Unpleasant Encounter in the Park

Roaring out loud with her chopper's engine, Gertie pulled up to the entrance to the park. She loved to get out into great outdoors from time to time to get some fresh air and listen to the silence. But she loved no less to put her faithful chopper through its paces, riding it into the “wild” terrain. Of course, it won't stand a real off-road driving. And Gertie knew that. But the dirt roads, meant only for pedestrians, were not a problem for it. And so Gertie, ignoring the sign prohibiting entry into the park by car or motorcycle, confidently drove forward.

Gertie drove slowly, looking around again and again and taking her eyes off the road. She didn't really understand where the fox terrier suddenly jumped out from. The dog began barking desperately at her motorcycle, throwing itself under the wheels. Gertie slammed on her brakes. The dog jumped around, continuing to bark.

"You, stupid animal! Go away!" Gertie screamed at it. "Go! Go! Get the fuck off!" she tried to kick the fox terrier, but it jumped back, continue barking.

"Gertrude! What do you think you are doing?!" Gertie suddenly heard a familiar voice. She slowly turned around, changing her countenance. A very angry Miss Dobbins appeared from behind the trees. "Gertrude, what is this?" she gave the girl a very displeased look.

"What do you mean?" Gertie snapped, "Miss Dobbins, this is not a classroom, and I'm not at your lecture! It's my business how and where I'm spending my day off!" she wanted to get on the motorcycle, but the teacher's hand suddenly squeezed her ear tightly. Gertie moaned in pain.

"Not only did you almost knock down Toto, but you also dared to offend him." Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Not to mention that you drove your jalopy into the park, ignoring the forbiddance. Gertrude, for such behavior, even outside of study hours, you could get into very serious trouble at college."

Gertie wanted to grab Miss Dobbin's hand, but she didn't dare. Fear flashed in her blue eyes. Even while she wanted to be seen as a reckless biker chick who could handle any trouble and who could handle anything, she was not at all keen on getting into trouble with the college administration.

"I think I need to teach you a good lesson right here and now, Gertrude." said Miss Dobbins sternly, and led Gertie by the ear to a dry log nearby.

Gertie was afraid to argue with Miss Dobbins, and so within a couple of minutes she was lying across the teacher's lap, and her tightly jeans-clad bottom was being firmly spanked by the teacher's hand. Miss Dobbins had a really heavy hand, so even such a spanking was quite painful. But of course not as painful as a brushing she received from Miss Dobbins few days ago.

"Remember, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins spoke, emphasizing each word with a resounding slap, "Rules are there to be followed. You scared the birds and animals with your jalopy, damaged the road, and almost ran over Toto. Aren't you ashamed?" she maid a pause, giving the girl some time to answer, continuing spanking her.

"I am!" Gertie moaned quickly. "I am ashamed!" She was already hoping that she had gotten off easy, and would get off with spanking that was not so much painful as humiliating.

Suddenly Miss Dobbins stopped the spanking and pushed Gertie from her knees.

"It seems to me that you can't get through a scoundrel like you with just a hand spanking, and especially through your pants." she said, looking around, and plucked a dry but flexible branch from a bush. "Take off your jeans, Gertrude. Now we will start a serious talk!"

"Maybe that is not that necessary?" Gertie asked carefully.

"It is very necessary!" Miss Dobbins responded.

Blushing and sobbing with shame, Gertie slowly took off her boots and then her jeans. Miss Dobbins noticed with satisfaction that even after the spanking through the thick material, Gertie's buttocks were noticeably pink.

Right after Gertie dropped her pants and boots near her motorcycle, Miss Dobbins forced her to bend over, grabbing her knees. The teacher looked thoughtfully at the girl's plump bottom, tightly covered by camouflage panties.

"No. These also are going down!" she said before pulling Gertie's panties to her knees. Gertie sobbed. Miss Dobbins shook her head. "Try to remember, Gertrude - rules are meant to be followed!" the switch swished through the air and hit Gertie hard across her buttocks, causing her to yelp in pain. Miss Dobbins, without giving her much time to recover, began to whip her behind, which almost immediately caused Gertie to begin shifting from one foot to the other and even jumping up and down, howling and whining with pain. And her squeals and oohs were drowned out by the calm and stern voice of Miss Dobbins, repeating the same thing that she had already said to her while spanking her over her pants. But being underlined by a switch these words sounded much more convincing.

