The Kidnapping

"Ugh! I already forgot, how uncomfortable these 'traditional barbarian clothes' are! I just had put it on and am already itchy!" Wolffang shivered slightly, putting on a rough animal-skin dress. She glanced at Livonna, who turned in her full wolf-form and sighed.

"Enough complaining!" Dame Athanasia said strictly "You both know, that tribal orcs don't wear proper civilised dresses. So, if we want to caught shamaness by surprise, you two should look like locals. And like this you are looking completely right way. Now go! And don't you dare to return to me empty handed!" the vampiress smiled sinisterly.

Wolffang and Livonna both gulped and hurry to leave. Already outside the castle the orcess turned to she-werewolf.

"Alright, Liv. Now we need a plan. When I lived in tribe, a usual punishment was a switching. And let me tell you, those switching always were very thorough. Almost like those spankings you and me are usually receiving from the Dame..." the orcess trembled.

"Well, I guess, we need to lure this shamaness out from the village somehow." The she-wolf barked "What do you think will make her interested or upset enough to leave the village without any friends or guards?"

Wolffang rubbed her chin and smiled. "Well, I guess, I have an idea..."

Conspirators stopped at the edge of the woods right near the village. Livonna smelled the air carefully and looked around.

"Alright, I guess that orcess in a horned hat is our shamaness. And now we need to lure her out. So, what's your plan?" she turned to Wolffang.

"Oh, my plan is just perfect! Let me..." suddenly the orcess roughly grabbed the she-werewolf be her ear "Now howl as loud as you can, wolfy!" she brought a leather belt on Livonna's butt. Hard.

The she-wolf yelped in surprise and pain. The orcess continued whipping her, hitting as hard as she could.

"Take this! And this! You, bad wolf! Lazy wolfy! I'll show you, how to bark at me!" Wolffang laughed, keeping the spanking go. Livonna growled and howled in pain, squirming and wiggling, trying to break out from Wolffang's grip.

"Hey, you! Stop this immediately! Why are you torturing this she-wolf so bad?! Stop right now, I said you!" suddenly a woman's scream reached their ears. Both Livonna and Wolffang turned to it and saw the shamaness running right in their side.

"Oh, just as I thought!" Wolffang smirked and gave Livonna another one heavy belt stroke, making the she-werewolf bawl.

The last thing the shamaness expected was that the she-wolf she was planning to save from the thrashing will suddenly turn into a half-human half-wolf creature and turn against her with the orcess who was just torturing her. And before she was able to cast any spell, the conspirators pinned her to the ground and tied her hands behind her back. The she-werewolf stepped aside, rubbing her sore bottom.

"Was it really that necessary to spank me so hard?" she complained, stepping foot to foot.

"Well, we needed to make the shamaness believe, that you need help. And she believed, so I guess, I did everything right!" the orcess giggled, placing a gag in shamaness's mouth. "Besides, you are used to it. Now turn back into a wolf! We need to hurry back to Dame, before anyone noticed that we kidnapped the shamaness!"

Livonna grumbled a bit, but turned in her full wolf form, bigger than before, so Wolffang could put the shamaness on her back and sit behind her herself.

"Off we go, Liv! Hurry to the castle!" the orcess commanded.

The she-werewolf growled and got off to a flying start.

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Four

   After being paddled by Batman and switched by Catwoman, Belinda was no longer in the mood to go to a party, so she walked back to her hotel room, each painful step sending a fresh wave of heat across her welt covered backside. Once there, she stripped off her Catwoman outfit, tore it to pieces and threw it in the trash, and took a cold shower, hoping the icy water would cool down her blazing buns. Then, lying on her stomach in bed, with an ice pack on her still warm rear, Belinda sent her friend Bromhilda a email, and a photo of her ruby red rear,  explaining what had happened to her. Bromhilda texted her back …

   BROMHILDA: OUCH! Looks like we’ll both be sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Just like we used to, when we were teenagers, and used to get into trouble together.

   BELINDA: Why? What happened to you?

   BROMHILDA: Do you remember my ex Steve Anderson?

   BELINDA: How could I ever forget him after that time he had us both bend over his bed and whipped us with his belt for using his credit card without his permission. I had welts for a week! Are you dating him again?

