Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Two

 

    Belinda had been spanked before by officers of the law, but that was usually her choice, be spanked or go to jail or pay a fine, for breaking some stupid law. But she wasn’t going to let anybody, even the world famous crime fighter, Batman, paddle her because she was dressed as one of his arch villains!
    Belinda slapped Batman, HARD, across his face with her free hand, while shouting at The Dark Knight, “LET GO OF ME! I don’t care if you are Fledermaus -Mann, you’re not to going to spank me just because I’m going to a costume party! They call you ‘the world’s greatest detective, well, can’t you see I’m NOT Katzenfrau?” she added, while removing her mask, “LOOK, can’t you see I’m much prettier than Katzenfrau! Didn’t you notice my beautiful long blonde hair! Or my German accent? Why don’t you go and hunt down some REAL criminals, and leave me alone! I have a party to go to!”
   Wheeling around, she saw Robin returning with the Bat-Paddle, and punched him in the stomach, before he had time to react, “THAT’S what you get, Bird-Boy, for getting so excited about seeing your partner paddle me! Well, sorry, that’s NOT going to happen! Now, get out of my way, I’m already late!” 
    The German firebrand was about to storm off when she found herself being lifted into the air. “Young Lady”, she heard Batman say, “Yes, once I led you off of that dark trail, and over her by this park light, I saw you won’t the real Catwoman, and I was about to apologize to you. But before I could, you slapped me, and then punched Robin! We’re deputized officers of the Gotham City Police force! I can’t let you get away with that.”
    Having said that, Batman quickly remove Belinda’s belt and skimmed down her tights, revealing her pale plump posterior. Sitting down on a park bench, he placed the struggling brat across his lap, while saying to his teenage sidekick, “Please hand me the Bat-Paddle, Robin.”
   Smiling, The Boy Wonder said, “Gladly, Batman.” and handed the paddle to him. Once in his hand, Batman wasted no time in using it. Forcefully and rapidly. Quickly turning Belinda’s big bottom from ghostly white to rose to red to crimson. In less than a minute, blisters began to blossom all over Belinda’s boiling backside. Especially across her sit spots. Batman wanted to make sure Belinda would remember this lesson every time she tried, in vain, to sit down for the rest of the week.  
   Robin was throughly enjoying the show, especially since his stomach was still hurting, “HOLY BUTT BLISTERS, BATMAN! You’re really frying that Cat-Brat’s fanny! It’s as red as … wait a minute, BATMAN, LOOK! The Bat Signal!”
   Glancing up, Batman saw the Bat Signal shining above Gotham, and said to the bawling bombshell, “You’re lucky, Young Lady, I have to let you off a lot easier than I had planned, but crime waits for no man, and we have to leave now. I hope that playful spanking will remind you to obey our laws as long as you’re staying in Gotham City.”
     Belinda watched the Dynamic Duo rush off into the night, hopping from foot to foot, sobbing loudly, her tiny hands furiously, but gently, rubbing her blistered and burning backside. Pouting,  she moaned, “He said he let me off EASY! Then why is my popo on FIRE? AUUH!”
       That’s it for this time, Brat Fans, but stay tuned for the third and final chapter of this story. Featuring a surprise guest star. Can you guess who it is?

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part One

 

   Belinda Krüger, a honeysuckle blonde from Germany, with bright blue eyes, forever full of mischief, was on a business trip to Gotham City. Her friend from back home, who now lived in Gotham, Bromhilda, had invited Belinda to a costume party. Since she was in Gotham City, Belinda thought it would be funny to go to the party dressed as Catwoman. She was on her way there now, dressed in a skintight ebony catsuit, with a black mask and cat ears. 
   Since Bromhilda lived just a few blocks from the hotel Belinda was staying at, she decided to walk there instead of taking a cab. She decided the quickest route was through The Martha Wayne Memorial Park. Usually Belinda would had been leery to go through a park in a big city at this time of night, but this was Gotham City, home of The Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, the world’s greatest crime fighters. She felt safe here.
     Walking down a dark lane, a shadowy shape appeared before Belinda, Belinda couldn’t make out his features, but she could tell he was huge, and had what appeared to be… horns? As he drew closer, Belinda realized it wasn’t horns, it was ears. Bat ears. IT WAS BATMAN! And trailing behind him was Robin, The Boy Wonder!
     Batman took Belinda by her hand, and started to lead her over to a park bench. “Do you remember what I told you I would do the next time I caught you, Catwoman?” Batman asked Belinda.
   “I do, Batman!”, Robin said excitedly, “You said you would give her a SPANKING she would never forget! Are you really going to do that, Batman?”
   Batman replied, “A man should always keep his promises, Robin. Will you do me a favor, old chum? Will you run to The Batmobile, and get my Bat-Paddle?”
   “THE BAT-PADDLE?” Robin said, smiling devilishly, “OWIE! I heard the last time you paddled Ivy and Harley with that, they couldn’t sit down for a week! I’ll be right back!”
     UH OH! Belinda is in trouble again! Will Batman REALLY paddle our favorite German troublemaker? Stay tuned, for part two. Coming soon. Same brat time. Same brat channel.

Naughty Werewolves Get Spanked!

  Snowstorm, a white she-wolf, with fiery red hair and golden eyes, was dancing in the moonlight. Not because she was happy. No, quite the opposite. She was dancing because her hair wasn’t the only part of her currently as red as fire. And just as hot. Her bottom was crisscrossed with thin, stinging welts. 
   Beside her, her sister, Midnight, a werewolf as black as sin, but also with crimson locks and golden eyes, was doing a similar dance. For the same reason. The two wolf- girls were both hopping from paw to paw, howling at the moon, their hands gently massaging their boiling hot bottoms.
   Watching them was Lord Lobo, the leader of their pack. He sat on a fallen log, the log the wild girls were just bent across. In his hand was a bundle of switches. On his handsome face, he wore a smile, revealing his razor sharp fangs. He hated punishing the two sisters, but watching them dance after a good dose of “the fire sticks” always made him smile.
  He spoke harshly to the twins, “Girls, I’m sorry I had to punish you so severely, but you know the rules of our pack, any member of my tribe, that raises a paw against another member, must be disciplined. I hope this will be the last time I ever catch you fighting. Now, return to our den, and stay there until I give you permission to leave. The night is getting late and I must go hunting. Hopefully your howls didn’t scare off all of the prey for miles around. If you did, and I return empty handed, you’ll both be cutting me another bundle of switches. NOW, GO HOME AND STAY THERE, with your naughty noses facing the cave wall until I return.” With that, he vanished into the woods like a shadow.
   The twins started their long trek home, walking slowly and stiffly, each step causing a fresh wave of scalding hot heat to flare up across their well roasted rears. Snowstorm, carefully tracing the multitude of welts now decorating her derrière, thought back on the reason she was fighting with her sister, relieved that Lord Lobo hadn’t asked them what started their brawl. Snowstorm’s cheeks burned as hotly as her blistered bottom, thinking of the reason why. Unbeknownst to him, both of the sisters were in love with him. Madly in love. And for reasons she couldn’t understand, thinking about Lord Lobo scorching her backside, made her love him even more.