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.

Nein Strokes

The young German woman visited USA. She was walking through the countryside and decided to cut off a corner and walk through someone's land. But she was noticed by the owner, who caught her and started unbuckle his belt, going to punish her for trespassing.

"Nein! Nein!" she exclaimed in horror.
"Well, I was going to give you only five strokes." the man said "but if you insist on nine..."

Yes, she knew she had trespassed and deserved the whipping, so she put her hands on her thighs and pushed her bottom out, hoping that her heavy denim shorts would soften the nine strokes of the belt. She also looked urgently around, embarrassed at the thought that a wandering walker would see her getting whipped. Just then, a large and woolly black dog - a Burnese Mountain Dog - ran behind the hedge. It was such a big  dog she misidentified it, looked at the man, and shouted "Bär!"  
Thinking his luck kept getting better, the man said once again. "Well,  if you insist, you can taking your belting on the bare."

A Trip to Woodshed

"Autsch! That stings really bad..." Belinda whimpered, carefully looking behind her back. She heard, how the farmer left the woodshed about fifteen minutes ago, but still was too scared not just to leave the corner he put her into, but also to rub her burning bottom. Of course, it was her fault, she got punished. She really shouldn't scare geese by riding right into their flock on her motorcycle, but she still was sure, that the farmer was too cruel with her.

Belinda really hated being spanked. And that was exactly what the farmer did to her. He made her stop, pull up her skirt and pull down her panties and bend over her own motorcycle! And then he took off his leather belt and... Well, that surely weren't a minutes of her life, she would like to recall any time. Just like all the minutes she ever received a spanking before and will receive in future. And the belt was one of her most hated implements. Why? If only because it is a thing, which is somehow almost always around when it comes to corporal punishments. And it stings naughty butts pretty terrible! The thing Belinda learned many years ago and regularly received reminders. Much more regularly than she liked!

The German girl finally pluck up enough courage to give her terrible sore bottom few gentle rubs. She was even a bit grateful to the farmer for putting her in the corner. At least, she got some time to get her poor bottom to cool off, but even the thoughts that she'll need to continue her trip through American countryside on her bike, which she was so happy about just about a hour ago, were now terrifying her.

"Autsch!!! Mein arme Popo..."

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Four: The Brat and the Belt

    Belinda Krüger, a fat-bottomed fräulein from Germany, felt like she had just sat down on a hot stove, leaped off of it, into a bed of cactus. Her blistered buns were burning and stinging. Her landlord, Juan Lopez, had just spanked her for playing her music too loud and waking up everybody in his building. He was now beckoning the blonde brat to lay back across his lap, but she was frozen in place, unable to get anywhere near that wicked hairbrush again.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, an Amazon of a woman, with copper hair and frosty blue eyes, picked up Belinda’s discarded mini-skirt, from the floor, and removed her red leather belt from it’s loops. Mary thought belts were the perfect impediment for corporal punishment. She kept a well oiled belt in her cruiser, and sometimes used it on first time offenders. Just three nights ago, she broke up a fight between two rival gang members. A silver haired wild child, a member of THE WESTSIDE WOLF-GIRLS, and a green-haired member of THE WOLF-FANG GANG. They took their bare bottom spankings bravely, refusing to show any signs of weakness, in front of their rival. But once Mary had welted their asses with her belt, they both left that alley, screeching like banshees.

   Swinging the doubled over belt in her hand, Mary told Juan, “If you really want to teach that  brat a lesson she’ll NEVER forget, this is the perfect tool for the job. I can show you how to use it, if you want me to.”

   Belinda’s fear of the belt overrode her fear of the imposing policewoman, and she shouted, “Wait a minute, Herr Lopez, I said YOU could give me a spanking, NOT this bitch!”

   Mary stared at Belinda, Ike a snake at a mouse, her pale blue eyes almost hypnotizing the German troublemaker, “You know, I was sent here to investigate a noise complaint. I can still arrest you for that. So, you have a choice, bend over this chair, take your punishment like a good girl, and you can spend the rest of the night here in the comfort of your own apartment, trying to cool down your burning buns, or …. spend the rest of the night sitting in a jail cell.” Chuckling, Mary added, “Or should I say, STANDING in a jail cell? I doubt if you’ll feel like sitting down for a few days.”

   Belinda, cursing softly in German, bent over the back of the chair, gripping the seat tightly. In less than a minute, the officer had painted wide red stripes all of the way from Belinda’s already blazing bottom and down the backs of her legs, and back up again. The vicious redhead then bent over, and whispered into Belinda’s ear, “And THIS is for calling me a bitch.” before firing six extra hard strokes into Belinda’s “sit spots”.  

    Told her ordeal was finally over, the nearly hysterical brat began to hop from foot to foot, like she was marching in place, fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, howling like a lonely coyote. Once she had calmed down enough to speak, she ran to the  bathroom, shouted, “FUCK YOU BOTH!” before slamming and locking the door.

   Mary looked at Juan, and they both laughed. “Well, she may never play her music this time of night again, but that spanking didn’t approve her attitude much.”  Mary giggled. Juan had to agree, and thanked Mary before she left the apartment. 

   Juan locked the door to Belinda’s apartment and was surprised when he found Dreama was still standing in the hallway. “Well, I don’t know if it helped, but I took your advice, and gave Belinda a spanking.”

