The Curse of The She-Werewolf

Livonna finally stopped howling and just lay down, feeling how the raindrops were flow down her wool. She had no idea, where to go or even what to do. So long she was a loyal servant to Dame Athanasia, but now she was free once again, and she had no idea what to do with this freedom. All alone, not need to anyone, betrayed and broken - a lone wolf, but not proud and independent, as they almost always were shown in the old books. She sighed. Long time ago she wasn't Dame Athanasia's lap dog. She was a monster that was hunting in the night. But she wasn't born as a werewolf...

When Livonna was telling her past to Falaen, she didn't lying. Almost. Of course, she didn't tell him many things about herself, but the main part was true - she was raised in a family from a lower-class, so she never had any chance to get a proper education. But she always loved studying even while she had almost no time and money for that.

When she grew up she had no choice but to find any job, so she left her ancestral home and moved to a nearby town, where she became a waitress in a tavern. Almost all the money she was earning again and again went towards food and rent, but she always tried to by a new book, when she had a chance. And one day she spent her money to a book instead from paying her rent in time, hoping that her landlord won't notice that before the weekend, when she was sure she will be able to pay.

At the next morning Livonna was preparing to go to work, when the door of her cheep flat suddenly swung open with a loud crash, and a tall robust man appeared at the threshold.

"Livonna Grau! Where are you planning to go, I wonder?" he shouted. "Did you forgot, what a day was yesterday? If so, I'll be happy to remind you!" he struck a thick leather strap over his palm.

Livonna gulped nervously.

"Oh, master Codogno! Good day!" she curtsy. "No, I didn't forget anything! I just was short on money, so I hoped, that you will give me a little delay. Just three or four days more, and I will pay you for my flat."

Codogno frowned.

"I don't need your stupid excuses! I need my money. And I warned you several times - if you need some delay, warn me in good time! I have every right to throw you out right now!"

Livonna looked at him pleadingly.

"Please, no, master Codogno! I will pay you right at this weekend! I swear!"

Codogno shook his head and took Livonna by her arm.

"You'll pay me right here and now, or you can start looking for a new flat immediately!" he dragged her to the door.

"Please, I am sorry! I will pay you, I promise! I just don't have enough money right now! But I will pay you as soon as I'll have! I promise!"

Codogno dragged the girl out from the flat and stopped, frowning.

"Well, maybe I can give you a little delay."

Livonna sighed in relief. But before she could say anything, Codongo continued: "I will pay me this evening, or I will throw you out. And I don't care, if you have nowhere to go, wench! And right now I'll give you some stimulus not to forget our deal!" he lifted her skirt and raised the strap.

Codongo had a very heavy hand. Livonna was jumping and hopping in place at each stroke of the strap across her bare buttocks, bawling and screaming in pain and desperation. She wanted to run away, but she knew very well, that in this case Codongo surely will just throw all her things out from the flat like a garbage.

"And this will be an example for all of my tenants - if any of you will overdue rent or will try to cheat on it, I will show you no mercy." every his word was followed by a heavy stroke of the strap, making poor Livonna scream and weep in pain. When Codongo finally stopped, she continued jumping and hopping in place, just like she was dancing a kind of war dance, for a few more minutes, rubbing her terrible sore bottom.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! I am sorry, master Codongo! I will pay you this evening! I promise! I swear! Ow! My poor bottom! Boohoo!!!!" Livonna wept bitterly.

Codongo nodded, still frowning.

"And if you won't pay the rent this evening, I'll give you another walloping and throw you out! Is that clear?"

"Crystal clear... Ouch!" Livonna finally stopped her dance of pain and lowered her skirt, still rubbing her bottom.

Codongo nodded and walked away, leaving tearful girl alone.

With a very sore bottom under her skirt and restless restless thoughts in her head Livonna had difficulty remembering customers' orders. Usually she had no troubles with them and was always getting a good tips, but this day she was lucky, that no one wanted to complain. And the worst thing was the fact, that she had almost no chance to get the money she was need so much before the evening. She was almost desperate, but suddenly she got an idea.

A new customer, Reginald Front-de-Bœuf, baron of Finsterwood, ordered "Shadowbanish" one of the most expensive wine the tavern ever got. Livonna went to the wine cellar and pour some wine from a barrel with the wine the baron ordered and some wine from a barrel with one of the most cheap wine in the tavern. She sniffed and tasted from both portions and shrugged.

"I don't seen almost any difference... Maybe the baron also won't notice, if I'll replace the wine he wants with this cheap wine? And then I'll finally get the money I need!" she thought, feeling the jug with the cheap wine.

