Bad Day for Belinda

...After a few hours, and two dozens of broken mugs, spilled coffee, customers getting angry after their orders have been switched or ignored, coffee being too light or too strong, Norris, the owner of the cafe was cringing: it was definitively the worse waitress he ever seen over the last 30 years, To be fair, he couldn’t remember someone being so clumsy in his entire life. It was literally being caught in a comedy movie.

But things finally reached a point of no return after Belinda spilling a mug of coffee over Mrs Anderson’s pants, and bringing her the wrong order three time, already. Mrs Anderson was a regular customer, and she couldn’t believer how bad Belinda was dealing with her, shrugging like it was nothing.

- My pants! My pants are ruined! The stains will never fade away!!

- How well, not a big deal, they were pretty cheap, not even 300£. No need to make a fuss over that!

Mrs Anderson gasped at the statement, looking at the rude girl in disbelief:

- You’re lucky to not be my daughter you would get a good spanking to teach you some manners!

Norris was watching the whole scene from the other side of the counter and couldn’t believe what just happened: that was it and it was time to take action. Moving from the counter he grabbed Belinda by the earlobe, forcing her down over the table.

- I totally agree! She need a good spanking! And she failed to get one from her parents, I’m gonna do the job!

Mrs Anderson grabbed Belinda’s wrists, pinning her down while Norris lifted her skirt:

- And I will gladly help! Allow me to give you a hand!

To Belinda’s shame, her creamy bottom was revealed, revealing at the same time her lack of panties, making her face flushing in red, a colour soon matched by her bottom.

Customers were gobsmacked by the show being put on. None of them stood up for poor Belinda, remembering how poorly she dealt with them before...

The Spies and the Plans (Alternative ending)

 Livonna and Wolffang continued to argue with one another until the foursome found a cave to spend the rest of night in. By this time, Athanasia had recovered from the horrible ordeal they had all suffered through that day, and was growing weary of listening to those two stupid creatures whining and complaining, and sent them both back out to the woods, to gather a bundle of switches.

    When they returned, the devilish Dame punished the wolf girl first. Seeing how badly battered Livonna’s bottom already was, Athanasia gave her a rare taste of mercy, and chastised her quickly, and with much lighter strokes than she usually delivered to the feral girl. Of course, being as sore as she was, a butterfly landing on her bottom would had felt like the crack of a well oiled whip to her, and she howled and howled.

    While Athanasia hated to ever admit Livonna was ever right about anything, she did agree with what she had claimed earlier. Wolffang probably did alert the dwarves earlier, hoping to see Livonna captured. What a horrible way to behave on your first mission. They all needed to work together. Athanasia decided she would punish the orc until her green apple bottom was even redder than Livonna’s.

    Later, much much later, while Wolffang was dancing in circles, crying uncontrollably, her ass now as red as the Demon’s eyes, Athanasia was trying to decide how to further punish the two sorry girls. She could force them to sit side-by-side, facing the wall of the cave until morning. But where? There was a large rock that would be perfect for that task. Or so she thought until she laid her hand on it. Yes, sitting on that hard rock, when your bottom was covered with welts and blisters would be incredibly painful, but this rock felt damp and cool. That could help to put out the fires she hoped would burn all night. Realizing she still had a bundle of switches in her hand, gave her a fiendish idea, she would spread the switches out on top of the rock and force the two howling hooligans to sit on them until morning. And if they dared to utter another word, or growl or grunt until the sun was rising, she would get Kajira, whose magic was now fully recharged, to roast both of their bottoms with witch fire.

 

The Spies and the Plans

 "So, it's you, the notorious Dame Athanasia?" the greenskin girl sipped a bit beer from her mug, "Well, nice to meet you personally. I'm flattered, that you found me worthy to help you in your 'quests'," she grinned. "But what such a mighty vampiress as you, may need from a humble orcess like me?"

"As I heard, Wolffang, you are an infamous burglar." Dame Athanasia smirked, showing a pair of needle-like fangs. "I need someone with the talents of a burglar. And as I heard, you need some money. I suppose, we may help each other. What do you think?"

Wolffang nervously looked at Dame Athanasia's companions - two fancy girls. A witch and a werewolf. She trembled a bit, but just made a big gulp and nodded. She really needed money. Terrible needed. And she really felt fluttered, when nobody else, but Dame Athanasia herself suggest her a deal. "I'm at your service, milady!".