   Dreama said, her face turning red, “Yes, I… saw. You really blistered her good. That’s… what I wanted to talk to you about. I… may be late with my rent again this month. I know you told me I need to manage my finances better, and I really do try to. But… I think I need some sort of… “incentive “ to remind me to stick to my budget better. Would you care to stop by my apartment for a minute, so she can… talk about that?”

   Dreama was in bed, sleeping in the nude, when Belinda woke her up, and had just slipped on a silk robe when she went out to investigate what was going on. That silk robe wrapped around her like a second skin. Juan watched her as she walked to her apartment, her butt cheeks jiggling. He  punished Belinda because he thought she deserved a spanking, and hoped it would remind her to be a better tenant, in the future. This was different, if Dreama, a woman he had a crush on her years,  meant what he thought she meant, by needing some incentive, he was going to enjoy helping her with that problem.

   Fifteen minutes later, Belinda was face down on her bed, weeping bitterly, gently caressing her boiling buns. She was in an ungodly amount of pain, but also exhausted. She quickly cried herself to sleep. If she had been awake, she may had enjoyed the sounds coming from right next door. The woman who had suggested to Juan that she deserved a spanking, was currently across Juan’s lap herself. Her plump pale posterior rapidly turning redder and redder. The only different between the two spankings Juan dished out that night being, Belinda deserved hers, Dreama needed hers.

         STAY TUNED FOR THE FIFTH AND FINAL CHAPTER TO FIND OUT WHAT BELINDA

                      AND DREAMA DO “THE MORNING AFTER”. COMING SOON!

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.

The Fox and the Wolf

"OW!!! OWIEE!!! HOWL!!!! EYOOW!!!"

"Howl as much as you want, big bad she-wolf! But I won't stop, until I'll be sure that you are sorry for what you did to my chicken!" thoughts: "Well, I need to admit, that chicken was just delicious!"

More Bad Luck

  “So, Belinda,” Professor Woodward said to the pretty pixie-face blonde sitting across from him, in his office, “You want to take the same test NOW that the rest of your class took Friday, the day you knew the test was scheduled to be given on? I may let you take the exam now, if you have a valid reason for missing class Friday. Do you?” 

   Hoping to create a believable alibi, the German girl noticed Dr Woodward had a photo of his collie sitting on his desk. THAT’S IT! “I’m so sorry, Dr Woodward, my dog, Gunther, got sick Thursday night. I was up all night with him, and then took him to the vet Friday morning.”

   “That IS a valid reason for missing class,” the professor replied, as he was scrolling through the photos on his phone, “But I have to ask you a question before I give you the test. Who is the girl in the photo taken at the big homecoming party given at The Browser House last Thursday? The blonde, who appears to be quite intoxicated, dancing in just her underwear?”

    Belinda was shocked when she saw the photo, Yes, that was HER. But who took this photo and who shared it with her history professor?

   “ I take it you recognize her? When you didn’t show up for class Friday, Crystal told me she had seen you at that party the night before. And shared that photo with me to prove it. So, instead of going to see the veterinarian,  I’m guessing you were too hung over Friday to attend my class. Is that true, Belinda?”

   CRYSTAL! That bitch had vowed revenge ever since Belinda went on a date with her boyfriend! Could Belinda help it if American boys found her irresistible? But what could she do about that now? Look as pitiful as possible and beg for forgiveness? 

    “ I … yes, that’s me in the photo. I know I it was stupid to go to a party, the night before the midterms. I regret that. That was a bad decision. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I need to pass your class, or I’ll lose my scholarship. Please, let me take a makeup test, Dr Woodward.” Belinda pleaded, with tears in her eyes. 

   “If you ask me, young lady,” Dr Woodward said coldly, giving Belinda a stern look, “What you need is to have your bottom blistered for not taking your classes more seriously and lying to your professor. Now, please leave my office, I have work to do”

    Belinda felt like her world was beginning to crumble. What would she do if she lost her scholarship? She didn’t have a job, and her scholarship paid for her rent. She would be broke and homeless. Far from home. Perhaps … yes, that may work …

   “Dr Woodward,” Belinda whispered, “You’re right. I do deserve a spanking. A long, hard spanking. If … you gave me one, could I take the test?”

