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Two
nights later, Batman pulled himself up on the roof of the Gotham
City Gallery, and he watched a little sulkily as Robin followed. Batman’s
buttocks and thighs ached, well more of a twinge, and as he frowned at the Boy
Wonder. Robin had less experience at climbing roofs than his mentor, but he got
himself up at last, his yellow cape almost catching a nail on the roof.
“What’s
wrong, Robin…I would have thought with all the upper arm strength you showed
the other night with that blasted bamboo cane, you could just drag yourself up.”Batman said snidely. Robin looked at Batman, and
giggled in spite of himself. “Dude, you howled like a girl…and it was
only…twelve whacks?” Robin snorted. “Well maybe I gave you like, twenty.”
Batman bared his teeth.
“It was
thirty, and you were very insubordinate.” Robin looked defiantly at the Dark
Knight. “Well, you told me to do whatever Alfred said in all matters.”
Oh, the
memory of that caning! How humiliating to have Tim Drake, the new Robin since
Dick had become the hero Nightwing, first, find out
that Bruce was a sexual submissive…Tim, who had always looked up to the Batman,
who had made Tim Robin!
And
then to have Tim give Bruce a caning…this time, not in the other room, it
would’ve been bad enough for Tim to whip Bruce, and bring Bruce back as Alfred
often did, sniveling, the mucus coming out of his nose, to apologize in his
nakedness to Selina…
But
having Tim—who had quite a vicious swing—land the bamboo on Bruce’s behind as
he’d bent obediently over the arm of the couch—had been almost intolerable.
“Why
should I take him back in the bedroom?” Tim had asked genially. “Well, if you
want to whip him in here, Tim…why not? I’ll coach you on how to do it well!”
And Selina did! “There you go…lie Bruce right over the armrest
of the sofa, push him a bit more over so his face is pressed into the cushion
and he is on his tippie toes, so his butt is fully
exposed, Timothy. Here, we’ll push another pillow under his crotch so Bruce’s
butt is poked up. Yes, and spread his legs, so one is on the outside of the
sofa leg. Concentrate the stroke, so it’s a sort of burning in little
lines…raise the cane just a little beyond shoulder height, Tim. Don’t clench
your buttocks, Bruce, dear…it makes the cane bounce.
Remember that the tip of the cane travels faster than the length of the cane. I
believe in giving a caning on one side This is a nice
bamboo, Alfred. Did you buy this recently?”
Alfred:
“I used a rattan on Master Bruce as a boy, until his late teens, when he would
try to argue with me about his eight-thirty bedtime.”
Tim:
“He had to be in bed by eight-thirty in his late teens? What a wimp!” Bruce’s
face burned.
“Rattan
canes are glorious!” said Selina. “They vary in
thickness, flexibility, curvature. In my apartment I have a rattan Malacca and
also a fiber-glass cane, that I use on our Mr. Wayne
when he visits.”
“Now
when you swing, Tim, you don’t have to throw your whole body into it…the
greatest accuracy is
achieved with the minimum variation of movement.” Bruce felt the first
stroke…oh it was horrible, but Selina went on, as
Tim’s arm fell repeatedly and the cane struck Bruce’s bare buttocks…and Selina continued her lecture! “
This is
probably one of the
reasons as to why the cane is such a favored disciplinary tool. The stature and
strength of the disciplinarian is immaterial as it is one’s technique that is
all-important (the cane is certainly a great equalizer for women). always use full force blows you'll only fluff it if you
"pull" the stroke!.
There are two different techniques to caning someone. Firstly with a ‘wrist
only’ movement and secondly, with an ‘arm and wrist’ movementHold
the cane in your hand, tuck your elbow into your body and using only your lower
arm, use a fast wrist motion to flick the
cane at the target. If you cane without moving your wrist you cannot get any
speed into the motion of the stroke or that lovely ‘swish’ noise, as you are
not
really using the flexibility of the cane.
The ‘arm and wrist’ movement involves lifting up and bringing down your arm,
putting the force of your shoulder behind the stroke, finishing the stroke with
the wrist movement. The arm can move either up or out for this motion. Make
sure you practice the movement and measure the stroke lots of times before beginning
the punishment because with this technique it is easy to be inaccurate, Tim
dear!”
After
the caning had finished, Selina had wiped Bruce’s
tear stained face with a hankie, and had helped him to blow his nose, as Alfred
had unlocked Bruce’s handcuffs. Then, mysteriously, Selina
had taken young Timothy into another room to show him something…and there had
been moans,but Alfred had
ordered Bruce to go to bed! Oh what a bad night it had been!
As the
memory of Tim’s caning and Selina’s laughs seared through
him, Batman was glumly silent. But then he looked up, remembered he was now in crimefighting phase, and gasped as he noted the dark men
down into the street. “Look, Robin! We were right!”