Livonna, the werewolf, and Kajira, the witch, looked at each other, and she-werewolf chuckled. She didn't like, how easily Wolffang agreed to join their team and was even less happy about how flattering her mistress, Dame Athanasia, was, convincing the orcess to cooperate.

"Let's drink for the success!" said Kajira, raising her mug. Wolffang quickly clinked her mug to witch's. Livonna joined them, still unsure if she is happy or not, that their team got a newbie.

"So, what exactly do you need me for?" asked Wolffang.

"I need to get a map from the dwarves," Dame Athanasia replied. "As I know, it is keeping at their outpost near this town by the dwarven chieftain named Krang. So, I need you to picklock his parlor and get it for me. And then, if you would do this job right, maybe I will even hire you on an ongoing basis." she winked.

Wolffang smiled widely, "Oh, you can rely on me, milady!"

Soon all four young women went out from the tavern. Dame Athanasia stood in front of her carriage and turned to her companions.

"So, we need to get to the outpost before midnight. Turn into the wolf! Quickly!"

Livonna growled. She hated, when Dame Athanasia forced her to turn into her whole wolf-form just to use her as a sled dog or a riding horse. That was just humiliating! And, of course, she had now wish to be that humiliated in front of their new burglar.

"Do you want me to whip all this stupid pride out of you here and now?" asked the vampiress in intimidating voice, "Just turn into the wolf, and lets go! Or I'll make you an example of what happens to those, who dare to talking back to me!"

Livonna growled louder, but resignedly stood on all fours and howled out loud, when her body started completing the change. Few seconds later she turned into a large grey wolf. Vampiress smiled contentedly and harnessed her in the carriage. "Take your sits, ladies!" she commanded to the witch and the orcess, "Here we go! Wolffang, you'll be the coachwoman!"

"With a great pleasure, milady!" Wolffang answered, taking the whip. She really wanted to show her new employer, how loyal and painstaking she could be. And for Livonna it became a literal pain and mostly in her ass right from the start. The orcess was whipping the poor she-werewolf mercilessly all the way to outpost, being sure, that that would make her run as fast, as she could, and in the same time show Dame Athanasia all her diligence.

"Maybe we should ask her to be more gentle to Livonna?" Kajira whispered to Dame Athanasia, "Don't get me wrong, but all this howl can reveal us!"

"There are enough wolves in these woods. What is so strange if one of them would howl a bit more than usual?" vampiress shrugged. "And Livonna is used to this anyway!"

Finally the carriage stopped not so far from the outpost. Dame Athanasia ordered Wolffang to unharness Livonna and turned to Kajira.

"Now hide my carriage with your magic. It better to be here, when we will return with the map," she smiled, "I don't like... Oh, Darkness, what's going on?!"

The witch and the vampiress looked at each other, hearing a loud swearing. "Greenskin bitch! That whip was just to show your status, nothing more!", "Oh, really? The only bitch here is you! You're a mongrel after all! And as a coachwoman I had the right to whip you, to make you move that fat furry ass of yours faster! And now shut up, or I'll give you some more lashing!" "Bitch! I'm gonna cut your heart out with a spoon!" The witch and the vampiress turned around and saw, how the orcess and she-werewolf, who returned to her usual half-human half-beast form and now rubbed the whiplash welts on her plump bottom, angrily stared at each other, almost ready to start a fight. "Shut up you two! What the Darkness is going on here?!" Dame Athanasia shouted. The girls turned to her, still angrily gazing at each other. "This thieving bitch whooped me so bad! There was no reason to strike me so much and so hard! Now I am tired and all in pain!" Livonna complained, pointing at Wolffang. "She was running so slow, that I had no other choice, but give her few strokes with the whip just to encourage!" Wolffang replied. Dame Athanasia shook her head. "Bend over this roadside fence, now!" she shouted. Scared girls mumbled and bent over.

Few seconds later a loud swishing of a riding crop and a girlish screaming could be heard far away around. "You two better to keep in mind, that I will not tolerate any misbehaviour, when it comes to my plans! Your stupid rivalry can wait, until we will get the map! Am I making myself clear?" Dame Athanasia spoken in stern voice giving her companions's upturned bottoms a stinging stroke of the crop at each word. She didn't stopped, until they both started weeping bitterly, apologising, begging for mercy and promising, that they won't start any arguing again. Satisfied, the vampiress threw the crop into the carriage and turned to the witch, who was still gazing at their now very sore and sorry companions. She-werewolf and orcess rubbed their now very sore bottoms, angrily looking at each other, but too scared of another punishment to continue their quarrel. It was quite obvious, that each of them is pretty sure, that it is her opponent's fault, that they got this whipping.