       Belinda didn’t know it, but Dr Woodward had mentioned spanking, hoping Belinda would ask him to give her one, if she thought that was the only way he would allow her to makeup the test she missed. He had tried that same technique numerous times over the years. At this point, he had lost count of how many naughty coeds had left his office in tears, rubbing their throbbing, pepper hot posteriors. He had wanted to spank Belinda’s chubby butt ever since he first saw her.
       “Hmmm, … you DO definitely deserve a spanking. So, yes, I will. Just remember, this was YOUR idea, Belinda. Please remove your pants and panties, and lay across my lap,” Dr Woodward said as he moved his straight back chair into the center of his office.
        Belinda undressed nervously, slipping out of her sandals, and then her pants and lacy pink panties. Belinda hated spankings. But she had been punished before with paddles and switches, even a carpet beater. This old man, Belinda figured he had to be at least forty, was just going to spank her with his hand. How bad could that be?
       Belinda was about to find out just how bad a hand spanking from a determined man could be! Having spanked dozens of college girls’ bouncy bare butts, Dr Woodward was an expert now, in the fine art of bottom blistering.
        He loved to start out with slow and gentle slaps, giving his victims a false sense of security, before he gradually began to swing harder and faster, each smack harder than the last, until the girl’s bottom was boiling.
        When her professor began to spank her, Belinda smiled. His spanks felt more like gentle caresses than stinging slaps. He had no idea how to give a spanking! The old pervert just wanted an excuse to fondle her ass. This was going to be a lot easier than she expected. Or so she thought, until Belinda realized each spank seemed a little harder than the last. Until the sound of his hand crashing into her big butt sounded like fireworks exploding in his small office. Each sizzling, scorching swat adding fuel to the fire Dr Woodward was igniting all across Belinda bottom.
        Dr Woodward smiled devilishly, watching Belinda’s ample alabaster ass slowly turning pink, then reddening rapidly, as the German brat pleaded for mercy. After just a few minutes, blisters began to appear like magic all across Belinda’s ruby red rear. Dr Woodward loved knowing every time Belinda sat down for the rest of the week, she would think of him. To ensure that, he finished the bawling blonde”s spanking with a vicious volley of extra hard spanks to Belinda’s “ sit spots”.
        After telling Belinda, “I hope that’ll be a lesson to you, Belinda, to take your classes more seriously in the future.” Dr Woodward released the German girl. Belinda flew off of his lap, expecting to see Dr Woodward holding a paddle or a hairbrush, maybe even a blowtorch. God, he had a hard heavy hand! Belinda’s beet red rear was on FIRE! Belinda began to hop up and down, furiously rubbing her blazing burgundy butt, moaning pitifully.
         THIS was the professor’s favorite part of the punishment. Watching a pretty coed prance around his office after her spanking, her hands clutching her candy apple red rear. God, he loved watching college girls doing the “spanking dance”.
       After giving Belinda a minute to calm down, Dr Woodward sat a wooden stool in front of his desk, placed a copy of the test in front of it, and then forced Belinda down on to the stool. The second Belinda’s bare bottom came in contact with the hard wooden stool, she shot back up, shouting, “AUSCH! That hurts!”
      “Belinda,” Dr Woodward said sternly, “Like the rest of the class on Friday, you only have thirty minutes to complete this exam. I would advise you to stop wasting time and begin the exam right now.”
        Belinda said, “Yes, sir”, and tried to sit down as gingerly as possible. As carefully as you could sit down on a red hot stove, which is exactly how Belinda felt.
        Dr Woodward smiled, watching Belinda squirm. Walking behind her, he decided to remove her pants and underwear from the floor, where she had dropped them, and place them neatly in a chair. Picking up the pants, a piece of paper fluttered out of her back pocket. Picking it up, Dr Woodward saw it was … THE ANSWERS TO THE TEST BELINDA WAS CURRENTLY TAKING! She must had planned on slipping this cheat sheet out of her pocket, when he wasn’t looking.
       Behind her, Belinda was surprised to hear Dr Woodward removing his belt.
        “Young lady,” she heard him say angrily, “I think I need to have another ‘little talk’ with you.”
                                                    THE END
 

Handsome and the Beast

"Is that him, milady?" Livonna asked, sniffing air and pricking her ears up. "Really handsome one!" she smiled wistfully, looking at young blond elf in green suit.

"It doesn't matter, if he is handsome or ugly!" Dame Athanasia shook her head. "As I already said, he is the keeper of the runic key I need. Well, we need."

"And what's the problem, milady?" Wolffang smirked. "Easy peasy lemon squeezy! All we need is just to sneak into his house and find that key, right?" she put her hand on the bunch of master keys under her apron.

"The problem is, we don't know, where in his house the key is hidden, my dear burglar," Dame Athanasia slapped orcess's butt. "And if we will blow up the dark, searching his house through, he will find out, that somebody stole the key too quickly. No. We need to find another way."

"Maybe you will just subjugate him by your bite, milady?" Kajira asked, straightening her pointed hat. "And then you will easily make him tell you everything you need to know and after that - to forgot, that he even saw you."

"Elven blood is too tasty for mine kind," Dame Athanasia sighed. "I'm not sure, if I will be able to control myself enough not to drain him over. And if I'll turn him into vampire, that will break all our conspiracy. But I have a better idea. Wolffang, Livonna, you two should track his usual routes. Kajira, prepare our wolf-girl's clothes, please."

"What do you have in mind, milady?" Livonna looked at her mistress in confusion.

"Since we can't just invade his house and blow up the dark searching for the key, you will get it for me." Dame Athanasia patted werewolf-girl's head. "You will turn into your human form and befriend with this elf. Your wolfish sense of smell will help you to find the key, when you'll became the welcome guest in his house. And if you'll find out, that there are any magic traps, you'll find the way to let Kajira in, so she'll help you." she patted Livonna's head once again. "I'm sure, you'll succeed, my fair beast!"

Few days later, in the evening a three pretty young women, two dressed as a philistines and one - as an aristocrat, were walking down the street. One of them, a beauty with a wolfish grey hair, stopped and sniffed air.

"He is coming!" she whispered, turning to her companions.

Dame Athanasia nodded contentedly.

