Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Four

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

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

   BELINDA: Why? What happened to you?

   BROMHILDA: Do you remember my ex Steve Anderson?

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

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

     BELINDA: Did you?

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

    BELINDA: AUUUUHHHH! HE REALLY TORE YOUR ASS UP!

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

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

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

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

THE END

The Spy Who Spanked Me

    Jane Bond, Agent Double 00W, the spy with a license to spank, was sitting on a park bench in Central Park, well after midnight, a stunning silver haired woman sprawled across her lap. The blue eyed beauty was dressed in a form fitting black satin gown. Jane had just injected the woman with a sedative, causing her to feel too weak to run away, or to resist what Jane had planned to do to her, if she didn’t give her the information The Queen had sent Jane to America to recover. The girl glanced back at Jane with fearful eyes, as Jane gently rubbed her plump posterior.
   “ I’m giving you one last chance to tell me where you hid the microfilm we know you stole from our nuclear facility. We have security footage of you stealing it, so there’s no reason for you to keep lying and saying you know nothing about that. You’re just making it harder on yourself.” the gorgeous dark haired spy said, as her hand lightly patted her captive’s ample ass cheeks, as a warning of what was coming, if she refused to answer Jane’s questions truthfully.
   The enemy spy replied, with a deep European accent,  “Let me go, you English dog. I tell you for the last time, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
   “Maybe THIS will refresh your memory”, Jane said, smiling Devilishly, as she began a brutal assault on the foreign spy’s backside. Jane’s hand cracked like thunder across her big bottom, rising a fiery red handprint under the seat of her elegant black ball gown. Quickly followed by a fuselage of blistering blows, setting the enemy agent’s ass on fire. As the heat began to rise to a nearly unbearable level, Jane was shocked to see her prisoner begin to change, to transform. Her lovely aqua blue eyes became as red as her rear must had been by that point, she grew much larger, stronger, her face elongated into a muzzle, full of razor sharp fangs, and a coat of silvery fur began to cover her entire body. Most shocking of all, a furry tail burst out of the back of her dress, and began to fan back and forth, like it was trying to cool down her red hot rear.
   Taken aback at first, Jane quickly recovered her cool,  “I’ve always wanted to meet you, Livonna, code name : The Wolf Girl. Our files say you’re from somewhere in Europe, possibly Germany, but currently working for the Russians. A member of their Werewolf Squad, female agents genetically altered to have the abilities of that mythological creature.”
   Livonna smiled, a truly frightening sight, her fangs sparkling in the moonlight, “I’ve always wanted to meet you, too, Jane Bond, Agent Double O W, a meeting you will soon regret. In this form, your puny mortal hand can cause me no harm. But once the sedative you injected me with wears off, which will be wear off much sooner than you expected, in mere minutes, now that I’m my true self, iI’ll going to blister your pretty little ass.” 

