(I caught part of Supergirl on TV last week while I was laid up and on painkillers. This is the result.
Full disclosure: This is actually the first part of an ageplay story I wrote, however this segment has no ageplay elements, it's strickly spanking. I liked the way this scene turned out and I thought some of you might enjoy it. Those of you interested in seeing the whole thing can check it out on my blog.)
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Superior Girl squared her shoulders, her breasts jutting proudly as she placed her fists on her hips dramatically, every inch the regal heroine she appeared to be. “Your reign of terror is over, mister—you’re coming with me!”
I grinned benevolently; she was so wonderfully, adorably innocent—I savored her big, blue eyes and the stern look on her schoolgirl’s face—like a little girl playing cops and robbers, I thought with a smile. I couldn’t wait to add her to my collection.
Folding my hands behind my back, I spoke slowly. “I’m afraid that if you’d like me to come along, Superior Girl, you’re going to have to drag me.”
She jutted her chin into the air arrogantly. “That can be arranged.” She stomped over to me purposefully, and before I knew it, she’d reached out and grabbed my shirt. I saw her muscles flexing, the Maiden of Might preparing to lift me into the air and carry me to prison, as she had done to so many others so many times in the past…
I couldn’t suppress my smirk… Superior Girl groaned and strained, flexing with all her might, and discovering she couldn’t move me even one inch. I smiled, watching her expression change. Annoyance spread across her face, and I nearly chuckled—not one ounce of fear creased the little princesses’ brow. She was so used to getting her own way that, upon being unable to, possibly for the first time in her entire life, her reaction was one of quizzical irritation.
“Is something wrong, my darling?”
“What’s going on?” She demanded. “How are you doing this?”
I smiled patiently… obviously she didn’t have super intelligence to go along with her mighty strength. If she did, she might have noticed the odd magenta light permeating the house… a combination of red solar and pink Boronyte radiation. The first would instantly drain the Girl of Steel’s energy, the second would slowly rob her of her powers on a long term basis even if she managed to escape the red solar radiation, and eventually disable them for good.
“I’ll explain it to you later, young lady,” I said, taking her gently but firmly by the hand. “In the meantime, I think it’s time you learned what happens to naughty girls who come barging into people’s homes uninvited.”
She trotted behind me with bewildered obedience. I settled myself into a comfortable chair, Superior Girl standing next to me with the same bemused and slightly disapproving expression she’d been wearing since she discovered her powers had been neutralized. Still holding her hand, I guided her across my lap; she settled in and shot me a confused look over her shoulder, still not quite believing her predicament. I chuckled to myself: apparently, Superior Girl had never even considered the possibility of getting a spanking. I had to smile back at her as I took the bottom of her cape and folded it up onto her mid back, exposing the seat of her skirt. At last the reality of her situation seemed to be dawning on her.
“Hey,” she said, more surprised than angry. But she didn’t have much time to contemplate: I brought my palm down across her backside, producing a satisfying POP even through her skirt.
“Ow,” she cried, more petulant than pained. I grinned and delivered another swat, and then another, followed by twenty good, solid swats in steady succession. Superior Girl wriggled on my lap, and she emitted a few surprised squeaks. I paused to rub her bottom through her skirt. She turned with a shocked look, went to protest, then quickly closed her mouth again, presumably realizing that it was better than being spanked.
“That’s it,” I admonished patronizingly, rubbing her bottom softly. “You know you were wrong—take your correction like a good girl.” I slowly raised the hem of her skirt, smiling as more and more of her creamy thighs came into view, before her full cut red bloomers were revealed, the material straining heroically to contain the Maiden of Might’s pleasingly plump bottom.
“Hey!” she said, a little more forcefully this time. She struggled a bit and reached behind to cover her backside with her hand. Smiling, I gently took the writs and pinned it at the small of her back. Superior Girl looked back at me over her shoulder again and her eyes were wide, like she literally could not believe this was happening. I saw the beginnings of a blush on her face and knew The Girl of Steel was experiencing a new emotion, totally alien to her—humiliation.