In the dark of the night four girls sneaked up to the dwarven outpost and stood under the high wall. Dame Athanasia turned to her companions. "Now let's split. Kajira, you would climb on the wall with me. We will watch, if someone would patrolling the courtyard. And you two," she nodded to Livonna and Wolffang, "You will get into the parlor and get the map! Hurry!"

All the girls took each other by the hand and Kajira whispered a spell. Suddenly they just got off the ground and levitated at the top of the wall. Livonna and Wolffang nimbly got down onto the courtyard, while Kajira and Athansia stayed.

Livonna and Wolffang looked at each other angrily. "Don't even dare to think, that you can just overstep me!" she-werewolf growled, "One wrong move, and I'll familiarize you with my claws and teeth much closely, than you would ever wish!". Orcess nodded. She really wanted to impress her new employer, so she wasn't happy about her wolfish partner at all. Especially after the spanking she received because of her. And now this hairy beast could ruin all her performance! She couldn't let it happen. And while Livonna was sniffing the air and looking around for guards and shadows, Wolffang was looking for any trap she could kick her partner in crime into. And finally she noticed one. So she pushed the button and quickly stepped into shadows, while unsuspecting Livonna was crawling near the wall to the nearest door.

Suddenly the loud tocsin thundered over the outpost, and right from the ground a tall metal figure appeared. The automaton - tireless and relentless dwarven guardian. An enchanted mechanism. It detect the she-werewolf quickly and figured out a solution even quicker. Wolffang hurried to climb back over the wall, watching, how the metal guardian caught Livonna by her bushy tail and raised her rear end high in the air, while raising a whip by it's other hand. The she-werewolf howled in fear and struggled, but all was useless. Powerful machine easily kept her in position. The first crack of the whip blowed over the outpost, and the wolfish howl became much more moanful.

The dwarves quickly appeared from the casern and stood up, looking, how their mechanical guard was dealing with the intruder. Livonna was squirming and howling, wagging her plump buttocks, which were turning more and more red and sore under the strokes of the whip. She could not escape, she was trapped. Dame Athanasia, Kajira and Wolffang hided in shadows over the wall, watching their companion's terrible fate. And the dwarves were just enjoying the unexpected show, not noticing the girls on the wall.

"Very impressive!" said a mighty dwarf in armour with a chieftain regalia, "These automatons really are just perfect guardians! I suppose we don't need to interrupt this!" he laughed and then turned to his adjutant, "Well, since we got an intruder here, I suppose I'd better to bring the map to the more safer place. To the city, I think. Get my carriage ready in the morning! We're leaving at the dawn!". "Should I command our Best soldiers to prepare to marsh?" the adjutant asked. "No way! The guarded carriage would look much more suspicious. It would be just like we're saying 'Dear bandits, here is something valuable! Would you like to come and check it?'. No. Just me and you, my boy."

He had no idea, that three pair of a very sharp ears were catching every his word. Dame Athanasia smirked. "Well, this will be even better! We will just rob this priggish dwarf right in his travel! Alright, girls, let's get out of here!". "And what about Livonna?" Kajira asked carefully. "We can't help without being noticed anyway," the vampiress shrugged, "Let's hope, she'll get away and join us later." "Yes! After all, this is her own fault, that she got in such a position!" Wolffang nodded. Kajira gave her a look full of suspicion, but said nothing. The girls were preparing to levitate down, when the skirt of the witch's mantle suddenly stuck between the bricks. "Oh, Darkness! Not now!" the witch cursed, trying to free her clothes. Probably she said that a bit too loud, or stand out from the shadows for a second, but the automaton surely noticed the intruders over the wall. It couldn't do anything to catch them or warn the dwarves about them without scaring them away, so it choose the simplest decision. And automaton just spun poor howling Livonna like a throwing hammer and threw her right into her partners in crime, striking them all from the wall.

Screaming, the girls fell right into the river, and before they could come to their senses, the rough river carried them away.

Far away from the outpost, where the river slowly became wider and gentler, the girls, all soaking wet and deadly exhausted, finally could get to the shoal.

