Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

Ivy didn’t have to see Harley’s face to know she was grinning like a child on Christmas morning. “Ugh…” She moaned aloud to herself, using a free hand to smack her own forehead at her own loud mouth. Go figure she had to slip up like that. Now, she’d have to kill Harley.

...or maybe not. Rather than the obnoxious insults of a childish brat just given their fresh opportunity to make hell for their disciplinarian, Ivy’s brow perched atop her forehead. ‘Sorry?’ For being ‘bratty?’ Did she just enter a reverse realm where Harley Quinn is well-behaved? Not about to have the wool pulled over her eyes for even two seconds, Ivy shook her head, her hand returning to the air again with every intention on punishing that awful lie with a few hard strikes from the best. But oh, Harley, always full of surprises… ‘Pamela.’

Ivy couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Phew, how long since she had been called that name? Still, it was inherently connected to her human past and so she didn’t exactly enjoy hearing it… yet coming from Harley, she knew it was her dumb attempt at connecting with her. She was forced to honor it if only for that reason. Yet what a clever trap that’d be, too. She had to play it safe…

“Forgive you…” Ivy repeated, smirking to herself. Gently, her spanking hand moved back to it’s position atop of Harley’s bubbly butt, but rather than strike her, she instead slipped her fingers down and gave her partner’s rear a soft, sensual stroke. Mounding her cheek’s skin between her fingers, Ivy prodded at it like dough, like a cat pampering it’s perfect spot to rest. “Ridiculous…” She shook her head. “Aww. Am I spanking too hard, my little Harley?...” She asked in a nigh motherly tone.

Uggghhh. She didn’t know what it was about this clown, but sometimes, she just brought out the weirdest in Ivy. “Would something like… this?” As she spoke, Ivy rose her hand up - bringing some of Harley’s tushy with her, only to let go to observe the jiggle that resulted after - and gave a light lovetap to her partner’s bum. The soft clap of her butt resulted in a little ripple on the clown’s pale skin. “Be more your speed?~” Ivy asked.

After bracing for impact once more, Harley Quinn was immediately caught off guard as another painful smack, which she learned Poison Ivy was very accustomed to giving, did not make another appearance. Instead the soft hands of the plant loving villain ever so carefully began groping and massaging the clown's shapely bare rear; this earned a guttural purr from Harley in response as if she were a certain cat villain herself.

"Yes, Red! This is much better." Harley sighed and squeaked at the softest spanked Ivy has given her yet. She squirmed around every so slightly against the woman's lap, using her hands to grab onto her spanker's legs with a firm grip. "If getting my bottom rubbed over the Poison Ivy's lap is my reward for being a good girl then I suddenly wanna be a lot less naughty!" Harley turned to wink before shutting her eyes and soaking in the moment.

"Isn't this much better for the both of us?" She suddenly spoke up once more, having a sinking feeling that the red head didn't quite mind giving a much less stingy spanking as well.

Vanity was a way to this woman’s heart and Harley certainly knew her way around. “The” Poison Ivy? How much better could she get? The clown’s pain certainly brought satisfaction to Ivy but the tight grip of her fingers curling underneath her strong thighs, the squirm she did over her lap in pure ecstasy… somehow, it was equally as fulfilling. And not as painful for either one of them! As much as she really cared about that, anyway.

“Hmhmhm…” Ivy giggled sultrily to herself, though not afraid to help Harley to a few extra doses of those soft pats she loved so much. Her firm hand gave loving taps, grazing over the surface of Harley’s bare butt and leaving little more than the faintest white marks from where pressure was applied. Although she did love to see a little red in that naughty butt, after all, she could hardly pretend Harley didn’t deserve it… so, to keep her on her toes, Ivy landed another hard smack like before, admiring the red handprint it left after and the cute squeal her spankee would give.

“Maybe so.” Ivy sighed with relief. Her brow rising up, Ivy got a little more ambitious, and swung her palm down in a more gentle fashion delivering a spank to Harley’s naked under-curves… and as her hand rose again, she couldn’t miss the sticky string connecting back to between Harley’s legs. Ivy’s smile faded, and her eyes narrowed. She followed the string, shaking it off her hand as her expression hardened… and then, her smile returned.

It grew wider, and wider, and wider. “Oh-ho-ho!” She laughed aloud. “You really are a hussy, aren’t you?~” She teased. Throwing her hand haphazardly, she smacked Harley on her right cheek, and then a second time, on her left. “You're loving this.”

The addition of a harsh smack mixed into the multiple pats made Harley Quinn give out an adorable squeal just as the other villainess predicted. The sting lingered for a moment on her left butt cheek although luckily her partner seemed to be fond of continuing the soft and sensual smacks which was much more Harley's preference rather than leaving Ivy's lap wearing a bright red ass again.

