shouted in fear, instantly forgetting her indignation. Then more quietly, she continued, "That will not be necessary!" She looked down in wonder as Ms. Wainwright continued to milk her breast and tweak her nipple. The hand on her bottom combined with the manipulation of her breast was making her pussy tremor, and its juices to run. Her hips were also starting to move in ways not associated with the pain from her paddling. Diana was confused; why was the pain and humiliation starting to feel so stimulating?

Ms. Wainwright smiled and said, "I know you are in pain my dear, so I will allow you to stand for the last part of your punishment, IF you hold still?  Standing will not stretch your bottom, and will not hurt as much. It will be more humiliating, and that will offset the lessened pain. We use  humiliation in addition to corporal punishment to reach our students, so there are no physical damages."

Diana thought.  "I will have to cooperate in my own degradation, but I cannot go over that desk again! If only there was some way out of this?" She looked round the room hoping for some kind of intervention or escape, but there was none. She  felt a tremor in her lower body,  and realized that she needed to answer, or she would again humiliate herself, this time sexually! She said. "A-all right, yes, I will not resist."

"Thank you, dear. Now hold your hands behind your head, and lean forward just a little. This caused Diana's breast to sway out from her chest, and her bottom, already boldly out thrust by the heels on her calf high boots, to stick out even further.

"Are you ready?" Diana nodded. "I want you to count these last strokes. If you miss one, then it does not count, and I shall repeat it!"

S W A T!! "One!"

S W A T "Ow, ouch, two!" This continued for several minutes. Diana counting and moaning
as each swat greeted her bare bottom, causing her tits to jump and shiver.  If she only knew it, every tremor and charming flinch of her splendid bust and magnificent behind were captured on video.

Ms. Wainwright could see Diana's pussy and could see drops of pussy cream.  She wanted Diana to remain aroused, but not orgasm, so she stopped after one last hard blow from underneath that raised Diana up on tiptoes and brought a scream from her lungs. She had forgotten to count the stroke.

Ms. Wainwright smugly explained to Diana that stroke had not counted, and with tears in her eyes, Diana again pushed her round, swollen bottom out for another stroke. This one raised her up on tiptoe again but this time she made sure to count.

"FIFTY!!"

"Very good, my dear child! Now go to the closet over there and get your nightgown, while I call your dorm mistress!"

Ms. Wainwright went to her desk and lifted the phone to call someone, turning her back on Diana as if she didn't exist.

Diana resentfully noticed Ms. Wainwright's serene confidence, that she would be obeyed. "Darn it!  How does she  know I won't jump her from behind, and overpower her?  After all, I am twice her size and twice as strong, even without my power belt!"    Diana thought.  The Amazon Princess was not used to be treated as a harmless child.  Yet, she made no move to retaliate, as she rubbed her sore, swollen bottom gently and tried to stop wriggling. Instead, she slowly, obediently made her way over to the closet, and opened the door. She found a short nightgown that wrapped in the back. The back was shorter than the front, so even standing straight she knew she would be showing the inner curves of her bottom. This was going to be very humiliating to wear. She put it on.  "It's better than nothing, I guess." She sniffed to herself.

Ms. Wainwright hung up and smiled when she saw Diana.  Diana blushed but came  to her when Ms. Wainwright beckoned. As Diana walked, she felt her breasts bouncing, and glancing down, saw her nipples standing straight and proud, clearly visible through the thin material.  Her bottom checks rubbed against each other, the tender, punished flesh stretching painfully with each step. To lessen the pain caused by the stripes on her bottom, she swayed her
bottom to alleviate some of the pain.  It almost appeared that she was trying to seduce Ms. Wainwright, as she submissively approached her with hanging head.

Ms. Wainwright said, "Nancy will be here shortly, Diana. She will be your dorm mistress. I know that being punished by a young girl of 19 may seem very humiliating for you, princess, but it will lessen the amount of actual physical punishment we will have to deal out. Besides, after she
delivers a few strokes of the cane to your bare bottom, I am sure you will be reduced to tears and the desire, to not act like the naughty little girl you are. will become stronger. Of course, you will come to respect Nancy, almost as much as you do your headmistress, and desire to please her as much as you can!"

Ms. Wainwright then lifted the hem of the gown to Diana's face, and gently wiped the raven haired girl's tears away. This left Diana nude from the waist down, but she did not think about that, the tenderness of her headmistress' actions left her nude but grateful.

Just then, the door opened and a young girl with dark hair and hazel eyes walked in. She took in Diana's bare lower regions as she said, "You called, ma'am?"

"Yes, this is your new dorm resident. Please meet Diana Prince, she is a true princess. But do not let this sway you when she needs her punishment. The best way to handle an aristocrat is to be firm with them. Even ones as old and mature as Diana will learn, if the rod is not spared."

Then, with a final pat to Diana's  cheek, ignoring the tearful, doe-eyed look,  Ms. Wainwright returned to her seat saying. "In view of Diana's age, she is, no doubt, a little set in her ways! I think you should increase the normal strokes from three to six, with the addition of two extra sets if Diana persists in repeating the same error.

"Then with your permission, ma'am?" Ms. Wainwright nodded and Nancy approached Diana who looked at her apprehensively, not with the bold glance of a heroine, but with the crestfallen, teary  eyes of a young lady afraid of the punishment she knows is coming.

When Nancy reached her, she gently turned Diana, so she could reach the hem at the back of the gown.  She raised each side and snapped it to the waist. This left Diana's entire bottom bare.

Then Nancy smacked the older woman's bare bottom harshly, once on each cheek.   "You have been in the presence of both your dorm mistress, and the headmistress, SMACK SMACK, without assuming the correct position. SMACK SMACK.

Diana towered over Nancy, and could easily have thrown the smaller girl across the room, but she had been placed in the young girl's charge, and the mental commands implanted while she was under the influence of her magic lasso would not allow her a physical response. She could only groan and whimper, "OUCH, NO please!" between each stroke.

"I will be gentle the first time, but do not let this happen again. I want those arms behind your back, with each hand gripping the opposite elbow, and your feet spread well apart." Diana was ashamed at how quickly she servilely assumed the demeaning position.

Nancy then came around to look at Diana's face.  "Your lips should be parted and the tip of your tongue should be slightly visible!"

Diana was mortified! If she allowed herself to assume this position, she would be every male's wet dream. She tentatively shook her head, "No!" only to receive a slap to each cheek causing her face to sting and more tears to fall.

Diana could not summon the strength to fight back, and as Nancy was raising her hand to slap her again, she parted her lips, and allowed the tip of her tongue to peep out. Her broad shoulders trembled  from her weeping, and she hung her head in shame. She was thankful  none of her fellow super heroes and heroines could see her.

Nancy cupped Diana's chin and raised her head to smile gently and say, "I am glad you are able to learn good manners. This will lessen the number of times we have to discipline you. But do not worry, we will not be slack in your training! Now step outside and wait for me. I want you to keep this position, but put your forehead against the wall with your feet at least twenty inches from the wall. That will allow you to offer your backside for additional spanking, if I think you need it when I come and get you!"

Chapter 7. Wonder Woman alone with her dorm mistress.

Nancy appeared a few minutes later. She patted each cheek, as she asked Diana if she had kept her fat bottom in the correct position the entire time she had been left waiting?

Diana blushed, as she answered, "Y-yes, ma'am!"

Nancy spanked each cheek twice and then asked, "Yes, ma'am. . .what?"

Diana wanted to fight back, to regain her lost dignity. But, if she did she would not be able to complete her investigation, and get the evidence she needed to shut down this diabolical clinic. She repeated to herself.  "'I am Wonder Woman! I will survive this!' Aloud she said, "Yes, ma'am! I kept my fat bottom in the correct position the whole time!"

Yet, Wonder Woman had to fight back her sobs, at so demeaning herself, causing her bottom to tense up. Nancy's eyes gleamed at sight of that magnificent croup tensing,  and slyly pulled out her riding crop, the dorm mistress's badge of honor. She energetically swept it up from the floor to smack Diana's tender inner cheeks, and the lower edges of her pussy.

Diana squealed and jumped into the air. Both hands reached around to rub her bottom, while anxiously looking over her shoulder to see if she would be receiving any more. Nancy smiled kindly, and asked if anyone had given permission to leave her punishment position?  More tears pooled in Diana's eyes, her lower lip trembled ,as her voice quivered.  "N-no Ma'am!... I'm s-sorry!"  In apology she quickly placed her forehead back against the wall, gripping the
opposite elbow with each hand behind her back throwing her amazing bosom into prominence, and placing her feet twenty inches from the wall, thus submissively presenting her bottom to Nancy.

A few hours ago, this trembling, frightened woman had been the premiere superheroine of the Nation, a Princess of the Amazons! Now she was blinking rapidly to keep her tears from falling, and was extremely conscious of being at the mercy of her young teenage dorm mistress. She apprehensively expected Nancy to add additional strokes to her already scorched bottom.

Nancy smiled; she rubbed Diana's bottom as she decided to console Diana. "Your bottom needs a rest, little princess. Let's get you to your dorm, and I will rub some cooling cream into your fat bottom."

Diana sighed, and whispered her heartfelt thanks. Wonder Woman could barely control an overwhelming urge to sink down on her knees and hug Nancy''s knees in the extravagant gratitude that flooded her bosom.

Nancy, feigning sympathy, explained that since punishment had been bypassed there had to be a penalty. She told Diana to pull her gown up to her waist in front. This bared her bottom as well as her pussy. Diana almost eagerly complied.

Nancy continued to rub Diana's bottom, as she gently raked her fingers through Diana's pussy fur. She whispered in Diana's ear that the humiliation of knowing that anyone seeing her furry pussy, or well disciplined, fat bottom would know she was a physically mature woman who was accepting her well deserved punishment, just like any young girl.  She then instructed Diana to
repeat  the following until they had reached the dorm. "I have a fat bottom. Men like princesses with fat bottoms and full titties." Diana felt tears roll down her cheeks as she repeated the derogatory refrain all the way to her new dorm.

Nancy walked slightly behind Diana, watching her bottom cheeks flex, and rub against each other as she walked. The slightly exaggerated wiggle in her behind gave away the fact that Diana's body was pulsing with erotic energy. She was leaking pussy juice even worse than before.

When they reached Nancy's room, she indicated that Diana should enter as she held the door open. She gave the red cheeks a hearty smack as Diana passed, and smiled when she heard the tearful gasp but no verbal challenge to her right to discipline Princess Diana, as she pleased.

"Why don't you take off your gown and place your hands behind your head with your feet shoulder width apart, while I get the cream for you fat, bubble butt." Nancy commanded with a
smirk, as she left the room. Diana looked around with anxious eyes, and nervously bit her lower lip, as she racked her brain for some way to escape, what she knew would be a humiliating ordeal. Then with defeat plainly written on her face, she removed her gown and assumed the position as instructed. She hung her head and looked at her raised breast.  She noticed her blood swollen breast and engorged nipples. She was ashamed that she was letting her own humiliation excite her so, but she could not control her feelings. She felt ripe for whatever her dorm mistress had in store for her.

Nancy returned and smiled with pleasure seeing Diana had so readily complied with her instructions. She opened the jar of cream and put some on her fingers, and started briskly rubbing it into Diana's breasts.

"You are a big tittied bitch aren't you?"

"Yes, I am a big tittied bi-bitch!" Diana automatically and tremulously replied. It was starting to feel good having her breasts rubbed. She felt her belly melting, her hips were starting a gently bump and grind. She looked shyly at Nancy, with a wide eyed, open mouth expression of
erotic desire. Oh, what would it feel like for a man or a Boy to do this to her? Diana wondered with an additional little thrill of excitement. "What am I thinking?" She suddenly caught herself.

