Some Arguments

She said: "Bundesliga is BETTER than American college football!"
He yelled: "BLASPHEMY!!!" and then added some non-verbal arguments to that.

Fire and Ice

    Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany, with ice blue eyes and a bubble butt, stormed into her apartment and headed right towards her refrigerator. Opening the freezer she removed one of the many ice packs she had stored in there. Why so many, you may ask. If you got spanked as often as Belinda did, your freezer would be full of ice packs, too. 

   Removing her skirt and panties, Belinda checked her plump posterior out in her full length mirror. It was even redder than she expected it to be. Holding an ice pack to her boiling butt cheeks, she sighed. “For such a tiny woman, Professor Amanda McClain sure can spank hard. Of course, she was using a hairbrush. That damn brush burned like Hell fire!”

 

   Professor McClain was Belinda’s art professor. She was thirty some years old, only five feet tall, and probably weighted ninety pounds. But she swung a hairbrush like a lumberjack swings his axe. Belinda was babysitting the professor’s daughter, Amy, for her tonight. Once Amy went to bed, Belinda decided to make herself a snack. Opening the refrigerator, Belinda saw Amanda had a bottle of wine. The temptation was too great for the alcohol loving girl, and she poured herself a glass. Turning she was surprised to see Amanda standing behind her. Belinda hadn’t heard her come in. Amanda, fire raging in her eyes, grabbed Belinda by the ear, and marched her into her bedroom.

 

     “I’m paying you to watch my daughter, NOT to get drunk. On the wine I was saving for my party tomorrow.” Amanda said, as she sat down in a chair by her bed, before pulling Belinda across her lap, flipping up her short skirt, and pulling down her panties. Picking up a large oval hairbrush from her nightstand, she began to rain fire down on Belinda’s big bottom.

   Hearing the commotion, the loud cracks from Amanda’s hairbrush, the yells from Belinda, Amy went into her mother’s bedroom to investigate. “Mommy, why are you spanking Belinda? Has she been bad?”

 

   “Yes, Amy, she’s been very, very naughty.” Amanda said, as she continued her assault on Belinda’s ample ass.

 

   Shocked by how red Belinda’s bottom was, Amy asked her, “Does your booty hurt, Belinda?”

    “Does it hurt? My ass is on FIRE!” Belinda said tearfully.

 

   “OH, Mommy, Belinda said a BAD word! Are you going to spank her for that, too?” Amy asked.

    Amanda had decided Belinda’s had been punished enough, but hearing that, she decided to continue. “How dare you use profanity in front of a child you’re supposed to be watching! You’re  a horrible role model.”

 

   “But…”, Belinda, said, begging for mercy. “I’m from Germany. I did not know that was a bad word here.”

 

   “Well, then, this will be a lesson to teach you how to behave when you’re hired to babysit somebody’s child AND an English lesson.” Amanda said before landing a final thirty swats on Belinda’s already blistering bottom, fifteen for each cherry red cheek, mainly on Belinda’s sit spots. 

   Releasing the bawling blonde from her lap, Belinda began to bounce around the bedroom, from foot to foot. Howling and rubbing her neon red rear. Amy thought she looked so silly, she couldn’t stop laughing.

   After a few minutes, Belinda had calmed down enough, to apologise to Amanda. While she did, Amy reached up and touched Belinda’s bottom, “WOW, your booty is HOT, Belinda! And RED! I’m glad Mommy never spanks me. I just get sent to time-out. I have to sit in the corner, in my naughty chair.”

   “That’s a really good idea, Amy” Amanda said as she turned the hard wooden chair she had just spanked Belinda in towards the wall. “I want you to sit here for half a hour, Belinda. Then I’ll pay you, and you can go home.”

 

   “BUT I CAN’T SIT DOWN! Not after that spanking!” the German brat protested, before seeing Amanda reaching once again for her hairbrush. That prompted Belinda to quickly hop onto the chair, and just as quickly hop back up. “AUTSCH! That hurts.” Amy giggled at that, but Amanda didn’t find it amusing. She gave Belinda’s fire engine red rear another half dozen hard swats, before Belinda gingerly sat back down.

 

   After a half hour, that seemed much longer to Belinda, as she squirmed back and forth, trying in vain to get comfortable, as comfortable as a girl could be, when she felt like she was sitting on hot coals, Amanda came back into her bedroom. “Belinda, I was talking to Amy while you were in time-out. She loves you and thinks I was overly harsh with you. Maybe … she’s right. I know you’re a good girl. And it was just one glass of wine. I want to apologize, and give you this. A bonus. A extra hundred dollars. And to ask you, if you can babysit Amy again next Friday.”

 

      Belinda thanked her and told Amanda she would see her Friday. Now, in her apartment, with the ice packs slowly cooling down her burning buns, Belinda had to smile. If she got a hundred dollars EVERY time she got spanked, she would be a millionaire in no time.

Beast of Kasterwood

Dame Athanasia sighed and added more wood to the fireplace. Kajira caught her eye. The vampiress nodded.

"So, where had I stopped? Oh, yes. As I said before, I spent a lot of time looking for a cure for vampirism. I studied many books and dissertation about supernatural beings, including vampires, werewolves, demons and such a creatures. I hoped I will find a way to become a human again. I became an expert in the Dark Side of the supernatural just to found out that if I really want to make the cure for my corrupted essence, I would need to spent almost all of my life just to find all the ingredients and to gather them in right moments of time. So, I preferred to stay a creature of the night instead of chasing shadows. After all, being an immortal worth it to drink a sentient being's blood time to time. And since I became an expert in supernatural, many people started hiring me as an adviser or even a monster hunter. A vampire hunting a children of the Darkness. Ironically, isn't it?" Dame Athanasia chuckled. "So, when a ferocious creature started terrorising a place named Kasterwood, the count called for me to help him to hunt and catch that monster..."

