As Diana arrived at the arena, the first thing she saw was Kara. The girl was sitting on the ground while several of the amazons were speaking among themselves about what had happened and Kara. All of it suddenly stopped as Wonder Woman came into view, landing softly just in front of Supergirl, much different from the girl's own landing. The mere view of the blonde just sitting there like that was enough to get rid of any anger remaining in Diana's mind, and it took most of her willpower to resist the urge of simply hugging Kara and telling her everything would be alright. No; they'd have time for that later, but Diana knew the punishment was just as needed as the comfort which would come after it.

"Get up, Kara" She spoke. Her voice wasn't angry anymore, although the strictness was even more present now. That because now Diana was having to force herself to act strict, unlike before, when the anger for Artemis's wounds made it just natural. As she gave her that order, Diana put one hand on her hip. "Look into my eyes. We both know what happened, and the reason for the punishment that you are about to receive from me." Diana was a very direct person. So she thought it was for the best to let Kara know from the very begin that she'd be punished, and that her punishment would be administered by no other than Diana. It should've been an obvious guess, since Diana was the only person on the island who could make Kara feel pain. "Many different punishments have been discarded by me as I thought about what to do. Even calling your cousin was an option I considered, however I think we both agree that he doesn't need to know."

As she spoke, Diana took a deep breath as she prepared to reveal what would be Kara's punishment. "Also, since you're here to train, there's no point in having you grounded for a month. And I'd never allow myself or anyone else to beat you, so there's no way that you'll get an Amazonian corporal punishment also. No. Instead..." She stopped for a moment, wanting to make sure Kara was paying attention. "I've decided to do just what my mother used to do to me. It feels appropriated given the circumstances. So I've come to decide..." As she said that, Diana walked up to a fallen marble column and turned around to face Kara again. "That you're getting spanked."

Hunched over with her face in both of her hands, Kara was more than a sorry sight by the time Diana finally made her return to the fields. Despite knowing what was coming, Supergirl was almost relieved to hear she had made it. After ten minutes stretched to an eternity by judgemental gazes and hushed whispers, at least SOMETHING was going to happen. At her elder’s order, Kara took her face out of her hands, a permanent frown etched into her expression as she slowly rose to two feet, making no use of her flying powers to take back off the ground. On two feet now, she crossed her arms as Diana addressed her - returning the requested gaze with eyelids half-mast, making it clear she was unimpressed by anything Wonder Woman was about to throw at her.

“Punishment” was expected and not something she was particularly foreign to, having lived on the Amazon’s island for the last while. Usually, it meant being sent home from training early and confined to her quarters for the night, or a strict lecture on what she did wrong, or even more rigorous training. She knew this was getting off lightly compared to the Amazonians, who had a punishment-centered culture that Kara didn’t even like to talk about. With enhanced hearing, she could hear the wails and cries of ill-behaved Amazons no matter where she sat on the island, and while she was concerned at first, she quickly learned that no permanent or malevolent harm came to the woman affected. The Amazons were like a great big family.

...which only made her feel like more of an outlier, having just practically destroyed their living room.

When groundings and Clark’s involvement were taken out of the question, Kara’s short list of what to expect had been run thin. With an uncertain expression, she watched Diana with weary, yet content eyes, unsure of what she should be anticipating. But no amount of preparation could’ve prepared her for that. “You’re getting spanked.” Kara’s unamused expression softened fast, as her eyes read Diana’s face for traces of sarcasm, or metaphorical speech - naturally, being Wonder Woman, there was none to be found. Quickly, Kara darted across the field, temporarily leaving the ground before stepping back down and tugging Diana’s shoulder so that neither were facing the crowds.

“Say it a little louder, could you?! Jeez!” Kara hastily chided her, the blood rushing to her cheeks. The surrounding Amazon’s discourse picked up once again, though laying low enough not to disturb their conversations, it was obvious they had heard Wonder Woman. “A-And no! I’m too old for that, now! Why can’t I just do, I don’t know, a bunch of push-ups or something?” Kara suggested in a sharp whisper. “That’s what Artemis would make me do…”

Diana had to force herself not to chuckle at Kara's embarrassed reaction. Instead, all she did was keep that dead serious glance as she grabbed the girl's wrist, making sure she'd not try to get away from her. "Yes, that's what Artemis would've done. However, it didn't work, otherwise you would not be in this situation." She knew Kara was ashamed, especially since amazons started whispering again. Diana heard as one of them said 'No way!' When other suggested Kara was about to get spanked. "There's no need to be embarrassed at them hearing that you'll be getting a spanking from me, Kara. Your spanking will happen right now and here. They'll see it anyway"

