Web-Ed's note: Part 5 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 5 – The Rest of the Story

By Leilani

“Ohhhhh!!!  I love your paddle, Wonder Woman.  Makes
you look like a real crime fighter.”


Supergirl’s narrative

I can’t believe this group!  Here we have in our hands the perfect
opportunity to cure sexual perversions and make the world a safer place. 
This prophecy stone has turned out to be more valuable than it’s original
role as ‘census taker’, and Superman won’t budge an inch on his ‘privacy
stand’!  Even this eminent psychiatrist on deviant sexual behavior strikes
me as a little weird.

Dr Anderson clears his throat and continues tactfully with carefully chosen
words. “Psychiatrist as a group are very rarely called upon to treat sexual
fetishes.  We usually see people who come to us for dysfunctional behavior,
that they wish to be cured of.  Behavior that causes them problems with
personal relationships or their occupations.  We work together to help them
control less desirable preoccupations such as smoking, drinking, phobias,
anxiety, or anger.  Moreover, the patient must want to be cured.  Most
people with sexual fetishes don’t want to be cured.  They hopefully learn to
accept and use what arouses them, for their own personal fulfillment.  Most
sexual fetishes manifest themselves in smaller degrees in normal sexual
relationships, either as foreplay or used for arousal.”

Superman kindly thanked the psychiatrist for his time, and showed him out
the door.

Domineering Batman monopolized the meeting as usual. “I think that answers
the question on whether it is ethical to force groups of people to abandon
their fetishes via the prophecy stone.  Most of these people pose no danger
to society what-so-ever--------and they don’t have any intention of
voluntarily seeking ‘treatment’.  It would be tyrannical and detrimental to
the JLA, should we get aboard some anti-BDSM wagon.”

Supergirl was incredulous, “Wait!!!!!  There was something strange about
that psychiatrist.  Superman, did you notice he was wearing pink lace
undies!!!!!”

Superman looked embarrassed, “No I never use my x-ray powers to pry into
people’s private lives.”

Supergirl was seething with anger and sarcasm. “Well!!!!   I’m not so sure we
need to take the word of a closet cross-dressing psychiatrist.  These people
are not harmless to society.  And men who wear woman’s underwear are not
natural.  I’ll prove it and do a quick survey here.....See all our
undergarments are appropriate........Why Green Lantern!!!! Your ass is as
red as Superman’s cape!!!!--------HAVE YOU BEEN SPANKING YOURSELF AGAIN!!!! 
Or lying out in the sun at some nudist colony!!”

Green Lantern cleared his throat nervously, and carried on with what dignity
he could muster. “Nooo.....I haven’t done either.......Since everyone got to
experiment with the latest spanking fetish but me, I decided to ask a
partner to experience what it was like.......Besides, it’s a free
country.......I’ll thank you to keep your x-ray vision to
yourself--------voyeurism, is after all a well-known fetish.”  Embarrassed
he left the room.

Ohhhhh...... I can’t believe he said that to me. And why is everyone
smiling?  And what is Wonder Woman doing with a wooden paddle with the stars
and stripes decal?

Wonder Woman smiling mischievously.  “That was a lot of fun!” She slapped the
wooden paddle noisily across her palm.  “Now, who wants to be next!”

Sometimes I get so angry at this group----I could almost burst a blood
vessel!!!  Sexual perversion is a dangerous crime-----and here are my own
comrades making so light of such a serious issue!

Black Canary speaks up.  “Ohhhhh!!!  I love your paddle, Wonder Woman.  Makes
you look like a real crime fighter.  I wish I had been around when the
prophecy stone was projecting evil humors.  Looks like it might have been a
lot of fun!”

Batman, Superman, and the rest of the cowardly male cohorts quickly slipped
out of the room, just when I was building up a good head of steam.  So I
guess I was just going to have to re-direct my explosive anger at
Wonder Woman, Black Canary, and the female JLA, who were giggling like school
girls.  Then the windows rattled........ and a gust of air blew in......and
suddenly before us was Catwoman!!!!  And Circe!!!!

Now Catwoman is a perfect example of what BDSM fantasies can do to you. 
Dressed in black latex rubber-----corseted to an impossible
waistline----always twirling that black single tail whip-----which was
useless compared to laser guns and real weapons!  She used it just for show,
thinking it made her look sexy.  I think her real powers lay in her deviant
charisma----the way she somehow dazzled the opposite sex.  And she was
carrying a bomb!  Smiling mischievously, she tossed it into the air with a
flippant whirl......this feline was flirtatious with either sex.  Now who
says sexual perverts are harmless!  With the speed of lightning, I grabbed
the bomb, tossed it out the window to dissipate harmlessly somewhere between
heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, Circe reached for the prophecy stone-----Wonder Woman nailed her
with a punch that threw her clear to the other side of the room.  Now where
were the men when you needed them?  But then the prophecy stone went flying
unnoticed to crash into a million shards against the wall.  A thick
treacherous smoke enveloped us all, choking and placing us into a fitful
unwilling slumber.

