Demon Desires (Tangerine and zenith)

[Tangerine]

If he were to boil this demon slowly, he could get away with more. It must have been clear by then that Raven had a masochistic side that she didn't openly admit. Sometimes, things that she would otherwise find ridiculous and shameful gave the heroine a tingle of joy, which didn't exclude wearing a collar. Under the right circumstances, and at the right arousal levels, she could really let loose in a wild manner. There were several tools he could use for that. Displaying a commanding nature, occasional smacks on the bottom, not acknowledging how powerful of a hero she really was, and such.

What she did, cleaning at the moment, wasn't that important frankly, as it was more about doing something someone else said. It did allow her to give a little show though, yea. When Robin wanted a maid that worked faster, she didn't say much about it. She just started to work faster. Her arse was higher than her head. She pressed down the wet sponge harder too. Her arms remained stretched out as the heroine repeatedly dragged it across her floor. Her hips shifted forwards and pulled back. Each time, her leotard disappeared more into her crack. The mention of further punishments, harsh one at that, instinctively made her clench her thighs together. It didn't slow down her cleaning duties though. Each pass of the sponge removed a bit of the pentagram. It was soon half a star. Then a quarter. Given how swiftly she scrubbed, it didn't take long before it was fully cleaned. No star, in other words.

She turned back, but stayed on her knees. She squeezed the now heavier sponge over the bucket. As the water trickled down, the soapy water in the bucket lost its clarity and became dirty. She looked up at him in the meantime. “I'm sorry for drawing pentagrams.”

[zenith]

Robin looked at Raven and saw that she was still on her knees. He paused for a bit, unsure of how to progress or finish from here. Based on what Raven was doing, he guessed that she wanted to be ordered around more. But he couldn't think of a good order to give that would make sense for the current scene. And he didn't want more clarification on what she wanted. He didn't think to spank her while she was cleaning nor give her further commands. He didn't know how much she wanted to be tamed.

Still, he decided that it was time to end the scene for now. He would probably need to talk with Raven and see how far this would go. And if she wanted to limit everything to one of their bedrooms or are there other locations she wanted to include? He moved his hand, raised as if to smack her, before he brought it gently down on her head. "Good job Rachel. I am happy you listened to me this time. Now, don't get into any more trouble. Understand?" He asked her.

And with that, he removed his hand and moved to sit back down on the bed, a signal that he was done roleplaying. "So Raven, did you have s good time?" He asked her. "I'm sorry for stopping, but I wanted to know what you wanted to do from here," he admitted to her. "I never imagined that I'd see you like this," he admitted, although he was sure that she knew that. "Any way, how would you like our relationship to go from here? Do you want this to be a one time thing, or would you like me to punish you and order you around more?" He asked her. It was clear that he would be up for continuing, but he wanted to know where she saw this going.

[Tangerine]

Although she kinda had a reason to be on her knees, it was also more of an excuse. As it rubbed her submissive side the right way, she enjoyed not being up on her feet. Despite what had been established so far, she supposed it must have still been odd to see her like that.

“This time…” she said while being pat on the head like a demon who had been good. With that, she got to her feet. Her pupils rolled out, vanishing. Her eyes emitted a white light. She mumbled something. It didn't last long though. And her eyes returned to normal. “No trouble,” she repeated, neither smiling, nor frowning.

While standing she reached for her bottom, pulling the wedged leotard out of her bum crack. “Well I did I suppose.” It had been fun, which she didn't need to hide. “Also, I kinda don't like it when people sit on my bed.” She gestured towards Robin, who seemed to be getting comfortable over there. “Actually…” She stood by her door, opening it. And keeping it open. “No offense.” It was no secret that she wasn't very fond of having others in her room. “Yeah. We can do it again sometime.”

***

During the evening, the team was together in the living room. Lounging on that big sofa in front of the TV. Well Raven wasn't necessarily joining them. She had just entered the room to seemingly grab something. The news was on the screen, showing Gotham. “Did you see that friend Raven?” A cheery voice called out. Someone had apparently meddled with that famous bat-signal as it was now projecting a pentagram onto the clouds.

“Weird,” Raven shot a glance at the screen. “Seems like an improvement.” After her sarcastic comment on the matter, she walked away, stepping into the lift.

[zenith]

Robin nodded his head and understood that she was trying to be polite but she did have her own desires and he doubted that she would want him to stay long term. "I am.happy that you enjoyed it," he promised her as he wasn't sure why her eyes turned white. He didn't know what to make of that. But well, he didn't feel.any different. He half expected to have found Raven inside a pentagram, waiting for her "master" to let her our or order her around, but not.this time. He saw the open door and left. Raven would be alone now. As Robin left, he realized that he forgot to ask her what pizza toppings that she actually wanted. He supposed she'd have to handle having one with pepperoni and spicy tomatoes.

