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Hal Jordan was doing nothing much in particular. It was a lazy sort of day, sitting on the couch watching reruns of a sitcom that was first syndicated in the 80s while eating slightly stale cheese doodles. It was really impossibly boring yet he had nothing better to do.So he was a bit relieved when he got a league encrypted phonecall from his bestest pal barry.
“I’ve got a big problem, Giant actually” Barry said from the other side of the line. “Giganta is trashing Central City, and i have no idea how to stop her.”
"Giganta?" Hal asked, a spark of his usual cocky enthusiasm finally cutting through the fog of his boredom. He tossed the bag of cheese doodles onto the coffee table. "Well, that’s definitely better than sitting around watching TV and letting my brain turn into mush. I’m on my way. Just try not to let her step on anyone before I arrive."
Hal arrived in Central City to see half the skyline already obscured by plumes of smoke and dust, the cityscape looked more like a disaster movie set than a major industrial hub. High-rise buildings bore jagged scars where massive fists had connected with the glass and steel, and the rhythmic, booming thuds of Giganta's footsteps echoed like thunder between the concrete canyons.
“Jeez, and I thought Guy Gardner was the redhead with the worst anger issues,” Hal quipped, his ring glowing with a steady emerald light as he hovered above the devastation. He began scanning the debris-strewn streets below, searching for the familiar streak of crimson that would signal Barry's location amidst the chaos. Once barry was spotted hal flew down to him.
“We need to lead her out of town” barry said looking like he was already running on fumes.
He reached through the broken glass of a convenience store scooping up a bag of animal crackers and scarfing them down followed in short order by whatever else was within hands grasp.In Central City, the citizens had long ago come to a silent, collective understanding regarding their local hero. It was more or less an accepted fact that during a metahuman battle, any and all food that could be quickly consumed by the speedster was essentially up for grabs should he be close to it and hungry. Shopkeepers often left slightly damaged boxes of energy bars or day-old pastries near the windows, knowing that a well-fed Flash was a more effective Flash.
Hal nodded at Barry before taking back towards the sky looking for Giganta. She was pretty hard to miss what with being 600 feet tall. He spotted her near the watertower.
“Yo’ Gigi! Can I call you Gigi?" Hal asked flying close to Giganta's head to try to engage her in a conversation and maybe talk her down from whatever exactly she was trying to do.
Giganta just growled swatting at him like he was a mayfly. Hal flew deftly out of her range.
“Hey! I’m trying to have a civilized conversation here! Why are you trashing the city?” Hal asked
“None of your business lantern!” giganta spat back, chucking a dumpster at him.
Hal just barely dodged the dumpster, feeling the rush of air as it whistled past his head and crashed headlong into the side of a massive neon billboard, shattering the display into a thousand flickering shards.
“Alright then, let's do this the hard way,” he said, his jaw tightening as the emerald glow of his ring intensified, bathing the surrounding wreckage in a brilliant, steady light.
Hal utilized his power ring to become a persistent nuisance, buzzing around Giganta's massive head like an emerald hornet to seize her undivided attention. Every time she attempted to turn back toward the skyscrapers of Central City, he bombarded her with light constructs to focus solely on him. Taunting her with every dodge, Hal began a strategic retreat, luring the enraged giantess through the outskirts of the metropolitan area. He danced just out of reach of her colossal hands, leading her further away from the vulnerable civilian population and toward the rugged terrain of a nearby cliffside.
Barry followed on the ground, a blurring streak of crimson that wove through the chaotic labyrinth of debris and panicked onlookers. His primary focus was no longer the giantess herself, but the countless lives caught in her warpath. He worked with frantic precision, scooping up stray dogs and frightened civilians out of the way of Giganta's thunderous footfalls. Every time one of her colossal heels threatened to come down on a occupied car or a forgotten storefront, Barry was there in a flash, clearing the danger zone with milliseconds to spare.
Upon reaching the precipice of the jagged cliffside, Hal focused his full willpower into his ring. With a sharp, sweeping motion of his arm, he manifested a series of glowing rope constructs. Thick, luminous jade coils that hissed through the air lashing out to ensnare Giganta's flailing limbs. The constructs snaked themselves tightly around the giantess, the sheer force of Hal’s Will pulling her forward until her massive frame was bent across the rugged face of the cliff with her ass high in the air and her skirt flipped out of the way. She want wearing panties so the entire lower half of her body was utterly exposed to both the nearby speedster and whatever news crews had been brave enough to follow her retreat from the city.
