No, she gets the full treatment. (BDSM themes)

The half naked simmering and stewing Miss Kyle, stripped down to but her skimpy bra and thong like panties, stands before you waiting to hear your plans for her.

Living out your wildest juvenile fantasy is certainly making your heart pump and your manhood begin to swell, though your mind is a bit conflicted on how to proceed. You've never done anything like this before. Clearly, your initial resolution of not showing weakness to the gorgeous Gothamite, which has brought you to this salacious situation, was the right call. Yet your normal instinct of showing leniency and charity to a defeated foe, especially a woman, has been harshly rebuked by the fiercely independent and headstrong Kyle. Of course you're not going to hurt any woman, but how should you play this out?

“Well?” Your barely dressed date demands having grown frustrated waiting. “Why do you pointy-head-types always have to analyze everything?” Her words hit true. It's a bit scary how well this beautiful siren can read people.

“Or are you one of those voyeur creeps who likes to jack-off while just staring at a woman.” She mocks.

That last line you realize is to goad you into action but it brings a new thought you never contemplated before. Even through all her protests, descensions and complaints, Kyle on some level is actually enjoying herself. Then the obvious sinks in, she could have left anytime, but instead she is waiting for you. This solidifies you conclusion, you're going to have to play this out, or at the very least put more bark than maybe bite into this play. Besides, if there's any woman who could handle, and probably deserves a spanking, it's Selina Kyle.

“Well, let's get started, shall we?” You smile.

“About fucking time.” She mutters.

“First, we need to get everything ready, since this is going to take awhile.” You savor every word. “Someone so brazen as yourself clearly needs a proper spanking. Therefore, I need to go into my study, second door on the left, and get my fraternity's paddle hanging on the wall.”

“What?!” He eyes flare in displeasure.

“My prize for winning was a spanking,” you lecture “the amount and the implement to be used was left open ended.”

“You know Sherlock,” her hands go back on her hips, “a wood paddle is one of the most painful devices to be spanked with?”

“No, I didn't.” You honestly answer and then wait, letting Miss Kyle know what it's like to hang in silence.

“Didn't you call me an 'idiot' even when I won the game?” You break the quiet.

Her eyes narrow as her fists clench.

“The paddle is very much in order. Now go get it.” You command.

Turning around while sputtering, “Fucking, son of a bitch, I can't believe I'm going to be paddled by a pediatrician, stupid card game, never should've . . .” She stomps down the hall.

As she disappears into your study you quickly close the blinds behind her couch with the remote, less your very perceptive opponent figures out how she ended up in her predicament.

After hearing a few thuds, thumps and a crash from your office the defeated Miss Kyle returns and tosses the paddle on the table causing some poker chips to go flying.

“Now what?” She growls.

"You still owe me a piece of clothing for losing the last hand." You gleefully remind her. "So which one should come off . . ." pausing a moment you delight in the options, "the bra or the panties?"