Wonder Woman:  the Great Debate - Chapter 2

The Pimp’s Hand vs. Star-Spangled Ass

Our Story Thus Far:  a large group of superheroines has joined up with a group of heroes to form a new team.  Unfortunately things have not gone as promised and in just the first few months there have been numerous transgressions.  So according to their bylaws a Tribunal of Grievances has been convened, whose decisions all have sworn to obey on Wonder Woman’s golden lasso.  Now Diana herself has been called upon to open proceedings, by presenting her first grievance…

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Wonder Woman shuffled her notes, her head curiously fuzzy. Her throat was parched, so she reached out and took another sip. ‘Strange’ she thought, returning the water to its coaster. ‘It’s already half empty…’ Looking back to her notes, she scanned down the many, many pages of incidents arrayed on the stand before her skimpy panties; but she had trouble focusing on any one. In fact, she could barely focus enough to even read them.

“But there’s so many,” she said at last, looking back up in defeat.

“Well, pick one of the biggest, longest uh, categories… and let’s start going down from there,” Power Girl said. She squirmed, buxom ass rubbing against her seat, as she found her head a little fuzzy too. Inside her top, the nipples of her famously gigantic breasts were, strangely, starting to protrude out through the fabric.

Wonder Woman nodded, and, like magic, the perfect one popped into her head. She put down her notes. She wouldn’t need them for this one.

“Let’s start, actually,” she said, looking pointedly at Reversion, who was at that instant tracing the previous location of Azure Angel’s big round bottom in the air with his fingertips, directly behind the now-seated heroine’s oblivious head, “with the subject of asses.”

“Asses?” Lord Virtue asked, surprised.

“Yes. We’ll use your term for this one. Asses, and the slapping thereof.” She paused to briefly kiss her glass of water with parched luscious lips, and then quickly continued, as the room murmured.

“This has become something of an epidemic. Some accidental bottom contact is perhaps inevitable, given the narrow corridors of our satellite. But it is getting out of hand. What started as occasional brushes are becoming rubs, gropes… sometimes full-on spankings. And they’re becoming more common.”

Her eyes narrowed into a glare, and her golden tiara gleamed as she lifted her raven hair high..

“When the same team-mate plants his hand straight onto your ass five times in the same day, and each time when you whirl to confront him he just smirks and says ‘oops’… that’s a problem.” Her voluptuous ass wiggled in agitation, its sleek curves achingly displayed on the overhead screens in her taut, skimpy, desperately spank-able star-spangled panties. “This isn’t a pick-up workshop, gentlemen – we’re here to fight crime, not get our norms escalated until you can do what you want with our bodies. That’s why I propose a zero tolerance policy: no unasked-for bodily contact. Ever. It doesn’t turn us on guys, we don’t like it, and guess what? It is never going to get you laid.”

“Very eloquent,” Power Girl said. Her own voluptuous bottom squirmed in her chair at the memory of ‘accidental’ hand-swats past. “Your rebuttal and counter-proposal, Lord Virtue?”

The huge purple hero slowly shook his head. “For such a short statement, my opponent’s words contain so many lies and falsehoods I can scarcely believe it, even from her.”

A collective gasp rippled through every female mouth in the auditorium… setting a delightful jiggling into a veritable sea of tremendous cleavage.

“But fortunately,” he continued, oblivious, “I think one single point can serve as the basis for my rebuttal. Unfortunately, I must invoke a point of speaker’s privilege to make it.”

“Speaker’s privilege?” Power Girl asks.

“Yes. I must ask, in order to expose a lie she may not even realize herself, that Wonder Woman be required to don her own lasso.”

Power Girl squirmed indecisively in her chair, considering. Finally, curiosity got the better of her… besides, she could see no possible harm. Not from Wonder Woman, the Princess of Truth, of all women. “Granted,” she said, and rapped her gavel.

“What?” Wonder Woman asked, surprised.

“Put on your lasso,” Lord Virtue told her. He smirked. “Unless… you are afraid of being exposed in a lie?”

