Always Necessary

*Sniff* "But Herr Mason, maybe this is not that necessary?" *Sniff*

"It is, Miss Krüger. Punishment spanking is always necessary! You have two options - accepting this punishment and keeping your job, or accepting this punishment and dismissal. And pull your panties down! The cane should strike your bare buttocks! This is also very necessary!"

Unavoidable Showdown

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!! Damn you, Molly! AUTSCH!!!"

"You'd better watch your mouth, Belinda! At least, if you won't finding yourself in such a place everytime we're meeting! And for this time, I think, I'll double the number of strokes you deserved for loosing our showdown!"

"AUTSCH!!! Nein! AUTSCH!!!"

"Oh, even nine more? With a great pleasure!"

Kitchen Woes

"AU!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Stop this! AUA!!!"

"No way, Miss Krüger! When I hired you as a cooky, I expected you know how to cook! But since your concoction is just awful, you should not be surprised to find yourself in such a position!"

Rough Morning

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Don't you like it, mademoiselle? Is it nicely, when somebody's disturbing your sleep?! Parting all night long and going sleep only in morning, ha? And I because of you couldn't sleep all night! And now I have no choice, but go to work! So, I think it would be fair if I'll whip your naughty German derrière hard enough to make you unable to sleep for a while!"

Cost of the Knowlege

 

“Are you still thinking, it’s a good idea, milady?” she-werewolf asked, wriggling nervously “Last time we came here…” she gasped.

“Shut your cowardly mouth!” the vampiress replied “I really need these books, and I’ll get them by all means! And don’t you dare whining about your roasted backside again! I don’t care, how many time you’ll got your stupid ass send on fire again, if that’ll move me closer to success!”

She-werewolf growled in anger, but said nothing. She was almost sure that this new raiding of the dragon’s lair won’t end well for them. Especially for her. Last time she was the one who got her poor bottom not just mercilessly whipped by dragon’s tale, but the dragon also roasted it with his flame. It took more than a week before she could just sit down again after that. And now she and her vampire companion returned into the dragon’s lair to try their luck again.

The lair was looking empty and the treasures were just right where they were the last time two adventurers walked in. Vampiress smiled.

"Excellent! Just excellent! Easy as pie! Now let’s take the books, and skedaddle!”

No sooner said than done. Girls grabbed the magic books quickly, but before they even turned around, they heard a familiar growing voice and heavy steps.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” the dragon asked, smiling “You two returned for another thrashing, didn’t you?” he exhaled some smoke right in the scared girls faces, making them cough. “Or do you want me to burn you both right here and now? Explain yourselves! Quickly!”

“Well, your mightiness, maybe we can make arrangements?” the vampiress asked carefully “Maybe these books aren’t very important for you? Maybe I can pay you for them, or we can discuss some other exchange?”

The dragon laughed.

“Stupid creature! Just look around!” he said “Don’t you see? I already have all I want! And even more! You can’t suggest anything to me, I couldn’t get by myself!” his eyes jumped from vampiress to her werewolf companion and back “Again - what have we here? A haughty and arrogant undead creature, who behaves herself, just like she already rules the world. And some time ago a proud, but now almost broken beast, who is tamed well enough to take all the injustice from her mistress, like a lamb. Well, I guess, we can make a deal!”

“Just name your price!” the vampiress said impatiently.

“It’s simple” the dragon replied “I want to see how the last will be the first and the first will be the last! I want to see how pride will turn into humility and a losel will return her dignity! If you really want these books, undead girl, you must step your vanity on it’s throat! Now bare your haughty bottom lay over your beasty friend’s lap and prepare to learn a lesson of humility!”

“What?!” the vampiress shouted. She was shocked.

“You heard what I said!” the dragon replied “Right now you will lay over your wolfish friend’s lap and she’ll give you a lesson, you won’t forget soon! And if you’ll insult her or command her to stop, or threaten her anyhow, or if she won’t give you a proper lesson, I’ll whip you both again and now roast rumps to both of you! Are you getting my point?” he exhaled some more smoke.