Livonna put the order in front of the baron and moved to the next customers. Time to time she sneaked a peek at Front-de-Bœuf, but he was just enjoying his meal. The sneaky waitress was almost sure, that her little mischief managed well, but suddenly the baron called for her.

"Excuse me, girl, but what is this?" he asked in annoyed voice, pointing at his goblet.

"'Shadowbanish', milord," Livonna curtsy. "Just as you ordered."

"Don't play games with me, wench!" the baron replied more annoyed. "I know very well, what an excellent taste 'Shadowbanish' has. And this is surely not 'Shadowbanish'! Call the innkeeper! Now! I have few questions for him!"

Of course Livonna's little trickery was quickly found out. Baron of Finsterwood was furious and insisted, that dastard girl should be punished for her villainy. Livonna tried to talk herself out of trouble, saying that she just mixed up the barrels when she was pouring the wine, but nobody listened her. The innkeeper said the bartender to drag the guilty waitress into the cellar, where they striped her out from her clothes and tied her to the barrel with the cheap wine she served to the baron.

Livonna already was punished few times for the bad customer service. Just like all other waitresses. The usual punishment was bare bottom belting from the bartender or the innkeeper himself, but this time he ordered to give her a good dozen with a cat'o'nine tails. And while poor Livonna was bawling and screaming in pain out loud, promising never to shortchange customers again, the innkeeper had a talk with Front-de-Bœuf. The baron made him agree, that after such a insult he has a right no to pay for his meal, and that the dastard waitress should be fired immediately. So right after her whipping, which left almost no untouched place over her buttocks and back, Livonna was threw out from the tavern.

Weeping in pain and despair, Livonna was walking down the street. This surely was the worst day in her life, and she couldn't blame anyone but herself. And the worst part was that she still had no money to pay the rent. Could this day become any worse? Livonna stopped and carefully rubber first her terrible sore bottom and then aching back, sobbing. Suddenly she heard laugh and music. She almost came to a town fair. And that gave the poor girl a new idea.

Trying to act as if nothing had happened, Livonna walked across the fair, looking around carefully. Her new plan was simple - to steal something valuable and then sell it somewhere else. She knew, that would be wrong, but she had no other choice. But luck didn't smile on her. She had stopped in front of many counters, but marketers and customers were watchful enough, so she didn't get any chance to steal anything. Finally Livonna stopped near the stage, where a beautiful Gypsy woman was performing a passionate dance. Livonna noticed, that Gypsy's golden pendant was almost failing from her neck because of a frayed rope at each her move. So she just waited, until the Gypsy moved near her and seized the moment to catch the pendant. Then she slowly turned around and walked away.

The rest of the day Livonna spent trying to sell the stolen pendant. She knew few buyers of stolen goods in the town, but non of them made a bid which was enough for her. She even didn't try to get more money than in she was so terrible need to pay the rent by selling it, which meant that she would starve until she will find a new job. When the first buyer offered her his price for the pendant, which wasn't even a half of the money she need, she refused to sell it and went to another one. And then to another one. And then to another one...

The sun has set. Livonna put the pendant on and sighed, looking at the rising moon. She didn't get the money to pay the rent. And now she had no choice but to return to her flat, which already was no longer hers, get another whipping and become a vagabond. She sighed and turned away from the moon. Suddenly she felt strange. Very strange. She fell on her knees, feeling that something is happening to her body. Something strange. Something weird. She finally could stand up and looked around. Then she screamed out loud. But a wild beast's howl drowned out her scream. The wolf was staying right in front of her in a doorway. It was showing off it's teeth. It's hungry eyes were glowing in the dark. Livonna screamed louder, still hearing a wolfish howling instead of her own voice. She reached her hand out to touch the beast and fell only cold glass under her fingers. Under her wolfish fingers. The only beast there was herself, and she was staying right in front of the closed basement window.

A large grey she-wolf was running across the streets. She had no idea what to do or where to go. All she wanted was just run away. Somewhere far from the town. In the woods, where she would be able to live by herself. Where nobody will find her. She stopped near a house at the end of the street and howled long and hard. First she heard, how the dogs started responding her with the howling from all over the town. Then the window she was standing under suddenly opened and something terrible hot scalded her back, bottom and hind legs. Poor she-wolf howled even louder, now in terrible pain, jumping and hopping around.

"What's the matter, mutt? Don't you like it?" she heard a female voice. "Than go away and never come back if you don't want to get some more!"

Still bawling in pain, she-werewolf ran away in the night.