When the spanking was finally over, more than anything in the world Gertie wanted to dive into the lake to cool her sore bottom, striped by a switch, off even a little bit. She jumped around up and down, weeping in pain bitterly, rubbing her burning bottom, trying to make the terrible pain feel easy even a little bit. Finally, she managed to pull herself together and, under the stern and slightly mocking gaze of Miss Dobbins, with great difficulty pulled her panties and tight jeans over her red-striped buttocks. After a few more minutes of sobbing and rubbing her bottom, Gertie decided to get on the motorcycle, but Miss Dobbins' hand fell sternly on her shoulder.

"Do you want to get another spanking already, Gertrude? Just ask, and I'll be happy to oblige. Did you forgot, why you was punished?" the teacher asked sternly.

Crying with pain and shame, Gertie nodded to Miss Dobbins and, taking the handlebars of the motorcycle, dejectedly rolled it towards the exit of the park, not daring to turn around. And behind her back, Toto was barking furiously.

Treason doth never prosper

Miss Margaret Dobbins entered the classroom and gave the students a strict and a careful look. This was her first lesson with this group, and over the years of teaching she had learned that there is no second chance to make a first impression, so she wanted to immediately notice those who would need to be watched closely. And she immediately noticed a tall buxom blonde, who's leather waistcoat and denim mini-skirt were clearly standing out from other student's outfits. And that's not even mentioning her downright provocative hairstyle. Miss Dobbins frowned slightly and ran her eyes down the list of students before taking roll call.Having thus become acquainted with her students, she turned her gaze again to the potential rebel.

"Gertrude Mitchell, stand up!" she said strictly.

"Yes, Miss Dobbins?" Gertie obediently rose from her desk.

Miss Dobbins looked at her from head to toe in silence.

“After class, please come into my office,” she said meaningfully and allowed Gertie to sit at her desk. After that, Miss Dobbins once again looked around the room with a stern gaze, noticing how the students began to exchange cautious glances and whisper among themselves. She tapped the table with a ruler meaningfully and began the lecture.

After the lecture, Gertie, followed with the curious and mocking glances of her classmates, went to the head teacher’s office. Right after she walked in and closed the door behind her, Miss Dobbins rose from the table and looked at her again with a critical eye.

"Gertrude, would you care to explain to me what all this means?" she asked sternly.

"I have no idea, what do you mean." Gertie shrugged.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Your appearance does not comply with the college dress code, and you know it. What is the matter? Do you wish to defy the college regulations?"

"And so what?" Gertie replied arrogantly "I'm dressed quite decently, and there's nothing in the rules about haircuts. Only about neatness. And I have not troubles with that."

"The college dress code requires students and faculty to wear formal style, Gertrude. Your style does not fit this requirement at all." Miss Dobbins shook her finger at the girl. "And since you decided to challenge the rules, you should also know that it contains a list of punishments for those who do not comply with it." Miss Dobbins put her chair in front of the table. "Since the rules leave the choice of punishment to the discretion of the teachers, I think you are deserving a good spanking, Gertrude."

Gertie unintentionally stepped back.

"A spanking?!" she instinctively covered her bottom with her hands.

"Yes, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins nodded, "a spanking. And you'd better not to argue and accept your punishment with dignity." she took the girl to the chair, sat down and put her across her knees. "For the first time I think this will be enough." at these words she took a large black oval hairbrush from the table. "Hold still!" Miss Dobbin's hand lay down on Gertie's shoulders, pushing her firmly against the teacher's knees. Gertie closed her eyes. With a loud clap the hairbrush heavily landed across her plump buttocks. Gertie screamed from the sharp pain, but immediately bit her tongue. She swore herself to take her punishment without any sound to prove to Miss Dobbins, that she has a right to have her own style. But Miss Dobbins surely was a professional, so it didn't take a long for Gertie to start not just moaning and even screaming in pain after each painful spank, but even squirming over teacher's lap and kicking. Soon the young rebel was struggling and kicking, bawling loudly and begging for mercy, but Miss Dobbins only pushed her tighter to her knees, continuing the punishment.

