The Stuck Witch

Wanda could see nothing but a vague darkness, which echoed back her grunts and exclamations as she tried to free herself. Her shoulders were stuck, pinning her arms backwards and preventing her from using her powers on the postbox as she had only trained in moving things she could gesture at.

She could feel a succession of stinging smacks to her bare rear end.

"Ow! Stop that! Ow!" She cried out, her protestations ringing in the confined space.

Suddenly the spanking stopped, and Wanda breathed a sigh of relief. Now she could figure out how she was going to get out of this situation....

Another hand touched her rear end, softly stroking up and down.

"Hello?" Wanda called out, "Who's that?"

The hand moved gently around the plump buttocks, teasing and playing. Getting extremely close to Wanda's most intimate area, but never quite broaching it. Then suddenly the hand gripped hard, clutching a large portion of Wanda's backside, expressing passion and desire in one greedy clutching.

A moment later Wanda found herself blinking in daylight, as well as falling backwards to land on the pavement. Sharon Carter was stood over her, holding a glowing cutting torch. A CIA jacket was wrapped around her waist, almost but not quite covering her panties.

"Thanks." Wanda said, rubbing her sore shoulders before the sight of people gathered around reminded her of her nudity and she curled up, trying to cover herself again. "You couldn't do that before all the spanking?"

"This thing needs to warm up." Sharon shrugged, gesturing to the torch.

"And who was that last person? The one who was stroking me?"

"Er... no idea." Natasha said from behind her. Wanda turned to see the spy wrapped in a towel, but still apparently very embarrassed as she looked very flushed and red in the face.

"I suppose we should get after Titania?" Wanda asked. She accepted Natasha's hand to help her get to her feet before realising this motion left her uncovered again and she grabbed at her chest and groin to hide them.

"No need, Steve was in the area and he caught her, handed her over to the cops already." Natasha replied.

"Shoot. Well, at least we can go home."

"We can. One slight problem, though."

"What?"

"Well, there's a terrorist attack in South America. "

"We don't have to go straight there, do we?"

"No, Steve's gone, said he can handle it."

"Good."

"He took the quinjet."

"What?!"

Sharon stepped forwards and held out a pair of bus tickets.

"Greyhound leaves in fifteen minutes."