 As I arrived to the castle Helsubus, Sebastian Lannister, count of Kasterwood, brought me up to date. As he told me, a monstrous beast was terrorising villages around the town. It was coming every full moon. A wild beast, angry, relentless and almost invincible. No locks or hunting traps could stop it. The peasants and most of the guards were scared stiff by the only rumours about that beast. Beast of Kastrewood - that's how they called it. And count of Kasterwood wanted me to catch it for him. It was quite obvious that that Beast was with a high probability a werewolf. A rogue werewolf, as I supposed. Usually those beasts are living in packs and trying to stay away from any others settlements. At least - during full moon nights, when most of them are unable to control themselves. And, having a working hypothesis, I started my inquiry. It took almost half a year, since the Beast was making it's appearances only in the nights around the full moon, and I had no way to predict, where will it strike next time. Of course, count of Kasterwood and many other people in his lands already tried to systematise, where the Beast could coming from. Their mistake was that they was sure, that it was a kind of a demon in a wolfish body or just a possessed wolf, so they were looking for it in the forest thicket and uninhabited caves, ignoring old ruins. And as I knew, a lone werewolf would try to hide in a place, which will remember it about it's human nature. Or elven. Or dwarfish. Or orcish. Nevermind. The point is that count's people never tried to seek for that beast in any of those old ruins, almost forgotten in the forest. I have no doubt that if the count hadn't asked for my help, one day his people would have started searching for the Beast in these ruins anyway. But now that doesn't matter. I analysed all the facts about the Beast's attacks and then checked all the old ruins on the map for a place, where it could hide to be able to strike like it did that all those month. So I found a very old and almost forgotten Isaiah's temple. It was even uncharted on almost all modern maps. So on the next full moon I ordered to make an ambush near it after the midnight, but before the down. We were waiting for the Beast, but the only creature that appeared in the morning, was a young girl with a barely noticeable animal features. Count's men were unsure if she could be Beast of Kasterwood, but I ordered to take her and bring to the count."

Even the count did not believe me, that I caught Beast of Kasterwood. His men interrogated the girl I brought to him, and she said that her name is Livonna Grau and she was hiding from a loan shark. So the count sentenced the girl to a public birching. And that was a chance for me to prove my correctness! As you know, my dear Kajira, the werewolves often are turning in a beasts, when they are in a great pain. Luckily for me, the day was overcast, so I could stand outside without even umbrella.

A huge crowd gathered to watch the execution. Livonna was tied to a whipping horse. And after the count ordered, the executioner started the birching. The sharp blows of the birches made Livonna desperately screaming in pain and struggling in the ropes very quickly, but unfortunately for her, she was tied properly. So she could only wag her bottom slightly, unable save it from the burning, flesh-tearing strokes. Bright welts swelled on the girl's bubble butt. It didn't take much time before those welts stained with blood. Livonna screamed desperately as the pain was spreading through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut in horror and clenched her teeth. All the spankings she had to endure before were nothing compared to this one. And the very next two strokes knocked the last doubts out of her. At least that was what she told me when she was able to speak again.

An each birch stroke quickly started leaving small wounds around the immediately swelling welt, which bled enough that soon Livonna's plump butt was glistened with blood. Livonna screamed, desperately struggling and wincing in ropes, clenched and unclenched her fists, curled and spread her toes, but nothing gave her any distraction from the pain tearing her entire body apart even for a moment. The executioner knew his job. The birch landed smoothly on the buttocks, which were rapidly becoming covered with purple welts, cutting deeply into the soft flesh. Livonna's buttocks and thighs were becoming more and more covered with welts and bruises, and after each strike, her screams sounded more and more like frenzied grunts. And her body suddenly started changing.

Watching Livonna's body was squirming under the strokes of the birch, how she was screaming from unbearable pain, how her plump buttocks and even her wide back were covering with purple welts, even I began to feel uncomfortable. I won't lying - I never was very merciful with low classes and servants when it was about the punishments, but this birching was too much even by my standards. And when Livonna's wolfish features became obvious to everyone, the count ordered to birch this dark creature to death! And, unexpectedly for myself, I suddenly realised, that I I want to save this girl. I'm still not completely sure, why I decided to do that. Maybe because she was a dark creature just like me. Maybe because I wanted to save her from those dorks just because I knew, that they would torture me the same way, if they will know, who I really am.

So, when Livonna was almost passing out from the pain, almost turning into the Beast, that was scaring all the Kasterwood for almost a year, I thought that it is the time to intervene. And I said to the count, that now nobody can deny, that I caught Beast of Kasterwood for him. And since he promised me whatever I'll ask him about as the reward for catching Beast of Kasterwood, I insisted that he should not only knighting me, but also let me keep Beast of Kasterwood as my trophy. And he agreed.

So I returned to my castle having a knighthood and keeping a half-dead she-werewolf as a trophy. Livonna was in a really terrible state. All her back and buttocks were badly welted and bruised. I wasn't sure, if she will survive, but she did. I spent many days nursing her wounds. Even her natural healing power wasn't enough to make her recover quickly. And while she was weak, I decided not to waste time and started teaching her some etiquette. After all I was planning to make her my personal maid, so she should know how to behave in high class society.

Also I made her tell me everything about her. Just as I thought, she was from lower class. Her name was really Livonna Grau, and she became a werewolf after she stole a cursed pendant from a Gypsy. As she explained me, she was desperately needing any money to pay for her flat. So when I offered her to become my maid, she agreed without thinking.

But the main problem were not her lack of manners or of education. She was a werewolf and she had a big problems with controlling her wildness.

 

You'll ask me, how did I train my werewolf? Well, my dear Kajira, I analysed all the books and dissertations I had read about the werewolves, and reached a conclusion, that since the werewolves are not too different from animals, I should tame my werewolf just I would tame a wild wolf or a bad dog.

Next few month were very painful for Livonna. I was punishing her for every minor mistake. Especially, when she allowed her beast part to take over her humanity. Few times I was very close to give up and admit, that werewolves are untrainable. But after all I got the result.

