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Changing Tactics	By : spankingfemfatale Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Batman remained leaning against the hood as he watched the Riddler slowly exit the Batmobile. When Edward had cleared the door, Batman gave the Batmobile the command to close both doors.

The Riddler watched longingly as the doors sank neatly into place. The car had given him a small sense of security, but now he felt vulnerable, out in the open with no place to hide. It was going to happen; he was about to get spanked. Again! And this time it was going to be much worse… as if the first time wasn’t mortifying enough!

Batman could see the Riddler was terrified of the proposed consequences to come and felt subsequently more assured that he was doing the right thing. A spanking could actually benefit the Riddler because unlike most of the other enemies he had, Edward wasn’t crazy. He wasn’t sane by any stretch of the word, but he wasn’t crazy either. He was fully aware of his actions; his neurosis spawning from his over inflated sense of self and his need to prove his own greatness. He committed most of his crimes out of boredom and for the mere sake of notoriety. All he really wanted was attention, so now Batman planned to give him all the attention he could stand and then some.

Sensing the Riddler had no intention of moving from the spot he was currently occupying, Batman pushed himself off the hood and pointed to the spot he’d just vacated.

Edward’s eyes followed Batman’s direction, but he couldn’t get his feet to propel him forward. His legs felt as if they were filled with led. He knew that resigning to follow Batman’s instructions meant he would be giving up the last vestiges of control he had. Once he was there, in position, there would be no turning back.

The fact that he was having to willingly comply and put himself in place to get spanked verses Batman just forcing the act to happen made the whole experience that much worse. No matter how much he had racked his brain, he couldn’t fathom any way to prevent Batman from continuing on his preset course of action. But he had to at least try, and so he pleaded, “Batman, this barbaric act really isn’t necessary. I understand what I’ve done was wrong, and I’m ready to work with the doctors at Arkham to start bettering myself.”

Batman replied simply, “I’m happy for your revelation Nygma. Now get over here.”

Edward’s brow furrowed, his voice raising an octave, as he responded, “Didn’t you hear me Batman? I said I see the error of my ways, and I’m willing to seek help to become a new man! You don’t have to go through with this anymore! You, you’ve made your point!”

Batman was starting to get irritated with the stalling as he countered, “Agreeing that you were wrong and need help doesn’t excuse the fact that you did what you did Edward. Once we’re done here, I’ll be bringing you back to Arkham, and you’ll have plenty of time to work on becoming a model citizen. Now get over here. The longer you take, the longer I’m going to take.”

Edward’s pout deepened hating to be given an ultimatum as he reluctantly walked towards Batman.

Batman moved aside giving Edward full access to lean over the hood as he’d instructed. The Riddler couldn’t bring himself to just lean over the car pausing to stare blankly at his glossed reflection in the black polished hood. He stood rigidly, tears welling in his eyes before he turned to face Batman with the most pitiful look he could muster and began to beg, “Please don’t do this to me! This is humiliating! This punishment is for children! Not an Adult! Not me!”

Batman scolded, “You want to be treated like an adult Nygma? Then start acting like one. You knew there would be consequences for your actions before you made the decision to go through with them, so now you’re going to face those consequences. There will be no negotiations, ifs, ands, or buts. So stop wasting time and bend over.”

Edward turned away from Batman to once again face the car. The overwhelming fear of what was to come alongside the fact he couldn’t prevent it from happening caused the standing tears in his eyes to spill down his cheeks as he finally gave in leaning over into position to await his unavoidable future. Once in position, Edward wiped the stray tears that had escaped away in disgust as he covered his face in his hands to hide the evidence they had fallen in the first place.

Batman wasted no time as he moved up beside Edward to push his hand down into the small of his back to secure Edward in place and keep him from jerking away from the paddle once he had started the spanking.

Every small noise was amplified to Edward as he listened to Batman move up behind him. He sucked in his breath and broke out in a small shiver feeling Batman’s iron hand weighing down on his back. It would begin now. Time was a dichotomy, every second ticking by as if it was an eternity but also spiraling by too fast to comprehend.