    Warned that Livonna may be part of Russia’s plan to steal England’s nuclear secrets, The Agency had given Jane a secret weapon to deal with her. Reaching into her purse, Jane produced a heavy hairbrush, with a shiny silver backing. Silver was one of the only way to hurt a werewolf, it’s touch will scorch it’s skin, like a crucifix burns a vampire. Knowing she only had a few minutes until the sedative had worn off, and she would be at the Wolf Girl’s  mercy, Jane wasted no time in  applying it forcefully to Livonna’s hindquarters. Within seconds Livonna’s backside was boiling, so hot the heat seared away the back of her dress, and singed off the silvery fur covering her mighty bottom, until it was completely hairless, and smoking. As red as lava and covered in blisters. The howling she wolf tried to withstand the excruciating pain, until the sedative wore off, and she would be at full power, but her suffering was too great. She shouted, “Please, I beg you, no more! I placed the microfilm in a capsule, and hid it in the red flower pot with the black stripe on the balcony of the hotel suite I was staying at in New York. The Grand Hotel, on Park Avenue, Room 701. I left it there when I checked out. Olga should be checking into that suite any minute now. She’s taking the microfilm with her back to Moscow. They thought it would be too risky for me to do that, since we suspected you may have  footage of me stealing the microfilm.” 
  Knowing she had to get to The Grand Hotel as quickly as possible, Jane, gave Livonna a quick smirk, showing her own needle-like fangs, injected she-werewolf with another sedative, driving it deeply and painfully into Livonna’s percolating posterior. Livonna went to sleep almost instantly, and Jane carried her to her Aston Martin. 
     Livonna woke up, hours later, her bottom no longer actually on fire, but it was definitely burning, and she was doing the last thing she wanted to do at that moment, sitting in a hard wooden chair. She tried to hop out of it, to give her blazing buns a good rub, but realized she was tied tightly to the chair. So tightly she couldn’t even squirm or rise her roasting rear a millimeter off of the seat of the chair. She was once again in her human form, and completely nude. 
   She noticed there was a handwritten note on the table next to her chair. It said, “Hello, Sleepy Head. I hope you enjoyed your nap. By the time you’re reading this note, I should be on a private jet on my way back to Jolly Ole England. With the microfilm, and Olga, sitting in the seat beside me. But like you, I doubt if she’ll be sitting very comfortably. When she found me in your apartment, she attempted to stab me. Wasn’t that rude? I felt she deserved a good spanking for doing that. You should see her right now, as I’m writing this note, she’s dancing from foot to foot, rubbing her cherry red rear, and pouting most delightfully. “
   “We contacted your director in Moscow, to let them know we recovered the microfilm you stole. I hear they strongly disapprove of agents not completing their assigned missions. In fact, rumor has it, the agent they call The Disciplinarian is on her way to retrieve you right now. And she’s bringing her newest creation, an electric switch. I left a camera hidden in your apartment, where you’ll never find it, and I’m really looking forward to watching what happens when she gets there.”
   “It was a pleasure to finally get to meet you, Livonna, and I hope to have you back across my lap again in the near future.”
   “Signed, Jane Bond”
                  JANE BOND WILL RETURN IN “THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN PADDLE”

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Three: Juan Learns how to Give a Proper Spanking

 

    Belinda, a blonde brat from Germany, had agreed to let her landlord, Juan Lopez, give her a spanking, if he didn’t evict her for playing her favourite Rob Zombie album, as loud as possible, two o’clock in the morning. A decision she was currently regretting. Even over her leather mini-skirt, whenever Juan’s hand made it through her defenses, her hands and her wildly kicking legs, his hand left a burning imprint, that stung  like Belinda’s ample ass had just been attacked by a hundred angry hornets.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, a fair skinned woman with wild red hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent, had been sent to Belinda’s building to check out a noise complaint. She was watching Juan punishing Belinda, disappointed in his spanking technique. Mary was an expert spanker. Sometimes she offered a first time offender a choice, spend the night in jail, or the next ten minutes across her lap. Just last week, she caught a fat-bottomed girl with a big blonde mohawk spraying painting “A.C.A.B.” on the side of a sawmill. She chose the corporal punishment option, a bad choice in a lumber yard. After Mary sat the punk’s bare buns ablaze with her hand, she found a slat of wood that made a perfect paddle.That paddle left the bawling brat’s big butt sizzling, her “sit spots” smoking.

    Realizing she was doing a poor job of protecting her plump posterior, Belinda decided to squirm off of Juan’s lap before her buns got any warmer, a easy task, since he was just holding her down, with his hand on her shoulder. Once free, she began to hop from foot to foot, pouting prettily, while rubbing her rear, and pleading, “Please, Herr Lopez, no more. My Popo is on FIRE! I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER break another of your rules!”

   Mary’s icy eyes narrowed, giving Belinda a bone chilling stare, as she spoke to Juan, “Do you mind if I give you some advice on how to give a proper spanking?” Juan wondered why she would be able to give him advice like that, but said, “Yes, if you want to.”

  The policewoman stood up, towering over Belinda, and undid the German’s girl belt, allowing her black leather skirt to fall to her feet, leaving Belinda wearing just a tiny black thong. Turning Belinda around, she said to Juan, “Look. This brat’s bottom is barely pink. A serious spanking shouldn’t end until it’s bright red.” Belinda wanted to tell Mary, “Mind your own business, you spooky looking bitch!” but something about the officer scared Belinda.