Nancy seemed to finish, firmly grasping each of Diana's nipples between thumb and forefinger and giving them a pinch, as she pulled them stretching her opulent breasts. Diana threw her head back, with a sensual moan.  Her hips shifted into a higher gear.  When she realized that Nancy was no longer massaging her breasts, she looked around, and discovered Nancy had seated herself in a straight back chair, and was patiently waiting for Diana to recover her composure.

Nancy beckoned Diana over, and as the all raven haired woman approached she pointedly frowned at Diana's dripping pussy. "You need to cover that!" She said. "Would you like a pair
of panties?"

"Oh yes, please!" Diana replied in a small, hopeful voice.

Nancy replied with a frown. "Well, it won't do any good as long as you continue to leak pussy juice by the gallon!" The sneering insult  should have lessened the elevated sexual need, Diana was feeling, but instead it seemed to increase it.  Her body was on fire! She needed some release, desperately! She gave Nancy a pleading look.

Nancy understood, all too well. "Oh, okay. But you will have to help! I want you to play with your breasts and imagine some man playing with them!"

Diana blushed, but did as she was told, and to her shame, enjoyed the feel of her own hands massaging her breasts.

"Turn sideways, and I will let you ride my thumb to orgasm!"

Diana did not really understand, what Nancy meant and innocently presented herself as requested. She felt Nancy's hand rub her bottom, where it joined her thigh and slowly push between her legs, forcing Diana to widen her stance.  Diana groaned as she felt Nancy's thumb slide up her pussy lips, slowly flick her clit, and then abruptly slide back down to push up into her hungry nether mouth.  Diana squealed in shock, as the girl's thumb penetrated that forbidden passage.  Wonder Woman's shock was all the greater, as that thumb brought her to a near climax, when Nancy pulled it out.

Unbelievingly, Diana felt herself squat down in search of . . ."NOOO!" Diana could not control her bucking hips, as she rode a nineteen year old girl's thumb up her bowels toward a mind shattering climax.

THUD. . .Thud. . .thud. . .penetrated Diana's consciousness. She found herself bouncing up and down on her heels, eagerly driving Nancy's thumb up her anus with each bounce and sliding off as she raised herself up on tiptoe. Her breasts were hot and swollen. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers, milking each breast.

It took a moment, after that mind shattering climax, for Diana to finally regain control of herself.  She shame-facedly looked at Nancy, expecting further humiliation in a look or comment. Instead Nancy smiled gently, and soothingly rubbed Diana's lower stomach. The gesture  destroyed Diana's reserve.  She was flooded with a feeling of near adoration for her understanding dorm mistress.

When Nancy gently removed her thumb from Diana's little anal button, with an embarrassing pop. . .she took Diana's hands off her breasts, where she was still unconsciously milking
herself.  She took Diana into her arms and said. "I think, princess, that it has been awhile since you were seen to, you had me worried that the pleasure was going to drive you insane! Are you okay, now?"

"Yes, thank you." Diana said with a shudder as she wrapped her arms around Nancy's neck like a lifeline. She felt Nancy's body press tightly up against her nakedness and wished that Nancy was not wearing her dress. She blushed at the thought, and moved back slightly. Nancy  surprised her with a smoldering kiss, that Diana involuntarily responded to.  Nancy's hands moved to her hot swollen bottom, cheeks, and gently rubbed and squeezed them, as if she owned them.

When Diana was squirming like an eager puppy, Nancy stepped back, and quickly slid her hand between Diana's legs and cupped her pussy. She said, "Lets go wash this critter down before it floods my room!"

Diana was very embarrassed by the comment, but also felt the tremor in her lower belly. Dear Goddess!  Was she nothing more than a horny slut?  Diana forgot that thought, when Nancy gently shoved  her toward the one interior door, and sped her towards it with another hearty smack. Diana looked over her shoulder, with a shy smile, as she entered the small bathroom.
She went to the shower and turned the water on hot. She felt she needed to scrub her body thoroughly.

Diana looked up in surprise, when Nancy slipped into the shower, beside her.  Nancy kissed her again, then took the shower head down and used it as a massage tool on Diana. She paid great attention to Diana's neck, breasts, bottom, and finally her delicate-lipped pussy. She replaced the shower head, soaped up a rag and proceeded to wash Diana from head to toe.  At first, she bypassed Diana's middle, to do her beautifully formed legs.   When Nancy worked her way back up, Diana obediently let the youthful dorm mistress turn her to the wall.

"Spread your legs, Missy!"  Nancy whispered, as she guided Diana's legs into a wider stance and started washing her bottom.  Diana truly felt like a little girl with an adult washing her bottom. Nancy watched Diana's profile as she washed her bottom. She wanted to get Diana's
motor to running, but only at idle. She smiled, knowingly, when Diana closed her eyes and
opened her mouth slightly. as she pushed the soapy rag between her bottom cheeks, to rub her anus, and pushed on, to soap up, her verdantly fleeced pussy.

She'd achieved her purpose, and Nancy quickly rinsed Diana and herself down. She stepped out and dried herself off, then held out the towel for Diana to step into and briskly rubbed her down. Nancy was rewarded with gasp, when she roughly dried Diana's breasts. She finished everything but Diana's pussy, and Diana started to feel apprehensive. Nancy passed one end of the towel through Diana's legs and with a smile said, "Time to ride the sleigh." And proceeded to gently saw the towel back and forth between Diana's legs, applying enough pressure to force Diana up on her tiptoes. Diana was too shocked to resist. She had one hand on the wall and the other on Nancy's shoulder. Nancy immediately stopped at the first buck of Diana's hips. She
applied another hearty smack to Diana's beautiful bottom and said, "Go on into the bedroom and wait for me at the chair. I guess you better put your hands behind your head or we'll end up having to shower again."

Diana meekly followed orders. When Nancy reappeared she was wearing a robe that stopped mid thigh. Diana thought she looked beautiful. Nancy took her seat in the straight backed chair and patted her lap. "Over you go!" She pulled a surprised Diana over her lap in the classic over-the-knee spanking position. Diana did not struggle, but  tensed up, nervously.  Instead, Nancy applied cream to her well spanked, fully displayed fat bottom. "Oh Thank the Goddess!  She's not going to spank my fat bottom, again!"

Wonder Woman realized with a nasty shock, she had not only thought of her own splendid bottom as fat, in her own mind, but had been ready to accept another spanking as her do.  Nancy had achieved dominance over her.  Dear Goddess! Were they winning this test of wills? Was Ms. Wainwright reducing the indomitable superheroine, Wonder Woman, to a naughty little girl, willingly submitting to her own degradation.

Wonder Woman wept softly. Yet her sorrowful, anxious resentment sparked no prideful rebellion.  Instead, she felt grateful as Nancy gently rubbed the cream into her swollen bottom. Nancy signaled she was finished with another hearty smack to Diana's bottom. Diana realized, with another pang, that she was beginning to accept that action as proper, and indeed, felt reluctant gratitude at the attention.

Nancy went to her dresser and pulled out a small pair of panties. Diana looked at them
dubiously, thinking that they were far too skimpy, to be called panties. They were almost a
G-string. She pulled them on, and blushed again, when she realized that most of her pussy fur was still uncovered, not to mention the top half of her well disciplined bottom.

When she looked at Nancy pleadingly, Nancy responded, "Don't be an ungrateful brat! You wanted to cover your pussy and it's covered. Your bare bush will provide embarrassment for you and humor to the young girls in the dorm. Your mostly bare bottom will remind you to behave youself, since it is so available for punishment!"

Diana hung her head submissively. "Yes Ma'am!"  She mumbled, accepting the dorm mistress's judgment sadly, but without resentment, as proper. "Th-thankyou, Ma'am!"  She added, miserably.

"Lets go and get you settled into your dorm room." Nancy swatted Diana's hand when she reached for her discarded gown. "No, I want you to get used to parading around for the enjoyment of others.  A plump, fleshy body like yours was made for this!"

Diana choked back a sob, thinking, "I'm NOT plump and fleshy...am I?" She disconsolately let  Nancy  take up her gown, and followed a step behind the dorm mistress, out the door and back down the hall. She felt as though Nancy had  eyes in the back of her head, observing her  the whole way. It would not have been so bad, if she could have controlled the sway of her hips. She no longer remembered, that she had lost all her amazon dignity. Her feelings were those of a well punished, fully humiliated, little girl. She thought, "Maybe, I do deserve to be treated this way.  Maybe Dan Ormman was right. Maybe I do need to be disciplined. Maybe it is good for me, and it will make me a better person.  I suppose, I have always been an arrogant self-righteous bitch, in a way!"  Wonder Woman couldn't know these were thoughts planted in her mind by Ms. Wainwright.
 

Chapter 8. Wonder Woman meets her roommate Sue, and they decide who should be top cat.

Nancy led Wonder Woman down a long hall with several opposing doorways. She opened
the second one and showed her the bedroom. It was larger than Diana expected, with two beds. One bed was occupied by a young, blond teenager, perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old. The young girl looked up.

"Sue, this is Diana, your new roommate!" Nancy said.  Sue's jaw dropped in surprise. She giggled and said, "My, you are an old one aren't you? Are you going to be my roommate? I thought that I was going to be the topcat, but I guess not." She looked dejected at the thought.

Despite her disappointment, Sue's eyes roved boldly over Diana's displayed bounty with great appreciation, though. She observed the juice running down Diana's thighs and said, a little spitefully.  "Doesn't she have any self control? Her pussy's leaking like an over full dam!"

Nancy laughed, as Diana blushed, a deep red, and batted her eyes, vainly trying to restrain more tears from falling. "Turn around, and show Sue your fat bottom, princess!" When Diana obediently turned her back to them both, Nancy said, "Well, Sue, what do you think of a topcat, with a bottom like that?"

Sue chortled, "Wow, that fat, red bottom looks scorched!" Sue inquiringly came closer to Diana, and gingerly reached out to the red, bruised bottom of her mature, princess roommate.

Sue said, "She really has a bubble butt!" Wonder Woman thought. "Oh what a nasty thing to say. She deserves to be punished!"  Her resentment was made all the more intense, by the doubts she was beginning to feel, herself,  about her gorgeous body.  Diana glared at the teenager.

"Yes." Replied Nancy. "That is why we have increased the limit on disciplinary reminders to 6 per cheek, instead of a total of 3. There's just so much area on that fat, bubble butt, of hers. But just like any other young miss, her fat bottom is most tender low down and just behind her pussy. Right, princess?"

"Yes, ma'am." Diana hung her head in shame, and let the tears fall. Nancy, her dorm mistress thought she had a fat, bubble butt, too!  Maybe, it was true? Oh, why was Nancy humiliating her so in front of this young teenager? How could she maintain proper discipline over the girl, if Nancy didn't seem to respect her?

Nancy smiled as she reached behind the open door and took a riding crop down from the wall. She tossed it on the floor, between Diana and Sue, saying, "I guess, whoever can keep this, is topcat, in this room!"  With that, Nancy turned quickly, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Suffering Sappho!' Wonder Woman thought. "I think Nancy is trying to start a fight between Sue and me. That's sick! Why I'm an adult woman, and Sue is just a girl! Hardly more than a child. Not only that, I'm an Amazon Warrior! Why if I were to fight this little girl, I might cripple her, or even worse!"  Then Diana suddenly added to herself. "Of course, I'm sure Nancy had no idea that Sue might misinterpret what she said!"  She felt guilty at having questioned the judgment of her rightful dorm mistress.

Wonder Woman noticed that Sue was eyeing the riding crop. "Dear Athena! She isn't seriously considering trying to take it. I best put a stop to that, right now!" Wonder Woman thought. She swiftly stooped and picked up the crop. "Ow!" Diana couldn't repress a little moan as she stretched her sore behind.