"Excellent! Livonna, dear, stay here. Wollfang!" she turned to the orcess. "Get ready!" the vampiress stepped behind an arch, hiding in shadows. Wolffang put her hand on the saber hilt. Few minutes later they heard foot steps approaching. Livonna nodded. Wolffang raised the sabre.

"Where do you think you are going, pretty?" she asked, smirking. "Do you have any money? Or any jewels? No? And what if I'll find some on your body?"

"Help! Please! Someone!" Livonna screamed, while orcess was coming closer.

"Stop right there, criminal scum!" both girls heard strict male voice, and the elf appeared from the evening shadows with a rapier drawn. Wolffang screamed angrily and tried to attack him, but even if she was planning to defeat him for real, she had no chance against a knight. So he quickly disarmed her and put his rapier to her throat.

"I surrender! I promise!" Wolffang gulped in fear. She was pretty sure, that he will just scare her away, but not capture. The knight looked at her sternly.

"And what should I do with you?" He sighed. "Call the guards and send you to the court?"

The orcess shook her head, looking at him pleadingly. The elf frowned.

"Well, I have an idea. Pull your skirt up!" he said, taking off his belt. Wolffang pouted, but submitted. Livonna smirked.

Few seconds later the whooping sounds of the belt landing on the soft skin repeatedly and the girlish screams of pain were heard around the alley. Wolffang was begging for mercy and weeping bitterly, struggling the pain. She quickly became almost ready to confess, that it all was nothing but a staging, but when she caught the gaze of Dame Athanasia, who was watching all the scene from around the corner, poor orcess bit her tongue. She knew very well, that her mistress will punish her for failed task much more severely, than even the elven knight. And she just screamed and wept in pain till he was satisfied and just kicked her away. Steal crying in pain, failed robber ran away, clutching her very sore bottom. The knight followed her with his gaze and turned to the girl he saved. Livonna smiled and curtsied.

"Oh, thank you, milord! You saved my life!" she finally noticed, that her breasts are uncovered and blushed, fixing her corsage.

"Not at all, young lady," the knight smiled back and turned away, giving her time to fix her dress. "It is dangerous walking alone so late, you know?" he said jocosely strictly.

"I know," Livonna sighed. "I know. My bad. My employer made me to clean dust in his library all over, and I made too many breaks to read..." she smiled guilty. "I was happy he didn't caught me, when I was reading his books instead of working, or I could get a spanking instead of payment," Livonna giggled and sighed again. "So I ended my work quite late. Right when highwaymen go out for prey..." she looked at the knight. "If it wasn't for you, I would definitely have been robbed, and possibly killed!" Livonna curtsied again.

"All's well that ends well!" the knight smiled. "Don't feel bad for your thirst for knowledge," he winked at the girl. "I hope, the book you were reading was an academic treatise, not just some romance novel. But even it was the latest, don't feel guilty. What is your name, young lady? I am Falaen, Knight of the Realm." he saluted.

"My name is Livonna," Livonna curtsied again, blushing. "You may not believe me, milord, but that was an academic treatise. About natural balance and the role of predators in its maintenance. I was always loving books, but my family was very poor, so I never could get a proper education." She sighed. "Well, now the robber is gone. I guess, I can continue my way home. I hope, nothing more bad will happen to me. Thank you very much for saving me and good bye!" Livonna sighed again and turned away, preparing to go, but suddenly the knight's hand lay on her shoulder.

"Not so fast, Livonna," Falaen smiled. "Night streets aren't safe enough, and my evening is free. Why should I not escort you home?"

Livonna smiled happily.

"Oh, thank you very much, milord."

All the way home Livonna was trying to keep the conversation going. She never felt herself so foolish ever before, but Falaen found her rustic spontaneity surprisingly nice. Of course this girl was far from the noble ladies from his usual encirclement. She was too rude and totally lack of manners, but she was really cute in her clumsiness. Her almost primal wilderness was really tempting. So when they finally reached her home, Falaen asked her, if they may meet again. And when Livonna blushed and agreed, he insisted to meet the next day in city park. She promised him to be there at midday, made a curtsy and disappeared behind a tenement house's door just to get out from a window on the other side.

Dame Athanasia was very happy about her maid's success. But it was only the first step to her triumph. So she allowed Livonna to date Falaen and insisted that she should behave nice with him. At least, until she will find the runic key. Wolffang tried to complain about the spanking she received, but Dame Athanasia just called that collateral damage and even Kajira advised poor orcess to forget about that punishment and not make a drama. End justifies the means.

The next day at the midday Livonna came to the park. Falaen was happy to see her again. They spent few hours just promenading around the lake, making pauses to stare at water. Livonna tried her Best to not make a fool of herself and not disappoint Falaen. But actually she charmed him by her easiness. She was completely different from the noble ladies and high society dandies. And in the same time the werewolf-girl started feeling that she finally met someone, who saw a person in her. So after the date in park they met again quite soon. Falaen taught Livonna some high society manners and even gave her few science lessons. He was surprised, how willingly this girl accepted new knowledge. He didn't know that, but she even asked Dame Athanasia and Kajira to help her to study. And not just the witch but even the vampiress surprisingly gladly helped her. And while Falaen was teaching Livonna some science and manners, she reminded him, how to simple enjoy life by walking around a forest or just doing nonsense time to time. So one day he finally invited her in his house. The only problem remained was Livonna's secret. Her curse. Her beast nature, which she kept hidden from Falaen. She wanted to confess him, but still was unsure if he won't just chase her away after that. And she continued trying her Best to hide her beast part from him.

