The Accidental Stowaway. Part 4

    Leading Belinda by her arm over to a armless wooden chair, Angel said to Belinda, “Thanks to you my ass is on fire. I’m about to return the favor.” 

   Belinda protested, “But my popo is ALREADY on fire!” 

  Angel sat down, planning on pulling Belinda across her lap. And quickly hopped back up, “I … I can’t SIT down! It hurts too bad.”

  Belinda giggled hearing that, “Since you can’t spank me now, I guess I’ll leave.” 

  “NOT SO FAST,” Angel shouted, while looking about her apartment, hoping to find a solution to her dilemma. Seeing one of Betty’s thick leather belts hanging across the back of a chair, she remembered a childhood friend from Texas, who had told her his father used to whip him with a belt. And how bad those whippings had hurt. GOOD! She wanted Belinda to hurt as badly as she was.

   Forcing Belinda across the back of the couch, she flipped her skirt up and yanked her thong down, exposing her bare fire engine red rear. She then began to flay away mercilessly with the leather belt. Each scorching stroke of the belt leaving a broad band of white hot fire on top of Belinda’s already chubby, crimson cheeks and down the back of her legs. Belinda felt like she was being branded when she heard Angel’s doorbell chime.

   “You stay right there. I’m not done with you yet.” Angel said, before leaving to answer the door. 

     It was Betty. Crying, she swept Angel up in a bear hug, “I’m so, so sorry, Baby. When I left here, I called Mack. He told me he saw Belinda leave the bar a hour before you two did. And he knew you were alone when you left work, since he walked to your car. After you drove off, he saw there was only two cars left on the parking lot. His and another car, the same color and make of yours. Walking over to investigate, he saw a “I Germany” sticker on the back bumper, so he knew it was Belinda’s. He checked the backseat, because he knew Belinda sometimes takes a nap in her car, after she leaves the bar, if she feels she’s too drunk to drive. That must be what happened. You must had forgotten to lock your car door, and she was so drunk, she mistook your car for hers. I’m so sorry, Baby, for ever doubting you. And… spanking you.”

   Crying even louder than she did during her spanking, Angel said, “Of course I forgive you. I couldn’t go on living without you.”

   From the living room, both women heard Belinda say, “ What about me? You both spanked me! Aren’t you going to apologize to me?”

    Walking into the living room, Betty was shocked to see Belinda bend across the back of the couch, the back of her legs and her butt covered with angry purpling welts. 

  “Yes, Belinda, I do want to apologize to you, too. And to make it up to you, you can drink for free at my bar for the rest of the year.”

    Wincing, Belinda stood up, while gently caressing her throbbing backside. Even in as much pain as she was in, being a girl who loves beer almost as much as she loved money, that news cheered her up. She thanked Betty and started to walk, very, very slowly, to the door to leave. 

   Angel stopped her and gave her a hug, “I’m sorry, too. You can spend the night in my guest room tonight, if you want to, and in the morning I’ll drive you down to the bar to pick up your car. I’ll even fix you breakfast before you go. Although, we both may have to eat breakfast standing up.”

    Belinda thanked her, and went to the guest room. The two women watched her go, her bare bottom looking like two overripe tomatoes. Once in the guest room, Belinda turned on the ceiling fan, hoping it would help to cool down her burning buns, fell face forwards onto the bed, her butt still bare, and went almost instantly to sleep.

   Back in the living room, Betty told Angel, “Wait here a minute, I’ll be right back.” Angel was confused to see her return with an armload of pillows and a large wooden hairbrush. She piled the pillows on the couch, and asked Angel to sit down. She did, very gingerly, even on a multitude of big fluffy pillows, sitting was uncomfortable. Betty then slipped out of her jeans, she never wore underwear, and after handing the brush to Angel, slid across her lap.

    “What are you doing, Betty?” Angel asked, totally dumbfounded by this turn of events. 

    “I hurt you. Something I swore I would never do. I deserve to have my butt blistered for doing that. Spank me, Baby, as hard as you can.”

     Smiling, Angel raised the hairbrush high above her head.

                                                                      THE END

The Accidental Stowaway. Part 3

   Betty walks to the couch, sits down, and says to Angel, while patting her lap, “If you want a spanking, Angel, I’ll be happy to give you one.”

    Angel begins to tremble as she raises her skirt and removes her panties before walking slowly over to Betty, and lays across her lap.

    Belinda, her hands still clasped to her boiling bottom, warns Angel, “I wouldn’t do that, if I was you. That bitch spanks HARD!”

   Angel and Betty shouts at Belinda, in unison, “SHUT UP!”

   Betty can feel Angel is so scared, she’s shaking. Normally, that would had upset her. She would had given up her own life to protect Angel, to keep her safe, but now, believing Angel had betrayed her, she was going to enjoy teaching the little slut a lesson.

   Belinda was tempted to sneak out of the apartment, while her two “kidnappers” were distracted, but she was spellbound by what was happening. She hated being spanked with a passion, but she thought she might enjoy seeing somebody else getting their ass lit up. For a change.

  Angel’s butt was even bigger than Belinda’s plumb behind, but just as pale. Well, as pale as Belinda’s was ten minutes ago. Angel’s backside began to redden rapidly under her ex-lover’s hand. Having never been punished like that before, Angel was shocked to discover how painful a spanking was. After just a few swats, her ass was on FIRE! And the redder her big beautiful butt grew, the hotter the flames became. Until her entire backside was ablaze, with a bushel of blisters, popping up like pimples on prom night, all across her glowing posterior.

    When Betty finally released her, Angel was a hot mess, crying uncontrollably, doing the same dance Belinda had done earlier, hopping like a bunny, from foot to foot, furiously rubbing her smoking hot bottom with her tiny hands.

     Smiling mischievously, even though her own ass was still on fire, too, Belinda said to the bawling blonde, “I told you that was a mistake.” 

    Angel and Betty both turn to Belinda and scream, “SHUT UP!”

    After a few minutes, Angel had calmed down enough to confront Betty, “That… that was HORRIBLE! I never knew a spanking would hurt that bad. My ass is on FIRE! But it was worth it… if you’ll forgive me, Betty.”