The Riddler cringed visibly after hearing Batman maneuver the paddle in his hand getting prepared to swing the heavy thick hunk of wood. The sound of the wind where the paddle was lifted in the air before connecting was the last thing Edward heard before the deafening crack connected leaving an overpowering sting that now radiated across his ass in waves.

He raised up off of the hood arching his back up to where Batman had him held; his mind blanking momentarily as the only thought that occupied his head was how much this new implement hurt comparatively to the previous hand spanking. He squalled out loudly unable to keep his scream in like he’d originally planned. The pain was far worse than he’d anticipated it to be, and one swat with the terrible instrument was enough to make his hands shoot back uncontrollably in a desperate attempt to cover the paddle’s target.

Batman calmly stated, “Remove your hands Edward.”

Edward cried out helplessly, “No! Please! That hurts too much! I can’t take it I tell you! I can’t!”

Batman replied levelly, “For your little stunt back at the magic store, you’ve got thirty coming to you. That’s one. You’ve got twenty nine more to go.”

The Riddler stared back at him horrified as he shook his head in refusal not believing what Batman had just said, “Twenty nine more! With that… that thing! That’s astronomical! I can’t even handle one! How can you expect me to handle twenty nine more!?”

Batman responded resolutely, “That’s not my problem, but you will finish out the remainder of your punishment before we leave here. And if you keep interfering, each time you do, we will start over from the beginning. Do you understand?”

Edward held back a sob and whined, “No! I don’t understand! This is a cruel, sadistic, and inhumane punishment Batman! You’re supposed to be one of the good guys! Please don’t make me go through this! I beg of you!”

Batman sighed replying, “I’ve had enough of you dragging this out. I’m giving you to the count of three, if you haven’t removed your hands by the time I reach three Edward, I’m going to remove them for you, and we will start again counting down from thirty five instead of twenty nine. One… Two…”

The Riddler grimaced flinching at each number Batman announced and before Batman could call out the number three, he cried out despairingly, “Okay! Okay! Stop counting! You win!” He reluctantly removed his hands from his ass and put them under his chest. He didn’t know how he would get through this punishment, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give Batman a reason to add on more!

Edward’s whole body went rigid in anticipation of the next blow, and Batman did not leave him waiting long. The next two swats connected on the underside of his sit spot, and Edward screamed at the top of his lungs desperately fighting the urge to reach back and shield his tender bottom from the oncoming torture.

As the fourth swat landed Edward’s feet shot up involuntarily to block the next swat before he bitterly dropped them back to the ground sniveling out, “I can’t do this! Please don’t start over! I’m sorry! It’s just too much pain to endure!”

Batman knew by the reaction he was receiving from the Riddler, there was no way Edward would be able to prevent himself from interfering with his punishment. Edward would have to be restrained otherwise they’d be there all night. Batman decided to take Edward’s lack of self control out of the equation as he stated, “I told you we would start over if you interfered, and we will. But from now on since you can’t seem to control yourself, I’ll restrain you like I did before. Get up.”

Edward couldn’t help the sob that escaped his throat as he whimpered out, “Nooo!” But he couldn’t argue with Batman’s statement. He knew as well at Batman did that he wouldn’t be able to get through half of the punishment let alone all of the punishment without restraint, and so he unenthusiastically pushed himself off the hood. His lip quivered in dismay unable to speak or remove his eyes from the ground as the humiliation of what would come next sunk in.

As Batman grabbed his bicep and dragged him over his knee to proceed in securing him in place, he couldn’t help thinking miserably that he could have prevented this from happening if he just hadn’t tried to fool Batman and to try and escape. What was he thinking? He was the Riddler for God’s sake! Of course he had to try and escape, just as he had to try and challenge Batman! It was his M.O. right? But was it worth going through all this? His ass certainly didn’t think so.

Batman was surprised that Edward had simply complied seemingly lost in his own thoughts a look of regret plastered across his features. As Batman cinched Edward into place the Riddler trembled moaning out, “Please have mercy on me Batman!” Batman didn’t respond merely lifting the paddle to start anew.

