Ms. Americana and Got Gal

in

“The Queen of Justice”

by General Exeter

generalexeter@msn.com

When Tanya O’Donnell awoke to the first morning of her long-overdue vacation, the first thing she noticed was the alarm clock.  She couldn’t remember the last time its shrill beeping had not roused her for work.  Finally, her time was her own, and the feeling thrilled her.  She climbed out of bed naked – she loved the feel of the silk sheets on her bare skin – and reached for the Got Emerald on her nightstand.  It felt warmly reassuring in her palm, as it always did, and she kissed it affectionately before hanging it around her neck.  It reminded her of a hard, friendly penis between her enormous breasts – not that she had ever experienced such a thing, since every cock that she had ever known had been forced on her.

Tanya found her workout clothes and quickly dressed.  They were snug – too tight, really – but she loved the way the shorts hugged her hips, and how the sports bra crushed her firm melons together.  The Got Emerald pulsed like a heartbeat in her cleavage, as if it approved of her scanty dress.  Sometimes, she regarded the stone as more of a lover than a gem, and went out of her way to please it

She spent a good two hours in her workout room, determined to maintain the perfection of her physique.  The Emerald grew warmer as her pulse raced, which made her grow more and more excited.  Her clothes were drenched with sweat when she was through, but she knew that much of the moisture between her legs had nothing to do with exercise.  She hurried into the bath and peeled off her soaked clothing in front of the full-length mirror.  She was so beautiful that she wished she could be two people at once for a few moments – just long enough to explore her body for the first time.  She leaned her supple frame against the cold mirror and pressed her mouth on that of her reflection, fantasizing what a kiss from that delicious woman would be like, and realizing sadly that she could never know.  It was so unfair – for all the aliens, mutants and sentient plants that had forcibly violated her, she could never give her body to the one person who deserved to have it.

Tanya climbed into the steaming hot shower, washing the sheen of sweat from her perfect curves while the Got Emerald eagerly pulsed against her heart.  She knew what it wanted, and couldn’t long resist its urging.  She lifted the chain from her neck and pressed the warm, throbbing stone between her legs.  The gem hummed like a vibrator, sending waves of pleasure through her body.  She started pushing the stone in and out of her pussy, letting it thrill her, knowing that it enjoyed being inside her.  It seemed to climax as she did, as if the flood of cum gushing down her thighs was not all her own.  Sighing with her spent pleasure, she pushed the gem out, licked its oily facets clean like a lover’s organ, and returned it to her neck.  She loved the Got Emerald like she loved herself – a perfect object she could never truly give her body to.

Tanya dressed in a pair of snug panties and a bra, deciding that she would have little reason to wear more.  Besides, she knew the Emerald preferred it when she wore as little clothing as possible, and she was certain she had not played with herself for the last time that day.  She made a quick breakfast and turned on the television to catch the latest news – for though she was on vacation, she was still Delta City’s ace reporter, and couldn’t remove herself entirely from the job.

Tanya discovered that the execs at KHDC had filled her temporary absence with a novice journalist from the newsroom – some young red-haired woman with a fair face and a nice little body, but not what Tanya might consider a threat to her position.  Settling into the couch, she watched the story already in progress.  It seemed that the nefarious Queen Bee and her slavers had just been apprehended – by Ms. Americana.  The reporter was spewing plaudits while Americana struck a pose for the camera, basking in the adulation of her public.

“Ms. Americana,” the reporter gushed, “you’ve thwarted the Queen Bee and her Hive for the third time now, and you’ve saved Delta City from yet another dangerous criminal.  How do you do it?”

Americana smirked at the girl’s naiveté, and Tanya huffed disgustedly to herself – a stupid question, one she would never have asked.

“That’s a trade secret,” the buxom heroine replied.

“Delta City has its share of other super-women – Power Lass, Got Gal, Lady Midnight – why were you first on the scene?”

Muttering around her mouthful of granola, Tanya said, “Because we don’t love the attention as much as she does.”

“This was a tough job,” Americana explained, “the Hive nearly got the better of me.  So it’s fortunate I was the first of Delta City’s champions that Commissioner Bordon called – I’m not so sure my caped confederates could have handled such an ordeal.”

