Distracted by her giggling children at the window, Leticia lost her painful grip on Supergran's fingers, giving the weakened superheroine time to stumble to her feet.

Annoyed at herself for being distracted, Leticia took out her annoyance on her foe.  As Supergran stumbled to her feet, Leticia smashed a hard right-handed punch into her chin. The punch staggered the weakened heroine, but her grim determination kept her on her wobbly legs.

Doubly annoyed, that her foe escaped, and was still on her feet, Leticia attacked with a vengeance.  Knowing Wendy and Billy were watching, the proud parent was pleased to show off for her offspring, by beating up the world's most venerated superheroine.   She tore into the lush bodied, older woman, arms swinging like a windmill.

Now, it must be admitted that despite her long distinguished years of fighting crime, Supergran was no expert in hand to hand combat.  As she once confided to her daughter, Supermom.  "Well Dear, in my day it just wasn't considered 'ladylike' to  brawl like a drunken sailor!"  Besides, when you can fly, tear up huge trees by the roots, and antiaircraft shells bounce harmlessly off your imposing bust, who needs to fight?  Criminals just throw up their hands in surrender.

Of course, for the occasional miscreant who did resist, Supergran wasn't averse to a good clout on the chin with her stout right arm, but never with more super strength than the situation called for. Naturally, she was always careful to use her powers in a ladylike manner, so as to set a proper example for youthful admirers.  Now, mysteriously bereft of her super powers, and already badly hurt, Supergran found her well-bred, chivalrous reticence to use force, a fatal disadvantage.

On the other hand, growing up in the shadow of her older sister, Morganna, always a bully of the first order, Leticia had, by necessity, learned to use her fists just to survive.  Once started, she found it exciting and stimulating fun, particularly if your opponent was at a disadvantage.  She discovered at an early age, she really liked hitting other people, particularly girls who were prettier or more popular than she was, and that included most of the female population. Supergran, one of the most beautiful, popular women in the world automatically aroused all of Leticia's resentful envy.  Though she was puffing and blowing at the exertion,  the venomous redhead pounded away at the weakened Supergran without restraint or mercy.

Unrestrained by the rules of good sportsmanship, Leticia buried her fist in Supergran's meaty left breast.

When Supergran protested the nasty attack on her stately bosom, Leticia laughingly smacked her other breast, ninety degrees to the side.  Then twisting around, she grabbed Supergran's left breast over her left shoulder and tried to judo flip the busty superheroine with her own boob.

Actually, the only thing Leticia knew about judo, was what she learned in one free, introductory lesson.  After that, you had to pay for the lessons, and the frugal Leticia had balked at that.  Nevertheless, although she didn't succeed in flipping Supergran, she did cause her considerable discomfort by slinging her halfway across the living room, with the painful maneuver.

As Supergran staggered on shaky legs, moaning at the pain in her beautiful breast, Leticia dove forward with a head butt that nailed the stately heroine squared in the bread basket.

When Supergran stumbled backward, Leticia gleefully hit her, with a one-two combination in her lower belly.  Though superbly muscled, after that head butt, on top of all the other damage to her svelte midsection, the punches sank deep into Supergran's aching tummy.

The nasty, giggling children peeking through the window, eagerly watched their equally nasty mother, batter and kick the venerable superheroine back and forth across the living room.  Even through the closed window, they heard Supergran's groans and loud cries of pain.

"Boy! Mom's really giving it to her!"  Billy crowed proudly to his sister.

After the heartless relentless barrage, Supergran wobbled unsteadily, almost out on her feet.  Leticia paused, to take careful aim, and followed through with a powerful right uppercut that blasted Supergran on the chin, finally knocking the stately superheroine completely off her feet.

Supergran fell backward on Leticia's prized, mahogany coffee table. Leticia held her breath, as Supergran's heavy muscular body crashed down on the table.  Though it creaked and groaned, the table didn't splinter into shreds as the redhead feared.  She let out a sigh of relief.  Then, as Supergran tried to roll toward safety, Leticia nailed her between the legs, with a deadly right that nearly paralyzed the enfeebled superheroine.