   Betty’s icy blue eyes began to water, “I… I don’t know. I want to. I love you. I’ll always love you, but… I don’t know if I can forgive you. You broke my heart, Angel. And my trust. I’m going to leave now. And think things over. I’ll call you later. Maybe.”

  Betty left the apartment, while Angel watched her go, her heart hurting even worse than her ruby red rear.

   Belinda followed Betty to the door, saying “I don’t where I am, or how I got here, but I guess I’ll leave now, too.”

    “OH NO, YOU DON’T, BELINDA! You’re the reason Betty broke up with me, and the reason I just got my ass tore up. I think I owe you a little something for that, don’t you?”

   EEP! Sounds like more trouble is headed Belinda’s way. I wonder what Angel plans to do to her. Could it be another… SPANKING? Stay tuned for the fourth and final chapter of THE ACCIDENTAL STOWAWAY…

The Accidental Stowaway. Part 2

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The Accidental Stowaway. Part 1

 

   Belinda, a beautiful blonde, with a bubble butt, comes stumbling out of Betty’s Bar and wanders over to a car, the same make and color as her own. Seeing the door is unlocked, and believing it’s her car, she decides since she’s too drunk to drive, and it’s such a nice warm Autumn night, she’ll climb into the backseat and take a nap until she sobers up.

    A hour later, Mack, a tall handsome man and Angel, a petite blonde, barely five feet tall, with small breasts and a big bottom, leaves the bar. They’re bartenders and had just locked up the bar for the night. Seeing Angel had made it safely to her car, Mack tells Angel good night before she drives back to her apartment.

   Driving up to her apartment building Angel sees the bar owner, Betty, is sitting outside of her apartment, smoking a cigarette. As soon as Angel steps out of her car, Betty, a tall muscular woman, well over six feet tall, with long jet black hair and ice blue eyes, rushes over to Angel and sweeps the tiny girl up in her arms and plants a passionate kiss on her plump ruby red lips. 

  “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” Betty says as she sets Angel back down on the ground. “I’ve missed you too, Betty. I thought I was supposed to pick you up at the airport in the morning.” Angel replies.

   “I missed you so much, I caught an earlier flight, and got a Uber to drive me back to town, from the airport. I knew you would be closing up the bar soon, so I decided to wait here, at your apartment, until you got here. Wait until you see what I got my best girl. You’ll look great in it. Like you do in everything. It’s…” mid sentence Betty stopped talking, when she notices Belinda asleep in the back of Angel’s car.

   “WHO THE HELL IS THAT? HIDING IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR CAR?” Betty shouts angrily, fire blazing in her blue eyes.

   Angel is as shocked as Betty is, when she sees Belinda, “I… I don’t know. I had no idea somebody was in my car when I left the bar.”

   Shining her phone light into Angel’s car, Betty recognizes Belinda, “That’s that German bitch that’s always causing trouble at the bar. I can’t believe you’re cheating on me with HER!”

   “CHEATING? I would never cheat on you, Betty, I love you too much to ever do anything to hurt you like that.” Angel says, tears beginning to form in her hazel eyes. 

  “Let’s see what Sleeping Beauty has to say about that,” Betty says as she jerks Angel’s car door open. 

   During her nap, Belinda’s short, short skirt had slid down, exposing her big snowy white behind, and her tiny black thong. Giving Belinda a stinging slap, that leaves a fiery red hand print or her right butt cheek, Betty snarls, “You can stop pretending you’re asleep now, fraulein, I want to talk to you.” 

 

    Belinda shouts, “AUU, MY POPO! A bee just stung me!” as she rubs her burning butt cheek. Seeing two women, she believes has just broken into her car, she begins to scream, “HELP, I’M BEING CARNAPPED!”

    Afraid Belinda is going to wake up the entire apartment building, Betty pulls Belinda out of the car, and tosses her across her shoulder. Giving her left butt cheek a sizzling slap, leaving a matching ruby red handprint on that cheek, she tells Belinda, “SHUT UP, BITCH!” and carries her into Angel’s apartment. 

   Oh uh, looks Belinda is in trouble again. And you know what that means, somebody’s getting a spanking. But who gets the spanking may surprise you. Stay tuned for part two, coming soon…

The Kidnapping

"Ugh! I already forgot, how uncomfortable these 'traditional barbarian clothes' are! I just had put it on and am already itchy!" Wolffang shivered slightly, putting on a rough animal-skin dress. She glanced at Livonna, who turned in her full wolf-form and sighed.

"Enough complaining!" Dame Athanasia said strictly "You both know, that tribal orcs don't wear proper civilised dresses. So, if we want to caught shamaness by surprise, you two should look like locals. And like this you are looking completely right way. Now go! And don't you dare to return to me empty handed!" the vampiress smiled sinisterly.

Wolffang and Livonna both gulped and hurry to leave. Already outside the castle the orcess turned to she-werewolf.

"Alright, Liv. Now we need a plan. When I lived in tribe, a usual punishment was a switching. And let me tell you, those switching always were very thorough. Almost like those spankings you and me are usually receiving from the Dame..." the orcess trembled.

"Well, I guess, we need to lure this shamaness out from the village somehow." The she-wolf barked "What do you think will make her interested or upset enough to leave the village without any friends or guards?"

Wolffang rubbed her chin and smiled. "Well, I guess, I have an idea..."

Conspirators stopped at the edge of the woods right near the village. Livonna smelled the air carefully and looked around.

"Alright, I guess that orcess in a horned hat is our shamaness. And now we need to lure her out. So, what's your plan?" she turned to Wolffang.

"Oh, my plan is just perfect! Let me..." suddenly the orcess roughly grabbed the she-werewolf be her ear "Now howl as loud as you can, wolfy!" she brought a leather belt on Livonna's butt. Hard.

The she-wolf yelped in surprise and pain. The orcess continued whipping her, hitting as hard as she could.

"Take this! And this! You, bad wolf! Lazy wolfy! I'll show you, how to bark at me!" Wolffang laughed, keeping the spanking go. Livonna growled and howled in pain, squirming and wiggling, trying to break out from Wolffang's grip.