Tanya studied her fellow vigilante on the TV, and sensed a peculiar glow about her.  “They fucked her,” she murmured, and the Gem between her breasts pulsed in agreement.  Laughing, she continued, “That’s it – there’s no way she beat the Queen Bee’s goons single-handed!  They beat her, stripped her, and nailed her sexy ass.  She’s got more sperm in her right now than George Michael!”  Tanya knew that gang rapes just came with the occupation; when you lost a fight in the super-hero business, your body was free territory.  She had been on the receiving end of that deal herself more times than she cared to recall, but it excited her to know that it had happened to someone else.

The reporter continued, “The Commissioner has said that he’s considering cracking down on unofficial law enforcement agents like you.  Care to comment?”

Ms. Americana laughed, dismissively tossing her black mane.  “Without me, he’d have to rely on his men,” she answered, “he ought to know better.”

The reporter concluded her interview with a close-up.  “This is Pamela Price, with Ms. Americana – Delta City’s Queen of Justice.  Now back to you in the studio, Rodger.”

“Queen of Justice,” Tanya echoed with no slight envy in her voice, “who crowned her queen?  I’m not much older than her, I’m prettier than her, my tits are bigger than hers – and if I ever had to, I could kick her ass!”  Annoyed, she stood and set her empty bowl in the sink.  The Got Emerald began to throb again, and the flush spread through her body, compelling a response.  Knowing that the stone would not relent, she lifted it from around her neck and absently dropped it into her panties like a mother surrendering a toy to a fussy child.  The throb instantly changed to a soft pulse, and she caressed the bulk of the jewel in her underwear.  “Mm, you like my pussy, don’t you?” she whispered.  The stone hummed in response, stimulating her.

While Tanya eased back into the sofa, letting the Got Emerald play with her, she started thinking about what she had said.  “I think I could kick Americana’s ass,” she decided, “and maybe I should.  Someone ought to teach that conceited bitch some humility.”  The Got Emerald encouraged her with a flood of warmth.

*    *    *    *    *

“Got Gal?” Delta City’s Queen of Justice called as she crept through the balcony window, “I got your message, and came as soon as I could.”  The room was dark, and apparently empty.  Fumbling about, the chesty champion found the light switch, but it didn’t work.  Uncertain, Americana called again, “Got Gal?”

She heard a soft footfall behind her, but before the star-spangled heroine could react, a slender hand grasped her about the waist.  Another clamped over her mouth and nose, and in it was a rag doused with chloroform – an old trick that lusty villains liked to use as a means of removing her panties.  Caught by surprise, Americana struggled against the hands holding her – strangely soft, feminine hands – but their owner was nearly as strong as she was, and she could not find the leverage to break free.  She tried not to breathe, but the effort was useless and her desperation made it worse.  She couldn’t help inhaling the noxious fumes in long, deep breaths while her anxious mind grew numb.

“That’s it, Americana,” Got Gal whispered into the raven-haired heroine’s ear, “breathe it in.  That’s some of the Warlock’s special formula.  We’ve both had it before; you know you can’t resist it.”

Ms. Americana recognized Got Gal’s voice, and could scarcely believe that her friend and fellow heroine was her attacker!  She struggled some more, but her arms were growing weaker, making her resistance more and more feeble.  Slowly, she sank to her knees while the chloroform did its job.

“That’s it, honey,” Got Gal murmured sweetly to her victim, “breathe deep.  Let yourself go.  Surrender to everything I’m going to do to you.  You know you deserve it.”

As her vision blurred, Americana vaguely realized that she had once before experienced the potent chemical she was breathing.  It was indeed a concoction used by the fiendish Warlock which not only put the victim to sleep, but also induced a state of extreme horniness.  As she drifted toward unconsciousness, she could feel the cotton panel between her legs grow damp with moisture.  She tried to ask ‘Why?’ of her attacker through the chemic cloth, but her voice was too muffled.  A moment later, her tense limbs went limp and she collapsed at Got Gal’s stiletto-heeled feet.

“And now, my little queen,” Got Gal whispered to her vanquished victim, “you’re about to taste some of my justice!”

