Oops! 
by Marcus in Disguise, snnz3a@earthlink.net. 
Despite having buns of steel, Superman feels the pain of a tiny lady's spanking.

 


 Superman was about to fly off to the corner of Lexington and Grand when he
heard a loud "Ding Dong."
 "Rats," he said and opened his door.
 In the porch light, a tiny lady with a big handbag smiled up at him.
"Aren't your parents here?" she asked, craning her neck around him. "Oh
dear, I must be late."
 "No, madam," Superman answered.  "My parents aren't here. I am a full grown
man living on his own. I am, in fact, Superman."
 He flexed his biceps, then made his pecs dance beneath his tight uniform.
 "Well, " said the tiny woman, "it's nice to see that you are in your
jammies."
 The woman stepped inside without closing the door behind her.
 "These are not my 'jammies,' as you call them," Superman said. "It is my
uniform. I am a crime fighter on his way to prevent a robbery at the corner
of Lexington and Grand."
 "Wrong," the tiny woman said. "It's late, and you belong in bed."
 "Ha!" Superman replied.
 "Don't sass me," the tiny woman said. "You're not too big to spank."
 She glanced at the pile of rumpled Clark Kent clothes. "What's that? I bet
your room is a mess, too. Pick up your clothes. Put them away. NOW!"
 "I have had enough of you," Superman said. He tried to push her out of the
way, but she wouldn't budge. To his surprise, she grabbed his belt and
pulled him toward his room. He arched an eyebrow and sputtered.
 "Sorry, but I have to be rough," Superman said. "I can't let you interfere
with my crime prevention."
 His fist whooshed through the air. The tiny woman ducked it easily. He
swung again and again, always missing his little target.
 "What?" he said. "This is not supposed to happen."
 Then the tiny woman swung. Unlike Superman's blows, her connected. First
she struck his solar plexus. "Oof," Superman said. He folded over, bringing
his chin within her reach. More blows left him as helpless as a baby. And he
cried like one.
 "I'm sorry," Superman bawled. "I'll be good. Promise."
 The tiny woman threw Superman over her knee and spanked him. "Waaa,"
Superman said.
 When she let him up,  he rubbed his butt and followed her to the bathroom.
She washed his bruised, tearstained face.
 In his bedroom, the tiny woman tucked him in bed and kissed his forehead.
Then her cell phone rang.
 She answered it immediately. "Yes? A robbery at the corner of Lexington and
Grand. Why does that sound familiar?"
 She slipped out of clothes. A crime fighting uniform was underneath. It
looked like "jammies," too.
 She was about to fly out the door, but stopped. "Where is Lexington and
Grand?" she asked.
 "What?" Superman said. "Everyone in Gotham knows that corner."
 "Oh dear," said the tiny woman, "I have the right address, but the wrong
city. You're not Bobby Wiles, are you?"
 "NO!" Superman answered. "I am not. I was about to take care of the robbery
myself when I was so RUDELY interrupted."
 "Oops," said the tiny woman. She stuffed her clothes in her handbag,
grabbed the handles so tight her knuckles whitened, and flew away.
 Shortly afterwards, Superman flew away.
 He caught the robbers' car, zoomed away with it through the night air, and
left it, with the crooks inside, in front of the police station.  He posed
for pictures, signed autographs, and returned home.
 He told no one why he was late to arrive on the crime scene.