The Joker X Harley Quinn Pt. 2

Here he went. On and off. His cute, little Harley Quinn had screwed up again. Just because he showed sympathy towards her last time didn't mean he was going to do it THIS time.

He'd changed since then.

What's Harley done this time, you may ask? Well, it's a long story, but to cut it short, she'd "accidentally" slipped-- I mean, PUT one of Poison Ivy's plant-toxins in his drink. She thought it was a love potion because it was the only red liquid out of all the plant-toxins Ivy had created (the others were all green), but Poison Ivy told her that she obviously knew nothing about plant-toxins, there was no such thing as "love potions", and that the red-greenish liquid had actually been used as a medicine to cure the plants when they were wilted.

The Joker drank it, and, to his surprise, the result that it had on a plant was totally DIFFERENT when a HUMAN took it.

He started sprouting plants all over his body, and he was freaking out. Poison Ivy had to come up with a cure for that (which took about two-and-a-half weeks), and she eventually mixed up all the "curing" ingredients she needed into a bottle and gave it to the Joker, who drank it immediately. He was back to his old self, but he wouldn't forget what Harley had done.

To be secretive, Poison Ivy had been laughing the whole time.

The Joker caught Harley sneaking out of the room as not to get in trouble the next night. He caught her attention by saying, "Hold it, Harl."

She paused, drawing back a bit. "Are..." she began. "Are you gonna... hurt me, Puddin'?" The Joker grabbed her arm and pulled her up to his eye level. "I'm gonna HURT you, all right," he said through clenched teeth. There was an unexpected pause as a cold smile curved his red-painted lips. "But... in a different way than I normally do," he finished.

Harley raised an eyebrow, and waited to hear what he had to say next. He led her over to a nearby stool. He sat on it, then said, "Harley, lay over my lap, face-down." Harley raised both eyebrows this time. How could he possibly hurt any part of her body if she was in THAT position? ... Well, there was ONE exception-- No, he wouldn't do it. It just wasn't like him.

Harley cleared her throat, and obediently did as she was told. "You'll stay still the whole time," the Joker instructed, stroking her hair menacingly. "And you'll do what I say, and assume the positions I tell you to. Got it?" "Yeah, yeah," Harley muttered, not thinking he'd hear. His grip on her hair became harder, and he yanked at it, making her scalp feel a small "prick". "Let's hear you rephrase that, Harl," the Joker said, placing his left hand on her neck. "Yes, Sir," Harley said sweetly but sarcastically, "rephrasing" it like he said to do.

"Atta girl," the Joker said quietly, raising the bottom of her red, mini-skirt-like dress over her bottom. "Eeek...!" two red splotches of embarrassment on her cheeks went right through the makeup on her face, sticking out like headlights. "Remember what I said to do," the Joker snapped.

Harley nodded, still blushing. She knew that the Joker liked her in SOME way, but not necessarily a "sexual" way. Right in the middle of her thoughts, she felt the Joker's heavy hand strike her bottom sharply. She let out a small scream. It was more out of shock than pain. Then, she finally got it:

He was spanking her!

Seriously, she thought. Of all people!

Before she could even speak up for herself, she felt it again, this time, harder. "Ow!" she squeaked. She whipped her head around. The Joker seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her. "Oy! Stop spankin' me, Mistah J.!" "Naughty, naughty little girl, Harley," the Joker lectured, continuing to spank her. "Papa spank..."

Harley felt tears sting her eyes, but she didn't know why. Certainly it was not out of pain, because he wasn't strangling her like he usually did. He was SPANKING her. And spanking someone didn't LITERALLY kill them. Maybe it was the embarrassment she got out of it?

"You jerky pervert!" Harley exclaimed furiously, kicking her legs and screaming. "Lemme go or I'll-- AAAHHH!!!" She felt another strong, sharp, heavy "SMACK!" on her bottom. It was stronger than the others. She began to feel her bottom become a nice shade of red. As if the Joker had been thinking of that exact same thing, he paused for about four seconds and said, "Y'know, your bum's starting to match your dress." Then he went back to spanking her.

Harley couldn't believe it. She felt as though she were a small child that had misbehaved and the Joker was her father that was punishing her... In a way that he'd never tried.

Harley kept kicking and screaming, and the Joker just said, "I KNOW you LIKE this, Harl!"

He kept spanking her for about another two-and-a-half minutes, then paused, seeing as how his hand was singed because he had been doing it so hard... His hand hurt even though he was wearing a glove on each one.

And Harley had kept quiet the rest of the time. Overtime, her bottom became redder and redder, but the redder it became, the more and more Harley started enjoying it more. She was starting to get even more and more attention.

Then, right when she thought her punishment WASN'T over, he stopped, turned her over so she sat face-up on his lap (which hurt, considering she was sitting on her bruised bottom), and started stroking her hair. "You were starting to like that, weren't you?" he said, smirking. Harley leaned into his chest, and let out a small "Mmm-hmm." He pulled the bottom of her dress back down, covering most of her red bottom, and hugged her tightly. "That's my girl," he said, kissing her cheek. She giggled cheerfully.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, looking up at him. "May I have another?" she giggled again. "Not tonight, I'm afraid," the Joker said, but continued to smile. "But don't forget--" he pushed her off his lap, and she squealed slightly from landing on her bruised bottom on the floor-- "you're not getting off the hook so easily."

And with that, he started to walk out of the room. As he passed Harley Quinn, he ruffled her hair a bit. When she was sure he was gone, she giggled once more, then starting walking out of the room through the OTHER door to feed Bud and Lou, her trusty, hyena sidekicks. On the way out, she said to herself, "I'll never forget. How could I?"