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.
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| "Ja! Mein! Mine! Mine!" "What a view!" |
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| "Well, while you just asking for it, take this!" "AU!!! What the hell?!" |
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.
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| "Die! What the hell?! Is it a ghost?!" |
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.
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| "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!" |
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.
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| "AU!!! AU!!! Mein Popo! AU!!! Oh, shit! AU!!!" |
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.
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