"Ugh! My beautiful dress!" Wolffang lamented, "And all because of this clumsy stupid mutt!" she looked at Dame Athanasia, being almost sure, that the vampiress will allow her to punish her rival. "Because of me?!" Livonna wept, "It was you, wasn't it? You activated that damned machine!" she growled. Dame Athanasia, who was even more angry, but too tired to punish anyone, just shouted: "Shut up you two! You both screwed up and now we are in the middle of nowhere, wet, hungry and with empty pockets! If you will continue this stupid arguing, Kajira would sent your stupid asses on fire literally! Kajira, dear, would you?" the vampiress looked at the witch. Kajira, who lost her mantle, but somehow kept her hat just nodded. She also was too exhausted to use any powerful magic, but she was pretty sure, that her partners in crime couldn't knew that. And Livonna and Wolffang gasped in fear, shutting their mouths.

It were still few hours before the dawn, so the girls just set up a camp right at the river side. They build a fire and hung their clother over a tree branch to dry them out. Livonna just lied down on the grass, sobbing and weeping. Her bottom was dark red and badly welted after the whopping she got from the automaton. Her partners in crime sat near her. Dame Athanasia looked at her companions.

"Well, I didn't got the map, but all is not lost yet!" she said, "As we know, the dwarven chieftain would make a travel to a dwarven city nearby. Without any guards. A perfect victim! I'm recognizing this part of the river, so I know, where we are!" she gave weeping Livonna an annoyed gaze, "Stop sobbing! How dare you to interrapt me! Kajira, please, do something to make this she-wolf shut up!" Kajira nodded and took a bowl of a river water. She whispered a spell and pour it out over Livonna's terrible sore buttocks. "I was never good in healing magic, and now I'm surely not in my best shape, but this should help even a little bit," she whispered to she-werewolf.

And while the witch was trying to relieve the she-werewolf's suffering, the vampiress continued the explanation of her new plan. "There is an inn not so far away. The most important thing is that it is the only inn for a miles around. Krang would have no choice, but stop there to have a rest! And there we will get him and the map! Damned! Livonna, if you won't stop these annoying moanings, I surely will give you a good switching!"

Pool Rules

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! What do you think you are doing?! AUA!!!"

"Being in pool without flip-flops and bathing cap is strictly forbidden, Miss! And I want to make that clear not just for you, but for everyone, who would see you in swimsuit!"

Snowfall Takes a Midnight Ride

    Snowfall, a young white wolf with sea green eyes and a fiery mane, was running for home. She had just realized she had accidentally wandered onto the estate of the wicked witch, Vonda Von Hoven. She had seen the results of what had happened to the other members of her pack, who had been caught here by that sadistic witch. Had seen them come howling home, with their bottoms so badly blistered they couldn’t sit on their haunches for the rest of the week.
    She had almost made it to the river that ran along the boundary of the Von Estate Estate, when she heard something swooping down out of the jet black night, like a hungry hawk, and felt herself being snatched up by the base of her tail, high up into the chilly night air. Looking fearfully behind her, she saw she was a prisoner of the very woman she feared the most tonight. Vonda Von Hoven was now flying high above the tree line, on her broom, with Snowfall dangling by her tail, beside her.
    The witch smiled evilly at the werewolf, “Will you dogs never learn? You’re forbidden to hunt on my lands. Why can’t you stay in the woods, where you belong?”
    Snowfall, seeing the trees, so far below, apologized to Vonda, “I’m sorry. I accidentally traveled unto your estate, and was hurrying home as quickly as I could, once I realized I was on forbidden lands.”
    The witch laughed a laugh as cold as the freezing wind, blowing in from the East, “But not nearly quick enough. I can see the filthy cave you curs call a home from here, should I release you now, so you can return there?”
    “Please, don’t kill me,” the white wolf pleaded,  “I promise I’ll never set another paw on your property.”
       Vonda answered the wolf girl disdainfully, “What good is the word of a wolf? You creatures need to learn to obey your betters. And I know the only way to teach you to do that, is forcefully. I believe I need to teach you a lesson tonight, one you’ll never forget. A long, painful lesson. Do you agree with me, that that is the only way you’ll ever learn to follow my rules, my pretty little bitch?”
      Snowfall, her mind flooded with the memories of seeing the crimson, burning bottoms of her sisters who had also been taught a “lesson” by this sinister seer, answered fearfully, “ Yes, Ma’am. You may do with me as you will, but please don’t drop me.”
     “That’s a good girl”, Vonda said, “I’m going to place you across my broom now. But I warn you, if you try to bite me or claw me, when I’m disciplining you, you may fall. To your death.”
   “I’ll behave myself”, the werewolf said, shaking with fear, an emotion that always warmed the cockles of the wicked witch’s cold black heart, “ Why do you tremble so, Girl? Is it from the cold, so high up here in the sky, on a freezing winter night? Well, you’re in luck, then, I’m going to build  you a fire to ward off the winter’s chill. A blazing, blistering hot fire, that will rage for hours. But what shall I use to ignite this blaze?”
     The witch considered her choices, trying to decide what would be the most painful, before a bundle of birches magically appeared in her right hand.
     “Yes, I believe this will do nicely.”

