Karnacht and Mina

It was a mildly chilly morning, and Mina had just finished her morning exercise which partly consisted of spanking a bratty imp that shall remain unnamed for the time being. Upon sending the brat fleeing her nose perked up as she sensed another within her realm of the Forbidden Forest.

He had just finished a tiring, strenuous battle with an unimaginable horror and had stumbled into the Forbidden Forest seeking respite although not realizing where he was at first. He looked over as he saw a familiar being approach him. "Hey, get out of the forest NOW! or pay the price..." she yelled at him. As she got closer her demeanor changed slightly. "Oh, it's you, and you don't look so good right now..." Mina shifted her head back slightly and blinked rapidly for a moment. "You know I've always been a fan, but even you have to get out of the forest if you don't want to be spanked." He nodded his head in agreement. "I'll kindly be on my way Miss Mina. It was nice seeing you again." With that he left. A good sense of direction is not one of Karnacht's strengths so before long he became lost again. Luckily he stumbled upon a hidden graveyard within the Forbidden Forest. Many of the epitaphs featured occult imagery and looked rather sinister. "A graveyard of the wicked, but a graveyard nonetheless..." He sat on a bench shaped marker with a pentagram on it and rested.

Before Mina could return to her dwelling to change out of her exercise uniform, her little nose perked up as she sniffed the air. "Someone is still in my forest!" Immediately she set off to sniff out the unknown intruder. Soon after she followed her nose to a part of the forest she had not entered in some time, an eerie cemetery hidden behind some foliage that blends in a little too well. "Aha! I told you to leave once, but even you won't get a second chance. Prepare to get one hell of a spanking!" Mina pointed her finger at him and grinned showing her teeth. Karnacht stood up, fully rested and healed from his time there and began gradually approaching her. "My employers have designated ALL graveyards as my sanctuaries so you've no right to tell me to leave!" Mina clenched both her fists beside her and arched forward while keeping her back straight in a classic angry pose. "But it's MY forest! Fine! Let's have a duel, but once I kick the crap out of you that butt is mine!" Mina got into a battle pose while Karnacht tossed both sides of his trench coat back and armed himself with a zombie claw on his right hand.

"Sicc'em!" Mina pointed at him, and three of her impish fairies attempted to swarm him. He quickly pulled out his 3 strand Satan's Cane and quickly swatted them sending them flying away gripping their butts and crying. "Oh c'mon Mina, you can do better than that! Besides, I'm fighting you not your forest dwellers." She charged forward in a blur and attempted to slash at him with her claws. He barely was able to deflect her assault with his claw. Karnacht pushed back the side of his trench coat, unsheathed his machete, and in an instant stabbed it clean through Mina's abdomen before slowly pulling it out. She coughed a bit a blood and smiled. "Seriously?! You know defeating a demon won't be that easy." He casually flung the blood off it before returning to a fighting stance. "Of course not, but it's a helluva way to start the fight!"  Mina scurried back a few paces and began waving her hands around each other as she was summoning a fireball. She launched it and hit him dead center with it causing him to fall face first on the ground. At first she thought she'd won until she saw him slowly getting up using his machete to keep his balance as he did. "B-but you're just a human! That should have been enough to fry you..." He caught his balance and coughed a puff of smoke out of the snout of his mask. "I'm quite nihilistic, and magic doesn't seem to have as much of an effect on me as it does most; this is a double edged sword as I'm barely healed by it also. Karnacht shook off the attack and mounted his attack, Mina's tail stood straight out as fire filled her eyes, and the two clashed further.

