Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

An unfortunate sacrifice was going to have to be made in her limited access to cruel weaponry with which to whip this hellion with; Ivy knew she wouldn’t be hearing any screams or cries out of Harley, as her body wriggled underneath her. That was saved for another time, one where she had more access to girthier plants and less of a time crunch. For now, she had to act fast - guards were no doubt already on their way. There was no designated amount of time she needed to smack Harley for, but she wanted to drag this out as long and painfully as possible.

“You don’t know me, baby.” Poison Ivy sneered back, easily readopting her seductress personality. Her hand raised up to her lips, which she gave a gentle kiss to, then extending her arm, tensing up her palm, and arching it back just a little… before swinging it back down for a loud and satisfying first smack.

Oh, the sweet mistress that was revenge. As Ivy’s hand bounced off of Harley’s butt, she looked down at the intended results. A little helpless clown’s backside rippled by her palm. And best of all, the first swat alone had up-ended that skimpy dress a small enough amount to reveal a little more of the villainesses pasty white legs. Ivy licked her lips with eagerness.

“But I WILL be enjoying this!” She laughed

Harley had limited interaction with the Poison Ivy but their quite amusing introduction had the red head squirming, yelling, and begging to be freed. The woman that was in the jail cell right now was nothing like the one Harley had met before and the nerves began to come back once again.

A yelp came out of the villainess's mouth from shock of the sudden sting and that Ivy was actually going to spank her! She wished desperately that she could take back her embarrassing reaction to the stingy first swat but decided to continue acting like her usual playful self; she remembered full well when she was spanking Ivy that her angry responses and embarrassment only made the feeling of being a spanker that much better.

"Awww, c-come on, Red! Is that the best you can do? I'm sure one of your dandelions can spank harder than that, maybe you can let them do it instead!" Harley shouted as she did her best to keep her composure.

That yelp! Oh, that beautiful, beautiful yelp of squeamish pain from the first swat. If she could wring out more of that lovely sound then Ivy’s plan might go awry in that the guards would have to pull her off of this delinquent! Adrenaline pumped through Ivy’s veins at the sight of the clown’s little squirm pinned under her leg, but she kept an eye on the camera above her, waiting to see it’s movement that implied it was hooked on her.

Nothing yet - Arkham staff weren’t known for their attentiveness - but Ivy was welcoming the chance of continuing. Ivy threw her head back with laughter at the response she was given. That was a cover-up - she was frustrated. Her spanking session was spent dancing on her tiptoes and demanding freedom, she was hoping for a little more of that out of Harley.

“Oh, don’t worry, pet, I will.” Ivy cruelly smiled, bringing her hand up again and smacking across Harley’s rear once more. She was starting to get the hang of this. Her hand stayed put on the pale white, dress-concealed cheek this time, making sure the brunt of her palm had driven a decent sting into this clown girl’s bottom.

Then, with no auditory warning, Ivy’s grin grew even wider as she began to swing her palm left and right, spanking Harley back-to-back across both cheeks with little space between her and Quinn’s ass. Every swat drew the cloth of her dress up just a little more. “Ahuhuhu~!” Ivy laughed sadistically as she continued the punishment, though keeping the camera in the corner of her eye at all times.

Harley bit her lip hard in a desperate attempt to keep herself from letting out any other noticeable reactions for Ivy to enjoy but she couldn't stop her self from jolting forward as more sharp swats came down against her clothed posterior. The woman couldn't stop herself from barely swaying her hips in an instinctual attempt to dodge her attacker's firm hand. All this seemed to do was give her a more tempting target as the sound of palm making contact with cheek echoed throughout the cell.

Another yelp came out of Harley's mouth, she couldn't help it! Even with the dress as protection, Poison Ivy was much stronger than she looked, the sting was painful!

