Jason wrote me another fantastic fic! XD His message to all: "I really like the relationship between these two, it's very sweet, if a little sad at times.
Enjoy, my spanko friends! ^_^"

Kara and Owen both laughed, absorbed in conversation as they sat in a booth in McBailey's bar and grill. Owen felt more than saw a shadow pass over thier table from over his shoulder. Kara stopped talking mid-sentence and Owen glanced ahead to see the blood drain from her face as her wide eyes stared past him. She managed a weak smile.

''Erm.. hello cousin...''

Owen's blood ran cold. He had been going out and having fun with Kara for some time now, but never had Superman bothered to call and check up on her, never mind come in person... Owen turned slowly to regard Superman, trying his best to erase the trapped nervousness from his face as he did so.

''Uh, hello there, big guy. You want to join us?''

Superman did not respond, simply staring at Owen as the young man felt sweat bead on his forehead. The way Clark's brow was drawn down did not bode well for his opinion of them being in the bar together, and he leveled that steely gaze on Kara next as he walked around the table, ignoring Owen completely.

''Get up, we're leaving.''

Kara's nervousness dispelled and was replaced by a look of outrage as she glared back at Superman.

''Who do you think you are waltzing in here giving me orders, your not my father, and even if you were, I'm old enough to make my own decisions, thank you very much.''

Clark reached a hand down, pointing at Kara'a half-finished beer.

''What you are is under-aged, and so is he for that matter. Though he should perhaps know better.''

Superman turned his glare back to Owen and the younger man scratched the back of his head as he stared at the table in front of them. This only seemed to add to Kara's wrath though.

''Oh, so I don't know any better? Who are you to make that call? Get with the times, cousin, everyone has a fake I.D. at our age, it's practically expected.''

Superman's brow shot up.

''Fake I.D.s? I'm not telling you what's right and wrong, you know that already. You've broken the law, and...''

Superman pointed a finger at Owen, who cringed back into his booth.

''You are dating a girl who is way too young.''

Kara stood up and slammed her hands into their table a little too hard, cracking the surface.

''I am not too young! I only look sixteen! Besides, we have never done anything, even though we have shared the same apartment for a while now!''

Superman whirled on Owen, who had been making panicked hand gestures for Kara to shut up, and Owen froze, giving Clark a terrified smile.

''I-It's not what you think...''

Superman stabbed a pointing finger at Owen and he cringed back further.

''What exactly am I supposed to think it is, then? That my sixteen year old cousin is not sharing room with a twenty year old lech who brings her to bars with a fake I.D., and talks dirty with her for hours on end?''

Kara gasped and Owen looked truly afraid now.

''You were listening in on us?''

Kara stomped her foot into the ground, shaking the building and sending the few patrons who had stayed to watch fleeing. Her fists balled at her sides as she leaned forward to yell at Clark.

''How dare you!? You ARE ... NOT... MY... FATHER!''

Superman regarded her quietly and the anger began to slip off of Kara's face as she saw his expression change. The manner he looked at her began to scare her and she tried to switch tracks as a look of worry crossed her features.

''I mean, I'm older than I look, and I don't...''

Superman bolted forward faster than Owen could track and the next thing his stunned eyes registered was that Clark had snatched Kara up around the waist and was seating himself in the booth with her across his lap, her upper torso resting on the booth as her stunned widened eyes tried to comprehend what was happening.

''What are...?''

Owen gasped as Clark pulled Kara's short skirt up a bit and slammed his hand down across a cheek that only had a thin pair of panties for protection. Kara started forward in surprise and pain, jumping again when Superman slapped her again with his open hand.

Owen couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought Clark was old-fashioned, but would never have thought he would actually SPANK Kara. I mean, she's sixteen, for crying out loud. Tears of anger began to show in Kara's eyes as full realization that he was spanking her set hold. She clenched her hands into fists as she yelled angrily at her cousin.

''Wait! You can't do this! You're embarrassing me!''

Superman ignored her and continued to slap her ass, which was already beginning to redden where flesh was visible around her panties. The nearby table shook with the impact, as quite a bit of force was needed for Kara to feel it. She squalled out as his hand came down, surprised by the pain.