Robin was already waiting by the upstairs lift. His arms were crossed and he saw that Raven was about to exit the elevator. And he looked amused, like he wasn't taling her seriously. That what she did really didn't bother him. He was tempted to spank her now, but knew she would probably want to wait until they were somewhere private. "Really Raven? You do know there are other ways to get my attention," he reminded her as he refrained from grabbing her arm and pulling her to his room. He knew Raven didn't want to go that far in public at least.

"Raven, come on, we're going to my room this time," he ordered her as he began to walk. "Honestly, you're lucky it's Gotham. People are used to far weirder things," he said. He didn't bother to confirm that it was her or not. He couldn't prove it, obviously, but it was clearly meant to be a signal that it was her. He turned around and saw her. "Raven, here we go," he said as he opened the door to his room. It was bare inside and sparsely decorated. Even Raven's room had more decorations than his did. Although there was a table with a variety of tools used to examine evidence. He sat down on the bed. "I think we can be harsher this time, Rachel. I think you should be spanked on your underwear. Don't you?" He asked. His tone indicated that her answer didn't matter.

[Tangerine]

Well, yea. It was her. She was the one who put it there. That might not be as obvious to some others, but that was the case. It wasn't quite challenging magic to draw that star over the bat symbol from a distance, but she’d drawn it by hand. Well, with her finger motions. So there was some artistry involved.

Once she came across Robin in the lift, she raised and dropped her violet eyebrows once. Like a non-verbal greeting. He was obviously talking about this stunt of hers. But there wasn't a direct accusation. Accordingly, she neither admitted nor denied doing it. “Even cleaning my room gets your attention. It's not like I have to mull over those other ways too much.”

The privacy provided by the lift car wasn't quite complete when the door was open. And Starfire wasn't too far away, still watching the news. She was easily astonished by simple things like that.

“What's the big deal then?” Raven asked as he explained how Gotham wouldn't be fazed by that simple prank. Or vandalism? What it was called depended on one's perspective really. Other than that, she didn't offer any resistance while he led her to his room. It probably meant that she was in trouble. But that was the point anyway.

After walking into his unassuming room, she crossed her arms and stood against the wall. In a more or less leisurely way. “Yup. Here I am.” Her eyes moved down with him as he sat on his bed.

“Over my underwear. Yeah… That would be difficult,” she suggested, slowly nodding. It would indeed be difficult when she didn't wear one. She thought that would be easy to make out. However, she wasn’t completely bare under her leotard either. Not this time at least. “Well I wear tights though.” She pinched the side of her thigh and stretched the glossy fabric out before letting it go.

[zenith]

Robin sighed and pinched his nose. "Raven, if you want me to spank you, there are easier ways to ask me," he said bluntly as he walked over and closed the door. He then returned to his bed and heard what she said. He guessed that she wanted him to order her around again. He didn't know why she enjoyed that, but everyone was into different things. For all he knew, her demon side was inherently submissive and wanted to have a master to bind it and serve. It wouldn't be that unusual. Wonder Woman was a fan of bondage. Her lasso gave it away.

What Robin didn't realize was that Raven was a masochist. He thought she was just submissive and being spanked was one of the ways that she enjoyed showing how submissive she was. He didn't know that she enjoyed being in pain. And he didn't enjoy how Raven seemed generally uninterested in giving him a straight answer about what she wanted. His best guess was that she had her own reasons that she was keeping them a secret. Maybe she was embarrassed by them? Or she wanted tonporgress further first?

"And as for why it's a big deal, because I'm going to need to talk to Batman later and explain what's going on. He's not going to be happy that someone messed with the signal and I don't need him conducting a manhunt," he explained. Bruce was more devoted to fighting crime than anyone and he would probably see the change in the Bat-Signal as a challenge or an insult. And Dick doubted Bruce would take that particularly well. Raven would be lucky if she didn't get a visit from Bruce at night. "Now Raven, change the signal back to normal. Now," he ordered her as he snapped his fingers again.

"Then, you will remove clothing until you are down to your tights. You will then brace yourself against the wall. You will wait until I let you leave it," he said bluntly. He was directly ordering her around, making it clear that he was in charge. She didn't have a choice but to obey him. He decided to press further, to see how she would react. "Raven, if you are punished again, before the end of the week, I will spank you, naked," he warned. That was a big step. It was indicating Raven didn't have the rights of privacy. But, she might object to that. They would have to find out.

[Tangerine]

Deserving it was kinda fun. Though she could have just asked for it too as he said.

“Good!” She talked back, widening her already large eyes. “You can tell him that he can just use a phone like anyone else instead of relying on such a primitive means of communication.” That had always confused her. And this wasn't a bad time to bring it up. What if he was needed in the morning? Then that signal would be pretty much useless.

“Oh, someone's probably dealing with that already,” she suggested, deciding not to do anything to reverse the situation. Well, Robin’s mentor wasn't quite sane, as far as she knew. In fact, she had her suspicions that he might just be a sadist. And since she was the opposite of that, that would be a rather dangerous mix. Yea, it could be a rather interesting night had they met, but she admittedly didn't want to risk it.