"Hey, you! Stop this immediately! Why are you torturing this she-wolf so bad?! Stop right now, I said you!" suddenly a woman's scream reached their ears. Both Livonna and Wolffang turned to it and saw the shamaness running right in their side.

"Oh, just as I thought!" Wolffang smirked and gave Livonna another one heavy belt stroke, making the she-werewolf bawl.

The last thing the shamaness expected was that the she-wolf she was planning to save from the thrashing will suddenly turn into a half-human half-wolf creature and turn against her with the orcess who was just torturing her. And before she was able to cast any spell, the conspirators pinned her to the ground and tied her hands behind her back. The she-werewolf stepped aside, rubbing her sore bottom.

"Was it really that necessary to spank me so hard?" she complained, stepping foot to foot.

"Well, we needed to make the shamaness believe, that you need help. And she believed, so I guess, I did everything right!" the orcess giggled, placing a gag in shamaness's mouth. "Besides, you are used to it. Now turn back into a wolf! We need to hurry back to Dame, before anyone noticed that we kidnapped the shamaness!"

Livonna grumbled a bit, but turned in her full wolf form, bigger than before, so Wolffang could put the shamaness on her back and sit behind her herself.

"Off we go, Liv! Hurry to the castle!" the orcess commanded.

The she-werewolf growled and got off to a flying start.

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Four

   After being paddled by Batman and switched by Catwoman, Belinda was no longer in the mood to go to a party, so she walked back to her hotel room, each painful step sending a fresh wave of heat across her welt covered backside. Once there, she stripped off her Catwoman outfit, tore it to pieces and threw it in the trash, and took a cold shower, hoping the icy water would cool down her blazing buns. Then, lying on her stomach in bed, with an ice pack on her still warm rear, Belinda sent her friend Bromhilda a email, and a photo of her ruby red rear,  explaining what had happened to her. Bromhilda texted her back …

   BROMHILDA: OUCH! Looks like we’ll both be sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Just like we used to, when we were teenagers, and used to get into trouble together.

   BELINDA: Why? What happened to you?

   BROMHILDA: Do you remember my ex Steve Anderson?

   BELINDA: How could I ever forget him after that time he had us both bend over his bed and whipped us with his belt for using his credit card without his permission. I had welts for a week! Are you dating him again?

    BROMHILDA : No, that bitch Eva is! I invited everybody from my office to my party, not knowing Eva was going out with Steve now. I know now why she told me I should break up with him. She wanted him for herself. Well, when she walked in with Steve, I was furious with her, and told her to get the Hell out of my apartment. She called me a bitch, and threw her drink in my face, so I slapped her. As hard as I could and busted her lip. I never saw Steve so angry before. He pulled me across his lap, right in front of all of my friends and coworkers and started to spank me with his hand. I was wearing a Wonder Woman costume, so my butt was mostly bare. He sat my ass on fire, and then told me to apologize to Eva.

     BELINDA: Did you?

     BROMHILDA : HELL NO! But Steve remembered I had an oval wooden hairbrush, I usually kept in my bedroom, and told Eva to go get it. You should had seen the smile on that slut’s face when she handed it to Steve. If I thought my ass was on fire before, after Steve went to work with that hairbrush, my butt was boiling hot. And blistered. Then, he told me to apologize to Eva again. I hated to do it but I knew if I ever wanted to be able to sit down again, I better. Here, I’ll send you a photo.

    BELINDA: AUUUUHHHH! HE REALLY TORE YOUR ASS UP!

    BROMHILDA: I feel like I’m sitting on a hot plate. But at least I may get a little bit of revenge later tonight. Steve noticed how much Eva was enjoying watching me hop from foot to foot, trying to rub out the fires Steve had just ignited, and I heard him whisper to her, “This is all your fault, Young Lady, You called Bromhilda a bitch and threw your drink on her. We’re going to have a little ‘talk’ about that when I get you home.” Whenever Steve told me he wanted to “talk” to me, I usually ended up unable to sit down for a day or two. I hope he’s beating her big butt right now.

   BELINDA: Sounds like we won’t be the only girls in Gotham sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?

    BROMHILDA: That sounds good. But I may have to bring a pillow with me.

    BELINDA: Bring one for me, too. I’ll need it.

THE END

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Three

   Belinda’s big butt was on FIRE! Gently rubbing her roasting rear seemed to only stroke the fire, fanning the flames, until the German’s brat’s bottom was boiling. “AUUUH, my poor popo!” the beautiful blonde sobbed, “ I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
   Noticing a fountain across the park, Belinda wanted to run to it immediately, but decided her best option was to walk to it as slowly as possible, since every step she took, caused a new wave of intense heat to flare up across her blistered butt. Once there, bracing herself with her arms, she lowered her still bare backside into the chilly water, carefully to make sure her badly bruised butt didn’t touch the bottom of the fountain. 
    Belinda was enjoying the effects of the cooling water, when she heard what sounded like the purring of a cat. And heard a silky female voice say, “Well, well, well, what have we here? Did somebody just give this naughty kitty a spanking?”
    Looking up, Belinda was startled to see Catwoman approaching her. “KATZENFRAU! Ja, that damn Fiedermaus-Mann just paddled me!”
   Catwoman smiled mischievously, while caressing her own luscious rear, “OUCH! I know from personal experience, how hard Batman spanks. Unfortunately for you, I’m quite adept at blistering bottoms, too. Which I do, every time I catch somebody in Gotham dressed as me. I can’t have people committing crimes that I’ll be blamed for, now can I?”
   Belinda hopped down from the water fountain, her hands covering her still smoldering backside, “WAIT A MINUTE, I’m NOT a criminal! I’m on my way to a costume party!”
   “Sorry, Kitty Kat, my costume, my rules. With those claws on your gloves, you shouldn’t have any trouble cutting me some switches.”
   SWITCHES! Every German knew what switches were. And how painful they were. They left welts that took days to fade away. “HELLO NO!” Belinda said, fire in her eyes burning as hotly as the fires across her rear, “I don’t care if you ARE Katzenfrau! You’re NOT switching me! GET OUT OF MY WAY! 
    Belinda was marching past Catwoman when she heard the loud crack of a whip, seconds before she felt it’s bite, as it sizzled across her still bare backside. “AUUUUHHH!”, Belinda screamed her hands flying to the fiery welt now branded across her backside. Turning, Belinda saw for the first time, the lethal looking whip in Catwoman’s right hand. “Your choice, my whip or the switch. Which one will it be?”
    Staring at the whip, fearfully, still feeling the burning kiss from it across still feeling the burning kiss from it across her roasting rear, Belinda whispered, “I’ll … I’ll go cut you a switch.”
     Stay tuned, Brat Fans, for the fourth and final chapter of this story. Next time you’ll get to meet Belinda’s friend from Germany, Bromhilda, and find out what happened at her party, while Catwoman was painting welts across Belinda’s plump posterior with her switch. Here’s a clue, Belinda and Bromhilda will both be sleeping on their stomachs tonight. COMING SOON!

