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[Tangerine]

Whether a gentle pat, a quick smack, or a punishing swat; Barbara’s taut hero-butt never failed to reward the villain’s efforts with a hypnotising bounce. In the criminal word, probably Harley had just become the most knowledgeable person concerning the female bat’s buttocks. On the other hand, there was still a lot to learn about the fiery heroine and her expressive bottom. The most obvious curiosity being how it looked without that form-fitting costume, which the clown intended to find out.

“Here’s a spark!” To provide the girl’s shapely butt cheeks with another excuse to bounce about, Harley pulled her hand back and swiftly hurled it at her victim’s nicely curved backside. “Oh, I see another one!” Another time her hand cut through the air, grazing the girl’s full orbs at the end of a full swing. If the heroine indeed doubted the so-called spark between them, Harley could always make the girl feel it by igniting her bottom. “Mhh…” A silly grin stretched the clown’s pink lips. “How romantic…” With another well-landed smack, she attended to her partner’s butt.

“A splendid night.” Slender fingers tapped on Barbara’s butt, before the twisted villain rested the rest of her hand on the girl as well. “You, me…” She initiated another butt-rubbing break. “Your little butt.” Her hand roamed the girl’s rear, sliding around and through the hills. For someone who seemed to despise lying across her lap, Barbara’s gifted bottom responded to her caressing quite well. Had the heroine even noticed that the clown was undoing the bottoms of her costume while she massaged her butt so nicely?

After a while, Harley could once again look the heroine in the face, which was cutely red. “I dare you to watch, cupcake.” The deranged blonde held the girl’s trousers on either side of the garment, intended to unmask the heroine in a different manner. Harley began to yank that tight article of clothing down, her mad smile growing wider the lower the waistline went. And if the virtuous heroine didn’t act, she would be smiling quite widely soon.

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

Barbra let out another stiffled grunt as her generous rear receiver another spank. The two orbs bouncing in concession as the clown went on smacking her bum. With every strike, she wiggled over her lap. This was such a strange situation, and that’s saying something. Out of all those years training to be a crime fighter, Barbs never suspected to be over some clowngirls knees, yet here she was. Alas, the location for that sale was the only thing that was keeping her there. Or at least that’s what she kept telling herself…

“Ack! I don’t see, Ow! Anything, Yikes! R-Romantic about this Harley!! Also my butt isn’t little!!” Batgirl countered. As the smacks rained down on her plump rear, Barbs again let out a content moan to the rubs. Perhaps it wasn’t that she hated being spanked, but who the spanker was. “Being spanked doesn’t count as there being a spark Harley” She panted.

The caped crusaders eyes turned to saucers as she realized what Harley was planning. Before she could even react properly she felt her tights get tugged down, revealing a fresh pair of pink cheeks and a simple black thong. There was a reason for her regaling undies. Barbra is perfectly aware of how horny a lot of thugs can be; so along with the cape to cover her curves, she opted on wearing a thong to avoid a VPL. She never thought that it would be exposed!! Her glorious rear cheered as they were freed from their elastic prison. Another chill want up the caped crusader’s spine as her warm bare cheeks were exposed to not only the elements, but Harley as well.

[Tangerine]

It had required her to tenderize the victim a bit, and also some level of distraction had been used as well, but after that, pulling those leggings down was relatively easy. Given the rather intriguing combination of a full butt and the tightness of the garment, quite a bit of yanking was inevitable though. Her hands on either side of the lying heroine, Harley freed the girl’s butt, rolling the fabric down to her knees. The dark vigilante didn’t look so dark anymore, even though she had donned more black underneath her elastic costume it seemed. And a certain part of her body felt quite elastic too.

After that necessary little setback, Harley’s dominant hand returned to the young woman’s well-exposed butt. Fingers of crime traced Barbra’s curvy behind as the clown’s hand made a few complete trips around the girl’s bottom. It felt smooth and tender, and Harley surely loved to get to know the young vigilante better, especially this well-rounded part of her. “I see all your crime-fighting squats paid off after all.” There were still some curves the heroine could trim off a little, but it only added to her appeal. A cheery giggle accompanied it, as Batgirl’s bare skin was rubbed and groped by the crazy clown princess. And the heroine’s convenient choice of underwear left little to the imagination about that not-little bum.

After giving it a firm squeeze, Harley lifted her hand. “Alright, bat-brat.” The heroine was already pink down there, but there was still plenty of room for improvement. Her hand struck the girl on the butt. “Phase two!” One could spot a twinkle in the villain’s eye as Harley watched the dance of her victim’s pretty butt after another well-placed smack given to it. Like a big wheel, her stretched arm turned round twice, inflicting a nice smack on each orb. Inevitably, bare hand on bare cheeks produced a more satisfying tune.

“Does this come from your boring cave too?” Harley addressed to the girl’s thong. Holding the waistband, she pulled it up, digging the black undergarment into the pink cheeks. At the same time, she didn’t resist lashing her palm across the heroine’s buttocks.

