Grizzly Rage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Night of the Werewolves (Part 2)

When poor Vivian finally arrived to her pack's lair, all the werewolves already were know, that something awful happened to her. The pack leader, flame furred werewolf-woman named Stirba, went out to meet her.

"Vivian, what happened?" she asked, but the answer was too obvious. Stirba frowned. "Who had done this to you? My poor wolfess!" she hugged Vivian, who was still whimpering bitterly. Weeping and moaning, laying on her belly with a big snow clod on her badly burning buttocks, while her packmates gathered around, the whipped werewolf-girl told them everything. How she was caught by vampires, how they tortured and humiliated her, and all what their leader, Pauline Drax wanted her to tell. When she finished her gloomy story, her cheeks were blushing so bright, that it could be seen even through her fur. Stirba growled in pure anger.

"So, that bloodsucking bitch really thinks, that she is that superior over all of us?!" she shouted "And she dares to torture one of us just like this, being sure, that she will get away with this?! No way! She will pay for this insult to our pack! To our kind! My dear wolves, this night we will have our revenge!"

The whole pack growled and howled in acclamation. They surely just couldn't let that vampiress get her away with what she had done. So they started the preparations. First Marsha, dark grey furred werewolf-girl with a bushy mane of raven hair, and Serafine, pale grey furred werewolf-girl, stole a jar full of Holy water from the nearest church, while their packmates were cutting switches. Then they put the switches in Holy water to soak them right, making an ultimate birches to punish the haughty vampiress.

And while the birches were soaking, the werewolves attacked the castle. Pauline's undead servants flee away in fear, running for their unnatural lives, while the proud vampire princess was caught in her bedroom, where she tried to hide under her coffin.

 

The angry werewolves tore Pauline's luxurious dress and cloak apart, while they were dragging her out from her castle and bringing deep into their forest. Vampire princess protested, threatened that just after she will be released, she will return and bring all the werewolves pack to heel, and finally just begged for mercy, but all was useless. The werewolves tied her to the old oak and brought the birches.

"Do you really think, we will bow before you, bloodsucking bitch?" Stirba asked, angrily looking in Pauline's eyes.

"Ugh! You would not dare to speak to me like this, if my useless minions weren't this coward!" Pauline shouted. "You are nothing more than wild forest animals! You have no honour! You have no right do this to me! I am nobility! I am princess! Let me go, and I will spare you all for this time!"

"Is this your last word?" Stirba asked, riding the bunch of birches.

"Hey, don't do this! This is not necessary! I... I apologies! This all was just a silly mistake! Please, let me go! And I... I will give you this forest!" Pauline begged.

"This forest is already ours. And it was ours for generations! Girls, let's show this undead bitch her proper place!" Strirba nodded to her packmates and brought the first stroke upon Pauline's pale bottom. Proud vampire princess screamed out loud like a peasant girl, when birches soaked in Holy water landed heavily over her vulnerable bottom. Leader of the werewolves pack herself and her faithful companions birched undead bitch as merciless as she tormented one of them some hours before. Soaked in Holy Water birches literally burned undead behind, making vampiress scream so loud, that them were heard all over the whole forest, making all the creatures of the night and other supernatural beings laughing.

Pauline bawled in pain, begged and pleaded, but the werewolves finished the punishment only after all the birches were broken on her now terrible sore and almost literally burned buttocks, and she swore on her un-life, that she and her minions would never even come close to the forest edge. Only after that the werewolves finally untied the vampiress and leaved her alone in the depths of a forest.

It was almost dawn, when poor Pauline finally found the way out to her castle. Right before the first sunbeam appeared over horizon, she closed the door behind her, still weeping from the terrible pain. Next few days she was sleeping on her belly in her coffin with opened lid to make sure, that nothing will touch her burning bottom, which never was this sore. Even when she was alive.

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!!!!"

Strict Ranger

Nature's Fury

"I warned you - in my sacred woods I don't need any weapon to deal with any intruder!"

Wood Justice