    Mary O’Hara then placed Belinda back across Juan’s lap and instructed him, “Now, place your right leg, over her legs, she won’t be able to scissor her legs now. Take her right wrist with your left hand, and pin it to her back, so she won’t be able to use it to cover your intended target. Now, FIRE AWAY!”

   With Belinda finally locked in place, and now practically bare bottomed, Juan’s right hand became a blur. The room quickly filling with the thunderous cracks of Juan’s heavy hand against Belinda’s rapidly reddening rear, and the naughty German girl’s howls.

     A crowd had gathered outside of Belinda’s apartment, attracted to the noise. Since Mary had left Belinda’s front door wide open, they all had a clear view of what was happening. And loved it. All of the residents of Belinda’s building had a good reason for why they felt she deserved a good spanking. Joy, a cute nurse from Japan, turned to the crowd, and said while rubbing her butt, “I’m NEVER breaking one of Juan’s rules! OWIE! I bet that girl won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

   That gave Dreama Bennett an idea. Dreama’s late husband used to spank her, whenever he felt she deserved one. She missed those spankings now. The last time she was late with her rent, Juan had scolded her, telling her she needed to stick to her budget better. She wondered what he would do, if she told him she needed some “incentive” to do that.

   Back in Belinda’s apartment, Mary saw Belinda had a heavy oval hairbrush, lying on her couch. She picked it up, and handed it to Juan, saying with a sinister sneer, “If your hand is getting sore, use this.”

   Hearing that, Belinda shouted, “If your hand is getting SORE? What about my poor Popo. It really IS on FIRE now!”

    If Belinda thought her “Popo” was on fire before, the hairbrush rose the temperature of her roasting rear to the boiling point, turning her tush crimson, her “sit spots” maroon. She could feel blisters popping up like pimples on prom night all over her percolating posterior. Feeling like a witch, being burnt alive, she reached under the chair and gave Juan’s leg a vicious pinch. His leg shot up in the air, freeing Belinda’s legs, he released her wrist to rub the sting away, allowing her to tumble off of his lap, and do the LAST thing on Earth she wanted to do, land hard on her blistered bottom. Seeing the crowd watching her for the first time, she ran to the doorway, shouting, “I HOPE YOU SICK FUCKS  ENJOYED THE SHOW!” before slamming the door shut.

    Hearing that Juan said sternly, “You can’t talk to my tenants like that! Get your ass back over my lap, young lady, I’m not done spanking you yet!”

       STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER FOUR, “BELINDA AND THE BELT” TO FIND OUT WHAT

                                                  HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.       

Treason doth never prosper

Miss Margaret Dobbins entered the classroom and gave the students a strict and a careful look. This was her first lesson with this group, and over the years of teaching she had learned that there is no second chance to make a first impression, so she wanted to immediately notice those who would need to be watched closely. And she immediately noticed a tall buxom blonde, who's leather waistcoat and denim mini-skirt were clearly standing out from other student's outfits. And that's not even mentioning her downright provocative hairstyle. Miss Dobbins frowned slightly and ran her eyes down the list of students before taking roll call.Having thus become acquainted with her students, she turned her gaze again to the potential rebel.

"Gertrude Mitchell, stand up!" she said strictly.

"Yes, Miss Dobbins?" Gertie obediently rose from her desk.

Miss Dobbins looked at her from head to toe in silence.

“After class, please come into my office,” she said meaningfully and allowed Gertie to sit at her desk. After that, Miss Dobbins once again looked around the room with a stern gaze, noticing how the students began to exchange cautious glances and whisper among themselves. She tapped the table with a ruler meaningfully and began the lecture.

After the lecture, Gertie, followed with the curious and mocking glances of her classmates, went to the head teacher’s office. Right after she walked in and closed the door behind her, Miss Dobbins rose from the table and looked at her again with a critical eye.