    BROMHILDA : No, that bitch Eva is! I invited everybody from my office to my party, not knowing Eva was going out with Steve now. I know now why she told me I should break up with him. She wanted him for herself. Well, when she walked in with Steve, I was furious with her, and told her to get the Hell out of my apartment. She called me a bitch, and threw her drink in my face, so I slapped her. As hard as I could and busted her lip. I never saw Steve so angry before. He pulled me across his lap, right in front of all of my friends and coworkers and started to spank me with his hand. I was wearing a Wonder Woman costume, so my butt was mostly bare. He sat my ass on fire, and then told me to apologize to Eva.

     BELINDA: Did you?

     BROMHILDA : HELL NO! But Steve remembered I had an oval wooden hairbrush, I usually kept in my bedroom, and told Eva to go get it. You should had seen the smile on that slut’s face when she handed it to Steve. If I thought my ass was on fire before, after Steve went to work with that hairbrush, my butt was boiling hot. And blistered. Then, he told me to apologize to Eva again. I hated to do it but I knew if I ever wanted to be able to sit down again, I better. Here, I’ll send you a photo.

    BELINDA: AUUUUHHHH! HE REALLY TORE YOUR ASS UP!

    BROMHILDA: I feel like I’m sitting on a hot plate. But at least I may get a little bit of revenge later tonight. Steve noticed how much Eva was enjoying watching me hop from foot to foot, trying to rub out the fires Steve had just ignited, and I heard him whisper to her, “This is all your fault, Young Lady, You called Bromhilda a bitch and threw your drink on her. We’re going to have a little ‘talk’ about that when I get you home.” Whenever Steve told me he wanted to “talk” to me, I usually ended up unable to sit down for a day or two. I hope he’s beating her big butt right now.

   BELINDA: Sounds like we won’t be the only girls in Gotham sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?

    BROMHILDA: That sounds good. But I may have to bring a pillow with me.

    BELINDA: Bring one for me, too. I’ll need it.

THE END

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Three

   Belinda’s big butt was on FIRE! Gently rubbing her roasting rear seemed to only stroke the fire, fanning the flames, until the German’s brat’s bottom was boiling. “AUUUH, my poor popo!” the beautiful blonde sobbed, “ I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
   Noticing a fountain across the park, Belinda wanted to run to it immediately, but decided her best option was to walk to it as slowly as possible, since every step she took, caused a new wave of intense heat to flare up across her blistered butt. Once there, bracing herself with her arms, she lowered her still bare backside into the chilly water, carefully to make sure her badly bruised butt didn’t touch the bottom of the fountain. 
    Belinda was enjoying the effects of the cooling water, when she heard what sounded like the purring of a cat. And heard a silky female voice say, “Well, well, well, what have we here? Did somebody just give this naughty kitty a spanking?”
    Looking up, Belinda was startled to see Catwoman approaching her. “KATZENFRAU! Ja, that damn Fiedermaus-Mann just paddled me!”
   Catwoman smiled mischievously, while caressing her own luscious rear, “OUCH! I know from personal experience, how hard Batman spanks. Unfortunately for you, I’m quite adept at blistering bottoms, too. Which I do, every time I catch somebody in Gotham dressed as me. I can’t have people committing crimes that I’ll be blamed for, now can I?”
   Belinda hopped down from the water fountain, her hands covering her still smoldering backside, “WAIT A MINUTE, I’m NOT a criminal! I’m on my way to a costume party!”
   “Sorry, Kitty Kat, my costume, my rules. With those claws on your gloves, you shouldn’t have any trouble cutting me some switches.”
   SWITCHES! Every German knew what switches were. And how painful they were. They left welts that took days to fade away. “HELLO NO!” Belinda said, fire in her eyes burning as hotly as the fires across her rear, “I don’t care if you ARE Katzenfrau! You’re NOT switching me! GET OUT OF MY WAY! 
    Belinda was marching past Catwoman when she heard the loud crack of a whip, seconds before she felt it’s bite, as it sizzled across her still bare backside. “AUUUUHHH!”, Belinda screamed her hands flying to the fiery welt now branded across her backside. Turning, Belinda saw for the first time, the lethal looking whip in Catwoman’s right hand. “Your choice, my whip or the switch. Which one will it be?”
    Staring at the whip, fearfully, still feeling the burning kiss from it across still feeling the burning kiss from it across her roasting rear, Belinda whispered, “I’ll … I’ll go cut you a switch.”
     Stay tuned, Brat Fans, for the fourth and final chapter of this story. Next time you’ll get to meet Belinda’s friend from Germany, Bromhilda, and find out what happened at her party, while Catwoman was painting welts across Belinda’s plump posterior with her switch. Here’s a clue, Belinda and Bromhilda will both be sleeping on their stomachs tonight. COMING SOON!