Chapter 4 - Language
Bruce froze as he looked at Clark in terror. In that awful moment, he understood how the villains he captured must feel when he caught them and they knew the jig was up. But while all they had to suffer was a trip back to Arkham and a padding cell, he had to face the wrath of one Kryptonian boyfriend who was starting to look very, very pissed off.
"That was fast," Selina commented to Clark as Bruce seemed unable to speak.
"Yes, it was," Clark's voice deepened to low rumble. "There was a car stuck on the tracks and a train was coming so I moved the car to a safer place. I would have been back sooner only the family wanted to thank me."
"Let me guess," Selina snipped. "A mom, dad, and two adorable little children who simply worship the great Superman."
"And a dog," Clark added, tightening his grip on Bruce's wrist. "May I ask why you are down here, Miss Kyle?"
"Selina," she insisted. "Bruce made a mad dash for the Kryptonite the moment you left, and I wanted to come. What are you going to do him?"
"None of your concern," Clark replied firmly. He was looking rather irritated with her, but of course, he would never snap at a woman. "Let us walk you to the door. Should we call you a taxi?"
"I want to stay," Selina shook her head. "Only Bruce can tell me to go, and he wants me to stay. Don't you?"
Bruce felt about two seconds away from a panic attack. One of hand, if Selina stayed, Clark might not jump into the disciplining boyfriend routine right away. But on the other hand, keeping Selina around might infuriate Clark even further, and Bruce did not want to upset his boyfriend even more, especially with the Kryptonite now out of reach. He hesitated, trying to decide.
"Let me put it this way," Clark said, still calm and cool. "What's going to happen to you will happen whether Miss Kyle is here or not."
"Get out, Selina," Bruce said immediately.
Clark pulled on his arm, a sharp tug that Bruce made wince. "That is not how we address a lady. Try again."
"If she's a lady, I'm a – ow, Clark!" Bruce winced at another sharp tug and gave in. "I'm sorry, Selina, you have to leave now. I'll see you later."
She tossed her head back. "No, I want to stay. I want to see what you're going to do to Batsy here, what's making him all squirmy and sweaty. It has to be good, and since he embarrassed you by having me here, it's only fair that that you embarrass him by having me here now while you punish him."
Bruce prayed that Clark did not see any logic in that. Suffering under Clark's disciplinary methods was bad enough without having an audience, especially his former girlfriend who would love a chance to see him humiliated.
"You can stay for the first five minutes and then you leave," Clark decided.
"No!" Bruce writhed against Clark's grip. "No, you big blue monster, she can't stay. This is between you and me, not her."
"That's how I wanted it to be," Clark agreed. "But you brought her into this, and as you made clear, she is in our lives now where I like it or not. She means something to you, Bruce, and though I would prefer to keep our relationship private, you brought her into this mess."
"I want her to leave," Bruce demanded. "She'll spread this all over Gotham and make me a laughing stock. She has to go."
"Miss Kyle," Clark turned stern eyes on her, "I trust we have your discretion from hence forth. I would not enjoy having to track you down to reprimand you for spreading rumors, and neither would you."
Selina opened her mouth to tell Clark to go screw himself, but she hesitated. There was something warning and stern in his eyes, a promise of retribution that she had never seen in Batman's eyes. She had forgotten who she was dealing with; Bruce let her get away with all kinds of petty crimes because he had loved her, but Clark had no such feelings about her. And considering that she had put the world's strongest man in a position of possible jealous rage, Selina thought she better count herself lucky. She did not want to waste one of her precious cat lives by irritating Superman.
"Yes, Mr. Kent," she gave the smallest nod of her head.
"We're going up to the family room," Clark directed. "I'm getting through to him tonight if it's the last thing I do, and you'll be a witness as well, Miss Kyle."
"No," Bruce turned to face his boyfriend, "no, please, Clark. Please make her go away. I swear I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want, anything at all. I'll cook, I'll take care of myself, I'll do whatever you want in bed –"
"Don't," Clark's voice was dangerously low, "cheapen what we have. You got yourself into this, and I'm setting you straight. You say anymore and I'll double what you've got coming to you. Miss Kyle,'" he motioned to the lift, indicating ladies first.
