Just Like in a Fairy Tale

The party was in full swing. There were people dancing in the ballroom, mingling between themselves throughout the halls, and committing debauchery in the upstairs bedrooms. This year university Halloween party had an animal theme, so the all guests were dressed in the costumes more or less looking as different animals. Of course, the most popular were exotic predators, but some of the students had chosen types more usual to Northern Hemisphere.

A not very tall curvy blonde in a very revealing wolf-costume walked around the hall. It was Belinda - a German exchange student. She looked around and took a glass of grog from the table. She looked around again and grinned, seeing Melissa - a small slim brown-haired girl in a bunny costume, which looked more like a playboy-girl costume. The German came near and whispered: "Are you a snack?" she giggled at her own joke.

"Very funny, Belinda!" Melissa replied "But would you like to tease someone else? I don't like your sense of humour!"

"Or, really?" Belinda grinned, "Maybe have you no sense of humour?"

"I'm not sure, that you have one!" Hélène - a beautiful French girl in a vixen-costume said, suddenly appearing from behind. The German turned to her.

"What did you say?" she asked a bit angrily.

"I said, that your own sense of humour is really bad," the French girl replied "So it'll be better if you won't repeat such jokes!"

Belinda grinned: “Oh yeah, and what will happen to me if I do?”

Hélène grinned: "Your plump butt will be as red, as this grog!"

For a few moments, Belinda looked rather confused and even frightened, then her face turned a bit red from the anger. "Watch your tongue, Foxy!" she stepped forward, getting closer to her opponent.

"What's the matter, Wolfy?" Hélène giggled.

"How dare you call me fat?" the German whispered angrily.

"Maybe because that's true?" the French looked at her innocently and stepped back.

Belinda groaned and spilled her grog right in her opponent's face, but right when she tried it, somebody in a bear costume appeared right between them. A moment later he stopped, wiping his face, and then turned to Belinda, who recognized Vladislav - a tall, really looking like a bear, muscular exchange student from Russia, who was famous for his very short temper.

“What the hell is going on?!” he shouted "Do you think it's funny?!"

"Emm..." Belinda mumbled.

"Oh, I'll show you an emm!" he said and pulled girl by her ear to the chair nearby. He sat down and pulled the German over his knee. Belinda squirmed and struggled, trying to break out. "What do you think you are doing?!" she shouted.

"Well, just give you your reward!" he said and lifted her grey mini-skirt and pulled her panties to her knees. Her bottom was on display to everyone at the party who was watching.

Belinda gasped in fear and shame and tried to break out but Vladislav held her firmly. He raised his arm. Hélène stood behind him, grinning.

Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by a cry as the Russian palm came down hard on the German bottom. Everyone cheered and laughed at the punishment. Vladislav smiled and told the crowd that it would appear Belinda had never gotten a proper punishment before. The crowd laughed even harder as he brought his palm down repeatedly on Belinda's bottom.

Belinda moaned and clenched her teeth, trying not to scream again, but after the few more spanks she started squirming over the Vladislav's knee and wagging her bottom, trying to save it from his stinging palm. She moaned and screamed in pain, cursed and sweared, but quickly started begging and bawling. She felt like her bottom was on fire. She howled in pain like a real she-wolf, when the Russian bear finally thought that she had enough and threw her from his knee.

The poor girl landed right on her tender bottom, and that made her jump up screaming in pain and started the brat war dance for a few minutes. Finally relieving from the pain a bit she looked around. Everyone were looking at her, laughing. She cried in shame and ran away, clutching her sore bottom.

The Robbery of the Century

Blitzkrieg, her supername was derived from potentially dangerous, purple gloves that shot streams of flame, or "lightning" as she liked to imagine from the fingertips, and because she believed her alias meant looming catastrophe on people victimized by her criminal activity, was a lovely, 24-year-old German maiden, with very fair skin, blue eyes a blond hair. Her appearance out, or even in, costume was not particularly "ominous," as she hoped her name would inspire. Rather than a criminal, "Blitzkrieg" looked like a pretty, strong, healthy beerwench, and really she was not taken very seriously by upholders of law and order, nor even members of the criminal community. She had the inexperience - and lack of education - of a farmgirl when it came to criminal activity, notwithstanding that she was an irremedial, very bad girl who, inspite of her poor - very poor - success rate in underworld activity, never gave up trying on a successful heist.

Blitzkrieg's costume did not at all enhance her reputation among the "good guys" nor yet among the criminal underworl, led by such deadly criminals as Joker, Batman's persitent nemesis, and Lex Luthor, who dared to challenge the invincible Superman. Typically, besides her dangerous, purple gloves, the girl wore long purple socks, and purple, high-heeled shoes. So far so good. But in spite of her wholesome, beerwench facade, Blitzkrieg wanted to appear as sexy as she could as she could during her criminal activities, so she wore a short-short skirt, actually a one-piece number that only barely covered her breasts; but since she wanted to appear as alluring as possible, if only to herself, the defect in her clothing, did not particularly embarrass her. But this phenomenon embarrassed bot the criminal community and the law-enforcement enforcers, including the superheroes and superheroines. But there was one more, very indecent part of her dress that not only embarrassed everyone involved with her was that her short-short skirt did not usually reveal only her panties. On a good many occasions she wore a "thong" instead of panties, leaving her bottom completely uncovered, ther for all to see; this article of clothing contributed to making her a laughingstock among the bad guys and the good guys. But Blitzkrieg believed her over-all appearance made her sexy, and she ignored criticism from her colleagues, even laughter. The important thing to Blitzkrieg was that her dress made her appear sexy, if only to herself. But she was sure other people agreed with her, if not her fellow criminals or the heroes, then at least anyone who saw her committing a crime would think she was a sexy, naughty girl!

But more embarrassing than this, two things that made her the least, seriously taken criminal in either the underworld or in the worl of heroes. Blitzkrieg had not once carried out successfully any heist or other criminal activity; she would not listen to advice from more experienced, and successful, criminals than herself, believing, everytime, that her plans were "invincible." She refused a plan to "apprentice" her to an experienced, fortunate law-breaker, thinking her mentor could teach her nothing she didn't already know and unswervingly put into practice. Without fail she either blamed her failures on "sorcery," somehow practiced by the heroes or someone closely allied to them, poor choice of target caused by the "stupidity" of the very few adherents she had in the criminal world who often acted as her advisers - though in fact these people all had more experience than her and almost always advised her against a target she had locked onto, very jack-assedly judging by the results,and she likewise blamed the failures of her attempted heists on just plain bad luck. Never did she blame herself. In fact Blitzkrieg had a very exaggerated opinion of her own intelligence; in fact the girl was herself on the rather stupid side; if not she was silly in excess, and completely incompetent. The "magic" gloves with the "lightning fingertips" were practically useless under her control. She had never been trained - by her own choice - in their most effective use by either the all-female terrorist group she bought them from, and she ddeclined help from both male and female supervillains and supervillainesses who alone possessed the potental power these gloves could provide Blitzkrieg. "I can handle them myself very well!" Blitzkrieg would say to them.