Diana wasn't sure of what Kara's reaction would be after she found out that her spanking was going to happen right there in the arena, where everyone could see, although it wasn't a very unusual thing - amazons were like sisters, and mostly their punishments would be handled accordingly regardless of how many onlookers were around, but she decided at least to spare the girl some dignity and let her make her own choice. "Listen to me, Kara. I'm going to release your wrist, and your reaction after that is going to decide how long I'll spank you. You can get over my lap and take your punishment willingly, like a good girl, or try to escape, in which case I'm going to fetch the paddle my mom used to spank me with." This wasn't actually giving Kara an option, she knew, but amazons respected those who accepted their failure and the punishment for it. Diana realized this would help rebuild their confidence in Kara.

Just as she promised, Diana let go of Kara's wrist and waited to see what she would do. Even if she tried to escape, Diana was faster and stronger than her. She'd simply bring Kara back, and become very angry in the process. "Now, Kara, get over my lap." As she patted her firm, muscular thighs, Diana could hear more whispers from the amazons, but decided it would be better simply to ignore them. There, sitting on that white pillar and waiting for a teenager to lay across her knees for a spanking, anyone would swear Diana was a Greek goddess ready to discipline someone. She wanted to tell her amazon sisters to shut up since their whispering at each other was only adding to Kara's embarrassment and making things more difficult, but knew that she couldn't.

Her eyes analyzed carefully each and every expression within Kara's body in the perhaps split second that probably would take her to decide. Diana's eyebrows were raised as she waited, while other amazons watched in amusement as their strongest warrior was about to put Kara across her lap for a spanking. It was a light punishment compared to what most amazons would've suffered for doing such damage to the island, but at the same time probably more humiliating than most of them. "Sooo...?"

At a loss for words, Kara strained her ear to hear over the Amazon’s reactions. Many nodded with approval of Diana’s plans, others were in shock, a few of the elders debated if that was even punishment enough. Easily overwhelmed with a tidal wave of embarrassment and disbelief alike, Kara ran her hand up and through her medium-length blonde hair as she blinked many, many hard times to try and think of any kind of proper response to this. In her momentary confusion, her guard was down long enough for Diana to seize her wrist, cutting her back to the real world quick as she stared up to Wonder Woman like a deer in headlights. She easily could’ve pulled herself free, hard enough to even injure Diana in the process - but given her current situation, Supergirl was much more content to show her belly and not risk digging a deeper grave than she already had. Just picturing the proposed punishment made maintaining eye-contact hard. In her mind, Kara pictured herself draped pathetically over Wonder Woman’s muscular thigh, her skirt barely long enough to cover her up-lifted backside, possibly taking place in the regenerative pond, or some place else quiet and desolate. And even that thought was significantly worse than any other scenario she could put her mind to.

So, when Diana told her that she’d be receiving no such privacy, that her punishment was to take place outdoors in front of what must’ve been well over thirty prying eyes now - Kara glared at her as if she was insane and took a precautious step back, though held fast to her position by Diana’s tightened grasp on her wrist. “W-w-what?” Kara stammered, trying to find anything she could say to save her own skin here. Looking over her shoulder, she observed the reactions of the many Amazonians watching. Very few looked at all surprised that her punishment would take place publicly. Diana released her wrist, and Kara retracted her hand back quickly. She took another step back before her offer was made. Still silent with despair, she glanced between Diana, the Amazons, and the ground several times over, as Wonder Woman sat patiently on her post like a mother waiting to discipline her own child.

She could try to run. At the speed of sound, Kara could take off and make it two-thirds onto the other side of the earth before Diana could blink. But she couldn’t run forever, and even if she wanted to, Kara would be leaving behind a whole population of strong-willed women who all probably wanted a turn at her ass after what she had done to their training quarters. Sweat built up on the Girl of Steel’s brow as she was faced with an impossible decision. With a gulp, she finally decided she could at least try to reason with Diana. “Look, Wonder-Um, Diana…” Kara stuttered, her hands crossed behind her back. “Can’t we talk about this? You’re not my mom, or anything!” Her fingers fidgeting nervously behind her, she shut her eyes as she tried thinking again. “...even if I wasn’t too old for this, shouldn’t it be Clark, or Karen? Just… not you! And not here!”

Diana did her best to ignore her sisters as she focused solely on Kara. With her arms crossed just below her chest, Wonder Woman looked strict, though under such an exterior there was a surprisingly soft version of herself, against which she had to fight as she watched Kara's reactions to her and the other amazons' words. Public punishments had never been an issue for anyone on the Paradise Island, but as the young woman tried to argue, Diana for a second questioned herself if a spanking - and a public one - would be the best punishment for Kara. However, now was too late. She couldn't back down anymore.