I brought my palm down on her backside, delivering a solid swat to the center of her panties, making her bottom jiggle.
“Oooo!” She squealed, kicking her legs helplessly in the air behind her and I followed up with nine more swats in rapid succession, thoroughly warming the seat of her bloomers. I rubbed her bottom again; Superior Girl squirmed in my lap, appreciative for the brief reprieve and the rubbing and attempting to escape at the same time. But with her strength sapped by the eerie red light pouring into the room, The Maiden of Might had gone from being able to lift a bus to having the strength of an ordinary 20 year old girl, and I was easily able to hold her in place.
“Oh! Ah!! Ooo,” She pouted and moaned as I rubbed her bottom. “Ow! Stop it!” Superior Girl demanded impotently when I gave her wriggling buns a playful pinch.
“You’re in no place to be making demands, young lady,” I said, delivering another series of swats to her bright red bloomers. “You should be thankful I don’t call the police after the way you came charging in here.”
“I— But--- You’re a criminal!” she blurted.
“So some have alleged,” I said, continuing to swat her upturned bottom. “Do you have some evidence you’re not sharing with the police?”
“You stole my powers!” She spat through gritted teeth.
“You wandered into an experiment—it’s not my fault you lost your powers. Accept it.”
I clapped my hand against her bottom another thirty or so times. Superior Girl kicked her feet uselessly in the air behind her and emitted the occasional squeak, but she was firmly trapped across my lap. I stopped when I noticed matching crescents of pink appearing at the leg bands of her panties. She relaxed, sagging across my thighs; she was still struggling listlessly, but seemed to have come to terms with the fact that she was trapped for the moment.
“That’s a good girl…” I said, rubbing her butt gently. “I think you know you’ve needed this for a long time now, right?”
She pouted and muttered under her breath. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her crimson bloomers and without ceremony tugged them down to half mast, smiling when the plump heart of her pink bottom came into view. Superior Girl give a high pitched shriek and reached behind with her free hand to cover herself. I simply took it and bundled it up with the other one at the small of her back. Now she was effectively immobilized. Superior Girl looked at me over her shoulder, eyes wide, her shock and disbelief slowly giving way to embarrassment, and I was pleased to see the blush rising on her cheeks.
“Oh, that’s right,” I said casually, patting the plump hillocks her backside and making her wriggle, “I suppose I’m the first man to see your precious little bare bottom since your daddy used to change your diapers, aren’t I princess?”
“I- I don’t know where you get your nerve!” she thundered pompously, making another valiant effort to escape (that only succeeded in making her bottom wiggle adorably.)
“Oh? Having trouble getting your mind around the fact that the mighty Superior Girl is getting her bottom swatted like a naughty little schoolgirl?” I asked, demonstrating by delivering a succession of swats to her bare tushy.
“Ow! Hey! Stop that!” She demanded, kicking her little legs and trying vainly to clench her buttocks.
“I don’t think so, darling,” I said patronizingly, easily holding her wriggling body in place as I firmly spanked her jiggling rump. “I hope you don’t mind eating off the mantle—by the time I’m done with you, you’re little backside is going to be as red as that ridiculous cape of yours!”
“OOoohh!” she cried, pumping her legs behind her in impotent fury. “ You… you… When I get up from here, I’ll…”
“I’ll tell you what you’ll do,” I said without breaking rhythm, “you’ll get up and go stand in the corner like a proper little lady because if you don’t you’re going to get the paddle on your backside, missy!”
Superior Girl gasped and clenched her bottom again, but she forced herself to remain silent. True to my word, I spanked The Girl of Steel until the twin domes of her backside were red and glistening.
“Alright, sweetie,” I said at last, releasing her wrists, “stand up,” I commanded, patting her buttocks affectionately as I did so. She practically leapt to her feet and began furiously rubbing her bottom, hopping comically in place as she did so. I would have been happy to continue watching the snooty Superior Girl doing her war dance, but I knew I had to maintain control of the situation. She wore a fiery blush across her face, nearly as crimson as her blazing backside, and though she’d maintained her composure, I noted the beginning of tears dancing in her eyes… almost certainly a new sensation for the powerful Superior Girl.