"Gertrude, would you care to explain to me what all this means?" she asked sternly.

"I have no idea, what do you mean." Gertie shrugged.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Your appearance does not comply with the college dress code, and you know it. What is the matter? Do you wish to defy the college regulations?"

"And so what?" Gertie replied arrogantly "I'm dressed quite decently, and there's nothing in the rules about haircuts. Only about neatness. And I have not troubles with that."

"The college dress code requires students and faculty to wear formal style, Gertrude. Your style does not fit this requirement at all." Miss Dobbins shook her finger at the girl. "And since you decided to challenge the rules, you should also know that it contains a list of punishments for those who do not comply with it." Miss Dobbins put her chair in front of the table. "Since the rules leave the choice of punishment to the discretion of the teachers, I think you are deserving a good spanking, Gertrude."

Gertie unintentionally stepped back.

"A spanking?!" she instinctively covered her bottom with her hands.

"Yes, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins nodded, "a spanking. And you'd better not to argue and accept your punishment with dignity." she took the girl to the chair, sat down and put her across her knees. "For the first time I think this will be enough." at these words she took a large black oval hairbrush from the table. "Hold still!" Miss Dobbin's hand lay down on Gertie's shoulders, pushing her firmly against the teacher's knees. Gertie closed her eyes. With a loud clap the hairbrush heavily landed across her plump buttocks. Gertie screamed from the sharp pain, but immediately bit her tongue. She swore herself to take her punishment without any sound to prove to Miss Dobbins, that she has a right to have her own style. But Miss Dobbins surely was a professional, so it didn't take a long for Gertie to start not just moaning and even screaming in pain after each painful spank, but even squirming over teacher's lap and kicking. Soon the young rebel was struggling and kicking, bawling loudly and begging for mercy, but Miss Dobbins only pushed her tighter to her knees, continuing the punishment.

When Gertie was already pretty sure, that her poor bottom became a one big bruise, Miss Dobbins finally stopped the punishment. She put the hairbrush away and stroked the back of Gertie's head.

"I think, this is enough for you, Gertrude. For the first time." she said sternly but not cruel. "But keep in mind: if I ever see you again at my lecture or just in the corridor during class hours dressed like this, this punishment will feel like a light tickle in comparison. Now go. And you'd better to hurry - according to the rules, being late for classes also entails a spanking.

Gertie jumped up from the teacher's knees and started jumping in place, clutching her burning bottom. About a minute she was dancing this dance of pain in front of the teacher, bawling and weeping bitterly. Then she finally put herself together and left head teacher's office, rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason?" suddenly asked Miss Dobbins, stopping at the doorstep.

"For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason." replied Gertie, blushing.

Trixie Meets the Dean

 Trixie was a young werewolf she was smart and had been tops of her class in highschool so she thought college would be a breeze.

However that was before she met the dean.

She was a strict no nonsense vampiress named Evelyn.

Trixie found herself in the Dean's office on only her third day there. Trixie was told to go to see Dean Evelyn when she went in to her office very nervous as she had always been well behaved and didn't know what to expect.

She went into the office and sat down in front of her desk as Dean Evelyn finished doing paper work not even looking up at her.

After what seemed an eternity to Trixie Dean Evelyn looks up at her with a smirk.

" Trixie I know you are new here but there are some rules that I'm fairly certain were explained to you before you moved onto campus. Did you not get the message about keeping music down after a certain time or about the curfew?"

Trixie lowers her gaze embarrassed at the fact she had gotten those messages but ignored them.

" Yes ma'am I got the messages but I thought they were more of a suggestion than set in stone rules."

Trixie giggles as she says this till she sees that dean Evelyn isn't smiling.

" Well if you got those messages I'm also sure you got the message that breaking said rules results in me breaking your butt!"

Trixie looks at dean Evelyn as she pulls out paperwork and begins reading it off explaining how Trixie will be getting an otk hairbrush spanking. Then she explains that after her spanking that Trixie will have to sit at her desk and write lines.

Trixie looks at dean Evelyn pouting knowing that she deserves to be spanked because she was blasting music really late and last night she had went out drinking not getting home till early in the morning.