When Gertie was already pretty sure, that her poor bottom became a one big bruise, Miss Dobbins finally stopped the punishment. She put the hairbrush away and stroked the back of Gertie's head.

"I think, this is enough for you, Gertrude. For the first time." she said sternly but not cruel. "But keep in mind: if I ever see you again at my lecture or just in the corridor during class hours dressed like this, this punishment will feel like a light tickle in comparison. Now go. And you'd better to hurry - according to the rules, being late for classes also entails a spanking.

Gertie jumped up from the teacher's knees and started jumping in place, clutching her burning bottom. About a minute she was dancing this dance of pain in front of the teacher, bawling and weeping bitterly. Then she finally put herself together and left head teacher's office, rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason?" suddenly asked Miss Dobbins, stopping at the doorstep.

"For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason." replied Gertie, blushing.

A. C. A. B.

Gertie was riding her motorcycle at almost full speed. She just loved that feeling, when the wind was blowing her mohawk. She ignored the speed and now just enjoyed the ride.

Suddenly she noticed a sparkling of an emergency lights in her rear view mirrors. She turned her head a bit and barely heard a police siren. Gertie looked again at the mirrors and saw a police car, which was obviously pursuing her. The biker stepped on the gas, but the police car kept up. Slowly but surely the police car caught up with her, making the biker slow down and then stop.

A tall African American woman appeared from the police car and gave Gertie a gesture to dismount from her motorbike. The blonde obeyed. The policewoman, officer Madison Bell, gave her a very strict look.

"Miss, have you ever heard of a speed limits?" officer Bell shook her head. "Or are you one of those two-wheeled rascals who thinks all restrictions are only for cars and pedestrians? And don't you dare to tell me, that you just didn't notice me. You accelerated right when I commanded you to stop!"

"I'm sorry, officer, but I really didn't notice you..." Gertie shrugged.

"Oh, really?" officer Bell crossed her arms. "Are you deaf and blind? If so, I need to revoke your driving license. And I need to see it here and now anyway! Give it to me!"

"Officer, please! No need for such a radical methods!" Gertie protested, now much less confident. "I am sorry for breaking rules..."

Before she said anything more, officer Bell interrupted her. "Radical methods, you're saying? That's a good idea, rascal!"

Gertie gave the officer a puzzled look. Madison put her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure that a simple fine won't be enough to stop you from breaking the law. And I'm even more sure, that you are from those scoundrels, who can't be stopped just by revoking their license. So I have another solution. I will punish you here and now, girl. And then you'll be free. I'm pretty sure, this punishment will be the most effective. Do you agree?"

Gertie sighed and nodded uncertainly. The last thing she wanted was to get her driving license revoked. And she also didn't want to get fined. But in the same time she was afraid about what did the officer planned to her. The policewoman took her to her car and made her bent over the hood.

"By this racing with me, you fought the law. And the law won. I am the law, so I won. And you deserved to be punished," officer Bell took the baton from her belt. "And I will punish you here and now!" she put her hand on Gertie's back, holding her in position. Gertie sobbed, now perfectly understanding, what a punishment mean the policewoman. The baton heavily landed across the biker's plump bottom making her scream in pain. Officer Bell had quite heavy hand. Just like her baton. So Gertie's tight jeans almost didn't give her any protection from a heavy rain of a hard swats rained down on her round buttocks. It didn't take much time before Gertie started squirming over the police car's hood, kicking and screaming out loud, weeping bitterly, but the police woman was relentless.

Only when Gertie was sure, that policewoman will make spank the seat of her pants off with the baton, officer Bell finally stopped and make the weeping girl stand up.

"Now I'm pretty sure that you won't overspeeding any time soon at least a week." she said, smirking at the crying biker. "Now you are free to go. But if I'll ever see you on the road again, I'll think that you're come for another thrashing."

Gertie rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"All cops are bastards!" she muttered under her breath.

"What did you just said?" officer Bell gave her a very strict look.

Gertie gulped nervously.

"All criminals are bastards!" she replied quickly.