The fight lasted well into the evening as darkness was just on the horizon. Neither one was really able to overtake the other, and thus far the battle was a stalemate. "You've given me quite a fight so far! Graveyards help me to regain my strength so if we had fought before I had a chance to heal you probably would have won." Mina smirked. "You're not so bad yourself, for a frail weakling human...." Karnacht dropped his machete to the ground and unfastened his zombie claw to leave himself unnarmed as he readied his black leather gloved hands in a grappling pose. "This is truly your domain Miss Mina. From what I can tell you're damn near invincible in the Forbidden Forest. Regardless of the outcome, let's end this!" She mounted one more attack against him, and he grabbed her when she got near him. "Haha! You can't hold me long you weak little..." he headbutted her and stunned her momentarily before shoulder charging her knocking her face first onto the bench shaped grave with a pentagram on it that he sat on earlier. When Mina  snapped out of it she recoiled in horror as she realized what had happened. "Oh I'm so going to kill you for this!" She shrieked at him. Mina attempted in vain to get up and only made it as far as being on all fours with her butt perked up in the air. "Well well, what do we have here? It seems that pentagrams trap you like they do most demons. Thank you Dean and Sam Winchester!" He approached her and got out his Satan's Cane once more. "Wh-what are you going to do?!" she looked back with a worried look on her face. He gripped the butt part of her leotard with one hand and pulled it up her crack a bit exposing her ass cheeks. "No! You can't spank me! this is my forest, remember?" He patted her butt with the cane causing it to flinch. "Ah, but you were going to spank me for merely being in a designated sanctuary. Besides, I think this will do you some good. This one's gonna hurt for a long time." He gave her the first swat, and she cried out although the punishment was only beginning....

It was nighttime now, and he was whipping her butt repeatedly and rythmically with the cane. *smack...*smack...*smack...* Each stroke causing her to thrust forward slightly and shed more tears although she wasn't going anywhere. Mina gritted her teeth, cried, and wiggled her butt in an attempt to even out the pain. *Spank!...*Spank!...*Spank!...* A deluge of tears burst forth from her eyes, and she cried out one final time. "Ok, ok, please STOP! I've had enough! I can't take anymore!" Karnacht seemed unaffected by this. "Oh? And why prey tell should I?" Mina attempted to bargain with him, but the spanking never slowed down its staccato pace while she did. "Because.." *smack...!* *smack!..* "I can be of help to you. I know how you're the Easter equivalent of Krampus and how overworked you are during the upcoming season. I'm a legendary spanker myself so if you let me go now I'll help you with your heavy work load and spank some of the brats with you." Karnacht abruptly stopped the whipping. "Hmmm, you have me interested. I think I'll free you from that sepulcher so we can continue this conversation altho you may not be able to sit while we chat....."

Picking up where we left off. Mina is stuck on the pentagram sepulcher having just been spanked. She struck a bargain to help him spank some brats since this is one of his busy seasons for brats.

"Okay Mina,  go into a 'down dog' pose, like in yoga." Karnacht fetched a big, black marker out of a trench coat pocket. She seemed confused "Down dog? What?" He popped the top off the marker. "Stretch your arms and legs a bit and stick your butt in the air so I have room to draw." She did as he asked and winced as her butt felt sore all over again being subjected to this position. "Make it quick!" She held in place while he drew a crescent moon over the pentagram and then recapped and placed the marker back in his pocket. He put his arm around her waist and picked her up off the sepulcher and then sat her down on it in a sitting position. "Owww! Watch the butt!" Mina complained at him. He seemed unaffected by her outburst or discomfort and merely stood silent while she eased herself up rubbing her bottom. "So about this deal we've struck, let me go back to my house and change into something more 'appropriate' before we discuss details, ok?" He quietly nodded. "K! BRB!" Mina trotted off despite her stinging rump.

