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