Both girls just nodded. She-werewolf looked at her vampire companion with a strange smile, full of fright and courage at the same time. She didn't even dare to dream of revenge, and now she got her chance. The vampiress stepped her foot and gasped in anger, but she knew she had no other choice. So she bared her alabaster bottom and lied down over she-werewolf’s knee. She-werewolf carefully looked in her eyes then at the dragon and finally raised her palm. Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by a cry as the pawn-like palm came down hard on the vampiress's bottom. Spank after spank, she-werewolf hardly tried to make herself not laugh at her mistress’s discomfort. She was really enjoying finally being on top. Her heavy hand was rising again and again, striking the vampiress's bottom without any mercy. The vampiress bitten her lips again and again, trying not to command she-werewolf to stop. She was really upset and humiliated at being put over her servant’s knee for such an unladylike punishment, but she could do nothing about this. Her cheeks blushed, her eyes quickly became full of tears, and very soon she started just crying like a little girl. She wanted to plan some revenge, but all she could think about were pain and humiliation. Humiliation worse than even death.

When the vampiress was pretty sure that she’ll die in shame, the dragon finally opened his mouth.

“Yes! That’s what I wanted to see for a very long time!” he laughed “You wanted the knowledge, undead girl. But knowledge has its price. You just paid yours. Now grab these books and get out from my lair, before I had changed my mind!” he exhaled some more smoke.

Pulling her pants up very quickly, ignoring how sore her freshly spanked bottom was, the vampiress nodded to she-werewolf. Few seconds later they both were already running away, clutching the books they came for.

Few hours later both girls arrived at their lair. Still trying not to show that she’s in pain, the vampiress took the books from she-werewolf’s paws and put them on a bookrack, leaving just one. Then she, moaning and wriggling in pain, stripped naked and lay on the floor.

“Well, at least I finally got some of the books I need!” she said “That's worth it all!” she turned to her werewolf companion ““Now bring here my healing lotion! And quickly!”

She-werewolf smirked, but resignedly brought a big bowl of the lotion and started carefully putting it over her companion’s sore parts.

“So, this is the beginning!” the vampiress smiled through the tears “In these books surely should be some instructions, how to make an immemorial artifact to make it tractable to my will! The first step to change the Paddle of Destiny into the Paddle of Doom! Ow!!! Be more careful, you!”

“I am sorry, milady!” she-werewolf said calmly, hardly hiding a wicked smile.

“Our next step is again the Royal library! And I hope you won’t let me down again! Ouch!!! Be gentle, you beast!”

“I’m sorry, milady, but I have only paws…”

 

Story inspired by Kalidwen's game Elven Kingdom (which you may found here - https://kalidwen.itch.io/elven-kingdom)

Big Mistake

"Hold still, bitch! Let James introduce this slutty German ass of yours to traditional American wooden paddle! James, please, make this German bitches remember good, what happens to the sluts, who're stupid enough to flirting with husbands in front of their wives in good old USA!"

Teacher Learns a Lesson

 “Quiet down, please!” the teacher said to the class. The boys stopped chatting as they saw the pile of papers that she was holding.

“Are these our tests, Miss?” a boy named Ryan asked.

“They are. Now, please take a purple pen and go through the annotations as I hand them.”

There was a rustle as the boys dutifully looked into their pencil-cases for the necessary pen. As post-16 students in one of the top grammar schools in the country, all of them were used to weekly tests, and needed little reminder of what to do. Discipline and behavior had never been an issue.

“Got it!” Ryan said, holding his pen up. “First?” he looked around. “Boys, always competitive…” Miss Krüger thought.

With a tut, she put the paper down on the boy’s desk. He gasped.

“What is this?” he asked.

“That is your test, Ryan,” she said.

“I can see that, but it seems you’ve given me a… C minus?”

“Indeed, Ryan, that is quite disappointing… Did you revise before this one?”

