Crisis on Infinite Asses (Croup)

[Dungeon]

"What was that?" Krimson asked, never ceasing his Paddle's barrage on Silver Surfer's red-tinted rear. "I couldn't quite hear you!" The mountain of a man gripped the Paddle of Corruption tighter in his left hand, feeling it's power surge through him.

When the ancient implement first revealed itself to Krimson, it was after he'd just spanked the hero Antman. This was without the aid of the Paddle, that had been following his actions for quite some time. It spoke of the ages it has existed, and the asses it had beaten, all in a series of drum-like bursts. It said that the man called Krimson had proved that he could dish out a hellish lashing, but now he'd have to prove if he could take what he dished out. A scarlet astral projection of Krimson himself was constructed by the dark metal paddle, and it bent the real thing over its lap with ease. For several hours, Krimson howled and bucked and sobbed like a bad little boy as the Paddle gave him what was possibly the most thorough spanking in history. It bared his bottom from the start, and his tanned, fleshy globes of ass were no match for the pure striking force of the Paddle of Corruption. Eventually, when the moon had replaced the sun in the sky, Krimson was released. Not once did he beg for mercy, and the Paddle acknowledged this. Krimson was to act as this Paddle's champion, and do with its power as he pleased. The implement was fueled by the submission of others, and Krimson used his own spanking to empower the Paddle and, by extension, himself.

Krimson gripped the Paddle of Corruption like a baseball bat and swung it against the unfortunate Silver Surfer with unrivaled ferocity. The man experienced no fatigue as the spanking was kicked up by a thousand notches! "Say my name!" He demanded, pausing the spanking and slapping his left hand hard against the smoking butt of Silver Surfer, giving it a rough squeeze as well.

Quicksilver thanked God Almighty that the spanking had ceased. A few more slaps and he'd be a mess. Hearing Ironhide's demands, the mutant fought through the tears and offered his best explanation. "T-there's a man...he's got a p-paddle, and it l-lets him control people!" Quicksilver blundered out, carefully reaching a hand back and rubbing his poor bottom, which had been spanked by both Mythical Paddlesin the course of a week.

[Croup]

"Ouch! Krimson... ah! KRIMSON... OH! MASTER KRIMSON!!" Silver Surfer wailed, his bare buttocks no longer silvery, but rather a ruby red as the villain turned him over to his side...

"Controls people?" Ironhide asked in shock. "So what're you saying? That this guy spanked you and you became... what, his slave?" He'd never heard of such a thing. However, the idea of an enchanted paddle sounded suspiciously close to his own Power Paddle. He wondered if there was some sort of connection. It was possible his mentor, the previous Ironhide, might know. But if so, why had he been keeping it from him until now?

[Dungeon]

Krimson chuckled deeply, motioning for Johnny Storm to release his newest plaything. Krimson lead his Silver Surfer over to the air conditioning unit that his other two slaves were previously bent over. Krimson was on top of the world in this moment. If his Paddle of Corruption could work on a being such as the alien herald of Galactus, who was safe from its sting? The mountain of a man bent the Surfer over the unit with ease, seeing how he was already a slave to the whim of Krimson. However, the Paddle of Corruption was sheathed on the man's back. Instead, Krimson was asserting his dominance in a more primal way. He had lowered his own pants and was making the former Norrin Radd moan and howl for all to hear. Not even the power cosmic was a match for the Paddle of Corruption, and it's wielder wasn't done yet...

Three days came and went, and the man called Krimson found himself traversing the halls of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in search for the mutant known as Beast. The venture had already been proven fruitful, as Nightcrawler and Cyclops flanked him on either side. The trio made their way to the subterranean laboratory that Beast was known to spend most of his time in, Krimson eager to secure the blue mutant over his lap...

[Croup]

With the information gleaned from Quicksilver (and requiring only a few additional whacks to get all the dirty details from him) Ironhide knew more than ever that he had to question his mentor. He sent Quicksilver on his way to warn any other heroes he could find that there was a spanking villain on the loose, with the admonishment to show his own reddened ass to any who didn't believe him. He also made plans to meet back up with him later. But for right now, Ironhide made his way back to the "Spank Lair".

In reality it was just a used car shop, though there were several straps and paddles hanging on the walls for use when needed. After retiring from both the military and the superhero business, his mentor Mark Moore had gone into work as a mechanic. Rex found him tinkering and sweating under a sports car in an oil-stained tank-top and a pair of work pants. "Hey Mark... there's something I need to ask you about."

"What's up kid," the old hero grunted.

So Rex told him what had happened. His enounter with Quicksilver in the park. How strangely he'd been acting. How he'd gotten the upper hand on the hero, and then what he'd been told as the speedster had bucked and squirmed over his knee. "...so what do you think, Mark? That paddle he talked about sounds a lot like mine, except... different! Is there more than one Power Paddle?"

There was a significant pause. And Rex couldn't see Mark's face, as he was still under the car. At last, the older man said, "There's only one Power Paddle in the world. This story you heard sounds like a load of bull. Maybe your paddle was having an off day."

"But... how could you say that?" Rex blinked. "No one's ever told a lie while getting spanked by our paddle. You've told me that hundreds of times."

