Blitzkrieg, seeing her cause was hopelessly lost, decided to run as fast as she could to a window, open it, and get away , as fast as she could from the scene of her disaster, yet another failure. Meanwhile the girl Misfit allowed the older girl time to open the window and begin to climb out of it. But Misfit, who on top of her other powers, was gifted with super speed, rushed like a tornado to the would-be escapee and shut the window on her, her magic fingers outside and useeless to her, the window shut tight by the superstrength of Misfit. Blitzkrieg's skirt did absolutely bothing to protect the girl-criminal's bare bottom, which stuck out humiliatingly , seemingly at the service of Misfit.

Fortunately for the red-haired, teenage heroine, within reach of her was a golden chain, unbreakable, Misfit could see, because of the steel-reinforcemets between each of the gold ringlets. Misfit decided this would be an excellent instrument of punishment for naughty Blitzkrieg's all-so-available bare bottom, and she began laying lash after lash on villainess's criminal butt.

"I know you've never succeeded in any crime you've ever committed, Blitzkrieg," said Misfit, loudly over Blitzkrieg's cries of pain from each LASH of the golden chain.

"AUTSCH!" yelled Blitzkrieg, since almost every word Misfit said was punctuated by a hard, all-encompassing THRASH, "Bitte Sie, Fräulein!" cried Blitzkrieg, now very respectfully--not withstanding that Misfit was 6 years younger than her, "Bitte Sie! Ich habbe had enough! Sie must stop! Ich habbe had es! Ich habbe learned my lesson! NIE! NIE again vill ich zo much as attempt, or think, about a robery again! AUTSCH! AUTSCH! Bitte Sie, ma'am! Mein ass ist on fire!"

However, Blitzkrieg's yells and pleadings fell on deaf ears. "Your in for a long, long licking, Blitzkrieg! The longest - and hardest! You've gotten so far! Still, 'Blitzkrieg,' you should count yourself as lucky! Lucky that you didn't fall into the hands of Superman or Wonder Woman! Your 'magic fingers' would have been nothing to them! They would carried you humiliatingly to the sky, and whipped your ass with their bare hands! Ignominiously they would have carried you by the waist and spanked you -oh! ever-so-hard! And then, who knows? They may have carried you to the prison of the Justice League, where you would have been for a long time to make sure you lean your lesson!"

Blitzkrieg was in great pain - and now desperate. "Please, ma'am! DO'NT carry me to jail!" But Misfit was silent at this. She decided the a part of Blitzkrieg's punishment should be to remain in fear that she would be further punished with jail. "I think you should stick to the problem you have now, Blitzkrieg! It seems to me that what you're getting now is worse than anything you can get in jail!

"Ja! Ja!" Responded Blitzkrieg, "You speak truly! But, Bitte, ma'am! Ich don't deserfe such treatment! Mein ass ist soooooo tender! Es ist one von mien best features! Oh, bitte Sie, Freulein! Ich ruff Sie! Don't damage es!"

Misfit's response was to LASH the naughty bare bottom of Blitzkrieg all the harder.

WHISH!. . . . SWHISH!. . . . SWHOOSH!. . . . WHOOSH!. . . . LASH!. . . . WHHHIIIPPP!. . . . CRRRRRRACK!. . . . THRRRRRRRASH!. . . . SWHISH!. . . . THWHAAAAAAACK!. . . .

"AUTSCH!" the desperate girl yelled; "OOOOOOOHHHHH!. . . . HOWWWWWWELLLLL!" Blitzkrieg felt that Misfit had been right; the whipping she was getting was much, much harder than any she had yet received, from anyone, from either the Justice League or the loose criminal cartel to which she was connected.

Her thrashing had been going on for twenty minutes now, and each LASH the young criminal got from the younger crimefighter hurt worse than the last one. Blitzkrieg's bottom was nearly crimson, and seemed to emit fire and smoke. Blitzkrieg was desperate all through her punishment, but now ever more so. The positioning of her legs made it possible for her to kick her feet up and down, violently, perhaps hoping to strike Misfit and cause her to lose her balance, enabling Blitzkrieg, as she thought, to make good her escape. This never happened, but Blitzkrieg continued kicking, think this action might somehoe ease her pain, and it would certainly serve as a sign to Misfit that she was unhappy with her situation. All of Blitzkrieg's kicks were accompanied by cries of pain, humiliation, and frustration. She really did consider herself a wizard with her "lightning fingertips"; but she was now a toothless tiger with her hands clinching into fists outside beating the sill. With her kicking, screaming and flailing Blitzkrieg was throwing a temper tantrum, and Misfit could see this. "You've lost, Blitzkrieg! You should take your whipping as a brave soldier, not like a five-year-old girl!" Blitzkrieg began cursing her young disciplinarian.

Blitzkrieg got one final idea to escape from her punishment. She stationed her feet firmly on the ground. Misfit was still thrashing her painfully; after half an hour Misfit had not lost any of her strength. But Blitzkrieg tried, with great difficult, but finally successfully, to practically bend her hands and writs bakwards so she could use her "lightning fingers" to destroy the window that held her captive. Then, she felt certain, she could make good her escape from Misfit and her EVER-so-painful strength combined with her gold chain.