Selina's heart was pattering quickly as she stepped into the lift. She could not take her eyes off Bruce's tortured face, and the way he kept tugging to free himself from Clark's iron grip made her stomach flipflop. She had loved the cold, unmovable part of Batman and how he always won, his alpha male role one of the things that had drawn her to him in the first place. But to see him as Bruce in trouble, struggling against Clark and whatever Clark had planned for him – it made her so horribly horny she could barely breathe.
And as they rode the lift, Bruce kept chewing on his bottom lip in fear and making those tiny sounds of pleading though he spoke no actual words. Selina felt torn between jealousy and arousal: jealous that someone else other than her could cause such a strong reaction in Bruce and aroused that Bruce could actually look like that as he went to his dreaded fate. How could a man so strong and formidable become so infantilized, especially around a boy scout like Clark Kent?
She never thought anyone could ever dominate Bruce Wayne. That had been a core part of their relationship, both of them vying to get on top and stay there, in and out of bed. She would get the upper hand over him and then he would top her and so on for years. They had once fallen out of bed while each trying to dominate the other, and Alfred had come up to make sure everyone was all right, much to everyone's embarrassment. But Bruce had never given up and let her win; she did not think it was possible for him to admit defeat and submit to someone else.
She had been so wrong.
The lift jerked to a stop.
"Clark, please," Bruce whispered, so low Selina could barely hear him. "Please."
"Come along," Clark said quietly, but his hand slipped to Bruce's shoulder, to guide him rather than hold him still.
They all reached the family room and Clark went to close the door, leaving Selina standing beside Bruce. She watched his face closely, catching the tiny flinch he gave when the door shut. Gods, but he looked so beautiful right then, so young and worried and vulnerable – she could barely keep from throwing herself on him again.
"Have a seat and make yourself comfortable," Clark indicated a chair for Selina.
She backed up and dropped into the chair so she wouldn't miss a moment of the sight in front of her.
"Clark, no," Bruce finally found his voice, "not in front of her. I know I hurt you and I'm really sorry, but it's Catwoman for crying out loud. I would never do this to you if I caught you kissing Lois."
"Once we got together, I explained everything to Lois and told her we would have to be friends only," Clark replied. "She was upset, but I have been honest with her just as I've been honest with you. And if I ever do what you just did, you are welcomed to punish me. No more arguing now. I'm going to do what I've done before when you lie to me."
Selina held her breath. She was certain she knew what would happen next, but it seemed all too glorious and awful to actually happen right in front of her. She grabbed the arms of her chair with both sweaty hands to brace herself.
"Five minutes," Clark held up a hand with all his fingers spread out.
Selina wrenched her eyes away from Bruce long enough to see the clock - 6:47.
"Just lecture me for five minutes then," Bruce begged. His mouth kept doing odd things, twisting itself up and down and he shifted his weight back and forth. "Please, Clark, you're good at it, and you know I hate being lectured."
"I'll lecture you all along the way," Clark went to sit in the middle of the old-fashioned, claw-foot sofa. "Come here."
He held his hand out. Bruce felt his stomach dive, but he began dragging his feet towards his unreasonable boyfriend.
"Quickly, or I'm giving her another minute to stay," Clark ordered.
"No, you shouldn't start counting until you really start," Selina insisted.
Bruce shot her look full of hatred, but Clark reached out to snag his hand and yank him towards the sofa.
"You're going to do it," for the first time that night, Selina's voice was shaky. "You're going to spank him, aren't you?"
"I am," Clark began to pull Bruce over his lap.
"Bare. It has to be bare," Selina decided.
Bruce froze, half-bend over Clark's lap. "Shut up," he told her. "Shut up or get out."
"He has to be bare or it's not a real punishment," Selina went on, amazed at her own bravery as she looked right at Clark. "Pull his pants down and his underwear before you put him over your lap. No need for modesty – I've seen it all before, anyway. Bare him so he can really feel it."
Both men stared at her, Bruce horrified and Clark mildly surprised at her sadistic streak.
"Clark!" Bruce finally spoke up. "Make her leave."
"Over my lap and then pants down. But underwear up. Fair compromise?" Clark asked.
"No!" Bruce wailed, but Clark had already pulled him down over those hard knees and tucked him tightly against that rock-hard chest. Bruce struggled, trying to pull himself away by grabbing onto the sofa legs and the carpet, but Clark gave him a rough shake.
"Settle down or I'm going to get the hairbrush upstairs," Clark threatened.