I'm not sure if my punishments and cruelty worked, or Livonna just spent enough time in her new condition to finally learn how to control herself. And she became the Livonna we both know. A bit reluctant, but loyal. And the most important - able to control her beast and human parts enough to be useful for me. But since I'm still unsure, what really made her able to control herself, I decided to be strict with her forever, so she'll be afraid of me enough to never lose control of herself. Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe I shouldn't be that cruel with my poor Livonna...

Dame Athanasia fell silent. She sighed and turned to the fireplace, looking at the cauldron.

"My poor Livonna. My poor wolf-girl. Where are you now?" she asked without addressing anyone. Kajira kept silent.

Suddenly the door opened and Wolffang broke inside. She turned to Dame Athanasia and fell on her knees, prostrating in front of her mistress.

"Milady, please, save me!" she whispered loudly "They came after me! Please, save me!" the orcess whimpered in fear.

Dame Athanasia gave her an angry look. "Are you scared enough to dared to return to me without Livonna? Who came after you? Explain yourself immediately!"

Enter the Brat Tamer

 

In the mountains surrounding the mighty dwarven city Wolffang the orcress burglar was smiling to herself as she had successfully stolen an artefact needed by Dame Athanasia, the vampireress, who Wolffang was working for. Wolffang was trying to get back into Dame Athanasia's good graces after a miscommunication between them. She knew that this artefact was important to her but not sure why.

Suddenly Wolffang heard the alarm go off in the city and she knew now that the dwarves would be out looking for it and whoever stole it. Wolffang had had run-ins with dwarves in the past that she had stolen from and didn't want that to happen again so she took off through the mountains to try and get away scot-free.

Unbeknownst to Wolffang there was someone on the mountain trails, a certain barbarian known throughout the land as Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha had seen Wolffang sneak from the dwarven city and saw the orcress carrying an artefact that belonged to the dwarves so she decided to follow Wolffang to find out why this artefact was so important and give the naughty thief a good spanking.

Wolffang made her way through the mountains in a hurry not wanting to be caught by the dwarves when suddenly from no where a woman appears on the path in front of her blocking her way. "Out my way you scar-faced bitch!" Wolffang snarled thinking to intimate this woman. The woman didn't move and only smiles replying "I will not you little thief. I'm Agatha Brat Tamer and you stole something from that dwarven city and I want to know why."

Wolffang blanched when she heard the name but not wanting to get caught by the dwarves decided to try and push past the barbarian woman "I don't care who you are and what I have is none of your fucking business you scar-faced bitch!" As Wolffang tried to push by Agatha she simply grabbed her by the ear and marched towards a rock.

"Oww! letgo my ear bitch! Stop I said what are you..." Wolffang was cut off mid sentence as Agatha sat upon the rock and pulled the bratty orcress across her lap. "That is thrice you called me a bitch and it shall not go unpunished. I also said I wanted to know why you stole the artefact and you will tell me."

Agatha begins to spank Wolffang with all her might enjoying how she squirms and how her shapely butt jiggles with each smack.

"Oww I'm sorry I called you a bitch alright? I'm not telling you anything about the artefact no matter how hard you spank me." Wolffang yells defiantly.

Agatha simply smiles as she raises Wolffang's skirt baring her bottom. "We shall see about that you little brat," Agatha growls as she picks up Tear Bringer, her trusty hair brush, and begins to spank Wolffang with it. Wolffang instantly begins to kick her legs and tries to squirm away from the onslaught of smacks from Tear Bringer. Agatha simply repositions Wolffang on her lap and uses her legs to lock Wolffang's in place and continues to spank her butt enjoying how the orcress butt has turned from green to red. "You will tell me what I want to know or I'll spank your cute ass all day!" Agatha roars.

Soon Wolffang can no longer hold back her tears and begins to cry.

"OW!!! Alright! OUCH!!! Alright! OW!!! I stole the artefact for someone I don't know what they want it for!" Wolffang says through her sobs. Agatha pauses the spanking and rubs her bright red butt comfortingly and asks "What is the name of the person who wanted you to steal this artefact?"

Wolffang cries even harder "I can't tell you she will beat me unmercifully!" Wolffang sobs not giving Agatha a name. Agatha laughs and picks up her paddle Butt Bruiser and says "You should be more worried about the beating you will receive if you don't tell me."

Agatha then begins to bring Butt Bruiser down repeatedly across Wolffang's bright red sore butt. Wolffang begins to scream in agony each blow from the paddle feeling like a lightning bolt hitting her ass.

While Agatha continues to paddle Wolffang the dwarves from the city who had organised to find the thief heard her screams coming from the mountain pass. They hurried to investigate.

Agatha heard the commotion of the dwarves hurrying their way and smiled. "Decision time little thief if you don't tell me the name of who sent you for the artefact I'll turn you over to the dwarves so they can dispense their justice."

Wolffang whose bottom was a deep crimson colour and beginning to bruise was screaming and crying as the paddling continues. As Agatha threatens to turn her over to the dwarves she yells: "Dame Athanasia! OUCH!!! I stole the artefact for Dame Athanasia! OWIEEE!!!! Please don't give me to the dwarves... OW!!!" Wolffang pleaded. Agatha gave Wolffang one more smack with Butt Bruiser and dropped her off her lap. She took the artifact from Wolffang and put it in her bag with her implements that she carries everywhere she goes.

Agatha looks at Wolffang sternly and says "Tell Dame Athanasia if she wants this artefact all she needs do is find Agatha Brat Tamer and try to take it back."

Wolffang a crying mess with a crimson butt,bruises beginning to appear on her sore butt cheeks, jumps up and runs away rubbing her sore butt as she goes hoping to escape the dwarves. As she runs rubbing her sore ass and crying her eyes red and puffy tears flowing continuously she thinks to herself how can she explain this to Dame Athanasia without receiving a much worse punishment.

 

Once Wolffang made sure the angry dwarves had not followed her she began to slow down to a walk rubbing her sore bottom and mumbling to herself trying to think of a way to explain to Dame Athanasia. She had left the mountain pass behind and was now walking through the woods to return to her gangs hideout when she suddenly heard the laugh of a particular werewolf that Wolffang found annoying.

