Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2020 22:46:12 -0500 From: Varbir Subject: Spanking Superman Chapter 2 I thought, before I posted anymore Spanking Superman stories, that I should explain myself. I mean, how in the world does this invulnerable superhero feel pain when he is spanked? And why would he let himself be spanked in the first place? Well, over time I have slowly developed the explanation contained in this story. Spanking Superman: Discovery—How It Began By Varbir Superman encountered Scotty for the first time in a dilapidated barn on an old farm outside of the city. Scotty was about nineteen, give or take a year or two. He was handsome, hefty, and athletic. Scotty immediately started spanking the Man of Steel and the hero did nothing to stop him. The youngster repeatedly landed blow after blow on Superman's round, shapely bottom with his strong, firm hand. As he spanked, he slowly began to remove the hero's colorful costume—the red cape first, red briefs next, then the tight blue pants, followed by the red boots, and finally the blue shirt with the famous red and yellow emblem on the chest. With Superman completely naked, Scotty continued to spank the soft, smooth bottom. Superman felt the pain from the powerful blows intensely and began to whimper and moan. But how could the world's strongest, most invincible hero be hurt by the punishment from a normal, young man? Nearly thirty years before, on the distant planet of Krypton, Superman's father, the scientist Jor-El, wrote in his journal: "My son, Kal-El, is about to be born. Knowing that I must send him in a rocket to the planet Earth before Krypton is destroyed, I had to ensure that his life there would be successful. Therefore, I have found it necessary to manipulate his DNA in a most unusual manner. On Earth, Kal will have awesome abilities beyond those of normal humans. He will be more than a man; he will be a Superman. But there is the likelihood that he will become arrogant and abuse his powers if he is not kept humble. This could be potentially dangerous for the very people he is being sent to help. "I have decided that the way to keep him grounded is for him to receive frequent spankings. Whereas here on Krypton, a male may be spanked throughout his life (I myself have received countless spankings and I know their effectiveness as well as their likelihood of not causing permanent damage), on Earth it is reserved for naughty children and for sexual stimulation of adults. Thus, I have programed Kal to be susceptible to being spanked, regardless of his powers. "Although Kal will have extraordinary strength, he will become weak and helpless when he is spanked. And despite him having an invulnerable body, he will feel the pain of a spanking intensely. His body will, however, remain indestructible so that no permanent damage may be done. "When he is spanked, or at the prospect of being spanked, he will grow quite weak, like a child who has no powers. All of his super-powers, in fact, will drain from his body—except, as noted, his indestructibility. His penis will become erect and drip pre-ejaculate continuously, although he will not ejaculate. He will become immediately submissive and obedient. This is what I call his state of super-submission. I am tying this state of submission to his arousal because he will have two conflicting powers: a super-enhanced tactile sense and invulnerability. Normally, his power of invulnerability will be dominant over the other, but for Kal to feel his spanking it will be necessary for his super-sense of feel to become dominant. His becoming sexually aroused will be the trigger for that to happen. "He will enter this state of weakness and submission when encountering a strong, beautiful young man. I am limiting his weakness thus so as not to totally negate his powers. Any other human will not have this effect upon him, only good-looking males below the age of twenty-five years. A female, an older male, or a very young child will not appeal to him sexually. Only a strong, good-looking young man will be attractive to him. This condition will not begin until he reaches the age of thirteen years, with the onset of puberty. Until that time, he will be fascinated by being spanked by other boys, but it will not hurt. After his spanking, when his crying has subsided to mere sobbing and he is still naked, if left alone he will be able to masturbate and ejaculate if he wishes, although he probably will not feel like it. "While it is true that heterosexual Earth beings are not given to spanking members of their own sex, I have designed Kal's bottom so as to be irresistible to any young man wishing to spank him. It will be round, pliable, smooth and soft. Prompted by the possibility of having control over the strongest being on earth, the young man in question will have an intense desire to strip him naked and spank him both hard and at great length. The motivation on the boy's part will not be sexual, but rather the thrill of power. "There will be an aura surrounding Kal's body, especially strong in the area of his bottom, that will enable the transfer of some of his strength, imperviousness to pain, and bold aggressiveness to his spanker, so that the boy's hand will not grow tired or sore and his desire to punish Kal will increase. "His bottom will sting unbearably and turn red, just like anyone else receiving a spanking. And he will cry. It should take twenty to thirty minutes of solid spanking until he starts sniffling, sobbing, and whimpering. In another fifteen to twenty minutes he should be fully