![Miranda1.png]( "Miranda1.png")
by: CaptainPlamnit
Description}: When Miranda Lawson found out that Commander Shepard was being put in charge of their mission instead of her, she became determined to prove that SHE should lead the team instead. After all, why not? She was an experienced fighter, a talented biotic and a longtime agent - she had every right to be in command. And so it was that she foolishly challenged the Commander to a private sparring match in the Normandy's hanger, hoping to humiliate them into ceding command to her by proving how much more capable she was.
The plan began to fall apart almost immediately. She got in a few good hits on Shepard at the beginning, but soon the Commander had analyzed her fighting style - and started toying with her. It began with a simple tear of Miranda's bodysuit, a piece of the protective spandex falling away thanks to a swipe from Shepard's clawed sparring gloves. A few more tears later, and Miranda began to regret letting the Commander keep their gloves on for the match - she was still certain of her victory, of course, but having pieces of her uniform torn away like this was getting annoying. She didn't have much time to think about it, however; as she spun into a dropkick she hoped would knock her opponent flat, Shepard simply stuck their foot out. The heels of the Commander's boots weren't particularly sharp, but it was enough to make Miranda scream as the momentum of her own attack slammed her right breast into one. As she doubled over in pain, she felt a painful swipe across her rear end and realized in horror that the latex covering her bottom had been stripped away.
That was when Shepard REALLY started having fun.
Miranda jumped to her feet with remarkable speed, ignoring the pain in her chest and launching into a series of desperate attacks, but was met with the same reward for every attempt: a painful swat on the butt and an embarrassing yelp from her own mouth. Even her most elaborate maneuvers earned her little more than a smug grin from Shepard and another humiliating handprint on her ass. With every slap, her desperation only grew, but no matter how hard she tried she simply couldn't land a hit on the Commander. The growing pain in her reddening buttocks was hardly helping matters.
The "fight" ended when a particularly hard smack from Shepard's gloved hand knocked Miranda to her knees, providing the Commander with a clear view of their handiwork. The defeated young woman considered her options; aside from the superficial injury to her behind (and the far less superficial one to her pride), she was very much still in fighting shape- but the throbbing pain in her ass, and the embarrassment of having been soundly spanked by her commanding officer, removed any thoughts of continuing the fight. "Hmmph." She muttered, trying to keep the humiliation out of her voice. "It seems your hand-to-hand abilities are...adequate." She couldn't bring herself to say anything more complimentary than that. When the Commander didn't immediately respond, she raised her injured ass a bit higher in the air behind her, hoping Shepard would take it as the sign of surrender it was.
Of course, Shepard knew that Miranda had surrendered...but whether or not that surrender would be accepted was another matter entirely.