"I'll take charge of this, Young Lady!" Diana said sternly. Sue lay down on her bed, with a look of resentful disappointment.

It had been a long, difficult, several hours, even for a superheroine. Wonder Woman lay down on her bed to relax, too. She put her hands behind her head and arched her back in a long, sinuous stretch. Sue admired the way the mature woman's bare breasts stood out from her chest, so proudly. Her eyes followed the curve of Diana's upper body down a narrow waist to the pussy fur that the too small panty did not cover.

"Gee whiz, I really would have liked to have charge of grown up woman like that. Especially one who looks like that. It's funny, but she looks like Wonder Woman, when I've seen her on the Television News.   This broad's certainly no Wonder Woman, though! Not the way Nancy was pushing her around. She may be a grownup woman, but she's still got tears in her eyes. What a big baby! She doesn't deserve to be topcat!"

Sue got up from her own bed, and stood by Wonder Woman's bed.  Wonder Woman looked up, quizzically and said pleasantly. "Yes, Dear?" Then, before the Amazon Princess grasped the girl's intention, Sue snatched the riding crop out of her limp hand.

"I'll take this! A big crybaby, like you, doesn't deserve it!"

"Wh-what?" Wonder Woman asked, startled by Sue's sudden boldness. "Here, you give that back!" She angrily got up from the bed.

"Be quiet! Don't you dare talk back to your topcat!" Sue snapped. Diana felt a twinge of uneasiness at the stern tone in the teenager's voice.

As she spoke, Sue used the crop handle to push Diana's left breast up higher on her broad chest, then rubbed it over the spiked nipple at the tip. Wonder Woman stood, still as a statue, as though in a trance. She felt Sue's hand clasp her bottom. Sue gently squeezed it, rubbed her hand over both cheeks, top to bottom and then, starting in the deep divide, she pushed her fingers deep into her crevice and moved downward.

"Dear Hera, please make her stop. Don't let her humiliate me, too!" Diana prayed. Then she suddenly woke up. "What am I thinking? She's just a little girl. I don't have to take this from her!"

Angered at her own momentary submissiveness to the youngster, Wonder Woman snapped out. "You little snot! Get your hands off me! Give me that whip, back! You deserve to get this across your backside, you impudent, little brat!"

"Maybe so, but a big crybaby isn't woman enough to give it to me!" Sue taunted her new roommate.

"I SAID, give me that, you fresh little snot!" Diana snapped, and made an angry grab for the whip, but Sue snatched it out of her reach.

Furious, Wonder Woman snatched at the whip, again. Sue cracked her across the knuckles with it. "Ouch!" Wonder Woman yelped. Now, she was really getting mad.

"All right, young lady! You've just bought yourself six across that smart ass!"  Wonder Woman snapped  furiously, hands on hips, legs spread apart in dynamic challenge.  Wonder Woman's power stance was famous throughout the world, and always intimidated the most hardened criminal, but Sue just smirked at her. Somehow, nearly naked, with her bottom blistered by repeated spankings, tears still running down her face, mighty Wonder Woman did not seem very intimidating, even to a teenager.

The third time Diana tried for the whip, she got a firm grip on it. Using her superior strength, she almost pulled it from the girl's hand, but Sue suddenly let go.  Wonder Woman fell backward, and landed on her very sore behind. "Owww!" She wailed.

Sue looked down and smiled. "Oh dear, I hope you didn't hurt yourself, Diana? Here, let me help you up!" Wonder Woman reluctantly let the teenager take her arm. "I guess she realizes she made a mistake, and is trying to make amends." Diana thought. "Maybe I'll only give her three swats!"

However, as soon Sue helped Wonder Woman up, she suddenly gave a violent twist and judo tossed the tall, Amazon Princess head over heels.

"Ha ha!" Sue laughed. "You really fell for that, Princess!" Wonder Woman was rapidly losing her patience. She dropped the whip, and  jumped up, quickly, to face the infuriating teenager. As she stood up, she couldn't resist rubbing her sore bottom. Sue noticed the gesture and smirked.

"All right, Sue! This has gone far enough. I'm a grown woman and you're a child. I will be in charge of this room, topcat as you call it! Is that clear?"

"Whatever you say, Princess!" Sue said, with a sweet smile, but even before she finished speaking, she made a dive for the whip, Diana had dropped.

Diana caught the girl in her arms, to prevent her from reaching the whip. Unable to shake that Amazonian grip, Sue struggled frantically, then kicked Diana in the shin.

"Awww! That hurt! I guess I better teach this hellion, who's boss!" Wonder Woman thought. "A little simple judo, should teach her a lesson, without really hurting her!"

Diana looked carefully, where she intended to toss the girl, concerned not to injure her. She proceeded to apply the hold but something went wrong. Once she decided on such a move, so thorough had been her training, that her reflexes always reacted automatically, but this time she had to stop to think, about it. Her hands seemed to get in the way. When she grabbed at Sue's wrist, the girl grabbed her arm instead, and with a skillful twist, wrenched it behind her back.

"Awwwrrr!" Diana yelped, as Sue shoved her arm up between her shoulder blades. She tried to reach behind her with her other hand, to grab Sue, but the teenager rammed her forward, and banged her face into the wall.

"Gee, Princess! You're lucky you have such big boobies, like shock absorbers, or that might have hurt, huh?" Sue quipped.

Actually, though her very abundant bosom had been painfully flattened, Diana's beautiful face smacked into the wall, quite hard, as well . She was furious. She turned around, rubbing her
aristocratic nose, which stung like the blazes. She fell into a Martial Arts stance and advanced menacingly on the teenager. Sue looked apprehensive. This big, grownup, black haired woman did look really dangerous.

"Gee!  She really does look like Wonder Woman!" Sue thought, and backed away nervously. Wonder Woman followed confidently.

Princess Diana uttered a fierce karate cry, and threw a punch at the teenager's stomach. She didn't swing too hard, because she still didn't want to injure the girl, just teach her a lesson. The scared teenager jumped to one side, and Wonder Woman's punch missed.

Wonder Woman stared blankly for a moment "Suffering Sappho! What happened? I never missed such an easy punch in my life!"

"Ha! Better luck next time, Princess!" Sue laughed, thinking to herself. "She's just faking! Trying to scare me, by pretending she knows karate. If she's faking like that, I bet that means she can't fight at all. Just a big, spoiled, baby princess!"

Wonder Woman threw another punch, and Sue dodged that one, too. This time, though,
she returned the punch. She was a little off balance, but she still hit Wonder Woman solidly in the stomach, a little below the waist. Wonder Woman saw the fist coming, but instead of  reacting automatically, she experienced a moment of confusion. She awkwardly just missed blocking Sue's punch, and even failed to stiffen her magnificent, abdominal muscles. Sue's little fist sank about as far into Wonder Woman's belly, as it would go.

"Awwwff! Uuuff!" Wonder Woman spluttered in terrible distress. Her face turned deathly pale. She doubled over from the waist, clutching her hurt tummy. "Suffering Sappho! That hurt!" She thought, in shock. "How did she do that?"

While Diana painfully pondered that perplexing question, Sue slapped her across the face, her palm across the left cheek, backhand across the right. The two stinging slaps battered Wonder Woman's head to one side, then the other, bringing more tears to her red rimmed eyes.

Wonder Woman's nose was red and starting to swell up, from the collision with the wall. Sue grabbed it with two fingers and gave it a vicious twist. Wonder Woman yelped in pain. What an indignity for an Amazon Princess, to have her nose pulled by a teenager.

"Stop that, you little snot!" Wonder Woman shouted, nasally.

"Why don't you make me, Princess?" Sue laughed. "If you can?"

Desperately, still stooped over, Wonder Woman dived at Sue. This time Sue didn't flinch or dodge, but socked Diana in the right eye, as soon as she got in range.

"Owwwww!" Diana cried. The punch stopped her dead, and she held her eye.

"Uh-oh, Princess! I bet that's going to be a real shiner by tomorrow morning!" Sue chided her.

Wonder Woman furiously swung her right fist at the exasperating teenager, again. It was a desperate ill coordinated blow and missed. Worse, Sue caught her right arm at the elbow and wrist. Using Wonder Woman's own momentum, she judo flipped the big, raven haired woman, head over heels.

A skilled gymnast, Diana was used to landing on her shoulders, and bouncing right back up on her feet. This time, though, something went wrong, and poor Diana landed with a bone jarring thud. Instead of bouncing to her feet, she lay there, trying to get her bearings. Before she got them, Sue used her arm and a handful of raven hair to pull her to her feet. Stunned, Wonder Woman couldn't stop Sue from judo flipping her, a second time, this time, by the hair.

Wonder Woman let out a screech, at the pain in her head, even before she landed with another damaging thump. "Oh my back!" She groaned. "How is she doing this to me? She's using beginner's holds, and she's still throwing me around like a sack of potatoes! Even without my Amazon Girdle, I'm an expert at every form of Martial Arts, aren't I?" Ignorant of the subliminal
prohibition against using her skills against any member of the clinic, Diana was beginning to doubt her own sanity.

"Darn it! I'm a grownup woman, in phenomenal physical shape, eight inches taller and forty pounds heavier than this little snot!" Wonder Woman thought, resentfully. She bounded to her feet and cried. "This foolishness has gone far enough!" She grabbed the youngster by the arm, and pulled her toward the bed.

"Maybe if I spank her impudent little behind, she'll get the message of who's boss, in here?" Wonder Woman thought.

Sue thought angrily. "What does this overgrown bimbo think she's doing? I've already tossed her all around the room like a rag doll!"

Sue twisted around, and grabbed Wonder Woman around the neck, in a tight headlock. Instead of dragging the girl to the bed, Wonder Woman found herself fighting to prevent Sue from hip tossing her.

"Ooowww!" Wonder Woman moaned as the girl almost twisted her head off. Her moans were muffled because Sue had her head mashed against her own chest.  Wonder Woman's arms waved in the air as she tried to get free.

As Diana hopped around from one foot to the other, Sue wrapped her leg around Wonder
Woman's calf. She twisted the older woman backward, and Wonder Woman went down hard on her back. There was a little snap, and a sharp, shooting pain in her back, and Diana feared the fall had sprained a muscle.

Wonder Woman tried to sit up, and yelped at the pain. Sue jumped on top of her, a second later. The impact knocked the breath from the beautiful princess. Before Wonder Woman could get her breath, Sue was sitting astride her chest bouncing up and down on her fabulous cushiony breasts. Wonder Woman discovered the bouncing didn't make it any easier to catch her breath. She thrashed and bucked, and finally managed to roll over on her side, but Sue was still on top of her, straddling her waist.

Sue grabbed Wonder Woman's long, black hair and rolled her the rest of the way over onto her belly. Then she jerked Diana's head backward. She bent the helpless amazon almost double at the waist. The pain in her back was so intense, Diana was sure she had sprained her back  when she landed.

"Ow! Ow!" Wonder Woman yelped. "Let go! Let go! Ooowwww!"

"What's the matter Princess? Am I hurting you?" Sue snickered

"Yes, you little brat! Let go!" Diana wailed. She renewed her struggles, but only managed to roll back over on her back, and Sue was still on top of her.

"Oooh, she's like a leech!" Diana thought. "I just can't get her off me!" Instinctively, she made a grab for Sue's hair, to pull the girl off her, but Sue grabbed her wrists. Wonder Woman was immeasurably stronger than the teenager, but Sue had the advantage of being on top. She slid up on Diana's neck, and flung herself forward. Using her full body weight, she pinned the surprised Amazon's wrist to the floor, above her head. The maneuver also shifted her crotch, so it covered Wonder Woman's mouth, and half her nose.

