A spanked super-chick (for Raven Saint)

[Andras]

The sun dawned over the city of Centropolis on the East Coast of the United States. A massive, sprawling city, it was home to many super-heroes and super-villains who attempted to forge their legends there: fantastical individuals who had the gifts of either super-powers or super-tech.

And it was just that morning that one such villain was beginning to forge his legend. As the morning shift at the city central bank began, the sunroof suddenly shattered. The terrified tellers and customers looked up to see a green-armored villain with a moth-like helmet and wings. He soared down to the center of the room, taking out a laser pistol.

At the same time, an armored truck burst through the front door of the bank, and from within it came six armored mercenaries with green armor and helmets similar to the villain, each one carrying an assault rifle.

"No need to panic, citizens." said the villain in a raspy voice. "For I, Mothman, am a benevolent tyrant, and my minions-the Moth Mob-are fully obedient to me. I merely ask that you cooperate with this...acquisition of funds I need for my hi-tech weapons research. Submit to us, and no harm will come to you."

The tellers complied immediately as the Moth Mob started loading the truck with money.

Moth-Man, AKA Alfred Yates of West Virginia, had sources which informed him of a new female superhero in the city...he didn't know much about this newcomer, but he wondered if this little operation would draw her out or not. He looked forward to meeting her.

[RavenSaint]

"Mothman? Is he one of Batman's forgotten villains or something?" went through the mind of a girl of snow white skin and black hair that reaches down to halfway down her milky thighs. Are they milky? Of course her black and purple pleated mini skirt does little to hide her legs...yet this girl of purple eyes and purple nails, both of which not natural for an Earthling, isn't focused on such a thing at all as she sigh in dismay as she watches this funnily dressed villain and his goons begin their raid of the bank. "I swear bankjobs are like a villain's first steps or something..." the twenty year old beauty mentally dismiss as sparks appear from the index and middle fingernail of her right hand before she points them directly at the truck...which rear tires explode into ashes.

Enter Talia Nightshade.

"Moth Mob? Not exactly threatening," Talia speaks out as, without the use of wings or any sign of technology, she glide off the roof of her building and into the bank. Though choosing to stay in the air since she knows that there are multiple crooks around. "So why not you...Mothman I think you said you are...just submit now before any harm comes to you," left the purple eyed girl's lips in a rather disrespectful manner.


(Totally basing Talia's appearance on this: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/49/fa...d5e11f2213.jpg but minus the wings)

[Andras]

Moth-Man looked up at the exotic, beautiful young woman. Her long legs, pale complexion, and raven-black hair were very pleasing to him. But he couldn't let himself get distracted. He intended to capture her. His guards aimed their guns at her, but he raised his hand, motioning for them to stand down.

"Continue loading the money. I'll handle the girl." he said.

"Talia Nightshade, is it?" he said. "Probably not your real name, I assume. Unless you're bold or foolish enough to not use a secret identity."

He took a bundle of rope off of his utility belt.

"Well, tonight you're in luck, Talia. I have a soft spot for young super-heroines like you; and I would rather not harm a pretty, caped crime-fighting girl if I can help it. I'm a gentleman, you see. Thus, I give you two choices. The first: you surrender like a good, well-behaved girl." he said, gesturing to the ground in front of him. "Kneel down and let me tie you up, and you'll be part of the bounty for our little heist. Or..." he put away his rope, raising a single hand with an open palm. "You try to resist, and I put you across my knee and spank you as a naughty girl deserves, right in front of my henchmen and these civilians."

His henchmen laughed in response.

"I did say I was a gentleman, but I'm rather old-fashioned. Young ladies need a man to spank them when they misbehave; and super-heroines are no exception. You certainly wouldn't be the first super-girl I've put over my knee. So what will it be, Talia? You're going to be my captive either way."