   In the tiny village, resting far below the airborne witch and her prey, a farmer’s wife was trying to awaken her sleeping husband, “Listen, Leland, I hear something most strange.”
    Wiping the sleep from his eyes, the farmer replied sleepily, “ Tis merely a wolf. Howling in the woods. What is so strange about that? We hear those creatures every night.”    
   Walking to the window, the farmer’s wife looked up at the full moon, before replying to that question, “True, my dear husband, most nights we do hear the wolves hunting in yonder woods. But this wolf sounds like it’s flying across the sky.”

The Morning After

    The sun is just beginning to rise, when a young exchange student from Germany is attempting to sneak into the window of the bedroom her host family in America is letting her stay in. The girl is completely naked, her hair a mess and her hands and feet are covered in mud. Her bedroom is so dark she doesn’t notice Mister Robin Redden, the owner of the house, is standing by her bed, with a large oval hairbrush in his hand, until she hears her shout angrily, “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT, YOUNG LADY, AND WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?”
   Shocked, the girl tells her the truth, “ I …I do not know where my clothes are.”
   That reply makes Mr. Redden even angrier, “ You don’t know? I know you’re not seeing anybody here in America, so I can only assume you left them at a total stranger’s house, then?”
  “No, it was not like THAT.”, the girl says, “ I left them … in the woods.”
    “IN THE WOODS?”, Robin says, shocked, “ You mean you were running around in the woods … in the middle of the night … completely naked … like some wild animal?”
     Feeling ashamed, the girl decides to tell Mr. Redden her deep dark secret, “ I am an animal. I am …. a werewolf.”
   Instead of being shocked, the girl is surprised to find Robin laughing at her confession, “REALLY? That’s the most believable lie you can think up?”
       With her hands on her hips, the girl pouts, “ But it is true! I am a werewolf.”
   Fed up with what she assumes is a pack of lies, Robin forces the German girl across his lap, “Well, lucky for you, then, this hairbrush is made out of wood, and not silver. I know only silver can hurt a werewolf, so if what you say is true, this spanking shouldn’t hurt you a bit”, Robin says, rising the brush high above his head.
    As the spanking begins, the girl tries to explain how being a werewolf works, “That is only when  the full moon is out … AUTSCH!!! .. and I am a wolf … AU!!! … when I am like I am now … AUA!!! … spankings hurt … AU!!! AU!!! AU!!! … A LOT!”

   “Good,” Robin says, as he rains down one fiery swat after another on the girl’s bare bottom, “I want this to hurt. A LOT! This is what you deserve for sneaking out all night … to who knows where .. and then expecting me to believe that fairy tale you just told me.”
   As the morning sunlight spills into the German girl’s bedroom, the room grows brighter, and so does her bottom, until it’s glowing. And burning. When Robin finally decides the wolf girl’s bottom is the proper shade he was aiming for, fire engine red, he releases her, and she begins to hop around the room, rubbing her scorching backside, which causes Robin to laugh, “Are you sure you’re a werewolf? The way you’re hoping around you look more like a wererabbit. Now, go stand in the corner, until I make us breakfast. And after we eat, if you still won’t tell where you really were last night, you’ll find yourself back across my lap, do I make myself clear, young lady?”
   Heading towards the corner, with tears streaming down her pretty face, the girl says, “Yes, Herr. And thank you for making me breakfast, I’m awfully hungry. But, if it’s OK with you, can I eat my breakfast standing up?”
   Slamming the door as he leaves the room, Robin says, “ HELL NO!”