Dean Evelyn walks around her desk and takes a seat. She pats her lap indicating for Trixie to bend over her lap. Trixie does as she is told and slowly pulls her pants down. Dean Evelyn smirks: "Oh dear you picked the wrong day to wear such skimpy panties." Trixie slowly lays across her lap. Dean Evelyn begins peppering her butt with smacks going from cheek to cheek every few smacks she would make sure and smack the top of her thighs.

Trixie squirmed and wiggled across her lap as the spanking began to sting. Dean Evelyn unloads a flurry of smacks with the hair brushcausing Trixie to kick her legs and squirm. As the spanking continues her butt quickly begins to turn red.

"Ouch! Please Dean I'm sorry! Ouch! I'll never do it again! Ouch! Please I'm sorry! Ouch! Owiee!"

Trixie pleads, trying to cover her sore bottom with her hand, but dean Evelyn only pins her hand to her back and unloads a visciuos volley of smacks with the hairbrush causing Trixie to cry and wail her bottom turning a deep crimson.

"Now then naughty pup, hold still and take your punishment!"

Trixie howls at the each impact. After the fifth more smacks Trixie was crying uncontrollably. By the tenth more her ass felt like it was on fire and she swore she would never misbehave again. By the time the spanking ended Trixie barely could kicking, she has bruises beginning to form.

Dean Evelyn pulled Trixie's panties up but left her pants down. She then forced her to sit on her sore ass on the hard wooden chair and write lines. She had to write one thousand times

"I will not play my music loud.

I will not stay out past curfew.

I will be a good girl."

Trixie sat there crying trying to compose herself and write the lines. Dean Evelyn stood watching her making sure she wrote all her lines. When she finished dean Evelyn gave Trixie her pants but wouldn't let her wear them.

"Young lady you will walk to your room with your sore bottom on display so everyone knows what happens to those that misbehave."

Dean Evelyn then smacks her sore butt sending her on her way. Trixie went through campus crying and blushing as others saw her sore well spanked ass. Some whistled some made inappropriate comments and some even smacked her ass.

Once Trixie got to her room she put on her night gown grabbed an ice pack and laid down on her stomach. She placed the ice pack on her ass to help with the swelling and bruising and cried herself to sleep.

The Copycat

    Belinda Krüger was scared. Her professor had asked her to follow her to her office after class to discuss what Professor Mannings said was “a matter of upmost importance”. Did Professor Mannings suspect Belinda had been cheating? Copying answers off of the other students’ test papers? If she did, Belinda could lose her scholarship.

    Professor Mandy Mannings pointed at a chair in front of her desk, and asked the pretty blonde to sit down. “Belinda, you may not know it, but I have a security camera in my classroom. I like to record my lectures. And my students when they take a test. To make sure none of them are cheating. I want you to watch this video, and tell me if I’m wrong or not, but it looks like you’re copying your answers off of Sally Mullins’ test sheet.” The dark haired Professor handed her phone to the nervous German girl. 

   Belinda took the phone with shaking hands, and watched the clip, hoping to be able to lie her way out of trouble. Belinda thought she was an expert liar, although on more than one occasion, lying had made a bad situation even worse for her, and her big bottom had usually paid the price for her lies. Watching the clip Belinda realized you could just see the back of her and Sally’s heads. The security camera must be located at the back of Professor Mannings’ classroom. 

    “Professor Mannings, you can just see the back of my head in this clip. You can’t tell for sure if I’m looking at Sally’s paper or not. And I wasn’t. If we had the same answers, that’s because ALL of the students with the CORRECT answers would all have the same answers, wouldn’t they?” Belinda said, proud of what she thought was a foolproof defense.

   Professor Mannings smiled, her dimples twinkling, “That’s true, Belinda. but would they all have the same INCORRECT answers? Unfortunately for you, you picked one of the worse students I’ve ever had to copy off of. You even misspelled the same words. Words I’ve seen Sally misspell before. I’m sorry. But I’m going to have to report this to the dean.”

