Girl's Night Out (Jultimagnet)

As if Ivy needed an even bigger ego. All week, the villainess had been strutting her stuff, treating herself like a goddess and making sure no one else did any differently. Only one person could get away with little pokes and prods at her massive pride - her own teammate, Harley. Ivy rationalized this easily, after all, the clown girl was half the battle in their victory over Batgirl - even if she was the less impressive half, if you ask her, she still did her fair share of work. And dare she even admit, over the week they’ve been together, they’ve grown a bit…

No. No, not closer. They are business partners in villainy, not giddy schoolgirls who are here to make friends and ‘memories,’ or whatever tripe. Ivy would keep telling herself that… but every extra joke that’d make her laugh, but would once make her scowl; every time she broke into a smile around her partner, whereas she used to maintain a serious demeanor proved there was something a little brighter about her now. And just what could that be?

The plan was simple; Selina was not their next target, she was merely a stepping stone. The greater end goal was two particular Kryptonians with iron hides that would need a special kind of gemstone to break, and both she and Harley proved that thievery was not exactly their area of expertise. Catwoman, though? She already flirted with anti-heroism, just as much as she did with the Bat himself. Surely, she could sneak in and swipe one of the caped crusader’s many precious jewels with a little… ‘persuasion?’

Leave it to Harley to make the plan and be inevitably disappointed, though. Busy in her research as Harley entered the room, Ivy gave only a slight nod towards her co-partner while she boasted on about her interpretation of the ‘plan.’ Spinning around in her chair, Ivy crossed her arms and one leg over while she leaned in with squinted eyes to read over Harley’s… ‘plan.’

Trying to get from point A to point B was useless. Other than the unflattering stick figures with an exaggerated rear end that was unfortunately indicated as herself, Ivy couldn’t tell anything apart in whatever this wretched ‘plan’ was supposed to be. “Harley…” Ivy groaned, leaning back into her seat and meeting her palm to her face. “I told you to come up with a plan, not a treasure map.” She sighed. “Of course, I’m disappointed, but not surprised. I’ve prepared a different plan. One with words.”

"Words...?" Harley Quinn's giant grin slowly diminished into a frown, the clown's lips pursed as if she had yet to hear of such vocabulary. "Leave it to good ol' Red to make the funnest idea some sorta college lecture." She sighed, having heard plenty of those while training to become a psychologist all that time ago. The villain glanced down at her little comic and pointed at the very last panel where three stick figures stood: One was bent over with blue lines falling from it's eyes, the second wore a giant smile, while the third one was frowning with thick black eyebrows furrowed and an even thicker line coming out of it's rear end. "Your good friend Harley Quinn expected that though! See here? In this panel you have a big ol' stick up your ass prolly asking me to stop making so many funny jokes or somethin'!"

The villainess cackled at her own joke before plopping down next to Ivy. The woman exaggeratedly sighed as she waited for her partner to begin her long explanation about every single detail of how they were going to catch Cat woman. It was probably going to end up with Ivy having to reexplain what the plan was minutes before they left anyways but Harley was at least respectful enough to pretend to listen this time around.

While resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin on the lower half of her left palm, Harley glanced upwards to the green skinned beauty. "Alrighty-O, Red, the stage is all yours!"

Ivy’s already sour expression turned to a more monotonous, half-mast, yet unsurprised ‘seriously?’ face as she glared at the unflattering depiction of herself on the paper. “...I see.” She mumbled. With a sigh, she fell back into her chair, letting it’s natural momentum spin her back around until she was facing the wall again. There, she scooped up a blue piece of graph paper from off the table and spun back around. Bunching it up into a scroll, she stuffed it forward into Harley’s face with quite the pouty grimace.

The paper would unfurl and reveal a much more sophisticated plan. Yes, there were images, but they were much easier to discern, and people were represented with dots rather than full stick figures. The plan was easy to follow, if not occasionally rife with unnecessary jargon; Ivy would explain. “It’s a simple, but brilliant plan, of course.” She sighed, crossing her legs over as she sat back. “To catch a cat, you need mice. So we’ll leave bait.” Ivy explained, “Remember the… urgh, crystal we were after?” Ivy rolled her eyes in unpleasant memory of THAT first encounter.

“Catwoman despises competition. The gem will go on exhibit tomorrow; she’ll be there to steal it in the night, if I know Selina.” Ivy folded the paper back as she placed her finger to trace along, “So we’ll need a few henchmen feigning as amateur thieves. They’ll go in after the gem, and she’ll fight them off. I’m certain she can take several of your buffoons…” With another sigh and a roll of her eyes, Ivy continued. “But then, we’ll surprise her. As long as we hold her under threat that the police were on their way, she’ll squeal quickly.”

