The Justice League of America (Prologue) Part 2
        

By Leilani

 

Vince’s narrative

Mother of God!  Are these superheroines beautiful!  It’s like having a
backstage ticket to an Olympics convention and staring at all the genetic
freaks with perfect bodies.  Just like Maria said, “Vince, you and Kerrie
have to come SEE THIS!”  They don’t even look real!  They look as if
they just walked off a comic page, and I’m afraid to blink or take a deep
breathe, for fear that they will become extinct as all hallucinations
eventually fade.

Wonder Woman has biceps that Ms. Olympian would die for-----washboard
stomach-----displaying even small vestigial muscles that must have long
since been extinct in the evolutionary time period when we were born.
Watching her walk about in her stars and stripes bathing suit is an anatomy
lesson.

Supergirl is so ethereal and angelic, she is startling.  Hair spun of pure
gold, milky perfect complexion------now glowing with embarrassment and
anger. She was so gorgeous when she was angry. Eyes so blue-----you know
she came from another planet. And if there was any doubt in my mind, about
them being some freaky cartoon cult, that idea vanished when Supergirl
picked me up with her hands of steel, then carried me out of the room like a
stray kitten tucked under one arm. This was the real JLA!  I should have
been scared out of my mind..........I was intrigued looking at her
exquisitely shaped calves and impossibly tiny ankles, close up. The delicate
scent of   lilies of the valley wafted to my nose.  I felt the soft warmth
of her left breast pressing against my side, as she carried me out of the
room. I felt pleasantly content, how could someone so feminine hurt me?

Did I mention that she was tall?  Over six feet.  Once the double bolted
doors were locked, she grasped me by the shoulders in her iron grip-----then
lifted me up, till I was eye-level with eyes too blue to be
real----sparkling with anger!  She shook me once to make sure she had my
full attention.

“I don’t know where you went wrong Vince, but I intend to straighten you out
once and for all.  I’m going to spank you------for real this time Vince. 
Not one of those playful make-believe love spankings you get from puny armed
pro dommes.  I’m going to give you a REAL SPANKING!!  I can do this quite
easily you know.  I always wanted to take impudent disrespectful men, such
as yourself, and set them right.  Turn them over my knee, take down their
pants in public, and spank them like children till they bawl uncontrollably.
I would break down their macho veneer; it would peel off in layers, with
exquisite pain and shame.  They would be as vulnerable as babies, with their
bare bottoms in full-view, facing their mother’s fury, knowing the only way
to appease her would be to submit and repent.”

“The JLA and I have devoted our lives to humanity, fighting crimes and
ridding the world of supervillains so thoroughly------the world isn’t even
aware of their existence, or potential destruction, except in the medium of
comic books.  We have especially channeled our efforts into your generation,
Vince,  when the JLA was at its height.  When comic books could be
gotten anywhere, at any grocery store, and everyone could afford them.  We
wanted to influence young minds to develop......strive for higher ideals,
create universal goals.  We wanted you to see the world as black and white,
right and wrong-----not all blended together into a mixture of greys, of
nonjudgmental attitudes. What you have been doing is dead wrong! 
Transforming our hard work and good deeds into obscene fantasies.  Expending
all your energy and time in pursuit of sensual pleasures, and totally
missing the message the JLA and I have been trying to put across to youths
of your generation.”

“It makes me very angry to think while we were creating comics to instill a
set of moral values among American youths, you were cutting out pictures of
us to make pornographic spanking scenes.  I am going to bring you back to
your childhood Vince, and I am going to spank you very hard, and for a very
long time, and you are not going to like it.  You are just like a child to
me, and I am going to spank you with all of my maternal love. I am going to
bring you to the point where you will say anything, do anything to get me to
stop.  But I’m not going to listen to you, I’m going to enjoy watching you
struggle and squirm.  I want to see you cry your heart out, in an abysmal
lake of tears.  I will stop when my anger is satisfied that your repentance
is real.  And you will be released only when you cry hard and long enough to
be convincing.  Now show us all what a good crier you are, Vince.”

Supergirl finally set me down.  It was freaky to have some one just lift me
up so easily.  There was nothing I could say because I was not among equals.
I remember back in school, when coach said touch your toes----it was a
mark of manhood, to take your licks without crying out. You could gain quite
a bit respect among your peers, depending how much pain you could take. 
This however was not the same.  This woman wanted tears!