    Tears began to fall out of Belinda’s big blue eyes and roll down her pretty cheeks. “Please, Professor Mannings, don’t do that. I’ll lose my scholarship and be expelled. I admit it, I copied Sally’s answers. But…  something came up last weekend and I didn’t have time to study.” The ““something” was a keg party at the local fraternity house, but Belinda didn’t think revealing that bit of info would help her case much. “Please, Professor, if you let me take that test over, I promise I’ll pass it.”

     The Professor ran her fingers through her jet black hair, watching Belinda closely, her dark brown eyes troubled. “Belinda, have you noticed what’s on my desk?” For the first time Belinda, did. Lying on top of a stack of books was a large oval hairbrush, as black as sin. Belinda gasped, a hairbrush just like that one, had blistered her bottom more than once, and had left the German brat unable to sit down for days.

    Professor Mannings smiled sinisterly, “Ah, I can tell by your reaction, you know what a hairbrush like this can do to a young girl’s backside. And so do I. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but when I was in high school,  my history teacher caught me cheating on a test and sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my aunt, and she showed up with this very hairbrush. Right there, in front of the principal and his secretary, she took me across her knee, and blistered my bare bottom. That was the worse spanking I ever got, but I knew I deserved it, every fiery crack of that brush, and I NEVER cheated again.  And now that I’m a professor, I use it to teach my students a lesson, hoping they’ll never cheat again. So, yes, I will let you take this test over, and not report you to the dean, if you agree to allow me to punish you for cheating first, Belinda.”

   Belinda sat in her seat, squirming, as if her bottom was already on fire. She had heard the hairbrush’s song before, playing a steady rhythm on her bare backside, as she sang along. Each stroke adding fuel to the fire, raising bruises and blisters. But what could she do? She didn’t want to lose her scholarship, and she hated to admit it, Professor Mannings was right, she should be punished for going to a party instead of studying, and then cheating. Belinda whispered, “If you let me take that test over, you can… spank me, Professor Mannings.”

      “Good girl, Belinda, I think this will do you a world of good”, Mandy said as she moved her chair into the center of her office.”Now, bare your bottom and get over my lap, you naughty thing.”

   Embarrassed, the German girl slipped out of her jeans and underwear and slid over her professor’s lap. Mandy admired Belinda’s big bottom, so full and round, and currently as white as winter snow. But Mandy knew it wouldn’t be that shade much longer. Belinda wasn’t the first student to find herself across Mandy’s lap. There had been a number of them, both males and females. Even a few of her fellow professors. And they had all ended up dancing before her, frantically rubbing their burning backsides, their heads thrown back, as they howled to Heaven. But none of them had an ass as glorious as this German brat. She had wanted to light it on fire the first time she saw Belinda walk into her classroom.

   And now she was finally going to get to. She started slow and gently. Playful spanks. Until Belinda’s big bottom was pink and tingling. Barely warm. Giving Belinda false hope, that she may actually enjoy her punishment, until the swats began to fall faster and faster, harder and harder, turning Belinda’s rear redder and redder. Toasting her tush. A fire that started in the center of each of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, and then began to spread from one side to the other, until every inch of her backside was blazing. Especially her sit spots. Mandy made sure she raised a fine crop of blisters there before releasing Belinda. 
   Belinda flew off of her professor’s lap, shocked by how hot her bottom felt when she touched it, finding it was way too sore to rub like she wanted to. She danced from foot to foot, a comical and childish dance, sobbing loudly, while Mandy watched her hungrily.

   When Belinda finally regained her senses, she asked Professor Mannings, “So, when I can I retake that test?”

   The dark haired woman, moved her hard wooden chair back over to her desk, and said, “Right now. Oh, and don’t bother to get dressed. You can leave those off until you finish this exam.”

   Belinda blue eyes grew wide, “But … there’s no way I can sit down right now! My popo is on FIRE!”

    Mandy grinned devilishly, “I told you you could take this test over. I never told you when. It’s now or never. Your choice, girl. But if you don’t take it, I’ll be forced to fail you and you’ll lose your scholarship.”