“Of course I revised,” he said with a frown. “Not that I needed to, this was ridiculously easy. There must be a mistake.”

There was a snicker behind him. “Is that a C, Ryan?” another boy asked.

“No way!” Ryan said, “Miss has made a mistake.”

She huffed. “There is no mistake! I do not make mistakes. Maybe you need to reconsider the amount of effort you should put into your wok, young man.”

Ryan frowned and turned the page, quickly scanning through the answers. Miss Krüger gave the next boy his test.

“Miss!” Ryan called.

“Not now, Ryan,” she replied tersely, and kept handing out the tests.

“Hey, Ryan!” the boy behind him called, “Look, an A!”

“A plus!” another called out.

“Quiet, boys…” the teacher warned.

“But Miss!” Ryan called again.

“That is enough, young man!” she snapped. “I can see that you are disappointed with your grade, but it is merely a result of your own complacency. No one else in the class is complaining. In fact, no one else did quite as bad! Maybe next time you will check your work before handing it in, and make sure that you did not make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly, yes? Now I do not want to hear one more word about it, understood, Ryan?”

Ryan frowned.

“Ryan?” she asked again.

“Yes, Miss… But…”

“Not another word! I’d rather not have to discipline you. Though if I am honest with you, a result like that should be reason enough for a good spanking!”

There was a OoooooOooooh from the other boys. It had been a long time since any corporal punishment had been needed, and Miss Krüger was well fit. More than one boy had dreamed of being pulled over her lap… or the opposite.

She looked at the rest of the class and lifted a finger in warning. “That is quite enough, boys. You only have twenty minutes to do your corrections, then the lesson is over. And as for you, Ryan, I would use my time wisely if I were you and try to understand what went wrong so it does not happen again.”

For the next ten minutes, only the rustling of papers and pens could be heard. As the minutes ticked by, Ryan’s frown only deepened, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and rose his hand.

“Miss?” he asked.

Sat at her desk, she slapped it with the tip of her fingers and rolled her eyes. “I thought I made myself clear, young man?”

“Yes, but can I show you something, Miss, please?”

“Yes, yes, if there is something you do not understand, I can help you, of course.”

“Poor little Ryan can’t even correct the mistakes himself…” said a voice behind him. 

More snickers behind his back, and Ryan felt his cheeks blush in shame and anger.

“Shut up!” he said, turning around.

“Ryan!” Miss Krüger said.

“But Miss!”

“I have had quite enough of your attitude, young man!” she hissed. “I think you and I are going to have a talk at lunch.”

More ooohs and aaahs.

“But you got it wrong!” he said, “Look!”

He held his test up.

“You’ve marked each question as if it were the next,” he continued. “See? The first one here? It’s correct, right? And this one, look? It goes A, C, D, but you circled A, C, D on the next one. And then the next, and then the next!”

Miss Krüger snatched the paper off his hand and started leafing through it, blushing. “I-I…” she stammered.

“Well?” Ryan asked.

“I think…” she started.

“Did he get it right?” one of the boys asked.

“Legend!” another yelled from the back.

“It’s all correct, isn’t it, Miss?” Ryan asked with a smile.

“Y-yes… It appears so…”

“So what you’re saying is…” Ryan continued, grabbing his chair and dragging it in front of the desks. “What you’re saying is that you made a silly mistake?”

“I… Hum, well…” she stuttered again.

“Are you telling me you didn’t check your work before handing it in?” he grinned, “I think you’re the one who needs a lesson, Miss…”

The other boys in the room were gleefully looking at her, arms crossed, a smile on their face. One of them, Ian, went to the door and casually leaned against it. A few already had their phones out.

“I do not know what you are saying, Ryan, but…”

“What I’m saying, Miss, is that we expect a high standard of work from you, just as you do from us. That’s only fair, right?”

“Yes. Ich-I suppose?”

“And you said it yourself, such silly mistakes are reason enough for a good spanking.”

“I… Did I say that? I… Hum..."

“You said it, Miss…” said another student with a wry smile.

