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WHACK!
Jimmie bit his lower lip, as Babs’s scourge
crashed again across his reddened cheeks. “You are an embarrassment to this
city, Jimmie!” Babs said as the scourge slammed Jimmie’s left cheek.
Thirty
minutes before, there had been a contemptuous knock on the Gordon family door. Barbara “Babs” Gordon had wheeled her
chair to the door, and opened it casually, to find the Catwoman,
dressed in her purple bodysuit and kitty mask, and cracking her long whip.
“What do you
want, you slut-cake” Babs had asked in chilly tones.
Ever since she’d been paralyzed by the Joker’s gun during a visit to the Gordon
residence some years before, Babs had been somewhat
cold to super-villains, even more so than she’d been in her previous identity
as Batgirl.
Now, Barbara
aided her friends, the superheroes of
Babs steamed. She knew that Catwoman knew that Babs was in
surprisingly good shape for a paraplegic…that she worked out regularly with her
friend Dinah Lance, the Black Canary. Oh, if I could stand up I’d knock her
pretty little whiskered nose into the back of her head.
“Did you
come here for any sort of reason, Pudding Paws, or just to compare tan lines?”
Maybe I should run over her toes, the way Cutter John used to do in the “
Catwoman smiled. “Well, no…I just brought you
a sad little present. Your daddy, the Commissioner tried to apprehend me on his
own tonight, and I’m afraid he may have gotten the worst part of the bargain.” Catwoman snapped her claws, and a couple of her thugs
dropped a sack
at Babs’s feet.
Catwoman sliced the bag open with her foreclaw, and a naked man in his sixties, with white hair
and moustache rolled out. He looked as if he could command gravitas when
dressed up, but now he was nude and covered in long, red cuts and weals, from his shoulderblades to
just above his calves.
Babs looked annoyedly
at the Catwoman. “You couldn’t just resist arrest,
could you? You have to humiliate the Police Commissioner of
“B-but I
just got whipped with her blacksnake, Babs,
dearest…couldn’t I have some tea?” pleaded the Commissioner. Babs spun her chair and rolled into the library, saying,
over her shoulder “You’d damn well better be ready in the library, in your
little girl uniform Jimmie…you’ve been bad, bad bad!”
Twenty
minutes later, Jimmie hobbled into the room, wearing high heels, a baby bonnet,
and pink panties. Babs frowned and pointed a magenta
nail at her lap. “Since you are too much of a baby to be able to bring in a
mere woman” Here she smirked “Perhaps you need a little reminder of what’s
expected of you!”
Jimmie
looked at her in the most dignified way possible. “Barbara…I have done my
best….I had my troops with me, and I just was taken by surprise by the Catwoman! I…” Babs shook her
head. “You’re lazy and old. Rene Montoya has often reported to me how little
you report to the gym…you have a belly now…get over my knee, and pull down
those panties!”
Jimmie tried
to look severely at his foster daughter, but her glance was implacable. His
lower lip cmae out, and trembled, and tears rolled
down his face. “Jimmie, you are a pathetic man.” Babs
said more kindly. “You’ve lost your second wife AND had me paralyzed by the
Joker because of your pathetic inefficiency…and now the Catwoman
is making you look ridiculous. I only will thrash you because I love you.”
Jimmie asked
piteously.”You’ll just use the hairbrush? Or the switch, ma’am?”
Babs smiled, leaning back in her
wheelchair. “And Jesus found in the temple those who were selling
oxen and sheep and doves, and the money changers seated. And He made a scourge
of cords, and drove them all out of the temple, with the sheep and the oxen;
and He poured out the coins of the moneychangers, and overturned their tables.”She paused.
“That’s from the book of John,
leather
strands with little bits of metal interspersed with the leather up and down
the leather strands.
“Remember this, Daddy? Remember the time you caught me
talking on the phone to a boy, when I was younger, and you took me out in the
back yard, and pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down in front of all
the boys in the neighborhood and whipped me with this until I was crying and sobbing…and
everyone called me ‘Babs the Baby’ after that?”
Gordon’s cock hardened against the panties as he thought of Babs’s denim miniskirt flipped up over her back as he
whacked her full, plump cheeks with the scourge she now held…and how he’d
touched her bottom several times to “calm her down” It’s tough being a
disciplinarian…his cock grew harder, remembering how he’d also tied her down
upstairs and shaved her pubic hair off, so she would be “shamed”…but she
wouldn’t speak of this, he hoped?
“ And no one wanted to
date me?” Barbara’s eyes met the Commissioners. Gordon coughed. “Barbara, I was
humiliating you because I didn’t want you seeing the riffraff of the
neighborhood…I wanted you to have strong values…and you didn’t date much…and
you became a librarian, a nice, virginal—“WHACK! The
leather strands knocked Gordon’s glasses off, and his foster daughter pointed
to her lap, and he sighed and bent over…and the thrashing began.