[RavenSaint]

Talia wasn't even attempting to give any of the henchmen a serious look. If anything the heroine doesn't seem to consider any of them as a worthwhile challenge, even though she is relatively new to heroism herself, while the tip of her fingers begin to sparkle at the sight of the guns aimming at her. Maybe Miss Nightshade plans on dealing with Moth-Man and his goons as effortlessly as possible? Whatever the case the raven haired dynamo tilted her head lightly in bemusement when the villain claimed that he'll 'handle' her. "Obviously it isn't my real name...but it is the only name you and your goons need to know," the superheroine calmly stated as she looks extremely dismissively towards Moth-Man when he spoke about tying her up with some rope.

'You try to resist, and I put you across my knee and spank you as a naughty girl deserves, right in front of my henchmen and these civilians.'

Now that comment definitely captured the heroine's attention as Talia couldn't help but blush at not only the thought of having her very shapely bubble butt spanked but also at the audacity of Moth-Man to actually make such an open threat to ther superheroine. A blush that, due to her pale complexion, is really noticeable. "You call it old-fashioned, I call it perverted...the only thing that'll happen here is that you and your goons are all going to jail!" Miss Nightshade tried to sound strong with her statement...but her blushing state might make her look more like a misbehaving young lady as she tries to fire sparks from her fingers. A bit sloppily though due to her being a bit flustered in front of the henchmen and civilians.

[Andras]

As Moth-Man had anticipated, Talia was flustered when he told her what would happen if she didn't surrender. In his experience, most young women were highly embarrassed and frightened at the threat of a spanking, provided they were convinced that the would-be spanker was able to carry out their threat. Talia blushed hard, and Moth-Man found the sudden pink glow on her very pale features particularly cute. He couldn't help but smile. She'd probably have a nice pink hue on her little pale tush if she tried to fight back, he thought.

As it so happened, she did attempt such a thing: lashing out with her powers. But it seemed that she had lost concentration and projected her powers clumsily. The brilliant, fiery sparks that leapt from her fingers would have blasted aside many a lesser villain or street thug, but this particular blasted lacked aim, coordination, or power on account of their wielder's fright and lack of confidence. Moth-Man folded his great wings around himself, kneeling down and shielding himself from Talia's attack. The energy-absorbent panels in his wings that had blocked many lasers and plasma bolts before easily weathered Talia's meager attack. Had it been a direct, well-aimed blast, he probably still would have been able to protect himself: albeit at the cost of being knocked flat on his back.

Having absorbed the heroine's attack, Moth-Man wasted no time: in a single, graceful leap assisted by one flap of his mothlike wings, he soared across the bank, landing right behind Talia. At this point, things were looking grim for her. Despite her impressive advantages like flight and the tremendous energy she could project from her fingers, she was still a slender young woman with no super-strength or durability. Moth-Man, on the other hand, was a tall, muscular, and well-trained grown man. But his neck attack wasn't a punch, kick, karate chop or hold: no, it was a firm smack on the girl's rump.

Moth-Man anticipated that upon being spanked, Talia would reach back instinctively to shield her buns with her hands. At that point, he seized both of her slim wrists and tied them behind her back (where they already were, really) with the rope he'd presented to her earlier. This was a tactic he'd used on several super-ladies and other meddling heroines: he'd slap their butts and grab their hands when they tried to protect or caress their spanked bums, and he'd grab and tie up their hands. It made capturing girls very easy for him.

"Looks like you've chosen to resist, Miss Nightshade. You know what that means."

With that, he spun her around and picked her up: tucking her under one strong arm coiled around her waist; with her head behind him and her rump facing forward; leaving her legs to dangle and kick helplessly in the air. Then he took flight: hovering in the air with his heroine captive in his grasp, in full view of his henchmen and the civilians caught up in the bank heist.

"You know, Talia, you have a good point." Moth-Man said, reaching down and grabbing her pale tush, giving it an appreciative caress and a teasing pat. "I am, in fact a huge pervert. Aside from the obvious benefit of letting you know your place, I just so happen to enjoy spanking cute super-girls like you. That's the best thing about being a villain: never having to justify myself."

With that, he began spanking her: firm, harsh smacks, alternating between each of her soft bum-cheeks which caused them to redden and bounce with each spank.

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