 

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Two

 

    Belinda had been spanked before by officers of the law, but that was usually her choice, be spanked or go to jail or pay a fine, for breaking some stupid law. But she wasn’t going to let anybody, even the world famous crime fighter, Batman, paddle her because she was dressed as one of his arch villains!
    Belinda slapped Batman, HARD, across his face with her free hand, while shouting at The Dark Knight, “LET GO OF ME! I don’t care if you are Fledermaus -Mann, you’re not to going to spank me just because I’m going to a costume party! They call you ‘the world’s greatest detective, well, can’t you see I’m NOT Katzenfrau?” she added, while removing her mask, “LOOK, can’t you see I’m much prettier than Katzenfrau! Didn’t you notice my beautiful long blonde hair! Or my German accent? Why don’t you go and hunt down some REAL criminals, and leave me alone! I have a party to go to!”
   Wheeling around, she saw Robin returning with the Bat-Paddle, and punched him in the stomach, before he had time to react, “THAT’S what you get, Bird-Boy, for getting so excited about seeing your partner paddle me! Well, sorry, that’s NOT going to happen! Now, get out of my way, I’m already late!” 
    The German firebrand was about to storm off when she found herself being lifted into the air. “Young Lady”, she heard Batman say, “Yes, once I led you off of that dark trail, and over her by this park light, I saw you won’t the real Catwoman, and I was about to apologize to you. But before I could, you slapped me, and then punched Robin! We’re deputized officers of the Gotham City Police force! I can’t let you get away with that.”
    Having said that, Batman quickly remove Belinda’s belt and skimmed down her tights, revealing her pale plump posterior. Sitting down on a park bench, he placed the struggling brat across his lap, while saying to his teenage sidekick, “Please hand me the Bat-Paddle, Robin.”
   Smiling, The Boy Wonder said, “Gladly, Batman.” and handed the paddle to him. Once in his hand, Batman wasted no time in using it. Forcefully and rapidly. Quickly turning Belinda’s big bottom from ghostly white to rose to red to crimson. In less than a minute, blisters began to blossom all over Belinda’s boiling backside. Especially across her sit spots. Batman wanted to make sure Belinda would remember this lesson every time she tried, in vain, to sit down for the rest of the week.  
   Robin was throughly enjoying the show, especially since his stomach was still hurting, “HOLY BUTT BLISTERS, BATMAN! You’re really frying that Cat-Brat’s fanny! It’s as red as … wait a minute, BATMAN, LOOK! The Bat Signal!”
   Glancing up, Batman saw the Bat Signal shining above Gotham, and said to the bawling bombshell, “You’re lucky, Young Lady, I have to let you off a lot easier than I had planned, but crime waits for no man, and we have to leave now. I hope that playful spanking will remind you to obey our laws as long as you’re staying in Gotham City.”
     Belinda watched the Dynamic Duo rush off into the night, hopping from foot to foot, sobbing loudly, her tiny hands furiously, but gently, rubbing her blistered and burning backside. Pouting,  she moaned, “He said he let me off EASY! Then why is my popo on FIRE? AUUH!”
       That’s it for this time, Brat Fans, but stay tuned for the third and final chapter of this story. Featuring a surprise guest star. Can you guess who it is?

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part One

 

   Belinda Krüger, a honeysuckle blonde from Germany, with bright blue eyes, forever full of mischief, was on a business trip to Gotham City. Her friend from back home, who now lived in Gotham, Bromhilda, had invited Belinda to a costume party. Since she was in Gotham City, Belinda thought it would be funny to go to the party dressed as Catwoman. She was on her way there now, dressed in a skintight ebony catsuit, with a black mask and cat ears. 
   Since Bromhilda lived just a few blocks from the hotel Belinda was staying at, she decided to walk there instead of taking a cab. She decided the quickest route was through The Martha Wayne Memorial Park. Usually Belinda would had been leery to go through a park in a big city at this time of night, but this was Gotham City, home of The Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, the world’s greatest crime fighters. She felt safe here.
     Walking down a dark lane, a shadowy shape appeared before Belinda, Belinda couldn’t make out his features, but she could tell he was huge, and had what appeared to be… horns? As he drew closer, Belinda realized it wasn’t horns, it was ears. Bat ears. IT WAS BATMAN! And trailing behind him was Robin, The Boy Wonder!
     Batman took Belinda by her hand, and started to lead her over to a park bench. “Do you remember what I told you I would do the next time I caught you, Catwoman?” Batman asked Belinda.
   “I do, Batman!”, Robin said excitedly, “You said you would give her a SPANKING she would never forget! Are you really going to do that, Batman?”
   Batman replied, “A man should always keep his promises, Robin. Will you do me a favor, old chum? Will you run to The Batmobile, and get my Bat-Paddle?”
   “THE BAT-PADDLE?” Robin said, smiling devilishly, “OWIE! I heard the last time you paddled Ivy and Harley with that, they couldn’t sit down for a week! I’ll be right back!”
     UH OH! Belinda is in trouble again! Will Batman REALLY paddle our favorite German troublemaker? Stay tuned, for part two. Coming soon. Same brat time. Same brat channel.

Naughty Werewolves Get Spanked!