''If you were old enough you wouldn't keep telling me things that convince me that you are still a child. I'm not your father, and I realize you miss your real dad, but just because he's gone doesn't mean you get to do anything you want.''

Kara had never felt anything like this before. After all, she was normally impervious to harm, and pain was a new and scary feeling for her. She pulled at the wooden bench they sat on, ripping a few boards up but realizing immediately that she would destroy their surroundings long before Clark's grip on her budged. This sent a wave of panic through her mind as she yelped with another painful swat.

The tears of anger mingled with tears of pain both physical and emotional as Kara's breath hitched. She had been about to yell at him again but his words cut to the quick, and twin rivers of anguish ran down her eyes as she sobbed in misery, her body bucking forward with each slap, her hands cracking the booth they sat on as she clutched it. She wanted to tell him a thousand things all at once, she wanted to tell him off, to hold onto her anger, but she wasn't able to do that with Clark, not against the honesty he represented, so she choked up and said nothing as he continued to spank her.

Owen saw her begin to cry and he finally stood, his uncertainty of how to react broken when he saw her pain, finding himself suddenly angry.

''You self-righteous jerk! Your hurting her! And over what? Your out-dated views on what is socially acceptable. You don't know...'''

Owen trailed off, gulping as Clark leveled that angry glare on him once more, a dark look in his eyes that scared Owen on levels life on the streets had not entirely prepared him for. After all, the average street punk didn't share such zealous commitment.

''You are next.''

Owen sat back down on shaky legs, unsure of what to do next. He suddenly felt very silly for trying to tell Superman anything about what was right or wrong. He felt he had really messed up now, getting both of them into trouble he couldn't really save them from. He wondered how long he was going to spend in jail for this, but mostly he kneaded his hands miserably as he watched Kara cry out in pain, each yell adding to his growing sense of guilt.

Kara couldn't believe Clark was doing this. He was her cousin, but they still hardly knew each other. That he and Owen could see most of her ass around her thin panties made her flush in embarrassment. She noticed her cheeks actually hurt more with each swat and her heart picked up fearful speed as she wondered how much this could end up hurting. She used this to fuel her anger as best she could through the rising pain.

''I didn't ask for you to play daddy to me! I don't need your moral compass! Nothing was going to happen, it was just harmless fun!''

Kara winced as it seemed Clark had increased the power of his swats. She was already unused to this feeling and it soon sent her over the edge. She screamed as she squirmed and dug tracks with her fingers through the wooden bench. Superman sighed and shook his head.

''You don't really believe that. I am perhaps the only person that can bring you to task, and the only family you have, so your going to have to deal with it. Besides, you can't honestly tell me that teasing Owen like this is right, can you?''

Owen's eyebrows shot up as he heard this, and he opened his mouth to speak just before Kara yelled at him.

''Shut-up!''

Owen closed his mouth again and averted him eyes from her tearful look, pretending there was something incredibly interesting across the room to look at.

Kara silently thanked Owen for not looking directly at her humiliating spanking. She wanted to stay angry but she couldn't. Clark had always had a good sense of right and wrong, it was one of the reasons she had always looked up to him. It was why her costume had his S emblem on it. He had given a frightened and confused girl a sense of direction in an alien world, and a sense of family when all had seemed lost.

The pain was too great now to think about much of anything else, and she cried out pitifully at the alien sensation as she clenched her eyes shut and arched her back, occasionally kicking with her legs and gripping the bench with her hands until the wood splintered. When she glanced back over her shoulder she saw that the flesh that was visible was practically glowing red from the impact, and she flushed again as she glanced over to Owen, who was still studiously studying a chair across from them, a look of concern nonetheless etched on his face.

Kara leaned her head forward, resigning herself to the discipline as she went limp in Clark's arms, her body occasionally spasming in pain as she marveled at the involuntary kicking and clenching she could not stop.

Clark stopped swatting Kara suddenly, gently setting the sobbing girl into the booth as he pulled her skirt back down, covering her up as best he could and shaking his head at how little flesh it actually covered. He stood and wordlessly approached Owen as she sat up in her booth, wiping tears from her face and wincing in pain as she slowly put pressure on her tender ass. Owen raised his hands up as Superman drew close.