"Yes, Kara. We can and we will talk about this, after your punishment is over." Diana said, sending Kara her best glare as she became a bit annoyed with the girl's arguing back. Another thing they didn't have to deal with in Themyscira, since everyone was already used to this life style. "You're right in saying that I am not your mother. However, it was by your choice that Clark made me responsible for you. And not only your safety and training, but punishing you whenever it is needed to. Everyone in the island is by now used to being publicly punished, although most of them get much worse than you are just about to get."

"Now I'll say it again. You can come over my lap willingly, like a big girl, or resist and get it much worse. If you do not get across my thighs by the time I count up to three, I'll understand that you've chosen the second option." As she said that, Diana's body shifted a bit in place as she adjusted. Her stern, narrowed waited for a response - not only that, Diana made sure to prepare to an occasion Kara would choose the second option. Over her thighs, Diana's blue skirt and the rest of her armor made her look more strict as she started counting:

"One." Diana said as she convinced herself it was for the best. She decided to make it slow, since she wanted to give Kara time to think. Wonder Woman's eyes stared right into Kara's own, making it painfully obvious that nothing she said was to be taken lightly. She was sure about that, and would remain that way regardless of whatever attempt Kara made to talk herself of this punishment. Knowing it'd have more impact if she showed Kara she wasn't just making empty threats. "Two"

If being told that Amazonians were used to punishment being an all-inclusive event was supposed to be comforting, it failed. Now knowing that this process was familiar to the Amazons only made Kara feel more squeamish about letting them watch. After all, she was Supergirl! Girl of Steel! Cousin of Kal-El! Up-and-coming heroine that had potential to match Wonder Woman’s feats herself! To be put over some other heroine’s knee and disciplined like a child in front of thirty prying eyes with little concern for her privacy was unthinkable. The Amazons wouldn’t forget, and if that info ever got out, she could never be a successful heroine. Chattering her fingernails with her teeth worriedly, Kara looked up between Diana and the floor a few worried times.

Wonder Woman had assured her that she herself was punished like this back when she was much younger. Kara had not taken this as any source of comfort originally, but now that she thought about it, Diana was one of the top three founding members of the JLU - the very group she aspired to be a part of. But as if being punished in front of all these viewing women wasn’t hard enough, for it to be Wonder Woman, the Amazonian goddess her and Barbara could stay up way too late obsessing about, was significantly worse. Her feet dug into the ground as she tried racking her brain for any ideas of what to do, how to get out of this, how to escape. Even her bargaining had attracted several more onlookers. Things would only get worse from here.

With a gulp, before Diana could say “three,” Kara forced her dainty legs to drag through the grass and over by Wonder Woman’s side. She shut her eyes tightly, her breathing unsteady and uncertain above all else as she rethought her decision again and again. Finally, with no time left to spare, Kara sighed defeatedly and knelt down, positioning her waist over Diana’s knee with her skirt-covered backside pointed outwards. Her hands reached out to touch the ground, but over Wonder Woman’s taller thighs, she was practically suspended in air. Pursing her lips, Kara opened her eyes only once, being met with a scenic view of the ocean far ahead. It only just then occurred to her that her positioning was probably giving the closest Amazonians a view a good ways up her skirt, and could only hope that it wasn’t far enough to reveal anything - her hand reached back tugged the ends of her skirt to cover as much as they could as she muttered “Just… be fast.” miserably.

Diana nodded in agreement at Kara's whisper, although the she couldn't see that given her current position. Diana had deliberately avoided saying 'three' despite the time that Kara took to lay over her lap, because she both wanted the kryptonian to think it straight and wasn't sure if she could bring herself to hit Kara with an implement like her mother would - she barely was managing to fight her own instincts of letting this current punishment drop. But now, with Kara positioned across her knees with her backside sticking up, Diana swallowed every last bit of hesitation still in her mind and slowly took note of what she was about to do.