“No rubbing,” I said sternly when I saw her reach for her bottom, “and you leave those panties where they are or you’ll go back over my knee for fifty more swats.”
She winced, but managed to control herself. She watched warily as I rose and moved around behind her and removed her cape.
“Hey,” she said quietly, spinning to face me. “You can’t—that’s my—” she flushed and stammered, not used to explaining herself instead of just taking what she wanted. “My parents—sent that with me. When I was a baby…”
I smiled benevolently, tickling her under the chin. “Rest assured, your baby blanket is going to be well taken care of—I’ve just thought of a new purpose for it, that’s all,” I said mysteriously. “But you’re going to find out about that soon enough, dearest… for now just hold still while I get you ready for corner time.”
She stared at me quizzically, but allowed me to turn her around without a fuss. She sucked in a deep breath when she felt me take hold of the back of her skirt, but maintained her silence. I tugged it up, slowly revealing her well-spanked bottom before I took a safety pin and pinned the hem to the back of her shirt.
I grinned at my handiwork: her adorable little tushy, which I’d so recently spanked to a delicious red, was completely exposed to the room, the twin orbs of her buttocks blazing behind her like a pair of shiny red tail lights. “And now it’s time for you to plant yourself in the corner while I get things ready for the rest of the evening.” I pointed to the far corner of the room. She eyed it, then me incredulously.
“But you’ll be able to see my… my…” blushing, she reached back to touch her backside instinctively, but relented at the last moment at a stern look from me.
“Exactly as it should be… a naughty girl like you should expect no less.” I crossed my arms across my chest and gazed at her sternly.
For a moment I was worried I might have to spank her some more.
But one spanking for disobedience was apparently enough for the former Maiden of Might—she shuffled off toward the corner with her panties stretched between her knees, peeking back at me over her shoulder with a red-hot blush before assuming her place in the corner.
“Hands on head,” I instructed, “so you won’t be tempted to rub.”
She complied almost instantly, and for a long moment I simply regarded my work and smiled at the rosy red hue of her plump, protruding buns. She fidgeted nervously, but held her position and didn’t turn around, and I smiled, spreading the cape out on the floor behind her… it would serve me well during the next phase of Superior Girl’s transformation.
From the bathroom I gathered my supplies before returning. Then I sat at my desk and read the paper for half an hour, occasionally looking over to study Superior Girl’s well-spanked bottom. Every once in a while she’d shuffle or sigh, but for the most part she did her time like a good girl.
Finally I rose and addressed her: “OK, sweetheart, come over here.”
Reluctantly she turned and made her way over slowly,waddling, the bloomers still stretched between her knees. Her pout was no doubt intended to make me feel guilty, but all I could do was smile—she looked exactly like a petulant little girl. I noticed her eyeing the items I’d laid out next to her cape on the floor. Tucking my finger under her chin, I tilted her head back until she was looking me in the eye.
“Have you learned your lesson, little one?”
She blushed furiously, but she remained looking at me. “Yes,” she muttered.
“And do you promise to obey me from now on?”
She squirmed, stammering for a moment. “Y-yesss,” she finally forced herself to say.
“And do you understand that you’re going right back over my knee if you don’t?”
For a moment she looked both volcanically angry and as though she were about to burst into tears. “Yes,” she finally said in a quivering voice, realizing exactly how powerless she was now.
“Good girl,” I said, moving around behind her to unpin her skirt. It flopped back into place over her stinging backside, and Superior Girl gave a thankful sigh.
Her relief was short lived… moving around front, I took hold of the bottom of the skirt and quickly tugged it down. It fell to a puddle around her ankles, and suddenly The Girl of Steel was naked below the waist but for the pretty panties suspended uselessly between her knees, and I was greeted with the sight of her neatly groomed pussy. Superior Girl squealed and bent down to cover herself, but a quick swat to her red, jiggling bottom stopped her in her tracks.