*    *    *    *    *

When Ms. Americana awoke, her wrists and ankles were bound tightly behind her in nylon cords, and her power belt was gone.  The latter, she realized, didn’t matter much – even an ordinary orgasm would have de-powered it, and the Warlock’s chloroform had made her cum like a cheerleader.  Dimly, her eyes focused, and she took in her surroundings.  She was in the same apartment where she had been attacked, only the lights were on.  ‘The old loose bulb in the socket trick’, she thought, realizing that she had fallen for it yet again like a novice.  She rested her blurred eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, Got Gal was standing over her in all her blonde, buxom beauty.

“Back so soon from the Land of Nod?” she said, “Good – because we have a lot to do tonight!”  She cinched a dog collar around her victim’s neck and hooked a leash to it.  Americana could only mumble in protest, too weak to respond otherwise.

Got Gal pulled her to her knees with the leash.  “Now, my pretty bitch,” she said, “what makes you think you’re the Queen of Justice?”

“Got Gal,” Americana dazedly murmured, “why are you doing this to me…?”

“Wrong answer,” Got Gal told her sternly, and, reaching behind her kneeling victim, delivered a sharp slap across her rump.  “You will call me ‘Mistress’, you arrogant twat.”

Americana yelped from the blow, but her mind was too clouded from chemicals to fight back.  “Please, Got Gal,” she began again, “you don’t have to rape me like this – I’ve always wanted to pleasure you.  Remember that time in the sewers, when I rescued you and Got Chic?  I told you then…”

Angrily, Got Gal spanked her again, commanding her to silence.  “You – rescue me?  I’ve never needed rescue!  I’ve always been your superior, you pompous slut!  I should be Delta City’s Queen of Justice – not you!  Let me hear you say it!”

Slowly, Ms. Americana’s wits drew into focus.  “But I am the Queen of Justice,” she stubbornly replied, “That’s the title the fawning citizens have given me, and I will wear it proudly.  Calling you by my title will not make it so!”

“You don’t dare defy me,” Got Gal threatened, pulling firmly on the leash, “or I’ll spank your ass so hard, it’ll look red-white-and-blue even without your pretty panties!”

Americana fell forward, grunting as she landed heavily on her massive chest.  Straining to catch her breath, she said, “Got Gal, listen to me – there’s something wrong with you…”

Got Gal ignored the plea, and instead slapped Americana’s upturned ass.  “You are a willful, spirited bitch, you are.  I told you to call me ‘Mistress’.  Are you still going to disobey me?”

Ms. Americana hesitated, while her pride wrestled with the sharp sting in her ass.  She would never relent to an enemy, but Got Gal was a friend who desperately needed her help.  Deciding on a plan, she said, “I’m sorry, Mistress – I’m a naughty, disobedient slut.  I promise I’ll try to be a good girl from now on.  Please punish me if I forget.”

Got Gal cupped a cheek of Americana’s burning ass, soothing the pain with a soft caress.  “That’s much better,” she said.  Raising Americana to her knees then, she began fondling the woman’s enormous breasts.  “They’re just like mine,” she whispered, “so full and soft, so squeezable – but firm.”

“I’m so happy my body pleases you, Mistress.”

Roughly, Got Gal tore away Americana’s bra, freeing her huge globes from the restricting cloth.  “That’s better, isn’t it?” she asked as she resumed groping.

“Much better, Mistress – thank you.”

“Look how stiff your nipples are!” Got Gal giggled, pinching them hard and pulling in opposite directions, “You must really like this!”

Americana loved every moment of it, and found it hard to keep her mind on the plan.  Even without her belt, she knew she could overpower Got Gal in a fair fight, so she had to get her hands on the Got Emerald first.  And to do that, she had to placate her tormentor, no matter what she demanded.  “Yes, Mistress, I love the way you touch me,” she admitted, “but especially because you do.”

Got Gal smiled at her obedient slave and said, “Now that I’ve tamed you, I should give you a name.  What do you want me to call you?  If I like what you suggest, I’ll use it – if not, spanking time!”

Ms. Americana considered the question, realizing that Got Gal would only be satisfied with something suitably degrading.  As a stalwart feminist, she had little trouble deciding on the worst possible pet name she could think of.  “Cunt?” she suggested.

Got Gal beamed.  “Beautiful!” she said, “Actually, I’m a little disappointed – I was looking forward to beating you some more – but ‘cunt’ is the perfect name for you.  Now, let me try it out – kiss me, cunt.”  Got Gal then pressed her lips on Ms. Americana’s, and slid her tongue into the woman’s open mouth.