As the thongs with their metal sparks ripped and tore the
skin of Jimmie’s buttocks, he screamed and wept, and Barbara laughed,
remembering the old saying that “what goes around, comes around”
After about seventeen lashes, Gordon began screaming, and
after forty, his sobs and hiccoughs were something to hear. Finally, Barbara
pushed him off her lap, and ordered him to stand in front of her. Gordon hadn’t
removed his panties as instructed…they were in shreds around his waist, and his
cock was stiff, in spite of the vicious whipping.
“You think this is a horny situation, Daddy dear?”Babs screamed, and James Gordon gritted his teeth as
the scourge hit his rock hard cock again and again!
Suddenly, Babs heard a faint buzz
from her purse, and realized that Oracle was being summoned.
Oliver Queen, sometimes known as The Green Arrow, plunged
his tongue into Dinah’s mouth, reaching around her neck and massaging the back
of it… “That’s right, honey…whatever you want” Dinah Lance said, her mouth
slurping Olivers…”Touch me, baby”
Ollie looked down
into Dinah’s chest..she was
wearing a tube-top, bright pink, and was rubbing it against Oliver’s
chest…could he take a chance? Those supple breasts…and the little bitch has
oiled the cleavage…Ollie gradually brought his hand up to grasp Dinah’s breast,
and he massaged it. WHACK! Dinah slammed her hand right across Ollie’s Van Dyke
yellow beard, and he fell off the couch.
“I didn’t ask you to MOLEST ME, Ollie!” Dinah’s teeth were
bared, and a moment later she screamed shrilly…Dinah had the power to emit a
siren, as she was the superheroine Black Canary, and
Ollie plugged his ears,kneeling
desperately. Finally, Dinah stopped, and pulled up her pink tube top.
“You are sickening, you know that?” Dinah pointed at her
lap. “Pull down your pants, and hand me that Spencer paddle.” Ollie looked in
terror at the long, thin wooden paddle with the holes, designed for air to
whisk through as the paddle hit a bottom.
“P-please Dinah…we’ve been living together for years, and
you are so hot in that top.” Dinah screamed again “PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS, AND
HAND ME THE SPENCER PADDLE, ASSHOLE!” Ollie, near tears, handed her the Spencer
paddle, and unbuckled his trousers, pulling them and his Brooks Brothers
underwear down.
Ollie still had some threads from his days as a millionaire, though now he didn’t have a great deal of money
any more…Ollie bit his lip and bent over Dinah’s lap. “You make me ill, Oliver
Queen.”
The stunning brunette coughed, making her pink boobs bounce,
and began whacking Oliver’s bare bottom. “You WHACK think you can WHACK
objectify me WHACK WHACK just WHACK because I like to
dress comfortably in WHACK WHACK a tube WHACK top?”
Dinah grimaced as she slammed the Spencer paddle again and
again against Ollie’s reddening cheeks. She was quite a pretty woman, Dinah
Lance, but she had a frown that had quelled many a thug, and she knew how to
make her boyfriend quail at her rages.
Dinah breathed in and swatted Ollie soundly as she continued to
lecture him. “Can’t you learn to be a good boy…and just kiss a girl?” Suddenly
Dinah threw down the paddle and grasped Oliver’s ear and pulled him off her
lap, and looked somewhat petulant. “Why can’t we just kiss like nice people?”
Ollie bit his lip, and the tears fell as he kneeled in front
of her. Dinah hid her smile
with a lovely, manicured hand as she watched the muscular,
bearded archer kneel before her with his pants down…looking rather ridiculous.
Suddenly, Dinah reached out and touched Ollie’s chin through
his beard. “Why can’t you kiss Mommy like a good boy?” she crooned.
A moment later, Ollie sat gingerly next to Dinah, who began
rubbing his back with the one hand and smiling, and lightly moving tears out of
his eyes with the forefinger of the other “I love you, Ollie, and I know you
love me…let’s kiss some more, eh?”
Dinah pulled Oliver close and began kissing him expertly,
while rubbing her hand along his thigh, and slightly touching his hardening
penis.
Oliver kissed Dinah
back…and tried to remember that her breasts were off limits,though he could peer down into her 36DD cleavage as
he kissed her lovely lips.
Dinah groaned, and began surreptitiously grasping Oliver’s
penis, and as it hardened further, she began pulling the skin up and down
around the shaft. “You like my titties, huh, Ollie?”
Dinah breathed in Oliver’s ear as the sensous handjob continued.