crying. He will cry uncontrollably and at the top of his voice. It is essential that he be humiliated as much as possible for the spanking to have its intended result. "Kal's super-powers will come from the Kryptonian blood coursing through his veins. When his penis becomes erect, a large amount of blood will flow into it, leaving the rest of his body powerless. Likewise, the blood that rushes to his sore bottom and turns it red will create the aura that transfers some of his power to his spanker. "It is hoped that such a punishment will be administered at least monthly, if not weekly. This is necessary to prevent him from becoming dangerously arrogant. It is not my desire that my son be hurt, but as every parent knows, discipline and punishment are necessary for proper socialization." Once again in the present time and location, Superman continued to be spanked by the strong, beautiful Scotty. He was completely naked, weak and helpless. His tender bottom was hurting quite a bit, and he was sniffling and whimpering. The tip of his rock-hard penis was dripping pre-ejaculate. It was an incredibly humiliating experience for the normally invincible super-hero, although an experience that Superman had encountered many times before. As the Man of Steel was being punished, his mind drifted back to a conversation from his past. A mere fifteen years earlier, young Clark Kent, AKA Superboy, was receiving an oft-heard lecture from Jonathan Kent, his adopted Earth-father. "Son, it is essential that you not become arrogant about your powers." "I know, Pa," responded the beautiful teen. "I can't emphasize this enough. You know what they say: `Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely.' I do not want that to happen to you." "I know, Pa." "I wish there was some way to keep you humble, but we know that your strength and invulnerability prevent that. If there was some way that you could get that cute bottom of yours spanked on a regular basis—but we know that's not possible." "Uh...yeah...not possible." Superboy immediately thought about the spankings he had been receiving from other boys over the past seven years, how recently they had begun to hurt his tender bottom, and about how they made him cry and feel humble and ashamed of himself. He did not, however, tell his father about his punishments. As painful as the spankings had become, he loved getting them and wished to keep them a secret. "Just remember, son, it is essential that you maintain your humility," concluded his father. The boy merely nodded his assent. And now, with Superman fully grown, the wishes of his two fathers were being fulfilled. Completely naked and bawling at the top of his voice, the Man of Steel was being punished like a little child. There was no danger now of him becoming too arrogant. He was just a pathetic cry- baby. And now we return to a day, fifteen years previous. It was a cool, crisp autumn afternoon on the Kent farm outside of Smallville. Fifteen-year-old Superboy sat naked in the middle of a field that was deserted except for a few cows and a couple of horses, grazing peacefully a short distance away. He leaned with his back against a tree that was as denuded as he was, having shed all its leaves onto the ground beneath. The Boy of Steel sat amongst the brightly colored fallen leaves, his legs pulled up to his chest and his arms crossed on top of his knees. His face was buried in his shapely, muscular forearms. He wept constantly into his arms. Beside him on the ground was a futuristic-looking book, opened and turned upside down. "Why?" he sobbed. "Wh-why would he do that to me?" Superboy's chest heaved as he continued to cry. The teen hero had been teaching himself to read the language of his home planet, Krypton. As his skill in his native language increased, he had begun to translate his father Jor-El's journal, which he had discovered in the spaceship that had brought him to earth as a baby and which now lay beside him on the ground. As the Boy of Steel sat sobbing, he picked up the journal and once again read the entry about his being spanked: My son, Kal-El, is about to be born... Superboy read through the diary entry repeatedly, wondering how Jor-El could do such a thing to him. It angered the teenage hero to discover how his Kryptonian father had programed his DNA to be susceptible to spankings, even though he was otherwise invulnerable. The Boy of Steel understood his need to be kept humble, but even so he felt it was so unfair that he be subjected to this repeated punishment. The knowledge that his birth father had pronounced such a sentence on him made him cry. He didn't even want to put on his famous, colorful costume, which was the reason he sat naked. He clenched his powerful fist and slammed it against the ground, causing the earth to shake beneath him. The super-powered teen was angry, disappointed, frustrated and fearful of the future. He had already been spanked numerous times by strong, lovely boys. The amount of time he had spent naked and being punished was increasing exponentially as he grew older. At first, the spankings hadn't hurt at all and in fact had felt wonderful. But as he entered puberty, and began to have erections, they began to hurt. He soon discovered that it was when he was aroused that his spankings hurt, and he quickly found that he was unable to control his erections. They happened whenever he was spanked. And he began to cry whenever the punishment was intense enough, which was most of the time. Not only did he lose his invulnerability to pain during these sessions, he became weak, helpless, and