The Spy Who Spanked Me

    Jane Bond, Agent Double 00W, the spy with a license to spank, was sitting on a park bench in Central Park, well after midnight, a stunning silver haired woman sprawled across her lap. The blue eyed beauty was dressed in a form fitting black satin gown. Jane had just injected the woman with a sedative, causing her to feel too weak to run away, or to resist what Jane had planned to do to her, if she didn’t give her the information The Queen had sent Jane to America to recover. The girl glanced back at Jane with fearful eyes, as Jane gently rubbed her plump posterior.
   “ I’m giving you one last chance to tell me where you hid the microfilm we know you stole from our nuclear facility. We have security footage of you stealing it, so there’s no reason for you to keep lying and saying you know nothing about that. You’re just making it harder on yourself.” the gorgeous dark haired spy said, as her hand lightly patted her captive’s ample ass cheeks, as a warning of what was coming, if she refused to answer Jane’s questions truthfully.
   The enemy spy replied, with a deep European accent,  “Let me go, you English dog. I tell you for the last time, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
   “Maybe THIS will refresh your memory”, Jane said, smiling Devilishly, as she began a brutal assault on the foreign spy’s backside. Jane’s hand cracked like thunder across her big bottom, rising a fiery red handprint under the seat of her elegant black ball gown. Quickly followed by a fuselage of blistering blows, setting the enemy agent’s ass on fire. As the heat began to rise to a nearly unbearable level, Jane was shocked to see her prisoner begin to change, to transform. Her lovely aqua blue eyes became as red as her rear must had been by that point, she grew much larger, stronger, her face elongated into a muzzle, full of razor sharp fangs, and a coat of silvery fur began to cover her entire body. Most shocking of all, a furry tail burst out of the back of her dress, and began to fan back and forth, like it was trying to cool down her red hot rear.
   Taken aback at first, Jane quickly recovered her cool,  “I’ve always wanted to meet you, Livonna, code name : The Wolf Girl. Our files say you’re from somewhere in Europe, possibly Germany, but currently working for the Russians. A member of their Werewolf Squad, female agents genetically altered to have the abilities of that mythological creature.”
   Livonna smiled, a truly frightening sight, her fangs sparkling in the moonlight, “I’ve always wanted to meet you, too, Jane Bond, Agent Double O W, a meeting you will soon regret. In this form, your puny mortal hand can cause me no harm. But once the sedative you injected me with wears off, which will be wear off much sooner than you expected, in mere minutes, now that I’m my true self, iI’ll going to blister your pretty little ass.” 

    Warned that Livonna may be part of Russia’s plan to steal England’s nuclear secrets, The Agency had given Jane a secret weapon to deal with her. Reaching into her purse, Jane produced a heavy hairbrush, with a shiny silver backing. Silver was one of the only way to hurt a werewolf, it’s touch will scorch it’s skin, like a crucifix burns a vampire. Knowing she only had a few minutes until the sedative had worn off, and she would be at the Wolf Girl’s  mercy, Jane wasted no time in  applying it forcefully to Livonna’s hindquarters. Within seconds Livonna’s backside was boiling, so hot the heat seared away the back of her dress, and singed off the silvery fur covering her mighty bottom, until it was completely hairless, and smoking. As red as lava and covered in blisters. The howling she wolf tried to withstand the excruciating pain, until the sedative wore off, and she would be at full power, but her suffering was too great. She shouted, “Please, I beg you, no more! I placed the microfilm in a capsule, and hid it in the red flower pot with the black stripe on the balcony of the hotel suite I was staying at in New York. The Grand Hotel, on Park Avenue, Room 701. I left it there when I checked out. Olga should be checking into that suite any minute now. She’s taking the microfilm with her back to Moscow. They thought it would be too risky for me to do that, since we suspected you may have  footage of me stealing the microfilm.” 
  Knowing she had to get to The Grand Hotel as quickly as possible, Jane, gave Livonna a quick smirk, showing her own needle-like fangs, injected she-werewolf with another sedative, driving it deeply and painfully into Livonna’s percolating posterior. Livonna went to sleep almost instantly, and Jane carried her to her Aston Martin. 
     Livonna woke up, hours later, her bottom no longer actually on fire, but it was definitely burning, and she was doing the last thing she wanted to do at that moment, sitting in a hard wooden chair. She tried to hop out of it, to give her blazing buns a good rub, but realized she was tied tightly to the chair. So tightly she couldn’t even squirm or rise her roasting rear a millimeter off of the seat of the chair. She was once again in her human form, and completely nude. 
   She noticed there was a handwritten note on the table next to her chair. It said, “Hello, Sleepy Head. I hope you enjoyed your nap. By the time you’re reading this note, I should be on a private jet on my way back to Jolly Ole England. With the microfilm, and Olga, sitting in the seat beside me. But like you, I doubt if she’ll be sitting very comfortably. When she found me in your apartment, she attempted to stab me. Wasn’t that rude? I felt she deserved a good spanking for doing that. You should see her right now, as I’m writing this note, she’s dancing from foot to foot, rubbing her cherry red rear, and pouting most delightfully. “
   “We contacted your director in Moscow, to let them know we recovered the microfilm you stole. I hear they strongly disapprove of agents not completing their assigned missions. In fact, rumor has it, the agent they call The Disciplinarian is on her way to retrieve you right now. And she’s bringing her newest creation, an electric switch. I left a camera hidden in your apartment, where you’ll never find it, and I’m really looking forward to watching what happens when she gets there.”
   “It was a pleasure to finally get to meet you, Livonna, and I hope to have you back across my lap again in the near future.”
   “Signed, Jane Bond”
                  JANE BOND WILL RETURN IN “THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN PADDLE”

Perfect Disguise

The tall, raven-haired, pointy-eared woman smiled at the mirror, carefully keeping her lips closed. She wished for a moment she could actually see her reflection in it. But no matter. She looked down at herself, satisfied that the slinky green silk dress fit her perfectly.