  Snowstorm, a white she-wolf, with fiery red hair and golden eyes, was dancing in the moonlight. Not because she was happy. No, quite the opposite. She was dancing because her hair wasn’t the only part of her currently as red as fire. And just as hot. Her bottom was crisscrossed with thin, stinging welts. 
   Beside her, her sister, Midnight, a werewolf as black as sin, but also with crimson locks and golden eyes, was doing a similar dance. For the same reason. The two wolf- girls were both hopping from paw to paw, howling at the moon, their hands gently massaging their boiling hot bottoms.
   Watching them was Lord Lobo, the leader of their pack. He sat on a fallen log, the log the wild girls were just bent across. In his hand was a bundle of switches. On his handsome face, he wore a smile, revealing his razor sharp fangs. He hated punishing the two sisters, but watching them dance after a good dose of “the fire sticks” always made him smile.
  He spoke harshly to the twins, “Girls, I’m sorry I had to punish you so severely, but you know the rules of our pack, any member of my tribe, that raises a paw against another member, must be disciplined. I hope this will be the last time I ever catch you fighting. Now, return to our den, and stay there until I give you permission to leave. The night is getting late and I must go hunting. Hopefully your howls didn’t scare off all of the prey for miles around. If you did, and I return empty handed, you’ll both be cutting me another bundle of switches. NOW, GO HOME AND STAY THERE, with your naughty noses facing the cave wall until I return.” With that, he vanished into the woods like a shadow.
   The twins started their long trek home, walking slowly and stiffly, each step causing a fresh wave of scalding hot heat to flare up across their well roasted rears. Snowstorm, carefully tracing the multitude of welts now decorating her derrière, thought back on the reason she was fighting with her sister, relieved that Lord Lobo hadn’t asked them what started their brawl. Snowstorm’s cheeks burned as hotly as her blistered bottom, thinking of the reason why. Unbeknownst to him, both of the sisters were in love with him. Madly in love. And for reasons she couldn’t understand, thinking about Lord Lobo scorching her backside, made her love him even more.