Well, Blitzkrieg found an opportune moment, and opportune place, to carry out a fat heist, making her rich and taken seriously by her criminal companions. Far away from her headquarters of Gotham-city, Blitzkrieg found a rather successful jewelry store on her computer. It was closed on Sunday, and most remarkably, she found that its alarm system was old-fashioned and could easily put out by her "magic gloves," and there was no indoor laser system to protect the store or its jewels. On top of that the store owners felt they had no use for a security guard, inasmuch no one had ever attempted to break into the store. She found all this out on the so-called criminal's computer, immune from search by law-enforcement agents by a microchip that scrambled the computer from outside surveillance and reported all information the underworld would find useful for criminal activities. Blitzkrieg had found what she considered a fail-safe hit. She told her usual accomplices that she was driving alone in her unmarked - licensed car. In three days she arrived, and checked into a swanky motel near her target

Blitzkrieg, had planned her "attack" on the jewelry store practically as she learned about it's success but vulnerability in Gotam-city, and solidified it on her trip. So she spent all day and half the night in her comfortable motel-room bed, and finally, at One O'clock in the morning, decided it was time to put her "flawless" plan of the jewelry store robbery into efect.

She decided to walk to her destination, she was so confident in her success, and the store was only a block away. Her attire was, as usual, as "sexy" as she could make it. Her skirt was very, very short, and instead of panties she only wore a thong, which revealed her fair, white bottom to anyone who was there to see. She wore hard-heeled shoes, long, purple socks, and, of course, her "magic gloves." Her garment cvered her belly, but was rather unsteady at the breasts, sometimes even slipping and baring at least one of them, when she walked fast, as tonight - which Blitzkrieg liked, thinking the "look" made her more sexy, more luxurious, more desirable.

It only took her ten minutes to arrive at the store; she believed it was first necessary to disarm the alarm, but she could not find it as she looked through the window. So she decided to use her "lightning fingertip" to disable the entire electrical system of the store. She looked up to find the pole that supported the electric line-conduit that powered the store; very soon she discovered a line from a pole connected to a power box outside the store, aimed both extended hands at the line, and successfully severed it. It did not occur to her that this plan could have caused a dangerous and damaging fire as well as live lines that could cause serious problems later, but fortunately neither of these happened; she had killed the line, which hung lifeless from the pole and the store's power box. She went back to the front of the store and saw the nightlights of the store extinguished, though she could still find her way easily around the store from the streetligts. It had not occurred to this "seasoned criminal" to bring a flashlight.

As a safety precaution of the store's power system, the front doors were automatically unlocked; Blitzkrieg noticed that one of the doors, defectively, stood slightly ajar. So this very naughty, indeed wicked, girl simply opened the door and entered. Blitzkrieg had the foresight to bring with her a large leather handbag in which she intended to carry her loot. She took only glance at the beautiful jewelry, all encased in locked, nearly unbreakable glass, so she decided to go into the back of the store where the main office was. Blitzkrieg could still see clearly enough, even when she entered the office, to find a safe - vault actually, which as it happened contained many thousands of dollars that the owner of the store left in the vault, for purposes of change for the customers or other, various necessaries for the store,, and was only emptied once a week, on Friday. To Blitzkrieg's seeming good fortune, the store owner and all his employees were much too busy to make it to the bank that Friday - it was now the wee hours of Monday morning - so he thought the money would be safe in his vault until Monday. As a result the vault contained more than one-hundred-thousand dollars. Blitzkrieg approached the vault, shaking but rather awkward than spry, with excitement. She tried the vault, to see if the downed electric system had unlocked the vault, but to her disappointment - it would have come as no surprise to any other villain - the safe was still locked. So she backed a good distance away and aimed her extended, wobbling hands toward the lock of the vault and opened fire. Within seconds the lock was broken and the vault door creaked open a little. Blitkrieg smiled at her success.

The villainess smiled broadly when she opened the safe widely and saw the stacks and stacks of monet. Blitzkrieg wasted no time. She bent over and opened her handbag wide, and began - but only that - to take a stack of money out of the vault. But unknown to the young criminal, a seemingly-ghostly figure appeared behind her on the left side, and then solidified into the superheroine Misfit - whom Blitzkrieg had never heard of. The superheroine was only a teenage girl, but she was far stronger than all her opponents. She could appear in one place, disappear, and then instantly appear at another. She had super speed and super stealth. When she entered the main office of the jewelry store, seeing Blitzkrieg bending over to collect "her" money, the wicked girl had no idea that she was there.

"Ja! Mein! Mine! Mine!"

"What a view!"

Blitzkrieg's bare bottom, emphasized by he short-short skirt and bent-over position, could not help but prove an obvious target to begin Misfit's upcoming struggle. The teenage girl-hero raised her right arm high, and slapped hard Blitzkrieg's inadvisedly readily-available bottom. She held a stack of bills in her hand and clutched onto them. Misfit had slapped the right cheek of Blitzkrieg's rear, and the girl, still bent over with her head in the safe, opened her eyes wide in shock and panic, involutarily raising her head. She withdrew and, expecting to find her adversary on her right side, she turned in that direction and let fly a flash of lightning from her glove. No one was there! So the girl turned to her left and instantly fired at what looked like a phantom, but Misfit was quickly disappearing, uninjured by Blitzkrieg's attempted strike. Misfit was gone, and Blitzkrieg was totally confused; she looked to the right and the left, but there was no one present! But in a second young Misfit reappeared, again on Blitzkrieg's left side, while the bad girl, seemingly, scratched her head in confusion, looking to her left. Misfit, rather mischievously, tapped Blitzkrieg softly on her left side.

"Well, while you just asking for it, take this!"

"AU!!! What the hell?!"

Blitzkrieg looked quickly and as mencingly as she could, her ligtning fingers extended, ready to fire on anything she saw; but she didn't see anyone! The girl Misfit had simply disappeared and reappeared on Blitzkrieg's right side. Once again the villainess fell into confusion. "Oh!" She said aloud, "Am I fighting a GHOST? Is it an angel of vengeance come to punish me for my crimes?" Blitzkrieg was serious when she said this in her North German dialect. Well, whoever or whatever it was that was frustrating Blitzkrieg's enterprise, her best move was to leave the jewelry store as quickly as she could. She didn't give a thought to the thousans and thousands of dollars that had been in her grasp, or the money she had in her hand and was constrained to drop when Misfit had slapped her on her "sexy" bare bottom and threw her into confusion by disappearing before Blitzkrieg could fire her magic finger tips then appearing on her other side.

Blitzkrieg assumed that the ghost or phantom - or magic superhero or superheroine - only spoke English so she said in the language, shortly before her projected departure, "I Adjure you, gheist or Mann or Weib! I COMMAND you to identify yourself! Ich vill first tell du wer ich bin - ich bin heist Blitzkrieg, einne great wizard wer takes vat sie wants! Nun, du identify yourself! I ADJURE du!"

Misfit appeared in back of Blitzkrieg, and patted her bare bottom. "Well, gangster - you're HARDLY a wizard! If you must know my name is Misfit! Iam an associate of Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman! THEY don't have time to waste with the likes of you! And Wonder Woman even told me to ignore you're break-in, that you were just too DENSE to carry out a successful heist! You've NEVER succeeded, "Blitzkrieg" and you never will! You may or may not have succeeded in you attempted heist tonight, but I am here to see to it that you definitely fail and that you do not get away from this place without being sternly punished!"