“Excellent. Just excellent,” she whispered to herself, turning away from the mirror and striding out of the room with a regal gait. She had almost reached the stairway when there was a sudden growl, the rush of a pouncing beast, and then excruciating pain as something with fearsomely powerful jaws sunk its sharp teeth into her buttocks.

“AAAAIEEEEEEEE!”

Her high-pitched scream echoed throughout the castle. There was another bite (and another scream), then a loud ripping sound, and as the raven-haired beauty twisted around she found the whole seat of her dress had been torn clean off, uncovering her now distinctly reddened buttocks adorned with crimson bite marks.

Then her eyes fell upon the buxom she-werewolf, chewing on the large piece of green silk and looking very pleased with herself.

“Livonna!?” the brunette screeched, her red eyes flashing angrily at the she-werewolf.

“Yes, 'Your Highness'?” the smugly grinning wolf-woman shot back mockingly. “Don’t you like your new dress design? Oh, and what did you expect, sneaking into Dame Athanasia’s castle alone?” she giggled. “She will be very pleased when I bring you to her, I should think. Now come along, unless you want another bite!”

“You stupid mutt!” screamed the sore-bottomed brunette. “Did you lose your sense of smell as well as your wits? It is I, your mistress, Dame Athanasia! I disguised myself as Princess Maera to sneak into her castle, and now you’ve ruined it all!” She winced in pain as she clutched her wounded bottom with both hands.

Frowning reflectively, the she-werewolf carefully sniffed the green fabric in her mouth, then gulped in panic.

“But m’lady, your disguise… it was too perfect! I would never have thought it was you… Sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Of course you wouldn’t!” Dame Athanasia cried imperiously. “You would never think! I do the thinking! Did you ever try to think at all, even once? Oooh! Oh, my poor bottom!” Rubbing her bitten backside with an expression of exquisite self-pity, she rounded on Livonna again, red eyes blazing.

“Now go out and cut a switch! A long and flexible one… and bring it to me!

Now!”

Juan’s Spanking Spree

    Juan Lopez was surprised by the number of women who had asked him for a spanking since they saw, or heard, about him spanking his tenant, Belinda, for playing her music was too loudly in the middle of the night. There was Wendy Wilson, a short woman, barely five feet tall, with dark brown hair that flowed like a chocolate waterfall all of the way down to her big bottom. She confessed to Juan that she had spent way too much money on Christmas gifts this year. Her husband was unhappy about that and would had spanked her, but he was going to be out of town on a business trip for the rest of the month. When she told her husband, Mark, about the night she saw Juan spank Belinda, and how well he had blistered her bottom, Mark asked Wendy to ask Juan if he could do him a favor. The favor? To spank Wendy with her own paddle. A small paddle, the size of a ping pong paddle, but heavier, with Wendy’s name painted on it. Mark wanted Juan to blast her butt with that a hundred times, fifty per butt cheek. Juan agreed to do that, and by the time he was finished, Wendy’s ample ass was burgundy, her “sit spots” swollen and purple. After sending Mark photographic proof of Juan’s handiwork, Mark ordered her to go stand in the corner, and thanked Juan for a job well done. Glancing up to see Wendy standing in the corner, hands on her head, Juan had to admit, her badly blistered bottom certainly did look well done.

   Then there was the Thompson twins in Apartment 213, two beautiful raven haired girls with big blue eyes and bubble butts. They were two months behind in their rent. Juan hated to do it, but he told them he was going to have to serve them with an eviction notice. They had begged him to let them stay, that they had a check coming soon from their insurance company and would pay him as soon as they got it. Toni Thompson added, if he let them stay, he could spank them both for being late with the rent. Joanie Thompson HATED that idea, but Toni finally convinced her to accept a spanking, too. Juan gave them both bare bottom spankings across his lap. Toni went first to show Joanie it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be. Unfortunately for Toni, she was wrong about that, it was much MUCH worse than she expected. She howled and cried and pleaded for mercy the entire time she was across Juan’s lap. Joanie watched, horrified , as her sister’s ass turned redder and redder, but she actually took her spanking better than Toni, with barely a whimper. When Juan left the two girls, they were standing in front of a full length mirror, trying to determine who’s ass was the reddest. 