   "Oke~ I'm back!" When Karnacht got a look at Mina he took a deep breath and exhaled so slowly that it wasn't even audible through his mask. She was wearing a dominatrix outfit that consisted of horizontal lines of tight black material that showed off rows of flesh and had gartered black stockings not to mention her long black gloves and black pumps. She grinned showing those sharp fangs of hers and approached Karnacht. "Gee, I'll bet the big bad ass bunny is blushing underneath that mask of his..." She reached forward and carefully pinched the cheek of his mask without touching the spikes. "Knock that off!" he reached up and gently motioned her hand down. "You're currently under contract with me," he reached into his inner coat pocket, pull out a piece of paper, and unfolded it, "and we have work to do. Here I have a list of br-" Mina lunged forward and snatched the piece of paper out of his hand. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a list of brats!" Her eyes widened. "Lots of naughties for me, er us, to spank!" Her tail started to stand up. Karnacht reached forward and took the paper from her, slightly annoyed. "You don't get to just spank whoever you want, whenever you want. There are protocols and procedures to follow with this sort of thing. According to the li-" In the blink of an eye she climbed up on his back and looked over his shoulder at the list. "Rules this, protocal that. You and your boring procedures! How about that one?" She pointed at a name on the list. "Blitzkrieg? She's not on the schedule until.." Mina grabbed the paper, placed her feet into his back, and leaped over his head landing on her feet. None of this seemed to particularly bother Karnacht. "You and your nonsense paperwork! I'm in your employ now, and what good am I if we screw around with this administrative crap all night. I'm not a secretary ya know." She rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers in slight annoyance upon saying that last part. "Besides...." She grinned without showing her teeth and clasped her hands around her groin, keeping them beside her boobs therefore emphasizing them, "we're partners now, and I should have some say in this. And I say we pick someone on this list and light her tail up!" Karnacht took a deep breath and exhaled with a slight sigh. "I suppose you're right, but Blitzkrieg is currently in Germany. How are we going to get to her tonight?" Mina rolled the list up, stuffed it between her boobs, and winked. "You just leave that to me Sir Easter Krampus!"

"I gotta admit, this is pretty cool." Karnacht observed the pale blue portal Mina created with her demonic magic. "Okay, what are we waiting for! This one is currently being very naughty so let's go get her!" They ran through the portal, and it closed a split second after their exit. "Well, here we are in jolly ol' Deutchland." Karnacht took in his surrounding. "Wasn't it still night time when we left?" Mina gave a quick nonchalant expression. "Yeah, that time zone differential is jolting isn't it?" After a moment they saw several police cars rounding the street they were standing on, obviously in hot pursuit. "Ahh, nothing like a good ol' morning bank robbery to start the day." Mina chuckled. "The police are already after her. I say we let them take care of her since it's their job after all." Karnacht chimed in. Mina smirked. "But the police likely aren't going to spank her, are they?" "Well...no.." "Oke then! Let's go get her! I know a shortcut." She shot a blue blast out of her palm and grabbed Karnacht by the neck of his coat and tugged at him to follow her in. Emerging from the exit portal they witness a blonde woman in pigtails in a purple and yellow mini skirt outfit running with a bag of money. "That fiendish Kraut is all mine!" Mina got down on all fours, leapt through the air, and pounced on the fleeing thief. Karnacht quickly caught up. "Get your handz off of me!" The pigtailed robber spoke with a heavy German accent. Mina grinned while scrunching her face in a comedic way, placed her fingers in Blitzkrieg's back, and shoved her into Karnacht's chest.

"Vaht is de meaning of zis?! You have no authority to spank mein Popo!" Blitzkrieg looked straight up at his masked face with a look that was half disgust and half fear. Karnacht grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to a nearby chair. "Mina, why don't you take the first crack at this fiesty tart?" Mina bounced up and down with excitement.  She sat down and yanked her over her lap causing the robber to drop the bag of money. "Nein! Nein!" She protested. Mina bent Blitzkrieg over her knee, wedged her panties in between her buttcrack, and began whipping her butt with her tail. "Autsch! Autsch! Autsch!" Tears flowed from Blitzkrieg's eyes and she struggled forward in Mina's grip as her boobs jiggled with each smack from Mina's tail on her butt. Following a good while of this Mina finally had her fill momentarily as she released the German brat from her grip. Blitzkrieg jumped up, ran forward while crying and rubbing her butt, and crashed right into Karnacht who picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "Scheiße! Nicht noch einmal!" He carried her to the now vacant chair, bent her over the back of it, pulled up her skirt exposing her panties, and laid into her butt with his open hand. "Auch! Mein Popo! Mein Popo...." He spanked her repeatedly while Mina watched, smirking at what she was seeing. Blitzkrieg tried to struggle, but he held her in place with his left hand. After he had thoroughly worn her rear end out he started to let her up.   Blitzkrieg rubbed her butt and attempted to run away, but Mina quickly caught her. "Not so fast you lil brat!"  The spankee began to wriggle once she could hear sirens in the distance. "Bitte, let me go to die Polizei. Gefängnis, can't be any vorse zan zis!" She attempted to kick her legs while Mina got in a few more strokes with her tail. Mina held onto Blitzkrieg. "Ok the cops are getting closer. We should probably get out of here really soon, but this brat hasn't gotten nearly what she deserves yet." Karnacht rubbed his chin. "Let's bring her with us. Gimme a moment." He got out his cellphone and typed a message before putting it back. "We can drop her off at a park while we go collect more brats to teach some discipline to. Someone will be waiting there to watch over her for us while we work." Mina nodded her head once to agree. "Sounds good to me. Blitzkrieg, you're going to be sorry you rolled out of bed and decided to put that skimpy costume on and rob a bank today!" Blitzkrieg glowered at Mina through her tears. "Hmph!" With that Karnacht ran through the portal Mina created head first while she dragged Blitzkrieg by one of her pigtails into the blue void.