Blitzkrieg assumed the girl-hero was of supra-human strength, but she did not know if she was invulnerable at least to pain, so the young criminal aimed and fired her ligtning tips at Misfit, but even before the flames got close to her this strange, phantom-like girl disappeared -and then reappeared mysteriously in another part of the room, but still close enough to apprehend Blitzkrieg whenever she wanted.

"Die! What the hell?! Is it a ghost?!"

Blitzkrieg, seeing her cause was hopelessly lost, decided to run as fast as she could to a window, open it, and get away , as fast as she could from the scene of her disaster, yet another failure. Meanwhile the girl Misfit allowed the older girl time to open the window and begin to climb out of it. But Misfit, who on top of her other powers, was gifted with super speed, rushed like a tornado to the would-be escapee and shut the window on her, her magic fingers outside and useeless to her, the window shut tight by the superstrength of Misfit. Blitzkrieg's skirt did absolutely bothing to protect the girl-criminal's bare bottom, which stuck out humiliatingly , seemingly at the service of Misfit.

Fortunately for the red-haired, teenage heroine, within reach of her was a golden chain, unbreakable, Misfit could see, because of the steel-reinforcemets between each of the gold ringlets. Misfit decided this would be an excellent instrument of punishment for naughty Blitzkrieg's all-so-available bare bottom, and she began laying lash after lash on villainess's criminal butt.

"I know you've never succeeded in any crime you've ever committed, Blitzkrieg," said Misfit, loudly over Blitzkrieg's cries of pain from each LASH of the golden chain.

"AUTSCH!" yelled Blitzkrieg, since almost every word Misfit said was punctuated by a hard, all-encompassing THRASH, "Bitte Sie, Fräulein!" cried Blitzkrieg, now very respectfully--not withstanding that Misfit was 6 years younger than her, "Bitte Sie! Ich habbe had enough! Sie must stop! Ich habbe had es! Ich habbe learned my lesson! NIE! NIE again vill ich zo much as attempt, or think, about a robery again! AUTSCH! AUTSCH! Bitte Sie, ma'am! Mein ass ist on fire!"

However, Blitzkrieg's yells and pleadings fell on deaf ears. "Your in for a long, long licking, Blitzkrieg! The longest - and hardest! You've gotten so far! Still, 'Blitzkrieg,' you should count yourself as lucky! Lucky that you didn't fall into the hands of Superman or Wonder Woman! Your 'magic fingers' would have been nothing to them! They would carried you humiliatingly to the sky, and whipped your ass with their bare hands! Ignominiously they would have carried you by the waist and spanked you -oh! ever-so-hard! And then, who knows? They may have carried you to the prison of the Justice League, where you would have been for a long time to make sure you lean your lesson!"

Blitzkrieg was in great pain - and now desperate. "Please, ma'am! DO'NT carry me to jail!" But Misfit was silent at this. She decided the a part of Blitzkrieg's punishment should be to remain in fear that she would be further punished with jail. "I think you should stick to the problem you have now, Blitzkrieg! It seems to me that what you're getting now is worse than anything you can get in jail!

"Ja! Ja!" Responded Blitzkrieg, "You speak truly! But, Bitte, ma'am! Ich don't deserfe such treatment! Mein ass ist soooooo tender! Es ist one von mien best features! Oh, bitte Sie, Freulein! Ich ruff Sie! Don't damage es!"

Misfit's response was to LASH the naughty bare bottom of Blitzkrieg all the harder.

WHISH!. . . . SWHISH!. . . . SWHOOSH!. . . . WHOOSH!. . . . LASH!. . . . WHHHIIIPPP!. . . . CRRRRRRACK!. . . . THRRRRRRRASH!. . . . SWHISH!. . . . THWHAAAAAAACK!. . . . 

"AUTSCH!" the desperate girl yelled; "OOOOOOOHHHHH!. . . . HOWWWWWWELLLLL!" Blitzkrieg felt that Misfit had been right; the whipping she was getting was much, much harder than any she had yet received, from anyone, from either the Justice League or the loose criminal cartel to which she was coonnected. 

"I need to... Ugh!"

"Well, well, well, now it's time to a very serious talk!"

"AUA!!! That stings! AUTSCH!!!"

"Crime doesn't pay! And all bad girls end up with a very sore butts!"

Her thrashing had been going on for twenty minutes now, and each LASH the young criminal got from the younger crimefighter hurt worse than the last one. Blitzkrieg's bottom was nearly crimson, and seemed to emit fire and smoke. Blitzkrieg was desperate all through her punishment, but now ever more so. The positioning of her legs made it possible for her to kick her feet up and down, violently, perhaps hoping to strike Misfit and cause her to lose her balance, enabling Blitzkrieg, as she thought, to make good her escape. This never happened, but Blitzkrieg continued kicking, think this action might somehoe ease her pain, and it would certainly serve as a sign to Misfit that she was unhappy with her situation. All of Blitzkrieg's kicks were accompanied by cries of pain, humiliation, and frustration. She really did consider herself a wizard with her "lightning fingertips"; but she was now a toothless tiger with her hands clinching into fists outside beating the sill. With her kicking, screaming and flailing Blitzkrieg was throwing a temper tantrum, and Misfit could see this. "You've lost, Blitzkrieg! You should take your whipping as a brave soldier, not like a five-year-old girl!" Blitzkrieg began cursing her young disciplinarian.

Blitzkrieg got one final idea to escape from her punishment. She stationed her feet firmly on the ground. Misfit was still thrashing her painfully; after half an hour Misfit had not lost any of her strength. But Blitzkrieg tried, with great difficult, but finally successfully, to practically bend her hands and writs bakwards so she could use her "lightning fingers" to destroy the window that held her captive. Then, she felt certain, she could make good her escape from Misfit and her EVER-so-painful strength combined with her gold chain.

Blitzkrieg had just about gotten her fingertips where she wanted them, Misfit, busy whipping the young criminal, stil not noticing her truant's maneuver, or seeming not to notice it - Blitzkrieg took one matter, rather suddenly and shockingly, that if she used her "magic fingers" to destroy the window, would she not be destroying herself as well? Her fingertips could only go in one direction - the open window that held her! At the very least, Blitzkrieg knew - at the last possible minute - her back could be seriously burned, and in spite of the fire that could flow out of her fingertips Blitzkrieg was more afraid of fire, or burning, more than anything else. Blitzkrieg's plan, silly, foolish, incomplete as it was, fell to the ground in smoking ash. But the young villainess, not TOTALLY preoccupied, though almost, by the sound thrashing she was getting from Misfit, decided on one more plan of escape. Her feet were stil as firmly as she could get them planted on the foor: so Blitzkrieg decided to use her feet and legs to cast herself out of the window with all of her strength, and the young criminal was fairly strong (though never too strong to escape from a whipping). So almost as soon as she thought out her plan, this one safe, Blitzkrieg attempted to put it into operation.