 

                               

   Dreama Bennett, the woman who had started Juan on his spanking spree, by suggesting he should spank Belinda, was currently across his lap, for the third time. He was spanking Dreama, because … well, just because she liked to be spanked. He gave her ass a gentle caress, It was as pink as bubblegum and warm to the touch. But before Juan was done, it would be crimson and as hot as a blast oven. That’s how Dreama liked it. He sent a sizzling slap into Dreama’s left cheek, causing her to yelp, “YOW! That one REALLY stung! You know, Juan, I was thinking … OW! … that night you spanked Belinda … OUCH! … after she closed the door to her apartment …. DAMN, you’re spanking HARD tonight … it sounded like you whipped her with a belt …. OWIE! …. did you?”

   As he continued to pepper Dreama’s plump posterior, Juan replied, “No, that was Officer O’Hara. She gave Belinda a choice, let Mary  spank her, or be arrested on a noise complaint. Mary told me she sometimes offers first time offenders that same choice. I feel sorry for any girl that chooses that option. Mary really tore Belinda’s ass up with that belt. She was merciless.”

   By this point, Dreama’s entire backside was bright red and smoking. Juan gave her one final fiery swat, and told her to get up. Dreama flew off of his lap, and began to hop up and down, her hands furiously rubbing her red hot rear, while moaning, “OHHHHHHH, you really sat my ass on FIRE that time! Thank you, Juan.”

   Later that night, while gingerly sitting on a stack of pillows, eating her dinner, Dreama began to think about what Juan had told her about Officer Mary O’Hara. She imagined she was standing before her, her bottom bare, as Mary slowly pulled her belt from her pants. Mary’s ice blue eyes twinkling, as  she says with a sadistic smile, “Bend over, Dreama.”

    Once in bed, while sleeping on her stomach, Dreama dreams Officer O’Hara has stopped her speeding down a country road. Taking Dreama by her hand she leads her into a nearby wooded area. Sitting on a bench in the woods, Mary takes Dreama across her lap, and sets Dreama’s bare buns ablaze. Then, Dreama watches, trembling, as Mary cuts some switches. Bent across the back of the bench, Mary tans Dreama’s hide, covering her entire backside with fiery red welts. Dreama wakes up in a sweat, and reaches back to tenderly caress her bare bottom, expecting it to be covered in stinging welts. And disappointed to discover, it was only a dream.
                                                                                END OF PART ONE 

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Five: The Morning After

      It’s a sunny Sunday morning, and Belinda Krüger, a baby-faced blonde from Germany, is in her apartment, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, standing at her dining room table, eating her breakfast. Why is she eating standing up? She’s way too sore to sit down. The night before, her landlord, Juan Lopez, had spanked her most severely for playing her music way too loudly in the middle of the night. After drinking a bottle of dark German beer, Belinda goes back into her bedroom, and lies down on her bed, on her stomach. She then places an ice pack on her still burning bare buns, and turns on her tablet, hoping to find something to watch, that will hopefully take her mind off of how much pain she’s in.

   Down the street, Dreama Bennett was regretting going to Church. She had forgotten how painfully it was to sit on a hard wooden pew, when you had been spanked just a few hours before. Juan Lopez, had spanked her, too. Not nearly as severely as he had Belinda, but he had definitely sat her ass on fire. Her buns were still blazing, as red as a poisoned apple, and throbbing. She felt like she was sitting on a hot plate. She braced her hands on the pew, and raised her red hot rear into the air, just enough to keep it from touching the pew. She held it there, until her right hand slipped, and her plump posterior came crashing down, HARD, causing Dreama to shout, “DAMN, THAT HURTS!”

   Everybody in the Church, turned and stared at her in shock. Her face burning even hotter than her bottom, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I… pulled a muscle in my… my back yesterday. And it’s really hurting.”

   Pastor Owens gave Dreama a stern look that sent shivers down her spine. He had noticed her squirming back and forth all morning, like she used to do some Sunday mornings, before her late husband passed away. He always assumed she had been disciplined by her husband, and was proud of him for doing that. He believed sinners should be punished. He wondered who had punished her this time, and why. “Dreama,”, he said, his voice, deep and cold, “I would like to have a word with you after Church.”

   OH NO! Was Pastor Owens going to have a “talk” with her? Sometimes he told members of his flock, he needed to have a “talk” with them. Always in private. Last year, he had a “talk” with her friend, Patty Mullins. When Dreama asked her about that later, she told Dreama, “That talk left a lasting impression on me.”, while rubbing her ample asscheeks. Was she trying to imply that  Pastor Owens had… SPANKED her? Yes, Dreama did ask Juan to spank her, but the last thing she wanted right now was ANOTHER spanking, with her bottom already on fire. She spent the rest of the Church service, feeling like she did when she was a student back in Texas, on her way to the principal’s office. Except then, her bottom wasn’t burning until AFTER she left his office, not before.

    It’s Sunday night, and Dreama and Belinda are both lying in their beds, on their stomachs, their bare bottoms various shades of reds and purples. Dreama was right about what a “talk” with Pastor Owens entailed. After setting her ears ablaze with his fiery words, he took her across his lap, bared her bottom, and sat her still sizzling seat on fire, too. That spanking was because she had confessed she been spanked by somebody other than her husband. There was no way she could had kept that spanking a secret,  with her rear as red as a barn door. Next, to punish her for lying and cursing in Church, she was forced to bend across his desk, while he removed a wooden paddle from a desk drawer. He told her he called the paddle “A Taste Of Hellfire”. An apt name, after he had paddled her with it, Dreama’s cherry red cheeks were hotter than Hell. He then commanded her to sit, still bare-bottomed on a hard wooden stool, he called “The Sinner’s Seat” and write one hundred times, “I’ll never lie of use profanity in The House Of The Lord again.” That was extremely painful, since he had paid extra attention to her “sit spots” during her paddling. Finally finished with her lines, Pastor Owens gave her a big hug, wiped her tears, and told her he loved her. She walked home, thankful there was a cold wind blowing, she could feel through her thin and now way too tight skirt.