Once again they exited the blue portal but were in a public park that was virtually empty since it was night time. In the distance a girl with brown pigtails was approaching them. Once they got closer they could see her. She was wearing a black shirt with a bunny skull and crossbones on it, had a black skirt, black gloves, and black boots, and was wearing a spiked respirator mask on her face. In her hand she was carrying an Easter basket that appeared to be filled with punishment implements. "Mina, say hello to Yami. She was the contact I was referring to." Karnacht paused for a moment, completely redirecting his attention to Yami. "Speaking of which, remember this lil comment of yours, Yami?

Her eyes widened a bit, and she looked away. "You know I have a policy about teasing those who are being spanked..." She lowered her head, looked away, and blushed. "C'mon, hand me the one you think you deserve." Hearing that she reached in the basked and pulled out a rubber paddle that consisted of two split strands and was shaped like a short, thick tawse. She sat the basket down as he pulled her over his lap and raised her skirt revealing panties with a teddy bear on them. Yami looked at Mina who was about to watch her spanking, looked to the side, then looked down. Mina grinned with the side of her mouth but didn't say anything. Karnacht brought the first smack down on Yami's butt, and her eyes squinted, tears already welling up in them. He spanked her for a little while longer while she tried to kick even tho she was pinned between his legs now. She eventually cried out and really let the tears flow when he abruptly stopped, let her up, and hugged her. "I think you've learned your lesson for now. Why don't you be a good girl and bind Blitzkrieg and watch over her while Mina and I fetch more brats?" He patted her right on the teddy bear, making her gasp a bit due to her sore butt. Yami took the rubber paddle from him and placed it back in the basket. She then fetched some rope and tied Blitzkrieg's wrist together before chaining her to a nearby bench. "That's a good lil girl!" Karnacht rubbed Yami's hair. "Oke Karnacht, who's next?" Mina fetched the list out from between her boobs." The masked rabbit gave it a look. "Hmmmm, how about this one? She's quite dangerous...." Mina held the other side of the list and traced it with her free hand. "Sadira? She just might fuck you up Karnacht ol' buddy ol' pal!" Mina playfully nudged him with her elbow as she said that.