"It's not fair," Bruce complained though he stopped moving. "She comes onto me, she kisses me, and I'm the one getting punished. What about her?"
Selina held her breath again, waiting for Clark's reply.
"She is not my boyfriend who goes off on his own and lies and hides people in closets," Clark retorted as he reached under Bruce to unzip his pants and yank them down to his knees.
Bruce had no idea how Clark managed him so easily. With all his height and muscle, Bruce was well over two-hundred pounds, but Clark held him like he barely weighted anything, keeping him down with one iron-like hand while the other managed his pants. He thought it was completely unfair that the one man on earth whom he could not beat was his boyfriend; anyone else daring to try to spank him, Bruce would had decked and left hanging at the top of Gotham Tower. He tried to shake Clark off again, frustrated beyond belief.
"He always struggles a bit when I get him in this position," Clark explained. "He knows what's coming and knows he can't escape, but he still tries to get out of it. Persistent fellow, I'll give him that."
Selina felt rather light-headed. She could not believe she was staring at Bruce, the feared Batman of Gotham City, lying over the lap of Clark Kent with his pants around his knees and his gray boxers curving around his bottom at the perfect angle for Clark to swat. She could see the muscles straining under Bruce's shirt as he tried to pull himself off his boyfriend's lap.
"How many times have you spanked him?" she whispered.
"Five or six times, mostly for lying. Wait is this seven? It's probably seven. I don't keep count."
"Eight, you fucker!" Bruce yelled at him.
"My apologies for the language. He tends to swear at lot in this position," Clark told Selina. "He's earned himself extra for using that word, especially in front of a lady."
"Do you like putting me on display?" Bruce roared. "I'm not a show, you sick voyeuristic freaks. God, let me up."
"I apologize for the yelling as well," Clark sighed. "He gets really loud this way and he's only going to get louder. Ready, Bruce?"
"Go to hell!"
With a tired sigh, Clark raised his hand and brought it down hard on Bruce's backside. It sounded like a gunshot in the room. Selina jumped in her chair, and Bruce jerked his head straight up, his eyes big and his lips forming around a silent ow.
Silence for a second, and then Bruce yelled,
"Damn it, Clark, not so hard."
Shaking his head, Clark raised his hand again, ready to keep spanking and start the lecturing for one very naughty boyfriend.
"That was fast," Selina commented to Clark as Bruce seemed unable to speak.
"Yes, it was," Clark's voice deepened to low rumble. "There was a car stuck on the tracks and a train was coming so I moved the car to a safer place. I would have been back sooner only the family wanted to thank me."
"Let me guess," Selina snipped. "A mom, dad, and two adorable little children who simply worship the great Superman."
"And a dog," Clark added, tightening his grip on Bruce's wrist. "May I ask why you are down here, Miss Kyle?"
"Selina," she insisted. "Bruce made a mad dash for the Kryptonite the moment you left, and I wanted to come. What are you going to do him?"
"None of your concern," Clark replied firmly. He was looking rather irritated with her, but of course, he would never snap at a woman. "Let us walk you to the door. Should we call you a taxi?"
"I want to stay," Selina shook her head. "Only Bruce can tell me to go, and he wants me to stay. Don't you?"
Bruce felt about two seconds away from a panic attack. One of hand, if Selina stayed, Clark might not jump into the disciplining boyfriend routine right away. But on the other hand, keeping Selina around might infuriate Clark even further, and Bruce did not want to upset his boyfriend even more, especially with the Kryptonite now out of reach. He hesitated, trying to decide.
"Let me put it this way," Clark said, still calm and cool. "What's going to happen to you will happen whether Miss Kyle is here or not."
"Get out, Selina," Bruce said immediately.
Clark pulled on his arm, a sharp tug that Bruce made wince. "That is not how we address a lady. Try again."
"If she's a lady, I'm a – ow, Clark!" Bruce winced at another sharp tug and gave in. "I'm sorry, Selina, you have to leave now. I'll see you later."
She tossed her head back. "No, I want to stay. I want to see what you're going to do to Batsy here, what's making him all squirmy and sweaty. It has to be good, and since he embarrassed you by having me here, it's only fair that that you embarrass him by having me here now while you punish him."
Bruce prayed that Clark did not see any logic in that. Suffering under Clark's disciplinary methods was bad enough without having an audience, especially his former girlfriend who would love a chance to see him humiliated.
