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Repeat Offender
🕑 Added 2020-10-04 00:00:02 +0000 UTC
“You never seem to learn, Cat.”
Selina cursed inwardly. She thought she’d lost the Bat, weaving her way through Gotham’s skyline, picking her way across the maze of rooftops by a route only she knew, but she’d only driven Bruce to take a shortcut, heading her off and, now, catching her with the stolen loot. She could hear sirens in the distance, see their blue and red flickering in the corners of her eyes. Even the GCPD would eventually catch her if she kept dallying with Batman.
“Really?” Selina replied, not letting any of her aggravation show in her sultry tone. “I thought I made my way through that museum’s security system rather fast. I feel I’ve learned a lot… just not the lessons you want to teach me.”
“If I had taught you a lesson, you’d know it.”
“Oh?” Selina asked, eyebrow piqued. “Do you think you have the experience to teach me anything?”
“I have the experience to know we’ve been down this road before. I take you in, you go to jail, they either let you out or you break out, and we’re right back where we started. All you’ve done is cost the city money in prison food.”
“And it doesn’t do anything for my figure,” Selina quipped, flaunting her curves inside her skintight leather suit. “But if I’m hearing you growl correctly, then you’re saying you might as well let me go. You’re right; you should. If nothing else, having an ass this good up on the roofs has got to be good for property values.”
“If I let you go, you’ll just steal more. We’re right back where we started, again.”
“Oh, poor boy, what a predicament,” Selina mewled with mock sympathy. “No wonder you brood when you’ve got so much on your mind.”
“Not that much. There’s an obvious solution.”
“I guess a guy has to be pretty smart to fit all that stuff into your utility belt. What is it, Bat? You let me go, but I have to suck you off?”
“You’d enjoy that too much,” Bruce said humorlessly. “I’ll spank you instead.”
Selina was caught completely off-guard. Stunned silent. She expected a little innuendo from Batman—if she couldn’t get a rise out of a guy messed up enough to dress as a big leather-clad bat, she’d hang up her bullwhip—but Bruce had either told a joke for the first time in his life or… he meant it. He meant to spank her.
Still, Selina said it anyway: “You’re kidding.” Just saying the words, admitting that much of a break in Bruce’s impenetrable façade, she felt like she was in a dream. Sleepwalking.
Bruce swept his cape aside to sit on an air conditioning unit. He gestured her closer. “Over my knee. Accept your punishment and I’ll let you go. We’ll see how quick you are to steal after I’ve turned your ass rose red.”
Selina sauntered closer to him, feeling giddy—edging into hysteria. “As long as you’re punishing me, why not do it with that lovely cock of yours? You know it always hurts so good when you make me take all of it…”
“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock,” Bruce said plainly. “Are you going to take your punishment, yes or no?”
It wasn’t a hard choice to make. Even if she could break out, a little S&M beat the hell out of getting cavity-searched.
She smirked at him. “Do your worst, Bat.”
In an instance, he’d seized her, upending her over his knees. Her ass shot up into the air. Selina was forced to realize that Bruce took it easy on her—in a real fight, he was far more ruthless than when he was simply trying to catch her. This move was a small taste of that… and it made her feel weak and quivery inside. Despite his agreement not to arrest her, he wasn’t compromising with her at all.
That excited Selina, seeing what Bruce was like when he stopped being nice and decided to take what was his. She would have to accept whatever he did to her and though she enjoyed being spanked, having Bruce be the one to do it gave the thought a dangerous allure, an unknown quality that always made sex more enticing to her.
Bruce did not wait for her to settle in, moving with the same brutal efficiency in disciplining her as she saw in so much of his life. Selina’s thoughts were cut off by a stinging slap right through her leathers, the blow resounding deep in her ass.
The open-handed spank echoed over the rooftops. The pain was mild in comparison to what she’d taken in battle, but its suddenness and its source thrilled Selina more than she could believe. Batman was spanking her.
“Would it make a difference if I promised to be good?” Selina pouted.
“I wouldn’t believe you,” Bruce retorted.