Livonna Grau, still in her human form, approached Wolffang laughing at her bright red and bruised backside saying: "My my my it looks like the little burglar tried to steal the artefact but failed miserably." As Livonna said this she gave Wolffang a mighty smack to her already beaten and battered ass.

"Owwwww! Watch it she-bitch! I'm already sore enough back there. And I didn't fail I got the artefact."

Livonna looked at Wolffang shocked, "Wait really where is it? Let me see? Oh mistress will be so happy." Livonna says impressed that Wolffang had done something right. Then Wolffang began to blush,

"Well I can't show you because someone stole it from me that is why my ass is so sore right now..." Wolffang admits.

Livonna laughed as she smacked Wolffang on her sore ass again.

"So you stole the artefact but let someone steal it from you? Not much of a thief are you? Who stole it? I'll go get it back and I'll make sure Dame Athanasia knows I had to fix your mess!"

Wolffang jumps from the smack to her sore ass. "Oww! Hey I'm still a decent thief! I stole the damn thing from the dwarves, didn't I? It's not my fault that barbarian bitch Agatha Brat Tamer stole it from me. That scar-faced bitch can really dish out a good spanking." As Wolffang finished saying this she began to rub her butt trying to ease the pain of her swollen backside.

Livonna snarled at the name Agatha Brat Tamer replying: "Well I'll go handle this barbarian who gave your ass such a blistering and get the artefact back for Dame Athanasia but I want all the credit since I'm going to be doing the heavy lifting here and fixing your mess."

Wolffang continued to rub her sore ass. "Do as you wish I'll wait here for you then we can go to Dame Athanasia together. And Livonna, please, try to help me convince mistress not to beat me to severely!"

Livonna just smiled as she turned into a wolf and headed out to find Agatha Brat Tamer. She went to the mountain pass and found Agatha's scent and began her hunt for the barbarian who had the dwarven artefact that Dame Athanasia needed. As night came Livonna followed the scent till she came across the campsite of Agatha Brat Tamer who was in her sleeping bag by the campfire. Livonna smiled to herself as she crept into the camp and attacked the woman in the sleeping bag.

Much to Livonna's surprise it was not Agatha in the sleeping bag but a decoy Agatha had made up. Livonna was stunned not believing this could be when suddenly she was being choked by the very powerful arms of Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha had set up the decoy expecting someone to come for the artefact. Agatha' s decoy had worked to perfection as the overconfident Livonna had not expected a trap. Now Agatha had applied a sleeper hold and was pulling with all her strength to cause the werewolf Livonna to pass out.

As Livonna lost consciousness, she began to revert back to her human form much to the delight of Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha found Livonna Grau to be quite beautiful with a bottom just perfect to spank.

Agatha picked up Livonna as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her limp form over to a nearby stump and sat down placing Livonna across her lap then sat waiting for Livonna to regain consciousness.

As Livonna began to stir she was dazed and confused not sure what had happened and surprised to be facing the ground. Livonna then realised that she was laying across someone's lap as she felt Agatha drumming her fingers on her butt.

"Ahh you are awake finally. I'm sorry for the trap I laid, my dear, but as I expected trouble I had to have an advantage and luckily I did you destroyed that decoy easily and I doubt I would have fared much better. So I take it you work with the thief who stole the artefact I now possess?"

Livonna only growls in reply to Agatha's question causing her to laugh. "Ahh a feisty one are you? Well a sore bottom will fix that, then you can tell me why this artefact is so important to this Dame Athanasia, person the little thief told me of."

Agatha then begins to spank Livonna smack after hard smack landing on her bare bottom causing her to squirm. As the spanking continues Agatha begins to ask Livonna some questions. "So how does an orcress and a werewolf come to work together hmm? Tell me, how you two came to work for this Dame Athanasia and why you are stealing for her."

Livonna begins to howl in protest as her bottom begins to redden

"Oww! Stop spanking me you bitchy barbarian. Me and Wolffang have worked with Dame Athanasia for awhile, now we each have our reasons and they are none of your business. Dame Athanasia is a powerful being who you do not want to piss off or steal from."

Agatha raises an eyebrow at this statement from Livonna and picks up her trusty wooden spoon Bottom Burner, given it's name as it was enchanted to make any bottom it was used on to feel like they were set on fire, and begins to spank Livonna with it.

"A powerful being is this Dame Athanasia? Someone I shouldn't piss off? Someone I shouldn't steal from?"

As Agatha asks each question she smacks each of Livonna's sore butt cheeks with Bottom Burner causing Livonna to kick her legs as her ass now feels like it is on fire from the enchantment of the spoon.

As Agatha continues the spanking she says to Livonna: "Luckily she shouldn't be pissed at me but thanking me for correcting her stooges mistakes and I didn't steal anything from Dame Athanasia, I took an artefact stolen by the orcress thief"

Livonna begins to howl louder squirming uncontrollably unable to prevent her legs from kicking as her ass now feels like it is setting inside a bonfire due to the magical properties of Bottom Burner. As Livonna continues to struggle she begins to lose control and begins transforming into a wolf.

Agatha notices a tail begin to grow from Livonna's backside she quickly grabs hold of her tail holding her in place she sets down Bottom Burner and grabs her leather strap Brats Bane, made from the hide of a dragon, and gives Livonna a sadistic smile.

"I have heard rumours, that if a werewolf is in grave distress, they cannot control their ability to transform, but I never thought to experience it in person. Well I'm surely going to cause some distress with Brat's Bane you simple mutt."

Agatha then brings Brat's Bane down repeatedly across Livonna's ass which was now bright red and feels as if it is engulfed in flames. Six blows Agatha gives Livonna each harder than the last. As the last lash of the strap connects Agatha releases Livonna from her lap who finishes transforming into a wolf and runs into the woods howling.

Agatha yelled taunting y after Livonna "Tell your Dame Athanasia, I do not care how powerful she is, I am not afraid. If she wants the same treatment I gave you and the little orcress thief then tell her to dare try and take this artefact away from the mighty Agatha Brat Tamer!"