“Yup, you did,” chirped another.

“What’s my grade?” Ryan asked.

“A… A plus…” Miss Krüger said, hesitantly.

“What was it out of? The marks?”

“One… One hundred and ten…”

Ryan looked around with a grin. “What do you think, guys? One hundred and ten, sounds fair?”

All of them nodded, some of them mouthing “Yeah!”

“I… I do not think that is appropriate…” Miss Krüger tried, but Ryan was already pulling her over his lap.

Quickly, he landed a series of slaps over her dress. It was clingy enough that he could see the patter of her lacy panties underneath. As she wriggled and protested, he held her firmly in place and only spanked her harder, encouraged by his classmates, several of which were pointing their phones at them.

“Maybe next time you won’t be so quick to dismiss questions, Miss?” he said with a grin, and kept landing hard, open-palmed smacks on her curvy ass.

“Aua!” she yelped in pain, “Please! You have made your point!”

“Lift her dress!” one of the boys called. Many others approved. Not one to disappoint his audience, Ryan quickly pulled it up, revealing a white pair of lace knickers under which creamy-white plump buttocks were turning pink. After a second of admiring the view, he went back to work, much to the delight of the other boys. As more slaps poured down, Miss Krüger was blushing from both ends, and tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. She was begging and crying out with every other slap, knowing that a classful of boys were staring at her rear, and that a frilly pair of lacy lingerie was all that protected her dignity —the little of it she had left, anyway.

“Have you been counting, Miss?” Ryan asked as his hand hit her wobbling bottom once more.

“Aua! C-counting?”

“The one hundred and ten slaps?”

“W-what?”

Ryan tutted and shook his head, “Were you not paying attention, Miss? I thought the task was quite clear… Such a silly mistake… Should we start again at one, then?”

“Nein-no! Please! Ryan!”

He nodded to another boy. “Joe. How many?”

“Sixty four,” the other boy said.

“See? We do pay attention, don’t we miss?”

“Y-yes, Ich-I am sorry!”

“You said it yourself, you should make sure that you don’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly…”

“Yes… I am sorry… I…”

“Only forty three to go!” Joe said with a grin.

“No, please!” she moaned.

“Oh yes…” Ryan said with a grin, “But first…”

Pinning her arm behind her back. he grabbed her panties and slowly, almost delicately pulled them down to her thighs, revealing bright red, clenched cheeks. She kicked her legs in protest, but there was nothing the could do. There was palpable excitement in the room, and none of the boys said anything, as if stunned by the view. Big, ugly tears were running down Miss Krüger’s cheeks and she screw her eyes shut.

A sudden massive slap made her open them wide again, and she cried out in pain and surprise.

“How many more?” Ryan asked.

“Forty two!” she moaned.

“Well done!” he said and slapped her ass again. And again, and again.

“T-ten!” she sniffled a few minutes later.

“N-nine…”

“Autsch! Eiiight!”

“Se-e-ven!”

“Six! Six! Aua!”

“Fiiive!”

“F-four, please…”

“Three…”

“Two-Aua!”

“One! One!”

He held his hand high. “Anything you want to tell us, Miss?”

“Ich… I…”

“Will you make any more silly mistakes?”

“No! No! I will check my work! I will not make silly mistakes again! Please!”

Just as the final slap landed, the bell went off.

Ryan let his teacher go and got up.

“There you go lads, class dismissed!” he said. Behind him, one hand on her desk, Miss Krüger was rubbing her red, painful, punished bottom.

Tiger and Wolfess

 

Gossip Girl

"AUA!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"And when I'll done with you, you'll call Jim and confess, that all you told about me is a lie! And you'd better think twice before fling dirt about me ever again, since I'll have the photos of this well spanked German ass and this snotty tear-stained face of yours in my phone!"

An Exhibit

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!!"

"Well, Miss, for trying to immortalize your name by  scratching it on the 15th century town hall's wall, you will become a part of exhibit! You will stay just like this until the clock will strike!"

Tame the Tiger