Blitzkrieg had just about gotten her fingertips where she wanted them, Misfit, busy whipping the young criminal, stil not noticing her truant's maneuver, or seeming not to notice it - Blitzkrieg took one matter, rather suddenly and shockingly, that if she used her "magic fingers" to destroy the window, would she not be destroying herself as well? Her fingertips could only go in one direction - the open window that held her! At the very least, Blitzkrieg knew - at the last possible minute - her back could be seriously burned, and in spite of the fire that could flow out of her fingertips Blitzkrieg was more afraid of fire, or burning, more than anything else. Blitzkrieg's plan, silly, foolish, incomplete as it was, fell to the ground in smoking ash. But the young villainess, not TOTALLY preoccupied, though almost, by the sound thrashing she was getting from Misfit, decided on one more plan of escape. Her feet were stil as firmly as she could get them planted on the foor: so Blitzkrieg decided to use her feet and legs to cast herself out of the window with all of her strength, and the young criminal was fairly strong (though never too strong to escape from a whipping). So almost as soon as she thought out her plan, this one safe, Blitzkrieg attempted to put it into operation.

First of all the youthful bad girl gripped the window as tightly as she could, ready to use ase all the strength she had in her arms to help pull herself along; then he planted her feet in a running - or rather jumping - position. However, this had the unfortunate, humiliating requirement of Blitzkrieg sticking out her butt further thanit already was. Nevertheless she tried to persevere: but leaping through the window was made impossible by the very movement of her butt: she had also to use her back and part of her legs to "bust" through the window, but the window clapped all the more on Blitzkrieg's shoulder blades and lower neck, and Misfit finally heard and saw what the object of her ire was trying to do; strong as she was she held the partially-open window more closely on Blitzkrieg, and the young woman's ass was now sticking out more ignominiously than before. In these two unsuccessful attempts at escape Blitzkrieg had shown her utter foolishness and failure to take into account all defects in a projected plan, something that both seasoned villains, as Blitzkrieg should have been by now, and even heroes did as a matter of course. Faced with these failures, and the humiliating, even more painful, position of her buttocks after the "thrashing" of her second plan, Blitzkrieg began cursing her disciplinarian, in both German and English, and began struggling, no part of an organized plan. She tried to position her feet under the wall, beneath the window to force her body out of her imprisonment in the shut widow; but the pain the criminal felt in the back of her legs in her desperate attempt which could make them temporarily useles in running, and the realization of the fact that she would have to very painfully wrench her shoulders , neck - and head to escape Misfit's iron grip on the top window sill -well, having thought of these matters almost too late - the result being the serious injury of Blitzkrieg, the girl tried to move and kick her way to her feet's former position without success, and the result was that Blitzkrieg's butt stuck out all the more to receive Misfit's hard lashes.

"I know you've been trying to escape, Blitzkrieg," Misfit said, "But as your rear end can feel, your FOOLISH, incopetent, thoughtless failures have all worked against you! No wonder the heroes don't take much notice when you're attempting a heist! They all come and easily overcome and punish you themselves, or they don't even respond at all, relying - always correctly - on your own silly plans to fail, resulting in you running away from the scene of your attempted crime! But tonight was a little different. Tonight, even though the other heroes of the Justice League wanted to ignore your projected crime - tonight I thought you had a real chance of success - don't ask me how I knew it. And there you were, at the stores vault, just about to "transfer funds" from the vault to your handbag. And I daresay you would have succeeded - had I not shown up! And you thought I was a ghost, the Spirit of Vengeance! That shows your silly CHILDISHNESS! Your belief in ghosts! You're supposed to be a grown woman! You're older than I am! You should have known better! You did not plan a workable plan of escape - and there was one, even from me! It was not too late to act on this - painfully absence - of this escape plan when I gave you my first slap on your STUPIDLY bare bottom! I'M not going to tell you what it was - I'll leave you to figure it out! - And here am I, giving advice to a villainess! But maybe because I know it will go through one ear and out the other!"

Blitzkrieg was now crying bitterly - the failure of her heist, coming so close that she could even grab some of the money, her capture, imprisonment and subssequent hiding by Misfit, and the GREAT pain that accopanied it, her failed attempts at escape, making her bottom even more avaiable to Misfit's lashes, and Misfit's final lambasting of her to accompany the chatisement she was giving Blitzkrieg, as well as Misfit's subtly sarcastic "advice" - all these failures led to the bitter, salt tears flowing from the girl-gangster's eyes. But during her whole punisment Blitzkrieg refused to acknowledge her own guilt in trying to commit a crime to heself, even though she had told Misfit that she had "Learned her lesson", that she would not so much as contemplate a crime in the future - Blitzkrieg was by no means actually penetent. Nor yet did the girl-thief recognize her own faults in the commission of the crime or even an escape plan. She said nothing about the second failure, and nothing further about her "Sorrow" at having tried to commit the crime. Blitzkrieg was speecless; she could only cry, hiccup and sob. And STILL her whipping continued!

Finally, after 45 full minutes of giiving Blitzkrieg, as she had promised, the licking of her life, Misfit decided she had somewhere else to be. Why waste anymore time on this "failure," as Misfit thought to herself. So she suddenly brought Blitzkrieg's punishment to an end. She put the undamaged gold chain where she had found it, released Blitzkrieg from the window, raising it to allow the girl's exit from her captivity, and even helped Blitzkrieg up, feeling that she had cramps or cricks on her back, neck and arms, as well as her legs; but Blitzkrieg stood up straight, though slowly, none the worse for wear--except, of course, her bottom.

After this Misfit told Blitzkrieg, "If I ever catch you trying to commit a crime again I will carry you to Superman or Wonder Woman, and I'll let them deal with you! I assure you, you've NEVER been spanked until either one of them carries you to the sky, where escape is impossible, and REALLY thrash you! Do you understand, Blitzkrieg?"

"Ja, meine Lady!" Blitzkrieg said, humbly curtsying before her disciplinarian, "I comprehend totally! Sie vill zee mir nicht more!"

"Very well, my girl," Misfit said sternly, "Now off with you! Go!"