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If you prefer to Role Play we will. Can you help me think of how Starfire's disobedience screws up everything? As I see it, it'll be a short RP, with any possible romantic interest between Cyborg and Starfire being outside the drama. Is that OK?
We have a choice: an RP or a story. I was thinking a story, cause that way we get to play both characters, that way we're both the spankee; however you decide.. . . . Anyway I haven't fully developed it, but Starfire somehow disobeys orders given to her by the Second-in-Command Cyborg, and the Titans' mission fails. They manage to escape by the skin of their teeth. (They're fighting Jinx and her followers.) Anyway, to everyone's surprise, Cyborg picks Starfire up by her waist, caries her to the couch, bares her butt and gives her the licking of her life. Afterward, when Cyborg is leaving, behind his back, Starfire smiles amorously.
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Woe to thee that ignore the warning signs. Woe to thee who enter this dungeon and traverse it's corridors. Know that when you hear the sounds of screams for mercy, and the indistinguishable thwack of a paddle against bare and quivering buttocks, it shall be too late...