Web-Ed's note: Part 4 of a 5-part story.  I have performed some very minor editing.  The members of the JLA are © DC Comics INC.

The Justice League of America Part 4

 

By Leilani
        

 

“Technology will die out!  Learning
centers, fine arts, music and culture will grind to a dead halt!  All
humanity will be chasing after one depraved desire-------the sensuality of
spanking!!”

 
Supergirl’s narrative

I was so angry at you, Superman.  How dare you side with those abhorrent
miscreants who interpret the world through pornographic eyes?  What was your
feeble reply? ‘Men cannot be held accountable for what they feel-------but
do not openly express.  The ability to read another’s mind is a privilege. 
And to punish people for what they think, but do not say, is abuse!  For
freedom of thought, unlike freedom of speech, is unlimited.  And men do not
have the same control over what they feel and think, nor do they have any
understanding of how they became that way.’  Yes, I was furious by your
implacable, condescending demeanor.  My eyes brimming with exasperation, I
told you it was time the JLA became cognizant of the fact that I was an
adult!  And as leader of the JLA, if you were unwilling to hold people
accountable, who portray our fellow superheroes in lewd poses in smutty
magazines-----I was (in the name of decency, God, and motherhood), going to
take matters into my own hands.  And what would the public think, had they
known that their great American idol, Superman, was soft on perverted sexual
groups who slander the females of JLA?

Well, we have had disagreements before.  I can tell when we butt
heads----Superman just purses his thin lips and looks away, like he’s
encountered some deranged female.  Then he doesn’t bring up the subject
again.  It’s a dead issue-----we will never reach a compromise.

Batman’s a little more aggressive----dark flashing eyes-----he walks right
up to me and glowers------tries to intimidate me with his height and
size.........forget it!  It might work for the general public.  But I’m the
woman of steel.  No, I don’t capitulate to anyone-----we are all superheroes
and professionals----We treat each other with respect, courtesy, and
formality.  Do not even try to intimidate me!

Superman has always been more deferential. Probably because everything is
life has always been easy for him, he never had to fight and scramble to
attain his position like Batman.  A soft life makes you naive.  I have
always been able to bully my way around Superman.  So when he reached for my
hand and pulled, I thought he wanted to take me somewhere, and show me
something.  I was caught totally unaware.  Maybe that’s why it was so easy
for him to sit down and pull me across his knees.

I was shocked and furious......let loose a fury of expletives.  Unlike
Wonder Woman—I have never wrestled with anyone who came close to matching me
in strength.  Yielding was a novice experience!  I strained against a steel
arm that easily held me fast!  Funny how I never realized men were so much
stronger then women.  Of course, I never wrestled with Superman!

Then his right hand, which must have hung up in the air for an eternity of
time, came down across my derriere with a horrifying slap. Burning pain
spread over my bum, my eyes began to water----I couldn’t believe my closest
friend and mentor had actually struck me!  Then as reticent as ever, he
never said a word----but deliberately lifted his arm and slowly and
methodically delivered a series of painful swats to my up-turned cheeks!  I
had never felt such pain before, and it was preposterous to think one who
loved me so would intentionally belabor my rear end, because I challenged
his authority.  I felt so little and helpless, trapped in such a vulnerable
position.  His large corded quadriceps pushing into my stomach, and heavy
arm on my waist, had subdued me with little resistance!  I was appalled to
feel his large hand confidently uplift my skirt, slip under my panties and
remove my last vestige of modesty! His calloused palm hurt so much more
against bare skin!  And the loud slap of his hand, rang out like a gunshot. 
The sound put me into a panic, thinking others would hear.  I turned around
to give my dear friend and comrade a beseeching look........please say you
have lost your temper, and stop now.  I will never mention this incident
again.  What!!! No angry, tempestuous expression-----but you were smiling,
impassioned with rapture, while you diligently dealt out the hardest
spanking I had ever had!  The impact from each excruciating wallop shook my
body to the core!  Each intentional spank was uncompromisingly hard!!!

Tears began to flow.  You must have pushed the right buttons----I was a
juvenile again.  I must be guilty of some immature selfish transgression to
deserve this type of humiliating chastisement.  And how many more hard
spankings would I have to endure before I had redeemed myself?  And how
will this establish our future relationship?.....When our stubborn wills go
crashing against each other......Would you be hesitant to place me across
your knees to establish your authority once more?......Will I be afraid to
stand up to you, now that I know how easily you have conquered me?