I was the first to crawl off the floor, and regain my super-senses.  The
first person I became aware of was that vamp, Catwoman.  My crime-fighting
instincts took over then, I tackled her as she attempted to rise to her
feet.  Then I have no idea why I did this!  It certainly wasn’t
premeditated!  But I carried her over to a chair, placed her squirming shiny
black body over my lap, and began to smack her sassy butt!!!  She whined,
and wiggled like a spoiled child.....the noise of my palm striking the black
latex was explosive!!!.....Somehow very satisfying to me.  Then suddenly,
she began to purrrr.....lifted her compliant bottom suggestively up to me, in
rhythm of the smacks. So I reached in and found some snaps, and loosened
them exposing her dainty derriere.  Women’s butts are so much more
aesthetically pleasing than men’s.  Smooth clear skin, now tinged with pink,
breathtakingly beautiful lines—just enough fat to smooth out the thick
gluteal muscle lines.  The way she wiggled was so endearing!  You wanted to
spank her! And besides, she deserved it.  So I spanked her hard, with all my
maternal instincts-----till her errant bottom had a warm delicious red glow.
  She cried broken-heartedly....but never made an effort to get up.  No
crocodile tears, her crying was real!!!! Touched my soul, and made me feel
motherly and protective.

I took a deep breathe of air to clear my mind, then looked around to see
where all the racket was coming from.  Strange how I never noticed it
before.  There was Storm in the corner, spanking Wonder Woman!  And the Black
Canary was holding Circe between her strong locked thighs, and applying her
toughened martial-arts palm to Circe’s cute bottom as well!!!! Circe was
mewing incoherently-----flushed and appeared to be in a trance.  Well my
sisters, I know now those shattered shards of glass upon the floor, was the
prophecy stone----and what was contained within its walls, was no more!  I
met Wonder Woman’s eyes-----what passed between us needed no words for
communication.  “What shall we do now?” She gasped breathlessly between
spanks.

I tried to focus clearly, while a thousand unfamiliar suppressed emotions
and sensual feelings flooded my thoughts.  “I think we need to go to a
Crimson Moon Party and work out these new feelings.” I murmured
automatically.

“I want to go, too!”  A pleading feminine voice piped under my arm of steel.

“You can’t go.  The JLA doesn’t consort with criminals.”

“But we’re in the same boat” whimpered Circe.  “We’ve all under the spell of
the prophecy stone.”

.............................................................................................................


Vince’s Narrative

I couldn’t believe it when Supergirl, the female JLA, even the
supervillanous catwoman and Circe came to our door, wanting to fill out
applications for the October Crimson Moon Party!!  It was just like a dream!
“How long have you had spanking fantasies?  And what makes you think you’d
be interested?”

Catwoman purred, “ Well, actually just yesterday.........  But I know it is
real.  My fascination with latex rubber, I revel in the snug, tight feeling
all over my body.  My passion for black single tail whips. Bought my first
at a carnival, age 10.  Enchanted at first sight------I just had to have it.
  The magical sound of a whip cracked just right, with the grace and
expertise of a master, is better than an orgasm.  Just the sight of the
whip, rolled around my waist, projects an explicit image that brings chills
to any audience.  They understand my subliminal requirements of absolute,
complete obedience. But the fear I project is sensual and enthralling.

Black Canary: “I’ve always been fascinated with the human body. I love firm,
hard muscle------but not the sleek well-toned body of a boring
athlete......but the god-like symmetrical, impossibly developed shape of a
fanatical body-builder!!! Someone who has crossed genetic barriers.....now
displaying an awesome creation, belonging to a subspecies elite race only
seen in comic books.  I know my obsession with martial arts was to explore
and feel this world of genetic freaks.  Our dressing in fabulous tights and
sequins costumes to pair off in wrestling matches in front of mesmerized
audiences.  We were fulfilling some primeval appetite within ourselves, as
well as the public’s. Now if you were to ask me----What was my favorite part
of the human anatomy?------The answer would come automatically-----I’ve
always been captivated by a beautiful derriere.  And why is that?  Is it
because the glimpse of the human bottom is forbidden? ......Always covered
modestly from public view.  Or is it because a freshly-spanked warm, red
bottom signifies submission?  Spanking is a friendly game of play-wrestling,
no real injuries, but my opponent is able to feel my power and closeness of
our bodies.  I hope your men of Crimson Moon prove to be formidable
partners.  Men who are able to take all I can dish out, or we will be dearly
disappointed.” Black Canary flexed some astounding muscle.
Wonder Woman held her dreaded golden lasso under my nose----“My favorite
weapon, one I simply couldn’t live without..........my golden
lasso.”...........She pulled it playfully and let go, the lasso stretched
then snapped me sharply on the rear......”My favorite target.....your ass!”

