The Chaste Crusader

And Selina did!

"There you go. Lie Bruce right over the armrest of the sofa, push him a bit more over so his face is pressed into the cushion and he is on his tippie toes, so his butt is fully exposed, Timothy. Here, we'll push another pillow under his crotch so Bruce's butt is poked up.

Yes, and spread his legs, so one is on the outside of the sofa leg. Concentrate the stroke, so it's a sort of burning in little lines raise the cane just a little beyond shoulder height, Tim.

Don't clench your buttocks, Bruce, dear. It makes the cane bounce. Remember that the tip of the cane travels faster than the length of the cane. I believe in giving a caning on one side This is a nice bamboo, Alfred. Did you buy this recently''

Alfred: 'I used a rattan on Master Bruce as a boy, until his late teens, when he would try to argue with me about his eight-thirty bedtime.' Tim: 'He had to be in bed by eight-thirty in his late teens' What a wimp!'

Bruce's face burned.

"Rattan canes are glorious!" said Selina.

"They vary in thickness, flexibility, curvature. In my apartment I have a rattan Malacca and also a fiber-glass cane that I use on our Mr. Wayne when he visits. "

There was a musical giggle.

''Now when you swing, Tim, you don't have to throw your whole body into it. The greatest accuracy is achieved with the minimum variation of movement."

Bruce felt the first stroke. Oh it was horrible, but Selina went on, as Tim's arm fell repeatedly and the cane struck Bruce's bare buttocks. and Selina continued her lecture!

"This is probably one of the reasons as to why the cane is such a favored disciplinary tool. "

Selina laughed, and continued.

"The stature and strength of the disciplinarian is immaterial as it is one's technique that is all-important (the cane is certainly a great equalizer for women). always use full force blows you'll only fluff it if you "pull" the stroke!.

There are two different techniques to caning someone. Firstly with a wrist only movement and secondly, with an 'arm and wrist' movement.

Hold the cane in your hand, tuck your elbow into your body and using only your lower arm, use a fast wrist motion to flick the cane at the target. If you cane without moving your wrist you cannot get any speed into the motion of the stroke or that lovely 'swish' noise, as you are not really using the flexibility of the cane.

The 'arm and wrist' movement involves lifting up and bringing down your arm, putting the force of your shoulder behind the stroke, finishing the stroke with the wrist movement.

The arm can move either up or out for this motion. Make sure you practice the movement and measure the stroke lots of times before beginning the punishment because with this technique it is easy to be inaccurate, Tim dear!"

After the caning had finished, Selina had wiped Bruce's tear stained face with a hankie, and had helped him to blow his nose...

Then Alfred had unlocked Bruce's handcuffs.

Then, mysteriously, Selina had taken young Timothy into another room to "show him something" Yes, and there had been moans.

Yes, but Alfred had ordered Bruce to go to bed! Oh what a bad night it had been!

As the memory of Tim's caning and Selina's laughs seared through him, Batman was glumly silent.

But then he looked up, remembered he was now in crime fighting phase, and gasped as he noted the dark men down into the street. 'Look, Robin! We were right!'

Sure enough, someone was breaking into the Museum.

"Do you think it's the same thief that stole Van Gogh's 'Sunflowers' from the Metropolitan Museum of Art?'' asked Robin excitedly.

"Yes, and also 'Poplars on the Epte', a painting by Monet, from the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and a famous tree sculpture from a park in Surbiton England."

As Batman spoke, he felt a shift in his crotch. Oh his poor cock was trapped in that damned chastity tube.. when would he see that dratted woman again?

Already his cock had been in pain and torment, trying to rise and erect because of the hot secretaries on the streets, that day, as well as troops of high school girls who had come to see Wayne Foundation projects.

Batman looked irritated at Robin.

Damn him, he gets to fuck who he likes, and he jerks off when he wants to. And I'm trapped. But I must focus on what's happening with this potential gallery robbery!

Robin was still going on.

"And there was a theft of Adolphe-William Bouguereau's 'Le Printemps (The Return of Spring)' from a private collection.'

Batman paused.

"There is a connection, Robin.' Batman stepped towards a skylight. 'All of these works of art glorify some sort of plant!"

Robin, startled, attempted to follow, saying,

"And Zuko LaTieri's 'Ragweed to Riches' sculpture, worth about seven mil, is in the Gotham Gallery now!"