A Lesson in Mindfulness

 Dame Athanasia and the her gang were at their hideout discussing the plans to build the air ship
they needed to move onto to a new land with many opportunities for them to better themselves
and live a better life. The vampiress was discussing how important it was for the two to gather
all the required materials they needed to build the air ship.
“Now girls when you acquire the materials it is important that you don't forget anything,
especially the tools we need. Kajira may be a powerful sorceress but she can't build this thing
from scratch with out tools and materials. Are you two even listening?”
As Dame Athanasia was speaking she noticed Wolffang the orcress twirling her hair staring at
the ground and Livonna the werewolf was drumming her fingers on the table so the vampiress
slams her fist in the table to see if they had heard her.
“Yes mistress, we know what to do. We will get all the materials and tools we need. You have
gone over this hundreds of times in the last few days.”
Both replied in a petulant voice as if insulted by her question. Dame Athanasia raises an
eyebrow and smiles wickedly.
“Well that is good girls. I'm glad to hear that you have both been listening intently to my
instructions and know everything we need because tonight is the night you will both gather the
materials and Gods help you if you fail because I will not be lenient. This is the greatest
opportunity we have ever had and I will not accept failure.”
The orcress and werewolf audibly gulp as they really weren't sure exactly what all they
needed, as they hadn't really listened to Dame Athanasia explain everything. However they
knew if they admitted this to their mistress she would punish them severely. They sat there
racking their brains trying to recall everything needed. Kajira, knowing these two probably had
not listened and definitely didn't know what to do made a suggestion.
“Livonna, Wolffang, if you'd like I could go over everything we need again one last time.”
The witch was trying to offer them an out, the opportunity to make sure they don't forget
anything. But were the two grateful or did they take advantage of this kind gesture? No the
stubborn pair simply roll their eyes and scoff.
“Why would we need to do that witch? Our mistress has already told us everything we need,”
Livonna said growling and baring her fangs.
Wolffang chimes in, “Yeah what do you think we are stupid or something? We always pay
attention to Mistress Athanasia.”
Kijara simply shrugs her shoulders and smirks.
“Suit yourselves just don't screw this up.”
Dame Athanasia watches the exchange smiling as Wolffang and Livonna claim to remember
everything on the list. A short while later Dame Athanasia goes inside their hideout leaving her
three henchwomen alone. The second she is out of hearing range Livonna and Wolffang sidle
up to Kijara pleading expressions on their face.
“Kajira please, will you let us look at that list?”Livonna begs.
“We couldn't admit that we had no clue what was needed in front of Dame Athanasia, she
would have beaten us severely,” Wolffang whines.
The witch looks between the two then throws her head back laughing hysterically.
“Oh that is rich. I give you two ungrateful bimbos a chance to look at the list, without letting on
you didn't have a clue what you needed. An opportunity to actually show you are responsible
and listen to your mistress and what do you two do? You show insolence and give me attitude,
and now you want my help? No, no, no, my poor friends, you are on your own and when you fail
I hope Dame Athanasia allows me to watch your punishment.”
Kajira then walks away still laughing leaving the pair to sit there and think of how horrible a
mistake they made. They misjudged the offer Kajira had made thinking it would anger their
mistress that they had to study the list, they never thought of the possibility that double checking
the list would show their dedication to the mission.
As night falls the two set out to the nearby villages. The two are clearly nervous wishing they
had paid more attention and definitely wish they had taken another look at the list of items they
needed. It didn't take long for the two to start bickering.
“Ok orc I'll steal tools and iron from the blacksmith while you steal wood from the carpenter.”
Wolffang looks at Livonna as if she is insane.
“ Oh and I suppose you know how to build the frame? Or perhaps how to run a forge to make
the iron usable to build our flying airship? Let's face it Livonna we really screwed up and it's all
your fault!”
Livonna turns and bares her fangs growling.
“My fault? You were the one who insulted Kajira! So if it anyone is to blame it is you.”
Wolffang pushes Livonna out of frustration.
“No you didn't pay attention when she was telling us everything we needed. Huffing and
sighing scratching your ears like a mutt with fleas, it distracted me from listening.”
Livonna then tackles Wolffang pinning her to the ground growling.
“Even if you had heard what she said you wouldn't have understood a word she said or would
have simply forgotten so stop complaining and let's try to make the best of this. Maybe we will
get lucky and actually get the materials. The orcress glares at Livonna before responding.
“Fine I'll get the wood, you get the tools and iron. Then we can figure out what else we need.”
The two then continue on into the village Livonna going to the blacksmith's shop and Wolffang to
the carpenter’s shop. Upon arriving the first thing Livonna notices is the blacksmith shop and
forge room are completely bare. Not a single piece of iron, not even the anvil or forge. It's as if
he has moved his shop somewhere else. She is completely stupified unsure what to do.
At the carpenter’s business Wolffang makes the same discovery, no wood, no tools, not a
single thing of use is there. She becomes worried and hurries to find Livonna.
The two meet and look at each other wide eyed as they realize neither as anything with them.
The two begin to panic.
“What are we to do Livonna? How can we go back empty handed?” Wolffang asks on the verge
of tears.
Livonna tries to calm her down by replying, “Wolffang stay calm. Our mistress will not punish us
for trying to get the materials. We cannot help that the materials are gone. Surely she will
understand.”
Her words calm down Wolffang and the two begin the slow walk back to their hideout. They
were disheartened at not securing the materials needed but also hopeful, as surely they could
not be blamed could they? When the two arrived back at the hideout they were completely
shocked at what they witnessed.
The blacksmith and carpenter were there! They had all their tools and the materials needed to
build the airship and were fast at work building it, already the frame was built and now they were
focusing on completing the air ship.Dame Athanasia and Kajira were standing back watching.
When they noticed that Livonna and Wolffang had returned the two smiled wickedly.
“Well now where have you two been? Did you get the materials?” When the pair looked at her
dumbstruck Dame Athanasia sighed.
“It seems that you failed in the mission you were sent on.” Dame Athanasia says coldly.
Livona looks to her mistress confused.
“But…they are here…why did you send us when you already had the materials on the way?”
Wolffang crossed her arms and pouts.
“We didn't fail if the materials are here, even if we didn't bring them.”
Dame Athanasia raises an eyebrow at the comments made by both.
“What are you two on about? Of course the blacksmith and carpenter are here to build our
magnificent air ship but we need the enchanted crystals which will allow it to fly.”
Livonna and Wolffang looked at each other wide eyed, and begin to blush when Kajira begins
to laugh.
“Don't worry Dame Athanasia, I knew these two would screw things up so I followed them.
When I heard them argue and try to figure out what they were going after, the fools thought they
were supposed to get the iron and wood, I recovered the crystals we needed and came back
here to greet the blacksmith and carpenter.”
Dame Athanasia looked at Kajira and smiled, “Well I'm pleased that I have you Kajira at least
you take your responsibilities seriously. Now the question is what to do with these two?”
She taps her chin thinking, while Livona and Wolffang stand there blushing and looking
worried, when suddenly she claps her hands.
“I have it! I'll give Livonna the spanking of her life and you can deal with Wolffang. Sadly
though I only have one seat I guess you'll have to wait till I finish punishing the mutt before you
can punish her “
Dame Athanasia grabs Livonna and takes a seat pulling her over lap as she says this. Her
smile grows wicked though as Kajira laughs.
“There is no need my lady, I am a powerful witch after all.”
With that Kajira casts a spell and suddenly Wolffang finds herself floating in the air on her back
and soon is floating right in front of Kajira who promptly grabs her legs holding them straight up
as she bares her bottom. Dame Athanasia begins to laugh as she begins to bring her hand
crashing down against Livonna’s plump bottom in a steady rhythm.
“Oh Kajira you are so full of surprises. So creative and a rather embarrassing position for her.
Truly wonderful my friend. Now let us show these two what happens when they fail their
mistress.”
Kajira smiles sadistically as she begins to spank Wolffang setting up a steady firm rhythm, her
squeals music to her ears. As the spanking continues Kajira begins to cackle.
“You know you both deserve every bit of this punishment. If you had simply admitted you had
not paid attention and accepted my generous offer you would have realized we weren't actually
building the air ship we just needed the crystals so it would fly. Instead you both are getting your
bottoms blistered like the pair of brats you are.”
Livonna howls and yelps kicking her legs, “Mistress I'm sorry. If I had known what to get I
would not have failed you. Please have mercy.”
Her pleading only succeeds in infuriating Dame Athanasia who increases the pace at which
she is spanking her, now focusing on her sit spots to truly punish the haughty werewolf.
“Have mercy? I told you both that I would not be lenient if you failed and you dare ask for
mercy?”
Meanwhile Wolffang is fairing no better, in fact you could say she was getting it worse as she
could not kick her legs and was truly embarrassed floating in the air on her back her legs held in
the air as Kajira continues to turn her green cheeks a deep red colour. Each smack feeling like
lightning striking her bottom as Kajira began to use magic to make the punishment even more
painful.
“Kajira please, I didn't mean offense and I'm sorry I was rude. I'll never be rude again please.”
Kajira was unmoved by her whining and continues the spanking and soon Wolffang is a
blubbering mess. Livonna howls and fights to hold back tears but she too is soon crying her
eyes out. The spanking continues on for what seems like an eternity to poor Livonna and
Wolffang. Dame Athanasia and Kajira have no intention to stop anytime soon, however that
suddenly changes.
“Ahem, sorry to interrupt my lady but we have finished. Your air ship is ready.“