And while Livonna was happy and Dame Athanasia was pretty sure, that she almost got the key, Wolffang became more and more jealous and envious. Falaen was really very handsome and smart, but while that wolf in chick's clothing almost got his heart, she got only a very painful belting from him. And in the same time Wolffang was pretty sure, that Livonna doesn't even try to speed up. Just like she really started falling in love with that elf! And that was unacceptable! At least Wolffang was sure so. After all, if this love will become Livonna's main priority, wouldn't she betray Dame Athanasia? Wolffang discussed this with the vampiress few times, and she even agreed with her, that the she-werewolf's make-believe love became true. Maybe even mutual. But when the orcess asked if she should take some measures, the vampiress suddenly became very serious and strictly prohibited her to do anything about that without any explanation. Wolfgang was confused, but decided to take matters in her own hands.

It was nice sunny day. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. Falaen and Livonna went to the market to buy her some new clothing. The knight finally decided to officially announce that she is his girlfriend. Livonna was over the moon. She was so happy that even didn't notice a pretty familiar smell.

Wolffang tried to stay on the leeward, but it wasn't so easy on the market with so many people around. Even not to lose the knight and his girl wasn't an easy task. Orcess sighed. She wasn't sure how to ruin their romance, but she had an idea. And right now she was looking for an opportunity. And finally she saw her. A noble elven lady in a very expensive dress with two bodyguards - a dwarf and an elf. She was much more focused on goods on the shelves than on her own safety, while her bodyguards were admiring pretty girls instead of looking for their employer. Wolffang smirked and looked for Livonna. Just in time to notice, that Falaen leaved her alone to prepare his surprise. The time was right.

The orcess sneaked behind the elven lady and easily stole her wallet. If she wanted to be sure, that silly woman won't notice that she was just robbed, Wolffang would replace the wallet with a stone the same weight. She did this trick many times before. But now she wanted to make some noise. And trying to be as quick and as inconspicuous as possible, she sneaked behind Livonna, put the stollen wallet in her bag and escaped as quick as it was possible, hiding behind the arch. The she-werewolf finally recognised the smell, but right when she turned around, the noble lady in a beautiful blue dress suddenly screamed:

"Thieves! I got robbed! You two, fools! Do something!"

Her bodyguards looked around, trying to find anyone looking like a thief even a bit. A crowd become bigger. Wolffand choose a moment and sneaked out from her hide. She sneaked behind the dwarf.

"That grey-haired girl stole something from the lady!" she whispered in his ear before disappear again. The dwarf turned around, trying to get, who was just speaking to him, but decided to follow mysterious advice and caught poor Livonna by her hand.

"Where do you think you are going, princess?" he asked and turned to his partner. "Aurelio, I think I found our thief! Help me to search her!"

"How dare you?! You have no right to do this!" Livonna protested, but two men easily overpowered her and while Aurelio was holding her by her arms, his partner searched her bad.

"I found it!" he shouted. "I found it, lady Shahirim!"

"Good job, Shtyz!" Lady Megalkarven Shahirim took her wallet from his hands and screamed: "Strip this vile thief naked! She deserved a good birching!"

Her bodyguards nodded contentedly, and Shtyz started ripping Livonna's dress.

"But I have no idea, how this wallet got into my bag! I didn't steal it! Please, don't do this to me! I swear, this is a mistake!" Livonna protested, struggling, but neither the lady nor her bodyguards listened to her.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing! Stop immediately! I forbid you!" Falaen screamed, trying to get through the crowd, but he was too far to stop lady Shahirim's bodyguards.

Wolffang smiled, peeking from around the corner.

Shtyz and Aurelio stripped poor Livonna naked and made her bend over by tying her hands. Aurelio took a big bunch of birches and, while Shtyz was keeping loudly protesting girl in position, started flogging her. Livonna screamed out loud and wagged her plump bottom like a mad, trying to make the terrible pain easy even a bit. She was desperate. She could stand the humiliation. She could stand the pain. But she was frightened about her secret will be revealed. It was a well know fact, that the pain always makes werewolves show their true nature. The nature of the beast. And no matter how hard she tried to stand the pain, she couldn't prevent her transformation. Lady Shahirim laughed, watching at poor girl's suffering, and all the crowd roared approval. They all were pretty sure, that this girl was a thief, so nobody felt pity for her. Except Falaen, who still tried to get through the crowd and stop this reprisal. But when he finally did it, it was too late. Livonna's body started changing. Her ears became pointy and covered with a grey fur, while her hair became totally look just like a long wolfish wool. Her arms and legs turned into a wolf's paws. Then even her body became wolfish and her face turned into a muzzle. Her torturers stopped.

"What?! A werewolf?!" Aurelio screamed, stepping back.

"Guards! Guards! A werewolf! A werewolf!" Shtyz screamed out loud, throwing the rope.

Livonna looked at Falaen, who was totally shocked. The fear and disenchantment in his eyes were much worse than any pain or humiliation.

"I am sorry, Falaen! I can explain!" she mumbled. But he just turned away. The werewolfess growled desperately and just ran away like darkness.