First of all the youthful bad girl gripped the window as tightly as she could, ready to use ase all the strength she had in her arms to help pull herself along; then he planted her feet in a running - or rather jumping - position. However, this had the unfortunate, humiliating requirement of Blitzkrieg sticking out her butt further thanit already was. Nevertheless she tried to persevere: but leaping through the window was made impossible by the very movement of her butt: she had also to use her back and part of her legs to "bust" through the window, but the window clapped all the more on Blitzkrieg's shoulder blades and lower neck, and Misfit finally heard and saw what the object of her ire was trying to do; strong as she was she held the partially-open window more closely on Blitzkrieg, and the young woman's ass was now sticking out more ignominiously than before. In these two unsuccessful attempts at escape Blitzkrieg had shown her utter foolishness and failure to take into account all defects in a projected plan, something that both seasoned villains, as Blitzkrieg should have been by now, and even heroes did as a matter of course. Faced with these failures, and the humiliating, even more painful, position of her buttocks after the "thrashing" of her second plan, Blitzkrieg began cursing her disciplinarian, in both German and English, and began struggling, no part of an organized plan. She tried to position her feet under the wall, beneath the window to force her body out of her imprisonment in the shut widow; but the pain the criminal felt in the back of her legs in her desperate attempt which could make them temporarily useles in running, and the realization of the fact that she would have to very painfully wrench her shoulders , neck - and head to escape Misfit's iron grip on the top window sill  -well, having thought of these matters almost too late - the result being the serious injury of Blitzkrieg, the girl tried to move and kick her way to her feet's former position without success, and the result was that Blitzkrieg's butt stuck out all the more to receive Misfit's hard lashes.

"I know you've been trying to escape, Blitzkrieg," Misfit said, "But as your rear end can feel, your FOOLISH, incopetent, thoughtless failures have all worked against you! No wonder the heroes don't take much notice when you're attempting a heist! They all come and easily overcome and punish you themselves, or they don't even respond at all, relying - always correctly - on your own silly plans to fail, resulting in you running away from the scene of your attempted crime! But tonight was a little different. Tonight, even though the other heroes of the Justice League wanted to ignore your projected crime - tonight I thought you had a real chance of success - don't ask me how I knew it. And there you were, at the stores vault, just about to "transfer funds" from the vault to your handbag. And I daresay you would have succeeded - had I not shown up! And you thought I was a ghost, the Spirit of Vengeance! That shows your silly CHILDISHNESS! Your belief in ghosts! You're supposed to be a grown woman! You're older than I am! You should have known better! You did not plan a workable plan of escape - and there was one, even from me! It was not too late to act on this - painfully absence - of this escape plan when I gave you my first slap on your STUPIDLY bare bottom! I'M not going to tell you what it was - I'll leave you to figure it out! - And here am I, giving advice to a villainess! But maybe because I know it will go through one ear and out the other!"

Blitzkrieg was now crying bitterly - the failure of her heist, coming so close that she could even grab some of the money, her capture, imprisonment and subssequent hiding by Misfit, and the GREAT pain that accopanied it, her failed attempts at escape, making her bottom even more avaiable to Misfit's lashes, and Misfit's final lambasting of her to accompany the chatisement she was giving Blitzkrieg, as well as Misfit's subtly sarcastic "advice" - all these failures led to the bitter, salt tears flowing from the girl-gangster's eyes. But during her whole punisment Blitzkrieg refused to acknowledge her own guilt in trying to commit a crime to heself, even though she had told Misfit that she had "Learned her lesson", that she would not so much as contemplate a crime in the future - Blitzkrieg was by no means actually penetent. Nor yet did the girl-thief recognize her own faults in the commission of the crime or even an escape plan. She said nothing about the second failure, and nothing further about her "Sorrow" at having tried to commit the crime. Blitzkrieg was speecless; she could only cry, hiccup and sob. And STILL her whipping continued!

Finally, after 45 full minutes of giiving Blitzkrieg, as she had promised, the licking of her life, Misfit decided she had somewhere else to be. Why waste anymore time on this "failure," as Misfit thought to herself. So she suddenly brought Blitzkrieg's punishment to an end. She put the undamaged gold chain where she had found it, released Blitzkrieg from the window, raising it to allow the girl's exit from her captivity, and even helped Blitzkrieg up, feeling that she had cramps or cricks on her back, neck and arms, as well as her legs; but Blitzkrieg stood up straight, though slowly, none the worse for wear--except, of course, her bottom.

After this Misfit told Blitzkrieg, "If I ever catch you trying to commit a crime again I will carry you to Superman or Wonder Woman, and I'll let them deal with you! I assure you, you've NEVER been spanked until either one of them carries you to the sky, where escape is impossible, and REALLY thrash you! Do you understand, Blitzkrieg?"

"Ja, meine Lady!" Blitzkrieg said, humbly curtsying before her disciplinarian, "I comprehend totally! Sie vill zee mir nicht more!"

"Very well, my girl," Misfit said sternly, "Now off with you! Go!"

"Ja vohl, mein Fräulein!" Blitzkrieg answered, and she ran, as fast as her heels would allow, out the front door and down the street. No one was out, but soon she eyed a police patrolman, who saw her running and suspected some sort of mischief, and considered trying to stop the girl, who was in tears. But since no one appeared to be pursuing her, he let her go. But, when he looked at her back as she was running, he saw the indecently short skirt that revealed a very red, sore bottom, and he knew it was Blitzkrieg. He said "Stop!" loudly enough for her to hear, but she ignored him, and he was rather indifferent. He put his whistle to his lips to help enforce her apprehension, but considering her crying state and her oh-so-red bottom, he decided the girl had already been caught and punished by a hero, so he let her go altogether, and resumed his relatively uneventful patrol.

"AU!!! AU!!! Mein Popo! AU!!! Oh, shit! AU!!!"

And so Blitzkrieg continued her run uabated, to the short distance of her motel. Klippity! Klop! went her shoes as she ran; in spite of their incompatability with running Blitzkrieg refused to take them off, too frightened to stop and take the time to do so.

Soon she was in the parking lot of her motel; but Blitzkrieg only went into he room to collect the few things she had taken with her. She did this hurriedly and left, not even taking the time to shut the door behind her. She got in her car as fast as she could - trying her best to ignore the stinging pain on her rear end as she sat in the car, and not thinking to bring out a pillow from her bed to sit on in the car and ease her pain, Blitzkrieg drove away to a place known only to herself.

A Sinister Plan

Red Skull turned his attention to Area 51, a top-secret government outlet where the chief power to launch and create nuclear weapons of mass dstruction - just in case - most villains dismissed the place as nothing but a fairy tale land, but Red Skull had discovered through his network of spies - the most informed "bad guys" in the world, that Red Skull, indeed, needed to cast his eyes on Area 51. These agents pin-pointed its exact location; they also informed him that there was a super computer that, if manipulated correctly, would effectively destroy the United States government and ruin the lives of practically everyone in the country: the repossession of homes, the freezing of bank accounts, the closing of businesses big and small, other important aspects of everday life in America, leading to unrest, rioting, revolutions: Red Skull would have everything, and he would roughly blackmail American citizens into making him their Leader; and eventually he would rule the nations, returning homes to those who acknowledged him and doling out incomes to his forced followers - these things taken away from them if for any reason people rebelled against him Soon he would be the ruler of a nation of once free men to that of slaves.