    Dreama hadn’t sat down since she got back to her apartment, and had checked out her blistered backside a thousand times in her hallway mirror. Her ass was deep dark red, her “sit spots” purple. Reaching back, she gave her throbbing rear a gentle caress, that caused her seat to sizzle. Reaching into her nightstand, hoping to find a tube of Aloe Vera, she saw an unopened pack of her late husband’s cigarettes. He had given up smoking, because Pastor Owens said it was a sinful habit. She remembered the time Pastor Owens saw Becky Miller had a pack of cigarettes in her purse, when she was leaving the Church, after his sermon. He had asked her to stay after everybody had left, to “talk” to her about that. The next time Dreama saw Becky, she told her, “Pastor Owens showed me the errors of my ways, I’m NEVER touching another cigarette.” Dreama knew now, how Pastor Owens had convinced her to do that. PAINFULLY aware.

    She dropped the cigarettes into a trash can by her bed. And then, smiling deviously, she retrieved them. And slipped them into her purse. The purse she planned to take with her the next time she went to Church.

     Across the hall, Belinda’s big bottom was still burning. She had tried to eat her dinner, sitting on top of a stack of cushy pillows, but even that was painful, and she ate that meal standing up too. Now, she was trying to ignore the pain in her posterior, and go to sleep, when she remembered she was supposed to start her new job in the morning. AS A BIKE MESSENGER! She sat the alarm on her phone, and cried herself to sleep. 

                                                                      THE END

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Four: The Brat and the Belt

    Belinda Krüger, a fat-bottomed fräulein from Germany, felt like she had just sat down on a hot stove, leaped off of it, into a bed of cactus. Her blistered buns were burning and stinging. Her landlord, Juan Lopez, had just spanked her for playing her music too loud and waking up everybody in his building. He was now beckoning the blonde brat to lay back across his lap, but she was frozen in place, unable to get anywhere near that wicked hairbrush again.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, an Amazon of a woman, with copper hair and frosty blue eyes, picked up Belinda’s discarded mini-skirt, from the floor, and removed her red leather belt from it’s loops. Mary thought belts were the perfect impediment for corporal punishment. She kept a well oiled belt in her cruiser, and sometimes used it on first time offenders. Just three nights ago, she broke up a fight between two rival gang members. A silver haired wild child, a member of THE WESTSIDE WOLF-GIRLS, and a green-haired member of THE WOLF-FANG GANG. They took their bare bottom spankings bravely, refusing to show any signs of weakness, in front of their rival. But once Mary had welted their asses with her belt, they both left that alley, screeching like banshees.

   Swinging the doubled over belt in her hand, Mary told Juan, “If you really want to teach that  brat a lesson she’ll NEVER forget, this is the perfect tool for the job. I can show you how to use it, if you want me to.”

   Belinda’s fear of the belt overrode her fear of the imposing policewoman, and she shouted, “Wait a minute, Herr Lopez, I said YOU could give me a spanking, NOT this bitch!”

   Mary stared at Belinda, Ike a snake at a mouse, her pale blue eyes almost hypnotizing the German troublemaker, “You know, I was sent here to investigate a noise complaint. I can still arrest you for that. So, you have a choice, bend over this chair, take your punishment like a good girl, and you can spend the rest of the night here in the comfort of your own apartment, trying to cool down your burning buns, or …. spend the rest of the night sitting in a jail cell.” Chuckling, Mary added, “Or should I say, STANDING in a jail cell? I doubt if you’ll feel like sitting down for a few days.”

   Belinda, cursing softly in German, bent over the back of the chair, gripping the seat tightly. In less than a minute, the officer had painted wide red stripes all of the way from Belinda’s already blazing bottom and down the backs of her legs, and back up again. The vicious redhead then bent over, and whispered into Belinda’s ear, “And THIS is for calling me a bitch.” before firing six extra hard strokes into Belinda’s “sit spots”.  

    Told her ordeal was finally over, the nearly hysterical brat began to hop from foot to foot, like she was marching in place, fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, howling like a lonely coyote. Once she had calmed down enough to speak, she ran to the  bathroom, shouted, “FUCK YOU BOTH!” before slamming and locking the door.

   Mary looked at Juan, and they both laughed. “Well, she may never play her music this time of night again, but that spanking didn’t approve her attitude much.”  Mary giggled. Juan had to agree, and thanked Mary before she left the apartment. 

   Juan locked the door to Belinda’s apartment and was surprised when he found Dreama was still standing in the hallway. “Well, I don’t know if it helped, but I took your advice, and gave Belinda a spanking.”