Falaen also walked away, still not wanting to believe what he just saw.

Wolffang laughed until she drop. Suddenly someone's heavy hand lay over her shoulder. Wolffang turned around and gulped in fear, seeing furious Dame Athanasia.

"Do you have any idea, what had you done, stupid girl?" the vampiress asked sternly, grabbing her maid by the braid.

"But that mutt wanted to betray us and stay with that elf! Someone should stop her! I thought..."

"You are here not for thinking!" Dame Athanasia interrupted her. "I could just talk to Livonna and she would listen to me! And you ruined all the plan, stupid jealous vixen! Three weeks of preparation down the drain!" she pulled orcess hair, making her scream and turn her face to the wall. "Stand still!" she raised the girl's skirt. Wolffang sobbed in fear. She knew very well what is going to happen.

Dame Athanasia raised her umbrella.

"And now try to finally remember! Never spoil my plans! Never do anything without my permission if that affects my plans even indirectly! Stop competing with your partners! And never hurt feeling of any of them this way ever again! Is that clear?" she said in low stern voice, accentuating every word by a hard stroke of her umbrella on the girl's bottom.

Wolffang wept in pain and nodded, begging for mercy. She never saw her mistress so angry. By the time the punishment was finished, the orcess's bottom was bruised badly.

"Take her to our lair," Dame Athanasia said to Kajira, who suddenly appeared from the shadows. "And if Livonna will return before me, try to stop her from killing Wolffang. I don't want to loose any of you," she whispered in the witch's ear and walked away, covering from the sunlight under her umbrella.

Just as Dame Athanasia thought, Falaen went right to his house. He still was so shocked about what he saw at the market, that he didn't noticed, when a woman in dark clothes appeared from the shadows and bit him right in the neck. Suddenly he felt weakness and then a strange apathy. The woman turned him around, looking right in his eyes.

"Your blood is so tasty! It was very hard not to drain you down." she smirked. "Do you remember, what had happen today, Falaen Knight of the Realm?"

"Yes, milady." he nodded. His voice sounded empty.

"And what had happen today?"

"I found out that the girl I loved was actually a wild beast. Literally."

"Good. And now you have nothing to lose, Falaen. So give me the runic key," Dame Athanasia commanded.

Falaen just nodded and invited her to his home. There he led her into the kitchen and opened a shelf filled with cupcakes.

"Such a silly stash!" he said without any emotions. "Some magic, and a no one will notice that one of these cupcakes stays on this shelf much longer than such a stuff can stored." he took one of the cupcakes and crashed it, taking the runic key out. "It's yours milady." he gave it to vampiress.

Dame Athanasia smiled.

"Thank you, my dear. Now eat all what left from this delicious cupcake and forget that you ever touched it. And lead me out from your cosy home." she hid the key in her pocket.

Falaen quickly ate all the crumbs remaining from the enchanted cupcake and lead his sinister guest to the door. On the porch Dame Athasia gazed into his eyes.

"Forget about me. Forget about the key." she said in low voice.

"Yes, milady." Falaen answered.

"What do you remember?" Dame Athanasia asked.

"The girl I loved was a werewolf..." he respond perplexedly.

"Go and have some rest. And you never saw me," Dame Athanasia turned around and walked away, while totally confused Falaen closed door behind himself.

They both didn't noticed that poor Livonna was peeking from the bushes, weeping in pain and desperation.

"Is Livonna here?" Dame Athanasia asked, closing the door behind her.

"No, milady," Kajira turned to her. "How did it go? Have you got the key?"

"Yes! Another step to my victory. To our victory, my dear Kajira!" the vampiress smiled, but frowned noticing Wolffang, who tried to hide behind the curtain.

"Hey you, foolish girl! Go and find Livonna before she'll make anything stupid!"

"But she will torn me into pieces!" the orcess protested.

"Oh, yes! I will!" a rabid roar was heard behind their backs. All three women turned to the door and saw furious Livonna standing on the threshold.

"Oh, darkness!" Wolffang closed her eyes and hugged herself.

"How dare you to speak to me in such a voice!" Dame Athanasia said sternly. "Get over my knee! Now!"

"How dare you to ruin my love?" Livonna screamed hysterically. "You could make him forget about what he had seen on the market! But you didn't! Why?" she came up to her mistress, showing her ivories.

"To be sure, that he will not recall about the runic key any time soon, being too upset about how his love turned to be a beast!" Dame Athanasia grabbed Livonna by her scruff. "And I don't need to explain any of my decisions to any of you three! So get over my knee! Now!" and she put struggling she-werewolf over her knee. "Now you need some lesson in humility!" the vampiress took a solid wooden hairbrush.

"This is not fair! I got birched for nothing just because of this greenskin framed me! OW!!! OUCH!!! Milady, please, don't do this! OWIEE!!! I am so sore already! EEYOOW!!!" Livonna bawled in pain, squirming and struggling after each heavy spank landing over her already badly flogged bottom.

Livonna howled and bawled in pain, while Dame Athanasia continued walloping her with the hairbrush, neglecting her protests.

"...And I am your mistress, so it is me who decides what is right and what is wrong! And you can only... Hey what do you think you are doing?!" the vampiress tried to keep the she-werewolf lying over her knee, but Livonna suddenly break away and grabbed her mistress by the collar.