As it happened Red Skull's agents had been off the mark. In fact Area 51 was used by the US government for the housing of a giant computer, it is true. But The US government would not necessarily fail if Red Skull were to take it over; bank accounts would not freeze, people's houses - and cars - would not be repossessed, businesses of all kinds would not fail, the stock market would not crash irreparably, he would not bankrupt the nation by taking over the Federal Reserve and the mint--but the great and vital Area 51 computer, guarded by an army wich Red skull had already devised an as it happened fail-safe plan to divert, leaving the computer unguarded except by just a few men - whom Red Skull would again divert long enough for - someone, but whom? - to, now, infect with a virus that Red Skull would control. In effect Red Skull could launch nuclear missiles and command nuclear - powered satelites in the direction of key targets: Washington DC, New York, Los Angeles; he would have control of much of the nuclear armament of the US, and, at his discretion, black mail the United States into accepting his leadership, using a significant city in the US as a target to demonstrate his power, or, if he preferred, generate a world war, or bring about a world-government under his dictatorship, again demonstrating his power by manipulating nuclear weapons under his command, but not to simply one world capital--Paris or London, for example, but SEVERAL strategivally signifificant target-cities within the North American Treaty Organization - but he would only advance his demand for at least Free World leadership AFTER he had initiated World War III. And whom would Red Skull blame for these crippling, maybe killing, advances against NATO's major, strategically-located cities, anumber of which were located in the Fatherland: but self-aggrandizing, power-hungry, insane Red Skull did not care at all, he would blame those bogeymen of the West, Arab Terrorists!

"Yes!" Thought Red Skull to himself. "That is the best plan! I will in effect disarm "The land of the free and the home of the brave"! It is more complicated than my first idea, but while the world is fighting I will 'step in' and, as the Leader of the Free World I will begin the DESTRUCTION of not the Arab states, but by secret agreement but by secret agreement of support by them, - so that they will accept my Leadership of them, i will supply them with nuclear and satelite arms on the sly, and they will DESTROY THE ANCIENT ENEMY OF THE ARYAN RACE! I will merely force these states under my control, so that I will no longer be ruler of the West only but also the Arab states! - I will FORCE them under my control! - because of a mechanism that only I control, I will make the nuclear and satelite weapons to dessimate Israel that I gave them useless! totally disarmed! And - as far as Russia and China, well, they hate each other and I will, through false diplomatic messages, cause them to declare war on each other, and I will watch them totally DESTROY each other! And I will finish the work - what work is left--i will destroy them with nuclear might, and I will rule what's left! But the West! Ah! All will be mine!"

And so Red Skull devised his insane plan, in another underground headquarters, with its anti-radar and other brilliantly created and executed anti-detection operations that altogether hid it from any kind ofknowledge-of-existence of the United Syates Army and assorted NATO forces. 

Yet, in spite of Red Skull's apparently-brilliant plan, World War II would not come about. Yes, he would attack or threaten to attack U.S. cities, but he himself would not claim responsibility. His intention was to send the most intelligent, most "diplomatic" of his henchmen to say it was Arab Terrorists who were to blame for these mindless attacks, and this same man, diplomatically credited by the US, which now would be on its knees - as he thought--and finally willing to negotiate with terrorists, and this man make a secret agreement with the most radical of Arab states, such as Afghanistan and Iran, would bring about, with - as he calculated - U.S. help, he would utterly destroy the State of Israel. THIS seemed to be the most important part of Red Skull's plan. But Red Skull left out ONE detail; there was one flaw to his intentions that revealed him as a complete madman: HOW would he in fact take control of the united States government? There was no black mail in his plans to force the government to give in to Red Skull's plans. I natead Red Skull had developed a complicated construct of destruction of key Free World cities, blame Arab Terrorist, send a totally unknown (though supposedly brilliant) diplomat, seemingly dropping down from the skies, who would would arbitrate a most-unlikely "pact" between the most dangerous states of the Arab world and the United States to destroy irredeemably the Jewish State that the United Statess itself had played such a vital role in creating and then helping to protect. So, Red Skull's insane anti-Semitic thirst for blood would be quenched, but the key parts of his plan to become Master of the West had either not yet been developed or were non-existence, Red Skull just assuming he would waltz into--wherever the "New White House" would be and take over - but THAT was the plan of a child--or a madman.

But if Red Skull did cause the launch computers to develop a virus that only he could correct - with the adjunct that only he could control through a password known only to him - would make Red Skull the most poweful man in the world - a force to be reckoned with. And, because of his sinister but sure-to-be successful measures to rid Area 51 of its massive guard and, perhaps most important of all, Red Skull's access to the super-secret password known only to the President of the United States and SHIELD, an organization of superheroes among whom were Spider Man, though without superstrenth was yet the most formidable enemy of Red Skull, after Captain America whom he knew was, though not exactly a member of SHIELD had anintimate connection with it, and was himself somewhat under, if not authority then powerful inflence, of Nick Fury, Chief of SHIELD. Captain America had made his mysterious return from - a place that he did not even himself remember, though some of those who "were in the know" about such thing conjectured that Cap, who was the ablest US soldier in the Second World War, was taken in by an "alien" tractor beam that transported him to an Earthlike planet the soldiers of which Cap was called on to train, in return for which he would not age at all from the time of his abduction until his return. Some found the idea of these "UFO fraks" to be laughable, but came up with other, seemingly implausible answers. Cap didn't know - but maybe the U.S. govern ment and Nick Fury did, but they weren't talking.

How did Red Skull obtain this closely, seemingly - impregnably - guarded password, if not fom the President then from SHIELD?

Red Skull obtained by hypnotism, a very advanced kind, once again developed by the Nazis, in the hopes that they could hypnotize political and military leaders of the Allies into negotiating a peace very favorable to Germany, but the Nazis were destroyed before they could perfect this hypnotic method. However, in Uruguay, under the supervision of Dr. Josef Mingele, the "Angel of Death" at Auscwitz, this kind of hypnotism was perfected, and under an incredibly-authentic disguise of several SHIELD agents, captured Nick Fury, the Head of Shield, and forced him to undergo this perfected, advanced form of hypnitism. The men obtained the passwords to both the computer launching nuclear weapons and satelite beams, and the computer that controlled all information of enemy activity to SHIELD, which was the first line of defense against the very activity that Red Skull was involved in. When Fury came to himself, after one hour of sleep, he had no memory of what had happened. But, the chief psychiatrist who had hypnotized Fury left him with the hypnotic command that he would feel well and that nothing was wrong; he had merely fallen asleep at his desk. So Fury suspected no evil.

Soon Red Skull had what he needed; then he put into operation his plan to virtually empty Area 51 headquarters, leaving only a skeletal crew, which Red Skull would put under a very powerful sedative gas, guaranteed to last for hours.

At last Red Skull was ready. He had a stealth helecopter that could hover over a target indefinitely. He called his daughter, Sin, whom he did not so much think of as a daughter as just another tech scientist, to his presence. He had her trained in all of the latest computer technology, and he knew she was the one to undermine the United States Government, and the world's peace.