Dame Athanasia unceremoniously dumps Livonna on the ground. The werewolf reaches her
hands back to try and rub her sore bottom, or she would have but Kajira casts a spell freezing
her in place. Livonna is now stuck standing her bottom on fire and no way to ease the burning of
her plump red cheeks. She looks at Wolffang who is still floating in the air and like Livonna has
no way to ease the pain coursing through her red bottom.
Dame Athanasia and Kajira walk over and inspect the airship. Once the inspection is complete
they dance around in celebration giving each other a hug. They are overcome with joy as now
they can go to new lands and find the opportunities they have been lacking here. Dame
Athanasia winks to Kajira before turning back to look at Livonna and Wolffang.
“What do you think my dear Kajira, should we take these two bumbling fools with us? Or
should we leave them here and find their replacement when we reach our new home?”
Wolffang and Livonna begin crying and pleading thinking their mistress is going to leave them,
“Please we will do better!! We promise to listen! Please don't leave us!”
Kajira tries to hold in her laugh, as she knows that Dame Athanasia is merely teasing.
“Well I'm sure we could find suitable replacements for them easy enough, but they are friends
Athanasia and we shouldn't leave them. Perhaps we should cut some switches and give them a
good hiding before we go. Perhaps that would suffice.”
Dame Athanasia smiles, “Well I suppose you are right. Let's gather some switches.”
The two go and gather a bundle of switches, twelve to be exact, both Dame Athanasia and
Kajira each keep six a piece. Then Kajira using her magic forces both Livonna and Wolffang to
float over to them and bends them over. Dame Athanasia and Kajira waste no time in using the
switches leaving welts and marks all across their bottoms and thighs. They continue the
switching and when they break the first switch they simply grab a second and begin again. They
repeat this process until each have used the six switches at their disposal. By the time they
finish both Livonna’s and Wolffang's bottom and thighs are completely covered in marks and
welts they are bawling their eyes out in agony. Kajira then releases them from their spell and
both begin to jump around trying to ease the pain in their bottom before both giving a heartfelt
apology.
“I'm sorry! I promise to listen more in the future. Thank you for not leaving us.”
Upon hearing their words Dame Athanasia does something neither was expecting. She wraps
them both in a hug and gives each a kiss on the cheek.
“You two might be bumbling henchwomen but you are my bumbling henchwomen. We are the
Blood Moon Gang and that will never change and no one could ever replace either of you. Now
let's go inside and tend to you before we use our new airship to find out new home and newest
adventures.”
Livonna and Wolffang limp inside following Dame Athanasia followed closely by Kajira. Kajira
creates an ointment to help ease the pain in their bottoms and to heal the marks and welts that
cover their bottom and thighs. Livonna and Wolffang yelp and whine as Dame Athanasia and
Kajira apply the ointment before letting out a sigh of relief knowing that soon they will be using
the airship and that the Blood Moon Gang will be moving on to bigger and better things together
now and forever.

Self-proclaimed Queen of the Black Coast

 

The night was young.

A large shadow almost closed the moon. It was not a bird, not a cloud, but a ship. A flying ship. A raven-haired pale-skinned beauty looked at the horizon and smiled, showing her needle-like fangs.

"Perfect, girls! There it is!" she pointed her finger at the land on the horizon, which was coming closer and closer. "The forgotten continent ruled by barbarian Orcish tribes. Don't take it to heart, Wolffang," Dame Athanasia gave the orc-girl a kind look. "Now we need to find out, where is preserved the last part of the Paddle of Destiny, so we can prepare a trap for our dearest princess Maera. And that means, that we need a lair. We can't just fly around the continent all the time".

"Well, actually, we can," Kajira the witch shrugged. "The crystal contains enough energy for that."

"In the sky we are too conspicuous," Dame Athanasia replied. "We need a lair. A headquarters, from where we will making our moves."

"Speaking of potential lairs, I think, I see just perfect place for it!" Livonna, the werewolf-girl shouted from the bow of the ship. "I see a castle straight ahead, milady. It is ruined, but looks still habitable."

Dame Athanasia raised from her chair and came close to the werewolf.

"Yes. I like the idea. We're coming in for a landing!"

"Night Flier" began its descent and carefully landed right in front of a swampy sea-bank behind a grove near a ruins of an ancient castle near an ocean shore. Dame Athanasia smiled at her minions.

"Alright, girls. Now we need to conduct a reconnaissance of the terrain," she turned to the werewolf. "Livonna, dear. This is a mission right for you."

The werewolf-girl smiled. "Consider it done, milady!"

Lurking in the shadows, Livonna carefully sneaked inside the castle. She carefully sniffed and snorted in disgust.

"What? A sulfur?" she moved forward, keeping hers ears open. She sneaked right to the hole in the wall and looked inside it. Her eyes widened.

A group of demonettes had an orgy. The werewolf snorted.

"Just look at them! Having a good time, don't you? I don't doubt, Dame Athanasia won't be very pleased to know, that the castle she pretends to overtake already belongs to demons!" trying not to make any noise, Livonna sneaked out from the castle and ran back to the flying ship.

Dame Athanasia heard Livonna carefully. She smirked.

"Demons are having a good time, you said? Well, I think we will spoil their orgy, girls. Wolffang, Livonna, go and cut as many switches, as you can lift! We'll have a very long night!" she laughed.

Livonna and Wolffang smirked, but nervously rubbed their bottoms and ran to carry out the order.

Half an hour later orc and werewolf returned with a large bunch of nasty biting switches. Dame Athanasia smiled with satisfaction.

"Excellent! Just what we need!" she took a switch and cut through the air with a loud 'swish!'. "Maybe I need to test few of them on someone's backside?" she asked, smirking. Livonna and Wolffang trembled, covering their round bottoms with both hands. Dame Athanasia laughed. "Just kidding, girls. Now - let's go! Kajira, dear, prepare some loud and bright spell. If we'll demoralise those daemonettes right from the beginning, we'll have a chance to get them without a fight."

Kajira nodded.

Livonna took the lead and led her companions in the castle. They sneaked right to the banquet hall. Dame Athanasia nodded to Kajira. The witch winked at her and cast a spell. Suddenly a large flaming orb materialised right above the daemonettes. It exploded with a thunder-like noise, and before daemonettes had even a chance to pull themselves together, Dame Athanasia and her minions were already inside, standing between almost naked horned and tailed girls ant their weapons.

"Well, well, well," Dame Athanasia smirked. "What do we have here? Looks like you forgot, that the Darkness still doesn't own the world, bitches!" she turned to her minions "Girls, get these losers! Let's punish them properly!"

While Livonna and Kajira took care of three of the daemonettes, Dame Athanasia made two of them bend over in front of her, hugging each other, ordered Wolffang to hold them tight and started the switching.