Sure
enough, someone was breaking into the Museum. “Do you think it’s the same thief
that stole Van Gogh’s “Sunflowers” from the Metropolitan Museum of Art?” asked
Robin excitedly. “Yes, and also ‘Poplars on the Epte’,
a painting by Monet, from the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and a famous tree
sculpture from a park in Surbiton
As
Batman spoke, he felt a shift in his crotch…his poor cock was trapped in that
damned chastity tube..when
would he see that dratted woman again? Already his cock had been in pain and
torment, trying to rise and erect because of the hot secretaries on the
streets, that day, as well as troops of highschool
girls who had come to see Wayne Foundation projects.
Batman
looked irritatedly at Robin. Damn him, he gets to
fuck who he likes, and he jerks off when he wants to…and I’m trapped. But I
must focus on what’s happening with this potential gallery robbery!
Robin was still going on.“And there was a theft of Adolphe-William
Bouguereau’s ‘Le Printemps (The Return of Spring)’
from a private collection.”Batman paused. “There is a connection, Robin.”
Batman stepped towards a skylight. “All of these works of art glorify some sort
of plant!”
Robin, startled,
attempted to follow, saying “And Zuko LaTieri’s ‘Ragweed to Riches’ sculpture,
worth about seven mil, is in the Gotham
Gallery now!” Batman held up his gloved hand somewhat officiously.
“That’s correct,
Robin, but you can’t follow me…keep watch up here while I drop down into the
skylight!” And Batman followed word with deed, dropping in on his Batrope til
he landed on the Gotham Gallery floor.
And there she was,
as he’d expected, surrounded by her merry men—Poison Ivy!
Tall and beautiful,
her red hair framed by a wreath, and her
beautiful curves cinched in a bodysuit made of green leaves, the famous
villainess looked askance at the Dark Knight.
She lifted her shoulders, and shook her moss covered bosom, and Batman’s
penis surged, only to be quashed by its harsh metal prison.
Poison Ivy licked
her lips slowly, and batted her eyes. “What’s wrong, Batman…you look terribly
uncomfortable…your gray and blue tights seem as if they are constricting you.”
Batman’s mouth went sour. How could he tell the villainous eco-princess that,
since he put her away two years before, he had become locked into the horrific
chastity device?
He decided to take
the offensive. “Ahah! Poison Ivy! I heard that you’d escaped from Arkham
Asylum…and I should’ve known you’ve been on this crime spree of plant art
work!”
As he spoke, Batman
realized how beautiful the horticultural harridan was…her beautiful alabaster
skin, the rosy tresses, long legs and considerable breasts. In the old days,
when he’d had quite the sex life as a bed-hopping boulevardier, it was easy to
put his feelings for a foxglovish fox like Ivy…but now he’d not cum in so long,
his objectivity was going…he wanted to fuck her badly!
Poison Ivy tossed her strawberry locks and chortled at the Caped Crusader.
“What’s wrong…you think you’ll stop me from my plant-art pursuits, Batsy?”
Suddenly, Ivy stepped forward to Batman, and squirted him with a narcotic
violet, and he became unconscious.
The most efficient way
to use nettles is to take one sprig or one leaf at a time, get down close to
your target, and touch the nettle to the skin, with a
close enough view that you can watch the hairs go in straight.” Batman peered down to see Poison Ivy kneeling below him,
talking to one of her astonished henchmen. “You should try it sometime,
Knuckles” The henchman shook his head violently. “N-no
thanks, Miss Ivy.” He backed off, and sniggered as he saw the Caped
Crusader’s face. “He done woken up, Miss Ivy!”
Poison Ivy looked up at Batman. “Oh did little boog-ums wake up?” Batman gasped.
Outside the museum, Robin was getting impatient.
Had Batman stopped the robbery? Jesus, it’s been twenty minutes, Robin thought.
Attaching the Batarang to the side of the building,
Robin let himself down to a window and looked in, and recoiled in disgust.
What the hell’s happened to him? Goddam…he is getting more and more pathetic. The windows were a bit
misty on this foggy night, but the Boy Wonder saw it all. Somehow, Poison Ivy
had stripped Batman of his costume, and even Selina’s
little metal tube that Robin had first seen when giving Bruce Wayne the caning.
Poison Ivy must have a skeleton key or something, Robin thought.
Yup, except for his cape and cowl, which implied
that Ivy was trying to respect his secret identity, Batman was naked…and tied
to some sort of hook in the ceiling that was probably used for inside window
washing, and he was hanging, with his crotch at the level of Poison Ivy’s bare
shoulders.