When he spotted her bound form Barry skidded to a halt and smirked as he leaned against a rock. “Well you know what they say about central city” he said to nobody in particular "You come for a visit, but you stay for the view.”
“Give it up Giganta” Hal said as he flew closer to her “You wont escape those bindings, now you be a good girl and turn back to your normal size or papa hal is gonna have to give you a good hard spanking”
“Buzz off you green headed gnat!” Giganta snarled. Struggling against the restraints. “You can’t do this to me! I will grind you beneath my heel like a roach!”
Hal tsk’d and summoned the construct of a large leather belt which cracked across Giganta's ass causing her to lurch forward somewhat and let out a yelp. She pulled more desperately on the restraints but it was to no avail. The belt landed again with an even louder snap causing giganta to gasp and kick her feet. Hal landed a third stripe this one catching the undercurve where her buttocks met her thighs. Giganta yelped and kicked and struggled as the strapping continued. Each new strike falling over the ghost impact of the last as hal set a methodical pace.
Giganta felt tears stinging at her eyes. She didn't want to give Hal the satisfaction of hearing her beg or making her shrink but the spanks were falling hot and heavy and hard, heating the soft skin of her ass as the biting strikes of the leather against her skin built into a flaming inferno. She let out a guttural whine and struggled desperately against the cliffside trying to gain any sort of leverage to escape her current predicament, but it quickly became clear that there was none to be found
Meanwhile from the ground barry watched the scene unfold, snacking on some beef jerky and granola bars one of the passing news helicopters had lowered to him, He leaned back against a boulder, watching his best friend paint Giganta’s large round ass a dark striped red while he mused about whether he could somehow work a joke about a "harvest moon" into his heroic comebacks once they finally had Giganta fully subdued and back to a more manageable size. Though a few of the strikes were sharp enough even from where he stood that he sucked in a breath and winced, feeling a slight phantom pain radiating through his own nerves.
By now Giganta was writhing against the strikes. Each feeling sharper then the last and building into a truly agonizing heat. With a final, shuddering breath Giganta finally gave in. The air around her humming as she shed hundreds of feet in seconds. She sank down the face of the cliffside, her form contracting until she reached her natural 6'6" height. A stature that remained imposingly tall by any human standard, yet was far more manageable for the two heroes to contain. As the glow of her transformation faded, she slumped against the jagged rock, her breathing ragged and her skin still radiating the heat from the encounter. Finally released from the ropes she reached back and began rubbing her stinging skin.
Hal descended from the air before gripping Giganta firmly by the tricep, her breathing still heavy and her pride clearly wounded as he marched her toward the boulder where Barry sat. The Flash had finished his snacks and was now repositioning himself, clearing his lap with a deliberate, slow movement that made It clear that the speedster was,intent upon giving her a thorough round two across his knee to ensure the lesson stuck.
"Alright, you had your turn, Lantern now hand her over." Barry said, his voice carrying a playful yet firm edge as he patted his thigh.
Giganta glared at the speedster, her face flushed with indignation, but with Hal standing over her, she found herself forced toward the awaiting lap. Hal offered a mock-sympathetic shrug as he handed her over, watching as Barry positioned her over his knee. The speedster slowly removed his glove before rubbing his hand across the scorched assflesh of former giant, giving it a patronizing pat.
“The green lantern was very thorough wasn’t he?” Barry mused his tone just mocking enough to be obnoxious. “Were you throwing a tantrum, Doris? Or was there an actual reason as to why you were destroying my city like a bratty toddler?”
He landed a single solid swat. A Punctuation to his Query that promised a worse spanking if she didn't sing.
“Lex Luthor… wanted to build a new headquarters of a shadow corporation where the children’s museum is but the city wouldn’t sell.” She admitted “He payed me to destroy the whole district figuring that if the children's museum was leveled they would have no choice but to sell him the land for his headquarters once his shadow company offered to pay for it to be built elsewhere”
“Seriously Luthor?” Hal asked. “Isn’t that son of a bitch in jail? I could have sworn Superman personally dropped him into a maximum-security cell in Stryker’s Island just last month.”