''Whoa, buddy, if your gonna punch me, please reconsider, I can't take a fraction what she...hey... wait...no!''

Owen's eyes bugged as Superman lifted him as he had Kara, sitting in Owen's booth as he set the young man over his knee, pulling his pants down with one hand as Owen dangled into the aisle, flailing his arms around in a panic.

Kara gasped at this. She had not thought Clark would actually spank Owen, and her eyes widened in surprise to see Owen's exposed ass.

Superman laid a strong slap on Owen, pulling back enough not to break anything but being sure the human would feel enough to sincerely regret his position. Owen cried out long and hard at the incredible sting of it and Clark slapped one cheek several times consecutively, then switched to do the same to the other side, so as to increase the tenderness of the spanking without allowing Owen to grow used to the sting.

Owen flushed at the look on Kara's face and he strained as he bent his head back to glare at Superman.

''Hey, man, I'm not some little kid to be treated this way! I don't need this shit! I take what I said back, I'd rather you just punched me!''

Owen gritted his teeth as he swayed to the rhythm of the swift punishment, his arms scrabbling uselessly at anything he could grab, part of his brain screaming to him that there was no point, even if he had purchase, he couldn't get free from Superman. He yelped out with each swat and cringed at how hopelessly pathetic such hollering must sound in front of Kara, but he couldn't quiet down if he wanted to, it stung too much. He felt ashamed and wished Superman would stop.

''O-okay! I get the point! You think I was acting like a kid, 'nuff said! Please let me down now?''

Superman ignored him and his heart sank as he watched that determined look on the Kryptonian's face as the hand kept coming down. His ass became more sensitive with each swat, and his eyes widened with the realization that Clark was just getting started.

Kara watched with wide eyes, one hand over her mouth as she saw what Clark had just done to her. Part of her wanted to jump up as Owen had done and demand he stop, but she had seen where this had gotten Owen... and she certainly didn't wish to end up over her cousin's knee again. The thought of it rooted her in place.

Minutes passed with Owen writhing and twisting about in Clark's grip as he was spanked, and he began to realize that his punishment far outweighed what Clark had done to Kara. His throat was strained from yelling himself hoarse and he started twisting himself left and right at the hips, trying to avoid that unbearably painful hand. He could not, Superman was unerring, and continued to strike despite his futile efforts. If anything, he only ended up increasing the pain, as Clark's hand would sometimes find the soft under-curve of his ass as he struggled. He felt he couldn't take any more, and as much as it hurt his pride to beg, he felt he had to plea for mercy.

''P-please! Enough! I can't take anymore!''

Owen craned his head to look over his own shoulder, seeing Superman shaking his head at him, and his heart sank as his cheeks clenched, waiting for that hand to come down again.

''You should have thought of that before you took my cousin to a bar like this. Your the older one, you have to set the example, so its primarily your task to be responsible here.''

The hand came down and Owen yelped, arching his back as he squinted his eyes in pain. His hands shot back reflexively to cover his ass, but Superman swept them aside, holding them aloft with one hand while the other continued to punish Owen's bright red cheeks. Those cheeks quivered now with the effort of withstanding that punishment. If anything the rhythm sped up as he continued, though it still felt as if a lifetime stood between each swat.

As he went about smacking Owen's ass, Superman shifted the younger man so that his torso rested on the bench. This made him more comfortable, which was somehow worse, as now the only focus for his discomfort was the pains being administered to his ass. Owen's movements became more frantic as he approached and then passed his pain threshold, his screams taking on a high pitch. His arms strained in Clark's grip, fingers closing and opening as his legs kicked out erratically, sometimes going rigid to the floor as he received a particularly painful swat.

Superman braced himself against the young man's suffering, doing his best to think about the confused young girl sitting across from them. There was no room to pity Owen right now, so he kept swatting the younger man, Owen's cheeks taking on a bright red shine. Occasionally he caught the upper leg as Owen convulsed, and Owen's whole body would go rigid as he yelped in agony.

