"I thought this was supposed to be an ancient Japanese artform?" Zatanna's voice cracks a little as Diana weaves knots of rope around her arms and behind her back. "Ohh... a little tight there."
"That's the idea, isn't it?" Her voice teases as she secures the bands securely around Zatanna's wrists. "And yes, it comes from Japan originally. It's just... very popular on my island. I'm flattered that you asked for my help. Roll over."
Zatanna obeys, stretching out across her mattress. She tries to pull her arms away from each other, but her range of motion is limited to her satisfaction. "Tie people up often?"
"I really hope you didn't think a giant loop was the extent of my skill with my lasso," Diana laughs before patting her bottom in a nudging sort of way. "Lift your feet."
Blushing involuntarily, Zatanna buries her face in her mattress as she bends her legs at the knee. This is supposed to be practice for her next miraculous escape, a titillating new trick that will spice up her next tour as a stage magician. But being tied up (and bossed around a bit) by the Princess is... she settles on riveting. She tries not to think too much about this as Diana wraps up her legs in the ropes.
"So what I heard was 'yes'," she replies when she finds her voice again.
"Not as often as I'd like," Diana dismisses softly, stealing a few breaths from her captive audience. She threads a strand between Zatanna's ankle bands and her wrist bands. "This will smart a little. Tell me when the strain starts hurting too much."
"Don't worry, Princess. I'm flexible." That boast is put to a respectable test as the rope pulls Zatanna's legs back, tightening her like the limbs of a bow. She judges her ability to cope with the buzzing pain as pressure is put on her shoulders and especially her back. "Mmm... now."
"Thank you." Diana loosens just a little, making Zatanna more comfortable before finishing the ropework. "Struggle a little bit so I can see if there's flaws in my work."
"Would it kill you to say 'please'?" Zatanna whines. Still, she tries to wriggle free, testing the limits of what she's able to do. Unsurprisingly, there's very little she can do to move, but it's more comfortable than she expected when she saw the position in her book.
"When you're already doing what you're told?" Diana asks with a smirk. Zatanna scowls, but Diana melts any argument she'd have by patting her bottom again. She squirms, wondering what she got herself into. Diana grabs the final part of the ensemble. "Are you sure you want the ball gag, sweetie?"
"Yes. Otherwise I might cheat," Zatanna grumbles. If she needs to use her actual spells to perform a simple Houdini act, then she isn't ready to take it on the road. Still, does Diana have to be so blunt about what the object is?
"What if I promise to call you a good girl for not cheating?"
Zatanna's face flushes. For a moment, she considers telling Diana to fuck off. But who knows what Diana will be compelled to do if she gets bratty? Best not to find out.
"No. Just put the gag on and keep an eye on my right hand." Maybe if she gives Diana some instructions she won't feel so powerless. "When I count down from three, time me. If I sign 'help', remove the gag so I can tell you what I need. If I sign 'done', I'm conceding and I want out of the ropes." She demonstrates both words in ASL so that Diana knows what to look out for.
"Understood." Diana squeezes Zatanna's shoulder, making her feel safe. It's a relief to have someone who will spot her through this exercise. Her hand travels from shoulder to neck to cheek. "Lift your head, and open wide."
Zatanna's heart skips a beat as she stretches her neck and looks up at Diana. She manages to suppress the "Yes Ma'am," that wants to escape her lips and manages a simple "Okay". She's unable to ignore the obvious mirth in Diana'a expression as she sets the ball in place. When Diana lifts her hair up so she can secure the strap around her head, Zatanna finally admits to herself that the whole experience is exciting. Upsettingly so.
But she'll wrestle with that later. Right now, she's got a more pressing problem to deal with. She waits for Diana to hold up the stop watch, takes a deep breath to help her focus on the task at hand, and counts down. The "click" of the watch gets her heart racing. She feels her way around the ropes, searching for a weak point where she can start attacking its structure. Per her request, Diana made the knots extremely secure to provide a challenge, and she loves to be challenged.
Her father, the legendary John Zatara, was an expert in escaping from chains and locks, but that's a different beast from the cables currently binding her. Still, the same principles apply; move around until she can get her hands on something, then start untying. The difficult piece of the puzzle is the link between her leg bindings and her arm bindings; Diana's tied it in such a way that she can't start freeing arms until she's undone that link. Eventually, she finds a position that gets that knot in reach of her fingers. Now it's not a question of if she can escape, but how fast and how comfortably she can do it.