“Of course not!” Wonder Woman said indignantly. “My points could not be more self-evidently true, and I have nothing to hide!” Grabbing up her lasso, she bent down and tied a loop around her ankle, so as to keep her hands free. She gasped softly, as the force of truth took her. Then she stood up and handed the other end to her interrogator as he approached her across the stage. “Ask me anything,” she purred, confidently, and put her hands back on her podium.

“I will. My first question is this. When it comes to ass slaps, there are many kinds. So I want to be clear. When you complain about men touching your ass, Diana, do you mean something sneaky, taking you by surprise - like this?”

And with no other warning, his huge muscular arm swung down and delivered a powerful, open-handed spanking right to the center of Wonder Woman’s arrogantly presented bottom.

“Ugh!!!” Diana cried out in shock, lurching up against her podium under the force of his blow. The crowd went wild, women rising from their seats in shock, men’s jaws dropping open in joy.

Stunned, Wonder Woman clung to her podium, her fuzzy mind reeling. This left her voluptuous ass to wiggle right in front of her interrogator, as if begging for some more. So he complied.

“Or,” Virtue calmly continued, “do you mean something sustained, like this?”

Grabbing hold of Wonder Woman by her shoulder, he swatted her ass again and again and again, spanking her mercilessly upon her proud star-spangled bottom even as it leapt and wiggled deliciously under his blows. Up front, Wonder Woman’s titanic breasts heaved into the podium so hard they nearly popped from her bustier, as her gorgeous face, her mouth curled into a shocked little ‘o’, gaped up at the ceiling as if simply unable to process what was happening to her.

“Or something lingering, like this?”

The next time, as her buxom bottom rose up in helpless shock from his last blow, he grabbed it and gave it a tight possessive squeeze through her panties. Then, just to rub it in as it were, he slid a little lower, and snuck two fingers down between her thighs to briefly stroke her where it counts.  Wonder Woman's lips let out a shocked yelp as she suddenly felt him touch her between her legs - and then moments later he was gone.

“Or just a casual snapping of your panties, like so?”

Finally, as her ass continued to wiggle, he reached up, slipped two fingers down the crack of her ass, and pulled her skimpy world-famous panties away from her buxom ass. He let his eyes, and the zooming cameras, get a brief look of naked impossibly well-cushioned buttocks… then with a dismissive flick of his hand he let her panties go.  The famous silken garment promptly slapped back down onto her buxom flesh with a loud stinging “thwack!" - leaving her sumptuous curves to jiggle and shimmy delightfully upon the giant screens afterwards.

Letting go of her, he stood back, his other hand still holding her lasso. “Well?” he asked, after several seconds. “Which is it?”

Wonder Woman, lying on her belly atop her podium, having been knocked there by the force of his humiliating public spankings, slowly turned her head towards him. Her face, looking up into his, wore a more pure expression of outrage than had ever existed on any face ever. Her tits hung out over the edge of the podium, giving the entire audience a look straight down her spectacular cleavage.

“ALL OF THEM!” she said.

Power Girl grabbed up her gavel and banged again and again. “Mr. Virtue,” she cried, shocked… her own buxom scantily-clad ass squirming sympathetically against her seat. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Setting up my rebuttal,” he said, calmly. “Trust me. There is only one more question. And it is verbal.” He turned back to Diana, who had crawled back down from her podium and was busy preening angrily, hands back upon her ass pulling her panties back into place.

“Wonder Woman,” he asked, “When I spanked you on your ass, did it make you aroused, sexually?”

“That’s really your question?” she laughed, her angry face instantly replaced by one of derision. She put her hands on her hips, and struck a proud stance before the cameras, lifting her head high and speaking her words clearly to make sure every man heard them. “Every time you slapped my ass,” she said, “it instantly made me feel degraded, defenseless, and most of all, humiliated. Like you had absolutely no respect for me as a person, a teammate, or a warrior, and saw me only as a mindless receptacle for your cock.”

She closed her eyes, shook her head ruefully, and then opened them to look every man in the eye.

“Of course it made me horny,” she said, in the same patronizing tone. "Though of course I would never admit it without... without my lasso to force me..."

Wonder Woman's initial smug and haughty tone drained away as she realized what she was saying.  Lord Virtue smiled - and did not show her any mercy.

"I see," he said.  "And each time my hand contacted your bottom - did that make your pussy more wet or less?"