Batman held up his gloved hand somewhat officiously. "

"That's correct, Robin, but you can't follow me...keep watch up here while I drop down into the skylight!" And Batman followed word with deed, dropping in on his Batrope till he landed on the Gotham Gallery floor.

And there she was, as he'd expected, surrounded by her merry men. Poison Ivy!

Tall and beautiful, her red hair framed by a wreath, and her beautiful curves cinched in a bodysuit made of green leaves, the famous villainess looked askance at the Dark Knight.

She lifted her shoulders, and shook her moss covered bosom, and Batman's penis surged, only to be quashed by its harsh metal prison.

Poison Ivy licked her lips slowly, and batted her eyes.

"What's wrong, Batman. You look terribly uncomfortable. Yes, your gray and blue tights seem as if they are constricting you."

Batman's mouth went sour. How could he tell the villainous eco-princess that, since he put her away two years before, he had become locked into the horrific chastity device'

He decided to take the offensive.

"Ah hah! Poison Ivy! I heard that you'd escaped from Arkham Asylum and I should've known you've been on this crime spree of plant art work!"

As he spoke, Batman realized how beautiful the horticultural harridan was. Her beautiful alabaster skin, the rosy tresses, long legs and considerable breasts.

In the old days, when he'd had quite the sex life as a bed-hopping boulevardier, it was easy to put his feelings for a foxglovish fox like Ivy.

Yes, but now he'd not cum in so long, his objectivity was going. Right, he wanted to fuck her badly!

Poison Ivy tossed her strawberry locks and chortled at the Caped Crusader.

"What's wrong. You think you'll stop me from my plant-art pursuits, Batsy''

Suddenly, Ivy stepped forward to Batman, and squirted him with a narcotic violet, and he became unconscious.

'Feel the microscopic electric tingles, Batman' Batman's eyes opened as he felt a particularly vicious stinging around his cockhead. Ooogh!

"You see, Knuckles, the first touch of the nettle is very sharp, stinging, but then there is a pleasant glow. Besides the initial hot sting and later tingling glow, nettles leave the skin very sensitive."

The most efficient way to use nettles is to take one sprig or one leaf at a time, get down close to your target, and touch the nettle to the skin, with a close enough view that you can watch the hairs go in straight.'

Batman peered down to see Poison Ivy kneeling below him, talking to one of her astonished henchmen. 'You should try it sometime, Knuckles' The henchman shook his head violently. 'N-no thanks, Miss Ivy.'"

He backed off, and sniggered as he saw the Caped Crusader's face.

"He done woken up, Miss Ivy!' Poison Ivy looked up at Batman. 'Oh did little boog-ums wake up'' Batman gasped.

Outside the museum, Robin was getting impatient. Had Batman stopped the robbery' Jesus, it's been twenty minutes, Robin thought.

Attaching the Batarang to the side of the building, Robin let himself down to a window and looked in, and recoiled in disgust. What the hell's happened to him' Goddamn.

He is getting more and more pathetic.

The windows were a bit misty on this foggy night, but the Boy Wonder saw it all. Somehow, Poison Ivy had stripped Batman of his costume, and even Selina's little metal tube that Robin had first seen when giving Bruce Wayne the caning.

Poison Ivy must have a skeleton key or something, Robin thought.

Yup, except for his cape and cowl, which implied that Ivy was trying to respect his secret identity, Batman was naked. And tied to some sort of hook in the ceiling.

A hook that was probably used for inside window washing, and he was hanging, with his crotch at the level of Poison Ivy's bare shoulders.

She has some big hooters, Robin thought.

Look at those suckers nearly poking out of her ridiculous leafy outfit.

But surveying his own red and green costume with yellow cape, he knew he was living in a glass house and should probably put his slingshot away. What the hell was she rubbing on Batman's cock.

It looked to be some kind of leaves with little tiny hairs.

Robin took out his Bat-o-Scope and peered through it.

Yes, these leaves were nettles, he realized.

He'd had a botany course at Gotham High. He recognized the thin, delicate hollow hairs on the stems and underside of the leaves.

Oh shit, that must hurt, Robin thought, as Poison Ivy delicately dragged the leaf down Batman's scrotum.

Batman was screaming, but his dick was really hard.

Robin noticed that after a hair touched or scraped a bit of Batman's shaft, there was a tiny red mark, no a lump, like a mosquito bite.