As the first of thirty swats walloped down with the same force as he had previously felt, Edward’s eyes bulged incapable of keeping himself from wriggling madly about and screaming bloody murder as he franticly tried to avoid Batman’s inescapable heavy handed swats.

Batman wasn’t deterred in the least by Edward’s caterwauling and jerking about as he pushed him taught across his lap. He shook his head unable to believe how much of an effect a simple spanking was having on the Riddler and couldn’t help wondering why he hadn’t thought of it before.

By the time the sixth swat had fallen Edward was yelling out promises to never lie to him again, by the tenth he was squalling out apologies, and by the sixteenth swat his voice had gone hoarse from his shrieking and pleading as he could no longer hold back the sobs that escaped with the application of each spank as he twitched in agony feeling very sorry for himself for having to suffer such a fate.

As the twentieth swat landed, Edward could no longer fight as he lay limp over Batman’s knee; the only thoughts that dominated his mind were the counting of each painful stroke to mark the end of his punishment.

Batman felt the Riddler slump down in defeat and decided now that he had his undivided attention he would impart a few words for him to think about, “I know you’re telling yourself that you don’t deserve this Nygma, but you can’t hide the truth from yourself. You know I wouldn’t make a decision to do something like this if I didn’t think it would in some way benefit you.”

Edward sobbed out angrily, “So what?! You’re telling me you’re doing this for, for my own good?!”

Batman responded plainly, “Yes.”

Edward could not respond crying at this revelation. He didn’t want to believe it, but as each swat continued to fall, he couldn’t help thinking Batman was a little right. After all, he always left Batman clues to solve his crimes, and part of that wasn’t just for his own ego since the clues led not only to the prize but to him. Even though he wished he could ignore it, deep down he knew what he was doing was wrong and that he needed and should be caught and reprimanded.

Maybe he did deserve this? He shook his head hating where these thoughts were taking him. Admitting fault meant accepting the guilt that followed. He did feel guilty, and as much as he hated it, he knew Batman was helping him pay for his sins albeit painfully. And when the end of his spanking did finally come Edward could only sob into his fists inconsolably as Batman lifted him gently off his knee.

Batman frowned uncomfortable with making Edward break down in such a manner even though he had expected it, he didn’t feel bad per se, but he did feel a slight need to give some sort of compassion as he stated, “We’re done; your punishment is over.” He voice activated the doors to open adding, “Go sit down, I’ll give you some time to calm down before I bring you back to Arkham.”

The Riddler hitched back his sobs to the best of his ability as he nodded his compliance climbing into the chair as he was instructed. As he sat down, he winced and the reminder of the reason for his pain only served to cause a fresh wave of sobs to erupt out of him. All he wanted now was to be back at Arkham and away from this whole scene.

He heard the trunk slam shut before looking up to see Batman climb in beside him. He held a rag out for him to take stating, “I don’t have any tissues.”

Edward blinked in surprise that Batman was being nice enough to offer him the rag as a small gesture of comfort. He took the rag in his hand staring down at it sadly before using it to wipe the tears from his eyes. He reflected how much things had just changed for him over the short span of a few hours time.

Batman watched him try to hiccup back the tears that still cascaded silently down his cheeks as fast as he wiped them away. He waited patiently, and once Edward had gotten his tears under control Batman asked, “Are you ready?” Edward nodded solemnly, and Batman started the Batmobile and began driving towards Arkham.

The Riddler now felt a calm wash over him relieved that he would be heading back to Arkham and out of Batman’s custody. He couldn’t help glancing over at Batman in awe of what he had done to him. Would what had happened keep him from committing crime? He didn’t know, but he did know that he was certain about one thing; he didn’t want to be caught by Batman and be given a repeat of what had just happened! No, that definitely wasn’t agreeable. Edward decided then that maybe it was time he made an honest effort to listen to the doctors and try to reform. Maybe there was hope for him after all?
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