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.

Secrets of Rhokar the Wise

 The evening was quite and beautiful. The sunset blazed. The air was clear and fresh. Three fancy girls overflew through evening shadows over a one broomstick and landed in right near the entrance of a dark cave. One of them, a tall slim brunette in a silk clothes with a frill looked around and smiled, showing a pair of sharp needle-alike teeth. Dame Athanasia, the vampire. One of her companions, a slim redhead girl in a pointed hat and a black dress, Kajira the witch, smiled back, taking her broom as a stuff, and turned to the third girl. The one, which looked the most fancy of them. Fully naked, but almost full covered with a thick grey fur, with a pointy wolf ears and bushy wolf tail. Livonna, the she-werewolf. She nodded and took a deep smell of a cool evening air.

"Yes, he is there!" she pointed her finger with a sharp wolf claw at the cave "I can smell that bear musk! This is the cave, we are looking for, milady!" Livonna did curtsy, looking at Dame Athanasia.

The vampiress contentedly nodded.

"Finally!" she said "The last grimoire we need is there, in what's left of the library of Rhokar the Wise. Once - one of the most powerful and a wisest of the druids, and now - a beast alike troglodyte!" she laughed "You two, come and get the grimoire! Now!" Athanasia commanded.

Livonna and Kajira nodded and sneaked into the cave.

"Is she always that nasty?" the witch whispered.

"Yes" the she-werewolf nodded "You'd better to get used to this."

They sneaked quite deep in the cave before hearing a heavy steps, and a wide silhouette appeared from the darkness. A tall, heavy bear made a step from the shadows, sniffing the frowzy cave air and growled in anger.

"Who dared to trespass!" he growled "Who wants to feel the wrath of Rhokar the Wise!"

"Get the book, I'll deal with him!" Livonna winked to Kajira and jumped forward, shifting to her whole wolf form "You shall not pass!" she grinned "Better turn you back and run!"

Rhokar looked up and down at the wolf-girl, sinisterly growled and came closer. Livonna growled back and jumped at her opponent, widely opening her mouth. Her teeth snapped right in front of the bear's nose. Druid growled in anger and pushed Livonna back with his paw.

Meanwhile Kajira reached her hand to the grimoire.

Suddenly Rhokar's eyes flashed green, and Livonna felt, how the lower part of her body became womanish, while the top part of it stayed wolfish. Before she figured out, what could that mean, she found herself over Rhokar's knee. His mighty paw heavily landed over her plump bare bottom. She-werewolf howled in pain and kicked her womanish legs, while a dark pink pawprint appeared on her plump buttock. Another slap, another sharp pain, another pawprint over a milky-white flash. Livonna tried to struggle, and Rhokar just pressed her down more hard, scratching her defenceless bottom with his claws. Livonna howled in pain. And with each heavy spank her howl became more and more desperate.

And while Livonna was taking the rap, Kajira sneakily took the book. She took a quick glance at Livonna, who was howling in pain and desperately squirming and kicking over the bear's lap. The witch wanted to help her partner in crime but surely had no wish to share her fate, so she decided just sneak away, but before she could made any more steps, the bear sensed her.

"What?! More trespassers?!" he growled, delivering the most hard strokes over Livonna's buttocks and terrible scratching them with his claws, making poor she-werewolf howling as loud as she could "Would you dare yo think, you can just stole from me?! No way, lass!" his eyes flashed green again.

Suddenly a grapevine near running witch moved...

Before Kajira even realised, what had happen, she found herself in a very uncomfortable position, almost naked and immobilised by the enchanted grapevines. And before she could pull herself together, she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her buttocks. A vine started whipping her! Kajira screamed in pain and tried to struggle, but all was useless. The vines were holding her tight and switching her vulnerable buttocks without any mercy.

Hearing her minions painfully screams, Dame Athanasia bitten her lips. Her genius plan was all screwed up again! She stamped her leg. All went wrong. She took a deep breath and stepped into the cave.

Kajira's and Livonna's bawling was so loud, that the vampiress easily sneaked into the deep part of the cave. She saw the book dropped by the witch, when a grapevine caught her. Athanasia looked from the witch to the she-werewolf and thought to herself: "Well, you two should know better, when you went to get the grimoire! Now I'll take it, and for you two this would be a good lesson!" She grabbed the book and ran away like a lamplighter, but after just few steps she felt, how vines caught her hands and legs, making her to bend in a very uncomfortable position. Few seconds later the bottom of her britches was thorn away and a switchy vine started whipping her mercilessly. Athanasia howled in pain, unable to struggle.

Rhokar growled. He focused at controlling the vines and lost a moment, when she-werewolf, who he thought was already almost helpless, suddenly squirmed away from his lap. He turned around and saw, how she thorns the vines, which were holding the witch apart.

Rhokar growled that lout, that all three girls shivered in fear. Livonna released Dame Athanasia from the vines, and the vampiress quickly grabbed the book she came for. All three girls freeze, looking at the druid, approaching to them.

"You'd better just give me back my grimoire, and I'll let you three go!" Rhokar said, making the grapevine moving "Or else you all won't be sitting down for a month at least!" he grinned.

Livonna stepped forward "I will make you pay for this spanking, stinking bear!" she growled angrily.

Athanasia just cuddled the book up stronger.

"I think, it's time to unarm you!" Kajira cast a fireball, aiming it right to grapevine's branches. She didn't notice a hive of a wild bees, which was placed right there...

A hive felt right between the druid and the girls. Rhokar stepped back. His eyes flashed green, while the bees were flying out from their nest. They turned right to the intruders.

"Oh, Darkness, run!" Athanasia screamed and ran away, still holding the book. Kajira followed her lead, forgetting about her own broom and dress.