Livonna ran through the woods hearing the challenging call she runs to where she knows a pond to be and sticks her backside in the pond to try and ease the inferno she feels on her ass. After staying at the pond for an hour Livonna returns to her human form and returns to Wolffang her eyes red and puffy and rubbing her sore beaten ass which was bright red and beginning to bruise.

When Wolffang saw Livonna she snickers and says: "So I take it you didn't retrieve the artefact?"

Livonna simply glares at Wolffang before they both begin the trip to their hideout to explain what happened to Dame Athanasia.

As Wolffang and Livonna approach the hideout they see Kajira waiting on them smiling.

"It seems you two bird brains have let Dame Athanasia down she has heard how you stole the artefact only to have it stolen from you, Wolffang. She also heard how you claimed you would retrieve the artefact but failed, Livonna. And since you two chose to try and steal the artefact without making a plan with her, your plans to get a reward have backfired, and when Dame Athanasia returns from dealing with this barbarian Agatha Brat Tamer, she plans to give you both a punishment and has instructed me to make sure you both remain here and prepare you for your upcoming punishment."

As Kajira says this she smiles and Wolffang and Livonna cry not sure if they will be able to handle a punishment from their mistress.

 

The howling of the werewolf could still be heard in the distance, when a pair of a glowing red eyes suddenly sparked in the bushes right behind Agatha's back. And while the barbarian woman was laughing at the spanked werewolf, a menacing figure with a pale white skin and raven haired beauty noiselessly appeared from the night shadows. In the blink of an eye she was already close to the barbarian. Her needle-like teeth pierced the woman's neck.

"So, you wanted to see Dame Athanasia in person, Agatha so called brat tamer, I suppose?" the raven haired woman laughed "Be careful, what do you wish for! Because here I am! And you have something, that belongs to me!" she smiled sinisterly, releasing Agatha.

The barbarian turned to the vampire, feeling, how some supernatural force makes her unable to resist the creature of the night's will. She was still able to argue with the vampire, but had no power to protect herself. "It belongs to the dwarves, no to you, bloodsucker!" she spat out.

The vampiress laughed louder and sat on a log, placing her opponent over her knees. "Well, well, well. I need to admit, I'm much appreciated, how you punished my useless minions for their failures, but it doesn't change the fact, that you dared to spoil my plans. And even while I am appreciated to you, no one have a right to punish my girls, except me or someone I allow to do that! And I don't remember, if I allowed you to punish any of my maids." she bared Agatha's bottom and opened her travel bag. "It looks like this is the artefact I am looking for. Thank you for keeping it for me!" Dame Athanasia took the artefact and hidden it into her own travel bag, before continued checking Agatha's goods. "Oh! It looks like I have here all I need to teach one overweening young woman a good lesson!" she smiled, raising Agatha's own hairbrush, Tear Bringer. "I wonder, if you ever felt all these nice things over this muscular ass of yours, Agatha! And, anyway, I'm happy to oblige!" she laughed sinisterly, before heavily landing the hairbrush on her owner's bottom for the first time. Agatha clenched her teeth. Her bottom was familiar with this hairbrush very well, since once it belonged to her mother, who was a very strict woman. But even she never spanked her this hard, so it didn't take much time from Dame Athanasia to make Agatha Brat Tamer to squirm over her lap, furiously kicking and crying out loud at each smack of the brush landing on her buttocks which turned bright pink quite quickly.

Suddenly Dame Athanasia stopped and rubbed Agatha's hot and already quite sore buttocks, slightly scratching them with her long sharp nails.

"I guess, since I want to check all these beautiful things this night, I need to switch to the next one," she giggled. "I don't want to broke you completely, so called 'Brat Tamer', but just teach you a lesson. So the spoon next, I guess!" she giggled some more, before raising the wooden spoon, Bottom Burner, aiming to Agatha's sit-spots. Even she was quite surprised, when these strokes made the woman scream out loud like she was a student of some Institute for Noble Maidens but not a barbarian warrior. "I guess it is enchanted, isn't it?" the vampiress smirked "Well, it looks like you're now taking your own medicine literally, Agatha. And hold still! Your behaviour is completely unladylike! Maybe this paddle will fix that?" she grinned like a pixie, now taking out Butt Bruiser.

The next few minutes seemed like an eternity to Agatha. An eternity of a burning terrible pain in her badly bruised buttocks. But that still wasn't the end, and she knew it. There was another one implement in her travel bag. And she was praying, that Dame Athanasia won't notice it. But the vampiress was observant enough to find it. She smiled dreadfully. "Oh, it looks like this is the thing that made my poor loyal Livonna howling so pitiful!" she turned to Agata's dark red ass covered with many purple bruises and chuckled. "I suppose it will be very unfair to my poor loyal Livonna, if you won't get some taste of this nasty strap yourself. I wonder, where did you get a dragon hide? It is illegal to slay such a rare species, you know? But enough talking, let us finish this!" and, paying no attention to all Agatha's pleading and weeping, she started tanning her already unbearable sore backside with Brat's Bane. She gave her just six strokes, but she made herself sure that those will be the Six of the Best, and then threw the almost passing passing out woman from her lap.

Agatha hardly sat on her hip, carefully rubbing her black and blue butt, weeping and bawling in pain. Dame Athanasia smirked sinisterly. "I hope, you'll learn your lesson, Agatha Tamed Brat, and will never dare to get in my way again. Don't try to hunt me down, if you don't want to get another thrashing. Thank you again for my artefact. And goodbye!" she threw all Agatha's implements to her and vanished in the night shadows, leaving the barbarian woman, who now was nothing more than a weeping mess, laying on the ground, nursing her terrible sore bottom.

The night was already old, when Dame Athanasia finally entered the camp of Blood Moon Gang. She glanced at her comrades and smiled sinisterly and triumphantly, making some accent at Wolffang's and Livonna's still red and sore bottoms. Both girls were still in tears, carefully nursing their badly spanked backsides. Kajira caught vampiress's eye and grinned.

