Wrestling Her She-Demons 3

She’d come on the scene moments ago, and was shocked into silent stillness by the display. Her husband, flanked by two naked and barely legal girls, being propositioned by them both and all but on the verge of giving in.

Now, Kara and Cassie were stunned by her in turn. Ever since she’d had to defend Clark from Cat, Lois had been eating spinach once a day, working out, jogging and exercising and lifting until she was a specimen of muscular development. Thick muscle made her biceps like castle turrets, leading into forearms with tendons like braided telephone wire. Her taut belly was now chiseled into abs like a cobblestone path. Her once-flat ass was now full and firm with powerful glutes, and her thighs were powerfully toned, corded with muscle that swelled out to match her broad hips.

It was all muscle, but it gave her proportions not unlike a cheesecake pin-up, making for a delicious contrast between the soft curves of her breasts and delicately featured face, with the sculpted musculature of an Olympic athlete. Famed sportswoman beauties like Olivia Dunne, Anna Kournikova, and Aly Raisman—all paled next to the singularly well-built figure Lois had made of herself.

With her superspeed, Kara was quick to see she didn’t want any part of this new, overwhelmingly powerful Lois. She moved to take off. Lois moved faster. As Kara took to the air, Lois seized her by the ankle and held her tight.

Kara pulled desperately against her, but Lois dug her heels in and—muscles clenching and swelling—she held Kara down despite her straining efforts. It was like Kara was caught in a whirlwind, unable to pull herself free of the vortex even with all her strength.

Seeing Kara flee, or at least attempt futilely to, was enough to convince Cassie that she wanted to be elsewhere. She went for the door, but even while grappling with Kara, Lois easily tripped her, then sprang on top of her, dragging Kara along for the ride like a child trotting along with a helium balloon.

Cassie fell onto her hands and knees, her big butt up in the air like she was still asking for Clark to be the stud to her mare. The obvious thing to do was, well, obvious.

Lois took Kara’s foot in both hands, then swung her like a sack of potatoes right into Cassie’s raised ass.

Never in Cassie’s life had she received a sounder spanking than the one Lois gave her. The tautly muscled reporter had no mercy for piteous cries and pained begging, not for either of them. She laid into Cassie’s naked ass with Kara’s nude body, turning all of Kara’s flesh into a bare palm to punish Cassie with.

Splat, splat, splat, came the rapid returns as a wailing Kara rose and fell, forcing again and again into the creamy white hills of Cassie’s voluptuous ass.

“Stop it! Stop it! I wanna go home!” Cassie yowled, quivering in pain while she kicked her bare feet and beat her small fists ineffectually on the ground.

“Well, you can’t! You’re in my home, bitch! And this is what happens to naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves!” Lois froze while flinging Kara in the air to bring her down again and some vestigial attempt at flight kept Kara hovering in place without Lois having to hold her up. She was at the ready if Lois decided either of them needed more painful swats against each other. “Unless, of course, you apologize.”

“Apologize? To you?” Cassie gasped. She looked over her shoulder at Lois’s angry grin. The look of dominance in Lois’s narrow eyes scared her, but she knew giving into her wouldn’t get Cassie any mercy, so why bother? “You’re crazy, you know that? Go to hell, you old bitch! Screw you!”

As she spoke, Cassie tried desperately to wiggle away, but Lois had planted a foot on her back and kept her right where she was. Lois was simply too strong for Cassie to budge and her anger was seething now.

“Then I guess I don’t have much of a choice, now do I!?” Lois fumed.

Her voice trailed off. She gritted her teeth. Her biceps flexed harder than ever, crystallizing into two perfect diamonds of exertion to contain Kara as the girl struggled to get away with all her might. Then Lois overpowered Kara and swung her. Down came her body—right into Cassie’s ass. Whakk!

“AAIIEE!” Cassie wailed, the flaming pain nearly making her pass out.

Lois had struck her so hard that there was a crimson imprint all across the soft white skin of her ass. She wondered if she could beat little Cassie to the point that her reddened cheeks were permanent. It would serve her right if she did.

Lois decided that if she had to beat that little bubble butt flat, she would do it, so long as Cassie and Kara learned their places. All the fooling around was over. They were not getting nice Aunt Lois anymore. Before she was finished, they would be begging for another chance to do as they were told!

“Stop it! Stop! You’re killing me! Please, have mercy, oh please, please!” Kara begged, as Lois continued to use her as a living whip, flailing Cassie for long moments that seemed like hours.

It felt to Cassie like her ass was literally on fire. She couldn’t stand it, but went on and on, far past the point where she should’ve passed out from the pain—each assault with Kara’s body woke her from the numbness and brought her pain back to wicked life!

“Apologize!” Lois finally barked, slinging Kara over her shoulder and panting from all the work she’d done.

“Yes, yes,” Cassie gasped. “I’m sorry… for all of it. I’ll never look at Clark again, promise. You’re the only woman for him… I know that now. I’ll never forget it, I promise, if you’ll only stop spanking me. It hurts! God, it hurts so much!”

Lois tossed Kara down beside her friend. Kara shrieked, landing on her swollen hindquarters, and twisted over to get the small relief of having her butt in the air instead. Lois had been careful to swing Kara so that her ass collided with Cassie’s, ensuring they were both spanked at once by the impact.

“I assume that goes for you too, Kara,” Lois said with a sadistic calm, crossing her arms.

“Yes, Ms. Lois, Ms. Lane, Mrs. Kent…” Kara had become a squirming, whimpering, sobbing child—seemingly void of any defiance. Her new attitude was much more to Lois’s liking. But just for good measure, she nudged Kara’s rosy ass with her toe, amusing herself with the way Kara jumped.

Lois stared down with gloating approval at the two well-punished rumps. Both of their asses were burning, their coloring almost neon red.

“Alright, you can go. And I’d better not see you around Clark again! If he even says your names in his sleep, I’ll be looking in on you… and making sure you have nice bruised backsides to sit on while you remember where you belong!”

“Yes, Mrs. Kent,” Kara and Cassie said as one, before hurrying out as fast as they could without jostling their wounded buttocks any more than necessary.

When Lois turned back to Clark, she could see he’d definitely enjoyed the show, but his face was screwed up with disapproval.

“That wasn’t very nice, Lois. You know they were just a pair of little girls trying to be grown up.”

“If they were a little more little in the tits and ass, I might be nicer,” Lois quipped. “But if you really feel sore about it, why not teach me a little lesson of my own?” She hitched her slacks down under her pantied ass. “How about it, Smallville? Think you can put me in my place before you bust a hand on these glutes?”

With a sigh at Lois’s antics, Clark confessed the truth: he was more than happy to find out.