Officer Bell smirked at her and sat in her car. Right after she turned around, Gertie couldn't hold any more. She started jumping in place, furiously rubbing her terrible sore bottom, just like she was dancing a kind of war dance, weeping and bawling in pain.

Trapped!

TRAPPED! Angela Wanderlust was trapped, in a tiny cage. In the middle of the woods. Completely bare. She tried to cover her tiny breasts with her long red hair, hair that fell like a crimson waterfall all of the way down to her plump posterior. It was late in the fall, near dark, and the temperatures were rapidly falling. But that wasn’t why Angela was trembling.

   The terrified redhead was watching the woman who had captured her, Wanda The Werewolf Hunter, twist the end of her rope into a NOOSE! The leather clad werewolf hunter then flung that noose high over a nearby tree branch, where it caught, allowing the noose to fall back down to the ground. Angela watched her, her green eyes wide with fright, as the woman with the raven black hair walked slowly towards her.

    Holding the noose up high, she spoke to the fear struck redhead, “Angela Wanderlust, I accuse thee of being a creature most foul, an emissary of The Devil himself, a WEREWOLF. These fine folks hired me.” Wanda said as she gestured to the villagers surrounding Angela, their rifles aimed at her. “To find the werewolf that has been terrorizing their village. A werewolf that started to prowl these woods, the same time you arrived here. Last night Farmer Vincent heard something in his chicken coop. This morning, I followed tracks that led from his farm to your very door, where I found you asleep in your bed, naked, with mud on your feet and blood on your hands. That is why we brought you here, to await the rising of the full moon. IF you are a werewolf, we’ll soon know. If you are…” Wanda swung the noose back and forth menacingly, “If not, we’ll set thee free, with our deepest apologies.”

     Just then the full moon began to rise, like a golden eye floating in a sea of velvet. Silvery hair began to cover Angela’s body, a full bushy tail sprang forth from her lower back, her teeth grew into sharp ivory spikes, her green eyes changed to yellow, and seemed to glow in the rapidly approaching darkness. She growled furiously, shaking the bars of her cell.

    “Ah, there you are, you wicked beast. Listen to me carefully. These villagers are all armed with silver bullets. I want you to face away from me, when I enter your cage, with your hands, or paws, by your sides. Do not move, if you do, these men will cut you down.”

   Angela knew she had no choice, she was trapped with no way out. She turned around, hairy arms by her sides, and heard the cage door swing open. And Wanda’s footsteps as she approached with her noose.

   Angela stood on shaking legs, expecting the noose to slide around her neck at any second, and was shocked when Wanda grabbed hold of her tail instead. Clamping the noose tightly around the base of her furry tail, where it connected to her lower back, she waved to the men who were holding onto the other end of the rope, “HAUL AWAY, MEN!” Wanda shouted, and Angela flew out of the cage, to dangle beneath the tree branch, slowly swinging back and forth, her hands and feet inches above the ground, her bottom risen high in the air. 

     Wanda walked over to the hanging wolf-girl, a wicked smile on her pretty face. “Angela, we know you are cursed. You can not help what you are. Therefore,  we wish you no long suffering harm, or to mortally wound you. But we must teach you a lesson. So, you’ll never return to these woods again.” Wanda said as she removed a bundle of switches from the quiver she wore on her back. “With these, switches soaked in Holy Water.”
   The first stroke of the birch crashed like thunder across Angela’s backside, rising a slew of angry red welts clearly visible through the fine fur covering Angela’s burning bottom. Stroke after stroke followed, accompanied by the cheers of the villagers and Angela’s howls, until the wolf-girl’s boiling bottom and half way down the back of her legs, glowed like red hot coals in the darkness.

      Wanda wiped her brow, and returned the birch to her quiver. She gently caressed Angela’s ruby red rear, her fingers slowly sliding across the sea of welts she had been painted there. “There, there, you naughty beast, we’ll let thee go free in a minute. But first, Farmer Vincent wants to give you one last parting… shot, to send you on your way.” 

    BLAM! A rifle roared. Angela expected to feel a silver bullet crashing into her brain, but instead, felt a  million tiny balls of fire singe her already scorching hindquarters. She quickly realized instead of a silver bullet she had been blasted with a load of ROCK SALT!

