Taming the Sharp-Toothed Girl

Étienne de Villeneuve, an ancient vampire with centuries of refined cruelty, watched the struggling creature before him with a quiet, measured intensity. The female werewolf, half-transformed, muscles tense with defiance, let out a low growl, as she tried to get off the spanking bench. Every fibre of her being screamed to fight, to break free - but she could not.

Étienne stepped closer, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of undeniable authority. “Really, as my name is Étienne de Villeneuve, I will teach you to serve me properly, my rebellious little Chienne. ” His crimson gaze glowed in the dim candlelight, unwavering, unmerciful.

Gretchen did not reply. She merely breathed heavily, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying both exhaustion and lingering defiance. Her bare buttocks was marked with deep red welts, the evidence of the vampire’s discipline. She rubbed at her burning, swollen buttocks, her body instinctively reacting to the punishment, though she refused to acknowledge its effect on her.

Étienne tilted his head, watching her reaction with a knowing smirk. “So, Gretchen, have you learned your lesson?”

The she-werewolf’s golden eyes flashed with resentment, her breath still ragged. “Ja, mein Herr ...” she finally growled between gritted teeth.

Étienne chuckled, the sound both dark and amused. He reached out, tracing his finger along the tips of the slightly worn birch rods. “You will learn more than mere obedience, Ma Chérie,” he whispered. “Your tricks — your attempts to shift, to resist me — will fail here. Your instincts, Ma Chérie, are a double-edged sword — raw, untamed, powerful. But in the wrong hands, they cut the wielder. That’s why you need me. I will shape them, sharpen them, guide your hand until every flick of your will is controlled. You will learn, Ma Chérie. And when you do, your body will answer commands before your mind can catch up. It's meant to create associative reflexes, Ma Chérie! You are a half-beast and your mind will not be able to resist these instincts."

Gretchen’s fangs bared instinctively, a silent promise that she would not yield so easily. Her half-transformed form — a strange mixture of feminine beauty and raw, untamed beast — shuddered with the conflict raging within her. She had thought herself clever when she sought out this vampire, believing she could outwit him, tear out his throat, steal his wealth, and disappear into the night. But she had underestimated him. His power was unlike anything she had encountered before — not just brute strength, but something more insidious.

The moment she had begun to transform, he had struck, his ancient will binding her in place, suffocating her resistance with the sheer force of his dominance. Now she could feel it — seeping into her mind, weaving itself into her instincts.

 She shuddered, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous beginning to blur. The ancient mind control power of the vampire was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to submit to the punishment. Now Gretchen began sense that she had fallen deeply in trap and that the refined aristocrat had decided to train her into an obedient pet for his own amusement and at times for his work tasks.

Etienne looked at her understandingly and added: "Believe me, I can train bitches like you very effectively. You need everyday discipline, until you serve me like a humble, trained she-werewolf."

Gretchen bared her teeth even more, revealing her large fangs. “Scheiße …”, a phrase in German could be heard in her growl.

Étienne leaned closer, his voice like a whisper of silk and steel. “I will break you, Gretchen. And when I do, you will not only obey — you will crave it.”

Naughty Little Kartoffel

Revision

*Sniff...* "Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! Ugh! A verbal reminder would be more than enough! Autsch! I'd better to hurry, if I don't want that French bitch give me another one 'reminder'... Ugh! Au!"

Rusty French

The Loser

"Well, Belinda, it looks like you lose! Time for your punishment! Do you remember, which names did you call me during the game?"

"Whoops! I didn't really mean any of... Ugh! I am sorry! Alicia, please, be gentle!"

Happy New Year!

A Cooking Mishap

Perfect Mess

"AUTSCH!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AUTSCH!!! That stings! AUTSCH!!!"

"I can't believe, you made such a mess, Belinda! I was pretty sure, that our house rules list won't be ever put in action! But looking at this pigsty, I think I need to add some strokes to the list!"

"AUTSCH!!!! AUA!!!! AUTSCH!!!!"

Early Morning

There was no denying it, Belinda had screwed up. Big time. Worse than that, she had been caught. That was really the issue. Her roommate Alicia had been waiting for her as she had opened the door to their shared flat, arms crossed over her chest, eyes blazing with anger.

“Well, well,” Alicia had said, “Look what the cat brought in…”

“We are not allowed pets in here, you know that…” Belinda said, trying to deflect with humour as she usually did. It didn’t go well, and Alicia’s glare only intensified.

“Care to explain where you’ve been?” her girlfriend said, icily.

“Just a little walk…” Belinda replied, eyes looking everywhere but at Alicia.

“At two in the morning?” Alicia asked.

“Well… Hum…”

“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” Alicia continued, not bothering to wait for the lie that was sure to come.

“I thought…”

“Yes?”

“I thought you would still be asleep…”

“Oh, so that makes it all right, then, yeah?”

“I just do not want to fight…”

“So maybe, just maybe you should stop lying to me?!” Alicia hissed, trying not to outright yell. As sweet as their elderly neighbours where, she doubted they would take kindly to being woken up in the middle of the night by a shouting match.

“I am sorry…” Belinda said, her cheeks blushing. Shit. She really was sorry, but she knew that it didn’t look that way at all. She hated disappointing Alicia, but she always had had a defiant streak in her.

Alicia extended a hand, palm up. “Give it to me,” she said, and her tone brooked no argument. A pause.

“G-give you what?” Belinda said, innocently.

Alicia flicked her fingers. “Don’t make me ask again, Belinda Krüger…”

Oh god, the full name. Now she felt like she was twelve, being scolded by her parents for yet another bad school report. She sighed.

“Please…” she said, “Just this once…”

“You made a promise, Belinda,” Alicia said, “Hand. It. Over.”