Once the woman targeted her lower cheeks, Harley let out another whimper as she held onto Pamela's lap tighter. With each contact of palm impacting her pale buns, a new wave of pleasure exploded through the clown's body though it was never enough, similar to an itch that you couldn't scratch. Each soft spank left Harley wanting more and more and sent her squirming and wiggling over Ivy's lap desperately.

Hearing the villain's accusation that Harley was liking this made her throat go dry. Normally Harley would retort with some sort of clever remark or teasing comment accusing Ivy of enjoying this just as much but...she wasn't able to find those words. It was almost as if she was afraid that if she was too sassy, this wonderful experience would end up with either a firm hand spanking or even worse: no spanking at all.

So as if she were admitting defeat, Harley began to fruitlessly rub her thighs together while turning to face Ivy with a pleading look. "R-red...please..."

She wasn't entirely sure what she was begging for but she did know she desperately needed it.

At first, Poison Ivy wasn’t quite sure what to think. This spanking was purely disciplinary at first, but Harley wasn’t learning anything - she was enjoying it! A good, firm spanker like herself knew this meant it was time to break out the big guns, perhaps a hairbrush or a handful of switches to remind this brat just what she was learning here… but Ivy didn’t find herself thinking that. No, she thought something much different; because she was enjoying it too.

Feeling Harley’s legs squirm over her own, Ivy cocked her head, her eyes narrowing. “Ohhh, ‘Red, pleaaase!’” She spat back in a mocking tone, her hand dropping down not into another hard spank - but instead, to settle the flat of her palm on Harley’s pasty white bottom, now slowly beginning to change to a light red. She began to move her hand in circles, letting her fingers stay pointed outwards to graze them across Harley’s sensitive bum and enjoying just how soft it was.

“What is it? Does the little girl need something?~” She teased with bitter sarcasm tipping her every word. Her rubbing hand made one more round on Harley’s left cheek, before suddenly and without warning dipping down; down, right between Harley’s legs, cupping her hand around and feeling just how… sticky she was down there! Ivy threw back her head in laughter. “Ahuhuhuhu!” She giggled aloud. “Let’s see what momma can do about this…” Pulling up, she lifted Harley’s legs a small ways, enough to slide her own right leg out - and meanwhile, keeping Harley plenty teased with her hand placement.

Slid her leg out from underneath, and then repositioned Harley a little more forward, with her one knee pointing out; so that Harley’s two legs balanced right over her one. After all this, Ivy released her hand, and brought her other leg back into position, sliding it over Harley’s to lock her down. Her hand lifted back up above her head.

“Use your words, kitten.~” Ivy teased, then viciously smacking her free hand down to land a hard spank across both of Harley’s cheeks.

More pleading whimpers escaped the normally cocky and confident Harley Quinn as she wiggled and squirmed at Ivy's touch, her soft palms massaging the clown's stingy bottom so throughly as well as sliding her long fingers across her skin, making Quinn shudder in delight.

The villainess bit her lip at Ivy's question before letting out a loud, dragged out, and very sensual moan; her partners seems to have finally given in and paused the actual spanking and finally gave into Harley's pleads ever so slightly, which was to touch her where the half naked female needed it most... "Mmmm!" She bit her lower lip tightly, grinding carefully on the cupped hand in desperation for Ivy to go a step further than teasing!

And so when Harley felt herself be swiftly changed into a position that left her exposed and vulnerable, her horniness from her spanking merely allowed her spanker to do whatever she pleased with her body. "Ow!" Harley shrieked at the smack before groaning in pleasure immediately afterwards. As much as she desperately wanted to keep her pride...this was too much; she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Oh please Red, please...touch me, Red..." She breathed huskily, now panting, she squeezed her pale hands into tight fists hard enough to leave them white. Even if it was just more spanks, Harley was desperate for anything! Any contact, even the painful kind, would be less torture than not feeling her partner's hands on her right now! So here was the feared Harley Quinn, currently bent over a knee with her red bare bottom and genitalia in clear view...begging Pamela to rub between her legs.

Definitely not something she had expected coming into today...

A cutting smile split from cheek to blushing cheek as Ivy’s hand returned into the air, her heart throbbing at the sound of Harley’s pained squeal… yet froze for a moment after. What came next wasn’t a squeal at all; that was a moan! Ivy’s eyes slanted in confusion for only a soft moment before that smile grew ten times wider. If Harley was getting off on being spanked hard too, then…

Her eyes dilated with the possibilities. Then she could do whatever she wanted with her.