For that moment only, Americana forgot all about her plan of escape, focusing her attention completely on Got Gal and the kiss she had dreamed of since first meeting the lovely blonde avenger.  Often, when she was masturbating or suffering the lusty appetites of some super-villain, she fantasized about making love to Got Gal, and had tremendous orgasms from it.  She tried telling herself that she was no lesbian, but couldn’t deny that she had a serious crush on the woman.  Now suddenly, she had the opportunity to act on her fantasy and wasn’t about to pass on it, no matter how perilous the situation.

When their kiss finally broke, they were both gasping for air.  “Wow!” Got Gal said at last, catching her breath, “That was some kiss!  You almost sucked my panties up through my mouth!”

Ms. Americana almost blushed, but said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Feeling the crotch of her own underwear, Got Gal said, “Look how wet you’ve made me.  Let me feel yours.”

Obediently, Ms. Americana opened her thighs, and Got Gal thrust her hand into the woman’s star-spangled underwear.  “Great Goddess of Got!” she gasped, “Did you pee in your panties, cunt?”

“No, Mistress…”

“Then this is all cum?  What a filthy little girl you are!”

Ms. Americana flushed with shame while Got Gal felt her sopping-wet pussy.  Much of it had to do with the Warlock’s chloroform, but she was also so turned on by Got Gal that she probably would have been just as damp without it.

Got Gal’s entire hand was glistening with cum when she withdrew it.  Giggling, she said, ‘Yes, ‘cunt’ is definitely the best name for you!  Look at this mess!”  She then began to smear it on Americana’s body – thighs, tummy, tits and face – before toweling it off in her hair.

Ms. Americana wasn’t sure how best to react, but decided to say, “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Do you know what your punishment will be?”

Hopefully, Americana said, “A spanking, Mistress?”

“Yes, but more than that,” Got Gal grinned, “You’re going to do the laundry while I spank you.  And let me show you how.”  She seized the strings of Americana’s panties and tore them off.  Then she stood and slowly peeled her own damp underwear down her hips, deliberately giving Americana a firm glimpse of her tight blonde pussy.  “Does it look delicious to you, cunt?”

“Oh yes, Mistress – very much.”

“That’s good, because you’re going to be eating me a lot tonight.  I’m building up such an orgasm that you’ll have to swallow like a bitch to keep from drowning – but first, your punishment.”

Got Gal let her panties slip down her legs and stepped out of them.  Then she picked them up again along with Americana’s underwear, and turned both pairs inside out.  Gathering them in one hand, she grasped her slave’s leash with the other.

“Do you see the mess you made?” she said, holding the soiled underwear under Ms. Americana’s nose, “You’ve ruined two pairs of panties, you naughty little cunt.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“You’re going to clean them now.  Open your mouth.”

Americana did as she was told, and Got Gal thrust the underwear in her mouth, cotton panels first.  “Do you like that, cunt?”

With her mouth full, Ms. Americana could only nod.

“And now for your spanking,” Got Gal said.  She untied her sheer cape and dropped it to the floor.  Then, reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bra and took it off, letting her tremendous breasts hang free.  Fully naked, she knelt beside Americana and, yanking hard at the leash, forced the bound woman across her lap.  “Honestly, I don’t know how many strokes you deserve this time,” she said, absently fondling Americana’s ass, “I’ll just do it ‘til my hand gets tired.”

Ms. Americana yelped through her nose at each stroke, and began leaking tears into her mask.  It took all her willpower to keep her ass in the spanking position and not to squirm.  As her punishment continued, the sting in her ass gave way to a searing fire, until she was sure that her nicely-shaped bottom had turned bright red.  She decided that Got Gal was an expert at spanking, and wondered if she practiced on Got Chic.

Eventually, even Got Gal’s legendary energy began to wane, and she stopped.  Admiring her own work, she caressed Americana’s punished ass and said, “You should see your backside, cunt – it’s like a ripening peach.  I could bite it…”  Impulsively, she sank her teeth into one of the woman’s cheeks, making her yelp again.

Got Gal lifted Ms. Americana back to her knees and took the soaked panties out of her mouth.  “How many strokes was that, cunt?”

The humiliated Americana, eyes cast downward, meekly replied, “Fifty-four, Mistress.”