incapable of resisting. He had no choice but to submit to the spanking. Superboy had assumed that this was part of being a boy, that he would stop getting spanked and crying when he reached a certain age. Now he knew that he was destined to be punished by beautiful boys for the rest of his life. The thought devastated him. He moved so he was lying face down on the ground, crying even harder. He had never before cried without his perfect, round bottom being bright red. As he thought about himself being spanked naked by a string of strong, lovely boys, his penis became hard. He hated that it was happening to him now, even though he could not control it. Nor could he control the drops of pre-ejaculate seeping from his penis. He was the strongest boy on earth, probably the strongest being in the universe, so how could he be so powerless against his bodily functions? As the cool, autumn breeze blew gently across his naked bottom, the Boy of Steel lay amongst the leaves and continued to cry and ponder his fate for well over an hour. Finally, he decided that he could not remain in that state indefinitely, so he got up—still sobbing—and began to get dressed. Superboy still had no desire to wear the costume which had always made him feel so wonderful, but his Clark Kent clothes were back at the Kent farmhouse, so he had no choice but to put on his colorful uniform. As he got the tight-fitting garments on and began to smooth them out, he started to feel better about himself. His costume was so sexy that he could not help but feel wonderful when he wore it. The powerful boy once again began to feel proud about being such a mighty teen. He stood in the middle of the field, looking majestic in his red, blue and yellow, form-fitting outfit. The Boy of Steel decided that what he needed to get out of his angry, frustrated mood was to go on patrol over Smallville. That always made him feel good about himself. And he determined that—being Superboy—he did not have to be subject to decisions that Jor-El had made about him before his birth. He was strong and powerful; there was no reason he needed to submit to any boy who wished to spank him. He would resist and prove that he was the mighty hero that the world thought he was. And so, in that mindset, he lifted up into the air and took off to patrol the town that he was sworn to protect. As Superboy flew around Smallville, he found several ways to help people. A dog belonging to an elderly couple got out of their house and he retrieved it for them. A man ran out of gas just outside of town and the young hero flew to get him a can of fuel. A young boy had climbed the Smallville water tower and could not get down, so the Boy of Steel gave him a ride safely down to the ground. All of these feats made Superboy feel better about himself, reassuring him that indeed he was earth's mightiest hero and the master of his own destiny. There was no way another boy could give him a spanking without his consent. As Superboy continued his patrol, he noticed a boy whom, as Clark, he knew from school. The boy's name was Chip, was a grade above Clark, and was a strong, attractive kid that never was friendly with him. Chip was chopping down a tree in his back yard. Superboy watched from a distance, wishing that he could be friends with the boy and hoping to show that he could do so without becoming submissive. As the Boy of Steel watched, he saw the tree begin to fall, but it was falling towards Chip's house. Chip suddenly had a look of panic on his face. Not knowing what to do about it, he stood, paralyzed with fear. Superboy knew that this was his opportunity to get in good with the boy. He flew down, caught the tree, and easily set it down away from the house. Then he landed next to Chip. "Hi," said the Boy of Steel cheerfully. "Good thing I happened along when I did." "Yeah, whatever," said Chip, sullenly. Superboy offered his hand and said, "I'm Superboy." "Yeah, I know," replied Chip curtly, not taking the hero's hand. "Do you think we could be friends?" asked Superboy hopefully. He was feeling confident that he could do this without submitting. "Look, I appreciate your saving my house and all," said Chip, "and I know you have this thing about showing everyone what a hero you are. But, overall, I'm not impressed. I've heard about your spanking fetish, and if that's what you want, I'll be happy to oblige. Otherwise, I don't want your friendship." Superboy was a little taken back by this blunt statement but was also becoming aroused at the thought of this lovely boy spanking him. He tried to fight it. "Why don't we go down in my basement and get to it?" sneered the handsome boy. "O-okay," stammered Superboy. He didn't know why he had said that so quickly and willingly, but now he was really aroused. He suddenly had no desire to resist his punishment. So Chip led the way inside his house and down to the basement. Superboy, his penis pushing out against his tight blue pants and red briefs, followed submissively. What followed was an intense punishment session in which Superboy was stripped naked and spanked until he blubbered and cried uncontrollably. His bottom was red, his penis was fully erect and dripping pre-ejaculate, but he made no effort to resist or escape his punishment. Much later, back on the Kent farm, Superboy had stopped crying from the spanking, but was still sulking and sobbing because of his inability to resist. He resigned himself to a lifetime of getting his tender bottom spanked. It was, as Jor-El had predetermined, his destiny—first as Superboy and later as Superman.