Regression Crisis Chapter Five (Patreon)

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“Looks like this won’t be the first spankin’ you’ve gotten recently,” Ava Harding, AKA The Paddler, said with a smile, patting Harley’s plump, pink bottom with her broad, firm hand, drawing a deep cleansing breath. She’d spanked many naughty girls over the years... but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had someone more deserving across her lap.

     “I’ll have you know,” Harley informed her huffily, squirming desperately to escape her tormentor’s lap, “that it wasn’t a spanking, it was a Kryptonian hot-seat!” The Paddler chuckled, her patting growing firmer against Harley’s vulnerable bare rump.

     “That’s what they all say,” she said, and without warning, she delivered a flurry of open palmed spanks to Harley’s already singed buns, drawing a hiss of pain from the squirming clown, who made the mistake of reaching back to try and block her butt with her palm.

     Ava simply grabbed Harley’s wrist and pinned it at the small of her back, immobilizing her and leaving her backside unprotected. Harley barely had time to give a panicked glance over her shoulder before the spanking began again in earnest.

     “Yyyeeeeeoooowww!” was all she could cry, The Paddler continuing the smoking warm-up with her hand. So experienced was she in the art of spanking, Ava was able to take a spankee’s height, weight, and body type (and, in the case of Harley, how tender her bottom might already be) and deliver a warm-up spanking calculated to that subjects exact needs in under a three minutes.

     “OH! OW! NO!” Harley whined, the quick but brisk spanking quickly turning her tush an angry red. Kicking her legs behind her as best the tangle of her leather trousers would allow, the clown pouted and lamented her fate. She enjoyed a little spanking as much as the next girl (OK, maybe a little more than the next girl), but this chick wasn’t playing around!

     “OK, baby,” Ava said soothingly, “the warm-up’s over.”

     “‘Warm-up’?!” Harley cried, her butt-cheeks already red and roasting.

     “I’ve got exactly what you need,” Ava said seductively, reaching down a selecting a wide, thick slab of leather attached to a sturdy handle, about 13 by three and a half inches from her belt... perfect for wielding with one hand. She pressed the smooth black surface against Harley’s smoking buttocks and simply held it there for a minute, the coolness of the leather bringing in involuntarily sigh.  

     “Awww... does that feel good on your hot little bottom?” The Paddler chuckled. “Not for long,” she said in a teasing voice. She tapped the paddle against Harley’s tushy softly, drawing a gulp from the squirming she-clown.

     The first swat landed against Harley’s already burning red rump with a ringing KRACK, it’s broad, flat surface easily able to cover both buttocks.  

     “WWAAAHHOOOOWWW!” Harley shirked, the fiery sting in her tail instantly increasing to a blistering inferno. She squirmed and fought across her tormentor’s lap-- to no avail. The woman was far stronger than her, and the ease with which she was able to pin Harley in place suggested augmented strength.  

     “Lemme go! You bitc--- mmuummph!”

     Harley’s protests were silenced by something thick and rubbery pushed into her mouth. A cross-eyed glance downward revealed what she’d been afraid of-- an oversized pacifier, complete with leather strap that was quickly buckled behind her head, had just been pushed between her lips.

     She looked back over her shoulder with a scowl, mumbling curses from behind her soother. Another hard swat with the paddle cut of her curses with a muffled howl of pain, the twin domes of her ass wobbling furiously and turning a fiery scarlet behind her.

     Another swat followed, and was quickly joined by another and another. Ava kept the pace slow and methodical, watching with satisfaction as Harley’s tushy went from pink to red to crimson. Harley fought and screamed, her legs kicking feebly in the air behind her, struggling to escape... but in the end, she could do little more that curse and cry and chew her pacifier, the paddle beating a slow but relentless rhythm against her rump.

     The soft, round hillocks of her buttocks sizzled and throbbed behind her, and after mentally flipping through the file of everyone who’s spanked her in the past, Harley was sure she’d never had her butt walloped this hard before. The Paddler, whoever she was, definitely lived up to her moniker!

     The punishment went on, seemingly without end, and Harley was on the verge of tears when Ava finally relented, setting the paddle aside and once again taking the time to pat and squeeze and rub Harley’s roasted rump. Behind the paci-gag, Harley grunted and moaned, every touch bringing conflicting sensations of relief and pain.

     Looking down on her hapless captive, Ava felt the old urge stirring inside her again. She knew she had to get out of there-- the rest of Harley’s team could come knocking at any moment.. not to mention the strict instructions she’d received from Wolfe, who was eager to get his little party started.

     But the longer she stared at the twin orbs of Harley’s blazing buttocks, the more distant Wolfe’s orders seemed. Screw the old man, she thought with a cocky grin, I’m gonna do what I want!

     Helping Harley to her feet, The Paddler retrieved the bag containing her gear. Sucking her pacifier sullenly, Harley watched suspiciously as a thick pink blanket was spread out on the floor. Almost before she knew what was happening, Harley found her boots undone and slipped off her feet, followed quickly by her pants. Now bottomless, her buns blazing painfully behind her, she sucked her pacifier and watched nervously as The Paddler grinned, fixing her with sharp look, and pointed to the blanket’s cushy surface.

     “Get your red little butt down here, missy,” Ava ordered sternly. “It’s diaper time for all bad girls!”

     With a squeal, Harley took off towards the exit as quickly as she could, only to be stopped in place when her tormentor snatched her wrist with steely fingers, forcing her down onto the blanket.

     Harley kicked and squealed, but The Paddler easily hoisted her legs into the air and spanked her already red and stinging booty, quickly silencing her protests.  

     “You sit still and do as I tell you, missy,” Ava said sternly, reaching into her bag. “Your little butt is going back into pampers... weather you want it or not!”

     “NNNNAAAHHH!” Harley cried from behind her pacifier, beating her fists against the floor furiously.

     But a sharp look from Ava silenced her protests, and Harley crossed her arms and huffed angrily, allowing the powerful Paddler to slip a thick diaper under her well-spanked bottom. “Now quit that pouting,” she scolded with good humour. “I know what you need,” she said, reaching into her bag and presenting a container of cool cream to her blushing victim.

     Harley tried not to react, but couldn’t keep her eyes from widening. Her butt was smarting something fierce, and a little cooling relief was just what the doctor ordered. Hesitantly, Harley lifted her legs, presenting her glowing hiney to her tormentor.

     With a smile, The Paddler scooped out a large glob of cold white cream. Slowly, with great care, she slathered it against the sizzling globes of the clown’s quivering rump.  

     Behind her soother, Harley emitted a relieved (and blatantly sexual) sigh, shivering, the cooling cream soothing the fire in her hiney. Ava worked the salve into Harley’s roasted rump, squeezing and needing her cheeks firmly.

     Harley was just starting to enjoy herself when she found herself lowered to the thick padding, the diaper pulled up between her legs and fastened firmly, so fast she barely knew what was happening.

     “OK sweetie... almost done,” Ava said sweetly, tucking and adjusting everything, until Harley looked like a proper baby from the waist down.

     “Alright... time to take you to see the big bad Wolfe,” She said, picking up Harley and holding her against her hip, as easily as a real toddler. Gasping, Harley instinctively wrapped her arms around The Paddler’s neck, diapered bum crinkling loudly in her ears as she was carried out to the waiting car.

What should happen next?