Web-Ed's note: Part 3 of a 5-part story. Leilani’s contemporaneous note to me (September 2004) indicates this version was intended as a rough draft, but since the finished draft was never completed, I am publishing the original (with minor editing).  The members of the JLA are © DC Comics INC.

The Justice League of America Part 3

 

By Leilani
        

 
Wonder Woman’s narrative

I can actually feel the heat radiating from my hindquarters, and the tingly
prickly feelings running up my thighs, are enough to drive me insane!  I
can’t seem to concentrate on what you are trying to say to me, Batman.

I’ve always loved you Batman.  I’m sorry but there has never been a right
time to say it.  You’ve always been so aloof, mysterious, and single-minded in
your academic pursuits and lofty expectations for all of us, unlike the
ardent, tempestuous, lustful world of my Amazon sisters.  When you burst
into the room enraged at Supergirl’s and my escapades, fuming about my
provoking Supergirl to deviant behavior, I was secretly pleased. What a
change from your usual imperturbable comportment!  I had always wanted to
evoke passion and rapture into your stoic facade so long; I would accept
even rage and wrath, as they too, are exciting emotions. Anything but your
restraining, impassive domination of the JLA.  When I looked up into your
tumultuous dark, angry eyes-------- trembling lips, bitten silent, to
prevent an expulsion of expletives, I felt elated to have been able to
elicit some emotional response from you.  I wanted you to pick me up in your
strong arms--------I was sure the electric shocks of our hot ravenous bodies
meeting, would have channeled your fury to intense desire.  I set poised,
ready to place a lascivious, passionate kiss on your lips and down your
throat-------another one of my little-known Amazon powers.  But instead you
grabbed by gold leather belt and with Herculean strength held me, face-down
across your lap with an iron grip.  My bubble burst-----not my favorite
position for love-making.  Then I knew you were the same old obstinate
cape-crusader.  I was curious though, when you fumbled with the elastic band
of my bikini -----certainly the old Batman would never have the guts to pull
them down.  Maybe you were changed?  I turned around, and looked into your
steamy eyes, I knew you would find incomparably milky skin, exquisite lines,
perfect form--------I was pleased and wiggled my butt------I like men like
this, unrestrained and reckless.

But then you raised your right arm, and brought a punishing calloused palm
crashing down across my quivering buttocks.  The shock of that heavy blow
took my breath away----and a warm feeling that could only be described as
pleasurable radiated from the heat.  I loved feeling the strength and power
of a man, not afraid to take me.  In Paradise Island, I grew up watching
wrestling matches among the opposite sexes.  True, the thrill of conquest
can be climactical.  But the chance to come against another indomitable
spirit and acquiesce to a stronger will can be arousing as well.  There is a
touch of sadism as well as masochism in all of us----and a well-balanced
person can accept them both.

You spanked me very slowly and deliberately--------so that I would have to
await each blow with fearful anticipation and savor the rich fullness of
exquisite pain. I lay flaccid in complete supplication----to atone for my
sins and assuage your anger.  But my submission failed to appease you,
Batman.  You became more aroused, raining heavier and heavier blows, without
mercy or compassion on my defenseless bare bottom.  My muscles contracted,
my legs drew up to redirect the pain.  You could feel my stomach tighten,
but it only fueled your desire to spank me unsparingly.  My body would shake
with the forceful jolt of every spank.  The noise of the smacks, cracking
like gunshot fires, echoing down the empty hall, were more frightening than
the pain.

I am powerless to stop you-----you will stop, when you are tired........but
your indefatigable arm pounds away relentlessly on my chastised sore bottom.
My mind is flying now, I feel a wetness between my legs, and wonder if you
will acknowledge it.  A strange glow or excited feeling is gnawing in my
loins..........I am beyond pain..........craving heavier and heavier
sensations to carry my spirit to new dimensions.  Our souls lock and we move
in synchrony, you instinctively know when to speed up, when to slow down and
rub, and we step together in some kind of fantastic dance.  You anticipate
my every move; read my mind with psychic clarity.  We think, and proceed in
unison, as we transcend to higher planes of existence. Our experiences
surpasses all earthly expectations and can only be described as
spiritual--------you transported me to the ledge of existence of humanity,
the brink of climax..............and stop??????????

Batman: “Wonder Woman......I am sorry......This is totally out of character
for both of us.......Something is wrong!.........A demon has possessed
me!!......It’s the sinister spirit that has broken loose from the Prophecy
Stone!!!! Some evil humor that had corrupted our last group of visitors,
infected them with lascivious appetites and carnal obsessions.  The one
called Richard was infatuated with a preoccupation of spanking. He must be a
carrier!”

I lay insensible to your logical train of thoughts.  The desires and needs
of my body were overwhelming all of my sensors.  Why must we stop?  You were
Batman, stodgy, unmalleable, dogmatic, puritanical, persevering crime
fighter once more.  My unrequited passions lay in limbo, as you pulled me to
my feet, straightened out my clothes and hair, to make me presentable.  But
you were oblivious to my fiery burning bottom, which was maddening and
distracting my ability to focus on your words.  ”Come,” you said, “We have to
warn the others.”

(to be continued)