Help Wanted update

Dinah swung her belt back and forth, eyes glowing with anticipation. Ever since marrying Ra’s al Ghul, his daughter Talia had been disrespectful, dismissive of her authority. True, Talia was centuries older than Dinah, but Dinah still gave Ra’s something she never could. She’d been raised by the JSA, a JLA founding member, a metahumans, a blackbelt—while all Talia had done with her life was fail to get Batman into bed. And Dinah knew what a man-whore he was. He’d fucked his way through Gotham and half the Justice League like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was time to teach Talia some respect.

Talia didn’t know what Dinah was doing. She’d had some harsh words for Dinah and no reservations about expressing them, used to her word being law. She hadn’t expected Dinah to sucker-punch her, or to be stripped to the waist, her pants ripped up to bind her hands and tie her feet to the legs of the table she was bent over. She could try to lift herself up with her elbows, but Dinah would shove her back down, making her naked ass stick out once more. She was totally helpless, her asshole puckered, her pussy twitching nervously. The only person she had ever received this rough treatment from before was Bruce, and he always gave into her eventually… at least a little bit…

“You’ve got a nice ass, Talia. You must get it from your mom. I can see what Ra’s saw in her. But she’s gone now. Ra’s is mine. And as much as he dotes on you, let’s face it, he’s a guy. A guy can’t not appreciate a good blowjob.”

“Impudent dog!” Talia cursed. “If my father could only hear you speak this way…!”

“Your daddy actually likes a little dirty talk. But if he could hear you talk to me like the whiny little brat you’ve been, well…” Dinah pulled the leather belt taut with a snap. “Let’s just say even I might feel bad for you if he dished out your punishment. So we’ll handle this ourselves. Just us girls.”

Dinah lashed the belt across Talia’s creamy ass, sending a ripple through its sweet voluptuousness. Talia jerked her head, screaming with surprising feeling, but they were quite alone. She hadn’t thought of how isolated this part of the compound was before blasting Dinah, but Dinah had. 

She brought the belt down on Talia’s ass again, making it jerk, the pain searing all the way to Talia’s flushed face. Dinah was actually having a good time. The more she struck Talia with the belt, the more the red stripes of its attacks stood out on Talia’s flawless ass, the hotter Dinah got. She whipped Talia again and again, until every inch of her buttocks was reddened, flaming with feeling.

For some reason, Talia wasn’t screaming anymore. Perhaps she was embarrassed at her uninhibited outcry at the first hint of pain. Perhaps she didn’t want to give Dinah the satisfaction. Perhaps she was broken already. In any case, she moaned piteously as her ass glowed with pain, tears streaming from her eyes. 

“Your ass looks good in red,” Dinah said, lowering the belt, running her hand over the tender marks she’d left all over Talia’s cheeks. Talia whimpered as Dinah’s touch further stimulated her pain, but there was nothing she could do. “Feels good, too. Nice and warm. I think you like being spanked, Talia. I think you’ve been dying for someone to show you who’s boss. And if daddy dearest won’t do it, and Batman won’t do it, then mommy will have to…”

She pushed her middle finger up Talia’s asshole.

Talia’s eyes flew open, surprise more than pain. She was further shocked by how good it felt despite the pain. She twisted her ass, trying to dislodge Dinah’s finger, but Dinah only laughed as she fucked her digit in deeper.

“Yeah, take it, daddy’s girl. You really are one hot piece of ass.” She ran her other hand along Talia’s hip, enjoying the feel of Talia’s muscles straining as the girl tried to throw her off. “I’m going to finger your hole until it’s big enough to drive a convertible through. Then we’ll see: do I give you a strap-on or just use my fist?”

Dinah pulled her finger out and Talia clenched her buttocks tightly, gasping for breath. She wanted to beg—she couldn’t believe this—after all these years of faithfully serving her father, now her stepmother was calling on her, using her as… as a…

“Course, you’d enjoy that,” Dinah said. “So first, I still have to punish you for being such a naughty little bitch.”

Dinah slashed her belt across Talia’s ass and thighs again, drawing scarlet lines across the dark flesh. Talia sobbed with hot tears, though a manic grin afflicted her face too. It was so much less confusing than what she’d felt as Dinah fingered her ass. This was discipline. She could understand it. Dinah was her mother and she was teaching her a lesson. The fire in her buttocks might’ve been horrible, might’ve been more than she could stand for much longer without fainting, but she would be obedient now. She could see how strong Dinah was.

Finished, Dinah buckled her belt back up, then patted Talia on her wounded ass, drawing a keening from her wayward stepdaughter. “Cry if you want. Let it all out. I’ll give you some privacy while I go find my strap. We’ll see if you like it as much as your old man does.”

But when Dinah turned around, it was to find Angel and Gwen gaping at her, barely able to believe what they’d seen. Dinah took one look at them and knew.

“Oh great… you must be from another universe.”

“How’d you know?” Angel demanded, giving up the game before Gwen could say anything.

“Honey, I was in the JSA. I’ve seen it all. And you two don’t look like you’re from around here. You’re kinda… Squadron Supreme-y.”

“Please, mommy,” Talia whimpered. “Don’t let them see my ass!”

Dinah rolled her eyes. “Bottoms. C’mon, let’s talk in the other room. I think this one needs some more buffering time anyway.”

“You’re just going to leave her like that?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, it’s cool, Nyssa’s my favorite anyway.”