   Wanda shouted, “RELEASE THE BEAST!” and the men released the rope holding her captive. The second Angela’s feet touched the ground, she ran howling off into the night, listening to the laughter of the villagers and the wicked werewolf hunter. 

     Smiling triumphantly, Wanda shook Farmer Vincent’s hand, “A fine shot, my friend. I doubt if that unholy beast will ever return to these parts.” 

   “Thank you, Wanda, that was a fine plan. I’m just glad that filthy beast was stupid enough to believe we were all armed with silver bullets. Why would poor farmers like us have such riches?”

    Wanda and the band of jolly men returned to the village, laughing all the way.

One Noisy Night

A lone motorcycle's engine was roaring in the night like a thunder. Gertie was always proud about the sound of her favourite bike, now tried to ride not to fast, hoping that that will make the roar of it quieter at least a bit. She started thinking, that it was not the brightest idea to agree to undergo an initiation rite of a college sorority. Why the hell did she, a badass biker-babe, need any stupid initiations? But she agreed, and now she needed to get some prized apples from Robinson's orchard. She even didn't know, who those Robinsons are and why their apples were prized at all.

Gertie stopped near the fence, turned the engine off and listened the night sounds carefully. She hadn't hear anything suspicious. No voices or foot steps. Just like her night ride didn't wake anyone. Gertie smiled and came closer to the fence. She noticed a tree, which branch was overhanging right over the fence, making it the Best way to sneak into the garden. Gertie smirked and started climbing.

Gertie carefully sneaked right over the fence and looked around. She noticed an apple tree, which was growing very close to the branch she was climbing over. The blonde smirked. She even didn't need to get to the ground. All she need - to get an apple from a nearest brunch and then - sneak out, climbing the same brunch. She smiled to herself and carefully hanged down, trying to reach a ripe red apple.

Suddenly a night wind blowed, disturbing the trees. Gertie lost her balance and grabbed an apple tree she was trying to reach, hoping not to fall. A moment later she was already hanging on the apple tree branch. Then she heard a loud crunch, and the tree suddenly fell down. Gertie screamed in panic before heavily landing on the ground. She moaned in pain, rubbing her sore butt. She was lucky the apple tree wasn't very high. The blonde carefully stood up, cursing and moaning. Suddenly she heard a dog barking, and from the currant bushes appeared a very angry German shepherd. The dog growled at the girl, showing it's teeth. Gertie screamed in panic and ran away at breakneck speed.

Gertie ran for her live. The dog was chasing her closely. It tried to bite her several times, but luckily for Gertie the only thing which was ruined by it were her denim pants. Finally Gertie reached the fence, but when she was almost close to it, the dog caught her by her boot. The blonde squirmed out of it, but before she could stand up, her chaser's jaws trapped her other leg. And again, luckily for her, it caught her boot. So Gertie hardly squirmed out of it and finally started pulling herself up to get over the fence. Suddenly she felt a very sharp pain in her buttock. The girl screamed out loud and almost flew over the fence. Only after a heavy and painful landing on her already sore backside she finally noticed, that she jumped over a wrong fence. Now she was in another orchard. And the dog started barking like a mad, being furious that the trespasser escaped.

Julia slept peacefully in a chair by the fireplace. Suddenly she awoke, almost dropping the book, which was laying on her knees. Julia looked around, now recalling, how she was reading "Gone with the Wind" all the evening. And fell asleep in her favourite chair once again. She yawned and finally understood, what woke her up. Her neighbours, Robinsons, dog, Wrax, was barking like a mad. And it's barking was sounding suspiciously close. Just like it was barking at someone, who was in her, Julia's orchard. Julia carefully looked out from the opened doors and noticed a suspicious silhouette.

Moaning and cursing, Gertie stood under an apple tree, catching her breath. She sobbed, looking at her badly torned jeans. Her boots became a trophy of the damned dog. And she had no idea how to get out from the orchard she accidentally broke into. In the dark of the night the orchard looked like a dense forest. Gertie sobbed a bit more and went wherever her eyes looked, feeling chilly earth under her now bare feet.