"I don't care if I owe you! I don't care if you are my mistress! You have no right to ignore my feelings like this!" she punched Dame Athanasia in the face and ran away, slamming the door behind herself.

Dame Athanasia stunned in shock, looking at the closed door.

The weather has turned bad. It was raining cats and dogs. Falaen was sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace, looking out the window, sadly staring at raindrops running down the glass.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is there?" Falaen asked, standing up from the armchair.

"It's me, Lydda!" the female voice answered.

"Oh, it's you," Falaen sighed and opened the door. "Come in, my old friend! How do you do?" he hugged her.

"Well, that's a state secret, you know," a young elven blonde giggled and hugged him back. "But speaking seriously, I am fine. Me and princess Maera are still trying to find her disappeared mother." she frowned for a second. "And how are you, my friend?"

"Well, fifty-fifty," Falaen shrugged.

"What's the matter, Falaen? I see that something is bothering you!" Lydda frowned.

Livonna didn't noticed that. She only wept bitterly, gazing at elves through the window. They didn't even notice her. And she didn’t even realise that she was just seeing a meeting of old friends. Her heart was broken. Weeping bitterly poor werewolfess walked away. And at each step she was turning more and more beast-alike.

A big grey she-wolf ran out the city and stopped only when she reached the forest. She sat on the ground, raised her muzzle and howled bitterly, feeling how the raindrops are running down over her fluffy wool. She never felt so lonely and so betrayed in her whole life. She howled to the clouded sky but the storm muffled her, turning her howl into a silent weep.

Forest Discipline

"OWIEE!!!! OW!!!! I am sorry! OWIEEE!!!"

"If you'll ever scare any tourist in this forest ever again, this would be a picnic in comparison!"

"OWIEE!!! My poor bottom! OWIEEE!!!!"

Idle Farmhand

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

"So, Krüger, do you see now, what happens to lazy workers on my farm?"

"AUTSCH!!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!!"

No ticket!

Might and Magic

"Witchcraft, magic, enchantment, wizardry... Rubbish! There's nothing better than a good axe! Or a strong fist, I tell ya!" Zurin, a dwarfish warrior said, smiling widely, putting his hands on his hips.

 "Only a fool will underestimate the pure power of the brilliant mind!" Elenwen, an elven sorceress, stopped before him.

"Do you want a bet, witch?" the dwarf laughed. "I will defeat you with my bare hands!"

"Challenge accepted!" Elenwen said proudly. "And now you will..." she started casting a spell, but Zurin just pulled her by her golden hair and put over his lap, baring her cute bottom. The elvish woman struggled "How dare you! I will... OW!!!" she screamed in pain loudly, when her opponent's mighty hand heavily landed over her round buttocks.

"See? Your magic can't help you if you won't have a time to cast it!" Zurin laughed, continuing spanking poor Elenwen. She protested, she screamed, but the pain from the spanks was interrupting her every time she tried to cast any spell to save herself from this reprisal.

Finally Zurin stopped the spanking and pushed crying Elenwen from his lap.

"I hope you learned your lesson, witch!" he said and walked away.

Elenwen furiously rubbed her sore behind.

"Oh, you haven't seen the last of me, dork!" she said before casting a spell, which made the pain in her well spanked buttocks much easy. "I'll show you, what can a pure magic do!" and she followed the dwarf.

"Hey, Zurin! Turn around!" she shouted.

"What's the matter, witch? Do you want another spanking?" he asked, not looking at her.

"No. It is you, who wants a spanking!" Elenwen said, casting a spell. Zurin turned around.

"Can you give me a proper spanking, my mistress?" he asked politely, unbuckling his belt. His face looked shocked, but he couldn't do anything to stop himself.

"Bend over my knee, naughty dwarf!" Elenwen laughed, taking the belt from her opponent's hands. "I'll show you, why you shouldn't insulting women and sorcerers!" she commanded, casting another spell, to allow her opponent to speak, what he really thinks.

Elenwen was pretty sure, that Zurin will squirm and cry over her knee just right she did, when he spanked her. And she really made the dwarf kicking in pain, but instead of begging, he started cursing her wich such a words, that she quickly lost her temper.

"Shut up!" Elenwen finally shouted, casting a spell, but she was so angry, that instead of just making her opponent speechless, she accidentally turned him from a man to a woman."Wow! I knew, that the magic can be powerful, but I never thought it can be this powerful!" the sorceress said.

"What had you done, dirty elven bitch?!" the dwarf shouted in panic. "Turn me back to normal!"

"What did you said?!" Elenwen asked in furious voice. "Back to normal? To normal? How dare you?! Did you just call all the women abnormal?! Oh, you will regret this!" and she continued belting the dwafish woman, but now with much more force, making her screaming and squirming. "You know what? I will leave you like this. Maybe this will teach you a proper lesson in respect of a women and a mind powers!" she grinned, not wanting to admit, that she just had no idea, how to make poor Zurin back a man.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Well, the title speaks to itself, I guess ;)

A Fight

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!! Put me on the ground! AUTSCH!!! This is unfair! AUA!!!"

"I don't care, what do you thinking! While it gives me the upper hand, I find it fair enough! And you are not in the right position to argue with me anyway!"