   Dreama said, her face turning red, “Yes, I… saw. You really blistered her good. That’s… what I wanted to talk to you about. I… may be late with my rent again this month. I know you told me I need to manage my finances better, and I really do try to. But… I think I need some sort of… “incentive “ to remind me to stick to my budget better. Would you care to stop by my apartment for a minute, so she can… talk about that?”

   Dreama was in bed, sleeping in the nude, when Belinda woke her up, and had just slipped on a silk robe when she went out to investigate what was going on. That silk robe wrapped around her like a second skin. Juan watched her as she walked to her apartment, her butt cheeks jiggling. He  punished Belinda because he thought she deserved a spanking, and hoped it would remind her to be a better tenant, in the future. This was different, if Dreama, a woman he had a crush on her years,  meant what he thought she meant, by needing some incentive, he was going to enjoy helping her with that problem.

   Fifteen minutes later, Belinda was face down on her bed, weeping bitterly, gently caressing her boiling buns. She was in an ungodly amount of pain, but also exhausted. She quickly cried herself to sleep. If she had been awake, she may had enjoyed the sounds coming from right next door. The woman who had suggested to Juan that she deserved a spanking, was currently across Juan’s lap herself. Her plump pale posterior rapidly turning redder and redder. The only different between the two spankings Juan dished out that night being, Belinda deserved hers, Dreama needed hers.

         STAY TUNED FOR THE FIFTH AND FINAL CHAPTER TO FIND OUT WHAT BELINDA

                      AND DREAMA DO “THE MORNING AFTER”. COMING SOON!

The Choice

Dame Athanasia gave Woffang a stern look. The orcess shivered, hugging herself, and whimpered.

"Milady, please! I beg you to save me!" she fell on her knees, bowing at Dame Athanasia's feet.

Dame Athanasia frowned.

"Are you scared of someone more, than me? Scared enough to dare to return to me without Livonna? Who came after you? Explain yourself immediately!"

 

Wolffang sobbed and kissed Dame Athanasia's foot.

"I am sorry milady! I am sorry! I will never disappoint you again! I promise! I swear! Save me, I beg you! They came after me! She came after me!" the orcess bursted into tears.

Dame Athanasia gave her a strict look.

"Who is that 'she' you are talking about? Do I need to spank you again, you, useless wench?"

Wolffang sobbed.

"Please, milady, don't do that! Van'Elle came after me!" the orcess carefully looked up at the vampiress. "I worked for her once. And I... Well... We pulled off a grand robbery, but the guards almost got us. So I took all the money I could carry and left her to her fate. As I heard later, she got a very bad spanking that time!" Wolffang giggled through tears. "But Van'Elle vengeful person. And she finally found me! She and her stupid henchwoman Flavia! I'm afraid to even imagine what they will do to me! Milady, please, save me!" Wolffang wept bitterly and kissed Dame Athanasia's foot again.

Dame Athanasia frowned even more, thinking. From one hand she was sure, that Wolffang deserved to be punished. Even after she already gave her two very strict spanking just about few hours ago. After all, this girl was the reason she lost her loyal she-werewolf maid. But from the other hand, even while Dame Athanasia thought that Wolffang should be punished, she didn't want just left the poor orcess to her fate. It was only her, Dame Athanasia, who had the right to punish her minions. Not some elven thieves. The vampiress slowly nodded and put her hand on the orcess's shoulder.

"Stand up, my girl. I will protect you." she smiled sternly "You failed me, you betrayed your companion, but you are still my minion. And what a mistress will I be, if I'll just left you alone with your calamity?" the vampiress turned to the witch "Kajira, can you help me to teach that Van'Elle a lesson?"

The redhead witch smiled.

"With a great pleasure, milady!"

All three women quickly hidden behind the folding screen.

It didn't take too long before they heard a scratch. A picklock was stirring inside the lock about a few minutes before the door finally opened. A two pair of legs tiptoed inside the room. Dame Athanasia nodded, and Kajira showed out.

"Abrakadabra!" she said, making a magic pass.

Van'Elle and Flavia froze on the threshold unable to move. Their bows fell from their hands.

"So, you thought you can just break into my apartments and threaten my minions, Van'Elle?" Dame Athanasia showed out, smiling sinisterly "Thank you, Kajira. Brilliant work. Wolffang, please, help Kajira to undress our unwelcome guests! I will have a very long talk with them."

Both elven women gulped in unison.

Wolffang smirked, looking at Van'Elle, and stepped forward. It didn't take much time before both elven women were disarmed and almost completely stripped from their armour.

Wolffang tied Van'Elle thoroughly and stepped aside. Dame Athanasia nodded and stepped closely to her victim, raising the riding crop.

"Let it be a lesson to you, Van'Elle." she smirked. With a loud pop the crop landed over the bandit's bare buttocks, making her scream. "Never try to cross your path with a knight! Wolffang is my servant now, and that means that she is under my protection." Dame Athanasia emphasized each word with a heavy stroke of the riding crop, making Van'Elle squirming and screaming on the floor.

"Ouch! Ow! Ow! But she is traitor! Ouch Yaraa!!! She left me... Ouch!!! She left me in narks hands, fleeing with all our money! Eeyoow!!!" the elf woman protested "Ouch!!! Ow!!! Ouch!!! I have the right to... Ouch!!! Ow!!! Eeyoow!!! Yaraa!!! My butt! Ouch!!!"