"You can stay for the first five minutes and then you leave," Clark decided.
"No!" Bruce writhed against Clark's grip. "No, you big blue monster, she can't stay. This is between you and me, not her."
"That's how I wanted it to be," Clark agreed. "But you brought her into this, and as you made clear, she is in our lives now where I like it or not. She means something to you, Bruce, and though I would prefer to keep our relationship private, you brought her into this mess."
"I want her to leave," Bruce demanded. "She'll spread this all over Gotham and make me a laughing stock. She has to go."
"Miss Kyle," Clark turned stern eyes on her, "I trust we have your discretion from hence forth. I would not enjoy having to track you down to reprimand you for spreading rumors, and neither would you."
Selina opened her mouth to tell Clark to go screw himself, but she hesitated. There was something warning and stern in his eyes, a promise of retribution that she had never seen in Batman's eyes. She had forgotten who she was dealing with; Bruce let her get away with all kinds of petty crimes because he had loved her, but Clark had no such feelings about her. And considering that she had put the world's strongest man in a position of possible jealous rage, Selina thought she better count herself lucky. She did not want to waste one of her precious cat lives by irritating Superman.
"Yes, Mr. Kent," she gave the smallest nod of her head.
"We're going up to the family room," Clark directed. "I'm getting through to him tonight if it's the last thing I do, and you'll be a witness as well, Miss Kyle."
"No," Bruce turned to face his boyfriend, "no, please, Clark. Please make her go away. I swear I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want, anything at all. I'll cook, I'll take care of myself, I'll do whatever you want in bed –"
"Don't," Clark's voice was dangerously low, "cheapen what we have. You got yourself into this, and I'm setting you straight. You say anymore and I'll double what you've got coming to you. Miss Kyle,'" he motioned to the lift, indicating ladies first.
Selina's heart was pattering quickly as she stepped into the lift. She could not take her eyes off Bruce's tortured face, and the way he kept tugging to free himself from Clark's iron grip made her stomach flipflop. She had loved the cold, unmovable part of Batman and how he always won, his alpha male role one of the things that had drawn her to him in the first place. But to see him as Bruce in trouble, struggling against Clark and whatever Clark had planned for him – it made her so horribly horny she could barely breathe.
And as they rode the lift, Bruce kept chewing on his bottom lip in fear and making those tiny sounds of pleading though he spoke no actual words. Selina felt torn between jealousy and arousal: jealous that someone else other than her could cause such a strong reaction in Bruce and aroused that Bruce could actually look like that as he went to his dreaded fate. How could a man so strong and formidable become so infantilized, especially around a boy scout like Clark Kent?
She never thought anyone could ever dominate Bruce Wayne. That had been a core part of their relationship, both of them vying to get on top and stay there, in and out of bed. She would get the upper hand over him and then he would top her and so on for years. They had once fallen out of bed while each trying to dominate the other, and Alfred had come up to make sure everyone was all right, much to everyone's embarrassment. But Bruce had never given up and let her win; she did not think it was possible for him to admit defeat and submit to someone else.
She had been so wrong.
The lift jerked to a stop.
"Clark, please," Bruce whispered, so low Selina could barely hear him. "Please."
"Come along," Clark said quietly, but his hand slipped to Bruce's shoulder, to guide him rather than hold him still.
They all reached the family room and Clark went to close the door, leaving Selina standing beside Bruce. She watched his face closely, catching the tiny flinch he gave when the door shut. Gods, but he looked so beautiful right then, so young and worried and vulnerable – she could barely keep from throwing herself on him again.
"Have a seat and make yourself comfortable," Clark indicated a chair for Selina.
She backed up and dropped into the chair so she wouldn't miss a moment of the sight in front of her.
"Clark, no," Bruce finally found his voice, "not in front of her. I know I hurt you and I'm really sorry, but it's Catwoman for crying out loud. I would never do this to you if I caught you kissing Lois."
"Once we got together, I explained everything to Lois and told her we would have to be friends only," Clark replied. "She was upset, but I have been honest with her just as I've been honest with you. And if I ever do what you just did, you are welcomed to punish me. No more arguing now. I'm going to do what I've done before when you lie to me."