“None of that now,” I warned. “You’re going to be used to being naked soon enough.”
Her expression was horrified, but I took little note: “Down on your back missy,” I commanded, indicating the cape that I’d spread out on the floor, “oh it’s going to be the paddle for you.”
Superior Girl complied with comedic quickness, hastily lowering her sizzling red derrière to the equally red cape (now serving as a blanket again) with a wince.
“Turn over on your tummy,” I commanded gently, and she reluctantly complied, turning over and settling in on her belly, the angry red mounds of her butt jutting up toward the ceiling. She stiffened, but made no attempt to move as I settled in on my knees next to her examining her sore cheeks with a whistle… though the spanking hadn’t been very hard, Superior Girl’s buttocks were still quite red. I reached out to gently rub them, making her hiss softly.
“Oh!” she cried softly. “Ah! Oooo…”she moaned when I gave her a slight squeeze.
“Is it very sore, darling?” I asked gently.
“Uh huh,” she replied petulantly.
“Aww… poor baby,” I said soothingly. Bending down, I planted an exaggerated kiss on the cheek nearest to me, making Superior Girl squirm and blush and murmur. I took a bottle of cream from next to the blanket: “would you like me to rub some lotion in and make you feel better?”
“T-that would be nice,” she said, only hesitating for a moment.
I filled my palms with the sweet smelling lotion and warmed it in my hands for a moment before I reached down and started slathering the cool ointment into her skin. She emitted a sharp gasp, followed by a long, drawn out moan. I could feel her relief warring with her embarrassment once more, but she didn’t hesitate to stretch herself out and relax a bit, savoring the cool relief on her well toned backside.
“Now I don’t like having to spank this cute little bottom,” I fibbed, working the lotion into her skin, “but that’s the only way you’re going to learn to be a proper little lady. Right?”
“Yes,” she said after a brief hesitation.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir,” she said quietly, and I grinned, knowing that the blood was rushing to her face.
“Good girl,” I said, patting her blushing tushy. “Turn over, babykins.”
Read the rest of the story here.
Full disclosure: This is actually the first part of an ageplay story I wrote, however this segment has no ageplay elements, it's strickly spanking. I liked the way this scene turned out and I thought some of you might enjoy it. Those of you interested in seeing the whole thing can check it out on my blog.)
Superior Girl squared her shoulders, her breasts jutting proudly as she placed her fists on her hips dramatically, every inch the regal heroine she appeared to be. “Your reign of terror is over, mister—you’re coming with me!”
I grinned benevolently; she was so wonderfully, adorably innocent—I savored her big, blue eyes and the stern look on her schoolgirl’s face—like a little girl playing cops and robbers, I thought with a smile. I couldn’t wait to add her to my collection.
Folding my hands behind my back, I spoke slowly. “I’m afraid that if you’d like me to come along, Superior Girl, you’re going to have to drag me.”
She jutted her chin into the air arrogantly. “That can be arranged.” She stomped over to me purposefully, and before I knew it, she’d reached out and grabbed my shirt. I saw her muscles flexing, the Maiden of Might preparing to lift me into the air and carry me to prison, as she had done to so many others so many times in the past…
I couldn’t suppress my smirk… Superior Girl groaned and strained, flexing with all her might, and discovering she couldn’t move me even one inch. I smiled, watching her expression change. Annoyance spread across her face, and I nearly chuckled—not one ounce of fear creased the little princesses’ brow. She was so used to getting her own way that, upon being unable to, possibly for the first time in her entire life, her reaction was one of quizzical irritation.
“Is something wrong, my darling?”
“What’s going on?” She demanded. “How are you doing this?”
I smiled patiently… obviously she didn’t have super intelligence to go along with her mighty strength. If she did, she might have noticed the odd magenta light permeating the house… a combination of red solar and pink Boronyte radiation. The first would instantly drain the Girl of Steel’s energy, the second would slowly rob her of her powers on a long term basis even if she managed to escape the red solar radiation, and eventually disable them for good.