"Bees?! No! Not the bees! Not the bees!" howled Livonna and turned around, but since she was too close to ruined hive, she couldn't escape the wrath of its inhabitants. She ran for her life, jumping and bawling, when angry bees were stinging her. They easily reached her vulnerable buttocks, which were still furless, and stung poor she-werewolf without any mercy. With a loud screaming and howling all three girls ran out from the cave and disappeared in the night shadows.

Rhokar heard a loud splash, which could mean only one thing - the bees chased Livonna right in the river. The druid shook his head and returned to his lair.

Almost already in the morning Dame Athanasia and her minions finally reached their lair. Weeping in pain and carefully rubbing their sore bottoms, the girls lay on their bellies right on the floor.

"My bottom! My poor bottom! Damned bees! I hate bees!" Livonna complained, moaning in pain. Her buttocks were terrible swollen from the stings and fully covered with a scratches from the bears claws.

"Oh, shut up!" in unison said both Athanasia and Kajira and opened the grimoire. Livonna gazed at them both in disbelieve.

"Now let's check, where we need to continue my quests!" Dame Athanasia said "Looks like the next thing I need to get is in the dwarven hands! Perfect! No we know, where to move right after we all be able to sit down!"

Wolf and Bear

"HOWL!!! Hey, what's... OWIEE!!! ...what's the matter with... OW!!!! ...with you?! HOWL!!!"

"What's the matter with you big bad bitchwolf? Don't you like this? Really? Maybe you should not bully everyone around?"

"OWIEEE!!! Please stop! OWOWOW!!!! I am sorry! HOWL!!!"

"No way! I will stop, when I will! Why? Just because I can!"

"HOWL!!!!"

Praise the Sun

"I swore an oath, that I won't ever raise my sword against anyone, but a servants of evil... But my scabbard is free from my paladin vows!"

Sand Castle

"AU!!! Frau, what do you think you are doing?! AU!!! Stop it! AUA!!!"

"I spend a two hours building this castle, and you ruined it in a second! And you even didn't apologies! It looks like just my hand isn't enough! Oh, what a luck! My toy shovel!"

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

Wood Justice

Just Like in a Fairy Tale

The party was in full swing. There were people dancing in the ballroom, mingling between themselves throughout the halls, and committing debauchery in the upstairs bedrooms. This year university Halloween party had an animal theme, so the all guests were dressed in the costumes more or less looking as different animals. Of course, the most popular were exotic predators, but some of the students had chosen types more usual to Northern Hemisphere.

A not very tall curvy blonde in a very revealing wolf-costume walked around the hall. It was Belinda - a German exchange student. She looked around and took a glass of grog from the table. She looked around again and grinned, seeing Melissa - a small slim brown-haired girl in a bunny costume, which looked more like a playboy-girl costume. The German came near and whispered: "Are you a snack?" she giggled at her own joke.

"Very funny, Belinda!" Melissa replied "But would you like to tease someone else? I don't like your sense of humour!"

"Or, really?" Belinda grinned, "Maybe have you no sense of humour?"

"I'm not sure, that you have one!" Hélène - a beautiful French girl in a vixen-costume said, suddenly appearing from behind. The German turned to her.

"What did you say?" she asked a bit angrily.

"I said, that your own sense of humour is really bad," the French girl replied "So it'll be better if you won't repeat such jokes!"

Belinda grinned: “Oh yeah, and what will happen to me if I do?”

Hélène grinned: "Your plump butt will be as red, as this grog!"

For a few moments, Belinda looked rather confused and even frightened, then her face turned a bit red from the anger. "Watch your tongue, Foxy!" she stepped forward, getting closer to her opponent.

"What's the matter, Wolfy?" Hélène giggled.

"How dare you call me fat?" the German whispered angrily.

"Maybe because that's true?" the French looked at her innocently and stepped back.

Belinda groaned and spilled her grog right in her opponent's face, but right when she tried it, somebody in a bear costume appeared right between them. A moment later he stopped, wiping his face, and then turned to Belinda, who recognized Vladislav - a tall, really looking like a bear, muscular exchange student from Russia, who was famous for his very short temper.

“What the hell is going on?!” he shouted "Do you think it's funny?!"

"Emm..." Belinda mumbled.

"Oh, I'll show you an emm!" he said and pulled girl by her ear to the chair nearby. He sat down and pulled the German over his knee. Belinda squirmed and struggled, trying to break out. "What do you think you are doing?!" she shouted.

"Well, just give you your reward!" he said and lifted her grey mini-skirt and pulled her panties to her knees. Her bottom was on display to everyone at the party who was watching.

Belinda gasped in fear and shame and tried to break out but Vladislav held her firmly. He raised his arm. Hélène stood behind him, grinning.

Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by a cry as the Russian palm came down hard on the German bottom. Everyone cheered and laughed at the punishment. Vladislav smiled and told the crowd that it would appear Belinda had never gotten a proper punishment before. The crowd laughed even harder as he brought his palm down repeatedly on Belinda's bottom.

Belinda moaned and clenched her teeth, trying not to scream again, but after the few more spanks she started squirming over the Vladislav's knee and wagging her bottom, trying to save it from his stinging palm. She moaned and screamed in pain, cursed and sweared, but quickly started begging and bawling. She felt like her bottom was on fire. She howled in pain like a real she-wolf, when the Russian bear finally thought that she had enough and threw her from his knee.

The poor girl landed right on her tender bottom, and that made her jump up screaming in pain and started the brat war dance for a few minutes. Finally relieving from the pain a bit she looked around. Everyone were looking at her, laughing. She cried in shame and ran away, clutching her sore bottom.