Fixing her gaze on Harley, Ivy’s eyes narrowed. “Got it?”

The signature mischievous grin that found it's way on Harley's face so many times before appeared once more. This time the cause was Ivy mentioning their first meeting, one that was definitely towards the top of Harley's best days ever list just barely under one of her top achievements 'birth.' She couldn't help but let her gaze aim downwards as she recollected those days events.

It wasn't every day that a round, perky, and deliciously scarlet bare bottom wiggles in the air for you so Harley definitely took advantage of the situation that day! The woman had to admit that part of her wished she had focused a little more on spanking that alluring bum rather than teasing and playing with Pamela...though of course the other part of her knew that her personality prevented her from doing such a thing! After all, that was the first time Harley Quinn has seen four different cheeks have a bright red color all at the same time. It was difficult to decide whether it was more rewarding to see the stubborn red head slowly break down with each swat to her bottom or seeing that very same butt glow in the night sky for everyone to see; her eyes aimed directly on that specific part of Ivy's body until it disappeared in the cop car sure to be stinging even more so with every bump in the road.

"Got it?"

Those words caused Harley's head to perk right back up as her eyes widened in alarm. Was Ivy talking this entire time? "Oh, uh..." The villainess considered for a moment just agreeing with her partner and moving on but part of her knew very well that wouldn't work out the day of the mission when Harley had no clue what was happening.

"Look, Red." The clown sighed crossing her arms and clearly pouting. "The past however many days have been yada yada plan this. Then yada yada plan that. Boooorrrring! You've got Harley Quinn living in the same house as ya every day! Lots and lots of ladies would do anything to change places with you ya know!" Harley smiled widely. "Why not just take a day to enjoy some time with your good ol' partner doing some illegal shit in Gotham!"

Never before had Ivy’s eyes rolled so hard in retaliation to something she could’ve predicted a hundred times over. Of course this little delinquent wasn’t listening - she didn’t know how! She could see it in her eyes just from the moment she mentioned that damn ‘day’ they had had their first run-in; the way her eyes glossed over, she was probably off thinking her perverted thoughts about… well… her, most realistically. Always thinking about her posterior as if that’s something any mature adult would do… though maybe she wasn’t much of an adult after-all.

Smacking her forehead at the very much unwanted ‘feedback’ she was given to her plan, Ivy took a long, deep sigh to herself and pinched the brow of her nose, leaning back into her chair while an angry frown plastered her face. One that… didn’t exactly say ‘lots and lots of ladies want to change places with me.’ Although SHE’D like to switch places with a couple different people, just then… just what was she to do with Harley Quinn? As the (rather unpleasant) memory of their first meeting replayed painfully in her mind, Ivy remembered what she did the last time she wanted this cretin in control.

A method that had proven successful… a couple of times now.

“Oh, I’ll enjoy some time with you tonight.” She hissed. Swiping back her blueprints, Ivy just as quickly seized Harley by her wrist and tugged her over towards the chair she was sitting on. In one pull, she dragged the clown over and propped up her butt on one knee while sliding her hand down her wrist and moving it instead to the back of Harley’s head. “I still owe you a free whipping, and I think your insolence has more than earned one!” Her hand then swerving up into an angle above her head.

"Eee!" The high pitched squeal echoed throughout the small shack as the ever so bratty Harley Quinn once again found herself over her new partner's lap with her butt up, hands held down, and feeling as vulnerable as ever! Spanking Ivy of course brought the clown wonderful memories but have her own rear end spanked...weeeellll...not quite the same feeling. "C-come on, Red, I was just pullin' ya chain! Let me uuuup!" She pleaded pouting her lower lip trying to turn her head as much as possible so Pamela could see her puppy dog eyes.

Although the mention of a free spanking made Harley's face pale much more than her white complexion already was. She forgot all about that, that was just another one of her jokes! "T-the free spanking had an expiration date didntya know? If you take longer than twenty four hours then the roles reverse!" The villainess struggled, knowing her reasoning was going to do very little in the situation but if Ivy was really going to blister her butt just as hard as in the asylum then she'd do anything to get out of this!

"Reeeeed!" Harley pleaded one last time as the threatening palm found it's way in the air.

