Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 00:29:12 -0600
From: Ribrav <ribrav@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Frat Boys Spank Superman--Chapter 6

FRAT BOYS SPANK SUPERMAN

By Ribrav

(The following is an original work of adult fan fiction involving the erotic
spanking of Superman.  Superman is the intellectual property of D.C. Comics.
This story is strictly not for profit and no copyright infringement is
intended.  All "boys" depicted are fictional and at least eighteen years of
age.  Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is completely
coincidental.  No super heroes were harmed in the creation of this work.)

PREVIOUSLY:  Superman has been given a ferocious, naked spanking by nine
young fraternity pledges. It has been going on for over four hours.  He has
been crying at the top of his voice for most of it.

Finally all of the boys had finished their last round of spanking.  Superman
had endured over four hours of continuous punishment to his tender,
vulnerable bottom.  When they released the rope that had him nearly dangling
from the ceiling, he slumped to the floor, a pitiful, pathetic mess of a
man, too weak to even stand on his own two feet.  He landed with his face in
a remaining puddle of his own semen.  He lay there bawling.

Alan was careful to photograph this sight from all possible angles, so as to
capture Superman's absolute defeat and humiliation.

Chapter 6

With his hands and feet still bound, Kyle and Mark lifted the naked, bawling
man of steel up off the floor.  They carried the practically limp mass of
aching muscle and stinging flesh outside the house to where Kyle had parked
his S.U.V.  The other boys followed.  Brian carried Superman's costume and
Eric had an extra length of rope.  Alan was still filming.

Outside of the modified environment of the house, the boys' strength
returned to normal, but Superman was still completely weak and helpless from
the constant punishment.

Angelo opened the rear door of the vehicle and Kyle and Mark dumped the
still blubbering, still naked hero unceremoniously into the back.

"Should we give this back to him?" asked Brian, holding up the costume.

Steve, who was just now putting his t-shirt back on, replied, "No, we need
to keep that as further proof that we stripped him completely naked and
spanked him."

Eric took his piece of rope and hog-tied Superman's hands and feet together
behind his back.

As the man of steel lay crying and tied helplessly in the back of the
S.U.V., Kyle got into the drivers' seat.  Mark got into the other side and
Alan got into the back seat, keeping his camera focused on the naked,
blubbering hero in the back.

The boys drove off with Superman, leaving the rest of the group laughing
about their accomplishment, congratulating each other, patting each other on
the back and giving the high-five all around.

Kyle stopped the vehicle several miles from the house, by a drainage ditch.
The boys got out and lifted Superman out of the back.  They threw him
roughly on the ground, causing him to emit a loud grunt, and removed the
piece of rope that held him hog-tied--so they could again get at his
bottom--but left the bonds on his wrists and ankles.

Then Kyle knelt down beside the sobbing hero and hoisted him up onto his
knee.  Just for good measure he gave him an extra spanking of about
seventy-five good solid licks.  Superman screamed and cried the whole time.
Fortunately, they were still miles from nowhere, and it was the middle of
the night, so nobody heard his pathetic bawling.

When Kyle had finished, he and Mark dumped Superman in the drainage ditch,
his hands and feet still bound.  He landed face down in a puddle of water.
He coughed and sputtered and continued to cry.  His final spanking over, and
there being no more need of easy access to his bottom, they again hog-tied
him, leaving him face down and utterly helpless in the filthy slime of the
ditch.

After catching that final humiliation on tape, Alan shut off the camera and
the boys got back in the S.U.V. and drove off.

Superman lay there in the ditch, naked, bound, and still crying his eyes
out.  His penis was still fully erect.  He was too weak to break the ropes
that held him and didn't even have the will to try.  His bottom glowed a
purplish red and hurt more than any mere mortal could possibly comprehend.

His mind was too cloudy to remember how he had even gotten into this
situation in the first place or why he had received the spanking.

It would be hours before he stopped crying and his erection went down.  By
then, it was starting to get light outside.  Superman, although still groggy
and confused, at least had the presence of mind to realize that someone
might see him like this.  That they might actually help him didn't enter his
befuddled mind.  Through his swollen eye sockets he saw a drainpipe, about
three feet in diameter, that the ditch ran into.

It was awkward and he was still quite weak--not to mention bound hand and
foot--but he managed to squirm and wiggle his naked body enough to make his
way into the pipe.  There was even more water in the bottom of the pipe, but
Superman didn't care at this point.  He lay face down in the foul, grimy,
disgusting fluid and just waited there for his strength and powers to
return.  Occasionally his crying would start again, prompted by his
helpless, and utterly degraded state--not to mention the agonizing pain that
still ravaged his tender bottom.  But eventually his crying would subside
and he would again lay there, waiting for some energy to return to his
depleted muscles.

Much more time would pass before he had enough of his super strength back to
snap the ropes that bound him--and even then it would require all the force
he could muster to do so.

It would be even more time, many hours more, before he regained enough of
his powers to finally fly back to his apartment in Metropolis, still naked.
He was still humiliated and ashamed of himself.  He no longer thought of
himself as invincible.  The pride which he felt at the beginning of the
evening was completely gone.

It would be well over a week before his bottom stopped hurting and several
more weeks before it returned to its previous lily-white shade.  In that
time he would don an extra costume that he kept, but he wouldn't wear it
with the same pride and confidence as before.  He would fly around doing
good and fighting crime, but most of the people who saw him would wonder why
he kept rubbing his bottom and why he seemed so timid and meek.  Whenever he
saw a young college boy he would actually back away in fear.  It would be a
long time indeed before he regained even a portion of his previous
confidence.  But he would forever remain more humble than before.

The nine boys who spanked him did get initiated into their fraternity, and
they did so without ever getting any swats.  The video--now transferred to
DVD--remained a part of the permanent archives of the organization, as did
the costume that the boys kept as a souvenir.  Part of the secret tradition
of the group became that, although all the members from then on got to see
it (many watched it over and over with great zeal), none were permitted to
reveal what they saw.

All of the boys would finish college and go on to their respective walks of
life.  But none would ever forget that incredible night when they gave
Superman a spanking he would never forget.