You Want Me To Put The Hammer Down?

The Elf giggled stupidly. "Bravo!" he said, slurring his words. "Brav--" he hiccuped, then fell backwards into a sitting position on a rare bit of undamaged boardwalk. "Encore! Praise be to the lady with the light-up--"
Carol glared, and that was enough to cow him into silence. He put his head down and let out another hiccup, then spoke no more. She'd run out of trump cards to play, and it was now well and truly sinking in that she was nude, depowered, and staring down an angry Thunder God to boot. Her mind raced as she tried to think of something to say, something authoritative and stern. "By the authority vested in me by SHIELD, I order you to stand down!" She blurted out, but the words sounded hollow, even to her. How could anyone take her seriously, let alone be threatened by her, when she was struggling to contain all her assets and blushing like a schoolgirl. "I mean it!" she added, in a tone that strongly suggested she did not, in fact, mean it. A pile of rubble nearby moved, and from it the Rock Man with the inexplicable Kiwi accent extricated himself, brushing dust off his cobbled grey skin and adjusting the rumpled and slightly-torn haiwaiin shirt he was wearing. "Authority? Down with authority! Rebellion is a moral good! Revolution is a social inevitability!"

Carol was stunned into speechlessness; just how many flavours of cosmic weirdo had this Thor surrounded himself with? She looked back at the God himself, who had raised a fist in solidarity with the Rock Man and was now making loud whooping noises. "That's my guy! Right on!" he turned back to her, his smile fading. "We don't take too kindly to The Man telling us what to do around here, as you can see. Twice you've acted as a thorn in my side, and twice you've failed and only embarrassed yourself. Under the circumstances, I'll happily accept your surrender, so long as you provide a full apology for your party pooping ways!" He pointed his hammer at her for effect. Carol clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. All these years of being Captain Marvel, and now she was being asked to grovel before a pampered, pretty-boy prince? Not in a million years, she thought to herself. "Go. To. Hell." Was her reply. Thor snorted. "Been there, done that. Though in my case, it was 'Hel' with one L; typical humans, can't even spell properly, but I digress. If you won't repent for your, er...party poopery, then as Crown Prince of Asgard and Future Sovereign of the Nine Realms, I'll just have to administer the All-Father's Justice myself."
She didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit. "What are you talking about? I'm not one of your subjects, this isn't one of your...your territories! Earth is under my protection and I'm not gonna let you ransack it!"
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Midgard is one of the Nine Realms, and that means I'm well within my rights to bring the wrath of Asgard down on any who oppose me."
Carol cocked an eyebrow. "Oh...oh yeah?" She was trying to put the usual bravado into her voice, but there was nothing behind it. She wasn't afraid, exactly, or if she was, it wasn't for herself; this whole galactic frat party was in danger of causing permanent danger to Earth. To home. She couldn't back down, not even in the face of this. "What are you gonna do?"
"It's quite simple: You see, in Asgard, we're strong believers in..." he smiled smugly. "Corporal punishment."
Carol swallowed, taking another step back. Corporal punishment? He doesn't mean...he can't seriously think. "I don't know what's going through your mind right now, Dee Snider, but if you think I'm letting you lay a hand on me, you've got another thing coming!" She took several more shuffling steps away from him, Valkyrie stood to the side, watching intently, a sly smirk playing on her lips. Thor stayed still for a few seconds, then started walking after her, stepping over debris and rubble without even bothering to look down. Carol meanwhile was struggling to stay upright; the strange reaction that bong had had with her powers seemed to have robbed her of much of her invulnerability, so every step brought with it fresh stabs of pain as she trod on bits of broken wood and masonry. No blood was drawn, but for all intents and purposes it was like walking over a floor made entirely of Lego. "Stay back!" she called out to him. "I'm warning you!"
"Yes, you do a lot of warning, don't you?" Thor chuckled. "If only you could back it up!"

The awkward walk-chase across the pier continued on for a few short minutes, until Carol found herself **** to back up into a broken shopfront, the building's front window and ceiling sheared away by the shockwave the explosion had caused. Carol stumbled over the threshold, and Thor followed. "Where to now, fair lady?" he gestured at the shop around them. "There's nowhere else for you to go, you can hardly fly away anymore, so what do you intend to do, exactly?"
"I--I..." Truthfully, Carol Danvers was stumped. Where could she go? There was nowhere nearby she might scurry off to where he couldn't simply follow. She was...stuck? Looking over her shoulder at the remains of a staircase leading up to the second floor, she briefly entertained going upstairs and made a move towards the bottom of it...but lost her footing, and tumbled unceremoniously to the ground. Twisting her body as she fell, she ended up lying on her stomach folded over a raised bit of broken floor; she went to get back up, but felt a sudden, impossibly heavy weight pressing down on her back. Carol craned her neck to get a better look over her shoulder, and couldn't help but let out a faint, distressed moan at what she saw: that damn hammer, pinning her in place, again.
"Excellent, now the party pooper's incapacitated again, we can commence with the dispensing of justice!" Thor proclaimed. Carol stared up at him, unable to ignore how **** this latest predicament made her feel. "Justice?" She squirmed beneath the hammer, trying vainly to shift it. "You call this justice? You're destroying this planet! And now...now you want to..." she cringed. "Punish me for trying to stop you?" He wouldn't, he...he wouldn't! Thor scratched his chin, considering her words, then nodded. "Yes, that's about the gist of it. Now, let's stop delaying shall we? I still have a trip to your ark-tick to make—Loki insists there's no better source of ice for Jotunheim Coladas rink, and it's terribly hot here in this...Awestryeliar? Anyway..." Settling into a tense, focused stance. He flexed his fingers, once, twice, thrice, shook out his wrist, and raised his hand, his eyes trained on the largest and most slappable part of Carol's body. Carol screamed in frustration, trying to kick him several times and failing miserably. A blush crept up onto her cheeks, while her stomach turned to a cauldron of churning, chilled water. She was Carol Danvers, this wasn't the kind of thing that happened to her. "Thor! Thor, no! You're not doing this! I swear, when I get my powers back--"

CRACK!