As Supergran writhed in agony from the foul blow, Leticia smashed her fist down into her sore aching abdomen.  Ridged with muscle, Supergran's belly was by now so badly battered, that it offered no protection to the injured heroine.

Knowing she must get away from the crippling attack, Supergran desperately rolled off the table, as Leticia laughed at her vain hope of escape.

Leticia was right!  Just getting off the table, used up Supergran's last reserves of resistance. Once off the table, she slumped helplessly to her knees.  Leticia grabbed  a handful of Supergran's uniform tunic, and cocked her fist.

Her head reeling, and her stomach churning in agony, Supergran looked anxiously at that threatening fist. Her aching belly knotted in fear. It seemed those hard stony fists had pounded every inch of her splendid body to jelly.     She'd never lost a fight in all her long career, but she knew Leticia had beaten her.

How could it be?  Finally defeated, not by some criminal master mind, some arch villain with super strength, but by a fat middle-aged housewife.  Fat housewife or not, Supergran knew she couldn't take any more of Leticia's brutality.  Truthfully, the gallant superheroine was sacred nearly out of her wits. Supergran croaked out a plea for quarter.

When Supergran gurgled her surrender, Leticia stuck out her chest in triumph.  Now for the winner's reward!  She grabbed the mature heroine and ruthlessly dragged her toward her bedroom.

All that brutal punishment to her bosom and svelte middle had taken its toll. As Leticia dragged her along, Supergran became violently ill.  She gasped out a plea.

Characteristically, the callous Leticia exhibited no sympathy for the heroine's distress.  Ignoring the anguished whimpers of misery, Leticia twisted Supergran's arm behind her back in a hammer lock, and shoved her through the doorway.

Supergran fell on her hands and knees, gagging and retching. She finally thankfully got herself under control, avoiding vomiting by the slightest of margins.

When Supergran did finally swallow her nausea, Leticia chortled.  "Now, what did you come over here for?  Something about a spanking, wasn't it?  I kind of like that idea!"

Supergran's face, already pale as death, blanched at the thought.  The idea of Leticia spanking America's most distinguished grande dame of superheroines was a shocking turn of events!   Like her unfortunate daughter before her, Supergran forlornly wished with all her heart, she never met the vicious Leticia.

Supergran indignantly protested Leticia's threat, but knowing she was helpless to resist, her voice trembled anxiously. From her dressing table, Leticia picked up her hairbrush, heavy, stiff and thoroughly intimidating looking.  Supergran's eyes grew big with fear at the sight of it, as Leticia grabbed her arm, and tugged her toward the corner.

Even while Supergran continued to protest, Leticia sat down on a small hassock, and pulled the venerable crimefighter's large, majestic form across her fat thighs.  Supergran tried to resist, but Leticia's fearful beating, had left her weak as a small child.  She shrieked in outrage, when Leticia pulled her panties down around her thighs, exposing her very large, but very shapely and firm behind to the redhead's gloating eyes.

When the evil Leticia bared her bottom, Supergran became frantic.  She kicked and wriggled like a mad woman.  Supergran's mad struggles only amused Leticia, who grabbed the fingers of her left hand and twisted her whole arm high up on her back, immobilizing the huge, silver-haired woman.

Now, Leticia was ready!  At the fist smack, Supergran squealed in shock.  Physical injury was bad enough to a normally invulnerable superheroine, but the smarting degrading pain of a spanking was intolerable.

Ignoring her victim's blood curdling cries of pain and indignation, Leticia gleefully went about tenderizing Supergran's delectable rump roast   As the mortifying spanking relentlessly continued, the raw smarting pain brought tears to Supergran's eyes. The tears soon overflowed her eyes and ran  copiously down her face.  As Leticia roasted  her gorgeous bottom cheeks to blazing scarlet, Supergran succumbed to the frightful humiliation and equally frightful pain. Gradually she stopped kicking and struggling.  Her loud squeals and shrieks died away to soft, heartbroken sobs.  Finally the World's most venerated Superheroine dangled limply across Leticia's ample lap, weeping, brokenly.

At long last, Leticia paused, and laid aside the brutal hairbrush. She poked and prodded Supergran's blazing behind, pondering whether she'd done enough damage to it, for now.