In order to avoid losing any more pride as the smacks continued, Harley Quinn attempted one plan that she rarely does which might intimidate her spanker: becoming serious. "A-alright, Red! That's enough, let me up before ya fuck us both over and we get locked up for another hundred years...also pull down my damn dress!" Harley did her best to throw off the red head by changing tactics from her usual playful self as she tried to move her hands as her dress was tantalizingly close to revealing her panties.

There may have been a spark of hope for Harley Quinn, as Poison Ivy’s hand halted in mid-air at her attempted threat. The evil mistress’s green hand moved down to start glazing across the surface of Harley’s thinly covered bottom, creeping down the arc of her under-curves and smiling as she did so. “A hundred years…” Ivy repeated, then chuckling to herself quietly. “Mhmhmhm…” As one might have feared, her hand rose up again, laying down a sharp and painful one swat to Harley’s left cheek. Her hand stayed put after, as the “THWACK” echoed into the room, keeping uncomfortably close to the skin beneath.

“Imagine that.” She continued, casual as ever, as her hand lifted again for another built-up, second strike to Harley’s right cheek. “I’ll be spanking your little, pale ass for a long, long time.” Ivy finished, laying one thick, final swat that covered both of Harley’s cheeks. “Ahuhuhuhuhuhu!” Ivy laughed aloud as she added a three extra backhanded swats to put some more heat into Harley’s bottom.

Her attempts to cover herself would be thwarted as Ivy grabbed Harley’s wrist, firmly pinning it to her back along with her other arm. The vine was quick to grab and entangle both hands together. “Pull it down? No, dear, I think we have a lot more getting to know each other to do.” Ivy explained, “So this thin little dress is coming right this way!”

Without hesitation, Ivy grabbed the edge of Harley’s dress and pulled it up and over her hips, leaving her pantied booty beneath completely exposed.

Harley Quinn felt her blood boiling up the more Ivy began to tease her. Considering Harley used to dress up like a clown on a daily bases, her well known identity around the villain world was a woman who loved to tease others and annoy them with her jokes...so the fact that Poison Ivy was defeating her in her own game was beyond frustrating!

"Ah!" Another yelp came out of the villainess's mouth as she felt her own ass bounce in response to each and every slap Ivy gave her even with her dress still slightly covering her bottom. Each swat was as painful as ever but what hurt the most was the red head's words: 'spankings for another 100 years.' This spanking shouldn't have even lasted longer than a few seconds but the camera had yet to turn their way! Arkham's inability to properly check on prisoners through the soundless cameras was helpful when it came to escaping but now it was a pain in the ass...literally!

With her head down and her hands now tied together, Harley did her best to stay silent and wait patiently for the guard to stop this despite the stinging blows making her cry out every once in a while. The clown had began to slightly ignore Ivy successfully until she suddenly felt a rush of chilly air against her bottom...her dress had been lifted! Harley raised her head immediately as she could practically feel that stupid plant lady's eyes examine every inch of her thin panties which were very much like her original costume; the left side was completely black and the right side was a bright red. Then of course there were three black colored diamonds on the woman's right cheek.

The panties did little to cover Harley's warm buttocks which was precisely why Harley felt a slight blush appear on her other pair of cheeks. Of course it wasn't very easy to get THE Harley Quinn embarrassed so this situation only pissed her off even more so! "Pull that back down this very second! I swear once I'm outta here I'll make your ass look like the reddest cherries on this Earth and I-I'll record it and show it to the entire world!" The creative threat slipped out of Harley's lips as she began to uselessly fight against Ivy but the only result was of course light squirming. She was truly acting like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum at this point.

With Harley’s dress up and out of her way, Ivy set her hand down on her left cheek, cupping the skin in her hand before moving onto the other cheek and doing the same thing. “Oh-ho-ho, aww! Aren’t you precious?” Ivy spat back over her shoulder while keeping Harley still to prevent any further struggling. “Keep on squirming! It only makes your little, round tush more enticing for me.” She teased. Her hand moved up and started rubbing Harley’s rear while she spat out her threats, a cruel smile on Ivy’s lips.