Supergirl placed one foot on a chair, so her thigh and knee formed a 90
degree angle.  She then lifted me up again with her strong arms so I lay
over her one smooth hard thigh.  My legs were swinging off the ground
again----even my palms didn’t touch the floor.  I was lost.....hanging on
the ledge.......all my weight on her firm thigh....a smoothly cut quadriceps
muscle cut into my stomach.......and my legs and arms floundered helplessly
about.

Just as I was happy no one could see me, the door opens.....and Wonder Woman
walks in!......A rich warm voice filled me with agonized shame, “Just wanted
to make sure he wasn’t giving you any lip....Let me help you my sister.”  A
heavy scent of ginger and musk filled my nostrils as she approached, I felt
delicate feminine hands..........She was pulling down my pants!  “We must
carry out the correction properly......so his humiliation will be complete. 
This generation of men has grown up to be such a disappointment.  It is
imperative that they be taught respectful behavior.” She placed the golden
lasso loosely around my neck.  “Now, you can tell no lies.”    SPANK!!   She
playfully smacked my butt......IT STUNG..........and the pain went deep,
into muscle.  I took a sharp breathe.....not sure if I could make it through
this ordeal with two super-bitches?? I mean superwomen. Ask me anything, I
prayed to gods unknown.  I have the magic lasso around my neck, I can tell
no lies........I will promise you anything, apologize profusely......serve
you with unconditional obedience......Just let me know what you want.  Ask
me anything.

Supergirl’s arm of steel held Vince in this humiliating position easily. 
“Do you agree that what you have been engaged in is perverted and unhealthy?
Do you promise to give up this absurd spanking fetish and go back to a
more normal fulfilling lifestyle?”

Vince: “No, I will never stop spanking women and wanting to be spanked.  It
is my life.”...........  I AM ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED!!  DID I SAY THAT!!!  I
can’t remember moving my lips.  It just came out automatically.  Why it’s
the magic lasso.  It’s causing me to blurt out words of truth.

SPANK!!!!  SPANK!!!!   SPANK!!!!!  Blows with the force of a pistol
literally lifted my butt up in the air.  “I can see my little man, that it
is going to take quite a bit of convincing to get through to you.”  It was
absolutely impossible to move, trapped under her arm of steel.  Supergirl
diligently applied a good solid dozen hard smacks to my exposed bottom.

On second thought.......don’t ask me anything.  This magic lasso is
answering for me.  Just spank me for cutting out cartoons, and let me down.

“Okay Vince, I’m going to give you a second chance.  Now do you
agree”....she slowly unwound a heavy leather strap Wonder Woman handed to
her.

“Wait!!!!!” I interrupted her frantically, before she could finish her
sentence.  “Please, no more second chances.  Supergirl, I adore and worship
all woman.  My spanking fetish is...........well, my idea of paying them
homage.  There is no greater compliment I can give a girl, then to enter her
into my scrapbook of spanking fantasies.  My wife suggested this, not
because she wanted me punished......she thought I would have a great time.”

Supergirl looked a little taken back.  “So you still choose to disobey and
cling to your nasty perverted behavior.”  She rolled the thick leather strap
twice around her hand for grip.  Then with an expertise, I know not from
where, pulled her hand back and delivered a hefty blow violently to my now
tender backside.  THWACKKKK!!!! THWACKKK!!!  THWACK!!!!!!  I jumped
involuntarily......doing my best to keep control.  Wonder Woman was
smiling-----evidently enjoying my misfortune of having to continually utter
words of truth.

Wonder Woman: “Do you regret your once innocent childish behavior of cutting
out comic pictures of Supergirl flying?”

“No, I still think she has a great tush, and those pictures really show it
off.”  Damn that golden lasso!

THWACKKK!!!! THWACKK!!!   THWACK!!!!! Supergirl was employing that punishing
leather strap relentlessly like one possessed.  Stripe after stripe, lash
after lash, no reprieve, no compassion, no acknowledgment of my agonizing
blood curdling screams of “Enough!!!!  I’ve had enough!!!!”

“Then say, I repent”.........she demanded evenly.

But that hideous golden lasso tightened around my throat........and the
words couldn’t come loose.  Both girls giggled at the way I twisted and
squirmed and kicked empty air like a drowning frog.  Finally I threw back my
head, gulped air like a fish, and spewed out the only words left in my
diffuse brain, “RED!!!! RED!!!!  RED!!!”