"Sin!" he screamed through the intercom in her office, "Come to my office at once!"

The girl ran to her father's office as fast as she could. When she arrived the auburn haired, blue eyed, fair skinned "Aryan" arrived at her father's office as fast as she could, totally out of breath.

"Yes, Father!"

"Daughter!" said Red Skull, without a trace of the loving affection that usually accompanies that name, "I command you to board the helicopter that I have in the aiefield on the surface! You will be flown to Area 51 Headquarters! You will hover over the Headquarters and a ladder will be dropped for you. You will find all the Headquarters empty, so you may "waltz" into the main office and and go directly to the Tech Center and, using the appropriate passwords I have given you, you will first disable SHIELD and then alter the main computer so that it will only respond to MY password, and I will be able to control it from the helicopter--or ANY place the world! You have already been given your complete instructions from my 'second-in-command,' right?"

"Yes indeed, my Father!" Sin answered.

"Good! Everything is ready! Begone! Now!" said Red Skull who, expecting no reply, returned to what he was doing.

Soon Sin found the copter hovering directly over the field. She climbed down the lowered ladder and easily entered the building. She found it strange that the front doors were unguarded, but actually the guards had been "chloroformed" by two of Red Skull's agents and dragged inside. Amazingly, the building was deserted!

Sin followed the precise directions Red Skull's chief lacky had given her and explained, and soon she found herself in the techroom, where the major computers were. Sin was only comcerned with two of them, which were identified in accordance to size--it seemed simple, but it also seemed to the Americans to be the most sensible way of identifying them: also, no one would suspect that the major computers, those of SHIELD and of nuclear weapons, could be so clearly identified. But The Americans also knew that the tecnical minds of spies and criminals would NEVER suspect this; but Red Skull had known about it for a long time through his advanced network of spies. 

Sin was ordered by her father to completely reprogram the SHIELD computer so that, first, it would not detect any unauthorized activity at the Area 51 Headquarters, and second, give Red Skull complete control of the SHIELD system, so that Red Skull could disable ALL the computers that controlled the daily activities of SHIELD agents. Sin was alone in the office, as she thought. She saw that everything was working out precisely as her criminal fater had planned, and an evil smile appeared on her lips as she sat at the SHIELD computer She was, as she thought, all alone.

Sin thought she was alone - alone to destroy SHIELD, which her father hated. Red Skull was jealous of Nick Fury, and planned to kill him - in due time. Alongside Captain America, Red Skull hated Fury the most; and he knew this brilliant, top agent of SHIELD--and the United States government, had a hand in the return of his mortal enemy, Captain America, as youthful as he was in the Second World War.

Even though her father did not love her and treated her as nothing more than a lacky, sin was devoted to her father. He had given her perpetual youth; the syrum that prolonged life for so long was when Sin underwent the administration of it made to prolong youth indefinitely, so that Sin would remain 22 years old for some time, maybe 100 years! And she would remain in her 20's for more than a thousand years! The length of her life, the years she would live, would be incalculable! Again, it can't be said that Red Skull "loved" his daughter, yet he lauded his ever-present Nazi ideals of a "Master Race" that was destined to rule the world, and if Red Skull's plans for a coup de'tats of the U. S. Government - by stealth rather than force - his kind of "diplomacy' her father would have no choice but to acknowledge her indepensability to his new government, and once Red Skull had achieved his goal of world domination, the United States in his back pocket and Israel irreocably, forever destroyed, Sin was sure that Red Skull would give her provinces of his Imperial government to rule, eventuall, so she thought, in her own right. But most of all, perhaps, Sin admired her father BECAUSE he trusted her with the annihilation of American defenses, turning them under the control of Red Skull. As far as SHIELD was concerned, she was determined not only to disable it by blinding its eyes to Red Skulls insane and yet ever-so-dangerous - even achievable - take-over of THE computer for the launching of nuclear weapons in defense of the U. S., she had decided to counterfeit arrest warrents for her father's chief enemies, Fury, Captain America (a member of the Avengers, including the powerful Hulk and the lesser god of Asgard, Thor, the legendary Lord of Thunder, the leadership of which Cap shared with the fabulously wealthy and brilliant scientist Tony Stark) and, for good measure, Spider Man, second only to Fury in the leadership, an incredibly irritating thorn in the side to Red Skull. Sin was certain Spider-Man, the cleverest and most fortunate and compassionate superhero in the world, would never be captured by ordinary means, so decided to make him Public Enemy Number One in place of her father. She would put a bounty on him - 2 million dollars alive, 1 million dollars for his cold, dead body, and Sin felt certain that Red Skull's Neo-Nazis, who would replace the police, the FBI, the CIA, the Secret Service, Shield, the Avengers, and all other law efoecement and government protecting agencies, Red Skull's ablest assassins, would line up to kill or capture Spider-Man - though Sin knew her father would want him alive, if only to torture him, turn him into an obedient slave through his scientists' perfected hypnotic spell, torment him by turning him into a raging monster, or only have the pleasure at last of unmasking him himself and then murder him through torture. She was sure Red Skull would applaud these false arrests.

Sin was an accomplished computer "wiz" and, as she was imgining her future glory in the world, and, yes, because of the length of her life and youth, sure to eceed that of her father - who indeed "died" of a heart attack while battling Captain America - Sin knew she would ascend to godhead, with the power of life and death over the Earth's population, she was quickly gaining access to the computer that operated the activities of SHIELD, and her smile turned into evil laughter. 

But unseen by Sin, blending in by means of a suspected but never proven super ability to become a "chamilian," into the color and shape of the white walls that surrounded computer headquarters, was the mysterious, almost unknown superheroine Agent 13 - of SHIELS or the Avengers - even that much was not known about her: her name was known, Sharon Carter, and people knew she had blond hair, blue eyes, a tall and shapely figurem a beautiful face - the perfect - rumored girlfriend of Captain America. While Sin looked on with delight on her wicked work to not only cripple but effectively destroy SHIELD, its success just moments away, Sharon Carter - whom some knew only as Agent 13 or "Carter," who had been assigned to protect at all tmes AREA 51 against such things as sabbatage, which Sin busied herself with in regard to SHIELD - at the moment - this girl Carter had decided an on-the-spot punishment for the evil, Nazi sabbateur was called for. Agent 13 and Sin had one thing in common only: they were both near 22 years old. Other than that, they were complete opposites. To assist Sharon in her punishment of Sin the superheroine found and picked up a medium-length computer cord which doubled over would make a splendid whip.

"Wow! The security system is pretty weak! Just a minute more, and all the data will be mine!"

"What do we have here?"

"Whoops!"

When Sharon emerged Sin was grinning, laughing, at her near success. "What's so funny, Sin?" Sharon asked a shocked, horrified Sin, whose father had made the serious mistake of sending unarmed.

"Wer... Who are du" asked a startled Sin, "Was... how... was bist du hier?" demanded the girl, calling Sharon by the familiar du instead of the formal, polite Sie in addressing people she didn't know who were of age. 