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

Barbra knew that if Harley chose to reveal her secret identity it would be disastrous, however given her current situation she would prefer that. She jumped a little as she felt the clown girl’s glove covered hand roam her pink hills. The rough material felt foreign to her bare cheeks as Harley giggled with glee. “Shut up Harley” was the only thing the caped crusader could muster as Harley complimented her behind. A little moan escaped her lips as her orbs were squeezed.

“Phase two?!” She cried, turning her head back to look into the clown girl’s gleeful eyes. The sensation of a rough palm smacking bare skin nearly knocked Barbra off her lap. Her bottom made waves as the slap left a dark pink mark on her bum. The stinging slaps to her bare rear caused the caped crusader to really wiggle around. She kicked her legs and wiggled her butt, trying desperately to avoid her punishment.

“Ah! I didn’t get them from the cave! Ow! It’s just normal underwear!” Barbra retorted. She was caught completely off guard as Harley tugged her tight thong up her rear. The thin material squeezing through both her cheeks and nether regions made the oncoming swats a lot more painful.

[Tangerine]

The so-called second phase of the heroine’s spanking session just meant more swats her pretty butt had to welcome. And there was going to be a third stage in which Harley was willing to use a nice, sturdy paddle. At the moment, the girl’s normal, so to speak, underwear stretched tighter as the villain ensured than thin piece of fabric really vanished between the round cheeks. At the same time, Harley delivered a firm smack on those nicely exposed buttocks. “You sure they’re not special?” The cheeky villain questioned, though not without lashing her hand across Barbra’s shapely butt.

To make this even a more private affair, Harley wished to reveal more of Batgirl. “Then you wouldn’t mind if you just,” she pulled the undergarment in the opposite direction, swiftly yanking it down over the girl’s thighs, “lose them.” The clown utterly exposed the brave crime-fighter. For the most part, how Batgirl looked was no longer a mystery to her. “Ta-da!” The splendid view of the young heroine’s surprisingly full buttocks only tempted Harley to slap them more. And she did. Alternating between equally inviting cheeks, the clown began to play the round pair of drums on her lap. She allowed neither of them to stop bouncing as repeated blows rained down on Barbra’s bottom.

At the eventual end of the frequently applied set of smacks, Harley started to stroke the girl’s butt. Not necessarily to give them some comfort, but the clown just enjoyed caressing the heroine’s generous bottom. While her fingers glided across the cheeks, recoloured skin flashed through the gaps between them. “I bet you’ll remember me the next time you sit, cupcake.” She wrapped an arm across the heroine’s waist. “Now… Where were I?” Her fingers stopped sliding about as Harley held onto a randomly selected butt cheek. “This one?” She gave it a squeeze. “Oor, this?” Her hand shifted to the opposite orb as Harley clutched it firmly.

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

“I’m sure! They’re just normal underwear!” Batgirl gritted through her teeth as she felt Harley toy with her bottom. Now that everything was on display, Barbra knew Harley wouldn’t hold back. She blushed as she felt just how much her bottom bounced around without her tights on. Its funny, almost as if all that training just made her ass bigger rather than firmer.

Barbra gasped as she felt her tight thong get tugged down her thighs, completely making her cheeks bare. “H-hey! Pull those back up!” She grunted, trying to reach back and grab what little dignity she had left. Barba was stopped as the clown girl turned her super cheeks into bongo drums. Each slap creating another pink hue on her bubbly cheeks.

By the time Harley stopped with the strikes, Batgirls bottom had a dark pink glow. In spite of the cold air, it felt like her rear was on fire! The only sense of comfort Barbra felt was the oddly soothing hands of Harley. The young woman couldn’t help but moan softly as the hand caressed her battered cheeks. Her toes curled as she felt Harley grip her rear firmly. “Sh-shut up Harley” was the only thing she could muster as the clown girl continued to squeeze her sore cheeks.

[Tangerine]

Leggings rolled down, knickers around the thighs, butt fully exposed: Batgirl hardly looked the part of a fearless little ninja. Instead, just like the underwear she claimed to be, she looked like a normal gal. A gal who had been awfully bad lately. On the other hand, her wit and cheekiness still seemed to be in place. Although that wasn’t exactly her intention, Harley’s session was not only aimed at hurting her backside a little, but it also targeted the heroine’s pride. And squealing across a deranged clown’s lap mustn’t have been a quite prideful moment for a renowned crime-fighter. No need to mention how she moaned whenever the crazy villain rubbed her pink cheeks.