Wonder Woman: “What is he saying?”

Supergirl: “I think he’s asking to be redder.  I don’t think that is
possible.”

Wonder Woman: “Whatever.  We must not be spanking him hard enough.  I’ll help
you.”

With that, these two amazon queen grabbed me by the ankles and stood up! I
dangled there upside down------completely naked to the day I was
born--------While they both belabored forcefully, with full arm swing, one
buttock apiece. SPANK!!!! SPANK!!! SPANK!!!!! SPANK!!!  Words are powerless
to describe the humiliation and agony I felt.

Supergirl: He wiggles delightfully.  And he has such a delicious red warm
glow—just like a baby’s spanked bottom.  Maybe it’s because he hasn’t lost
his baby fat.  I feel like I’m spanking a baby......a very naughty
baby....she began to pick up the tempo of stinging spanks.  So did
Wonder Woman-----those two kept in time with each other------While I hung
miserably, viewing the world now upside-down.  My body shaking from the
impact of every blow, absolutely helpless, both Amazons now giggling and
happy to continue until I repent.  And that damn golden lasso-----preventing
me from uttering the words that they wanted to hear.  I was starting to feel
pretty sorry for myself----mortified that someone might see me......then
suddenly......I sniffled, a tear rolled out..... and I was crying!!!  Was it
the rhythm of the blows.....shaking my whole body? --------or the
realization, that I was totally helpless.......hung upside down by women so
strong I was as light as a cat? ...........Maybe it was their attitude, that
I was a no-body......just a bottom that they could spank for their own
pleasure.......and me not being their equal was given free rein to
bawl...........So I cried.  Not a few little sniffles.  But I opened up my
mouth and wept deep throaty sobs.......wailed as the few surviving Jews were
given permission to wail at the Wailing Wall.  Cried my heart out for
ambitions and opportunities lost in my youth, sweethearts and unrequited
love affairs that left indelible marks, slights and unforgiven comments by
inconsiderate friends and acquaintances, and all the pain that was bottled
deep within me bubbled out and was released.  It felt so good to expend so
much emotion, and the experience reached over and bonded Supergirl and me
in invisible ties.  I could tell she was vicariously enjoying my good cry,
letting it release her emotions, and bind her wounds as well.  All the
sexist slights of her male JLA companions, all the chauvinistic remarks from
the vast public, that left her powerless to retaliate, were let lose and
healed that day.  All through one good cry.......50 years too late for both
of us.

So when Wonder Woman asked me, “Vince, are you still going to give into your
spanking fantasies now?”

I bit my lip.  And put both hands over my mouth, to keep from saying the
awful truth.  Then with precision and control of an android, I meticulously
moved my lips to the one word I kept focused in my brain. “HELP!!!  HELP!!!!
HELP!!!”

I don’t know what would have happened that day if Leilani had not come into
the room to rescue me.  I could hear her dragging in Richard reluctantly
into the room.  “Something is wrong!  Vince never cries or screams for help.
Richard you have to do something.!”

Richard came in, and began to talk to me, not even acknowledging I was
hanging upside down!  “Vince, how come you’re having all the fun?  I want to
play, too.  What can I do?”

Vince: “ Hummmpth........Put your hands...........on the Prophecy Stone.”

Richard scampered away------to the astonishment of Leilani and me, found the
stone on the oval table and placed both hands upon it.  Visions and
hallucinations too lurid to describe broke out of the crystal ball and
haunted every life form in the Watch Tower.  Supergirl and Wonder Woman, both
attuned to fighting evil, immediately released me to go after a more
portentous scoundrel.  This should have been a great relief, except when
they finally released me, I landed on my head!  But all in all, no permanent
damage was done, Leilani got me patched up.  Then both Richard and I, with
smoking rears, got into the car. Maria was now driving, and we drove home. 
We missed the nudist event. Darn!

Interestingly, Leilani has some strands of Wonder Woman’s golden lasso.  I
missed out on that conversation.  Wonder Woman was talking to them about
forming a 2nd JLA just for Crimson Moon.  Even gave them permission to use
her name, Wonder Woman II.  Off well, I’ll probably hear about it later from
Kerrie.


The End (of Part 2)