“I’ll explain it to you later, young lady,” I said, taking her gently but firmly by the hand. “In the meantime, I think it’s time you learned what happens to naughty girls who come barging into people’s homes uninvited.”
She trotted behind me with bewildered obedience. I settled myself into a comfortable chair, Superior Girl standing next to me with the same bemused and slightly disapproving expression she’d been wearing since she discovered her powers had been neutralized. Still holding her hand, I guided her across my lap; she settled in and shot me a confused look over her shoulder, still not quite believing her predicament. I chuckled to myself: apparently, Superior Girl had never even considered the possibility of getting a spanking. I had to smile back at her as I took the bottom of her cape and folded it up onto her mid back, exposing the seat of her skirt. At last the reality of her situation seemed to be dawning on her.
“Hey,” she said, more surprised than angry. But she didn’t have much time to contemplate: I brought my palm down across her backside, producing a satisfying POP even through her skirt.
“Ow,” she cried, more petulant than pained. I grinned and delivered another swat, and then another, followed by twenty good, solid swats in steady succession. Superior Girl wriggled on my lap, and she emitted a few surprised squeaks. I paused to rub her bottom through her skirt. She turned with a shocked look, went to protest, then quickly closed her mouth again, presumably realizing that it was better than being spanked.
“That’s it,” I admonished patronizingly, rubbing her bottom softly. “You know you were wrong—take your correction like a good girl.” I slowly raised the hem of her skirt, smiling as more and more of her creamy thighs came into view, before her full cut red bloomers were revealed, the material straining heroically to contain the Maiden of Might’s pleasingly plump bottom.
“Hey!” she said, a little more forcefully this time. She struggled a bit and reached behind to cover her backside with her hand. Smiling, I gently took the writs and pinned it at the small of her back. Superior Girl looked back at me over her shoulder again and her eyes were wide, like she literally could not believe this was happening. I saw the beginnings of a blush on her face and knew The Girl of Steel was experiencing a new emotion, totally alien to her—humiliation.
I brought my palm down on her backside, delivering a solid swat to the center of her panties, making her bottom jiggle.
“Oooo!” She squealed, kicking her legs helplessly in the air behind her and I followed up with nine more swats in rapid succession, thoroughly warming the seat of her bloomers. I rubbed her bottom again; Superior Girl squirmed in my lap, appreciative for the brief reprieve and the rubbing and attempting to escape at the same time. But with her strength sapped by the eerie red light pouring into the room, The Maiden of Might had gone from being able to lift a bus to having the strength of an ordinary 20 year old girl, and I was easily able to hold her in place.
“Oh! Ah!! Ooo,” She pouted and moaned as I rubbed her bottom. “Ow! Stop it!” Superior Girl demanded impotently when I gave her wriggling buns a playful pinch.
“You’re in no place to be making demands, young lady,” I said, delivering another series of swats to her bright red bloomers. “You should be thankful I don’t call the police after the way you came charging in here.”
“I— But--- You’re a criminal!” she blurted.
“So some have alleged,” I said, continuing to swat her upturned bottom. “Do you have some evidence you’re not sharing with the police?”
“You stole my powers!” She spat through gritted teeth.
“You wandered into an experiment—it’s not my fault you lost your powers. Accept it.”
I clapped my hand against her bottom another thirty or so times. Superior Girl kicked her feet uselessly in the air behind her and emitted the occasional squeak, but she was firmly trapped across my lap. I stopped when I noticed matching crescents of pink appearing at the leg bands of her panties. She relaxed, sagging across my thighs; she was still struggling listlessly, but seemed to have come to terms with the fact that she was trapped for the moment.
“That’s a good girl…” I said, rubbing her butt gently. “I think you know you’ve needed this for a long time now, right?”
She pouted and muttered under her breath. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her crimson bloomers and without ceremony tugged them down to half mast, smiling when the plump heart of her pink bottom came into view. Superior Girl give a high pitched shriek and reached behind with her free hand to cover herself. I simply took it and bundled it up with the other one at the small of her back. Now she was effectively immobilized. Superior Girl looked at me over her shoulder, eyes wide, her shock and disbelief slowly giving way to embarrassment, and I was pleased to see the blush rising on her cheeks.
