Oh! A spanking! A spanking!

A smile spread across Raven's face. I was beginning to think I was lucky that in her eyes, I could do no wrong...at least nothing to warrent this sort of punishment. Apparently my Raven had a very devious mind.

"Well, Jinx," she began, "while I'm no longer a super hero, I still think someone like you should be punished. John, if you would kindly sit on the bed." Gesturing toward my bed, Raven nodded. I shrugged and sat down, not sure where she was going with this just yet. Jinx chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Raven kissed my cheek. "Be right back," Raven stated, slipping out of the room. Jinx turned back to me.

"Wh...what is she going to do to me?" Jinx asked, sounding both nervous and aroused at the prospect of whatever it was. I chuckled. "I really couldn't say. Raven's winging it right now. You okay? You're not hurt from earlier, are you?" Rubbing her butt, Jinx shook her head. "No, I'm fine...thanks for asking," she replied. She was trying to sound humble, keeping up with her submissive attitude, I guess. Raven returned with a brush in her hand, which she repeatedly smacked against the palm of the other.

She handed the brush to me. "Here, take this," Raven instructed. I took it. "What? Is my hair a mess?" Raven shook her head. "No, no. It's not for you. It's for her." Jinx tilted her head. "Is MY hair a mess?" "Jinx? Be a good girl and lay across John's lap," Raven replied, ignoring the obviously inrelevant question. Instantly I understood and judging from how wide Jinx's eyes got, so did she. Still, she obeyed without question. Raven thought for a minute.

"Hmm...I think...fifty smacks on her tender pale ass should be enough. Twenty five for each cheek, what do you think, John?" she asked. I shrugged. "It's up to you, Raven. This is your game." "Then fifty it is. You may begin paddling, Johnny. If Jinx can resist either begging you to stop or touching her no doubt gushing cunt, then we'll relieve her of her intense arousal."