" The blow to her right buttock caused her soft, fleshy orb to flatten-out, but also to send ripples all over the area. Not only that but her left one to wobble slightly as if anticipating it's turn to feel the effects of the devastating dose of domestic discipline sure to come! "

Batgirl's head was spinning as she regained consciousness only to find herself bound with her hands in front of her with a long enough length of rope running to her bound ankles of her bare feet. What's more, there was a sharp stinging sensation from the middle of her right buttock.

"Where am l? l DEMAND you tell me, and l mean, NOW!"

"You are hardly in a position to demand anything, my dear," came a suave voice as a man, about 35-40, walked into view. He was unmistakenly Germanic, between 6'-6'6" tall.

"No matter what you do to me, Batman, Robin and Nightwing will get you!" she hissed.

"That's it! have had enough of your sassy mouth!" he stated angrily.

"What are you going to do about it? Gag me?" she retorted.

"Not quite," he replied as he proceded to remove her cape and utility belt. With that, he rolled her onto her belly and proceded to unzip her costume, The zipper went as far as the small of her back.

"Ha!" exclamed Batgirl, adding, "l thwarted you, PERVERT!"

"l don't think so...." he replied as he grabbed her open costume and ripped the spandex to her very crotch. Given the elasticity of the material, the cheeks of her bottom came into view.

And a quite exquisite bottom in deed! The cheeks werewell proportioned, and the tanlines showed that, at the beach, she wore a rather conservative bikini, as though she had a golden tan, her fleshy bottom was a nice shade of off-white. But not for long! For a few minutes, he physically admired the view as he sank his fingers into the soft flesh, maleated the soft flesh and gave the majestic mounds of delight some rather lusty kisses.

"HEY! What do you think you're do..... OWWWWW! she stated in a rather distressed manner, as his large, calloused right palm landed firmly into her right "Sweet-Spot" with an explosive SMACK! The blow to her right buttock caused her soft, fleshy orb to flatten-out, but also to send ripples all over the area. Not only that but her left one to wobble slightly as if anticipating it's turn to feel the effects of the devastating dose of domestic discipline sure to come! As far as the first one was concerned, she felt it, all right. Not only the sting of the fiery burn, but also her blood rushing to the point of impact..... the result being that a fiery-red palm print started to appear as a developing photo from a "jiffy-camera".

To him, there was almost nothing more erotic than a single palmprint on an otherwise untouched bare feminine bottom. Once the novelty wore off, in five minutes time, he said to the imperiled Dominoed Daredoll, "Time to get to work."

[Back in the 60s, the then-new Barbara Gordon-Batgirl was sometimes referred to as the "Dominoed Daredoll" by writers who were compelled to seek synonyms for a character's name by their own habit of overwriting the narration. I.E., instead of writing "Out of the bank raced Batgirl after the fleeing villains" which was totally unnecessary anyway because this was exactly what the artist was going to draw, they would write "Out of the bank raced the Dominoed Daredoll..." The author is here making a reference to that now half-century-old practice.

By way of further explanation, although I had thought the term "domino" referred to the simple eye-mask worn by heroes such as Robin and Green Arrow, from Merriam-Webster's Dictionary we get this definition - "a long loose hooded cloak usually worn with a half mask as a masquerade costume" - which does apply to Batgirl. - Web-Ed]

With that, the spanks rained down hard, fast, and quite mercilessy rapidly rendering her bare bottom a forensic nightmare. At first, to try to glean some victory in the face of defeat, Batgirl was determined to deprive him of the enjoyment of hearing her cry. However, during that twenty-five minute spanking, she was bawling and wailing like a five-year-old. For him, it brought him much joy in both watching her beautiful bare bottom go from an off-white hue to sunburn and then a reddish-purple and to listen to her bawl like a baby.

"Had enough?" he asked.

She nodded, crying too hard to speak.

"Then, BEG me to stop!" he roared as he gave her a flurry of hard, brutal spanks.

"AIEEEEEE! Please stop! l beg you!"

Soon, he untied her, gave back her utility belt and had one of his men walk her to her Batgirl cycle, whuch was waiting for her. Since her costume was pretty badly ripped, she converted her cape into a skirt and rode back ftom the deserted part of Gotham City back to her Batgirl Nook.

Devesting her costume, Barbara Gordon decided to take a shower. As the young naked woman headed to her shower stall in her bathroom, she passed her picture-mirror and decided to see just how bad she was hurt. When she saw just how bad-off she was, she nearly started crying fresh tears as she surveyed the damage. Every square inch of gluteal flesh was a bright red-save the "Sweet-Spots" which were turning black and blue, As she showered, she used her body wash and her shampoo, both the Pitstop brand.

[Doctor Cylon here makes a sly reference to his attachment to all things related to the cartoon character Penelope Pitstop. See e.g. The Paddling of Penelope Pitstop - Web-Ed]