Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What does Poison Ivy have in mind?

Birthday Girls Get Spankings

Lois Lane's ass burned, the dildo stuffing her, as Poison Ivy directed Harley Quinn to turn around. The reporter found herself leaning back in the chair, the Clown Princess of Crime's breasts pressed into her face. They stared into each other's eyes...and then there was the hard smack of flesh on flesh.

It was an old ritual. The kind of thing that most people stopped doing as teenagers. Except as Harley Quinn's ass reddened under Ivy's repeated blows, Lois could see the flush beneath the greasepaint on Harley's cheeks...the way her irises were dilated...feel the stiff nipples from her pert little breasts...and when Harley pulled the reporter's hair, the reporter's mouth opened to accept her tongue, her lips...

"And one to grow on!" Ivy said, smacking Harley so hard that the clown jumped in the reporter's lap...and the chair, overbalanced, tumbled backwards, to collapse in a clatter with the two women on top of it. The shock and pain of the impact stunned Lois for a moment...her head swam...and she shivered as she saw the strange smile on Harley Quinn's face.

"Hey red?" The clown said.

"Yes, Harls?" Ivy said, and Lois saw green gloves grasp Harley Quinn's shoulders.

"I know what I want for my present," Harley licked her lips. "But I'm gonna need my mallet...and some of your vines..."

Lois Lane swallowed hard, heart pounding. Unable to bring herself to move as Harley whispered what she wanted to do to her.