Poison Ivy had been working on Batman's crotch for a while, and his entire groin area was covered with these little lumps.

It might have helped if Batman had had any pubic hair, but just after Selina had given Robin (as Tim Drake) that awesome blowjob the other night...

Selina told him that she routinely shaved Bruce Wayne's pubic area. 'It's so good for his humiliation!'

He looked up at Batman's face, and Batman was crying.

Robin was somewhat disgusted, as Batman had just been crying the day before. Jesus, he cries easily doesn't he"

Inside, Batman was in agony.

His entire lower half, from waist to mid-thigh, felt as if he had just sat on a hornet's nest while being also afflicted with a particularly virulent form of chicken pox.

Oh, oh, the agony.

Batman looked down through wet eyes, blurring his mask.

Poison Ivy ran a pink nail across his shaft, dragging the nettle covered leaf.

Oh it feels like a scissors, for God's sake. Ivy ran another nettle leaf on the underside of Batman's cock, right on the frenum, and Batman bit his tongue,''

"Oh, 'oh this is worse than when Selina put a clothespin on my frenum. Oh it's awful.

"P-please stop doing that Ivy! I know we're old enemies!"

Ivy snorted, and three of her henchmen, two of which had been busted by Batman at least once, imitated him in horrible falsetto."

"!Please stop doing that Ivy. Pleeze Mommy!!" The three thugs broke up with laughter, and even a museum guard, trussed up in the corner, seemed to be smiling.

Poison Ivy smiled up a Batman as she dragged a nettle leaf over his sweltering glans.

The henchmen were still snickering, and Batman wished he could get loose and beat the shit out of them...oh, it is so agonizing the way she rakes those nettles!

Poison Ivy was somewhat sympathetic, staring at the engorged, purple weapon... "It looks as if you haven't cum in some time, dear." Ivy observed. Bruce bit his tongue.

Peering down into Ivy's cleavage wasn't helping things at all.

The tops of Ivy's alabaster boobs were practically ballooning out of the greenery of her corset/bodysuit, and Batman was drooling.

Selina's breasts were incredible...

But Ivy's shone with a glow that was intense!

And of course Selina was old news in a way...

Selina had been the first villain Bruce had ever been involved with...

But Ivy's figure was something to write home about....

Aaagh...she keeps rubbing those damn nettles on me!

Poison Ivy looked up at Batman as she gently dragged the vicious nettles up and down his terrorized shaft.

"What are you looking at, darling...are you admiring my outfit?" Ivy looked at her outfit admiringly.

"I recall seeing a hard-on in your tights two years ago when you caught me looting the Bludhaven Botanical Gardens...

I know you like my outfit... but it's not that, it's my candies, eh?" Poison Ivy cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly.

"Wouldn't you like to touch these honeys, Batman?"

Ivy dropped the nettles, held her hands over her head, and shook her breasts, and laughed slightly as Batman's tortured member shot up even higher.

"Wouldn't you enjoy sucking my nipples...you know they're the color of pink roses, have you eve heard of the peek-a-boo rose?"

Batman though t of the bouquets of peek-a-boo roses, light pink that he'd purchased for young ladies in the past.

His cock swelled even more.

"Yes, Harvey likes my boobs...Harvey Dent'

You know him as Two-Face...he often sneaks from his cell into mine at the Arkham Asylum...

I let him see my nipples, and suck them, and he BITES them. He's a real man."

Batman clenched his teeth. How disgusting that the horrid Two-Face, who had half his face mangled, could touch this exotic creature's nipples.

"And Mister Freeze?"

Poison Ivy looked up at Bruce with a merry smile, as she resumed her work with the nettles.

"He likes me. but he is afraid of heating up too much...

But I've given his ice-cold cock a few licks...I'd never do it for a wimp like you, though!"

Poison Ivy smiled at Bruce.

"You'd like to see the nipples, wouldn't you? I see you naked, you can't see me' It must be humiliating, and you'd love to touch them, eh'"

What the hell.

"Y-yes, it would be wonderful to touch them" Batman said huskily.

He felt so ridiculous, hanging from the ceiling naked except for his headgear and cape.

"Does this tickle?" Poison Ivy asked this as she dragged a nettle down Batman's bare armpit.

Batman burst into tears, which made the henchmen laugh again.