To hear Harley taking her treatment seriously now, Ivy laughed aloud. “Aha! I don’t think so! You didn’t spare me the same dignity…” Ivy reminded her, before lifting her hand up a short way from Harley’s butt. “And I plan to treat you just. As. Nicely.” In-between every punctuated word, Ivy rapped her palm against the scantily-clad bottom underneath her. After the third swat had landed, Ivy paused, hearing a whirring sound from the corner of the room. Looking up, she saw the little security camera of her cell now readjusted to look straight at her. “Oh, look…” She chuckled sinisterly, “We’ve got company. Smile for the camera!~”

Not about to stop now, knowing security was on it’s way, Ivy forced Harley further up her knee. “Hmm, something’s not quite right though…” Ivy spoke quickly, but still kept her sardonic, stinging tone. Grabbing Harley’s black-and-red panties, Ivy tugged them up hard before she could get a word in. “THAT’S better!” She laughed. Raising her hand back up, Ivy began spanking away at Harley’s cheeks, wanting to ride out this punishment as long as she could.

All Harley Quinn could do was bite her lower lip softly as she felt two hands rub her panty clad butt as if her ass were a trophy to admire and touch. While the villain hated to admit it, the soft touch of Poison Ivy's fingers against her sore skin was much more comforting than she expected; the slight massage only added to the humiliation of the spanking but it felt so pleasant that she couldn't help but enter a slight reverie now that her ass didn't sting for a moment.

At least that was until the rubbing stopped and the warm pressure against her bottom had disappeared, leaving behind a yearning for it to continue, as embarrassing as that may be. For the first time in her life, Harley felt regret for her previous actions. Had she shown even a tiny amount of leniency inside the museum then Ivy wouldn't have been so hungry for revenge. Once Ivy was finished speaking about dignity, another sharp slap made contact with her plump bum and yelped as the woman's palm brought an entire new wave of sting and burn into her quivering butt cheeks.

"I-I-I'll leave ya hung up on a telephone pole one of these days with two apples for ass cheeks and YEOWCH and- AH!" Harley couldn't even finish her threats as she felt the red head go to town on her buns, using as much strength as possible in her smacks. When the camera had finally turned to them, Harley didn't feel any relief and instead felt humiliation...Harley felt pride in her ability to strike fear in the hearts of others and hated the idea of anybody seeing her get taken down a notch by a childish spanking of all things!

"AHHHHH!" The female villain's scream must have alerted the entire asylum of what was currently happening in the cell if the sound of her butt getting hit with peppered swats didn't give it away already. The shock of feeling her panties suddenly yanked up between her butt was not only painful and surprising but it also left her pale buttocks exposed for what Ivy had intended to do since the beginning of this scenario: spank this ever living shit out of her. "NOOO! Stooop!"

Quiet moans came out of Harley's mouth every once in a while no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. They weren't from pain or pleasure but every smack was instead giving her a strange jolt in her body in which she had never felt before...did she hate this as much as she thought she did? There was a strange feeling every time the firm palm made contact with her bottom but the embarrassment of the whole situation stopped Harley from truly figuring out what that feeling was.

“Ohh, I’m sure you will, honey. Tell me more.” Ivy teased, keeping Harley firmly down as she smacked away more and more. Something, Ivy realized, wasn’t quite right. Every so often, the yelps she could stand to listen to for days would be interrupted by a sultry moan. An eyebrow perked up inquisitely as Ivy looked over her shoulder, but she wasn’t about to speak up about it. Realizing Harley might even be getting some pleasure out of this just gave her more ammo to work with should they cross paths again… but first, she had to make sure that wasn’t so likely to happen. Ivy stopped rubbing the voluptuous butt in front of her and raised her hand again for another strike.