“I miss the way you used to kiss them, baby… the nipples
would harden.” Ollie thought dispiritedly that it was a shame that Dinah had
gradually stopped letting Ollie touch her perfect breasts. They’d been living
above her flower shop, and at some point one night, Dinah had said that her
breasts were tender, and he couldn’t touch them…
And then a few weeks later, she’d told Ollie that her vagina
was also tender, and needed to be licked, rather than fucked. So each night,
after Oliver had worked his ass off in her greenhouse, moving plants and
preparing garlands for the florist sales, he’d make Dinah dinner,
watching her beautiful breasts shift as she enjoyed a martini…
And then after dinner, they’d get in bed, but she always
would push his face down between her legs…away from her breasts, and too low
for his cock to have any action…Ollie would lick Dinah over and over again to
many orgasms…and then when he came up to kiss her as a prelude to intercourse,
she’d laugh and whisper that she didn’t enjoy his cunt-scented breath, and then
turn over.
Dinah’s long fingers pulled and toyed with Ollie’s cock as
her cleavage was forced just under his chin…could he keep from touching her?
But he wanted to, so much. Dinah ran her finger up and down Ollie’s hard cock,
and she kept whispering in his ear.”You are so hot,
baby…the Green Arrow is the hottest of the superheroes…I love watching you
shoot---your bow.”
Ollie knew he would shoot his load if he wasn’t
careful…there had been times that Dinah had given him long, teasing masturbation…and
if he had an accident, often she would crop his penis with one of his arrows?
She could hit hard, Dinah could…and he’d been trained to hold off from orgasming until she gave him the O.K., which usually was
when he had to go jerk off in the bathtub…she’d become so cold, for some
reason.
More usually, Dinah would order Ollie to go into the
bathroom in the shop, or into a bathroom when he was out somewhere, and to jerk
off in the bathroom for about forty minutes to an hour without cumming. Faster and faster, slower and slower, especially
when he was delivering roses somewhere for her…he had to make a pit stop to
play with himself…but not cum.
Dinah always felt his cock when Ollie returned to the shop,
and smiled if he hadn’t spurted…and of course there was trouble if he did
spurt. He had to hold off, so she knew he was still interested in her…how could
she not know that he was interested? But he did as she asked..and was horny a good bit of the time.
Now, Dinah rubbed her big boobs against Oliver’s chest, and
he thought he saw a hint of nipple under the tube top. It had been so long
since he’d even been allowed to see the Canary naked, he thought. Soon, Oliver
had noticed that Dinah had been spending a lot of time out on “dinners with
potential clients” which in a way was true, as the guys seemed to order her a
lot of bouquets from her shop.
Sometimes Ollie would see Dinah come in the door in her
Black Canary costume, with the blonde wig and the low cut blue suit, and he
would pant and gasp…one night, Dinah had kicked him lightly in the balls. Ollie
had fallen over, staring up at her haughty breasts, and Dinah had ground
Ollie’s penis into the floor with her Canary boots until he’d squirted savagely
across the floor. Then, emitting the Canary siren, Dinah had forced Ollie to
sop up all the semen with his tongue and his beard, so the floor would be
clean.
When Ollie seemed pained that Dinah spent so much time away,
she became acerbic with him. “Don’t you think I need a break now and then?”
Less and less did they shower together, and Dinah was always clothed…though she
often required Oliver to be naked. “I like to know when you’re erect…you are so
suspicious, Oliver.”
More and more, Dinah wore see-through shifts, black bikini
tops and little halters…she’d hug and kiss Oliver, but she wasn’t much
interested, it seemed, in further intimacy, though of course she allowed him to
clean her out…it seemed a little wetter down there, slimier, after her late
nights.
Now, it seemed that Dinah might be softening in her desire
to allow Ollie
to touch her full breasts…she was rubbing against his hands. “You know you want
to touch them, honey…”Dinah murmured as she rubbed her nipples against Ollie’s
chest. “And you’re such a good kisser.” Suddenly Ollie took the plunge, and
grasped Dinah’s chest again.
Oh, those wonderful, soft breasts…he tried to kiss further,
but all of a sudden, she’d slapped him off her lap again!
This time, Dinah was absolutely enraged...she hopped up, her breasts swaying in the little top and slapped Ollie
forcefully across both cheeks. "How dare you touch my breasts like that,
you animal!"
Dinah gave Ollie a karate kick, throwing him down on the
floor, and then whacked his cock with the Spencer paddle. Oooh!
Ollie tried not to cry. WHACK! Right across the stomach came
the cruel paddle again. "You'll learn not to be a pervert soon, I
bet...I'll give you the whipping of your life, you filthy pervert!"
screamed Dinah...but suddenly there was a ring from her purse, and Dinah threw
down the paddle. "Yes? Oracle?" Dinah
crooked her head. "Of course I'm coming...let me just tie Ollie up so he
doesn't touch his disgusting wee-wee and I'll be there!"
Ollie's heart, as always, sank.
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