"All the right you had, elven bitch, is to ask me to punish my servant! I am the knight! I am the lady! The nobility! And I am the only one who have the right to decide if my servants deserved to be punished. Not you, dirty bandit!" the crop strokes kept falling all over the buttocks and the back of Van'Elle, making her bawl. The elf woman wept bitterly. Her arguing quickly turned into begging, but the vampiress didn't stop until her buttocks were completely dark red and her back properly striped.

When Van'Elle's punishment was finally over, Dame Athanasia commanded Wolffang to untie her and put the elven bandit leader in the corner. Then she turned to Flavia, who was already put in the perfect position for the spanking by smirking orcess.

"And now hear, how your henchwoman will screaming in pain. If you are a good leader, Van'Elle, you should be ashamed of yourself, that you failed your accomplice so bad!" the vampiress said, before starting the punishment. Poor Flavia screamed even louder than her chief. It took even less time to make her beg for mercy at any cost. But Dame Athanasia was relentless.

Suddenly Van'Elle turned to the vampiress.

"Your Grace! Please, have a mercy! I have something to tell you!"

 "It is 'Your Excellency'," Dame Athanasia said sternly. "Speak, bandit. I hear you. But if I won't like what I will hear, you will be put on the floor side by side with your henchwoman to get another one lesson."

Van'Elle gasped in fear.

"Your Excellency, please! I beg you! I know, where is your werewolf!"

Dame Athanasia gave Flavia's already terrible sore bottom another one stroke before turning to Van'Elle.

"What did you said?"

"I know where is your werewolf! Your... What was her name? Your Livonna! And I will tell you, where she is, if you will let us go!" Van'Elle gave the vampiress a begging look.

Dame Athanasia frowned. She wasn't sure, if she should trust Van'Elle.

"She is telling the truth!" Flavia said through the sobbing. "We saw her at the forest edge! I'm sure, she is still there!"

"Flavia! What had you done?! Now we have no trumps in our sleeves!" Van'Elle shouted.

Suddenly Dame Athanasia turned to Kajira.

"Release this two from your spell, my dear witch. They learned their lesson. Right, elven scum?" she gave both bandits a stern look. Van'Elle and Flavia nodded quickly. The vampiress smirked. "Now take your things and get out before I changed my mind. Quickly!"

Kajira nodded and whispered another spell, making a pass.

Weeping and sobbing, Van'Elle and Flavia took their armours and weapons and, still naked, ran away, not daring even to look back.

Dame Athanasia turned to her minions.

"Take our belongings, girls. We are moving. Let's go and find my dear Livonna."

The rain finally ended, but the sky was still overcast. It didn't took very long to Dame Athanasia and her minions to left the city and reach the forest. Livonna indeed still was at the forest edge. She felt her former mistress coming much earlier than she could see her. The she-werewolf growled and bared her teeth. It took a few minutes after she heard the footsteps and sniffed the smells, before Dame Athanasia, Kajira and Wolffang finally appeared. Livonna turned her back to them, growling threateningly. Dame Athanasia stepped forward.

"Livonna, my dear, please, listen to me." she said carefully.

Livonna growled louder. The vampiress sighed.

"I know, you have every right to be angry with me. I was unfair to you too often. But, please, just listen to me. Do you remember how we met?"

The she-wolf growled again, but not as loud as before, still baring her teeth. Dame Athanasia shook her head.

"Yes, I know. First I hunted you and brought you to an unfair justice. Just to leave you as my trophy and then taming you mercilessly. But you couldn't control your beast side. I was so strict not just because I am a wicked vampire knight, but mostly because I was afraid that you will lost control ever again, make something very bad, and I will lost you forever. And now I see that my cruelty almost made my fear come alive. Please, forgive me."

Dame Athanasia carefully made two more steps closer to Livonna. The she-werewolf finally turned around, still keeping silence, but finally stopping growling. The vampiress stepped a bit more close. The she-werewolf suddenly came up to her. Dame Athanasia carefully petted Livonna. The she-werewolf didn't bite her. The vampiress smiled and sat down on the ground. Livonna lay down on the ground. Dame Athanasia hugged her carefully.

"My dear Livonna. My beautiful she-werewolf. Please, don't leave me." she petted the she-werewolf a bit more. "It is your choice, Livonna. Your only. If you want, leave me. I know, I was a terrible mistress to you. You have every right to leave me. But please, stay with me. With us. You are more than just a maid for me. You are my friend. Please, don't leave me."

Kajira and Wolffang looked at each other.

"Livonna, I am very sorry for what I done to you..." Wolffang said carefully, stepping closer, trembling in fear. "Please, don't hurt me! Dame Athanasia already punished me twice for what I done. And believe her, she is really worrying about you! Please, forgive me too."

Kajira stepped closer.

"That is true, Livonna. We all care about you. And we don't want anything bad happen to you. Please, stay with us. Our team will never be complete without you. But Dame Athanasia is right. It is your choice, what to do. And we will accept any choice you will make. But please, stay with us."

Livonna suddenly nodded, and her body started changing, turning into more human form. She hugged Dame Athanasia back.

"I never thought, that you really care about me, milady." she whispered. "Maybe one day I will forgive you and Wolffang for what do two done to my love." she sighed and nodded again. "Well, I suppose you both, you, milady, and you, Kajira, are right. We need to stay together at least just for our safety. I don't know, if I will not regret this choice, but I will stay with you."