The only puppy dog eyes Ivy fell for came from actual puppies! Although, she’d be hard-pressed to pretend that the usually unbearable Harley Quinn didn’t look oh-so-adorable when she was over her lap and pleading like a small child. When she was tamed, she was quite charming, perhaps… although Ivy had little indication on letting Harley know that. “Shush.” She shook her head. “Whether you offered me that freebie or not, your behavior has more than earned this.” Gripping onto Harley’s shorts, she yanked them down to her ankles, expecting to spank her on her panties…

And yet only find the goon was wearing none! Legitimately taken aback for a brief second, Ivy’s cheeks flushed a pale red (and slightly green - because of the chlorophyll). Clearing her throat, she shook her head. “You hussy! Of course, you wear no undergarments.” Ivy sighed, but didn’t give it a second though, instead applying her bare hand to Harley’s bare butt. Seems she wasn’t so ‘unbareable’ after all…

Smack! The first hard spank assaulted Harley’s pale cheeks and left an impressionable red mark, bouncing the clown’s butt and sending small ripples through her cheeks. A second smack soon followed, adding to that soft pinkness and only to be followed by another. “A brat like you deserves one of these daily! Perhaps I should implement that into our schedule.” Ivy scoffed.

Harley let out a whimper as she felt her shorts being lowered. Ivy has seen her bare derriere before so that wasn't the issue; the problem was the enhanced sting her fellow villainess's spanks would add with no cover whatsoever! "Aw come on, Red, can you really blame a gal? All it would do is ride up my butt like your grass underwear that you call 'clothes' does every day! There's no point." The clown retorted at the lecturing sticking her tongue out at her partner like a small child.

"Ow! Ouch! Reeed!" Quinn pleaded, knowing very well that the sharp spanks that were given to her naked bottom could easily only be the beginning, leading towards a much larger sting filled parade of slaps. She squirmed over the woman's lap, gripping onto her leg tightly. "Not so hard! Why does it gotta be spanks? A cute girl's butt is over your lap, can't it just be rubs instead?" Harley pouted, throwing out ideas she considered better than Ivy's; the last thing she wanted was to go to bed with a red ass every night!

Ooh. THAT was a conversation she was not interested in getting into, especially with this little brat over her legs… although it did spark Ivy’s interest to know just how often Harley was sneaking looks at her beautiful body. That was one thing she couldn’t blame the insufferable clown for!

Feeling Harley’s grip on her leg, Ivy doubled down on how hard she planned to spank, knowing her little subordinate now had enough structure to take what she was giving and then some. “Please!” Ivy scoffed, dashing her hand quickly across Harley’s pale bum. The hard smacks sent small jiggles into the clown girl’s tushie and even left a little red haze in Ivy’s hand, too. “You act like a petulant child, so I see no reason to treat you as an adult.” Ivy turned up her nose snootily while dishing out another sharp strike to Harley’s bare butt. “Perhaps if you behaved, you’d be treated with more care…”

“...” She paused. Um. What did she just say, exactly? Certainly, she didn’t just let herself accidentally admit to liking the idea of treating Harley’s gorgeous, bare globes to some softer, more intimate treatment to the girl herself. Snapping out of her daze, Ivy cleared her throat loudly and tried distracting Harley with another hard smack to her bare cheeks, but the damage was already done. “Not a word.” She growled.

"Ahhh!" The multiple firm smacks that earned ripples from Harley's butt brought the villain flashbacks from her spanking in the prison. These unforgiving swats might have caused her to squirm and yelp but it did little to eliminate the wide grin on the clown's face that reached to both of her ears. Oh yes, the trouble maker surely did catch on rather quickly that Ms. 'Always needs to get the job done first' didn't hate the idea of taking a little detour from planning and enjoy the the fact that Ivy seemed to have two perfectly capable hands while Harley coincidentally had the same amount of butt cheeks...surely something they could both take advantage of!

Though Harley knew better than to say something about Pamela's slip up and instead took a different tactic. "A-alright, Red. I'm sorry for being bratty." The villainess gave her partner sad eyes to try to convince her this was a legit apology. If she had the chance of preventing herself from sitting on a sore ass for a couple days then she would take it...besides, the possibility of staying over Ivy's lap for something besides a punishment afterwards was no doubt just as interesting.

"I'll be a good girl now I promise! Ol' Harley will never make a joke for as long as she lives! Or at least not unless the situation calls for it!" She grinned. "Do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive a naughty gal like me, Pamela?" Harley pouted once more, a rare occurrence for her to call Ivy anything besides 'Red' and quite possibly the first time using her first name.