"Uuummff!" Princess Diana gurgled in distress. She tried to pull her wrists loose from Sue's tight grip, but the girl slid her knees down top of Diana's biceps muscles. Instead of using her superior strength to twist and roll the girl off her, the panicky princess, forgetting all her  formidable combat skills, just kicked her long, shapely legs up and down, helplessly. This
accomplished nothing, but used up strength and energy uselessly. Sue bounced up and down on her face.

"Oooh!"  It was so frustrating, and even more embarrassing to have a thirteen year old's crotch pressed down on her face. Diana didn't like the odor and the slimy wetness. "Ooh!" Was the little snot getting excited doing this to her? How sick! In every contest with her fellow amazons, it was always Diana who did the pinning. "Were they just letting me win, because I'm their
princess?" She wondered disconsolately, again doubting her own sanity.

"Get off me!" Diana tried to shout, but all Sue heard was. "Mfffgghff!" The words muffled by her pussy pressed down on Diana's ripe-lipped mouth.

"I can't hear you Princess!" Sue laughed. "Are you saying something?" Instead of bouncing, Sue rubbed herself back and forth across Wonder Woman's beautiful, bruised face.

"Mmmffgghhh!" Wonder Woman repeated. "I still can't understand a word you're saying, Princess!" Sue snickered.

Wonder Woman was growing desperate. It was almost impossible to breath through her bruised, swollen nose, and Sue's crotch covered her mouth completely. She couldn't get any air. Her face was turning blue, her eyes bugged out, and her tongue protruded form her mouth. In disgust, against her will, she tasted Sue's exited genitalia.

Finally, with one last desperate effort, Diana wrenched her head to one side, and blurted out hysterically. "I give! I give! Get off! Get off, please!"

Sue looked disappointed, for a moment, but she had won. It was exhilarating, to have beaten a mature woman. She slowly got up and stood over the weeping Amazon Princess.

"You know what that means, don't you, Princess?" Sue demanded.

Diana looked up despairingly. "Y-yes!" She answered in a small voice.

"What?" Sue demanded, relentlessly.

"It m-means you're topcat?" Diana sniffled, in the dreadful, mortifying knowledge that she'd just been beaten up by, and begged a little teenage girl for mercy.

"That's right, Princess!" Now, to show me, you understand, I want you to crawl over there and get me that riding whip and bring it to me.

"Pl-please!" Wonder Woman wept.

Sue snarled. "Do it Princess, or do you want to fight some more?"

Diana shuddered, knowing it was better to obey the little brat, than face that humiliation again. "N-no!" Diana wept, in self disgust at her cowardly surrender. She turned over, in bitter  resignation, and on hands and knees crawled over to where the whip dropped earlier.

Sue grinned, as she watched the beaten, older woman crawl miserably across the room. Her big globular buttocks waggled from side to side as she crawled. The servile posture emphasized their fiery redness from her earlier spankings.

"What a loser!" Sue muttered, almost sympathetically.

When she reached it, Wonder Woman started to pick up the whip, but Sue snapped. "In your mouth!" Somehow, once she acknowledged Sue as topcat, Wonder Woman felt compelled to obey her. According to Nancy's terms, Sue was now her superior, her topcat. The girl had won the right to the whip.

Once again, Wonder Woman couldn't realize these compulsions were planted in her mind by Ms. Wainwright. Diana obediently picked up the whip in her mouth and brought it back to Sue, still on her hands and knees.

Sue patted Diana on the head. "Good Princess!" She said approvingly. For just a moment, Wonder Woman felt grateful, for the patronizing praise.

"Oh dear Hera! She's treating me like a pet dog! I'm Wonder Woman, an Amazon Princess, a superheroine! Aren't I?"   Every minute, Wonder Woman doubted her own sanity, a little bit more. Maybe she was delusional. A thirteen-year-old just beat the stuffing out of her. How could this tiny girl inflict such an unmerciful, humiliating beating on a real super heroic, Amazon Princess? "I guess, maybe, I do deserve to be punished? Anyway,"  Wonder Woman told herself, "I must obey Sue, to complete my mission."  That thought was a little consoling; she would obey  because that was the way to final victory.  "I'm strong! I can take it!  An Amazon must be able to withstand pain!"  Wonder Woman told herself, trying to think of it proudly, but, somehow she wanted to weep in shame and sadness.

Meanwhile, Sue hugged herself and danced around the room from her excitement. She thought about the upcoming days where she would have not only a grownup  woman, but a real princess to paddle, spank and fondle to her heart's content.

"Standup Princess!" Sue ordered. Wonder Woman quickly did as her topcat told her, for whatever reason.

"You must be punished for challenging my authority!" Sue said sternly.

"Oh, no more, please, Sue!" Diana wept, hopelessly. The amazon warrior desperately wanted to resist, but realized that she had assumed the servile position, without thinking, each of her hands were grasping the opposite elbow behind her back. She had done this without consciously deciding to.

Sue whispered, "You should know how to answer, properly, when spoken to 'little princess'. I am always 'Ma'am' to you! Is that clear?" She then tickled Diana's anus, causing the intimidated, older woman to push her hips forward with a frightened gasp. "I am sorry, Ma'am! Yes, it is clear, Ma'am!"  Diana answered with a groan of embarrassment.

Without further ado, Sue gave her cringing charge two smart slaps across her behind, with the whip. "Only two tonight. I'll be merciful since it's your first night!" Sue said putting the whip down. "You may go to bed now!"

"Oh, thank-you, Ma'am!" Diana whimpered, genuinely grateful for her youthful topcat's mercy.

Diana climbed into bed, and after crying herself to sleep, she slept like a child! The next morning Diana woke to a stinging slap to her pantied bottom, and the voice of Sue demanding she rise and shine.

"WHAT!  How dare y...."   Wonder Woman cried in indignant fury, but then her voice trailed off, in confusion, when she saw Sue standing over her.  She remembered the horrible fight the night before and her pitiful surrender.   Her topcat had given her an order and she must obey it. Half asleep, Diana didn't quite know, why, only that she MUST!  She immediately hopped out of bed.  As she did, Sue's eyes narrowed, when she looked at the small piece of cloth  covering Diana's pussy.

Sue cupped Diana's secret spot, drawing a startled gasp from the older woman.

"Oh, you bad girl, you! It would be bad enough if you peed the bed at night, but to cream your
panties is forbidden! I will have to report you to Ms. Wainwright."

"No, please! Don't report me, please!" Exclaimed Diana, with a beseeching look, thinking. "'Oh no! If Ms. Wainwright finds out that I can't even control my own body is, she'll lose all respect for me!" The thought of losing that respect panicked Diana. Somehow earning and keeping Ms. Wainwright's respect had become the most important thing in Diana's world. She didn't even question her desperate desire to please the stern, young headmistress.

Her anxiety was so great, that Diana hardly realized that she, Wonder Woman, was practically begging a 14 year old girl not to report her.  If she did think of what she was doing, for one fleeting moment, Wonder Woman only thought of what her task was, and that she could not be derailed from her plan. She would rather suffer more humiliation at the hands of the young girls who were now responsible for her behavior, than fail in a mission.

Sue said, "I will have to report you, but if you request a forfeit, I will only report you to Nancy."

"Thank you, Sue!"  Diana mumbled humbly, in relief.  "Yes, please assign me a forfeit.  I'll gladly accept that!"

"Good. Take off those wet panties!" Sue demanded, and Diana complied with a blush. Sue went over to a box sat to the side of the door and ordered Diana to repeat after her:

"I, Diana, a fully mature woman, requests my topcat, Sue, to slipper my fat bottom until I have learned better control of my naughty, plump body!"  Diana's blush covered her whole body, as she repeated the words in a strangled whisper.  She though forlornly, "Oh she has every right, but must she humiliate me so?"

Sue approached Diana and grasping her arm, directed her over the side of the bed.  Sue reached under the bed and brought out a rope with a piece of wood tied to the end. She directed Diana to grasp the wooded stick and hold on, "Remember Diana if you lose hold of the wood, your punishment starts all over!" Topcat Sue reminded her nervous subordinate.

Diana was surprised, a moment later to feel the first two swats with the slipper land on her upper thighs. Sue snapped, "Spread those legs!  I  certainly do not want you pleasuring yourself while I am punishing you!"

Sue rubbed her hand over each cheek of Wonder Woman's bare butt.  She said, "You have some bruising from yesterday's training sessions. This slippering will be painful but it will also help you recover from your bruising. Attend me, I begin!"

Diana tensed, not sure what to expect. The first smack fell, the second, the third. Diana grinned in relief. The slipper, while it stung, was not heavy enough to hurt like the paddle or even Nancy's hand.

After about 30 good stinging swats, Sue stopped and again rubbed Diana's bare bottom. She said, "I believe we need to concentrate on the lower, more sensitive portion of your bare, fat bottom. Of course, I will not forget to add more swats to the bruised area. We want this bottom back in its pristine condition as soon as possible. I know a naughty princess like you will end up being disciplined many times!"

Sue continued to rub the mature bottom on full display before her. She smiled when Diana  hollowed her back to better push her bottom into Sue's hand. She leaned forward to whisper
into Diana's ear, "That's a good little princess. Keep pushing that fat bottom of yours out. Here, spread those legs!" Slap, Slap! Sue slapped the inner thigh of each leg, bringing a gasp to Diana's lips. She then grabbed each thigh and pushed outward.

Diana rocked back and forth.  As she spread her legs indecently apart, Sue admired the play of muscles in Diana's butt and thighs. Diana blushed as she realized that her bottom was completely open, showing her nutlike, little anus to her young disciplinarian. She even felt her pussy lips slide stickily apart. She, the mature adult  was submitting to this humiliating display of her body, as instructed by her young 'topcat', just like any defenseless young girl.

"I must, though!" Diana told herself, sternly. "It's my duty!"  She wondered if this was grounds for the courts to close the doors of this disciplinary clinic.  She hoped so; this was so distressing. Of course, she knew that  her beautifully rounded butt was very well suited to absorb the  punishment; that wasn't the problem. "I can stand pain!  I'm an Amazon Princess and a superheroine!"  Diana reminded herself.

It was the constant humiliation that was so terribly hard to bear. Yes, the addition of humiliation lessened the amount of actual physical punishment, she received. Diana guessed that was good; she just wished that the two together were not so effective in making her feel like a bad, little girl who deserved her punishment. Somehow, part of her no longer felt like a princess or a superheroine, but a shamed and humiliated woman, who must willingly submit her fat bottom for any rightful punishment, decided by those placed in authority over her by Ms. Wainwright.  That part of Diana, no longer questioned what was rightful punishment, or even doubted that her butt was fat.

Diana had thought she had shown great fortitude during the first 30 swats to her bare bottom. She could not prevent a feeling of gratitude to the fourteen year old girl for rubbing her fat, royal butt.  That lessened the stinging in her bottom from the slipper a little, anyway. Sue pushed her hand through the gap in Diana's legs to gently rub her clit. Diana threw her head back with a
throaty moan, and Sue said, "I am so happy to have a mature woman for a roommate for my first stint as topcat. You know what your body is for, how to achieve sexual satisfaction even under duress."

Diana hissed as her hips wove from side to side and her body rocked forward and back, greedily trying to get more of Sue's fingers.  Before she knew it, she reached the stage of needing them. Sue smiled as she removed her hand and said, "We are not even half way, Princess. What say we continue addressing this mature, fat royal bottom of yours?"

Sue continued swatting Diana's bottom with the slipper. The count approached 60 and Diana found herself crying pitifully. She had lost her confident attitude and she did not care anymore that she was the Nation's premiere superheroine. She just wanted fourteen year old Sue to stop swatting her fat bottom. She tried to hold out, she did not want to vocalize her capitulation. But she was beginning to whimper, and her red hot bottom was gyrating in a sexually suggestive manner. But Diana knew no shame at this point.