Carol Danvers gasped. A sharp sting washed over that largest and most slappable part of her: Her ass. One thing to understand about Carol was that while her butt wasn't the biggest this side of the galaxy—which had never bothered her much in any case, what it lacked in size it more than made up for in firmness and shapeliness—Colonel Danvers' long years of military excercise had paid dividends, gifting her a high, tight set of buns that adequately filled out the modified Kree battle-suit she usually wore and were more than a little easy on the eyes besides. They also didn't get much sun, given how much time Carol spent in said suit and how loathe she was to ever take a vacation, so their hue and complexion might best be described as 'putting the Milky in Milky Way'. All of this meant that most of what was visible of her from behind right now was the fullest of moons, beautifully sculpted and, even with her powers currently M.I.A, positively glowing. It also meant that when the hand of Thor, God of Thunder and Crown Prince of Asgard, came down upon Carol's butt, while it didn't do that much in the way of jiggling—small, restrained, a brief, cutesy wobble—what it did do was immensely satisfying and, to the outside observer, surprisingly erotic. Carol took a long, shaky breath. It hurts, she thought, somewhat pathetically. Why...why does it hurt? Stripped naked again, spanked by a god, surely this day couldn't get any worse?
"THOR!" Carol raged. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW! AS AN AGENT OF SHIELD, I--"

CRACK!

Thor slapped her ass again, and Carol involuntarily sucked a lungful of air in sharply through gritted teeth. His hand made her milky little moon jiggle fiercely, and **** her to suppress a pained groan. This time the stinging lingered, lapping across the pale cheeks like tiny tongues of flame. "No...no, stop...!" She hissed, her other cheeks catching an even worse colour as the blush grew stronger.
"I'm sorry, did you say something? It's just that I couldn't hear you over the sound of discipline."

CRACK

Carol screamed again. The sensation of a firm hand on her ass coupled with complete and total nudity was a level of humiliation she was, even after the strippings she'd already endured, wholly unprepared for. The stinging gave no sign of leaving now, instead it raked back and forth over her poor bottom in waves. She tried to cover it with her hands, but the position she was pinned it meant that she could only reach the very top of her butt, and even that made the stinging worse; so, she withdrew, panting slightly at the intensity of the sensation. By now, Carol could feel that her face was bright-red, and she didn't dare think of what colour her tush must have turned—in reality it was just as she feared: a circular cloud of red rising across each of the lily-white fields of her cheeks, with the vaguest impression of a hand beneath that.
She swallowed, trying to bring back some of the usual bravado. "Thor..." she exhaled, took a deep breath, tried again. "THOR! LISTEN TO ME! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!" She wriggled impotently in place. "I'M ORDERING YOU TO—"
CRACK!

Thor smiled, and went to roll up non-existent sleeves. "With...some due respect, I am a god. Gods. Do. Not. Take. Orders."

CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK

Every word was punctuated with a thunderous smack. Carol tried to resist it, she tried to keep her mouth shut, but the fifth time Thor made contact with her butt, a sudden, shockingly high squeal escaped her. A sickly surge of embarrassment went through her. "No...no, no, no, no..." she whispered, in disbelief. He'd made her do it, made her squeal like some scared teenager, and just by 'punishing' her. She wanted to die, she wanted to sink right into the earth and never come back out. He'd made her everything she'd never wanted to be—a shrieking damsel in distress stuck in public, clad only in her birthday suit.

Nude.
Scared.
Defenceless.

This can't be happening, this can't be happening! She was in a state of shock. She was Captain Marvel! How was she stuck here in broad daylight, being paddled by the palm of some cosmic frat bro? It was bad enough with just him bearing witness to it himself, Carol really wasn't sure what she'd do if anyone else ever saw this.

CRUNCH

Carol's ears pricked up. There'd been no sharp sting on her heinie, so whatever that sound was, it wasn't Thor's next slap. She angled her head with some difficulty, and looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Valkyrie leaning against a half-collapsed wall some distance away. She was rummaging around in a bag of chips and had a pair of sunglasses perched on the end of her nose. When Carol made eye contact with her, Valkyrie reached up and dragged the sunglasses a little ways down her nose, just enough for her to peer out over the top of them and fully take in the view, the most devious smile lighting up her face. "She's being incredibly disrespectful, Prince Thor! Trying to order you around and such; I say it's only good and proper you continue on administering her punishment, perhaps a tad harder in light of her further insubordination!" She suggested, giving Carol a wink. Carol's eyes went wide and she felt her jaw drop, the cheeks on her face flushing furiously, gooseflesh rising all up her arms and across the back of her neck.

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