And while Dame Athanasia and Kajira were talking about the past, sitting in a warm room in front of a fireplace, and Livonna was recalling her own past, lying under the heavy rain in the forest, Wolffang still was walking through the streets under the heavy rain, desperately searching for Livonna. She entered another gateway and stopped in fear. Two young elven women were walking down the street right in front of her. Wolffang held her breath. She would recognise this two any where. Van'Elle and Flavia! Did they finally found her? Or Or did she still have a chance? The orcess tiptoed back through the gateway.

"What was that, Flavia? Did you hear something?" Wolfang heard familiar voice.

"No, Van'Elle... Are you sure, that we will found anyone... Ow! Was is it really that necessary?!"

"Yes, it was! And I will give you a proper spanking, if you will continue this arguing! No go and check that gateway!"

Wolffang decided not to wait. She rushed to her heels without looking back.

Bad Girls Beware! Part Two

     Belinda sat in the dark, trembling from the cold, with her bare bottom sank deep into a snow bank, behind a roughneck bar, in west Texas. Her roaring hot rear causing the snow to sizzle and turn to steam. With tears running down her pretty face, she sobbed softly, “ Brrrrr … I’m freezing but my popo is STILL on fire! Verdammt, Krampus tore my ass up! I’m won’t be able to sit down for a week!” when she heard a man behind her say, “Young lady, what are doing out here, sitting half naked, in the snow, behind a bar I doubt you’re even old enough to go in to?”

   Without turning around to see who had just spoken to her, Belinda snarled, “I don’t have to answer any of your silly questions, mister, leave me the fuck alone and mind your own business!” 
    The man, turned on a flashlight he had in his hand and shined in on Belinda, “This IS my business! Pull your pants up, you’re coming with me.” 

   “I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU, YOU …” Belinda shouted as she turned around to see the man who just spoke to her was … “A POLICEMAN! I’m sorry, Officer, I didn’t know you were a member of the police force. Thanks for checking on me, but I’m OK. I’m going home now.” Belinda said, as she quickly pulled her pants back up. Pants that now felt two sizes too small and rubbed painfully against the mass of red hot welts Krampus had burnt into her chubby butt cheeks.

   “ Not until you tell me your name, young lady, and why you’re sitting bare assed naked behind a bar in the middle of the night.” the officer, Johnny Black, said, stopping Belinda from leaving, by holding onto her arm. 

  “My name is Belinda Kruger, and I’m from Germany. And I didn’t take my pants off, Krampus did, so he could spank me with what you call switches here in Texas.” the pixie-faced blonde said, as she caressed the seat of her pants, feeling the heat radiating off off her boiling bottom in waves. 

   “HE DID? That’s assault. I’ll arrest him for that. Can you describe this Krampus fella to me?”, Johnny said, suddenly feeling  sorry for Belinda. 

   “Well”, Belinda began, “He’s about seven feet tall, with big horns. He’s covered in jet black fur, except for his face. That’s red. His tongue is about two feet long. Oh, and he has hooves.”

    The officer was shocked to hear such an outlandish tale. Was this girl crazy or on drugs? Either way, he was going to have to take her down to the police station. “OK, miss, please put your hands behind your back. I’m going to have to run you downtown.”

   “WHY? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Belinda pleaded.

   “For indecent exposure and being intoxicated, or on drugs. We won’t know for sure which until we have you tested at the station.” Johnny said as he removed his handcuffs.

   “But I’m NOT drunk. Well, maybe just a little bit. But I was already punished for that. On December fifth, Krampus disciplines all of the naughty boys and girls, no matter how old they are, for all of the things they did wrong this year. Mostly in Europe, but I guess he made a special trip to America just to see me. And believe me, he gave it to me good this time. OWIE! I feel like I sat on a red hot stove.” Belinda pouted as she rubbed her blistered bottom. 

   “Oh, yes, the seven foot tall demon with a tongue like Gene Simmons. I’m sorry, that story is a little hard to swallow. Please place your hands behind your back, Belinda, you’re under arrest.”

    “Please don’t arrest me. I know my story is hard to believe but it’s true. And if you arrest me, I’ll lose my job. I’m a school teacher.”, Belinda begged.

   “You’re a SCHOOL TEACHER? “ Johnny said angrily, “You’re suppose to be a role model for your students. And you’re out here in the middle of the night, half naked behind a bar? What would you do if you caught one of your students behaving that way?”

    “I guess, I would … paddle them.” Belinda said softly.

    “That’s a good idea. I think that’s exactly what you deserve too.” Johnny said, his eyes burning fiery.