Dame Athanasia stood up and gave Livonna a hand.

"Welcome back, my dear Livonna. My loyal and brave she-werewolf. The Blood Moon is complete and is raising again! Let's go, girls! We still have the Paddle of Doom to found and a world to conquer! And while we are unite, nothing can stop us! I swear! One for all, all for one!"

"One for all, all for one!" all the women said in unison, walking leisurely along the road.

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Three: Juan Learns how to Give a Proper Spanking

 

    Belinda, a blonde brat from Germany, had agreed to let her landlord, Juan Lopez, give her a spanking, if he didn’t evict her for playing her favourite Rob Zombie album, as loud as possible, two o’clock in the morning. A decision she was currently regretting. Even over her leather mini-skirt, whenever Juan’s hand made it through her defenses, her hands and her wildly kicking legs, his hand left a burning imprint, that stung  like Belinda’s ample ass had just been attacked by a hundred angry hornets.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, a fair skinned woman with wild red hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent, had been sent to Belinda’s building to check out a noise complaint. She was watching Juan punishing Belinda, disappointed in his spanking technique. Mary was an expert spanker. Sometimes she offered a first time offender a choice, spend the night in jail, or the next ten minutes across her lap. Just last week, she caught a fat-bottomed girl with a big blonde mohawk spraying painting “A.C.A.B.” on the side of a sawmill. She chose the corporal punishment option, a bad choice in a lumber yard. After Mary sat the punk’s bare buns ablaze with her hand, she found a slat of wood that made a perfect paddle.That paddle left the bawling brat’s big butt sizzling, her “sit spots” smoking.

    Realizing she was doing a poor job of protecting her plump posterior, Belinda decided to squirm off of Juan’s lap before her buns got any warmer, a easy task, since he was just holding her down, with his hand on her shoulder. Once free, she began to hop from foot to foot, pouting prettily, while rubbing her rear, and pleading, “Please, Herr Lopez, no more. My Popo is on FIRE! I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER break another of your rules!”

   Mary’s icy eyes narrowed, giving Belinda a bone chilling stare, as she spoke to Juan, “Do you mind if I give you some advice on how to give a proper spanking?” Juan wondered why she would be able to give him advice like that, but said, “Yes, if you want to.”

  The policewoman stood up, towering over Belinda, and undid the German’s girl belt, allowing her black leather skirt to fall to her feet, leaving Belinda wearing just a tiny black thong. Turning Belinda around, she said to Juan, “Look. This brat’s bottom is barely pink. A serious spanking shouldn’t end until it’s bright red.” Belinda wanted to tell Mary, “Mind your own business, you spooky looking bitch!” but something about the officer scared Belinda.

    Mary O’Hara then placed Belinda back across Juan’s lap and instructed him, “Now, place your right leg, over her legs, she won’t be able to scissor her legs now. Take her right wrist with your left hand, and pin it to her back, so she won’t be able to use it to cover your intended target. Now, FIRE AWAY!”

   With Belinda finally locked in place, and now practically bare bottomed, Juan’s right hand became a blur. The room quickly filling with the thunderous cracks of Juan’s heavy hand against Belinda’s rapidly reddening rear, and the naughty German girl’s howls.

     A crowd had gathered outside of Belinda’s apartment, attracted to the noise. Since Mary had left Belinda’s front door wide open, they all had a clear view of what was happening. And loved it. All of the residents of Belinda’s building had a good reason for why they felt she deserved a good spanking. Joy, a cute nurse from Japan, turned to the crowd, and said while rubbing her butt, “I’m NEVER breaking one of Juan’s rules! OWIE! I bet that girl won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

   That gave Dreama Bennett an idea. Dreama’s late husband used to spank her, whenever he felt she deserved one. She missed those spankings now. The last time she was late with her rent, Juan had scolded her, telling her she needed to stick to her budget better. She wondered what he would do, if she told him she needed some “incentive” to do that.

   Back in Belinda’s apartment, Mary saw Belinda had a heavy oval hairbrush, lying on her couch. She picked it up, and handed it to Juan, saying with a sinister sneer, “If your hand is getting sore, use this.”

   Hearing that, Belinda shouted, “If your hand is getting SORE? What about my poor Popo. It really IS on FIRE now!”

    If Belinda thought her “Popo” was on fire before, the hairbrush rose the temperature of her roasting rear to the boiling point, turning her tush crimson, her “sit spots” maroon. She could feel blisters popping up like pimples on prom night all over her percolating posterior. Feeling like a witch, being burnt alive, she reached under the chair and gave Juan’s leg a vicious pinch. His leg shot up in the air, freeing Belinda’s legs, he released her wrist to rub the sting away, allowing her to tumble off of his lap, and do the LAST thing on Earth she wanted to do, land hard on her blistered bottom. Seeing the crowd watching her for the first time, she ran to the doorway, shouting, “I HOPE YOU SICK FUCKS  ENJOYED THE SHOW!” before slamming the door shut.

    Hearing that Juan said sternly, “You can’t talk to my tenants like that! Get your ass back over my lap, young lady, I’m not done spanking you yet!”

       STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER FOUR, “BELINDA AND THE BELT” TO FIND OUT WHAT

                                                  HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.       

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Two: Dreama's Dream

 

     Officer Mary O’Hara, a redhead, well over six feet tall, with skin the color of fine cocaine and ice blue eyes, had been sent out to investigate a noise complaint. Arriving at the location, she found Belinda Kruger, a twenty-one year old busty blonde, with a plump posterior, across her landlord, Juan Lopez’s lap. Belinda has just asked Mary to arrest Juan for assaulting her. 

   Releasing Belinda, Juan defended himself, “I’m NOT assaulting this brat. I’m spanking her. Because she asked me to...” Turning to Belinda, Mary asked her, “Is that true? You ASKED him to give you a spanking?”

    Rubbing her rear, which was beginning to sting right before Mary had shown up, said with a pout. “Welll…. I didn’t exactly ask him to. I said he could, if he didn’t evict me. Is that legal?”

    Mary doubted if it was, but she didn’t want to admit that, because she sometimes offered first time offenders, who had only committed minor offenses a similar deal. Spend the rest of your life with a criminal record, or spend the rest of the week unable to sit down. Just last night, she had been sent to a clothing store to pick up four college co-eds who had been caught stealing. They told Mary, with tears running down their pretty faces, they were sorority pledges, and their pledge mistress told them, if they didn’t return to the sorority house, each with something they had shoplifted from that store, she would blister their butts. She offered them that deal, arrested or spanked, and they all agreed to be punished. Mary drove the four teenage thieves down a country road, where she sat their bare behinds on fire, with her hand. She then ordered the four would be felons, to bend across a fallen log, side by side, and wore their asses out with a switch. She had to smile, thinking about how they all howled in unison, whenever she hit a pothole as she drove them to their sorority house. And how nervous they all looked, leaving her cruiser, knowing they still had a paddling coming. 

   Mary, who could tell by looking at her, Belinda was desperately in need of discipline. Hell, she deserved to be spanked, for lying to her, an officer of the law. Mary said with a wicked grin, “Yes, if you agreed to be spanked, young lady, he’s legally allowed to spank you. And I’ll stay until he’s done, to make sure things don’t get out of hand here.” Actually, she was staying, because she wanted to see Belinda get her big bottom tore up.

   Hearing that, Juan hauled Belinda back across his lap. He had planned on going easy on her, just warm her ample ass cheeks up a little, but now, after trying to get him arrested he wanted to really fry her fanny, until Belinda’s bottom was boiling. 

    Hearing all of the commotion coming from next door, the woman who lived in the apartment next to Belinda’s, Dreama Bennett, a woman in her early fifties, with long shiny grey hair, sea green eyes and dimples that danced when she smiled, wandered out into the hallway. Since Mary had left the door to Belinda’s apartment wide open, she had a clear view of what was happening in there. She was amazed, and delighted to see Juan had taken her advice, and was giving that German troublemaker just what she deserved. Even if she saw some flaws in his execution. Spankings should be given on the bare. And he should restrain Belinda’s legs, with his, to keep her from kicking, and hold her right wrist tightly behind her back, to stop her from protecting her rear with her hands.

    Dreama was an expert on how to give a proper spanking, although she had never done that. Her knowledge came from her late husband, he had spanked her since they were first married. She still remembered that first spanking. You could say, it was BURNT into her memory. She had been her parents’ perfect little princess, they had never even scolded her, no matter how badly she had acted. That all changed when she married Jay. She was only eighteen, Jay, an iron worker at the time, was thirty-two. She thought she could continue with her spoiled and bossy ways, as a wife, the same way she did when she was a child. Jay had other ideas, One night, having had enough of her bitching and complaining, he had hauled her across his lap, and sat her ass on fire. As soon as that spanking was over, she told Jay he was a monster, and she was leaving him in the morning. She then ran crying into their guest bedroom, and slammed and locked the door.

    She was way too sore to go to sleep that night, and had spent the entire time, lying on her stomach, while the ceiling fan cooled off her blazing buns, thinking. Maybe Jay was right, maybe she did deserve that spanking, for how she had acted. She had never been held responsible for her actions before, that was why she still behaved like a brat. She needed to be held accountable for how she acted.  She knew she needed discipline to become the woman her parents thought she was. The woman Jay deserved.

     The next morning, she walked into the kitchen, and apologized to Jay. She then handed him her hairbrush, and told him, he could use it, whenever he thought she deserved it. And he did.

    Watching Juan attempting to spank Belinda reminded her of how badly she missed her late husband. And his loving discipline. She wished she was across Juan’s lap, instead of Belinda. She pictured herself, her bottom bare, fire engine red, growing hotter and hotter, as Juan’s strong hand rained down one fiery slap after another, on her boiling backside….

       WILL DREAMA’S DREAM COME TRUE? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER THREE, “JUAN LEARNS HOW TO GIVE A PROPER SPANKING”. COMING SOON!

We are Number One!

Dame Athanasia: "Are you, uh, a real villainess?"

Livonna: "Well, uh, technically... nah."

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Wolffang: "Nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Have you ever hunted for the forbidden knowledge?"

Kajira: "Nah, nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Alright. I can see that I will have to teach you how to be villainesses."

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