Another sigh, more blushing. Belinda finally reached into her bag and slowly took out a pack of smokes. She held it up for a second, then reluctantly placed it in her very cute, but very irate friend's hand. Alicia curled her lip.

“Well that explains the 10 quid I’m missing from my wallet, doesn’t it…” she said, dismissively.

“But Alicia…”

“No 'but', missy.”

“I just…” Belinda started.

Alicia cut her off; “You just broke your promise, and stole some money from me too…”

“I did not smoke any!” Belinda protested. “I promised I would not smoke anymore, and I did not!”

“So you bought them just to look at the packet?”

There was little to defend, here, really. Belinda knew she was being stubborn, but in for a penny, in for a pound, she might be able to salvage this. Surely…

“Well, no, but… I could have smoked one on the way back and…” she tried to explain, stumbling over her words a little.

“And why didn’t you?” Alicia asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I…”

All right, she hadn’t thought this one ahead, had she…

“Yes?”

“I did not have a lighter,” Belinda confessed, defeated.

Alicia rolled her eyes. “Perfect. Just perfect…”

“Alicia, please…”

“Please what?”

“Do not be angry…”

“Oh, all right then. What should I be?” Alicia asked, not as quiet as before.

“Well… Hum…”

“Tell me how I should feel, Belinda?” Alicia asked again.

Without waiting for an answer, she went to the kitchen bin and slammed the packet of cigarettes down into it. She had her back to Belinda now, and had Belinda looked at her, her anger would still have been plain to see in the tension of her posture, the slight trembling of her arms, the shallowness of her breathing. Belinda would have also thought that she was beautiful in her anger and would have wanted nothing but to hold her tight and tell her how sorry she was, how stupid she felt. She would have begged for another chance and promised to do better.

But Belinda saw nothing, and said nothing, her eyes fixed on the floor. Pride, defiance. She couldn’t help herself.

“Disappointed? Hurt?” Alicia pressed, loud and angry now, “How should I feel?”

“I do not know…” was all that Belinda could say.

“Right, well, I am all of these things” Alicia said, turning around. “Come here.”

“Wh-what for?” Belinda hesitated.

“You made a promise, yes?”

“Yes… I am not deny…”

“And you broke it, yes?”

“Well…”

“Yes or no?”

“… Yes… I broke it…”

“Right. So, I think it’s fair that you should be punished.”

“P-punished?” Belinda said, wide-eyed. She already had suspicious, what is waiting for her.

Sandra pulled a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down. With a finger, she pointed to her lap. “Come here,” she said.

“Is this really that necessary?” Belinda asked. Alicia rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Krüger, I’m telling to come over my lap. Because I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to be sorry. And this is that necessary!” She said the last words with what sounded like absolute certainty.

Fear. Panic. Belinda didn’t know what to say, what to do.

A split second later, Alicia clapped her hands. “I’m waiting, young lady,” she said, “And my patience is running dry.”

Had she just called her young lady? She took one step. Was she really going to spank her? Another step. No… She… She deserved it, didn’t she? But a spanking? Surely, that was ridiculous, she wouldn’t…

And then, she realised that she already was over Alicia’s lap, and her skirt was already being lifted and… oh no.

“Wait!” she said, but the first slap was already falling, and when it connected, her mind went blank. It hurt! Well of course it hurt, but it hurt hurt! And more slaps were already raining down on her barely covered cheeks. Curse these lace panties, and these stupid cigarettes and her stupid promise and…

Sandra’s hand fell harder.

And harder.

And faster.

And it hurt.

And she cried.

And she begged.

And she promised.

And she was forgiven.

Long Cold Winter

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Damn you, Alicia, this was your idea!"

"AIE!!! Please, stop! AIE!!! I told you, it was her! AIE!!!"

"Shut up, both of you! I don't care, who's fault it is, that I caught you two right near my woodshed, but since you're such a bad friends, I guess, you both deserve some switching to complete this punishment!"

Office Revenge

 

A Clumsy Waitress

"Autsch! Herr, please! Hör auf, es tut weh! I will bring you another beer! Aah!"

The Model

"AUA!!! Mein Popo!!! AU!!! How many times you will make him repeat this?! AUA!!!"

"As much, as I need to see your arrogant bottom freshly spanked, Miss Krüger! And you'd better not to interrupt me, since for every minute I don't work at my masterpiece, you're bottom will receive more and more spankings!"

"Whoops! AUA!!!"

Environmentally Friendly

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

"As you may see, Mademoiselle Krüger, everything on my farm is environmentally friendly! Especially - these birches, which are so necessary, when it's necessary to teach a lesson to arrogant and nasty tourist from a big city!"

Unsportsmanlike Conduct

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!! Bitte, I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! No more, please! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!!"

"Run for your life, allemande! This is the only prize you will get for playing dirty! Let's see, if you'll be able to sit down, after you'll get out from the stadium!"

Brotherly Advice

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Oh, yeah! Looks like this is really effective way to make a haughty German au pair to behave! Why didn't I ask my brother right from the beginning?"

Beach Tease

 

Electricity Bill

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! Why is Frau Dubois always starting all the conversations about the unpaid bills from the hairbrush spanking? And how should I save electricity, if I really need to cool my poor bottom off after every our meeting? Boohoo!!!"

Last Warning

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Shut up and listen! If I'll ever see you flirting with my boyfriend again, I'll spank this fat cul allemand of yours right in front of him!"

"AUTSCH!!!!"

You Are Next!

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo!"

"Hey! This is unfair! I paid my part of the rent! Just because Belinda got paddled for not overdue her part doesn't mean I should too."

"What kind of friend would you be if you didn't pay your fair share of what you both earned, Alicia? Your fat bottomed friend paid for overdue rent, you'll pay for not preventing her from spending too much money! Now bend over!"