Truly contrite, my tears now flowed in rivets into melancholy deep pools of
sorrow. I was sorry for my outburst, sorry for my lack of courage, in that I
had clearly chosen to accept an old-fashion bare-bottom spanking rather than
stand up to you, risking your love, and forcing you to treat me as an adult.
No, I was afraid of the cold-hearted adult world, where there exists a
distance and enmity among equals. Rather than risk that lonely path, I had
chosen to accept chastisement to atone for my lack of respect, where I
could be forgiven and enter your sea of love.


General narrative

Batman crashes into the privacy of Superman’s abode.  “Superman, we are
being manipulated!!  An evil humor has infected our group from the Prophesy
Stone!  It was derived from the spanko group we interviewed here.”  Batman
grabs Superman’s hand and interrupts the punishment session. “This heinous
spirit is affecting all of us----making us crave the most perverse deviant
sexual behavior......spanking!!!”

Superman looked shocked.  He blinks at his half-naked cousin writhing on his
lap, in some kind of ecstasy---------her once creamy white bottom, now
glowing with delicious color----her lips almost foaming-----she appeared in
a trance......”nooooo, don’t
stop........harder.......harder.....harder......”

Batman: “We believe this virus has affected the females of our group
more------They have had greater contact with Vince and Richard.”

Wonder Woman crossed her eyes to let everyone know how she felt about that
explanation.
“How many of us were affected?” Superman asked in an astonished voice.

Then they heard an unmistakable SMACK!!!!  SMACK!!!!  SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! 
Distantly......Another one of their members was in serious trouble!  The
valorous quartet was relieved to leave this embarrassing scene, and do what
they do best - rescue those who are in distress.  The foursome raced off
hoping to find some tangible foe they could engage in battle, and relieve
their newly found depraved obsessions.

Finally they stood at their destination, through the winding hallways of the
watchtower.  A steady SMACK!!  SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!  was emanating through the
iron bolted doors!  Batman remembering his embarrassment, wanted to proceed
cautiously, allowing the guilty parties some privacy, as they were not fully
responsible for their salacious behavior. So no more crashing through doors
to rescue people.

Superman and Supergirl used their x-ray vision to inspect discreetly. 
Superman was stupefied!!!!!! He jolted back with unanticipated animosity.

“Why it’s the Green Lantern!!!”  Supergirl blurted out with disbelief.  “He
has his pants down, and he’s spanking himself with a wooden paddle, in front
of the bathroom mirror!!!”

Superman struggled to collect his composure.  “Okay, I believe you now.  We
must have all gone berserk.......The Green Lantern would have never behaved
like this! What do we have to do?”

Then the central core of the JLA watched in horror and disbelief, as
Wonder Woman deliberately unbolted the door, calmly walked up to the Green
Lantern, without any ceremony or introduction, offered him an open hand. 
“You want to play?  This is no way! Lean over, and  I’ll give you 10 good
licks, then you can give me 10.”  Green Lantern blinked in astonishment,
then dumbly handed her the paddle and bent over.  Batman quickly walked
over, restraining the furious Amazon hand holding the paddle. 
Empathetically he shook her violently.

“Have you lost your mind! Don’t you realize the gravity of this situation. 
The Prophecy Stone has somehow turned Richard’s secret obsessions into a
rampaging infection!  If this spreads throughout the world, civilizations
will collapse into absolute debauchery!  Technology will die out!  Learning
centers, fine arts, music and culture will grind to a dead halt!  All
humanity will be chasing after one depraved desire-------the sensuality of
spanking!!  It will obsess and monopolize the greatest minds of our time! 
And the civilized world will end, as we know it!!!!.........This is the
greatest threat we have ever faced!!!!”

Wonder Woman pouted....”I know that!!......It’s just.........I want to play,
just one more time”

Lucky for our group, Superman and Batman were born of iron will power.  They
forced the less ardent team members back to the oval table-----and with just
the force of their strong minds, forceful personalities, and compelling
concentration pulled the evil humors back into the Prophecy Stone.

So Justice triumphs ........and the world was made safe again......from the
most iniquitous evasive adversary our heroic team has ever come up against. 
Thanks to Superman, Batman, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Green Lantern.

And the moral of the story is: (believe me, I would never write a story
without a moral)

If you are ashamed, and secretly obsessed with unspeakable disturbing
fetishes, and have no earthly idea how you got that way..........all you
need to do is call on the Caped-Crusader or his counterpart Superman (Don’t
bother calling Wonder Woman, she is still sulking) , and they will come to
your rescue.  Their determination and powerful resolution will free you of
these heinous thoughts and  imprison them into the Prophecy Stone.  However,
if you were born depraved, and don’t harbor a bit of remorse..........then
don a superhero costume, and meet us for the Crimson Moon Halloween
Party!
[this took place in October 2004 - ed.]
The End