Selina held her breath. She was certain she knew what would happen next, but it seemed all too glorious and awful to actually happen right in front of her. She grabbed the arms of her chair with both sweaty hands to brace herself.
"Five minutes," Clark held up a hand with all his fingers spread out.
Selina wrenched her eyes away from Bruce long enough to see the clock - 6:47.
"Just lecture me for five minutes then," Bruce begged. His mouth kept doing odd things, twisting itself up and down and he shifted his weight back and forth. "Please, Clark, you're good at it, and you know I hate being lectured."
"I'll lecture you all along the way," Clark went to sit in the middle of the old-fashioned, claw-foot sofa. "Come here."
He held his hand out. Bruce felt his stomach dive, but he began dragging his feet towards his unreasonable boyfriend.
"Quickly, or I'm giving her another minute to stay," Clark ordered.
"No, you shouldn't start counting until you really start," Selina insisted.
Bruce shot her look full of hatred, but Clark reached out to snag his hand and yank him towards the sofa.
"You're going to do it," for the first time that night, Selina's voice was shaky. "You're going to spank him, aren't you?"
"I am," Clark began to pull Bruce over his lap.
"Bare. It has to be bare," Selina decided.
Bruce froze, half-bend over Clark's lap. "Shut up," he told her. "Shut up or get out."
"He has to be bare or it's not a real punishment," Selina went on, amazed at her own bravery as she looked right at Clark. "Pull his pants down and his underwear before you put him over your lap. No need for modesty – I've seen it all before, anyway. Bare him so he can really feel it."
Both men stared at her, Bruce horrified and Clark mildly surprised at her sadistic streak.
"Clark!" Bruce finally spoke up. "Make her leave."
"Over my lap and then pants down. But underwear up. Fair compromise?" Clark asked.
"No!" Bruce wailed, but Clark had already pulled him down over those hard knees and tucked him tightly against that rock-hard chest. Bruce struggled, trying to pull himself away by grabbing onto the sofa legs and the carpet, but Clark gave him a rough shake.
"Settle down or I'm going to get the hairbrush upstairs," Clark threatened.
"It's not fair," Bruce complained though he stopped moving. "She comes onto me, she kisses me, and I'm the one getting punished. What about her?"
Selina held her breath again, waiting for Clark's reply.
"She is not my boyfriend who goes off on his own and lies and hides people in closets," Clark retorted as he reached under Bruce to unzip his pants and yank them down to his knees.
Bruce had no idea how Clark managed him so easily. With all his height and muscle, Bruce was well over two-hundred pounds, but Clark held him like he barely weighted anything, keeping him down with one iron-like hand while the other managed his pants. He thought it was completely unfair that the one man on earth whom he could not beat was his boyfriend; anyone else daring to try to spank him, Bruce would had decked and left hanging at the top of Gotham Tower. He tried to shake Clark off again, frustrated beyond belief.
"He always struggles a bit when I get him in this position," Clark explained. "He knows what's coming and knows he can't escape, but he still tries to get out of it. Persistent fellow, I'll give him that."
Selina felt rather light-headed. She could not believe she was staring at Bruce, the feared Batman of Gotham City, lying over the lap of Clark Kent with his pants around his knees and his gray boxers curving around his bottom at the perfect angle for Clark to swat. She could see the muscles straining under Bruce's shirt as he tried to pull himself off his boyfriend's lap.
"How many times have you spanked him?" she whispered.
"Five or six times, mostly for lying. Wait is this seven? It's probably seven. I don't keep count."
"Eight, you fucker!" Bruce yelled at him.
"My apologies for the language. He tends to swear at lot in this position," Clark told Selina. "He's earned himself extra for using that word, especially in front of a lady."
"Do you like putting me on display?" Bruce roared. "I'm not a show, you sick voyeuristic freaks. God, let me up."
"I apologize for the yelling as well," Clark sighed. "He gets really loud this way and he's only going to get louder. Ready, Bruce?"
"Go to hell!"
With a tired sigh, Clark raised his hand and brought it down hard on Bruce's backside. It sounded like a gunshot in the room. Selina jumped in her chair, and Bruce jerked his head straight up, his eyes big and his lips forming around a silent ow.
Silence for a second, and then Bruce yelled,
"Damn it, Clark, not so hard."
Shaking his head, Clark raised his hand again, ready to keep spanking and start the lecturing for one very naughty boyfriend.