“Oh, that’s right,” I said casually, patting the plump hillocks her backside and making her wriggle, “I suppose I’m the first man to see your precious little bare bottom since your daddy used to change your diapers, aren’t I princess?”
“I- I don’t know where you get your nerve!” she thundered pompously, making another valiant effort to escape (that only succeeded in making her bottom wiggle adorably.)
“Oh? Having trouble getting your mind around the fact that the mighty Superior Girl is getting her bottom swatted like a naughty little schoolgirl?” I asked, demonstrating by delivering a succession of swats to her bare tushy.
“Ow! Hey! Stop that!” She demanded, kicking her little legs and trying vainly to clench her buttocks.
“I don’t think so, darling,” I said patronizingly, easily holding her wriggling body in place as I firmly spanked her jiggling rump. “I hope you don’t mind eating off the mantle—by the time I’m done with you, you’re little backside is going to be as red as that ridiculous cape of yours!”
“OOoohh!” she cried, pumping her legs behind her in impotent fury. “ You… you… When I get up from here, I’ll…”
“I’ll tell you what you’ll do,” I said without breaking rhythm, “you’ll get up and go stand in the corner like a proper little lady because if you don’t you’re going to get the paddle on your backside, missy!”
Superior Girl gasped and clenched her bottom again, but she forced herself to remain silent. True to my word, I spanked The Girl of Steel until the twin domes of her backside were red and glistening.
“Alright, sweetie,” I said at last, releasing her wrists, “stand up,” I commanded, patting her buttocks affectionately as I did so. She practically leapt to her feet and began furiously rubbing her bottom, hopping comically in place as she did so. I would have been happy to continue watching the snooty Superior Girl doing her war dance, but I knew I had to maintain control of the situation. She wore a fiery blush across her face, nearly as crimson as her blazing backside, and though she’d maintained her composure, I noted the beginning of tears dancing in her eyes… almost certainly a new sensation for the powerful Superior Girl.
“No rubbing,” I said sternly when I saw her reach for her bottom, “and you leave those panties where they are or you’ll go back over my knee for fifty more swats.”
She winced, but managed to control herself. She watched warily as I rose and moved around behind her and removed her cape.
“Hey,” she said quietly, spinning to face me. “You can’t—that’s my—” she flushed and stammered, not used to explaining herself instead of just taking what she wanted. “My parents—sent that with me. When I was a baby…”
I smiled benevolently, tickling her under the chin. “Rest assured, your baby blanket is going to be well taken care of—I’ve just thought of a new purpose for it, that’s all,” I said mysteriously. “But you’re going to find out about that soon enough, dearest… for now just hold still while I get you ready for corner time.”
She stared at me quizzically, but allowed me to turn her around without a fuss. She sucked in a deep breath when she felt me take hold of the back of her skirt, but maintained her silence. I tugged it up, slowly revealing her well-spanked bottom before I took a safety pin and pinned the hem to the back of her shirt.
I grinned at my handiwork: her adorable little tushy, which I’d so recently spanked to a delicious red, was completely exposed to the room, the twin orbs of her buttocks blazing behind her like a pair of shiny red tail lights. “And now it’s time for you to plant yourself in the corner while I get things ready for the rest of the evening.” I pointed to the far corner of the room. She eyed it, then me incredulously.
“But you’ll be able to see my… my…” blushing, she reached back to touch her backside instinctively, but relented at the last moment at a stern look from me.
“Exactly as it should be… a naughty girl like you should expect no less.” I crossed my arms across my chest and gazed at her sternly.
For a moment I was worried I might have to spank her some more.
But one spanking for disobedience was apparently enough for the former Maiden of Might—she shuffled off toward the corner with her panties stretched between her knees, peeking back at me over her shoulder with a red-hot blush before assuming her place in the corner.
“Hands on head,” I instructed, “so you won’t be tempted to rub.”