This time when the exited the portal they emerged in a strange cave adorned with a couple of fires contained in ornate braziers and some middle eastern looking ornaments about including a throne where a woman in a dark red hood sat. There were also big spider webs all about. She didn't appear to be wearing much else underneath the hooded robe. "Why do you come here. Thisss isss my cave!" With that she lept down from the throne and immediately began attacking Karnacht since she likely saw him as the biggest threat. She slashed and kicked at him with her claws so quickly her movements were just a blur, and although he was able to block or parry most of them she got a nice good slash in across his chest armor. "She's really fast!" Karnacht exclaimed just before going on the offensive himself with his zombie claws and machete out. She was so much faster than him that he mostly had to wait for her to attack him and counterattack since he was barely able to land a hit while attacking her. Mina stood back and launched fireballs at her in order to try and give Karnacht a chance to hit her, but all this did was cause Sadira to put distance between them so she could better dodge the demon magic. Their blades clashed some more, and Karnacht went for Sadira head-on with his machete. He managed to nick her across the tummy with the edge of it, but doing so left him wide open so she got to cut him across the leg which would have injured him worse if it weren't for his leather pants. "Oke, this is going nowhere...." Karnacht backed up, sheethed his weapons, and got out his phone all while Mina laid cover fire allowing him to do so. "Mina, portal now! Yami is on her way." Mina nodded, "On it!" Not two seconds later Yami stepped through the portal with the easter basket of implements. He grabbed something out of it but quickly hid it in his trench coat so Sadira couldn't see. "Alright Mina, I got this....." Karnacht approached Sadira unarmed but never got close enough to hit her. He kept just enough distance so that whenever she tried attacking he could quickly dodge. During her next attack Karnacht threw open the side of his trenchcoat and pulled out a whip. He drew back and laid into Sadira's back with it, a resounding "crack" filling the cave. Sadira grimaced, gritted her teeth, and shed a tear from each eye. She crouched on all fours with her knees sticking out in one of her signature attacking positions with a tear running down each cheek. "Want another one?...." Karnacht readied the whip again but wasn't ready to lash again. Sadira looked over at Yami and lunged forward getting a slight cut in across her abdomen before scurrying off toward Mina. "Oh that does it! Mina I have an idea. Make a portal that leads to me!" Mina created one in front of her right as Sadira lunged at her. "Say Mina, why didn't you use these portals in the fight against me?" Karnacht rightfully inquired. "I have to concentrate when I use them. There's no way I'd have a chance with those claws and big machete of yours coming at me." Sadira went through the portal and came out in Karnacht's grip. "You're mine now...." He stabbed her in the shoulder with his zombie claw while holding her in a choke hold with the other hand, he pulled it out and ran it through her gut, then he let go of her throat and head butted her right in the face with his spiked mask launching her off of his claw. "Mortal Kombat X-Ray style!" he exclaimed upon finishing the bone crunching, inner organ slicing maneuver. Mina winced at the sight of every blow as they seemed to happen in slow motion. "Get her out of here Mina and back to the park. I'm gonna make sure Yami is ok."

Back in the park the two brats were subdued to the bench, and Yami had only suffered a minor cut that was now treated. "We can do another one." Mina looked at the list. They both agreed on the next one, Lilith. Leaving Yami to watch over the other two they made off to the Girls' Academy where Lilith was causing trouble. "That little squirt is a demon?!" Mina seemed disbelieved at the prospect that this cute girl clutching a teddy bear was responsible for so much carnage. "Mina, this one's all yours..." Karnacht rubbed his forehead and backed away. Mina grinned and tackled Lilith right away. "Get off me you brat! I'm gonna kick your fat ass, and once my father Satan finds out about this he'll eat your soul!" Lilith engaged Mina back as they wrestled, struggled, and particpated in hand to hand combat. Karnacht gave a short cheering gesture and then fiddled with his phone for a moment. "Beat that naughty little butt of hers, Mina!" he called over to the fighting girls. Whilst looking at his planner he overheard smacks accompanined by Lilith's crying which could only mean one thing... Mina defeated Lilith and had her pinned underfoot with her teddy bear panties showing, snug against her now pink butt. Lilith struggled and whimpered, "No fair! I'm gonna kill you for this!" Mina picked the little scamp up under her arm.  "Let's get out of here Karnacht. I hear the headmistress here is a real bitch."