Sharon said "I KNOW of your fathers scheme to "Nazify" the world! I also know that you are his daughter - but actually high-ranking thug in your father's technical crew, that you tried to kill Captain America, that you were one of those who helped to - somehow - save your father's mind from the Hell that was its due - and I also know that this very consciouness turned the donor's facial features into a red skull! - I know that you are guilty of many crimes that would send someone else to jail for the rest of their live, and YOU would be in jail for thousands of years! and I also know you are here to at least disable and make useless SHIELD, and afterward to gain control for your fath - no, MASTER! control of the nuclear launching and satelite activating computer system, giving him effective control over all he surveys! And you believe, you wicked, Nazi trash! you BELIEVE that you will rule one day when your master finally goes to Hell? Sin, Red Skull's gift to you of long, long life does not take into account such things as assassination, execution by you "dear old dad" for even contemplating his death - and believe me, my girl! He WILL find out, sooner or later; you could die in battle, you could die in a severe car accident, you could be hit by a bus! You're NOT Superman! You're not invulnerable, neither are you immune to pain: you feel it like any other girl!" Sharon decided that it would be pointless to send this girl, who might still be 22 years old when released - to prison. "NO!" Sharon thought to herself "This girl has to be punished, but she has to be punished IMMEDIATELY - in a manner she won't forget, in a manner that will keep her away forever from Area 51, maybe from all computers, for many, many years! And Sin will also know that there is someone watching out for HER explicitly! someone who would discipline her - very painfully - if her Nazi, criminal butt were involved in any other crimes!"

As Sharon emerged and "busted" Sin, she was thinking all this in an instant; but it only took an instant for Sin to rise from her chair in front of the computer and run for the door as quickly as she could - her laughter stopped, her smile faded. But Sharon was trained well-enough, and Sin's way out of the door was barred, in less than an instant.

Sin soon developed a smirk on her face. "Zo?" she said in her heavy German accent, "du wouldst zend me to prison? HA! Du will be older san me when I am zet frei! JAIL? Was ist das zu mir? Ven Ich am released - vell, everyone who zent me sere wouldst be tod, und ich STIIL 22!"

Sharon smiled. "I know, Sin. I know. But there are other ways of punishing bad girls than by sending them to jail - in fact I prefer these methods, one in particular." She had been hiding it behind her back and Sin had no idea of it presence. It was now that Sharon introduced her to the lose computer cord that would serve as Sharon's instrumentof punishment - on Sin's evil, criminal bottom! And Sharon would use all her  strength to discipline this very, VERY bad girl.

"Was-was ist das?' Sin said, her German grammar not always good because of her - difficult - learning of English, and Spanish grammar. "Was-was are du going zu use DAS-das fur?"

"Well, my "dear" girl," Sharon said sarcastically, "I'm going to do something to you that a naughty 10-year-old girl whose been caught in her naughtiness can expect from her mom! - I'm going to whip your bare criminal butt so that you'll NEVER try to sabbotage our computers again! Not if you live ten thousand years - or more."

Sin knew of Carter - she knew of her strength, her "miraculous" risings from the dead, her deep love for Captain America, her teacher, and the German girl, beautiful, auburn-haired, saw Sharon make her advance on her.

"Oh, doch" Sin said, "Du bist mein Mutter NICHT! - Leave me alone! Or take me to jail! But du canst nicht SPANK me like ein little Mädchen! Du canst nicht! Ich vill FIGHT du! Und ich will haben das SIEG!" Sin backed away from Sharon in great fear, in spite of her - uncertainly - expressed German based on an aristocratic Prussian accent; but she was only backing herself into a corner.

Sharon smiled pleasantly at her prey - even laughed, seemingly good-naturedly but actually sarcasticall - and said to her young truant, "Sinthea," she asked rhetorically "Who's laughing now?" The young superherine continued her advance on the neo-Nazi criminal.

Sharon continued her advancement on pretty, young, but evil Sin, very soon forcing her by her movements alone to the chair at which she had been working. Finally the two women came into personal contact. Sin began a struggle against Sharon.

Sharon grasped Sin by the right arm and twisted it hard enough that her young adversary was pretty much under her total control. Then Sharon bent Sin over the chair, releasing her right arm since she thought Sin's punishment would be more effective with both her arms streting over the chair. Sharon put her hand over Sin's back, using a good deal of her strength on this very naughty girl so she could, at least, not be able to reposition herself, possibly not getting the full effect of the punishment Sharon had in mind for Red Skull's daughter.

After Sharon had secured Sin on the back of the chair in a bending-over position, she reached for and yanked down as far as they would go Sin's black leather pants. "What?" Sharon asked in a rather mock-puritanical tone, "No panties?" But Sin was silent for now.

Red Skull's evil daughter was well positioned for her punishment; with Sharon holding Sin firmly bent over the back of her chair with her left hand, and holding the computer cord-whip in her right, Sin braced herself as best she could. But she was totally taken by unpleasant surprise at the first WHOP! Sharon gave her, and Sin involutarily yelled, "AUTSCH!" and she sneered as defiantly as she could, yelling obscenities at her youthful disciplinarian.

"You can curse me all you want, girl! But NOTHING is going to prevent me from giving you the bare butt beating of your life for what you were trying to do - undermine the government of the United States and give your father control of our nuclear and satelite weapons arms-launching system!" 

Sin thought to herself, "How DOES this girl know about my father's plans?" Actually Sharon was equipped by ranking personel with an intercom-perception system; not only could this apparatus "eavesdrop" on radio communications between men who were in contact with Sin, including Red Skull; it also could perceive ANY conversation taking place within a ten-mile radius. This technolgy was so new and advanced that even Red Skull didn't know about it - otherwise he would have devised means by which to intercept it. Sharon knew something was amiss when practically all the guards and soldiers had been called away because of projected military attack by some, unknown, military power; so she clicked on this futuristic mechanism and listened in, merely "changing the channel" until she found suspicious conversation. She intantly recognized Red Skull's and Sin's aristocratic accents and listened in; Sharon was fluent in German. Agent 13 knew who her adversary would be and where the superheroine should position herself.

But neither Sin's wonder about Sharon's precise positioning, nor the way in which Carter obtained her information did not one bit slow down or lessen the severity of the thashes Sharon delivered to Sin's wicked, bare bottom.

SWOOSH!. . . . WHIP!. . . . SWISH!. . . . THRASH!. . . . WHISH!. . . . WHAP!. . . . SWOOSH!. . . . CRACK!. . . . 

"AUTSCH!" Sin exclaimed after almost ever lash of the cord. This was a totally new experience for Sin. She had not ever been spanked before, even as a child; this was not because she was "daddy's princess," but because frankly no one cared enough about her to do it.

"Enjoying your thrashing, Sin?" Sharon asked, and laughed.

"Stop it! Stop it at once!" Sin imperiously of her captor "Du habst no right zu punish mir like zis! One day you vil HANG fur sein presumption!"

But Sharon did not respond verbally; instead she increased the speed and severity of the whipping--she had intended to do that anyway, but Sin's brutal words seemed to merit this physical response.