"Just as you told me, milady." she said "I made sure, that these two won't go anyway, until your return."

Dame Athanasia nodded. "Good. So, I got the artefact and tamed the brat, who dared to call herself 'Brat Tamer'. And now it is time to give a valuable lesson to you two, since you both failed me!" the vampiress came closer to the orcess and the she-werewolf. Both girls trembled in fear and wept bitterly.

"But milady, please, that scar-faced bitch spanked us really bad!" Wolffang pleaded. "And I successfully stole that artefact from the dwarves! The only one, who really failed, is her, not me!" she pointed her finger at Livonna.

"Me?! I hunted that barbarian down! I bet my ass, you told her everything about Dame Athanasia, when she gave you that spanking! That's why she knew, that I will come! That's why she set a trap!" Livonna growled angrily.

Dame Athanasia sighed. "Enough! You both failed, and you both know very well that I do not let failures go unpunished." she turned to the witch "Kajira, dear, bring me a switch, please. A good and flexible one! It is time to teach this two useless girls a good lesson!"

Livonna and Wolffang both gulped in fear and covered their already badly sore buttocks with their hands, while Kajira smiled sinisterly, nodding to her mistress...

Part of my collaboration with guybert. His OC Agatha Brat Tamer meets my Blood Moon Gang

Bad Girl from Valley High: More Bad Luck

   Cindy Lou was still standing in the hallway, when Miss Browning exited Belinda’s room, closing the door behind her. For just a second, Cindy got a quick glimpse of Belinda, dancing by her bed, as she furiously rubbed her crimson butt  cheeks. Cindy was shocked by how red Belinda’s rear was, and decided, right then and there, she was NEVER going to give Miss Browning an excuse to punish her.

   The redhead, sweating and out of breath, smiled at Cindy and said, “I just had a talk with Belinda. I don’t think she’ll ever bother you again.” Cindy thanked her as they both walked back down the hallway. 

    Inside her room, Belinda stood on shaky legs, wishing she could sit down, but knowing from last weekend, how painful that would be. She opened her window and laid on her bed, hoping the night winds would help to cool down her sizzling hot buns,  but it didn’t. She still felt like her big bottom was boiling. Remembering there was an ice machine in the basement, where the students washed their clothes, she picked up her wastebasket and headed downstairs.

   In the basement, two of the students, dressed for the night as goth girls were doing their laundry, before heading out to the local goth club. Tonight was their favourite night there, it was Bad Girl Night, a night where you could act out your favourite fantasies. Della loved being spanked in front of a crowd, and Jill loved spanking her. The two girls were shocked by Belinda’s appearance, when she entered the laundry room. Her hair was a mess, her eyes red and swollen, and she was walking stiff legged, like a robot. A wastebasket in one hand, her other rubbing her roasting rear.

     Already in a bad mood, and in a lot of pain, the German brat screamed at the goth girls, “WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS LOOKING AT? ISN’T THERE A HOUSE SOMEWHERE YOU SHOULD BE HAUNTING?”

    Della, the more sensitive of the two, was hurt by Belinda’s verbal assault, and felt like she wanted to cry. Jill, however, seeing someone hurt her girlfriend’s feelings, was furious. “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO US LIKE THAT! WE HAVE A RIGHT TO DRESS ANYWAY WE WANT TO ON THE WEEKEND!”

    “And THAT’S how you chose to dress?” Belinda snarled, “ Like two escapees from a freak show? You look like goth clowns.”

   Seeing Della begin to cry, Jill slipped a pair of handcuffs out of her oversized purse, one of the items she planned on using later that night at the goth club. Before she knew what was happening, Della had forced Belinda across a chair, and handcuffed one of her hands to the leg. She then turned to Della, and with an icy whisper, she said, “Looks like we found a bad girl early tonight. Raise up her skirt, and let’s show her what we do to naughty girls with foul mouths.”

   Della did, and was shocked to see the state of Belinda’s bottom, swollen and a deep dark magenta, with bruises and blisters decorating her sit spots. “WOW! It looks like somebody already beat you to it, Jill. That’s one well spanked ass.” Della said, as she gently traced a finger across Belinda’s blisters. “Her butt is STILL as hot as a pepper pod.”

    “So, Miss High And Mighty, you call US freaks and you like to be dominated. Well, if you like to be spanked, you’re going to love THIS.” Jill, said, smiling devilishly, as she removed a heavy leather strap from her purse.

Mark leaves his Mark

   Belinda, a usually bubbly, full of mischief blonde returned to her apartment, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her throat sore from shouting. She slowly peeled down her pants and underwear to reveal her big bottom was also swollen, and fiery red, slightly purplish on her “sit spots” and covered in a layer of blisters. She walked to the bathroom where she gently caressed her burning bottom with a cool damp towel, before removing an ice bag from her freezer. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, she placed the ice bag on her cherry red rear. Hoping playing on her phone would take her mind off of the fire raging all across her ample ass cheeks, she went to her Facebook page. And was surprised to see somebody had tagged her in a photo. A photo of Belinda getting her bare bottom spanked in front of a crowd of cheering college students!

   She started to read the comments under the photo …

    “Who is that and why is he spanking that girl?”

    “That’s Mark Dawson. He’s on the football team. I was there when that happened. We were having a party at his fraternity house and that blonde got drunk and started to dance naked in front of the fraternity house’s picture window. Mark told her to stop that before somebody called the cops. She shouted ‘No American boy can tell me what to do!’ and slapped Mark. BIG MISTAKE! He lit her ass up.”

   “I can see that. Look at how red her big butt is! OWIE!”

   “If you think that looked bad, that was taken after just a few spanks. You should had seen what it looked like by the time he was done. I bet she won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

    “I don’t recognize that girl. Does anybody on here know who that is?”

    “I think her name is Brenda. Or Belinda. She’s from Germany. A real snooty stuck up bitch.”