“And what do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Got Gal kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered, “That’s a good girl.”  Rising, she churned her hips provocatively in front of Americana’s face, saying, “And good girls deserve a treat.  But first, I want to show you something.”  Pulling at the leash, she brought her crawling slave over to the full-length mirror at one end of the room.  “There’s a camera behind this mirror,” she explained with a soft giggle, “and I’ve been filming everything.  But I wanted you to know all about it, because there’s something else I want.”

“Anything, Mistress,” Americana said.

“Tell me: who’s the Queen of Justice?”

Ms. Americana’s pride burned in her heart, but she knew she could not resist Got Gal’s domination without giving up her strategy.  So she turned her eyes to where she imagined the camera lens to be and submissively said, “My Mistress, the mighty Got Gal, is the Queen of Justice.”

“But everyone thinks Ms. Americana is the Queen of Justice.”

Fresh tears flooded her eyes and soaked her mask, but the subdued Americana replied, “I’m just a servile cunt.  Ms. Americana submits to Got Gal, the true Queen of Justice.”

Got Gal was delighted – Americana’s submission was more than she had hoped for.  Turning around, she stuck out her bottom and ordered, “Show the world you mean it by kissing my ass.”

Americana leaned forward and planted her lips squarely on one of Got Gal’s firm cheeks, leaving a lipstick print like a valentine.

Got Gal’s excitement was electric.  Turning around, she said, “You’ve turned into a very good girl after all.  And it’s time for your reward.”  She positioned herself in front of the kneeling Americana with legs far apart then gently nudged her forward.

Ms. Americana met Got Gal’s pussy with an open mouth, and hungrily plunged her tongue inside it.  Got Gal’s clitoris was already swollen, and Americana sucked on it eagerly, working to bring her mistress to orgasm quickly – for only then could she accomplish her escape.  Americana knew everything about oral sex, especially with another woman – she had been made to satisfy Kitty Kat, the Dragon Queen, Esha, and every other female super-villain who managed to capture her.  For Got Gal, she brought all of her formidable talents to bear.  Her reputation among enemies was that she could lick a woman to orgasm inside of two minutes, and while some were easier than others, she made it a point of honor to live up to it always.  Got Gal, she decided, would be the easiest of all – not only because the moaning blonde vigilante was verging on climax already, but because her pussy was by far the most pleasant she had ever tasted.  Ms. Americana was almost sorry to make her climax so soon.

Churning her hips, Got Gal gasped loudly and shrieked, “Such a tongue on you, bitch!” while her abdominals contracted and her ass clenched.  Then she seized Americana’s hair in both hands, pressing her slave’s face hard against her pelvis.  The first orgasm ripped through her body like a shock wave, while a flood of hot cum poured into Americana’s ready mouth and down her neck.

Americana knew Got Gal was not finished, and continued to duel the woman’s clitoris with her tongue.  Before long, another tremor went through Got Gal’s thrashing body, then another, then another – five orgasms in all, each one spewing a torrent of cum into Americana’s face.  And she could have kept going, but Got Gal finally pushed her away and collapsed to the floor, utterly spent.  Ms. Americana fell onto her side, but her injured pride revived again – a screaming five-point multiple orgasm with a single tonguing!  It even surpassed the three-pointer she had given Queen Bee that morning – and she really did have a honey-pot between her legs.

But Ms Americana couldn’t waste time indulging herself – she had to move quickly if she was going to help Got Gal.  The buxom blonde beauty was lying on her back, panting like a dog on a summer day and holding her sated pussy like an injury.  Her head was positioned toward Americana, and the Got Emerald, which had been flashing like a beacon during Got Gal’s orgasms, lay dark and quiet between her heaving breasts.  This, Americana knew, was her moment for action – possibly the only one she would find in a long while, considering Got Gal’s phenomenal rejuvenating powers.  If she hesitated, she would have to spend several more hours serving her friend’s vicious appetites before the chance came again.  Pulling herself clumsily to her knees, Americana started crawling toward her exhausted mistress.