    Belinda gasped. Was he being serious? Did he want to give her ANOTHER spanking, with her ass STILL sizzling hot from what Krampus had just done to it? “Please, you’re right, I guess I do deserve a spanking but I was just birched by Krampus. If you don’t believe me I can show you my butt. It’s cherry red. And covered with welts.” she said, reaching to undo her belt. 

    “Stop that, Belinda, disrobing in front of an officer of the law is a crime, too, and you’re already in enough trouble. And no, I don’t believe a demon just spanked you, but if he did you deserved it. And you deserve to be spanked now, too. So, that’s my offer to you. We’ll walk over to that bench, you’ll lay across my lap and let me tan your hide, or I’ll arrest you. What’s your choice?”

  Tears began to pour out of Belinda’s big blue eyes, as she clutched her roasting rear. Even through her jeans she could feel the welts running back and forth, all across her well punished posterior and half way down the back of her legs. Looking at Johnny’s muscular arms and big, strong hands made her tremble. Even if he just spanked her with his hand, over her jeans, her swollen bottom was already throbbing and as hot as Georgia asphalt in August, another spanking right now would be excruciatingly painful. But what choice did she have? She couldn’t afford to lose her job.

   Belinda whimpered, “ You can … spank me.”

  Johnny took her by the hand and walked over to the bench. He cleared the snow from the bench with his nightstick, and sat down, pointing at his lap. Biting her bottom lip, Belinda sprawled across his lap. Johnny admired  Belinda’s big, full bottom, which, unknown to Johnny, was even bigger than normal right now. Johnny had given the same offer to a lot of women over the years, take a spanking or go to jail, to shoplifters, speeders, runaways … he loved spanking naughty girls, watching them squirm and squeal. But his favorite type of woman to spank was blue-eyed blondes with big bubble butts. He was really going to enjoy setting Belinda’s big bouncy butt on fire. 

     He patted Belinda’s left butt cheek gently, but Belinda’s butt was so sore, even that stung, before raising his hand as high as he could, and then crashing it like thunder into her ample ass cheek. Sitting in the frozen snow had helped to cool down Belinda’s bottom, a little, at least until the pain was manageable, but one single slap from Johnny’s huge hand quickly reigned the fires started by Krampus and his switches. Belinda felt like Johnny had just sat a hot iron on her left butt cheek. And within seconds, her right, too. He continued, right, left, right, left, then squarely in the middle, over and over until Belinda’s big bottom was blazing hot and she was howling for mercy. He then attacked her “sit spots” with even harder slaps. He smiled wickedly, wondering what Belinda’s students would think tomorrow, watching their teacher squirming in her seat, struggling to remain seated.

      Satisfied that the bawling blonde had learned her lesson, a lesson she would remember every time she tried to sit down for the rest of the week, he released her. Jumping to her feet, Belinda snatched up two huge handfuls of snow, and held them against her deep fried fanny, while dancing around in circles. Johnny was so preoccupied with blistering Belinda’s big bottom, he hadn’t noticed the bar had emptied out, it’s patrons curious about the noise from outside. Watching Belinda dance, they began to applaud, and complementing Johnny on a job well done.  

     Belinda was too busy dancing "the bad girl's boogie" to notice a dark haired woman in the crowd was filming her on her phone. Vickie Smoot, a teacher who worked at the same school as Belinda. A school with a principal, Principal Ferguson, who believed in using corporal punishment, but not just on misbehaving students, but on any member of her staff she felt deserved it. Principal Ferguson had lit Vickie's ass up just last week, and she still had the bruises to prove it. Miss Ferguson had discovered Vickie had been changing the grades of a boy in her class, the son of the man she was currently dating, to help him win a scholarship. Principal Ferguson was furious, and gave Vickie a paddling she would never forget. When she left the principal's office, Belinda had been sitting in the hallway, smiling like The Cheshire Cat. "Why, Vickie, what's wrong? It looks like you've been crying. Come here and sit down beside me and tell me what's wrong." the German brat said, with a smirk. Vickie knew if Belinda was sitting right outside of the principal"s office  she must had heard her getting her bottom blistered and knew the last thing she wanted to do right then, was to sit down. Storming past Belinda, back to her classroom, she heard Belinda giggling all of the way down the hall. " Well, you bitch" the dark haired beauty whispered to herself, "Let's see who's laughing after I show this to Principal Ferguson. I bet when she's done with you, you'll feel like your fat ass just got barbecued."

   When Belinda was finally able to stand still, on shaky legs, with her tiny hands furiously trying to rub the biting burning pain away from her twice scorched ass, she asked her punisher, “Can I please go home now?”