SWISH!. . . . WHOP!. . . . WHISH!. . . . WHAP!. . . . SWOOSH!. . . . BAM!. . . . SWISH!. . . . THRASH!

"What do you think about such a security system, Sin? Does it work?"

"AUA!!! Ugh! AUTSCH!!! This is... AUA!!! ...humiliating! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!!"

"Oh, I'll make your naughty ass as red as it should be!"

"OOOOOHHHHH!" Sin screamed, as loudly as she could. "AUTSCH!. . . . AUA!" Followed again by further admonitions from Sin to Sharon to cease the whipping: "Stop! Zis ist not ze vay eine Weib should be treated!"

Sharon continued her whipping of Sin at the same speed and severity, both very painful for the young - what other word Best described Sin? - terrorist; or, more precisely, Nazi terrorist.

"Well, Sin," said Sharon, "Your bottom is getting a red a as your father's face!" Sharon incresed the speed and severity of Sin's whipping; red welts began to appear on her bottom, and its general color was red.

"You may as well brace yourself, Sin, for a whipping that is SO sound, that the strongest of young men would sceam for mercy!" Sin yelled and cursed after each lash of the cord, and tears welled, brimmed in her eyes, and began to fall; but she was determined not to cry openly; she knew her father would want it that way. Sharon began to apply almmost strength to her right arm, which held the cord she was using to thrash Sin, that very, VERY naughty, bad girl!

SWISH!. . . . SMASH!. . . . WHISH!. . . . WHAP!. . . . SWISH!. . . . SWOOSH!. . . . WIP!. . . . SWOOSH!. . . . BAM!. . . . WHISH!. . . . CRRRRRRACK!. . . . SWOOSH!. . . . WHAM!. . . . 

Sin had to suck in her breath rapidly from the shock of pain from each THRASH! and she had the greatest of difficulty holding back tears; but this set of lashes elicited from her yells and screams, minus the curses; now she began to show respect to her disciplinarian:

Bitte, Sie, fräulein! Ich... ich PLEAD mit Sie! Nein more! Mein Popo is so very sore! Ich no not how many more lashes ich kanst bear!

Still Sharon wield the cord-whip like a professional, seemingly SMASHING! her contemporaries bottom.

"AUTSCH!" yelled Red Skull's daughter in pain, and now frustration, demonstrated by her clinched fists and teeth.

WHISH!. . . . SNAP!

"AHHHHHH!" screamed SIN; AUTSCH!. . . . AUTSCH!. . . . BITTE, SIE, MISTRESS! I beg of you! I am on fire!"

Sin began to show some movement in her booted feet, legs, and bottom; Sharon decided to tighten her hold on the other girl's back, so that no matter how much Sin moved, she could not change her basic position since the beginning of her thrashing.

"AUTSCH!. . . . AUTSCH!. . . . AHHHHHH!" Sin screamed and yelled, begging and pleading with Sharon Carter, as if the latter were greatly her superior; finally the floodgates of Sin's eyes openened, and Sin could not help but cry bitterly. But notwithstanding this, Sharon's thorough thrashing of Sin continued.

Finally, after several minutes of thrashing from Sharon, Sin tried a different tack: "From this point on," she said in German, hoping her captor understood that language, "I--I swear! I RENOUNCE my allegiance to my father Red Skull, his plan to conquer the United States and thence the world, my belief in ANY "master race," the Nazi Party, and the activity I was engaged in today!"

Sharon's thrashing of the girl continued apace, but she answered, in English, "And just WHAT activity were you engaged in here, Sinthea?"

Again in German, her English terrible and wanting to make her confession and renouncemets as clear as possible, resonded, "At my father's command, at-at his di-direction, I was lowered by hovering helicopter into the heart of Area 51. I found only a couple of guards at the door to the building, so I shot a couple of tranquilizers into them - they would be out for hours - then I simply walked into the computer lab and began working with the SHEILD computer, which I gained access to by the secret codes my father had obtained, then changing the password, which only my father and I knew, and I effectively "shut the eyes" of the agency so that it would not know what other task I was performing. I decided to go to work on my next project, and then return to the SHIELD computer, and order the arrests of Nick Fury and all the SHIELD agents, using your President's own code to do so. But whe you caught me I was working on the nuclear weapons launching computer. I was making some progress with it, but had not yet been able to change the paswords or codes on either computer, so that the computers may easily regain control of both computers, using the same codes and initiating a new password".

Sin was speaking very clearly for a girl undergoing a bare bottom whipping, choking up, sucking in rapid breaths, and in fact crying. Anyway, all this was what Sharon had waited to hear. Suddenly she released the girls back, and Sin ran out of the room as quickly as she could But Sharon wasn't quite through with her yet. She ran after Sin, chasing her away from the office and the building, easily keeping up with her, and thrashing her still-bare bottom as they ran. Sin tried to raise her oh-so-tight black leather pants, but couldn't do it because of the extreme pain on her bottom; she had no choice but to leave them down. Meantime Sharon thrashed Sin completely off the grounds of Area 51, and, her work down, went back to the comp-lab to continue her vigilance.

Meanwhile, down below, Red Skull tried over and over to communicate with his daughter, but the expensive, effective mechanism devised by Tony Stark Iron Man of the Avengers, an arm of SHIELD, returned only static to his demanding, desperate communications with his daughter. Finally, assuming rightly that his daughter had failed at her mission and probably captured, Red Skull gave up communication attempts with his daughter and, though he was both angry and disappointed in the failure of his mission, which he told his closest associates was only a "temporary setback," in combination with the probable capture of "that inept girl" - well, on the whole, Red Skull considered it "no great loss," and would devise another scheme, this time with the assistance of "super-human muscle," not his "stupid daughter."

"Abort mission! Abort mission!" Red Skull screamed through his intercom: NOW he was able to get through! Sharon did not really care about the hovering craft, in place, waiting for Sin, for reasons only she knew, and the villain's copter flew away - this was at the time that Sharon returned from whipping the evil, bare butt of her adversary off the grounds.

Once the girl was safely off the grounds of Area 51 and saw that Sharon was no longer, ever-so-closely pursuing her, Sin tried, gingerly, to raise her TIGHT leather breeches, but it was way too painful a proposition, so the girl continued to run, bare butt as she was, from any chance of arrest. As she was runing in this humiliating position, her butt red and quite-thoroughly welted, Red Skull made one last communication with his daughter. He named a pick-up point for her some distance away from Area 51 for tomorrow morning between nine and ten. "I am VERY disappointed in you, daughter - though not particularly surprised - at your faiure. I personally will see that you are punished MOST thoroughly!" Then Red Skull ended transmission without waiting for a reply. Sin threw the communicator on the walk on which she ran with a crash, and it shattered into a thousand pieces. Sin had had enough of thorough punishments!

"Au! Au! Au! Ugh! Why are these leather pants so tight?! Au! Au! Au!

The Echoes of War

Two German girls met in the cafe in Berlin, at the end of June. One of them sits down, wincing her face and fidgeting on the chair.
"Heidi, what happened to you?" the other wondered.
"You see, then I was on Turkish resort I've had a quarrel with some Russian lady on 22th of June. So she showed me such a Battle of Kursk, that I still can't normally sit down."