Wonder Woman broke! She groaned and heard herself beg, "Please! Please, Sue. Stop,
I beg you!" Wonder Woman was bent over the edge of her bed with no restraints, she was even gripping the stick to help hold herself in position while a fourteen year old girl spanked her with a slipper.  Wonder Woman no longer cared if she was a superheroine in public.  Here and now she was a well disciplined girl with a hot, red bottom. She did not care about decorumor pride; she only cared about her bottom and convincing Sue to stop spanking her.

Sue continued for and 15 or 20 swats to Diana blistered bottom. She enjoyed the the tall mature, full-bodied Diana sobbing, broken-hearted pleas, as she broke this magnificent older woman to her will. Sue added 4 or 5 additional swats to the backs of Diana's legs bringing a soft disbelieving squeal from Diana. Sue stopped and watched Diana's bottom gyrate sexily. She then said, "You may rise!"

Diana jumped up and without the least bit of shame, and started hopping around the room while gently rubbing her bottom, trying to ease the fire she felt. Her concentration was intense and at first she  didn't hear Sue speaking to her. It took Sue several minutes to get Diana's attention. To do so, she had to slap Diana's face and then she pinched the nipples on Diana's proudly upturned breasts. Diana could not look Sue in her face so with lowered eyes, she watched  her topcat slowly  milk her large breasts, while berating Diana's lack of attention.

Sue went to a wooden, straight back chair and seated herself and patted her lap. "Go get the riding crop, Princess. I am going to have to crop those buttocks of yours. It will be very painful on top of your slippering, but it will be a great learning experience for all of that. I am sure you agree."

Diana's mouth dropped open with a gasp. The tears pooled in her exquisite, blue eyes, began to overflow,  as she looked at the riding crop hanging on the wall.  As though sleepwalking, her feet and legs took her to the wall, and her hand and arm took the riding crop down. All without conscious thought or control from Diana's mind. She found herself at Sue's side, as Sue took the riding crop, and gently pulled Diana over her lap by her left biceps.

Diana's head was only inches off the floor, until Sue grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back to ask her, "Don't you think your strong, beautifully full thighs need to be redden up to match your fat bottom.

"Yes, Ma'am!  Please redden my thighs to match my bottom! " Whimpered Diana, once the indomitable Wonder Woman. "Oh, Dear Goddess, why am I agreeing with her?"  The Amazon Princess wondered unhappily.  Diana continued to cry as Sue gave her upper thighs a
hand spanking. Sue did not stop until, the older woman's legs were a nice red color.  When done, she reached under Diana, and rubbed, pinched and milked her breasts, again. Diana's only response, was a feeling of gratitude, that Sue was not spanking her at the moment. Only yesterday, it would have been a death sentence for anyone to dare such perverse liberties with the inviolate body of Wonder Woman.

Unconcerned about yesterday, Sue casually picked up the riding crop, and brought it down in a stinging swat to Diana's unprepared, formerly inviolate bottom.

Diana shrieked, "OWW! No, please, don't!" SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! Each additional swat, and each cry for mercy,  further reduced Diana's personal believe in herself as a strong, independent woman, an Amazon Princess, a superheroine, a Wonder Woman.  The humbling idea continued to grow, that even mature, adult princesses, and haughty superheroines, needed their bare bottoms rudely punished, and their person subjected to public humiliation to help them remember their place, a place that was submissive to all those in  authority over them.

Sue finished off the last two strokes to the base of Diana's bottom, right in the most tender part where her chubby cheeks met her beautifully sculpted thighs. Diana sobbed brokenly, as her whole body shuddered from the pain and humiliation to which she was subjected, perhaps rightfully so.

Sue pushed Diana off her lap onto the floor. Diana gasped anew, when her bottom hit the floor and she instinctively arched her body, unintentionally offering her curly haired pussy to Sue. Diana's clit  stuck out from her pussy lips in swollen prominence. Sue took quick advantage, gently rubbing the swollen clit with the riding crop.  Diana jerked her hips, in surprise, down and away and the resultant smack of her tender swollen bottom on the floor, forced her to arch her hips up, as if  begging for the rude touch again, a wriggling doggy, presenting her belly to be rubbed by a stern mistress. Sue rubbed her clit again, and Diana repeated the bouncing of
her bottom on the floor inflicting her own punishment.

Sue stopped and said, "We must hurry and get to the showers, little princess. We don't want to incur more attention to that bubble butt of yours do we?"

"N-no ma'am!" Diana, whimpered, wholeheartedly,  the normally athletically graceful woman, rolled over awkwardly and pushed her hips into the, air as she struggled to rise, more like a small, sickly child than an adult princess.

Diana gained her feet and Sue handed her the still slightly wet panty.  Diana pulled it on, leaving much of her red bottom on display. Diana was beginning to accept her near nudity as a natural state, at least enough not to comment or pay more than a passing thought to it.

The door opened, just then, and Nancy walked in. She was taken aback for a moment, seeing the tall, mature superheroine, with tear filled eyes wearing only her panties acting submissive to the tiny teenager. She had had doubts that a thirteen-year-old could really subdue and dominate a grown woman.

Then, Nancy noted Wonder Woman's black eye, swollen nose, and puffy lips, not to mention numerous blotches and bruises all over her splendid, ivory body. "Holy Cow, the kid really worked her over!" Nancy thought, admiringly.

"I see you've sorted things out nicely here, Sue!" Nancy said, the admiration in her voice, coming through loud and clear. Sue had a couple of bruises here and there, too, but otherwise looked in the pink.

"Oh yes Ma'am!" Sue answered, preening herself in response to Nancy's approval. "Our princess decided I was best qualified to be topcat, after all. Didn't you, Princess?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Wonder Woman muttered, her eyes miserably downcast on the floor, as she was reminded of that humiliating' "sorting out."

Nancy turned to leave and tossed over her shoulder, "Hurry up girls. You don't want to be late for gym!"
 

Chapter 9. Wonder Woman meets the other girls.

Sue put on a robe and started out the door beckoning Diana to follow her. Diana reached for her robe, but Sue told her to leave it behind. She would be on display, until she had been reported to Nancy and suffered her discipline. They left the room and walked down the deserted hall. Sue indicated that Diana should walk ahead, and then happily watched Wonder Woman's nearly bare, red bottom sway with each step. She admired the rise and fall of each full red cheek.

They reached the showers and found 10 or 12 other girls already in the process of showering and changing into their day clothes. Sue took the lead, going up to Nancy, and now Diana  followed a respectful step behind. Without being reminded, she assumed the proscribed stance, throwing out her chest, each hand holding the opposite elbow behind her back.

Sue was telling Nancy what had just happened and why. Nancy looked at Diana without expression throughout the report. Diana gulped in shame, as she felt Nancy's eyes look at her embarrassingly wet panty and back up to Diana's blushing face.  Nancy shook her head as though in disappointment, and Diana felt a terrible sense of failure.  Nancy lifted a whistle to her lips, blew once and received the attention of all the girls present.

Nancy said loudly, "Girls, we have a princess in our midst, one who has misbehaved. I think it is time she introduced herself." She turned to Diana and taking her left arm she slowly pulled Diana around to face the young girls, some of whom where at lockers set against the walls getting dressed while others peeked out from the showers.

Nancy almost whispered as she said, "No need to go into detail about your indiscretion, just give your name, age, body measurements and tell them how grateful you are to be here submitting to physical discipline and humiliation, which is all the greater for someone of your age a position!"

Diana had withdrawn into herself,  like a little kid who has publicly embarrassed herself and was trying to disappear. Nancy applied a hearty smack to her near buttock, and leaving her hand on Diana's cheek, she gently squeezed it. Diana rose up on tiptoe and looked Nancy in the eye
with surprise written on her face. She seemed to gain strength from Nancy, as she slowly straightened up, throwing her shoulders back inadvertently lifting her breasts and pointing her fat swollen nipples at the much younger girls.

Diana haltingly began to speak. Her face was deathly white, as she gave her name, she paused for her age then she bit her lower lip and seemed to reach decision, as she said she was well over 30, with 38D 24 36 measurements. She blushed a bright red as she reached the part of her mortifying speech that indicated she was grateful to be here and subject to the clinic's training.

As Diana's little speech stuttered to a halt, Nancy pulled her around, so her back was to the girls listening to her self-abasement. Nancy said as she pushed Diana's panty down, "Here, lets show them what a princess' mature, fat bottom looks like after being punished."

Nancy pushed Diana's panty further down to her upper thighs. When Diana vainly tried to cover herself, Nancy took each of  Wonder Woman's thumbs into her right hand, and with her left  squeezed Diana's left nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger and pulled Diana down so she presented her bottom to the young girls.

Thus publicly humiliated, Diana could only clinch her buttocks together as she tried to hide her most intimate treasures from the view of the young girls. Not because of being nude in public after all, these were girls and she grew up in an Amazon society where a lot of activities were done in the nude. No, her embarrassment came from having to show them her mature bottom after it had been well punished by a mere 14 year old!

The girls giggled and whispered together as they viewed Diana's bare bottom. They laughed at the thought that a Princess! A grown and mature woman was submitting to the same discipline they were subject to and the oldest of them was only 19.  Diana had appeared so majestic when she stood so tall to begin her speech. She was inches taller than any of the girls and would put
to shame any super model in the world with her beauty.

Some of the girls could see Nancy's hand on Diana's breast as it slowly milked her and squeezed her already engorged nipple. Nancy said, tartly. "You better widen your legs, Diana, unless you want your panties to fall off!"

Diana's tears fell to the floor, as she obediently widened her legs.  Nancy's firm manipulation of her gorgeous breast was causing an uncontrollable lassitude through her body,  As she spread her legs, her buttocks relaxed and allowed the tremors in her thighs to become a gentle swaying of her opulent backside. The girls could see the rose between the cheeks of her well beaten bottom and pre cum on her pussy lips!

"Diana, I want you to put your hands behind your head, and go to each girl and ask her to spank each cheek of your naughty fat bottom 5 times. You will not need these!" Nancy continued as she knelt to pull Diana's panty off.

For a moment Diana looked beseechingly at her respected dorm mistress as though saying, 'must I?' She saw the stern answer in Nancy's hazel eyes.  It no longer seemed strange to Wonder woman that this nineteen year old girl now made such decisions for her, after all, Nancy was her Dorm Mistress, wasn't' she?

With a forlorn sigh, Diana slowly went to the first girl, and in an embarrassed whisper begged. "Pl-please, Ma'am,  spank my (sob) naughty, fat bottom, five times, Ma'am?'  The girl who didn't seem more than a child, eagerly complied.  Childlike or not, her tiny hand stung like blazes, as she enthusiastically swatted the tall grownup woman's wide tender behind.

As Diana went from girl to girl, repeating her humbling request, and being eagerly granted it,  she felt a sexual explosion building.  Not only did each girl eagerly punish her broad tingling bottom, but each one took the liberty of squeezing her breasts, or gently pulling her pussy fur. Some even dared finger her clit causing her to jerk her bottom back to meet the hand spanking her bottom.

It no longer occurred to Diana to even protest this greatest violation, since it was part of submitting to the punishment Nancy decreed for her, along with keeping her hands behind her head, presenting her incomparable body for display, and opening herself to the young girl
delinquents. Diana's eyes were filled with tears and her face was wet from the overflow.

Diana hesitantly approached the last girl, a 19 year old with a knowing smirk . Diana went through the prescribed request, while the girl brazenly fondled both breasts bringing Diana closer and closer to cuming.

Sitting down, the girl said, "You look so arrogant, even walking around the dressing room getting your mature, naughty, fat  bottom spanked upon request. I think you need to be taken down a peg, or two, more. Put your royal butt over my knee, Princess!"