She has some big hootums,
Robin thought. Look at those suckers nearly poking out of her ridiculous leafy
outfit…but surveying his own red and green costume with yellow cape, he knew he
was living in a glass house and should probably put his slingshot away. What
the hell was she rubbing on Batman’s cock? It looked to be some kind of leaves
with little tiny hairs.
Robin took out his Bat-o-Scope and peered through
it. Yes, these leaves were nettles, he realized…he’d
had a botany course at Gotham High. He recognized the
thin, delicate hollow hairs on the stems and underside of the leaves. Oh shit,
that must hurt, Robin thought, as Poison Ivy delicately dragged the leaf down
Batman’s scrotum…Batman was screaming, but his dick was really hard.
Robin noticed that after a hair touched or scraped
a bit of Batman’s shaft, there was a tiny red mark,no
a lump, like a mosquito bite. Poison Ivy had been working on Batman’s crotch
for a while, and his entire groin area was covered with these little lumps.
It might have helped if Batman had had any pubic
hair, but just after Selina had given Robin (as Tim
Drake) that awesome blowjob the other night, she’d told him that she routinely
shaved Bruce Wayne’s pubic area. “It’s so good for his humiliation!”
He looked
up at Batman’s face, and Batman was crying. Robin was somewhat disgusted, as
Batman had just been crying the day before. Jesus, he cries easily doesn’t he?
Inside, Batman was in agony. His entire lower
half, from waist to mid-thigh, felt as if he had just sat on a hornet’s nest while being also
afflicted with a particularly virulent form of chicken pox…oh, the agony.
Batman looked down through wet eyes, blurring his
mask. Poison Ivy ran a pink nail across his shaft, dragging the nettle covered
leaf. Oh it feels like a scissors, for God’s sake.
Ivy ran another nettle leaf on the underside of
Batman’s cock, right on the frenum, and Batman bit
his tongue…oh this is worse than when Selina put a
clothespin on my frenum…oh it’s awful. “P-please stop
doing that, Ivy…I know we’re old enemies…”
Ivy snorted, and three of her
henchmen, two of which had been busted by Batman at least once, imitated him in
horrible falsetto. “Please stop doing that Ivy…Pleeze
Mommy!” The three thugs broke up with laughter, and
even a museum guard, trussed up in the corner, seemed to be smiling.
Poison Ivy smiled up
a Batman as she dragged a nettle leaf over his sweltering glans.
The henchmen were still snickering, and Batman wished he could get loose and
beat the shit out of them...oh, it is so agonizing the way she rakes those
nettles!
Poison Ivy was
somewhat sympathetic, staring at the engorged, purple weapon... "It looks
as if you haven't cum in som etime,
dear." Ivy observed. Bruce bit his tongue. Peering down into Ivy's
cleavage wasn't helping things at all. The tops of Ivy's alabaster boobs were
practically ballooning out of the greenery of her corset/bodysuit, and Batman
was drooling.
Selina's breasts were incredible...but Ivy's shone
with a glow that was intense! And of course Selina
was old news in a way...she'd been the first villain Bruce had ever been
involved with...but Ivy's figure was something to write home about....Aaagh...she keeps rubbing those damn nettles on me!
Poison Ivy looked up
at Batman as she gently dragged the vicious nettles up and down his terrorized
shaft. "What are you looking at, darling...are you admiring my
outfit?" Ivy looked at her outfit admiringly.
" I recall seeing a hard-on in your tights two
years ago when you caught me looting the Bludhaven
Botanical Gardens...I know you like my outfit..but it's not that, it's my candies, eh?" Poison IVy cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly.
"Wouldn't you like to touch these honeys, Batman?" Ivy dropped the
nettles, held her hands over her head, and shook her breasts, and laughed
slightly as Batman's tortured member shot up even higher.
"Wouldn't you
enjoy sucking my nipples...you know they're the color of pink roses, have you
eve heard of the peek-a-boo rose?" Batman though t of the bouquets of
peek-a-boo roses, light pink that he'd purchased for
young ladies in the past.
His cock swelled
even more. "Yes, Harvey likes my boobs...Harvey Dent? You know him as
Two-Face...he often sneaks from his cell into mine at the Arkham
Asylum...I let him see my nipples, and suck them, and he BITES them. He's a
real man."
Batman clenched his
teeth. How disgusting that the horrid Two-Face, who had half his face mangled,
could touch this exotic creature's nipples.
"And Mister
Freeze?" Poison Ivy looked up at Bruce witha
merry smile, as she resumed her work with the nettles. "He likes me..but he is afraid of heating up too much...but I've
given his ice-cold cock a few licks...I'd never do it for a wimp like you,
though!"
Poison Ivy smiled at
Bruce. "You'd like to see the nipples, wouldn't you? I see you naked, you
can't see me? It must be humiliating, and you'd love to touch them, eh?"
What the hell.