    “Yeah, Belinda. I have a class with her Monday morning. I bet she’s going to do some squirming doing that class. Those seats in Professor Grey’s class are super uncomfortable. I had to go to class there the day after I had been paddled by my sorority sisters. YOW! That was a painful hour and a half.”

   “I know that German brat. I don’t feel sorry for her. She was always flirting with my ex. I wish I had been there to see that.”

   “You should had saw what she did AFTER her spanking. She hopped off of Mark’s lap and began to hop up and down like a pogo stick, shouting about her ‘popo’. I guess that’s German for ‘ass’, because I heard her say ‘My popo is on fire!’ Her ass certainly looked like it was on fire.”

   “Than was when Keith said, “Look, she’s STILL dancing naked in front of the window. You should spank her AGAIN, Mark.” Hearing that, and seeing Mark taking his belt off, she snatched up her clothes, and headed for the door.”

   “Yeah, but not fast enough, Mark smacked her with his belt as she was running past him. She screamed and jumped ten feet into the air, dropping her clothes, to grab her ass. Bending over to pick up her clothes, Mark caught her a second time before she escaped. A leather belt really stings. My father used to spank me with a belt.”

     “And your boyfriend does, too.”

     “LOL. Well ….. maybe.”

    “That happened about two hours ago. I bet her ass is still on fire.”

    “Good! That bitch deserved that.”

    Belinda turned off her phone and laid it on her nightstand, and realized she was crying again. Words can hurt you worse than any spanking. Laying her head on her pillow, Belinda cried herself to sleep.

Bad Girl from Valley High: Brush with Trouble

   “AUTSCH! My popo is STILL sore”, the pretty blue-eyed blonde groaned, as she rose from the chair she had just attempted to sit down on. Walking over to the bed in her tiny dorm room, she removed the pillow and placed in on her chair, and then sat down, slowly and gingerly. The girl, Belinda Krüger, an exchange student from Germany, had been paddled a week ago by her dorm mother, Miss Browning, for smoking in her room. Belinda had spent all of last weekend unable to sit down. Sitting in class Monday and Tuesday was almost unbearably painful, too,  Professor Whitehead had even asked Belinda why she kept squirming around in her seat, and demanded she sit still. Now, Friday night, her bruises had mostly faded away, but her sit spots were still tender. Miss Browning sure knew how to set a girl’s bottom on fire, with her old sorority paddle. A fire that raged for days. 

   Belinda had no idea who had reported her to Miss Browning, but she suspected it was Cindy Lou Crawford, the girl in the dorm room across from Belinda’s. Belinda hated her, mainly because she was dating a boy Belinda was secretly in love with, Randall Wilson. Belinda had no idea why Randall would go out with Cindy Lou when he could be dating her. Belinda thought she was the prettiest girl at the college, with ice blue eyes and long blonde hair she liked to wear in braids. with big breasts and a full round behind, maybe a little too big, but most boys like girls with ample bottoms. Boys loved spanking Belinda’s big butt. So, why was Randall dating Cindy Lou, who Belinda considered skinny, flat-chested and ugly. She was, in fact, a beautiful young lady.

    Just as Belinda was pondering who had reported her, she saw Cindy Lou walk past her doorway. Snatching a hairbrush off of her nightstand, she tossed it at Cindy shouting, “TAKE THAT, YOU UGLY BITCH!” Cindy saw the brush flying at her head and ducked. A little further down the hallway, Miss Browning had just bent over, to pick up a letter she had dropped, when Belinda’s hairbrush crashed into her rather large behind. “OWWWW!” the forty year old, curvy redhead shouted, as her hands flew to her stinging posterior. “Who threw this hairbrush at me?” she demanded from Cindy. 

    Cindy pointed at Belinda, who was standing in the doorway to her room, “She did, Miss Browning. And she called you an ugly bitch. I guess she’s still mad at you for giving her a spanking.”

   Belinda’s eyes grew wide, as she saw the angry dorm mother approaching her, fire burning in her sea green eyes, holding Belinda’s brush tightly in her right hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, Miss Browning, I was aiming at Cindy  And I would never call you an ugly bitch. You’re really pretty. For somebody your age. Can I … have my hairbrush back?”

   “Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to return your brush to you, AFTER I finish using it. Even if you didn’t mean to hit me, you did mean to hit Cindy. And was shouting obscenities in MY dorm. You should still be punished for that. And believe me, you will be.” the furious redhead said, as she slammed the door to Belinda’s dorm room close behind her.

    Cindy Lou waited in the hallway, until she heard the sound of wood crashing into a bare bottom, a rapid rat-a-tat-tat, like machine gun fire, loud and hard. And the sounds of Belinda pleading for mercy. Cindy Lou grinned like The Cheshire Cat, enjoying every minute of Belinda’s blistering.

Grizzly Rage

    Belinda Krüger, an eighteen year old blue eyed blonde exchange student from Germany was jogging down a nature trail in Northern California. Belinda was wearing a red t-shirt, two sizes too small, and jean shorts so skimpy they exposed the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks. Her long blonde hair, weaved into braids, swung back and forth as she ran. Rounding a curve in the trail, she saw two bear cubs frolicking in front of her. Belinda, having heard tales when she was a child in Germany of bears attacking and dragging off villagers into the woods, was deadly afraid of the creatures. Even baby bears. 

   Scooping up a handful of pebbles, the pixie faced blonde tossed them at the cubs, hoping to scare them off. One of the stones struck a cub smartly on his nose, and he fled back into the woods, crying loudly. His sister followed close behind. Belinda, pleased with herself, for standing up bravely against what she thought was the beginning of a dangerous bear attack, smiled broadly, until she heard an earth shattering roar directly behind her. Turning, she froze in fear, when she saw a gigantic grizzly bear standing directly behind her.

    Before she had a chance to run away, the bear snatched Belinda  by one of her braids and dragged her over to a nearby tree stump. Sitting down, the female bear forced the frightened girl across her knee. The two cubs, feeling safer now than their mother had returned, crept back out of the underbrush, to see what their mother was going to do to the mean human who had attacked them.