Somehow, even now, the request (command?) shocked Diana. She could not force herself to accept the order, at first and looked around for Nancy. She saw her talking with Sue, apparently unaware of what the oldest teen was demanding.

Diana resignedly gave in. As her head fell forward onto her chest she started to
comply when the teen said loudly to Nancy, "Dorm Mistress! Diana is refusing to accept her last session of spankings!"

Diana gasped, and vehemently shook her head 'no,' but Nancy quickly came over, and with another hearty smack to Diana's red swollen bottom, said, "No refusal is allowed little princess. Okay Tracy, you may add 10 more smacks to each cheek and 5 to the backs of her thighs. And as for you princess, I would be a bit quicker to obey any command given to you if you want to save that fat, royal backside of yours!"

The defeated Diana knew if she said anything no one would support her and she would only bring additional spankings to her already stinging and swollen bottom. Tremors shook her body, becoming ever stronger, as sobbing quietly, Diana passively accepted her punishment, in sad resignation.  She could not fight her programming!  In fact Wonder Woman was rapidly losing the need to fight it, in her mind, any more! She submitted to Tracy, because she was coming to believe she did not deserve to be treated any better.  She slowly, submissively laid her mature body across Tracy's teenage lap, like any little girl being punished.  Not the least resemblance remained of the haughty, aloof Wonder Woman! It was so hard to even remember, when Wonder Woman proudly acted alone, strongly righteously self-reliant and independent in all her actions. Was that some other woman?  Another demoralizing defeat pushed Diana's sexual level back down, so she could almost ignore it.

Tracy seemed to realize this as she slowly rubbed her hands up the back of Diana's well rounded thighs to gently cup her hands around the base of Diana's butt. Tracy said, "I see you have a very fat bubble butt. Men must love seeing you in all your glory, Princess."

The nasty remark shamed Diana greatly. Once, she would have greeted such a comment with icy indignation, now it made her want to cry. She couldn't help knowing men found her very beautiful and sexy and not the least bit fat. Most men had seen her bare cheeks due to pictures taken during her battles in the city where her revealing suit had crept up into her butt crack.
Diana noticed the other girls had finished dressing and gathered around behind her, to get a good look at Tracy's handling of her mature bottom.

Tracy squeezed Diana's bottom, and gently pulling it open. Poor Diana miserably hid her face in her arms, as the young girl demonstrated her compete mastery over the crest fallen superheroine, by pushing her shapely legs further apart and spreading her ass cheeks to the limit.

Tracy's manipulations displayed Diana's most secret body treasures, her anus and her pussy.
Diana was humiliated to the core.  She was almost grateful to feel the first smack against her bare bottom.

Tracy proceeded to demonstrate her spanking ability. She kept surprising Diana with speed changes and location shifts. Diana could not anticipate where, or when, the next spank would fall.  Her legs kicked up and out, she was not thinking about showing her royal treasures, she just wanted to lessen the pain in her bottom and the sting in her rounded thighs. She started crying harder.  After each kick, she involuntarily let her thigh and bottom muscles relax, providing Tracy with an open canvas to dominate through her hand spanking.

After each of the last 3 swats, Tracy rubbed Diana's anus, and slowly moved up Diana's sensitive lower body lips. She didn't stop until she had reached Diana's swollen clit. She rubbbed it, until Diana began gently humping her hips in a sexual motion.Several g younger girls giggled. Diana started out wet, but by the final stinging swat to her bottom and gentle rub from her anus to her clit Diana was on the verge of an orgasm.

At last, the ordeal was over. Nancy came over after the last swat, to see Tracy rub Diana's anus and pussy. She leaned over Diana, grabbing a handful of hair just above Diana's left ear in her left hand, and a painfully tight grip on Diana's right breast.  She roughly pulled Diana to her feet.
Nancy held her hair and breast in a tight grip, so Diana was hunched over with her bottom stuck out.

Diana gasped, as Sue joined Nancy, and unexpectedly forced her right thumb up Diana's
horny pussy, and rubbed Diana's clit with her forefinger. Diana barely heard Nancy order the other girls to their classes. She was in a sexual haze, not thinking, only feeling. The need for sexual release brought on by the painful punishment to her bottom, Nancy's masterful control over her body, and young Sue's indecent liberties made Diana feel like an animal.

Diana was very disappointed, when Sue removed her thumb, and she groaned in dismay.
Diana jumped, anew, when Sue's thumb forced its way into her asshole. Nancy had started milking both breasts and twisting both nipples in sync, with Sue's forefinger.   Diana wanted to protest, but her protests died, as she realized she was humping her ass on Sue's thumb.

"AH H H H H!!"  Diana screamed out in the throws of her sexual release.  When she finally recovered, Diana found herself curled up on the floor, with her head in Nancy's lap. Nancy had stripped, and her pussy fur was tickling Diana's nose. She sat up with a sneeze and hung her head in shame.

Nancy stood up and said, "We need to shower." She held her hand out to Diana to help her up, and Diana shyly took it.  She felt so weak and helpless, and Nancy's strong hand was so wonderfully reassuring!

Nancy led Diana into the shower, and ordered Diana to wash her back and bottom. Diana swiftly obeyed, not even resenting what would have seemed so demeaning, yesterday, such a long time ago. She couldn't resist taking more time than she should with her hands on Nancy's beautiful ass.  She felt gratitude to Nancy for granting her this privilege. She noticed how soft, Nancy's full bottom was, and how much more. . .expressive a woman's bottom was than her breasts, which were not much more than sculpted fat.

Diana began to feel a certain pride in all the attention her own bottom had incurred. She was beginning to understand her sexual response to her chastisement. A woman's ass was designed for punishment and the sexual gratification of the male. Either through the accidental showing in public, or the stripping of in private, for the discipline decided upon at a superior's discretion, it was a woman's place to exercise as needed to keep attracting attention to her bottom for every person's sexual gratification, be they male or female.

Diana spent the rest of the day wearing a short jersey top that left bare the base of each breast and the very skimpy panties. All the girls felt it was their right to slap Diana's bottom, feel up her titties or slide a hand into her panties to feel her pussy. Tracy took special pleasure in taking liberties with the older woman. She would deliver not just one or two swats, to each cheek but four or five, while holding an unprotesting Diana in place with a hand to her bared breasts. By afternoon, Diana's heart would flutter nervously, if Tracy came near her.  For the first time in her life, she learned to be fearful of another person. The lesson was especially painful, knowing she was frightened by a girl not out of her teens.

At last, the day was over! Diana was quietly proud, that she had not lost control of herself, while being subjected to the game of slap-ass and pussy tickle. She grimaced as she felt her swollen pussy lips slide wetly against each other, as she practiced walking in the man pleasing, wiggle and jiggle gait.

Wiggle and jiggle, the walk that created an extra sway to a woman's hips and bounce to her breasts. Diana was almost home free. Her room was just around the corner. She knew Sue would not allow her any peace, but would, no doubt, end up punishing her for having wet her panties again. But, Diana was not upset about that. Sue had already proven capable of destroying any control Diana had over herself. Sue could make a fat ass like Diana's
lose control very quickly!  Diana  walked faster.  She grinned unconsciously, thinking that
it would have been nice if it was Nancy doing it, but a horny bitch has to take what she can get.  Diana hardly noticed that, she indeed thought of herself, now, as a horny bitch! She who had once been so proud of her independence and self-control! Was that just yesterday?

"Uh oh! What is she doing here?"  Tracy had just walked around the corner. She gave Diana an evil grin as she slowly approached.  Diana had stopped in her tracks and pensively bit her lower lip. She told herself she was not afraid of Tracy, but instead was worried about the results of any humiliation or punishment Tracy might decide to award her. Diana knew she could not take much before she exploded in an orgasm.

Tracy slowly circled Diana. She slid her hands over Diana's mostly bare bottom cheeks, briefly cupping and squeezing one.  Diana's nostrils flared nervoulsy as she stood, unmoving, trembling at Tracy's touch. Back in front of Diana, Tracy pushed Diana's jersey top up, baring both breasts. While looking Diana in the eye, she slowly squeezed and milked each breast. Diana's mouth slowly dropped open, and before she could stop herself, she moaned softly as she felt her hips go into a soft bump and grind motion. Suddenly Tracy stopped and just looked at Diana until Diana regained control on herself, and flushed from her breasts to the top of her head.

"You are a cheap, easy slut, aren't you?"  Tracy snickered.

"Aren't you?"  Tracy snapped again, when Diana didn't respond, but only hung her head in dejection.

"Yes ma'am, I-m...I-m a cheap, easy slut!"  Diana blurted out  Saying it wouldn't have been so difficult, if she hadn't come to believe it might be true.

S L A P! "Well, you better hurry, then, princess. Your topcat is waiting." S L A P, Tracy reinforced her order with another spank to Diana's bottom. Diana hurried down the corridor almost in tears. She was so horny she had almost humiliated herself, by asking her young tormentor to 'finish' her off.  "Oh Hera!"  She hoped Sue would help her, she needed release, so badly!
 

Chapter 10. Wonder Woman's Midnight Adventure.

Diana had been at the clinic, now, for several days. She had gone from one humiliation to another. She had become the clinic butt and joke. Even the twelve year olds knew they could smack this mature, beautiful woman around with impuinty, and humiliate her to their heart's content. She learned that punishment turned her on, uncontrollably. She knew she sought out the punishment now, because it had become an addictive drug she needed, couldn't do without. Yet, everytime she succumbed to that need, she sank lower in pride and self-esteem, until she'd come to detest herself.

As usual, Diana  crept into bed at Sue's sharp command, and sobbed herself to sleep, reviewing the days defeats and failures. As always, those painful thoughts induced her hand to steal, guiltily, to her hungry, little pussy, as though by its own volition, and relieve her terrible need by her own hand.  She prayed to the Goddess, that Sue didn't notice her self abuse. Her topcat had little enough respect for her, as it was.  "How could she respect me? I don't deserve anyone's respect!" Diana told herself, sadly.

Once, Wonder Woman had drifted off to pleasant dreams, proudly savoring the day's victories and accomplishments.   How long ago, that seemed!  Now, it seemed to the Amazon Princess, as though the memories of that life were nothing but a silly pipe dream.  How could a 'cheap, easy slut,' the helpless, contemptible, plaything of twelve year olds, the chronic, secret masterbater, ever have defeated evil, and won great victories for justice.  It would be better to forget those disturbing memories, and accept herself for the worthless, insignificant slut she was!

Several hours later, Diana woke with a start. "What's the matter with me? I'm Wonder Woman! I'm her to do a job! Why am I just lying here like a passive cow? Time's awasting!  Let's get with it, Girl!" Diana looked warily around.  Sue was snoring lightly in the other bed. "This is my chance!"

Diana crept out of bed, and slipped out of the room to investigate her growing concerns about the practices here at the clinic. She was very frustrated. It had been impossible to gather evidence, until now. Sue seemed to go out of her way to be sure Diana was never left alone.

Diana grimaced, here she was the premiere superheroine going on a night recon wearing a panty that was practically a G-string, and an almost see-through jersey top that did not come down far enough, to cover the base of her admittedly very large breasts! If she reached up the top would slide up and uncover her nipples! And to make matters worse, it would be bad enough to be caught, but if any one saw her they would  guess her guilty secret, by her drenched panty and wet thighs, not to mention how completely the smell of her arousal filled the air around
her. "How could I let myself sink so low?"

Wonder Woman almost reached the administrative area, when she heard a noise from around the corner. She quickly tried several doors until one opened. She slipped in to hide from whoever was coming down the hall. The heavy tread indicated a man. She waited a few moments after the sounds faded and then slipped back out to continue her recon. She had not gone more than a step or two, when a hand gripped her by the hair and jerked her up on tiptoe!