She sighs with relief, the sound altered a bit by the silicone in her mouth. For the first time since she locked into her task, her concentration is broken by Diana's delighted chuckling. She turns toward her assistant, sitting in a chair, resting her head against her free hand and paying no attention to the stopwatch. Zatanna realizes she's already performing for an audience who finds the escape utterly enthralling. She detects a longing on Diana's face that makws her heartbeat jump up several paces. Suddenly keenly aware of how vulnerable she is, her mind races with ideas of what Diana could do to her while she's in such a state. If Diana wants to keep her this way, what can she do to stop her? It's a startling thought but also an enticing one.
And one she needs to get out of her damn head if she ever intends to get out of the knots. Zatanna reframes the situation to one more familiar. If Diana is her audience, then she's going to give her a show. As soon as she separates the two primary pieces of rope work, she shifts her body so that she's sitting and facing Diana, keeping eyes on her while she starts freeing her hands. Her instinct for performance kicks in; she pretends to struggle more than she is, mewling in frustration just to see how it affects Diana. Judging by the flush on her cheeks and the way she sits up straighter, the tension between them is mutual.
Knowing this motivates her, giving her the energy to power through the last major knot around her wrists. The rope loses its tautness and Zatanna's hands are free. She stretches out a bit, savoring the hard-earned freedom, and then ponders her next move. Comfort suggests removing the damn gag, but it's serving two functions: keeping her from speaking her backwards magic to command the ropes to free her, and making Diana squirm in her seat. So she leaves it on, and decides the best approach for freeing her legs is to lie on her back, then arch to give her hands room to undo the tight bond around her ankles. She alludes to undressing as she shimmies out of the rope, securing it in the heels of her shoes before kicking it off.
"Tada!" she exclaims shamelessly, holding the gag up like a prize. "How'd I do?
"Six minutes, thirty seven seconds. I'm impressed. I'll have to make the restraints tighter next time," Diana muses as she gets up and gathers the tools of her trade.
"Next time I'll be suspended from the ceiling, I think." Zatanna stretches and massages the parts of her limbs that have felt the most pressure, admiring the flared skin peeking through her nylons. "More dramatic if the audience thinks I could fall to my death."
"I feel like your audience will be rapt with attention either way, darling."
"You seemed more captive than me, to be honest."
Diana sighs, but then smirks. "Well, it's not everyday a pretty girl asks me to come to their room, tie them up and watch them writhe around on their bed."
Zatanna feels like she's going to melt into a puddle. Instead, she coils up into a ball, resting her forearms on her knees and peeking over them. "No, I suppose not."
Diana rewards the show of embarrassment with a doting peck on the top of her forehead. "Thank you for trusting me to help. It's been fun."
She turns to leave, and Zatanna's heart races. Is there ever going to be a better opportunity than this one to act on these feelings? Maybe, but why risk waiting?
"Do you want to stay? We could have more fun."
Diana stops cold in her tracks, and Zatanna worries for a moment. But when the Amazon turns, the wickedly playfully grin on her face tells her that she's made a good move.
"I can put you in some more interesting knots, if you wish. I'm sure I can emphasize those curves of yours a bit," she suggests.
Zatanna suppresses a giggle, though she knows her smile won't be hiding. She uncurls, beckoning Diana to come closer. "Is that all you want to do with me?"
Diana shakes her head. "Are you opposed to spanking?"
Zatanna forgets how to function for a moment, snorting involuntarily. "Do you... do you mean like hair-pulling, neck-biting, rough foreplay kind of spanking? Or like, put me over your knee, tell me I've been a bad girl and make me cry kind of spanking?" She tries to pause there, but the next sentence falls out of her mouth as soon as Diana is within arms reach. "Because I'm down for either."
Diana tilts Zatanna's chin. "Well in that case, definitely the latter."
"Oh." Zatanna shudders. Is she actually down for that? She felt a lot more confident joking about it than she does now? "How hard are you gonna spank me?"
"As hard as you like," Diana assures her, curling a lock of Zatanna's hair around her finger and putting just the slightest bit of pressure on their roots. "It's not like you actually did anything wrong that I ought to punish you for. You get some same say in the matter."