Turning around, Wonder Woman gaped up at him in horror.  Her full red lips quivered in disbelief, that he would ask such a question.  But, moments later, compelled by her lasso, they were forced to answer.

"More... more wet," she whispered.  But unfortunately for her, and the beauties sitting in stunned silence out in the audience, the microphones caught every word.  "Every... every time your palm spanked my bottom," she admitted, "I... I could feel a little more moisture flowing into my vagina..."

"Did any one thing I did to you turn you on more than anything else?" he asked.

Wonder Woman shivered.  She did not want to answer.  "Yes..." she finally said.

"What?" he asked.

Her face went bright pink.  She squirmed.  Unable to meet his gaze, she turned and stared down into her podium - but this, unfortunately, only brought her trembling lips closer to the microphone.  Then, at last, with a slight glow, the lasso forced her to answer.

"When... when you put your hands between my legs," she said, "and touched my pussy..."

Then with a final moan, Wonder Woman buried her face in the podium as her luscious star-spangled ass, lifted up high on display behind her, squirmed and jiggled with humiliating lust.

"Hmmm..." Lord Virtue said.  He chuckled.  "No further questions, Princess," he said.

Swinging the free end of her lasso in a wide arc, Lord Virtue swatted it down across her wiggling buttocks and then let go - returning it to her by way of one last parting swat.  It struck hard enough that it made Wonder Woman gasp, and left a tiny pink welt arcing across her curvy buns.  Then, leaving it curled about around her booted feet, he turned away from the shamed Amazon and strutted out to stand in center stage.  Once there, he looked down onto the five huge-breasted judges, and the rest of the assembled heroinely and heroic audience.

“My opponent clearly overstretched her case,” Virtue’s voice thundered over the silent room, while spread across the huge screens above his head Wonder Woman’s skimpy over-stretched panties continued to wiggle back and forth in utter humiliation – criss-crossed by the pink marks left by his stinging interrogation of her curves. “I move that mere contact of hand against body, regardless of intent, location or duration, is never grounds for disciplinary action.”

Turning, he strode back to his podium.

The five judges were left gasping and squirming in their seats. All had suffered numerous indignities at the hands, literally, of their teammates. Memories of those slaps and gropes even now tingled across their wiggling backsides. But with Wonder Woman’s shocking failure they could not bring themselves to vote for her. The swirling aphrodisiac Wing Girl’s water had snuck into their busty systems, thanks to which those shameful memories somehow made their pussies start to moisten and ache slightly, did not help. Finally, one by one, huge breasts straining and jiggling in their enormous yet inadequate tops, each busty judge leaned over and, hands cupped over their lips and her ear like whispering high school hotties, passed their judgment to Power Girl. The ultra-buxom Kryptonian listened in awe, her mouth agape and then, shaken, nodded and sat forward in her seat, her own gargantuan cleavage jiggling spectacularly through her famous boob-window as she did so.

“Tribunal sides with the defense,” she said, and, with a trembling hand, banged her gavel upon the table.

The room erupted. Heroines moaned in shock, heroes cackled with glee. Gasping, Power Girl promptly slammed her gavel down again and again, harder and harder… making her huge titties slosh and bounce more beautifully with each and every ponderous-sway-inducing stroke.

“Wonder Woman,” she finally called out, once it became obvious that her hard banging was not going to bring the room entirely to silence. “Please. Present your next grievance.”

Gasping, her buxom star-spangled ass still stinging and quivering with the memory of its punishment and its humiliation, Wonder Woman slowly slid backwards off her podium. Swollen panty-clad and still pink-tinged ass still wiggling tenderly, she gingerly rested her booted feet back upon the stage. “Y-yes of course,” the shaken Princess said, hastily shuffling her papers beneath her enormous swaying bustier-clad breasts.

But she could not quite help herself. Even as she shuffled her papers desperately with one hand the other reached back and rubbed, gingerly, at her epic stinging ass. As she did so, her gorgeous head turned and, briefly, gaped at Lord Virtue in dazed disbelief. She still could not quite get it through her lovely brain that he had had the balls to do that to her. Then, shaking her pretty head, she swiftly got what brains she had left back upon her task.

To be continued…