Wonder Woman let out a short scream, of alarm, before she could choke it off. It felt like her hair was going to be ripped out by the roots! She lifted both hands to her head to grip the hand, trying to lessen the pull it was exerting. This bared her nipples, and the man basely took advantage of that, by rubbing his hand all over her breasts.  Then, he started slowly squeezing each nipple separately.

Diana tried to ignore the sexual sparks flying from her nipples to her brain, but she could not force her hands to leave her head to defend her breasts. She told herself it was because of the pain from her hair being pulled, but she could not explain why her nipples were swollen and standing out so far, or why her breasts were blotched from the blood that was rushing into them.

"Well, well. What do we have here, a naughty, little girl out after curfew? And in a restricted area, too?" Diana's heart plummeted. It was the chauffeur! He had already humiliated her by feeling her thighs and smacking her bottom on her first night here. Now, she was at his mercy again, and this time she was practically naked! It never occured to the former superheroine to resist.

The man laughed and said, "Well princess, it is time for you to be disciplined by a man!" As he said this he released his hold on Diana's hair. Diana felt a brief moment of relief. It died when
Mr. Pierce gave her a hard stinging slap to the bare sensitive under curve of her left buttock. He then took a firm grip on Diana's upper right arm, and dragged her along with him to a door further down the hall. He opened the door, and encouraged Diana to enter the room with another stinging slap to her bottom. Diana staggered into the room, and gasped in fear when she saw the instruments of torture on the wall,  and the many different devices for restraint that took up most of the floor space.

Diana did not think to pull her jersey down over her breasts. She stood there dumbly, her body rigid and her hands tightly fisted, as she tried to control the tremors in her body. Some repressed memory told her, she could not fight the man, and before she realized it, she said, "You  caught me! You win, but please don't report me to the headmistress!"

"You must be punished, princess." Said Mr. Pierce. He sneered at her, disdainfully,his eyes sweeping slowly down her body, stopping at her breasts and then her wet panties. After admiring her body from head to toe, he again looked her in the eye and repeated, "Yes, you must be punished!"

Diana hung her head in shame and defeat. She started, when she saw her bare breasts with her swollen nipples pointing so proudly at the man who was treating her so shamefully. She belatedly reached up and pulled her thin jersey back down. She looked up in surprise, as Mr. Pierce again gripped her upper arm and pulled her to a sawhorse device with a pole just beyond. He dragged and pushed her into position facing the sawhorse. Turning her loose
he said, "I will punish you, and your actions during this session will decide if I report you to the headmistress."

With hanging head and slumped shoulders, Diana quietly whispered, "I'll do anything you say, only please don't report me?"

"Remove you panties!"

Wonder Woman stiffened in anger, but then her shoulders slumped again, and with quiet sobs she put her thumbs in the waist band of her panties, and slowly pushed them down.  Was there a seductive overtone to that slowness? Her action pushed her well rounded bottom into extra prominence, and let her breasts swing down, as the left nipple popped into view. She had to stop, when her waist encountered the sawhorse. Mr. Pierce instructed her to reach out and grip the pole. Diana had to stretch out and stand on tiptoe to reach the pole. That pulled her jersey up exposing both breasts, again.

In shame, Diana wiped her tears on the skin of her shoulders. Mr. Pierce knelt down and putting his hand on the outside of each leg, slowly rolled her panties down from mid thigh where Diana had had to stop due to the sawhorse. He grinned as he lovingly rubbed each strongly muscled, but girlishly smooth, leg from thigh to calf. "I bet you never thought you would ever willingly submit to having a man's hands on your beautiful legs, while your bare ass is pointed to the ceiling and your tits are just as bare and you do not have the first restraint!"

Diana looked back over her shoulder and said, "Please, just get on with it! This is very humiliating, but I am submitting to your discipline! Please, please, hurry!" Mr. Pierce noted with satisfaction the tears on Diana's cheeks.

"Hard to believe, this timid, whining bitch, is the great Wonder Woman!"  Mr. Pierce thought with a grin. With a sob, Diana found it hard to believe, herself.

Mr. Pierce said, "Princess, you have broken the rules. This infraction is very serious. I can not punish you enough physically. I have to employ emotional torment as well. The added element of humiliation will train you to accept rules and regulations, from others in the future without
considering any act of rebellion!"

Diana gasped in fear, as the man pulled each leg out, and tied it to the leg of the sawhorse, forcing her further up onto tiptoe, to be able to reach the pole. This opened her up to easy viewing. She felt hot scolding tears roll down her cheeks, as her bottom opened, and her pussy lips parted. She knew a man was leering at her most intimate secrets.  It was awfully hard to  think of herself as a superheroine, on a vitally important mission, at that moment. She was just a naughty, young girl who's mature, fat bottom was going to be punished for disobeying rules. She had no thought of fighting the man, who was humiliating her.  She just wanted to submit to
his subjugation, so he would not increase her punishment.

"Well, princess, are we ready?" Mr. Pierce went to the wall that was covered with whips, canes, crops and different types of paddles. Some paddles were wood, with and without holes, some were leather. Some of the leather ones were wide flat paddles others were small strips with knotted ends. Mr. Pierce picked one that was wide and smooth and appeared to be very supple.

The grinning man laid the paddle over, Diana's hips and picked up a bottle from the floor. Diana hadn't noticed that, before.  He squirted liquid onto his hands and rubbed them together. "Now princess, lets check those big titties of yours."  He leaned down and placing each hand on one of her breasts. He started rubbing, squeezing, stretching and fondling. He kept this up, until  Diana could not prevent a small throaty moan from escaping her lips. Her breasts felt hot and
swollen. Her nipples were turgid, painfully ridged. Mr. Pierce smiled, when he noticed, the great Wonder Woman was drooling.

Mr. Pierce finally quit Diana's breast, only to move backwards to her spread bottom. He rubbed each bottom cheek, before he moved his fingers to her pussy. At the first touch, he felt Diana's body stiffen, but she did not protest. When he touched her clit, she threw her head back, with another louder moan, and pushed her bottom even higher, as if in search of his fingers.

"She's turned into one hot little, bitch! Like a minx in heat!"  He thought.

Diana, lost in forbidden thought, did not notice, when Mr. Pierce lifted the leather paddle off her hips. She did not comprehend the faint whoosh the paddle made as he swung it to make a loud splat in the middle of her generously offered buttocks. That first blow took her breath away. Her eyes grew round, and filled with tears, as the pain from that first stroke grew for the first 30 seconds. Then the second stroke landed. This one was just below the first, and overlapped  it slightly.

The former Princess Diana, daughter of the Queen of Amazons, the Nation's premier  superheroine screamed in pain, as she accepted her punishment, with her hands unrestrained. Between strokes, she haltingly begged Mr. Pierce for mercy, promising to be a good girl.  A part of her, was grateful, her Amazon sisters couldn't hear their princess begging a man for mercy.

Mr. Pierce finally laid the leather paddle back across her hips, and after putting more lotion on his hands, he again rubbed Diana's tender, red, swollen buttocks. "Thank you, thank you! I will be a good girl, I promise." Sobbed a broken Princess Diana.

"I'm afraid I have not finished your punishment, little one. You remember, to keep from damaging your delicate skin, with the proper number of strokes we must add an element of humiliation." Mr. Pierce grinned, while he savored the delicate skin in question with bold strokes from the top of Diana's butt to the bottom and even into the shadowy crease in between.

Diana did not realize it, but she was pushing her bottom into his cooling gently massaging hands. She was more concerned with the additional punishment, Mr. Pierce was going to force her to submit to. She could not take any more of the strapping to tender bottom. "Please, no more! I can't take any more!" She sobbed.

"Then, maybe you should ask to have your fat, royal ass fucked, instead!" Demanded Mr. Pierce, as he grabbed the paddle, and swung it fiercely in an upsweeping motion to connect with Diana's bottom cheeks in her most tender area, the crease where the thighs meet the buttocks.

Diana screamed long and loud. Then with hiccups punctuating her cry she begged, "Please, (hiccup,) 'fuck my, (hiccup)  'fffat royal ass! (Hiccup)!"

"With pleasure, little princess!" Mr. Pierce quickly put lotion on his raging cock, and slowly introduced it to Wonder Woman's virgin asshole.

Diana could not process the extreme feelings coming from her bottom. She tried to resist, but they were so overpowering. She grunted with each push Mr. Pierce made, as he slowly forced his way up her ever so tight bottom. She was an Amazon Princess!! But, here she was bent over a sawhorse, while she submissively let a chauffeur tie each of her legs in a wide spread, that presented her bottom to his prick, so beautifully.  Worse, she had actually begged him to do it!

Wonder Woman's arms were free. She could fight the man off, just by turning loose of the
pole, she was clinging to.  If she did that, though, she could not  use the pole to push her bottom backwards to meet Mr. Pierce's upwards stroke! Dear Goddess! Did she want his prick in her delicate, little bottom hole?

Mr. Pierce roughly squeezed Diana's breasts, and pulled on her nipples, with one hand, while the other was foraging in her pubic fur. He slowly pulled her clit out, and gently squeezed it in the same rhythm, as the inward stroke and the pinching of her nipples.

Diana tried to resist the rising climax. She did not want her body to humiliate her, by overcoming her Amazon control, but the perverse, forbidden sensations were proving too much.  Mr. Pierce stepped up his assault on her body and mind, by moving faster in and out of her bottom, squeezing her breasts and clit in the same motion.  He whispered in her ear, "The public may
know you as Wonder Woman, a super heroic Amazon Princess, but we both know you're nothing but a horny little bitch! I want you to beg me to fuck your fat virgin ass! Come on!
Say it! 'This bitch wants you to fuck her fat virgin ass!"

Diana whimpered silently, "Please, Hera, give me strength!"  No strength came!  Instead,  Wonder Woman's whole body shook, and then stiffened, as she gasped and threw a scared look over her shoulder. Mr. Pierce had just spanked her hard with his hand. She saw the other hand raised for a similar spanking to the other cheek. She screamed as it landed. She lost control of her body and her climax overtook her. She did not even realize it, until she heard her own voice wailing, "This bitch...wants you ... to fuck...her fat...virgin. . .ass! Fuck . . .her asss.
Bitch . . .fuck . . .ass!"

Mr. Pierce grabbed Diana's titties, and pulled them harshly to force her body back onto his prick as he finally came in Wonder Woman's no longer virgin ass. The nation's premier superheroine shrieked and collapsed in a broken heap.

When Diana became aware of her surroundings, again, she was lying on the floor, in a fetal position, wearing only her short jersey.  The pleasure in her once virgin ass, had been replaced by stabbing pain.  She slowly raised her head to see if Mr. Pierce was still there. He was in the corner working with a contraption that looked like a hospital stand with a liquid filled bag hanging from it. The bag had long rubber tubes coming out of it.

Mr. Pierce noticed that Diana was coming around, and came over to her. Kneeling down he said, "We need to clean you up before we present you to Ms. Wainwright."

Diana panicked, "You promised, you wouldn't tell her! You promised." She wept tearfully.

Mr. Pierce smiled gently down at her and said, "Don't worry. We won't tell her, but if you don't want her to guess, we need to clean you up."

Diana felt relief and then confusion. What did he mean? She then felt cool air on her wet bottom and a blush covered her entire body. Her bottom was leaking.

Diana let Mr. Pierce lift her up and lead her over to the wall beside the hospital equipment. He said, "I want you to kneel down on your hands and knees, in front of this chair, and keep your legs apart, so your ass cheeks are well spread. I need to give you an enema to clean out your ass. We don't want any evidence of you default punishment to run down your leg when you
are talking to Ms. Wainwright, do we?"