Zatanna tries to remember anything she knows about bondage and discipline kinks. Her mind is not providing a particularly deep pool of information. But she remembers reading something once in a cheap romance novel. "Should I have a safeword?"
"How about 'Diana, stop," for now?" she suggests, letting go of her lock of hair and brushing it behind Zatanna's ears. "I want clear communication and honest answers. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"Um. Sure. Yes, I think." How she's going to communicate anything when she can barely form sentences? "I... I think that sounds good, Princess. I can do that."
"Good Girl." Diana's voice is lower, spoken more from her chest. Zatanna bites down to keep from smiling. "Now, this sort of play can get pretty intense, if you want that. But why don't I start by warming your little bottom up with a few good smacks? Just to gauge how much you like a firm hand?"
"H-h..how..." Zatanna stutters for several seconds. "How can you just say that out loud?"
"Practice and confidence." Diana places her hands on Zatanna's shoulders and rubs up and down her arms. The touch is soothing, and she relaxes. "I have two broad questions before we begin. May I undress you, and may I handle you?"
"Handle me?"
"Pull you physically over my knee or any other position I'd like to get you in," Diana explains. "Hold you still if you try to squirm free. Things like that. I want to respect any boundaries you may have. The more I know, the less likely I am to make you feel like we need to stop."
"Uh... yes. Please do that, it sounds very hot," she answers, finding a bit of her courage.
Diana's hands snatch her wrists, and she's pulled to her feet. Her smile enchants Zatanna, maintaining her focus while Diana spins them around. She sits on the bed. Their eyes meet for a moment before Zatanna realizes she's being tugged forward. The next thing she knows, she's staring at the floor of her Watchtower apartment.
Diana was able to put her over her lap in mere moments. One arm wraps securely around her middle, keeping her stuck in place while Diana pats her bottom and smooths out her coat tails. She holds her right knee up slightly higher than her left, tilting Zatanna forward and preventing her feet from touching the ground. If it weren't for her magic, she'd be unable to prevent Diana from doing whatever she wanted. That vulnerability excites her, and she bites her lip in anticipation of the first smack.
"Alright, Zatanna. I'm going to start spanking."
Diana's hand flies through the air and lands with a pop! on the roundest part of her left cheek, and she gasps in reflex. Several more pops follow as Diana bounces from one side of Zatanna's upturned rear to the other. Each one jolts her like static electricity before leaving a little tingling, stinging sensation. It hurts, but not too much; like going down a waterslide or practicing jiu jitsu holds in her self-defense class, the pain is thrilling.
"Oh, that's not so bad at all," Zatanna observes, though the next smack makes her wince a bit.
"Well, you do have some protection, sweetheart," Diana reminds her in a gently mocking tone. "I love the tailcoat as a fashion statement, but between that, your shorts and the stockings, there's plenty to protect your naughty bottom from my punishing hand."
She grimaces and tries to ignore the flushing cheeks. How is Diana able to so consistently get a rise out of her just by talking? "Oh? They're just clothes. Surely they aren't protecting me all that much."
"You'd be surprised." Diana spanks a bit faster, landing around eight smacks without pausing. "If I let you up, do you promise to be a good girl and go back over my knee when you're told?"
"Oh, I dunno," Zatanna giggles. "What will you do if I don't?"
"Then I'll choose to believe you want me to find a sturdy hairbrush and give you a good thrashing," Diana answers. Her tone lacks any laughter or compassion - it convinces Zatanna that Diana would mete this punishment out in a heartbeat. Yet as scary as it sounds, there's something vaguely reassuring in the fact that Diana is being perfectly clear about what can escalate their play.
"I think I'll try cooperating for now," Zatanna squeaks. Diana fires off a sharp pair of smacks to each side of her bottom again, then nudges her back to her feat. When their eyes meet, Zatanna sees both obvious glee in Diana's eyes as well a convincing sternness. It compels her to stay put and wait for further instructions.
"Take off your coat." Much like those earlier instances, Diana commands instead of suggesting. She's a woman who's used to being in charge and being listened to without question, the first time. Zatanna obliges, removing the jet-black tailcoat and folding it neatly. Diana accepts it and sets it on the bedside table. "And let me get those for you..."