Owen had once been tortured, but somehow this sustained punishment was in a way worse.

Owen knew he had messed up, and the pain in his ass only seemed to amplify his guilt, bringing his reluctant heart to task. He wailed and hollered as tears of pain fled his eyes, and he twisted around for a bit with the fresh pain before his body could reflect his resignation, going limp in Superman's grip, save an occasional twitch to the continued slaps. He squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth as his back would arch involuntarily to particularly painful swats, and he actually felt the muscles in his back growing tired from this exertion.

Owen looked back tearfully to see Superman was quietly measuring him. Likely judging exactly how hard he could be struck without causing him permanent damage. Just Owen's luck that he would be spanked by someone with super human strength. For whatever reason, he trusted Superman would not really harm him, but this offered no comfort, since he also felt that Clark was going to push his boundaries as much as was possible with that powerful hand of his.

Superman surprised Owen by suddenly speaking even as he continued to deliver slaps to his tender backside.

''Okay, Owen. Now that we have come this far, I think I'm going to let you say what you will before we finish.''

Owen gathered himself as much as he could, sniffling against tears of pain that had begun to spring from his eyes before responding.

''I-I know. S-she's jail-bait. I never really thought to do anything. I shouldn't have done this... I'm sorry...''

Superman nodded and paused in his slaps, Owen relaxing slightly as he breathed a sigh of relief, hoping with ever fiber of his being that the spanking was over.

''I'm going to give you... twenty-five more. Yes, that should do the trick. Think on why we are doing this as you take them, alright?''

Owen cringed at the number and bit his lip but didn't offer protest. After everything his ass had been through, he didn't feel like he could take that many, but he clung to the notion that they would be over with this soon. He nodded tearfully and Superman laid the first slap on him without pause, Owen feeling like he could never be ready for the pain as he bucked. He cried out with the second strike and his mind screamed to him that he would never make it to twenty-five. Knowing the number had somehow made it worse, he thought.

By the tenth slap Owen was once more writhing around in Clark's grip, screaming loudly as his body shuddered with the pain of the spanking. His hips once again twisted this way and that, even though he only wished to stay still so that Clark would not strike his legs, he just couldn't keep himself from trying to move his welted ass away from the source of his pain.

Once they approached twenty, his mind almost felt numb with the pain of it, and he could find no solace in being nearly done, he could only dread the next swat. His voice grew ragged with the effort of continually screaming. His quivering ass still clenched reflexively, despite the fact that he wished it wouldn't.

Superman stopped slapping Owen once they reached twenty-five, gently pulling his pants back up as Owen winced. Owen lay there collecting himself a moment more and wiped tears from his face before standing shakily. Clark looked from one to the other, both of them looking hard at the floor. Clark looked to Owen.

''You are going to hand me those fake I.D.s and think long and hard about making decisions that better reflect your age. You are not to take my cousin to a bar again, or next time I'll spank you AND drop you off at the local jail.''

Owen looked across and saw a miserable look on Kara's face that matched his own, and he looked down again. Superman set a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see a small smile on Clark's face.

''Hold up there, I didn't say you couldn't stay with her anymore, after all, she won't be sixteen forever.''

Owen nodded, too choked up to reply, and Kara stepped over to Clark quickly, giving him a silent hug. Owen handed their fake I.D.s to Clark, who tossed them into a nearby trash can.

Superman smiled at each in turn.

''Your both good kids, I know you'll do the right thing.''

With that, he turned and left, leaving the young man and woman to look around sheepishly at the few faces that had returned to see what had happened. Owen scratched the back of his neck, smiling crookedly.

''Well... I suppose there is no salvaging this evening... I'm sorry for dragging you into this.''

Kara smiled at him with her head tilted to one side, her arms behind her back as she kicked one foot softly with the other.

''I could have said no... I wanted to be with you... are you still hungry?''

Owen smiled widely at her.

''Am I ever!''

Kara smiled back, her face lighting up.

''Good! Let's eat!''

Owen surveyed the bar quickly, trying not to make eye contact with the other patrons.

''Okay... just not here...''