She had never moved faster in her life than to slam her open palm down onto Harley’s bare buttocks again, this time digging her nails into the clown’s pasty ass and grabbing a handful to enjoy the spoils of her perfect body. She’d rub her hand into her tush for a few sensual rubs just as she heard the ticket she needed. Harley’s cries, the moans of a desperate girl in need of quick relief… Ivy giggled nastily to herself. “Oh…?” She chuckled.

Though she hadn’t seen it before, she was liking THIS version of Harley Quinn… much, much more.

“Shush, baby…” Ivy chuckled as her hand moved backward, slipping over Harley’s mouth and pulling back her head so she’d have to stare her in the eyes. “I’ll take it from here.~” With that, her hand raised above her head again…

“Smack!” Just to come back down and deliver a flat-handed blow covering both of Harley’s cheeks, a deep vibration shooting through her gorgeous ass as a handprint was left behind - only for another to instantly follow, “smack!,” spanking her across her tush another time. But after that, Ivy would lean over. She’d slide her hand between Harley’s legs, and with a gentle nudge, spread them both out - enough to slid her hand down and merely tease at the girl’s throbbing pussy with one cruel, cruel hand.

Just to slide back out again. “Beg me.” Ivy demanded as she slipped a hand off Harley’s mouth, returning her palm above her head. “Smack!”

For a while now, Harley has been the woman in charge, striking fear in both her thugs and her enemies alike. So now was the first time in a very long time that the villain has truly given herself to someone...and oh how she loved it. And the more that Ivy spanked, teased, and touched her, the more vocal that Harley Quinn became.

"Ooohhh, Reeeeeeddd!" Harley's voice came out muffled beneath the feminine palm although that did very little to hide the high pitched mixture of both squeals and moans behind the outstretched fingers. The green palm that sent the previously pale cheeks on their way to a fiery red color only made her desperate for more attention after every swat. Though it wasn't until the softest albeit most dragged out contact yet of her vagina, which only became more and more wet as time continued, occurred with sadistic intent.

The demand wasn't even necessary; words of desperation already escaped the clown's lips the moment she was able to speak. "Oh Ivy, pleease rub my pussy! I'm so fucking wet, pleeeeease touch me! Rev up your Harley!" She begged in a moan, her already vulgar language becoming worse in this state. Based on the squirming and light kicking of her spread legs, it was quite clear that her partner was in control of Harley's body entirely at this point.

Weird, that for how often that nickname truly grated against her ears to hear repeated by the accursed tongue of her snake-like partner… that now, it spread an even wider grin, were it possible, across Poison Ivy’s lip. “‘Reeed?’~” She giggled in a less-than-flattering impression of Harley’s voice. “What is iiit?” She teased.

Ivy knew what she wanted, and she knew Harley couldn’t last a few more seconds without giving it to her. Harley’s squeals filled her with a new sense of adrenaline; her eyes flashed with opportunity, and her hand raised back to the side of her head as she dwindled her fingers in the air, thinking viciously about what she might do next. Of course, the thought grazed her mind; to make Harley work extra hard for it, but that’d just be mean. Harley was being such a good girl right now! And shouldn’t that be rewarded?

“Mhmmhmm…” Ivy chuckled menacingly to herself. “You dirty slut…” As she spoke, her hand slipped down, coursing her fingers across Harley’s inner thigh as she flew closer and closer by her wet pussy, the strands of juice already felt by her curious fingers. “Tell me what you want.” She whispered, leaning her head down close by Harley’s ear. “Something like…”

Without warning, her hand suddenly slid upwards; dipping two of her fingers right into Harley’s wet pussy and finding her pearl in an instant, rubbing it raw between two fingers only for a taste of what to come; “This?...” She giggled, gauging Harley’s reactions before she instantly pulled her fingers back out.

The teasing only happened to turn on the clown even further, the villain biting her lip firmly although that did little to stop her from letting out each muffled moan that escaped her throat after even the slightest touch by her evil partner. The slow pace of spanking and taunting that Ivy kept throughout the past few minutes was keeping Harley's body tense from eagerness and desperation.

Though this only backfired on the villainess as the moment she felt the soft hands of her fellow bad guy finally press firmly against where she needed contact the most, Harley Quinn let out a squeal of delight that would make anyone who heard it think she just found out she won the lottery. The woman immediately wiggled and let out a few 'mews' in pure relief that her sexual needs were being tended to...though the pleasure left as soon as it came.

"Nooooo!" She whimpered, trying to close her thighs and entrap the red head's hand to prevent it from moving away but she was just a moment too late, letting out a weak whimper instead as she was left in this purgatory of being pleasured and horny at the same time. Harley began to squirm wildly over Ivy's lap as if she were receiving firm and hard smacks while begging, "Yes that! Red please let me cum! I want to feel your hands inside me, pleeeease Red don't tease me anymore!"