“Jail’s never stopped him before” Giganta muttered, her voice muffled against Barry’s thigh. She winced as the heat from Hal’s earlier belt-construct strikes continued to throb against her skin.
“Yeah but Lex Corp was seized from him this time,” Barry added, his brow furrowing as he mentally cross-referenced the morning’s headlines with the chaos currently unfolding. “The government froze every asset tied to the LexCorp umbrella and handed it over to lucious fox for ‘restructuring.’ Lex shouldn't have two nickels to rub together, let alone enough capital to hire a high-tier mercenary like you.”
“A guy like lex is never truly out of funds.” Giganta replied with a shrug. “He’s been operating through about a dozen shell companies and ‘charitable’ foundations. This whole thing was supposed to look like a random meta-human rampage. No fingerprints, no paper trail, just a lot of rubble and a very convenient real estate offer.”
Barry shook his head, his hand poised over her reddened backside. “Typical Lex. Using a sledgehammer when a scalpel won't work. But he forgot one thing I don't take kindly to people breaking things in my city!” He delivered a sharp, stinging slap that drew another sharp yelp from the former giantess. “Now, tell us where the payment was being routed. If we’re going to close off his remaining assets, we need more than just the word of a disgruntled contractor,” Barry stated, his hand coming down in a firm, rhythmic series of swats that punctuated his demand. “Lex is a master of hiding behind layers of bureaucracy. If we want the Justice League to seize those shell companies, we need hard data, Doris. Account numbers, routing codes, the name of the middleman who handed you the contract.”
Giganta shifted uncomfortably over his knee, her breath hitching as the warmth of the spanking merged with the lingering ache from Hal’s constructs.
“He paid cash. Upfront. And He’s gotten so desperate that he’s using The Joker as his middleman. Or at least one of them. That maniac met me in an abandoned amusement park outside of Gotham just to hand over a duffel bag full of non-sequential bills. He spent half the time laughing about how 'remodeling' Central City was going to be the punchline of the century.”
“So Lex is moving in to set up his shadow corporation in my city…” Barry mused, the hand that had been delivering rhythmic swats to Giganta's reddened backside slowing to a thoughtful rest. He adjusted his grip on the former giantess, ensuring she remained firmly pinned across his lap.
Hal hovered a few feet off the ground. "It's a classic move," he agreed, "Giganta levels the landmarks to drive down property values, the shadow company swoops in as the 'savior' to buy the land and rebuild, and Luthor gets a foothold right in the Heart of Central City. All while he's supposed to be rotting in a cell."
Barry resumed the spanking causing Giganta to groan in pain."He promised... he promised it was just one job," she stammered, her voice trembling as the sting of the previous strikes continued to radiate through her lower half. "He said the League was too busy to notice a local property dispute."
Barry delivered a particularly hard swat "Well, consider this your formal notice that the League is very much paying attention, Doris. And as for Lex? If he thinks he can turn my home into a playground for his shell companies, he's going to find out exactly how fast I can be."
Barry punctuated his statement by landing a series of inhumanly fast swats across Doris’ rear. The blur of his hand was invisible to the naked eye, unleashing a rhythmic staccato of impacts that sounded almost like the sustained roar of an engine. Each strike was precision-engineered to sting without causing permanent damage. Giganta’s body jerked in his lap as her skin turned from a mottled rose to a deep, angry crimson under the relentless barrage of his hand. She tried to twist away, her powerful muscles coiling in a desperate attempt to buck him off, but the fight against Hal’s earlier constructs had left her physically drained. So instead she went limp across his knee submitting to the spanking through choked sobs.
As the barrage finally began to slow Barry leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her flushed skin. “That was for thinking you could get away with wrecking my city.” he murmured, his voice dropping the playful facade for a moment to reveal the genuine anger he felt for whenever his home city was under siege. He delivered one final, resounding crack. Giganta slumped forward, her forehead coming to rest on the dirt at the base of the boulder. She no longer felt like an unstoppable giant. She felt like a bratty little girl left trembling, defeated, and thoroughly disciplined over the knee of a speedster on the outskirts of Central city.