     Momma Bear slipped Belinda’s shorts and panties down, careful not to scratch her. She wanted to punish this human for hurting her son, not maim her. Then she pointed at her cubs, as if she wanted to make sure they were watching, to see what happened to naughty humans. And mischievous cubs.

    Then, she spanked Belinda. A quick short spanking, less than a minute long and just six swats in total. But bears are incredibly strong. Belinda, a girl who was naughty by nature, had been spanked many times, but that was probably the hardest and most painful spanking she had ever gotten. Her previously pale posterior was now candy apple red, her butt cheeks looked like two over ripe tomatoes, covered in blisters. And burning as brightly as a bonfire. 

     Releasing the bawling bombshell, Belinda began to hop from foot to foot, howling, with her hands gently rubbing her roasting rear. The cubs mimicked her, dancing back and forth, while applauding with their paws. After a few minutes, Belinda realized she had kicked her shorts and panties off, deep into the woods, during her spanking and didn’t see them anywhere. She was about to search for them when she heard the mother bear growl angrily, while pointing with her paw at the trail. Deciding that was a good time to leave, Belinda ran back down the trail, her hands plastered to her fire engine red rear.

     Running past a lake in the state park, it dawned on Belinda, water puts out fires. Seeing nobody else around, Belinda slipped her top off and dove into the lake buck naked. Floating on her back, her hotter than Hell hiney submerged in the soothing water, Belinda decided to stay there until her bottom had cooled down. 

    Half a mile away, a park ranger, a tall muscular woman, with jet black hair and menacing green eyes, was watching Belinda with her binoculars, from her watch tower. She smiled wickedly, as she spoke to herself, “So, there’s another foolish girl, who thinks it’s OK to skinny dip in MY state park! I bet she’ll never do that again after I catch her.” Jenny Jenclaire, the park ranger, loved arresting people who broke the park’s rules. And offering some of them, mainly the pretty young women, a choice, spend a few nights SITTING in a jail cell, or … not being able to SIT DOWN for a few days. They usually chose the latter, and left the park, in tears, rubbing their extremely sore and sizzling seats. Never to return. Grabbing a thick leather belt off of her desk,  Jenny rushed down the watch tower’s ladder and sped off in her jeep.

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

A hungry she-wolf decided the best way to get near a shepherd’s flock was incognito. Draping a sheep skin across her back, she headed down a rocky path into the valley below, and came unexpectedly on a shepherd headed the other direction. “Lulu! You naughty lamb!” The shepherd shouted, “I’ve been looking for you for hours! I told you what would happen the next time you wandered off from my flock.” Raising his staff, he instructed the she-wolf to kneel down on her front paws and to raise her rear into the air.

The she-wolf would had ran away, but the human carried a rifle and was known to be a crack shot. The wolf obeyed, happy that she had tucked her furry tail beneath the sheepskin, or the shepherd would had known she wasn’t a lamb.

The shepherd swung his staff, with all his force, leaving a trail of red lines all across the wolf’s rear, one blistering hot stripe below the next. He then swung the staff diagonally from left to right, crisscrossing the welts left from his first application of the staff, and then one final barrage, from right to left. The she-wolf howled and howled. Every inch of her rear, and down the back of her thighs were covered in welts, every one sizzling, burning like a campfire.

“Remember that, Lulu, THAT’S what happens to naughty lambs who wander away into the night. Now, follow me, back to the flock.” The second the shepherd turned his back, the she-wolf darted off in the opposite direction, headed as quickly as she could to the nearest river.

The shepherd smiled, when he heard the wolf retreating, and was walking back to the valley, when a frightened lamb appeared out of the darkness before him. The lamb said to the shepherd, with a voice tinged with fear, “Master. That wasn’t Lulu. I’m Lulu. And I didn’t just wander off. I got lost in the darkness. Please don’t punish me as severely as you did the lamb you mistook for me. I promise to never do that again.”

Reaching down, the shepherd tousled the sheep’s hair, and spoke to her lovingly, “Lulu, Thank Allah you’re saved, I’ve been searching for you for hours. And, of course, I won’t punish you. I would never harm a member of my flock. Now, let’s go home. There’s wolves out tonight. Some of them dressed in sheep’s clothing.”

Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind

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<playing record>

...and this is Lycanbane. About a hour ago I detected a military ship which is showing no signs of life. It doesn't looks damaged at all also. Just like it's crew just abandoned it. I think, I should scout out the situation on board...

<decryption video-file>

A Lambda-class T-4a shuttle is docking a Tartan-class corvette.

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...is very strange. It looks like there was a shootout on board, but I don't see any bodies. And maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel just like someone is watching me! I think, I'll check the logbook and that means that I should go the bridge. Over.

<decryption video-file>

A female wolf-like humanoid, which looks like a shistavanen, walks onto the bridge. Suddenly a see-through almost invisible humanoid silhouette appears in the entrance. It noiselessly follows the woman and when she stops in front of the main onboard computer suddenly grabs her by the scurf of her neck, almost effortlessly raising her above the deck. The woman starts snarling and cursing, while the see-through figure suddenly becomes visible. Judging by mandibles and and long, hair-like appendages on his head, that should be a yautja. He looks the struggling shistavanen closely before sitting down in the captain's seat, placing the girl over his lap. It looks like he doesn't think of her as of a worthy trophy. She growls angrily while he starts spanking her upturned backside. Her struggling and moaning and the loud sounds of smacks are proving that his spanks are very powerful. The shistavanen starts crying and howling in pain very quickly, squirming over yautja's lap and furiously kicking. She curses and growls, while he says something on his native language, which is still untranslatable for us. But it looks like he is lecturing or teasing her, while she stops cursing and starts begging him for mercy, surely having no idea how to show him that she's sorry for whatever he is blaming her for. Finally he stops and pushes her off his lap before becoming invisible again and disappear, while she starts hopping in place, furiously rubbing her freshly spanked backside, just like she is dancing some war dance...

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