Her eyes went first to Kara's skirt, wondering if she should pull it up right from the start. However, Diana decided against it because she figured out it would be easier (maybe less hard would be a more appropriated term) to both her and Kara if they got used to the punishment from beforehand, Diana to smacking the blonde girl's rump and Kara to being spanked in front of over thirty expectant amazons. Taking a deep breath, she ignored the comments from the onlookers, although some were hard not to roll her eyes at. After what seemed like an eternity, but hadn't been more than a few seconds, Diana decided what course of actions to take as she prepared to punish the girl over her lap. She shifted her body a bit, making sure both her and Kara would be as comfortable as possible during the spanking, then hesitantly patted Kara's skirt, making sure it was covering her backside for now. Once it was done, Diana rested her hand on the kryptonian's covered rump and spoke up:

"Okay, Kara. Time to get it started." As she said that, Diana bent her upper body over Kara's own and took in her free hand one of Kara's wrists. "I'll take this arm and keep it pinned to your back because I don't want to risk hurting your hand if you try to put t in the way. Just... Well, just remember crying is not something you must be embarrassed of, if it happens. I'll try to make this as quick as I can." And with that, after pinning down Kara's wrist against the middle of her back - Diana didn't worry too much about her other hand since her upper body was blocking its way to Kara's backside -, Diana readjusted her body and slowly raised the hand that was previously resting on Supergirl's skirt.

SMACK! The first slap came down without much strength. Actually, it was barely enough to get some reaction from Kara, and she even heard some of the amazons comment she was going too soft on purpose, while another's opinion was that Diana had to make sure that Kara would be sleeping on her belly for at least a full week. Neither of these were things Diana agreed to. She raised her arm again and brought once more her hand down, this time considerably stronger, maybe enough to get a yelp if Kara was unprepared for such pain. However, even then Diana knew she needed to go stronger. The reason for her to have started soft is simply because she had no idea of how much Kara could take. With Superman, Diana could go all out and even then they'd be equals. But she obviously couldn't hit Kara with the same strength she'd use to punch Clark, and as such she decided to go on like that. SMACK! ... SMACK ... SMACK! There was a small gap, maybe three seconds or so, between each smack, but as Diana's slaps got progressively much stronger, so did the interval between each of them become smaller. Diana would keep alternating the places she hit, hitting first the center of Kara's bottom, then the right side and the left side, then repeat the process. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Just being forced to stay in this bent over, vulnerable position for so long as Diana seemingly contemplated what to do was punishment enough. Every second that went by was packed full of tension, Kara’s mind spinning in circles as she asked a thousand questions with no answers to herself. Several Amazons whispered in their own expectant privacy, but Kara heard every one - a full range of emotions from “she’s a sweet girl, she just needs a firm hand” to “I hope Diana doesn’t let her up until her bottom is colored a deep red!” To hear these spectators comment on her body so publicly like this only peaked Kara’s nerves to unreachable heights. So immersed in the Amazon’s dialogue, she completely spaced out from Diana herself, being snapped back to reality as her hand took its place atop her thin, short skirt.

Feeling her entire body clench up reflexively, Kara had to do everything in her power not to strike out against the palm place upon her. Her eyes closed softly, not knowing what to expect, but only really finding solace in trying to mute out the world around her. As Diana spoke up, she opened one eye loosely, looking behind her as she waited. Wonder Woman arching over her back was felt in excruciating detail, her second eye opening as a drop of sweat ran down her cheek. With her arm pulled up and behind her back, Kara grunted with discomfort. “Do you really have to-” Kara began to ask, but already knew the expected response. “Ugggh.” She sighed, dropping her head down expectantly.

“...what is that supposed to mean?” Kara questioned herself at Wonder Woman’s… “assurance.” She expected this to be over after a few fast swats. It was going to be more embarrassing than it was painful. “I think I’ll be fine.” She muttered in her mind. Feeling Diana’s hand lift from her skirt - just as she was getting slightly used to having someone else’s hand on her rear - she braced herself for the first of few impacts. Rather than anything sharp or painful, though, the strike came slow and only dusted off the end of her skirt. Blinking with surprise, Kara sighed. This was going to be easy. “Just power through it.” She reminded herself, though her blush made worse just knowing Diana had touched her bottom.

The second strike came fast an unexpected, prompting an uneasy breath from Kara’s mouth as she absorbed the swat. Mortal pain was not something she was quite familiar with, so even over her skirt, the discomfort felt after Diana’s hand left her bottom was foreign to her. Murmurs ran through the spectators as Kara got to know their opinions of her punishment much better than she had any desire to. She rolled her eyes, awaiting the next series of smacks, which came in long and fast. Starting to feel a heat building up inside her behind, Kara couldn’t hold back the occasional “Eep!” or “Aah!” from her lips as she shut her eyes tightly, trying to keep her reactions as minimal as possible. Again, and again, and again, Diana’s palm returned to her bottom without pausing. No place of her rear went untouched, the impact of Wonder Woman’s hand burning into both cheeks and across her center.