   “Yes, but you admitted to me you had been drinking, so I can’t allow you to drive home.” Johnny said, raising from the bench.

   “But I live clear across town.” Belinda complained, “At the Bay View Apartments. It’ll take me over an hour to walk home.”

   “I guess I could give you a ride home, and you can have somebody pick your car up tomorrow. Follow me to my police cruiser. “ Johnny said as he waved goodbye to the cheering crowd.

   Opening the door to his car, Belinda, knowing how painful sitting down at that moment was going to be, climbed into the backseat, and laid face down, with her butt high in the air, until Johnny gave her plump posterior a mighty swat. “This is a police cruiser. I can’t allow you to ride like that, sit down and put your seat belt on.” Wincing, Belinda reluctantly did that.

   Pulling off of the bar’s parking lot, Johnny watched Belinda in his rear view mirror, as she struggled to find a way to sit comfortably, raising one blazing butt cheek off of the car seat, only put more pressure on the other one, causing the welts and blisters on that side to itch and burn even brighter. She placed her arms down by her sides, and attempted to raise her punished posterior off of the car seat, but her seatbelt was so tight, it slammed her right back down, forcing her to shout "MY POPO!" while gritting her teeth. Johnny laughed when he heard that. He had no idea what a "popo" was, but he guessed it was German for the part of her anatomy  that was responsible for his right hand hurting. Johnny smiled, knowing if his hand was hurting, Belinda must be feeling like she was sitting on two red hot fireballs. He wished he could see the results of his handiwork. as hard as he had spanked her, the naughty schoolteacher's butt probably looked like two over ripe tomatoes, with purple bruises forming in the center of each of her crimson butt cheeks. Watching her squirm, Johnny remembered a back road he could take back to Belinda's apartment, A road desperately in need of repair, and covered in potholes. Smiling sinisterly, he said to Belinda, "I know a shortcut back to.your apartment, but prepare yourself, this ride may be a little ... bumpy."

Rich Student

 

Bag Girls Beware! Part one: Krampus

  It was snowing hard on December fifth, in west Texas, where a bouncer was tossing a angry, screeching young lady out of a roughneck bar. The troublemaker, a pretty pixie-faced blonde from Germany, named Belinda Krüger, landed with a loud thud on her big bottom, on the hard frozen blacktop, and bounced across the parking lot, cursing in German all of the way. “AUH! My poor popo!”, she snarled, and she raised up to all four, rubbing her smarting behind, when she heard a voice behind her, a deep, sinister sounding voice, as dark as a Midnight Mass.
   “Ah, I recognize that naughty bottom, since I’ve seen it so often.” Turning around, Belinda froze in fear. Standing before her was a huge jet black demon, with a bundle of birches in his hand, “KRAMPUS! But … this is America!” “So?”, the evil looking creature replied, “I told you last year, Belinda, if you didn’t  behave yourself, on Krampusnacht, I would pay you a return visit, no matter where you were. And you’ve been so very, very naughty. Come here, you wicked girl.”

  Krampus lifted the blonde brat up, and placed her under his mighty arm. With a wave of his hand, her pants and panties magically shot down to her knees, leaving her snowy white bottom bare, and freezing in the cold December night air. But it wouldn’t be freezing for long. Krampus began to birch Belinda’s broad backside then, one ferocious stroke after another, until her chubby butt cheeks were covered with welts, each welt burning like a thin line of red hot lava, and Belinda was howling for mercy.

  “There, you evil thing, I hope that will be a lesson to you. To behave better next year.” Krampus said as he returned the bawling blonde to her feet. “I’ll be good, I promise” Belinda said, as tears rolled down her cheeks, and she rubbed her scorching posterior, gently tracing the multitude of angry red welts blazing across her cherry red rear with her fingertips.

   Krampus laughed wickedly, “YOU? Be GOOD? I’ll have to give you a EXTRA stroke next year for telling me such a outrageous lie.” And with that final remark, the demon disappeared in a puff of smoke.

   Belinda, noticing for the first time, how deep the snow had gotten while she was in the bar, waddled over to the nearest snow bank, with her pants still around her ankles, and slowly sat down in the ice cold snow, her sizzling hot bottom turning the snow to steam. She sat there until the five alarm fire consuming her blistered backside had cooled down to a slow burning sensation, knowing from her past dealings with Krampus, the fire he started, would die out eventually, but the welts he left behind, would be there for days and days and days …

    But if Belinda is lucky, they’ll be gone by Christmas Eve. Because she’s also on Santa’s naughty list. And she’s about to find out why he wears that thick, heavy, black leather belt.