Vince nervously, “Are you going to come as tops, bottoms, or switches?”

Storm was enchanting.  Platinum golden hair, alabaster skin.....She looked
like a Greek Goddess brought to life.  “We are all coming as tops.  I always
felt the female dominatrix was a more feminine figure.  It’s a more personal
relationship, to play with someone who attempts to read your mind and enact
out your fantasies.  Someone who is clearly captivated and dedicated to
reading hidden signals and body language.”

Circe nodded in agreement.  “None of us are passive enough to play
submissive.  We have to have unconditional control of our fantasies.”

There was something chilling about the way she put that. I was beginning to
have reservations about this supergroup.  “Are you sure you want to
come.....Playing for a single woman may not be completely safe?”

Supergirl towered over me.  “We’ll manage.  I’ll look after the girls.”

“Maybe for starts.......until you get the hang of things......You should
bring partners, and limit yourself to playing with other superheroes.”

Wonder Woman giggled, “Noooooo.....Wayyyyyy.  Batman and Superman are tooooo
stuffy!”

Vince picked his words carefully. “It makes it extra complicated because you
are all endowed with super-human strength.  Maybe you could try girl-girl
spanking.”

Black Canary rolled her eyes.  “We’ve done that already......It’s
borrrrring.......We want some male butts to spank.”

Vince swallowed hard.  “It’s awfully expensive for single woman to attend
the party.  They have to pay three to four times the rate of couples.”

Wonder Woman demanded, “Are you trying to get rid of us!”

Vince: “Of course not!  Now in the case of you gracious ladies, the party
fee will be waived.  But in order to come to the party, you will have to
observe a few simple rules.  Most important is the safe word.  It’s just
like the traffic lights.....Red is to stop, green means go”.............It
looks like my speech is just lost on these superwomen.  They’re just
exploring about......not paying the least bit of attention to me. 
Wonder Woman is fascinated with the CM Flaim.......Storm is in love with my
lexan paddle, and Catwoman is cracking Kerrie’s rattan canes.  They look
dangerous.

Suddenly the phone rang......it was a relief to leave the room.....I didn’t
realize how sweaty my hands were until I lifted the receiver...It was
Leilani!  “Leilani, you’ll never guess whose here!  The whole blessed female
JLA plus Catwoman and Circe!  They want to come to the CM party as
tops....and they’re not even listening to my speech on safety issues.  And I
think they want to practice on me!”

“Why don’t you just send them over to Jonathan’s” , murmured Leilani
remembering Jonathan’s latest remark on her stories.  “Just tell ol’ iron
butt, there are six beautiful superwomen on the way.  Besides, it’s not like
the JLA to consort with the likes of Catowman and Circe.  Are you sure they
are not just dressed up for the costume party?”

Vince sounded exasperated.  “You know as well as I, that was the authentic
JLA!  Why Richard and I haven’t sat down since!”

Leilani was calm.  “Well somehow it doesn’t sound right.  Try to get rid of
them----Promise them you’ll play with them later----I’ll call for help and
get back with you.”

There was a very sweet feminine voice in the background. 
“Ohhhh.....Vince!!!  We want your ass over here-------Get off the phone
honey.”

“Coming, dear.”  It took all my tact and skill to convince them I would meet
with them at a later time, before the party-----as a screen-----to teach six
over-enthusiastic super-heroines how to play safely?

About an hour and a half later, I met with Richard and Leilani—thought I was
about to burst from the tension.

Leilani began, “I spoke with Commissioner Gordon, and he contacted Batman. 
Batman believes the vapors from the shattered prophesy stone has somehow
infected these superheroines and villains.  The plan is, if they show up
again to be screened for the party, stall them.  Kerrie and I will send up
the Bat signal.......Batman promises he will be there in 15 minutes with the
whole male JLA enforce.”

Vince was still exasperated.  “What is going to happen to me in 15 minutes
between six superheroines?”

“Don’t worry Vince, I’ll help you out.”  Richard had been sitting there with
a certain glazed look over his eyes.  Kept muttering some incoherent
statement over and over again, about six incomparably beautiful Amazons, all
indoctrinated with his most debauched hidden fantasies.  Fantasies so
lascivious......even he was unaware of.......so deeply hidden in the
recesses of his subconscious mind.

Leilani was concerned.  “Richard, wake up!  This is really dangerous!  Do
you need more help, Vince?  Maybe I could come over.......read to them for
hours, from some boring medical journal.......about safe sex.  Just in case
Batman doesn’t show up.”

But it was unlike Vince to shirk responsibility.  “No, I don’t want anyone
else involved.  The reputation of CM is at stake.  Richard and I are board
members-------we will handle it.  Just make sure you and Kerrie get that Bat
signal up in time.”

(To be continued in real-life at the party.  See you there.)

[this took place in October 2004 - ed.]
The End

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