"And that makes three!" Mina nods approvingly. "Let's get started." Karnacht began rummaging through implements in the basket. "Wait..." Mina perked her ear up. "I think there's room on this bench for one more." Nearby they could see a young chubby woman in a short skirt, fishnet top, and hipster glasses screaming and yelling at a short, skinny man who was balding and also wore glasses. "We'll be back in a moment." Karnacht kissed Yami on the forehead before he walked away. She tilted her head down slightly and blushed in a way that could even be seen through the mask. When they got closer to the young chubby woman and the thin middle aged man they realized it was a daughter screaming and yelling at her father. "And how DARE you tell me that I shouldn't go to the Slut Rally!" The man stammered, apparently intimidated by her, "B-b-but pumpkin, it's on your grandma's birthday, and she'd love to see you. Besides, I just bought you that new car. D-don't you think she'd enjoy seeing it?" This seemed to piss the girl off even more. "I'm 20, and even tho I still live in your house you can't tell me what to do! You could never understand with all your male privilege!" She continued to yell and berate him. He shook nervously and tried to reason with her. "I-I'm not telling you that you c-can't go; I'm just saying that you sh-shouldn't, s-sweetheart." They hadn't noticed Mina and Karnacht yet, and Mina looked up at his mask to address him. "Well, what do you think?" Karnacht did an eye rolling motion with his head. "If I have to hear any more of her big mouth I think my head is going to explode." He lightly shrugged his shoulders. "I've heard enough. Let's put some blisters on her fat, pink butt!"

Karnacht walked up and nonchalantly took the chubby girl by the arm. "Hey! Get your greasy hand off me you creep before I yell 'assault' so loud your shit for brains will spew out." Mina smirked, "Let her have it big boi..." With one hand he pulled his belt out and folded it in half. He yanked on the girl's arm so that she went straight over his knee as he sat down on the bench. "H-hey, you can't do this! Assault! Assault!" The first lick of the belt tore into her chubby butt, and the cracking sound filled the park. Her eyes filled up with tears, and for a moment she was too choked up to even form words. "D-dad help me!" She squirmed as Karnacht gave her a few more licks making that bubble butt of hers bounce. The girl's dad slightly smiled as he watched. "That man looks mighty scary, pumpkin. I don't think I'd stand a chance against him. It looks like you'll just have to take this whipping." He said nonchalantly. The rhythmic belt whipping never ceased for a moment during this banter. Her face twisted into an angry expression as her mascara started running down her eyes. "Well fuck you dad! I hope you and grandma both die and rot in Hell!" Karnacht reared back and gave her several fast, hard licks from that one. "Aaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooow-hooow-hooow!" the girl blubbered. He tore into her butt with the belt like a machine as she gritted her teeth, and her runny eyes cast a glaze of pure hatred through her hipster glasses. "Aaaaaoow, oke I'm sorry! I'm sorry dad!" Karnacht kept whipping her, and that made her crocodile tears soon fade. "Well fuck you!" she screamed. Mina had a big grin while she watched. "This one has obviously needed this for a while. I'm guessing you never had the balls to do what was necessary." She looked at the girl's father as she said the last part. Finally, he stopped and let the crying, chubby girl up off his lap. She sneered and gave them all the middle finger as she rubbed her panty clad bottom. Karnacht rubbed his chin. "Hmmmmmm, I don't think this one's had enough yet. Mina what do you think? Perhaps she should join the others?" Mina nodded in approval. "I shall call my muse." He motioned for Yami to come. "Set the table for one more, we've got an extra special guest tonight!"

All four brats were on the bench, bound, and bent over with their butts properly displayed for punishment. Karnacht and Mina were like two kids in a candy store going through the Easter Basket of Implements to use on the four brats at their sadistic mercy. Mina picked out a few, and Karnacht picked out a few to start with. "Hey Mina!" He tossed her a 3 ft long whip that was forked at the end like a snake's tongue. "Why don't you give this a try? Feel free to borrow it anytime!" Mina grinned, tugged on it at both ends to get a feel for it, and decided to put it to good use. For a good long time they whipped, spanked, paddled, and caned all four of the brats while Yami and the girl's father watched. Karnacht's masked muse lifted her skirt and rubbed her own bottom from the spanking Karnacht gave her before. Mina struck a pose with the whip in front of the brats, admiring her handiwork as her tail boner made apparent. "Say Karnacht, we should do this again sometime!" He shrugged his shoulders and held his signature paddle ready to give Blitzkrieg one more lick. "Why not?!"

Hand of Doom

Started the Day With a "B" on Her Back - Finished the Day With an "X" on Her Bottom!

Sometimes to be a villainess means only the pain in the ass!

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.