“Hm…” Pale digits kept roaming the girl’s bare bottom. “Lil’bat had better watch her attitude.” With that little bit of warning, Harley raised her hand, bringing it down across the bitter vigilante’s exposed bottom. “Or mama would whip out the paddle!” Her flat palm cut through an invisible cloud of giggles and struck the girl’s butt. With two more swats, her fingers roughly swept each round orb. “You know what?” One way to stop an arrogant heroine from interrupting her speech was to keep her busy. Or her butt busy, for that matter. Thus, Harley made sure to frequently slap the shapely orbs that lay over her lap. “I think these fat cupcakes are undercooked.” The clown suggested.

After adding another sharp swat into the heroine’s punishment, Harley pushed the girl off her knees. “We need more heat!” Following suit, the villain got to her feet. She stepped on Barbra’s bare bottom, allowing the girl to feel the uneven outsole of her boot on her recoloured arse. Keeping her foot on there, Harley rubbed it against the heroine's big bottom. The rugged texture dug into supple flesh. “If you really want to learn more about the drugs,” Harley continued with a more serious tone, “you’ll come downstairs with me.” As if stubbing out a cigarette, she twisted her ankle against Barbra’s butt.

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

Barbra hissed as she felt the full brunt of Harley’s slaps. Each strike making her exposed rear dance for her pleasure. The caped crusader knew that Harley was enjoying every second of this. Hearing the clown princess of crime cackle as she assaulted her bottom hurt almost as much as the spankings. Not by much, but it was pretty close. The only thing she was grateful for was the fact that this had to be almost over. I mean, she was completely bare bottom over her lap. What more could she do?

That’s what Barbra thought, until Harley mentioned a paddle being involved. She tried to object but only yelps escaped her mouth as she was assaulted with another series of slaps. The comment about her “fat cupcakes needing to be cooked” made her blood boil and blush at the same time. As Harley stood up from her chair, Barbra fell to the ground face first. This left her pink “fat cupcakes” pointing directly at the harlequin, begging for more punishment. She let out another grunt as Harley’s boot dug into her exposed rear, signaling her to march down stairs. She wanted nothing more than to put that clown in her place and give her a taste of her own medicine. However, the mention of the drugs forced the caped crusader on her feet to head downstairs for the remaining portion of her punishment. Due to her costume and underwear being polled around her feet, she waddled with each step; giving Harley a wonderful view of Barbs pink globes wobbling adorably.

[Tangerine]

Other than moving her heroic butt downstairs, none of Harley’s instructions actually included the heroine keeping her leggings and underwear around her ankles. She hadn’t insisted that Barbra should walk, or drag her heels rather, in front of her either. However, the deranged blonde certainly didn’t mind admiring the view ahead. It was just a funny sight, to have the renowned Batgirl walk with her bottom exposed like that. Accordingly, frequently let out giggles breezed through the heroine as Harley followed her victim, praising her work from behind throughout this short journey.

Once downstairs, they were on the floor that housed the office part of this abandoned factory; the walls worn out, the flooring dusty, and the furniture crooked. A pile of snacks had spilled out of a broken vending machine, the colourful baseball bat that had broken the glass panel was still leaning against the machine. Given the apparent size of the heroine’s buttocks, Barbra didn’t seem to need any candy bar though. When the heroine walked past the broken machine, Harley decided to take the lead instead of watching the redhead’s butt from behind. Grabbing the girl’s hand, she began skipping across the floor like the energetic cheery villain she was. “Come on, cupcake!” She led the girl into the office room ahead, where the manager of this perished factory used to sit, a role she herself intended to play at the moment.

Finally letting go of the girl’s hand, Harley hopped onto the desk at the centre of the room. As she sat there, her fishnet-clad legs dangled over the edge of the desk. “This is the third time you’ve been late to work Ms Batsy.” Next to her, she reached for the sturdy wooden paddle that lay on the desk. “Daddy’s lil’monster” was written across the implement. Harley picked it up, putting it on her lap. “You know what happens to tardy gals?” From the heroine’s bare lower half, her gaze shifted to her pretty eyes. “Hm?”

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

Each step felt like torture as she was lead into the abandoned factory. Both set of cheeks were blushing pink as Barbra stepped inside. Hearing Harley giggle certainly didn’t help her situation. As they entered, Barbra checked the perimeter. From what she can tell, it was only the two of them in the building. The crumpled wrappers on the floor ans the faded wall paper gave the impression that this place used to produce candy, one of Barbra’s kryptonites. She noticed the bat and was tempted to use it against the clown girl, but that location of the deal kept her moving forward

“Harles, this better be over soo-Gah!” The caped crusader was nearly thrown off balance as she felt Harley drag her over to the office space. “Quit, calling me cupcake” she demanded, but was rudely ignored. Barbra’s eyes turned to the size of dinner plates as she saw the paddle labeled with “Daddy’s Lil’ Monster”. That combined with Harley scolding her for being late to work made it clear that the clown wanted to role play. Knowing that this would hurt something aside from her ego, she swallows whatever pride she had left and looked into Harley’s eyes “They get spankings. I’m sorry ma’am, please have mercy on me”