Annabella and the Witch

    Hearing what sounded like someone being spanked, apparently mercilessly, based on the victim’s squeals of pain, Izzy, a bat as white as a unicorn’s mane, knew his mistress must be “visiting” her maids’ quarters. Flying there, he found his mistress, Vonda Von Hoven, a ravishing witch with locks as black as sin and bewitching violet eyes, with her newest maid, Annabella, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde, laying across her lap. Annabella’s big, beautiful bottom was bare, and was currently Izzy’s favorite color, blood red.

   “Ah, a job well done, my mistress. That pretty maid must feel like she’s sitting on red hot coals.”, the bat squeaked.

   Resting her right hand on Annabella’s plump posterior, Vonda had to agree with the bat’s assessment, her subordinate’s bottom was blazing hot. But not nearly hot enough to suit Vonda. Oh no, not yet. Giving Izzy a angry look, the devil dancing in her eyes, the witch snarled, “You know I hate to be interrupted when I’m disciplining a naughty maid. Do you wish to be next?”

   Having felt his mistress’s heavy hand before, fear gripped the little bat’s heart. He hoped the news he flew there to tell her, would ease her ire. “Please forgive me, my mistress. But I saw a werewolf, hunting on your lands.”

   Since the night a starving werewolf had killed one of her prized peacocks, Vonda had vowed to punish, most brutally, any werewolf who dared to set a paw on the Von Hoven Estate. “Damn dirty devils! Sorry, Annabella, I must cut your spanking short. But don’t worry, I believe I still have time to give you the caning I promised you. Please be a dear and hop off of my lap and bend over. And remember, I warned you what would happen if you dared to touch your bottom before I  give you my permission to do so.”

   Once the weeping wreck of a girl was in position, Vonda’s cane gave Annabella’s boiling bottom six fiery kisses, causing wicked welts to spring forth, like tiny ridges raising out of a sea of red hot hot lava. Vonda had placed the final three strokes across the bottom of the blonde’s swollen butt cheeks, assuring Annabella would be in excruciating pain every time she attempted to sit down for the rest of the week, knowing full well, she would be assigning the maid’s chores that would require her to do just that.

   Admiring her handiwork, the witch told her maid, “And that, young lady, is what happens to disobedience maids, who go into rooms I’ve warned you, you were  forbidden to enter. Did this … discussion convince you I was serious when I gave you that order, or do I have to continue this lesson when I return?”

   Annabella, mascara streaming down her pretty face, shouted, “ Yes, Mistress Von Hoven, I understand. I’ll never, never disobey you again!” Men were forever finding reasons to spank Annabella’s big bottom. Lawmen and highway men, priests and sinners, judges and scallywags , but no one had ever spanked her as throughly as Vonda Von Hoven. Her magic right hand had left Annabella’s ample ass-cheeks sizzling, and as red as Eve’s apple. And the six stories of her cane that followed the spanking, had only added fuel to the fires already raging all across her burning bottom.

  Please with Annabella’s response, Vonda gave her permission to rise. Amused, the bat and the witch both watched Annabella dance about her bedroom, like a voodoo priestess trying to summon a loa, with her hands plastered to her head, like Vonda had instructed her to. But when Annabella saw Vonda turn her back to her, to ask her familiar for directions to where he had seen the trespassing werewolf, the urge to rub her bottom was too great for her, and she risked a quick rub.

    But she wasn’t quick enough, Vonda’s witchy ways alerted her to her maid’s disobedience, and she caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. Or, to be more exact, with her trembling hand on her deep red and roasting rear. 

     “I warned you, Annabella, what would happen if you rubbed your bottom before I gave you permission to, so I can only assume, you’re hungry for another spanking. Well, I’m sorry, my sweet, I must fly. But fear not, Izzy will be more than happy to give you your heart’s desire.”

    Annabella was relieved to hear that turn of events. She never wanted to feel Vonda’s hand on her bottom again. Especially as sore as she was right now. But spanked by a wee bat? How bad could that be? The flapping of his tiny wings may even create a cooling breeze that would help to fan out the flames dancing all across her derrière.

    Annabella’s relief was short lived, as she watched the Von Hoven witch recite a weird incantation, in some long dead tongue, and watched Izzy transform into some unholy union of man and bat. He stood over six feet tall, as pale as the driven snow with eyes as red as Annabella’s ass, and huge wings like some sort of demon. He smiled at Annabella sinisterly, revealing long sharp fangs. But what sent a chill down Annabella’s spine, all of the way down to her burning bottom, was the bat creature’s powerful arms …

    And his big strong hands.

To be continued...