"Y-yes, it would be wonderful to touch them, Batman said huskily. He felt
so ridiculous, hanging from the ceiling naked except for his headgear and cape.
"Does this tickle?"Poison Ivy asked this as
she dragged a nettle down Batman's bare armpit. Batman burst into tears, which
made the henchmen laugh again.
"Think fellas" Poison Ivy said, turning to the uproarious
burglars, "He's supposed to be the most frightening crimefighter
detective sort...but here he begs to slurp my titties
like a horny thirteen year old!"
Ivy raked yet
another nettle across Bruce's glans, and laughed.
"Darling...my breasts are for real men...it's cheek even for you to ask
for them. Knuckles, hand me those thorny branches--the ones that are tied
together like a headmaster's birch."
Ivy took the
branches in her lovely white hand and frowned at the Darkknight
Detective. "You have shown absolutely disgusting lust and perversion in
propositioning me. I am digusted!" Poison Ivy
lifted the bundle of thorny branches and swung them hard against Bruce's
nipples, and he screamed.
"You like
that, asshole? Lemme give your breasts some unwanted
attention eh? You like that, eh? You want to suck my nipples, eh?" With
each "Eh" Poison Ivy landed the thorny bundle again and again on Bruce's
nipples and he screamed and cried like a baby, even after he noticed Robin's
nauseated face at the window.
Then Poison Ivy went
around to Batman's back and lifted the cape and lashed Batman's bare ass and
thighs with the bundle...this was a new development, as his backside had not
been touched by the nettles, and it was not a welcoming shock. WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!
"You are a
disgusting, WHACK! loathesome creep, Batman,WHACK! and you WHACK!should
be censuredWHACK! by the sanctimonious creeps at WHACK! the
Justice WHACK! League WHACK! of America."
Batman screamed and
cried. "Please--Ivy--Mistress--I--you asked--me what I thought of your breasts..I (sob) am so (sob) sorry...forgive (sob) me (sob)
it's just (sob) been so long (sob) since I was allowed to (sob)
orgasm!"
Suddenly the thorny
bundle stopped its tattoo on Batman's tortured buttocks and Poison Ivy massaged
Batman's buttocks with her fingers. "Poor baby...does that feel
better?" the honeyed voice came, and Batman, hanging miserably, snuffled
through his mask. "Y-yes ma'am."
Poison Ivy walked
around to Batman's front, and began toying with his cock with her little
fingers. "Sweetheart" her voice went low." I know you're
human...and I know you are attracted to me...perhaps I'm being unkind!"
Poison Ivy rubbed
Batman's cock just a little more and it became large and the precum began drooling again. "What a sweet man you
are, Batman" she said sincerely."A girl
should be flattered that such a great crimefighter
would appreciate her humble breasts...right?"
Poison Ivy
rubbed her lips against the side of Batman's cock, and it danced, though he
knew there was a grave danger...as Poison Ivy's body was poisonous...and if she
kissed him, it would be curtains.
Poison Ivy's fingers
pulled and rubbed at Batman's shaft, and he gasped some more.
Ivy’s fingers rubbed
up and down Batman’s shaft, creating a pleasant friction. “You poor baby.” She
crooned. Ivy then compressed the penis, rhythmically squeezing and releasing
the base, and Batman shook all over…it had been so long since he’d spurted!
Ivy variated the frictiona nd compression with a firm and consistent up and down
stroking, and sped up as Batman’s legs began shaking.
The henchmen
watched almost enviously as the Darkknight Detective
began moaning. What an orgasm he was about to have. I will have to tell the
judge to give Poison Ivy some lenience, Batman thought. This is just wonderful.
Ivy’s fingers slid
over Batman’s glans, and down to the other side, and
then she grasped his penis, using a back and forth wrist movement, swiveling
her hand sideways.
Ivy then placed her
fingertips and thumb on the glans, and slowly opened them up, pressuring her fingers in
a spider-like massage motion around the head and foreskin of Batman’s penis.
Suddenly, Batman
knew he was very close to orgasm once again...he might even let her go when she
released him from this ridiculous ceiling...this would show Selina...but
he'd not cum quite yet...he had to play his cards right.
Ivy smiled demurely
up at the tormented Caped Crusader. "I realize that you came to stop my
robbery of the Zuko LaTieri
painting...and I really should let you down so you can arrest me and my boys..and I should thank you for your attention to my
breasts, right darling..." Batman smiled weakly. "Well, that might be
the right thing to do..."
Poison Ivy's eyes
narrowed and she lifted the thorny branch. WHACK! The thorns hit Batman's erect
penis for the first time "You arrogant asshole, Batman!" she screamed
"You think I'll let you CUM?" WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Batman screamed as
Ivy whipped his penis into limpness.
Outside, Robin used
his cell phone to call Oracle...this was an emergency
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