    The big bottomed blonde struggled to sit down, and was able to, only after trying three times. And even then, she couldn’t concentrate on her test. Mandy and Belinda was only able to think of one thing for the next half hour, Belinda’s fiery red rear.

  It was a week later, and Belinda was again in Professor Mannings’ office. Sitting in the exact same chair she had taken her makeup test in. But this time she was able to do so without squirming. The bruises and blisters from Professor Mannings’ hairbrush’s assault on the cute blonde’s ample ass had mostly faded away. 

     Professor Mannings, a lovely woman in her late thirties, handed Belinda her test back, with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Belinda, you did even worse on your makeup test. I’m still going to have to fail you. And, as you know, you were warned by the dean, if you failed one more class, you would lose your scholarship.”

   Belinda began to cry even louder than she did the work before, when the Professor was setting her plump posterior on fire. “ But… I couldn’t think straight when I took that test. Not after what you just did. Trying to remember my studies, while struggling to sit still in this chair. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a campfire. Plus I told you I didn’t have the time to study last weekend.” 

    “Yes, you did, Belinda, and why was that? What was so important that you didn’t have the time to study?” the Professor asked, eyeing Belinda suspectedly. 

     “Well… I… Saturday night, I… that is… “, Belinda tried to think of a believable lie, while nervously eyeing the hairbrush that was still lying on Professor Manning’s desk. “I got food poisoning, and was at the ER all night, and was sick all day Sunday, too.” 

   “Hmmm. that’s interesting. Linda Harris told me she saw you at a fraternity party Saturday night and you were there until about two o’clock in the morning, before she saw you stumbling back to your dorm with a member of the punk band that was playing at that party.” 

   Belinda’s cheeks blushed as red as her ass did the week before, “I’m sorry, I lied about that. I did go to a party, and stayed there longer than I meant to. But if you let me take that test over. On Monday. I promise, I’ll stay in my room ALL weekend and study for it. Please, Professor Mannings.”

     “I guess I could give you another chance. I hate to see any student lose their scholarship. But maybe I should give you something to think about before you leave my office today. Something that will remind you to spend your time this weekend studying instead of partying.” Professor Mannings said, reaching for her hairbrush.

    It was Saturday night and Belinda was indeed in her room, studying. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, with an ice pack on her bare dark red rear. Twenty four hours after her second spanking from Professor Mannings, and Belinda’s big butt was STILL on fire. She had really tore the German girl’s ass up this time. She had purple bruises in the center of each of her chubby butt cheeks, bruises she knew would take a week to fade away. She planned on taking a pillow with her, when she took her makeup test on Monday. Take it and pass it. Belinda NEVER wanted to give Professor Mannings another reason to spank her.

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.

A Trouble at a Bar

“Oh, mensch, this music sucks!” Belinda said, yawing drunk. This nightclub was quite expensive, and she spent here about few hours, dancing and drinking, looking for some handsome guy to flirt. This evening she was herself. Her usual loud and obnoxious self. “This kind of place makes me want to puke. I need a real drink to cope with the electronic music and robotic people!” she reached for a glass of whiskey.

Suddenly Belinda heard a strict female voice.

“I think you had a real drink already, young lady.” a tall brown-haired woman came close to the blonde. “You’d better to behave yourself, if you don’t want to get into a big trouble.”

The last thing Belinda wanted that night was to being lectured by some stranger.

“MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, BITCH!” she screamed and threw her drink on the woman, ruining her dress.

“This nightclub IS my business, I own it.” the furious woman said as she pulled Belinda across her lap. “You, young lady, have no idea how to act in a sophisticated establishment. Apparently no one has ever tried to teach you any manners. But I’ll be happy to. Let this be your first lesson.” The lady in red, Morgana, begun to spank Belinda’s big bottom, first over her jeans, then on her panties, and finally on her bare bottom, in front of the cheering bar patrons, until Belinda was howling and pleading for mercy. “No yet, my child,” the dark haired beauty said, smirking sinisterly, “Not until your backside is as red as this dress you just ruined.” Shaking her hand, Morgana turned to the bartender, “Nigel, my hand is beginning to get sore, could you be a dear, and run into my office and grab my hairbrush off of my desk? The large oval one.”