Diana hung her head. She shyly shook her head, 'no'  and proceeded to do as directed. When she'd spread her bottom cheeks well apart, Mr. Pierce gently inserted the enema tube deep into her bowels.

Mr. Pierce unclipped the hose clamp, and Diana felt the liquid work its way into her bowels. Mr. Pierce whispered into her ear, "I could have put something astringent into the liquid but didn't. You should thank me, by giving me a good blow job." At Diana's confused look, he smiled and explained by unzipping and pulling out his prick. He sat in the chair and gently pulled the surprised Wonder Woman's face close, until she began to understand what he wanted. Even worse, she could smell his prick. The smell was from her own asshole!

Wonder Woman opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a word, Mr. pierce  stuffed the foul smelling prick, between  her pink, quivering lips, and Princess Diana tasted her own shit! It didn't taste any better than anyone else's. She was not a superheroine. She was a punished girl who was cleaning up the prick that had well ravished her bottom.

Mr. Pierce gently began pulling her head up and down. Diana began moving her tongue to help her breath. She felt the liquid swelling her belly and started humming to communicate her distress. Mr. Pierce ignored her meaning, while enjoying the result of her humming. Poor Diana was so confused. She should be finding this act repugnant, and Mr. Pierce disgusting, but why did she feel heat  between her legs, feel her breasts and nipples enlarging from the extra blood pooling in them?

"YES, YES, that's it, you royal bitch!" Mr. Pierce finally roared.

Diana almost gagged, as each eruption spurted from the prick she had so submissively cleaned and sucked. Did she feel a small thrill of pride?  She, a royal bitch, had been able to pleasure the person who had so well disciplined her. Not once, but twice!

Diana felt the first urges that showed she needed to use the bathroom.  But when Mr. Pierce put his prick back and zipped up, she was surprised at feeling a sense of loss.  She shyly glanced up longingly at his crotch.  The man patted her on the head, as he said, "For your first time, that was not a bad blow job."  Wonder Woman no longer resented, or even hardly noticed, that she was being treated like a household pet. Instead, dog like, the once haughty Amazon Princess wriggled in pleasure at the demeaning pat, like a stray bitch, who'd expected another kick as her due.

Diana rubbed her face against Mr. Pierce's leg and purred her pleasure, at his compliment.

Mr. Pierce leaned over and rested one hand on Diana's lower back, and with the other gently removed the enema tube from her bottom. With a slap to her bottom, he directed her to the bathroom in the corner. He further insulted the fastidious Princess, by reminding her to brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash to freshen her breath.

Diana was happy to reach the toilet and find relief from the pressure that had begun to build. She brushed her teeth, gargled and took a quick shower.

Mr. Pierce insisted on inspecting her body. Diana blushed but did not resist. After he completed the inspection he handed her a clean jersey and panty. Grabbing her arm he hustled her out before she could put on the skimpy clothes. Ms. Wainwright was waiting, he explained.

Chapter 11. Wonder Woman accepts punishment from a boy, in front of a man.

Diana was not surprised, that Mr. Pierce openly admired the way her tits bounced, and
her bottom flexed with each step.  After all, wasn't that what they were for? She did not complain when he occasionally freed her arm to squeeze or spank her bare bottom. Or when he used the other hand to fondle her breasts or pull her nipples. In fact the attention gave her a shy feeling of pride. She accepted the attention and was not surprised to feel sexual pleasure building.

Diana was not surprised when Mr. Pierce pulled her to a stop outside Ms. Wainwright's door. She thought he was going to take her last virginity. The thought excited her.  It confused her, when he instructed her to put on the clothes she had carried the whole way. AS she put them on, she felt embarrassed to realize they had reached Ms. Wainwright's office without her becoming aware of her nakedness. Mr. Pierce knocked and at a muffled command opened the door and pushed Diana into the room.

Diana was shocked and embarrassed, then dismayed and finally completely humiliated. Dan Ormman was tied to chair watching her stand there nearly naked. A young boy about 15 was smiling as he admired her body. Ms. Wainwright stood in front of her desk with a disapproving frown. There was a video camera setup in the corner, and Diana could hear it running.

'Oh, Hera! Please don't let them know I am Wonder Woman.' Thought Diana as she stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlamps. She made no pretense to cover herself.

Ms. Wainwright immediately destroyed any hope Diana had about her secret. "Dan tells me,
unwillingly perhaps, but still. He tells me, you really are Wonder Woman. We have had a superheroine here at this school. Submitting to discipline as we decided she needed it. We tried to help you only to find out you are here to betray us."

"No, not to betray you but to protect the young girls." Diana almost sobbed. She was seemingly more distressed that she had upset Ms. Wainwright, than that her mission was compromised.

"Did you find anything?"

"No." Responded Diana.

"Then sign this." Ms. Wainwright said, as she put a legal document in front of her. As Diana started to read the document, Ms. Wainwright explained it to her. "This is protection for us in case you later think you were abused. It states that any punishment you received here was acceptable, and helped to reduce your haughty ideas of yourself. You now know how to be a pleasing young girl. No longer a rebel but a little girl with a mature body, who willingly accepts discipline as needed. I want you to sign this using both names that you go by, Diana Prince and Wonder Woman."

Diana gasped in shock. "If I do that. . ."

"Yes, with this signed document, we could destroy your superheroine career at any time. consider the alternative." Ms. Wainwright picked up a remote control and pushed a button. Cabinet doors opened to show a big screen TV. She pushed another button and a video started. "This is just a few snippets of the videos we have. They were made as further protection."

The first clip was followed by many others:

Wonder Woman bent over the chair in the interrogation room, one entrancing bottom cheek bare and a red hand print showing easily against the surrounding white skin.

Wonder Woman crying in Ms. Wainwright's office as she pissed her panties.

Wonder Woman on her knees cleaning up her mess showing her well paddled bottom.

Wonder Woman's first meeting with Nancy, as she assumed her position; tongue out, hands clasping the opposite elbow behind her back with her feet spread and her entire bottom in view.

Wonder Woman in Nancy's room riding Nancy's thumb to an orgasm.

Wonder Woman being disciplined by Sue.

Wonder Woman going from girl to girl in the showers asking to be spanked.

Wonder Woman peaking into a room where two nude girls are being punished. One is Amy Bradford and the other must be her sister.

Wonder Woman hiding around a corner as she watches the now dressed girls as they are being led down a hall toward Amy's chauffeur. The dresses they are wearing just cover their bottoms. They are made out of jersey and are extremely tight. They are carrying something and can not prevent their dresses from riding up. Before they are halfway down the hall most of their
red swollen bottoms all of their pussies are bare.

Wonder Woman watches as the girl's she had sworn to protect, are reduced from being ladies with a chauffeur to the chauffeur's mistresses. The chauffeur sits down and takes first Amy
and then her sister across his lap and gives them a severe hand spanking. He then pushes first one then the other over the back of the chair so he can fuck them from behind.

Wonder Woman playing volleyball with other girls. They are in short, tight gym suits but with she only has her jersey top and skimpy panty. The jersey is above her breasts and her panty is in her crack so deep she appeared to be wearing only a G-string.

Wonder Woman in the shower with the young girls. They are taking turns sitting bare bottomed on her face, and holding her legs under their arms so the others had an easy time giving her a spanking.

Wonder Woman being taken into a room by Mr. Pierce. . .

Diana was sobbing, "Please stop. Whatever you want. I'll do anything if you don't release those tapes! Oh please!"

Ms. Wainwright frowned at the sobbing Amazon heroine, and said, "You have no idea how much these tapes would bring on the black-market. You are a woman that a lot of people would like to see humiliated and humbled."

"Please, anything." Sobbed Diana. "Okay, here's the deal." Said Ms. Wainwright. "You agree to let Tommy Montgomery, here, purchase you as his slave, and the tapes can be part of the price."

"Slave! I am not a slave!" Diana exclaimed. "Fine. We will sell the tapes and produce this signed document, if anyone has any problems."

Diana's will to fight crumbled. She stood there dejectedly a moment and then nodded her head as she whispered, "Okay."

Tommy spoke for the first time, as he took Diana's hand and led her to a couch in the corner. "I have had some changes made to your costume. You have too beautiful a body to hide so much of it. While Ms Wainwright gets it, I want you to accept a bare bottomed, over the knee spanking. You will have to count each smack and say.  "Wonder Woman thanks you and begs for another!."

"I. . .I. ."

"Shh, don't worry. It will sting and I will be strict with you in the future but I love you, and would not destroy you the way those tapes would. Please believe me.  The world will remember you as you once were!"

Diana did not know what to think, but she could not see any way out. She looked into his eyes and she could tell he did seem to love her. The emotion was shinning in his eyes. But what boy would not love to have Wonder Woman at his beck and call. Her bottom his, to discipline as he pleased. She then blushed as she realized she would lose her virginity to this young boy.

She stood there a moment, indecisively, as Tommy sat on the couch waiting for her answer. Diana blushed, as she finally pulled her panties off and laid on her young master's lap for the first time.

Tommy spent some time rubbing, squeezing and generally admiring her bare rump. Then he struck, S M A C K. Diana gasped, it had stung terribly. Her master knew how to spank a bare bottom. She surprised herself with a soft moan. Tommy was gently rubbing her sore bottom. Diana then remembered her script. "Wonder Woman thanks you, and begs for another."

Tommy spanked the delightful submissive Wonder Woman, with gusto, but tenderly at the same time. He rubbed her bottom between spanks, and even tweaked her clit or massaged her pussy lips, occasionally.  Diana was crying and pushing her hips down after each smack, but pushing her bottom up again, so her new master could have easy access between her long, smooth legs. While massaging her clit, Tommy leaned down to whisper. "Your bottom looks swollen and tender and your pussy has wet my pants. Do you want to cum now or wait till later when we are alone?"

This reminded Diana of the two people in the office with them and the camera in the corner. She tried to say she wanted to wait until later but. . .too late! She started cumming with a loud moan.

Diana heard a whisper she could not make out, and then Tommy was gently turning her over. She felt a wet warm washcloth settle between her legs. She shyly covered her face as she spread her legs and Tommy gently cleaned her pussy.

A few minutes later they both stood up. Diana found herself holding Tommy's right arm in both her hands, as though seeking his protectio, as they stood looking at the other two. Ms. Wainwright had Diana's new costume in her hands. At first glance, it looked the same.

Diana looked at Tommy, inquiringly. He smiled and nodded. She took the suit and spun. With a flash of light Wonder Woman stood there. A very different Wonder Woman. The top had been trimmed down at least half an inch, over the half moons above her breasts. She knew she would have to be careful or she would shake out of it.  It didn't really matter. She knew her days of fighting crime were over. She belonged to Tommy, now.

Tommy took his Amazon Princess over to a full length mirror, and her jaw dropped in surprise. Instead of covering her crotch leg to leg, her pussy was barely covered. Tommy gently turned her around, and Wonder Woman saw what she had been feeling. The very brief panties only covered the lower half of her bottom, with a seam running down to her crotch. The leg openings felt loose. She ran her thumbs under the edge and realized there wasn't any elastic. The center seam would pull her panty into her crack leaving much of her bottom bare.

Diana looked pleadingly at Tommy. He smiled and pulled some cloth from his pocket and handed it to her. She looked at it for a moment and then she remembered where she had seen it. The jersey dresses Amy and her sister had worn to meet their chauffeur. She blushed as she put it on. It came down 3 inches below her crotch. But every stride or movement of her hips pulled it up. Wonder Woman knew she would spend a lot of time in public, pulling her skirt down. This would be very demeaning and humiliating! Then she looked at the tape on Ms. Wainwright's desk. This was much better than what could be happening. She silently moved to stand behind Tommy, gratefully seeking, and accepting, his protection.

It had worked! Wonder Woman had accepted her slavery!