Earlier, Robin had plenty of opportunities to steal some intent glances at her bottom. And legs also. Back then, she was just wearing her leotard. Why did her costume receive an additional article? It was simple, really. Her cheeks were still pink. And she didn’t want the rest of the team pondering what was that about.

When he started to talk again, she got quiet and listened. There was something charming in his demanding tone. And kinda arousing. She subtly bit her bottom lip as he without a pause listed what he wanted. “For the record, I don't have a bra,” Raven explained. Well she did, but it was built-in.

Until the nearest wall pressed against her bum from behind, Raven walked backwards. Looking at him, she tugged at the neck of her suit and slipped an arm out. The next arm followed suit. “Come here,” she said. Well she could do some ordering too. “Raise your hands,” while talking, she prepared to roll the garment down.

[zenith]

Robin looked at Raven and gave her a chuckle. He found it a bit funny that Raven thought that Bruce would be happy to just use the phone. Nobody thought that. Even commissioner Gordon didn't get the luxury of having Batman use a phone. "Sorry Raven, but thats not happening. If he's upset with you, then he will let you know. You're going to have to live with the consequences," he said firmly as he shrugged his shoulders. That's just how it was. Raven would have to deal with her actions.

And Bruce wasn't entirely sane. It wasn't something he talked about, but it was plain to see that he wasn't that far off from needing to go to Arkham himself. Unlike most heroes, who did their job put of a sense of justice or duty, his war on crime was an obsession. Robin often wondered what Bruce would do if he ever did clean up Gotham, if it was more like Metropolis and had very few crimes. He doubted that Bruce would be willing to retire the cowl. His best guess was that he'd focus a lot more on white collar criminals. Or maybe become a prosecutor and ensure they were convicted.

"It doesn't matter Raven. I won't be seeing your chest. You can just press yourself against the wall," he commented as he looked at her, as if the answer was obvious. To be clear, he wouldn't mind the view, but he wasn't about to start slaping her breats. And he noted that Raven wasn't exactly objecting to what he was saying.

"Raven, you don't get to order me around," he said firmly as he gave her thigh a small slap, a reminder that he was punishing her. Not the other way around. He looked at her. "You will tell me why you need me to do that," he said firmly as he slapped her other thigh. Still, he raised his eye, a signal that he knew what she wanted, but he wanted to see how'd she handle this. Being commanded and having her own orders ignored. Not to mention that she was punished for trying. Like she didn't have the right to give any orders. She only had the option to obey them.

[Tangerine]

When her back was turned to the wall, her bottom was relatively inaccessible. That didn't protect her from getting a quick slap on the side of her thigh though. “Fine,” she said, lifting her knee as a reflex. “Keep your hands to yourself then.”

She had wanted his hands to cover her breasts while she removed her leotard. By cupping them. Though she could also turn around and then do it. And that was what she opted to do. After facing the wall, she rolled the leotard down, gathering it at her waist. She pulled it further down. Her bottom pushed back as it slid down the heroine’s legs, pooling around her feet soon. One foot at a time, she stepped out of her leotard.

Raven was bare, except her tights. They defined her bottom well, and hugged her legs firmly. The tight fabric was smooth to the touch, and super glossy to look at.

“There you go.” Raven looked back over her shoulder. “Where do you want my hands?” She folded her arms behind her, wrists resting against the small of her back. “Like this?” she asked. Next, she placed her palms on the wall instead, pushing against it as she stood. “Or this?”

[zenith]

Robin watched Raven strip and noticed that she didn't seem to be blushing as she stripped for him, which interested him. Either she was really talented at controlling her reactions, which was possible, or she really wasn't embarrassed about being nearly.naked in front of him. He had to admit that did interest him since he didn't think that Raven would be the type for this. What it did confirm was that Raven clearly had some needs that needed to be fulfilled. He supposed it was lucky she didn't end up trying to find a way to satisfy her lust in public.

"Like that," he told Raven as she pressed her hands against the wall. "Just like that," he said as he grabbed a ping pong paddle and used a laser to cut a hole in the center of it. He looked at Raven and gave a small smile. She would see what he was doing and would know that he planned to use the paddle on her. And her backside was still pink from the earlier spanking.

Robin approached her. "Now Raven, let me be clear," he said as he moved his hand to her large bottom and rubbed his hand from the top to the bottom, a much more sensual motion than he had made so far. "I don't want you to do anything else tonight. No pentagrams. No disobeying. No acting up," he said firmly. "Do you understand?" He asked her.

He removed his hand and struck the center of her backside with the paddle! The reason he had cut a hole in the middle was to increase the pain. The flesh, and the tights, would be pushed through the hole and would hurt more in the narrow space. He smirked and pulled the paddle away, and waited for her response. He was starting to wonder if she would just moan from being spanked.