How to Tame a Hellcat

   Belinda Krüger, a pretty nineteen year old blonde from Germany, had traveled to Falconberg, a small town in the English countryside, to visit her childhood  friend, Megan McGraw. Belinda was surprised by Megan’s change in appearance, she had dyed her hair neon green and was wearing a leather jacket with the words THE HELLCATS printed across the back. She was with two girls her same age, also wearing similar jackets. When Belinda asked her friend if she had started a punk rock band, she laughed and said, “A band? A band of outlaws, maybe. Or, at least that’s what the locals call us. Let go back to our flat, and I’ll explain it to you.”

      After speeding back to Megan’s “flat”, in a abandoned warehouse, Megan explained to Belinda, “The Hellcats are a gang I started, a all female street gang. Just for kicks. The locals hate us because … well, sometimes we do break the law. Nothing major, sometimes we do break into stores, after hours, to collect the food and supplies we need, or bust up a vending machine, or cause a bit of vandalism. And the shop owners hate our graffiti art, but we’re just doing our bit to beautify this town. And maybe we do get into scuffles, and ride our motorcycles a little too fast down the main drag. And the town just recently started a curfew, thanks to us, teenagers aren’t allowed out after nine o’clock. But the bobbies can only arrest us IF they catch us out, or committing a crime. And they’ll NEVER do that. We’re too fast and clever.” Belinda is fascinated by her friend’s tale of wild adventure, and begs to join her gang. 

    At that very moment across town, the town council is holding a meeting. Mayor Magnus is speaking, “ We can not allow this teenage crime wave to continue in our fair city. Yes, I understand the law can only apprehend one of these so called Hellcats, if he catches her breaking the law, but I think it’s time we take matters into our own hands. I say we form a vigilante committee, patrol our streets at night. And if any of us sees a young lady out after the curfew, give her what she so richly deserves. A blistered bottom. With whatever implement that man may be carrying. I have here before me, a collection of items I think would be perfect to teach a naughty girl a lesson she would never forget. Canes, paddles, belts, switches, etc … pick your poison, boys, and let’s head out tonight and reclaim our city.”

    That night, Belinda is proudly wearing her leathers, about to pick the lock on the back door of a grocery store, when she feels a strong hand descend down on her shoulder. “Come here, Girly.”, the huge man says as he drags Belinda over to an iron guard rail and after commanding her to remove her leather pants to bend over it. He then paints twelve fiery stripes across her bare bottom, with a rattan cane, before releasing her, to go howling off into the night. 

     The next night, Belinda is apprehended as she was about to spray paint The Hellcats logo across the front of a bookstore, and is given a bare bottom spanking across her captor’s knee. A long, hard hand spanking on top of the twelve welts still fresh from the night before. Belinda’s big bottom was boiling by the time he was finished.

     Belinda, the only member of the gang to have been punished TWICE, was just as unlucky the next night. A former footballer, a bear-sized man, scorched Belinda’s bare bottom with a thick leather belt, leaving Belinda, the would be bad girl, bawling like a baby. 

    The next night, Belinda and Megan was stopped by two off duty bobbies, who were patrolling the city with paddles in their hands. Each girl received the same number of butt blistering white hot swats, but since this was Belinda’s FOURTH punishment of the week, her paddling was much more painful than Megan’s.

    Unbeknownst to Megan and Belinda, across town another member of the gang, Trixie, had just had her rear roasted by Mayor Magnus, who was now watching her dance from foot to foot, trying  desperately to rub out the inferno blazing away all across her ruby red rear. When Trixie saw the Mayor sit down his large oval hairbrush he had just used to ignite her ass, and pick up a cane, she began to beg for mercy. The mayor told her, if she told him the location of The Hellcats’ secret hideout, and promise not to reveal that to her gang, she was free to go. Trixie hated to betray her friends, but remembering what Belinda’s bottom looked like after her caning, she agreed to that deal. 

     The next day, shortly before nightfall, when The Hellcats were still all in bed, sleeping on their stomachs, their bare bottoms all some shade of red, the vigilante committee stormed their hideout, and marched the girls to the high school gym, where most of the town was gathered, sitting in the bleachers. In the center of the gym, sat a sawhorse. Beside it sat a large vase of switches. Each of the teenage hooligans, except for Trixie, was placed one at a time, bare bottomed across the saw horse, and switched fiercely, while the crowd cheered loudly. The girls were then told, as long as they remained in their gang, they would continue to receive nightly punishments. The girls agreed to disband, and left their leather back jackets behind, before returning for a final night at their clubhouse.

                                                                    EPILOGUE  

      ONE YEAR LATER : The former Hellcats were all now respectable members of society, with well paying jobs or going to college. Megan, the former gang leader, was now married to the bobbie who had paddled her the year before. She was now a member of the police force, too, and kept that same paddle in her police cruiser, to use on lawbreakers who broke minor laws, and didn’t want to suffer through a lengthy and expensive legal case, she gave them the choice, of suffering through the rest of the week every time they attempted to sit down, instead. 

      As for Belinda? She returned to Europe, and was currently across the lap of a security guard at the mall she was just caught shoplifting at. The security guard’s hard right hand was rapidly turning Belinda’s snowy white butt cheeks fire engine red, 

       Some girls never learn.