"Hey, you! Don't move! What do you think you are doing here?" a female voice called her out. Gertie looked around and saw a girl in red dress. Julia frowned, seeing the trespasser. "What are you doing in my garden?" she asked strictly and frowned a bit more. She was still a bit sleepy, so she wasn't completely sure, that her eyes were not lying to her, but this blonde with mohawk was looking suspiciously familiar.

"The dog was chasing me and I just tried to escape..." Gertie replied. A moment later she realised, how stupid it was to say about the dog. But she hadn't any better excuse anyway. Especially after she recognise Julia. They were a college mates. And since it was looking like Julia still hadn't recognise her, Gertie now prayed for the moon to stay clouded.

"The dog, ha?" Julia tried not to laugh, which was not so easy. Wrax really had a frightening appearance and knew very well how to growl and bark just like he wanted to kill. But he was actually one of the most kind dogs she ever knew. So she didn't doubt, that Wrax just tried his Best to scare Gertie away, but never tried to actually harm her. If he wanted so, she just would never escape from him. "So, you sneaked into my neighbours garden and then got into mine?" Julia wagged her finger at Gertie. "And what were you doing in my neighbours garden? Wait a minute! Gertrude Mitchell?! Is that you?!"

Gertie blushed.

"Julia, please..."

"It is 'Miss Hudson' for you!" Julia interrupted her "And you know what? I think I will just call the police. And if you'll try to run away, I'll just tell everyone in college, that you had sneak into my garden."

Gertie whimpered.

"Please, Julia, don't call the police! And don't tell anyone! I beg you! I really didn't mean any harm! I just..."

"Enough!" Julia shook her head. "I don't care! You are a trespasser! And you should be punished!" suddenly her brown eyes sparked with a mischief "Well, you know what? I have an idea. I will not call the police or report anyone, if you'll agree to allow me punish you my way!"

Gertie sighed and nodded.

"Okay, Julia..."

Julia bent and picked a few switches from the ground.

"Take your pants down, Gertrude! I'll give you a good birching!"

Gertie's blue eyes opened wide.

"What?! Are you serious?!"

Julia nodded.

"In dead earnest. Now drop your pants down, or I will just call the police!"

Gertie sobbed in shame and pulled her jeans down, revealing a pair of plump milky-white buttocks and cammo panties.

Julia patiently waited Gertie to strip herself from her jeans and to bent over. She wanted to punish this "wannabe tough bad girl" for a very long time. And now she got her chance! When the blonde was finally ready to her punishment, she came closer and raised her hand with the bunch of switches high.

"I guess a six of the Best will be enough." she said "Bend over, bad girl!"

Gertie sighed and bent over, touching her toes. Julia giggled and gave Gertie's plump buttocks the first stroke with the birches. Gertie screamed in pain out loud and wagged her bottom a bit, while a bright red marks started appearing on her skin. Julia nodded and gave Gertie another stroke. Gertie screamed even louder. At the third stroke the pain made her jump from the position, clutching her backside, which now was bright pink and ever started turning into a shades of red.

"Back in position, Gertie! We are not over yet," Julia said strictly, trying hard not to laugh "And now I need to start all the punishment over again."

"Julia, please, no! This hurts really bad!" Gertie protested, rubbing her sore bottom.

"Do you want me to call the cops? Or to tell everyone about this?" Julia smirked, waving the switches. Gertie growled, but bent over again. Julia smirked wider and raised the birches. "And now the first stroke once again!" she giggled. This time Gertie broke from position at the fourth stroke, making Julia to start all the punishment over once again. And then poor trespasser couldn't stand the pain at the third stroke once again. And then - at the fifth one. And then - again at the third. Gertie's screams and weeping were echoing all over the orchard and around.

A several big nasty bruises almost finished forming all over Gertie's now terrible sore buttocks, when Julia finally sighed, no longer trying to hide her joy.

"Well, It was supposed to be just six strokes, and now even I lost count." she giggles. "Okay, I suppose if I'll keep trying to give you your six of the Best without your breaking from the position, we'll spend all night like this. So put your pants on and go away. I'll show you, where the exit is for you to avoid any more troubles!"

Wincing, sobbing and whimpering, Gertie hardly put her ruined jeans on and hopped in place several times, rubbing her terrible sore bottom. Julia laughed, watching Gertie's brat war dance. When the "bad girl" finally got herself together, Julia escorted out from her orchard.