“That was beautiful, my little cunt,” Got Gal sighed, her eyes still closed, “Maybe I’ll reward you with an orgasm in return – though I don’t know if I can do what you did.  I’m pretty good at eating pussy, but I’ve never seen anyone do that…”

Ms. Americana flexed her leg muscles, straining hard against her fetters, and pounced onto Got Gal with a knee to either side of her face.  In a single fluid motion, she gripped the chain of the Got Emerald in her teeth and pulled upward with all her might.  Got Gal’s face slammed hard into her pussy, and Americana clamped her thighs around the blonde woman’s head like a vice, catching her in a modified sleeper-hold.  Straining harder, Americana broke the slender chain around Got Gal’s neck, and the Emerald went spinning across the room, well out of reach.

Got Gal fought back wildly, but her slave had caught her unprepared.  She could do nothing but flail – and with the Got Emerald out of range and her strength depleted by orgasms, her blows were too feeble to phase Americana.  Already winded, she couldn’t breathe with her face held firm in her attacker’s pussy, and her defense rapidly used up what little air her lungs still held.  With her remaining energy, she braced her feet against the floor and pushed hard against her assailant’s hips, but with no success.  As her limbs grew limp, she beat feebly against Americana’s tense thighs, helpless to do anything else.

“Go to sleep now, Got Gal,” Americana told her, “Everything will be all right when you wake up.”

Obediently, Got Gal fainted.

*    *    *    *    *

Got Gal revived in a confused daze – completely naked, her costume scattered everywhere, a searing pain on the back of her neck, and a numb feeling in her pussy like she had just been fucked with a nuclear-powered vibrator.  Startled, she sat up.

“So, you’re awake,” Ms. Americana said.

Got Gal spun around on her ass.  Her friend and fellow vigilante was standing a dozen feet away, naked except for her mask and power belt, and looking stern.  “Americana – what are you doing here?  And what’s going on?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t,” the blonde champion replied, “All I remember is watching the TV – something about you and your meeting with Queen Bee this morning…”  Hesitantly, she asked, “Why am I naked?  Why are you naked?  And where’s my Emerald?”

“I think it did something to you,” Americana informed her, “Possessed you in some weird way.”

“Get out of here!”

“No, seriously – you honestly don’t remember?”

“Stop asking me that!  I’d tell you if I did.”

Americana explained, “You called me over here, saying that you had found some information on Esha, my arch-nemesis.  When I got here, you chloroformed me, tied me up, ripped my costume off, spanked me mercilessly, and made me eat your pussy”

“What…?”  Got Gal blushed, “I wouldn’t do that to you – not unless you asked me, anyway.”

“You need evidence?” the dark-haired avenger asked.  Turning around, she showed Got Gal her thoroughly thrashed bottom.

“Great Goddess of Got,” Got Gal whispered, “I did that?”

“I thought there was a film to show you, too, but it seems you were lying when you said there was a camera behind the mirror.”

Got Gal looked at her, nonplussed.  “Why would I do that?”

“You really wanted to humiliate me,” Americana sullenly admitted, “I guess you thought it even more degrading by making me think it was all on film.”

Got Gal stood up and hugged her friend, mashing their huge breasts together.  “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” she whispered, “I didn’t know what I was doing.  Please forgive me.”

Ms. Americana returned the hug and said, “Of course I forgive you, honey.  It wasn’t your fault.”  Then she added, “But there’s still a question of balance…”

Got Gal gave her a confused smile.  “What do you mean?”

“Who’s the Queen of Justice?”

With a little laugh, Got Gal said, “You are, of course – everyone knows that.”

Smiling a private smile, Americana explained, “I have that title because I always uphold the right and redress the wrong – and that’s what justice is, really.”

“Yes, but I still don’t know what you mean…”

“Well,” Americana began coyly, “you hurt me, degraded me – and didn’t even return the orgasms I’d given you.  We have to make that right again.”

Got Gal nodded, realizing her friend was right.  “What can I do?”

Silently, Ms. Americana retrieved the discarded dog leash, the open collar hanging limply by one end, and held it up in front of Got Gal.

It took several seconds for Got Gal to catch her meaning.  Then, when she did, she smiled and murmured, “You really are the Queen of Justice.”  Without another word, she lifted the collar to her own neck and fastened it.

“Indeed I am,” Americana said, smiling, “and by the way, the orgasm I gave you was off the Richter scale.  You’ll be working hard to pay me back for it.”

Got Gal sank to her knees in submission and said, “Then I better start now, sweetie.”

With a jaunty swagger, Americana leaned over Got Gal and spanked her sharply across the ass.  “You will call me ‘Mistress’,” she ordered.