Before she can even ask what Diana is referring to, the Princess starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. She gets three of them taken care of, giving Zatanna's chest room to breathe and heart plenty of reason to beat faster. "Oh. I don't think you need to undo those to spank me, Princess."
"No, but they're fun to look at. And touch." Diana squeezes and caresses each for a moment, giving Zatanna a brief taste of the attention she could lavish on her if given the opportunity. "And if this is foreplay, I want to be able to get you out of those clothes faster when I'm done."
Zatanna holds Diana's wrists for a moment, encouraging her hands to linger. Diana takes the hint. "Should I get this silly bowtie off while I'm at it?"
"Noooo," Diana trills, sliding two of her fingers up Zatanna's neck and then pulling her closer by said bowtie. "I like my girlfriends collared."
Their faces are a couple of inches apart. Zatanna forgets how to breathe, but Diana forces her to answer a question. "Would you like a kiss before I resume your spanking?"
"Uh-huh." Diana tilts her head and leans forward to plant a firm, passionate kiss on her lips. It's very tasteful apart from the fact that she's got her by the tie, hinting at the rougher play they'll be engaging in before the night is over. Zatanna savors the tender moment and makes sure their tongues get a chance to touch before Diana pulls away. "God, you're so hot."
"I know." Diana plants one more peck on her lips. "But it sounds much better when you say it. Now. Get your cute little butt back over my knee so I can really smack you."
Zatanna obeys, resuming the position without any hint of a protest. Diana starts whacking away before her other arm finishes wrapping around her middle, and she squirms in place. Diana giggles, making Zatanna wonder what she finds so amusing. But then the spanking continues, faster and harder than before. Several blows land where her bottom meets her thighs and her shorts can't cover, and Zatanna finds it easier to kick and squirm.
"That's it, pretty girl. No need to be so still. I've got you... you aren't going anywhere."
Diana's words provide much needed clarity; Zatanna's struggle for self control is a welcome result for the woman lighting up her bottom. Thank heavens for that, because the heat burning just under her skin is becoming impossible to ignore. The stinging pain needles her between smacks, and it lingers even when Diana takes a few moments to lower the shorts down to her knees. Zatanna blushes anew: she knows the scarlet panties she has on underneath her stockings cover almost nothing. Diana is getting a very clear picture of what her naughty bottom looks like.
She buries her face in her hands. Her naughty bottom? That isn't a phrase that's ever entered her mind before, but once it left Diana's mouth it buried itself there and is refusing to leave. It compliments the physical act of the spanking to create a play experience that Zatanna can easily vibe with. It brings out the performer in her.
"Diana? Oh! Oh, oww!" Opening her mouth to talk has made it more difficult to keep those expressions of pain to herself. "Hey, Princess! Oww."
"Yes, little witch?" Diana asks, the phrase as affectionate as if she were calling her "baby" or "honey."
Zatanna melts a little bit more, and rethinks her initial thought. Maybe she's not ready to be naughty for Diana. But the urge to play her role gets the better of her.
"Wasn't I a very bad girl for bringing you up here to tie me up? Such a naughty little game... I ought to be punished, shouldn't I?" Her tone is brazen, haughty and full of sensuality. She wants to challenge Diana, to see if she'll respond in kind and test her ability to take a sound spanking.
"Hmm. So it was. I don't think you had any idea what your little bit of bondage would do to me." Diana caresses Zatanna's bottom, patting the cheeks and giving them a good squeeze now and and again. "It's so unfair to present your lovely body in such a vulnerable state and ask me to watch as an unbiased observer. I love when beautiful girls are tied up and helpless. I love to spank them to tears, I love to kiss them and hold them, and I love to fuck them. It wasn't very nice to get me all hot and bothered, now was it?"
"No, Princess." Zatanna shakes her head. "It wasn't very nice at all. I think you should tie me up again so I have no choice but to take a thorough spanking for my wicked behavior."
"An excellent idea, Little Witch." Diana fires off a blistering series of spanks to her bottom and thighs, causing Zatanna to howl in pain. "I'll make sure to teach you a lesson. Now, stand up and put your hands behind your back."
"Yes, Mistress." The new word tastes wonderful on Zatanna's tongue as Diana helps her to her feet. She spreads her legs so that Zatanna can stand between them, and Zatanna dutifully places her hands behind her. She turns her head and favors Diana with a cheeky grin as she grabs one of the ropes. This time, she eschews any fancy knotwork for a simple tight binding around Zatanna's wrists, and pulls the rope taut. "Should I wear my gag for you? I know you love the sounds I was making earlier."