"Think fellas" Poison Ivy said, turning to the uproarious burglars,

"He's supposed to be the most frightening crime fighter detective sort...but here he begs to slurp my titties like a horny thirteen year old!"

Ivy raked yet another nettle across Bruce's glans, and laughed. "Darling...my breasts are for real men...it's cheek even for you to ask for them. Knuckles, hand me those thorny branches--the ones that are tied together like a headmaster's birch."

Ivy took the branches in her lovely white hand and frowned at the Dark knight Detective.

"You have shown absolutely disgusting lust and perversion in propositioning me. I am disgusted!" Poison Ivy lifted the bundle of thorny branches and swung them hard against Bruce's nipples, and he screamed.

"You like that, asshole? Lemme give your breasts some unwanted attention eh? You like that, eh? You want to suck my nipples, eh?"

With each "Eh" Poison Ivy landed the thorny bundle again and again on Bruce's nipples and he screamed and cried like a baby, even after he noticed Robin's nauseated face at the window.

Then Poison Ivy went around to Batman's back and lifted the cape and lashed Batman's bare ass and thighs with the bundle..

This was a new development, as his backside had not been touched by the nettles, and it was not a welcoming shock. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"You are a disgusting, WHACK! loathsome creep, Batman, WHACK! and you WHACK! should be censured WHACK! by the sanctimonious creeps at WHACK! the Justice WHACK! League WHACK! of America."

Batman screamed and cried. "Please--Ivy--Mistress--I--you asked--me what I thought of your breasts..I (sob) am so (sob) sorry...forgive (sob) me (sob) it's just (sob) been so long (sob) since I was allowed to (sob) orgasm!"

Suddenly the thorny bundle stopped its tattoo on Batman's tortured buttocks and Poison Ivy massaged Batman's buttocks with her fingers. "Poor baby...does that feel better?" the honeyed voice came, and Batman, hanging miserably, snuffled through his mask. "Y-yes ma'am."

Poison Ivy walked around to Batman's front, and began toying with his cock with her little fingers. "Sweetheart" her voice went low." I know you're human...and I know you are attracted to me...perhaps I'm being unkind!"

Poison Ivy rubbed Batman's cock just a little more and it became large and the precum began drooling again. "What a sweet man you are, Batman" she said sincerely.

"A girl should be flattered that such a great crime fighter would appreciate her humble breasts...right?"

Poison Ivy rubbed her lips against the side of Batman's cock, and it danced, though he knew there was a grave danger...

As Poison Ivy's body was poisonous...and if she kissed him, it would be curtains.

Poison Ivy's fingers pulled and rubbed at Batman's shaft, and he gasped some more. Ivy's fingers rubbed up and down Batman's shaft, creating a pleasant friction.

"You poor baby" she crooned.

Ivy then compressed the penis, rhythmically squeezing and releasing the base, and Batman shook all over. It had been so long since he'd spurted! Ivy variated the friction and compression with a firm and consistent up and down stroking, and sped up as Batman's legs began shaking.

The henchmen watched almost enviously as the Dark knight Detective began moaning. What an orgasm he was about to have. I will have to tell the judge to give Poison Ivy some lenience, Batman thought.

This is just wonderful.

Ivy's fingers slid over Batman's glans, and down to the other side, and then she grasped his penis, using a back and forth wrist movement, swiveling her hand sideways. Ivy then placed her fingertips and thumb on the glans, and slowly opened them up, pressuring her fingers in a spider-like massage motion around the head and foreskin of Batman's penis.

Suddenly, Batman knew he was very close to orgasm once again...he might even let her go when she released him from this ridiculous ceiling...this would show Selina...

Ah, but he'd not cum quite yet...he had to play his cards right.

Ivy smiled demurely up at the tormented Caped Crusader.

"I realize that you came to stop my robbery of the Zuko LaTieri painting...and I really should let you down so you can arrest me and my boys. and I should thank you for your attention to my breasts, right darling..."

Batman smiled weakly. "Well, that might be the right thing to do..."

Poison Ivy's eyes narrowed and she lifted the thorny branch. WHACK! The thorns hit Batman's erect penis for the first time "You arrogant asshole, Batman!" she screamed "You think I'll let you CUM'" WHACK WHACK!

Batman screamed as Ivy whipped his penis into limpness.

Outside, Robin used his cell phone to call Oracle...this was an emergency.