She complied almost instantly, and for a long moment I simply regarded my work and smiled at the rosy red hue of her plump, protruding buns. She fidgeted nervously, but held her position and didn’t turn around, and I smiled, spreading the cape out on the floor behind her… it would serve me well during the next phase of Superior Girl’s transformation.
From the bathroom I gathered my supplies before returning. Then I sat at my desk and read the paper for half an hour, occasionally looking over to study Superior Girl’s well-spanked bottom. Every once in a while she’d shuffle or sigh, but for the most part she did her time like a good girl.
Finally I rose and addressed her: “OK, sweetheart, come over here.”
Reluctantly she turned and made her way over slowly,waddling, the bloomers still stretched between her knees. Her pout was no doubt intended to make me feel guilty, but all I could do was smile—she looked exactly like a petulant little girl. I noticed her eyeing the items I’d laid out next to her cape on the floor. Tucking my finger under her chin, I tilted her head back until she was looking me in the eye.
“Have you learned your lesson, little one?”
She blushed furiously, but she remained looking at me. “Yes,” she muttered.
“And do you promise to obey me from now on?”
She squirmed, stammering for a moment. “Y-yesss,” she finally forced herself to say.
“And do you understand that you’re going right back over my knee if you don’t?”
For a moment she looked both volcanically angry and as though she were about to burst into tears. “Yes,” she finally said in a quivering voice, realizing exactly how powerless she was now.
“Good girl,” I said, moving around behind her to unpin her skirt. It flopped back into place over her stinging backside, and Superior Girl gave a thankful sigh.
Her relief was short lived… moving around front, I took hold of the bottom of the skirt and quickly tugged it down. It fell to a puddle around her ankles, and suddenly The Girl of Steel was naked below the waist but for the pretty panties suspended uselessly between her knees, and I was greeted with the sight of her neatly groomed pussy. Superior Girl squealed and bent down to cover herself, but a quick swat to her red, jiggling bottom stopped her in her tracks.
“None of that now,” I warned. “You’re going to be used to being naked soon enough.”
Her expression was horrified, but I took little note: “Down on your back missy,” I commanded, indicating the cape that I’d spread out on the floor, “oh it’s going to be the paddle for you.”
Superior Girl complied with comedic quickness, hastily lowering her sizzling red derrière to the equally red cape (now serving as a blanket again) with a wince.
“Turn over on your tummy,” I commanded gently, and she reluctantly complied, turning over and settling in on her belly, the angry red mounds of her butt jutting up toward the ceiling. She stiffened, but made no attempt to move as I settled in on my knees next to her examining her sore cheeks with a whistle… though the spanking hadn’t been very hard, Superior Girl’s buttocks were still quite red. I reached out to gently rub them, making her hiss softly.
“Oh!” she cried softly. “Ah! Oooo…”she moaned when I gave her a slight squeeze.
“Is it very sore, darling?” I asked gently.
“Uh huh,” she replied petulantly.
“Aww… poor baby,” I said soothingly. Bending down, I planted an exaggerated kiss on the cheek nearest to me, making Superior Girl squirm and blush and murmur. I took a bottle of cream from next to the blanket: “would you like me to rub some lotion in and make you feel better?”
“T-that would be nice,” she said, only hesitating for a moment.
I filled my palms with the sweet smelling lotion and warmed it in my hands for a moment before I reached down and started slathering the cool ointment into her skin. She emitted a sharp gasp, followed by a long, drawn out moan. I could feel her relief warring with her embarrassment once more, but she didn’t hesitate to stretch herself out and relax a bit, savoring the cool relief on her well toned backside.
“Now I don’t like having to spank this cute little bottom,” I fibbed, working the lotion into her skin, “but that’s the only way you’re going to learn to be a proper little lady. Right?”
“Yes,” she said after a brief hesitation.
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir,” she said quietly, and I grinned, knowing that the blood was rushing to her face.
“Good girl,” I said, patting her blushing tushy. “Turn over, babykins.”
Read the rest of the story here.