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.