It didn't took too long to make poor daemonettes weep bitterly and begging the vampiress to stop. But she was merciless and the thrashing took enough time to make all the switches in her bunch to break on the daemonettes's asses, fully covering them with very sore and bright red, almost purple stripes.

The supreme daemonette tried to run away, but Dame Athanasia caught her right at the exit.

"Where do you think you are going, horny princess?" the vampiress asked mockingly, baring her victim's bottom and turning her around to present her round bottom to the birches. "The party is just heating up!" she brought the birches down across the daemonette bare buttocks. The unholy girl screamed out loud. The vampiress laughed "Oh? Don't you like the treat? I'm sure, you just hadn't taste it well! Take some more! And a bit more! And this! And that! Oh, don't be shy! Enjoy yourself!" She repeatedly brought the bunch of birches down over the daemonette's bottom, leaving bright red, sore welts, making the daemonette screaming and weeping in pain. The daemonette struggled and jumped in place, just like she was dancing some strange dance.

"Please, stop! I beg you! Please!" she sobbed in pain. But Dame Athanasia was merciless, continuing the birching.

"Promise me, that you will take your useless minions and you all will go, you will walk away, run away - as fast as you can, and as far as your breath can carry you!" she said, accenting each word with a hard brich stroke.

"We will! We will! The castle is yours! Just let us go! I swear you, we will flee and you'll never see us again, mighty vampire lady!" she wept bitterly.

"Alright! Go to the corner! I'll let you leave, after I'll deal with all your useless minions!" Dame Athanasia said, finally stopping the birching. All the birches in her bunch were broken by this moment. She turned to her own companions "Livonna, Kajira, bring me the last two horned wenches!"

The she-werewolf and the witch proudly led the vampriress to the last two daemonettes, which were awaiting their fate shackled in irons. Dame Athanasia laughed. "And that's a cherry on the top! Prepare to taste some fire you never felt back in your purgatory!" she said, bringing the birches down across the daemonettes's bare bottoms. She birched them as mercilessly as their accomplices, making both demonic girls weeping and bawling in pain bitterly, squirming and jumping in place. And as before, Dame Athanasia didn't stop until she broke every birch in her bunch.

When all the daemonettes were birched with the utmost thoroughness, Dame Athanasia finally allowed them to leave.

The unholy girls ran away, bawling in pain and humiliation, while Dame Athanasia and her companions stood at the gates, laughing and waving last bunches of birches, just like those were swords.

"Yes! Run away, and never come back!" Dame Athanasia shouted. And when the daemonettes finally dissolved into the morning twilight, she turned to her companions. "Come on, girls, let us celebrate our victory. And discuss the plans!" she closed the gates.

"So, my girls, no we have an operations headquarters," Dame Athanasia smiled. "This coast belongs to me! Just excellent."

"Black Coast," Wolffang said. "Orcs calling this place Black Coast."

"So, I am the baroness of the Black Coast!" Dame Athanasia smiled wider. "And now we need to catch a tribe orc and interrogate he or she. Whatever! I guess, the Best choice will be their shamaness or chief. Someone, who is a keeper of an ancient knowledge. And when we will find out, where the last part of the Paddle of Destiny is, we'll need just wait, till princess Maera will bring us all the parts. But I will still need to have some ancient royal noble blood in my veins. And this is another thing, which our dear princess will bring me with the parts of the Paddle. And, since I'll become a royal myself by having a royal blood in my veins, I guess, I can call myself the Queen of the Black Coast right from now!"

"Hail to the queen!" her companions shouted in unison.

Oaks and Pines

A tall, buxom blonde looked around looked around in a hugger-mugger, and carefully, trying not to draw any attention, rubbed her plump bottom tightly clad in a blue denim mini-skirt. She always liked to wear tight things which accentuated her curves, but not this day. Not this week, to be precise.

Gertrude Mitchell rubbed her sore bottom again and sighed. The blonde had no idea how she would be able to sit down during all her classes that day. All the bruises professor’s paddle had left on her plump buttocks last week still were terribly sore. Gertie sighed again. The worst thing was that she had no wish to make anyone even suspect that her bottom was aching. The whole week she tried her Best not to show anyone, how hard for her is sitting on the studies. And that was one reason she still tried to challenge the school rules by wearing her favourite costume. And keeping her hairstyle. Both already brought her into a trouble with the school stuff several times right from her first day in "Oaks and Pines".

When her parents sent her here, she was pretty sure that she's just moving to a prestigious foreign high school. Well, this place surely was prestigious. The problem was that no one warned her about the other side of this school. The discipline. Gertie always had attitude problems, and here it was turning out in a literal pain in the ass too often.

Gertie sighed. The break was almost over, so she should go back to class. She winced, thinking of hard desks, but quickly put herself together. She was a lone wolf, so she should be tough! Gertie made herself smile.

"Oh, hi, Gertie!" she heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Hi, Lolita," Gertie replied "What's up?"
Lolita suddenly pulled her denim mini-skirt up, revealing her camouflage panties and plump buttocks, fully covered with bruises, which were descending to her upper thighs.
"Psst! Guess who caught cheating at her midterm?" Lolita laughed.
Gertie blushed, clenching her teeth.

Yes, she got caught cheating and got a baker's dozen with a hard wooden paddle for that! And that was really hurt!

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Nein Strokes

The young German woman visited USA. She was walking through the countryside and decided to cut off a corner and walk through someone's land. But she was noticed by the owner, who caught her and started unbuckle his belt, going to punish her for trespassing.

"Nein! Nein!" she exclaimed in horror.
"Well, I was going to give you only five strokes." the man said "but if you insist on nine..."

Yes, she knew she had trespassed and deserved the whipping, so she put her hands on her thighs and pushed her bottom out, hoping that her heavy denim shorts would soften the nine strokes of the belt. She also looked urgently around, embarrassed at the thought that a wandering walker would see her getting whipped. Just then, a large and woolly black dog - a Burnese Mountain Dog - ran behind the hedge. It was such a big  dog she misidentified it, looked at the man, and shouted "Bär!"  
Thinking his luck kept getting better, the man said once again. "Well,  if you insist, you can taking your belting on the bare."