"Not this time," Diana dismisses, turning to the side and firmly nudging Zatanna over her left knee. This time, she lets her feet touch the floor. "This next part of the spanking is really going to hurt. I want to hear what you sound like when I'm putting you through your paces... and I want you to be able to say stop if you need it. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Zatanna rests against her bed and sticks her bottom up proudly, gifting her body to Diana for her use. "Whatever you want from me...ow! Ow, oww! Oh!"
Diana is already spanking with equal force as before, awakening the dulled sting to prepare Zatanna for more to come. "What I want is a good wooden hairbrush to set your eager little tush on fire. Do you have such a tool for me?"
"Hsurbriah ni dnah!" Zatanna calls out between spanks. Backwards Magic, taught to her by her father, is her most potent weapon. It's an easy task to summon the requested item.
"My, my. What a good girl you are, Zatanna," Diana encourages excitedly. She sounds absolutely delighted as she taps the wood against its intended target. "Are you ready to have that beautiful bottom blistered until you're wailing?"
Zatanna squirms and fusses, taking a moment to assess her interest level. Her reddened skin is already biting at the gentlest taps of that hairbrush, warning her of what will come. But her growing curiosity, her exhibitionist streak, her undeniable arousal and her loving submission all act as powerful counterpoints to this baser instinct of self-preservation.
"Yes. Give me a good one, Mistress. Please."
"Oh, I love when you say 'please.' Music to my ears." Diana pulls the nylons down, leaving almost every inch of skin from Zatanna's waist to her knees bare and exposed to the elements. "One more time, Little Witch."
"Please give me a good hard spanking, Mistress. Please oh please oh pretty, pretty please smack my naughty little bottom until I'm wailing," Zatanna offers shamelessly, anxious to give Diana anything and everything she wants. "I'm ready."
The brush cuts through the air like a blade and collides with Zatanna's bare cheeks. "Oww!" It lands again on the other side with equal force, rocking her to her core. "Oww! Oh, oww.... Ouch! Ouch, oww, oww, oww!"
Diana's relentless paddling coaxes cries of anguish out of her with every blow. She wriggles and kicks and tries to tear through her bonds, but it's hopeless. Nothing saves her from the brush's powerful wallops. It should be overwhelming; the sudden bursts of scorching hurt when the brush lands, the prickling heat it leaves in its wake, the tortuous anticipation of waiting for its next searing kiss. Yet every blow is given enough time for her to recover, and just when she thinks she can't take another one, she finds herself longing for it. Instinct begs for the spanking to stop, but desire and determination steady her nerves and push her through... until she starts sobbing.
"Oww! Ohh, Mistress! Oww! Diana... Diana please.... Oww! Oww! I think I learned my lesson," she stammers, shocked to feel wet streams from her eyes.
She hears Diana set the hairbrush on the side table. She tenses up as a hand comes back to her bottom, but the touch is soft and soothing. Diana rubs in big, gentle circles, and Zatanna lets out a big sigh. Now that she's made it, she's proud of herself for taking such a hard spanking on her first go around.
"And what lesson is that, Little Witch?" Diana asks, patting her poor, pitifully punished cheeks.
"That my Mistress loves to spank pretty girls who ask her to tie them up?" Zatanna answers, a mopey little whine turning coquettish as she relaxes.
"It's very nearly my favorite thing," Diana assures, continuing to pat and rub and soothe as Zatanna comes down from the excitement and agony of the experience. As her breathing becomes normal, Diana's rubs become firmer and her squeezes more intense. Zatanna relaxes and moans at her touch, appreciating this gentler side so much more now that she knows how cruel her mistress can be.
"Zatanna?" she spurs with a few pats on her thigh.
"Diana?" she answers lazily.
"Want me to fuck you? Or have you had enough excitement for one afternoon?"
Zatanna blushes as brightly as her bottom. It seems that Diana is determined to be just as blunt about these questions as she's been about every other embarrassing suggestion and command. Not that it's upsetting. Of course she wants Diana to fuck her. She makes that abundantly clear by grinding herself against Diana's lap.
"Please."