Naughty Werewolves Get Spanked!

  Snowstorm, a white she-wolf, with fiery red hair and golden eyes, was dancing in the moonlight. Not because she was happy. No, quite the opposite. She was dancing because her hair wasn’t the only part of her currently as red as fire. And just as hot. Her bottom was crisscrossed with thin, stinging welts. 
   Beside her, her sister, Midnight, a werewolf as black as sin, but also with crimson locks and golden eyes, was doing a similar dance. For the same reason. The two wolf- girls were both hopping from paw to paw, howling at the moon, their hands gently massaging their boiling hot bottoms.
   Watching them was Lord Lobo, the leader of their pack. He sat on a fallen log, the log the wild girls were just bent across. In his hand was a bundle of switches. On his handsome face, he wore a smile, revealing his razor sharp fangs. He hated punishing the two sisters, but watching them dance after a good dose of “the fire sticks” always made him smile.
  He spoke harshly to the twins, “Girls, I’m sorry I had to punish you so severely, but you know the rules of our pack, any member of my tribe, that raises a paw against another member, must be disciplined. I hope this will be the last time I ever catch you fighting. Now, return to our den, and stay there until I give you permission to leave. The night is getting late and I must go hunting. Hopefully your howls didn’t scare off all of the prey for miles around. If you did, and I return empty handed, you’ll both be cutting me another bundle of switches. NOW, GO HOME AND STAY THERE, with your naughty noses facing the cave wall until I return.” With that, he vanished into the woods like a shadow.
   The twins started their long trek home, walking slowly and stiffly, each step causing a fresh wave of scalding hot heat to flare up across their well roasted rears. Snowstorm, carefully tracing the multitude of welts now decorating her derrière, thought back on the reason she was fighting with her sister, relieved that Lord Lobo hadn’t asked them what started their brawl. Snowstorm’s cheeks burned as hotly as her blistered bottom, thinking of the reason why. Unbeknownst to him, both of the sisters were in love with him. Madly in love. And for reasons she couldn’t understand, thinking about Lord Lobo scorching her backside, made her love him even more.