Nigel returned, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, and handed his boss the heavy hairbrush, that she quickly put to good use. True to her word, she didn’t release Belinda until her posterior was candy apple red, burning and blistered. After watching the German brat dance around in circles, her hands gently caressing her deep fried fanny, tears streaming down her cheeks, Morgana handed Belinda her panties back, telling her, “You can have these back, but since you ruined my dress, I’m keeping your pants.”

Belinda yelped, struggling to slip back into her panties, panties that felt two sizes too small now, and looked tearfully at the raven haired woman, “But I can’t go home like THiS, in just my underwear.”

“That’s not my problem, I have a bar to run. Bruno, please escort this brat out of my bar.”

Bruno, a bear of a man, easily lifted Belinda up, and slung her across his shoulder, and marched to the bar’s exit, while everybody in the bar gave him a loud round of applause. Heaving her out of the door, Belinda landed with a LOUD thud on her well punished posterior, before running off into the night, trying in vain to cover her glowing glutes with her tiny hands.

Cornertime for Belinda

 

Belinda Meets the Invisible Man

Bewitched

Returning home from a meeting of The Witches Council, Samantha Stephens was shocked to see her husband spanking her cousin Serena’s bare bottom.

“OH MY STARS AND GARTERS, DARRIN, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?”, Samantha shouted.

Smiling wickedly at his beautiful wife, while continuing to whale away at Serena’s rapidly reddening rear with his hand, Darren replied, “While waiting for you to return home, Serena came down with a bad bout of the witch’s flu, and lost her powers. So I thought this was the perfect time to give this wicked witch what she’s deserved for years.”

Watching Darren turn her cousin’s rear cherry red, Samantha recalled all of the times Serena had pretended to be her, hoping to destroy her marriage to a man Serena hated, simply because he was a mortal. Smiling mischievously, Samantha twitched her nose, and a large oval oaken hairbrush appeared in her husband’s hand.

“HEY, A HAIRBRUSH!” Darren proclaimed merrily, “Thanks, Sam, that’s just what I needed, my hand was getting sore.”

“YOUR HAND? What about my … OW!” Serena yelped, when Darren blasted the heavy hairbrush into her already burning bottom, causing the fires already raging there to increase in their intensity, until the dark haired witch’s butt was boiling and blistering.

Darren continued to pepper Serena’s posterior with his hairbrush until the howling troublemaker’s ass was a deep dark shade of burgundy, and Serena was begging for mercy. Satisfied that her naughty cousin had learned a long overdue lesson, Samantha twitched her nose again, and Serena disappeared from across her husband’s lap to reappear sitting, still bare bottomed, on a wooden stool at the Stephens’ kitchen table.

“YEOW!” Serena shouted, leaping off of the stool, her hands flying to her roasting rear.

Before she was allowed to give her bottom much of a soothing rub, Samantha chanted:

“Oh, Great Horned One and Bela The Bat,

The Midnight Man and The Golden Ghoul,

Please make this naughty brat,

Unable to move from her stool.”

Serena was instantly returned to the stool, unable to stand back up. “Please release me from your spell, Samantha, my butt is on fire and sitting on this stool really REALLY hurts.” Serena pleaded.

“Oh, I’ll release you from my spell …”, Samantha said, smiling sweetly, as a stack of paper and a pen magically appeared in front of Serena, “AFTER you write a thousand times ‘I’ll never impersonate Samantha again.’ “

“Living with mortals has turned you into a real meanie, Cuz!” Serena pouted, as she picked up the pen.

A hour later, Serena was still writing her lines, feeling like she was sitting on a bed of red hot coals, while Darrin and Samantha watched her delightfully, sitting on their big comfy couch, drinking martinis, too far from Serena to notice her smile sinisterly, or to hear her whisper, “You may be laughing now, but once I recover from the witch’s flu, and get my powers back, I won’t be the only one in this house with a blistered bottom.”

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.