“When i-is thi-is goin-g to e-end?!” Kara asked, her voice bouncing with the every swat as her hair fell over her head.

Diana watched Kara's reactions with a sharp look as her spankings grew in strength and speed every second. By the time she got the first verbal response, Diana was hitting strong enough to lift dust from the ground around her through the small shockwaves that were created with each slap. However, she hadn't reached the intended effect just yet, and kept increasing the power of each blow. Her arm was a blur, the sound of each smack mixing with the following one in a continuous SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK. She watched with satisfactions as Kara's responses to the punishment also increased in proportion, although this was not what she was seeking either.

"When I think you've been punished enough." Diana's answer seemed to please the onlookers, although she didn't pay attention to what they were saying. Each smack made Kara's skirt move, sometimes giving Diana a peek of under it. As time went on, she adjusted her hand between smacks so that her fingers were together instead of spreading open. Diana kept her hand rigid, and every time it came down mostly her stiff fingers would hit the kryptonian's bottom, sending a much sharper stinger than her palm would.

Eventually as she became satisfied with the strength her smacks reached, Diana started hitting more consistently. Rather than simply continue to alternate cheeks throughout all the spanking, Diana's hand would fall two, sometimes even three or four times in a row to the same place, making the sting really sink into Kara's cheeks before moving on. The fact that Diana was only using her fingers meant that each smack barely made her backside bounce, leaving very little recover to the abused flesh before the following slap came and reignited the sting sensation way before it vanished. Even through the fabric of her skirt it should be like the sensation of slapping water, except that it was applied to her bottom instead, and came over and over again in quick succession rather than only one time.

"Ouch, this seems painful" One of the amazons commented. Diana didn't look, but recognized Calyce's voice. She is a carpenter in the island, and a person adianta liked very much. Diana noticed that Calyce hadn't been there before, which meant at least some more amazons were arriving at the arena as time went on. And as it did, Diana started wondering if she should flip up the girl's skirt already. She knew Kara would strongly oppose it, but also knew that she would regardless of Diana doing this now or later. During the few seconds she took to make this decisions, six smacks had mad their way to Supergirl's bottom before Diana's hand finally stopped. All the momentary relief that Kara may have felt at that would be soon taken away, however, by Wonder Woman's next words.

"You've done well so far, but we're not over yet." Still holding Kara's arm against her back with one hand, Diana grabbed her skirt and in one swift motion flipped over her back, revealing her panties and the two pink globes under it.

Kara groaned miserably as her spanking continued. She hasn’t expected it to go on this long, much less to actually hurt - yet she still found herself struggling to keep still with every well-earned swing of Diana’s motivated palm that bounced off of Kara’s upright backside. Her skirt sucked in most of the impact and her super-skin below it was strong enough to only let little of Diana’s enhanced strength nip at her toned rear underneath - what frightened Kara most was knowing the longer this spanking went on, the more of an audience she was attracting. She’d be on Paradise Island some weeks after this training more and more, and it’s not like she could blend in - Kara was hoping at least SOME Amazon’s would hear about her childish punishment over Diana’s knees rather than see it. More whispers ran through the crowd, most along the lines of “she’ll get what’s coming to her” and other things that did little to heighten her spirit.

Diana’s increased speed and new techniques didn’t go unnoticed either. Soon enough, Supergirl found herself losing count of how long she had spent laid atop of Wonder Woman’s thighs, instead shifting her body left and right as she grit her teeth in order to cope. The sting continued to build more and more in certain parts of her round rear, and her skirt edged up little by little to show off more of her skinny legs for those with front-row seats. One particular voice carried above the others; “she’s learning that no one is above consequences. Not even ‘Supergirl.’” The cutting tone of cynicism attached to her name wounded Kara worse than any blow her bottom was suffering under Diana’s hands, although they still hurt all the same, make no mistake. Kara shut her eyes tightly as she attempted to cope, her cheeks burned a guilty red.

Just as she was about to ask herself “how can this get worse,” the universe answered her question as cool air and the judgemental gazes of over thirty Amazon’s became much more familiar with Kara’s newly exposed bottom. Kara’s eyes widened to the size of golf-balls as she gasped, her arm stretching out to the ground to catch herself after such a jarring reveal. Having expected this to be a mistake on Wonder Woman’s behalf, she called out “DIANA!” flusteredly and uselessly struggled with her free arm to flip her skirt back over her backside. A dainty pink pair of panties was all that covered her modesty from the many viewing Amazon’s, a few of which even clapped as Diana took charge. “Put it back, put it BACK!” Kara demanded, her face bright pink with embarrassment as she started to struggle harder and harder.