Right as she intended to land it, though, a boisterous crash came from outside as the metal doors to solitary confinement opened wide, the yells of arisen inmates snarling and calling ugly names being the prelude to the arrival of Arkham staff. Ivy smirked. “Well, doll, it looks like we’re out of time.” She sighed, wistfully. “Get in my way again, and you can have a second helping, though.~” A cruel smile on her face, Ivy intended to send Harley off right - raising her palm up to her lips, she pressed a nice, firm kiss to her hand, before rearing it up and slapping it down against the exposed piece of Harley’s ass. The wet lipstick left an imprint of her sultry red kiss right on Harley’s bare hiney.

Then, the lock to their cell clicked. Ivy didn’t waste a second. Stepping up, she strut right up to the door as it opened. “Freeze-!” A security guard demanded, gun raised high. Ivy ignored her. Stepping up, she grabbed the barrel of the gun and forced it straight down to the floor, before pressing herself against the prison guard. The guard blinked with surprise as she was forced back and pinned against the wall, Ivy’s kiss ensnaring her breath and keeping her from thinking. By the time Ivy let go of her, tapping her on the cheek twice, the guard fell down, unconscious from the poison of Ivy’s lips.

“Alright, boys.” Ivy tsk’d to herself as she took the key-card off the guard’s neck. “Play nice.” Looking over her shoulder at Harley one last time, she winked, before heading down the hall, sliding her card through every door along the way to release every prisoner in Gotham.

Relief filled Harley's body as the spanking was finally about to be finished...if she could trust Ivy's words anyways. The clown had no clue how her arch nemesis was about to escape Arkham after wasting so much time spanking her but she didn't care at this point, the woman just wanted some relief from the stinging swats to her more than likely bright red ass!

"Second helpin'? I swear on your fat green ass that I'll be spanking you completely naked in front of all of Gotham before I let that hap-!" One final resounding swat stopped Harley from shouting another fruitless threat and was instead replaced with a high pitched yelped and then a quiet whimper from the pain. For the first time in a very long time, Harley Quinn was put in her place. The second she had felt the pressure of Ivy and her vines go away, she jumped onto her feet and rubbed her sore bare buns vigorously while hopping from foot to foot.

Despite having images in her mind about Poison Ivy hanging from her leotard off of the tallest pole in Gotham with a cherry red ass, Harley couldn't help but be glad seeing the red head wasn't seeing her right now dancing with her dress up and panties wedged up her ass after a good hard spanking...it was actually incredible how two top notch villains such as Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy had been taken down so easily from something as simple as swats to the rear...a large smile slowly began to form on Harley's lips as a brilliant idea came to her mind. It was as if all the hatred she had felt towards her enemy vanished as the red assed villainess sprinted out of the cell without even bothering to readjusted her panties; she'd probably be giving the other inmates quite a view if gravity hadn't caused her dress to fall and cover her up. "Red, wait up!" Harley shouted as she ran through the hall while pushing nut cases out of her way.

After a very long chase through a very large building, Harley was just about to give up on finding her fellow bad guy until her eyes widened once she turned a corner to see Ivy facing one of the guards. She had attempted to use her kissing trick against him but he was apparently well trained and had quick reaction because in a matter of a couple second, he had spun around Ivy and used his arms to hold her in a choke hold. It was only a matter of time before she would be unconscious in his grip!

Had it been only mere minutes ago, Harley probably would have made a bowl of popcorn while watching this event play out...heck! Even if the guard was taller and stronger then she'd still probably wouldn't intervene! The problem with doing nothing was that the plan Harley had thought of while in the cell a couple minutes ago would go to waste and the ex psychiatrist wasn't fond of wasting her wonderful ideas. So Harleen skipped towards the guard and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Once his head was turned with a confused expression on his face, she raised her fist and punched him in the jaw as hard as she could; the guard instantly let go of the scarlet faced Ivy and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Ow ow ow ow!" Harley whined as she rubbed her stinging knuckles; she was much more used to fighting with her mallet than her fist as of late. Once she recovered from the sudden pain, she rubbed her knuckles softly while turning to Pamela. "Are you alright, Red? Your cheeks look as rosy as your other pair did in the museum that one time."