"Yeah well, like I said. I wouldn't pay any attention to this story you've heard. It's obvious somebody's trying to run a scam on ya." He grunted. "Now if that's all, I got a lot of work to be doing. Why don't you run along and play hero somewhere else, eh?"

Rex's brows furrowed in confusion. Mark was definitely acting strange. And not only that, but... the Power Paddle strapped to his side was giving off a familiar tingle. "I think you're not telling me something," he said.

"And why would I do th--Hey!"

Without waiting for a response, Rex had pulled the wheeled dolly Mark was on out from under the car. Then, before the older man could stop him, he grabbed him and flipped him over his lap. He gripped the seat of his pants.

"What do you think you're doing, kid! You can't--'EY!"

With no hesitation Rex hauled down his mentor's pants and underwear. Though he'd been over Mark's lap countless times, their positions had never been reversed. That had now changed. The older man had a strong, muscular butt; slightly hairy, and covered in sweat from working in the heat.

"Like I said Mark, you're not telling me something... and I'm going to find out what it is!"

The first whack of the paddle made the former hero swear. Then the second made him yowl. Though he was a tough man with years of experience under his belt, even he wasn't immune to the Power Paddle's effects on his bare bottom.

"OWW, GODDAMMIT IT HURTS!"

"Tell me the truth, Mark! Is there another paddle out there like mine?"

"OWWW, yes! It's a twin to ours, like a dark mirror! Me and its wielder--OUUCH!--Krimson, fought many times, but could never defeat each other! EEEEYOW!"

"Why didn't you tell me about him before now?"

"OWWWW, I was trying to protect you! Krimson is too--YEARRGH!--strong. If you go up against him now--YEEOOOWWW!--you'll only end up sobbing over his knee with your pants down! AAOOOW! It's too risky!"

"Mark, you've got to realize that I'm my own hero now. If I'm going to protect people, I need all the facts! Especially about something like an archnemesis!"

"Owww, you're right, you're right! Please stop paddling me now!"

Rex did--but only after dispensing a good fifty more smacks to get the message across. When he was done, the veteran hero lay groaning over his knee with his naked ass truly punished and blistered. Rex sighed, and set the paddle down. "Now here's the deal... you tell me about the rest of your encounters with this Krimson guy and help me come up with a plan to beat him, and I'll rub some cream into your ass. Deal?"

The grizzled man, who was at least thirty years Rex's senior, grit his teeth and nodded. "Deal, kid."

* * *

A couple days later Ironhide and Quicksilver met again to team up. The heroes had resolved to defeat other superpowered men that Krimson had enslaved first before taking on the main bad guy.

"So how's your ass doing?" Ironhide asked with a slight grin to tease the hero, still amazed he'd actually gotten to spank one of the legendary Avengers. Just then they both heard a news report that Hercules was robbing a bank downtown... extremely strange behavior from the Son of Zeus.

* * *

It was not an opportune time for Xavier's to face an attack. Wolverine was in Japan, and most of the other X-Men had gone off to fight a resurgance of the Brotherhood, leaving the mansion with only a skeleton crew to defend it. The few X-Men who were left had gathered in Beast's lab. They were Colossus and Cannonball, the latter on loan from X-Force.

"And you think they're coming here?" Colossus asked worriedly, looking over the security footage of the approaching trio, as well as the recent recordings of both Cyclops and Nightrawler squirming helplessly over Krimson's knee with their pants down. He'd already armored up due to the threat of attack.

"I'm sure of it. But why? I have many interesting experiments and specimens located here, true, but..." Beast looked pensive. He was dressed in a lab coat, but it did little to hide his large, ape-like, blue-furred musculature.

"Well, what if he's not coming here for your experiments, Hank, but... for you?" Cannonball asked, adjusting his goggled and his blue spandex bodysuit.

"For me?" Hank asked. Then he looked back at the footage of Cyclops and Nightcrawler submitting to their punishment. "Oh dear," he said, imagining himself in the same predicament.

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Krimson strutted through the hallways of the X-mansion with an air of confidence around him. Beast was incredibly intelligent and agile, a truly intimidating adversary. However, the apeman wasn't faster than an ocular blast from the now enslaved Cyclops. A few shots would be all it took for the mutant scientist to be unable to fight back; and if there were any other mutants around, he'd either have Nightcrawler bamf them a few miles away, or have them share the same fate.

Letting Scott Summers lead, as he best knew the layout of the mansion and it's secret rooms, the trio soon found themselves before the door to the lab. Krimson gave his mutant servants simple tasks, and relished as they followed them to the letter. Nightcrawler vanished and reappeared in a puff of brimstone and smoke on the other side of the door. He quickly analysed the occupants of the room and gave an ominous smirk to his former friend, Beast, before teleporting back to his master. "A little to the left." He said to Cyclops before darting behind him. The older mutant smirked and let loose a powerful beam of energy at the door, knocking the heavy metal free from its locks and hinges and sending it careening into Cannonball, slamming him against the far wall. Krimson stepped through the smoke and shifted his gaze from Beast to Colossus.

"Well, who's first?"

Quicksilver was tempted to give the other hero a spanking of his own for his little joke, but that didn't work too well the last time, so he sided against it. "Whatever." He responded simply. "Save the smartassery for when we've stopped Hercules. Be warned, kid. This guy is no joke. I can only imagine that if he's under the influence of that paddle, he'll try and give as bad as je got."