His palm rained down on her ass, hard and fast. Underneath her leathers, a pink glow radiated across her buttocks. Selina felt every chopping blow. Every one of them made her more excited, made her anticipate his cock even more. Her cunt was warming, wet with juices. She wondered if Bruce could feel that. She could feel that way his prick rose against her belly.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Selina,” Bruce said, his voice icily even as he kept spanking her and spanking her. “But you can’t get whatever you want just by shaking your ass. I might fuck you, but that’ll happen when I’m good and ready, not any sooner.”
His free hand dug into her hip, fingers pulling the buttock it captured away from the other, separating her asscheeks. Now when he spanked her, his hand came down right beside her cunt. It felt like a livewire brushing against her pussy, shocking her a little with every slap.
The pleasure made the pain come alive. Selina writhed in place on his lap, trying instinctively to escape while hoping he wouldn’t let her. Her submission was heating her up more and more, ready to make her burst into a bonfire. If she’d thought seducing him got her off, it was nothing in comparison to being ravished by his spanking hand.
“Please—your cock! Give me your cock! Fuck me! Stop spanking me and fuck me! Please!”
“When! I’m! Ready!” Bruce gritted out, teeth clenched, still paddling her. Every impact sent pain flaring deep into her body. But her cunt didn’t hurt. It was feeling sheer sexual delight, wet with arousal, ready for his prick. All of it. From the bellend to the balls. If only he’d fuck her!
She was his now—topped by him in a way that had never happened before. After their long game of cat and mouse, the sudden certitude of who was on top brought her an almost orgasmic relief. Finally, she didn’t know what would happen next. And yet, she did, at least enough for anticipation to be added to her pleasures.
There was a pattern to how he disciplined her. An efficiency. Selina knew when every hit would come. She yearned for the sharp sting of the blow landing, the warmth that bloomed after it, then his hand coming off her, going high into the air to repeat the cycle.
But Bruce only waited for her to become used to the pattern before he broke it. His hand didn’t return to her plump ass. The effect was, if anything, worse than if she’d received one of the painful blows. She flinched, the sensations running through her dimmed, and she moaned aloud in need.
“I guess you’re not that eager for me to stop spanking you,” Bruce said, amusement leavening his gruff voice. Unceremoniously, he dumped Selina down to the ground.
She got up onto her knees. Not just her ass, but all of her lower body burned with an inner fire that was both torment and ecstasy, too much and not enough. Her entire body was tender to the slightest touch of her tight black leather. The pain and dominance had awakened hungry nerves in her—they craved more of this stimulation only Bruce had ever given her.
Perhaps sensing that, perhaps not caring, Bruce grasped the O-ring on Selina’s zipper and jerked it down, opening up her catsuit in a long vee to her groin, the wide swath of exposed flesh growing to reveal her breasts, which jiggled with her shuddering body, then the delicious hazelnut coloring of her pubic hair on her milky white pubis. Ignoring her succulent tits, Bruce reached down into her suit and groped her cunt. Selina’s eyes rolled back in her head. The pleasure was like fireworks going off in her brain.
“Christ, I never thought… it’s so muuuuch!” Selina gasped.
“Let’s see if you’ve learned anything.” A gloved finger plunged deep into Selina’s pussy and wiggled around inside her. “Do you want to keep the jewels you stole or do you want me to make you come?”
“Muh-ma-make me come!” Selina groaned out, eyes now tightly shut, unwilling to see how she was debasing herself for this pleasure to continue.
Another finger slipped inside her, stroked over her G-spot, the cool leather of the gloves refusing to let her forget that this was Batman playing with her, fondling her, using her as he saw fit. She came, writhing around her fingered cunt until she was exhausted, with nothing left to experience. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had and Bruce hadn’t even entered her, not really, not with his cock.
The thought forced her eyes open. She desperately wanted his cock, but Bruce stood over her with no obvious intention to give it to her. Instead, he held her loot in one hand. The hand that hadn’t fingered her. That one he raised to his mouth. He licked away the wetness gleaming on his fingertips and deep inside his chest, he rumbled with pleasure. Selina could only swoon, thinking that the taste he’d enjoyed so much was hers.
“I trust you’ve learned your lesson,” Bruce said, leaving her lying there to pant away her afterglow.
Selina most certainly had. She could get far more than cheap thrills out of her heists. With a little finesse, she could get to be Batman’s bitch. And that was worth far more than what any fence would pay her.
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Shendude
A fun little quickie, with a fun ending!