Very carefully Gertie tried to sit on her motorcycle, but the pain in her freshly birched buttocks made her almost jump up. She whined in pain, clutching her bottom, almost tipping her motorcycle over. Julia laughed, watching, how Gertie, after an almost minute of rubbing her sore bottom, finally started the engine and escaped in the night, standing on foot pegs and trying her Best not to sit down.

Trixie Meets the Dean

 Trixie was a young werewolf she was smart and had been tops of her class in highschool so she thought college would be a breeze.

However that was before she met the dean.

She was a strict no nonsense vampiress named Evelyn.

Trixie found herself in the Dean's office on only her third day there. Trixie was told to go to see Dean Evelyn when she went in to her office very nervous as she had always been well behaved and didn't know what to expect.

She went into the office and sat down in front of her desk as Dean Evelyn finished doing paper work not even looking up at her.

After what seemed an eternity to Trixie Dean Evelyn looks up at her with a smirk.

" Trixie I know you are new here but there are some rules that I'm fairly certain were explained to you before you moved onto campus. Did you not get the message about keeping music down after a certain time or about the curfew?"

Trixie lowers her gaze embarrassed at the fact she had gotten those messages but ignored them.

" Yes ma'am I got the messages but I thought they were more of a suggestion than set in stone rules."

Trixie giggles as she says this till she sees that dean Evelyn isn't smiling.

" Well if you got those messages I'm also sure you got the message that breaking said rules results in me breaking your butt!"

Trixie looks at dean Evelyn as she pulls out paperwork and begins reading it off explaining how Trixie will be getting an otk hairbrush spanking. Then she explains that after her spanking that Trixie will have to sit at her desk and write lines.

Trixie looks at dean Evelyn pouting knowing that she deserves to be spanked because she was blasting music really late and last night she had went out drinking not getting home till early in the morning.

Dean Evelyn walks around her desk and takes a seat. She pats her lap indicating for Trixie to bend over her lap. Trixie does as she is told and slowly pulls her pants down. Dean Evelyn smirks: "Oh dear you picked the wrong day to wear such skimpy panties." Trixie slowly lays across her lap. Dean Evelyn begins peppering her butt with smacks going from cheek to cheek every few smacks she would make sure and smack the top of her thighs.

Trixie squirmed and wiggled across her lap as the spanking began to sting. Dean Evelyn unloads a flurry of smacks with the hair brushcausing Trixie to kick her legs and squirm. As the spanking continues her butt quickly begins to turn red.

"Ouch! Please Dean I'm sorry! Ouch! I'll never do it again! Ouch! Please I'm sorry! Ouch! Owiee!"

Trixie pleads, trying to cover her sore bottom with her hand, but dean Evelyn only pins her hand to her back and unloads a visciuos volley of smacks with the hairbrush causing Trixie to cry and wail her bottom turning a deep crimson.

"Now then naughty pup, hold still and take your punishment!"

Trixie howls at the each impact. After the fifth more smacks Trixie was crying uncontrollably. By the tenth more her ass felt like it was on fire and she swore she would never misbehave again. By the time the spanking ended Trixie barely could kicking, she has bruises beginning to form.

Dean Evelyn pulled Trixie's panties up but left her pants down. She then forced her to sit on her sore ass on the hard wooden chair and write lines. She had to write one thousand times

"I will not play my music loud.

I will not stay out past curfew.

I will be a good girl."

Trixie sat there crying trying to compose herself and write the lines. Dean Evelyn stood watching her making sure she wrote all her lines. When she finished dean Evelyn gave Trixie her pants but wouldn't let her wear them.

"Young lady you will walk to your room with your sore bottom on display so everyone knows what happens to those that misbehave."

Dean Evelyn then smacks her sore butt sending her on her way. Trixie went through campus crying and blushing as others saw her sore well spanked ass. Some whistled some made inappropriate comments and some even smacked her ass.

Once Trixie got to her room she put on her night gown grabbed an ice pack and laid down on her stomach. She placed the ice pack on her ass to help with the swelling and bruising and cried herself to sleep.