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.

Enter the Brat Tamer

 

In the mountains surrounding the mighty dwarven city Wolffang the orcress burglar was smiling to herself as she had successfully stolen an artefact needed by Dame Athanasia, the vampireress, who Wolffang was working for. Wolffang was trying to get back into Dame Athanasia's good graces after a miscommunication between them. She knew that this artefact was important to her but not sure why.

Suddenly Wolffang heard the alarm go off in the city and she knew now that the dwarves would be out looking for it and whoever stole it. Wolffang had had run-ins with dwarves in the past that she had stolen from and didn't want that to happen again so she took off through the mountains to try and get away scot-free.

Unbeknownst to Wolffang there was someone on the mountain trails, a certain barbarian known throughout the land as Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha had seen Wolffang sneak from the dwarven city and saw the orcress carrying an artefact that belonged to the dwarves so she decided to follow Wolffang to find out why this artefact was so important and give the naughty thief a good spanking.

Wolffang made her way through the mountains in a hurry not wanting to be caught by the dwarves when suddenly from no where a woman appears on the path in front of her blocking her way. "Out my way you scar-faced bitch!" Wolffang snarled thinking to intimate this woman. The woman didn't move and only smiles replying "I will not you little thief. I'm Agatha Brat Tamer and you stole something from that dwarven city and I want to know why."

Wolffang blanched when she heard the name but not wanting to get caught by the dwarves decided to try and push past the barbarian woman "I don't care who you are and what I have is none of your fucking business you scar-faced bitch!" As Wolffang tried to push by Agatha she simply grabbed her by the ear and marched towards a rock.

"Oww! letgo my ear bitch! Stop I said what are you..." Wolffang was cut off mid sentence as Agatha sat upon the rock and pulled the bratty orcress across her lap. "That is thrice you called me a bitch and it shall not go unpunished. I also said I wanted to know why you stole the artefact and you will tell me."

Agatha begins to spank Wolffang with all her might enjoying how she squirms and how her shapely butt jiggles with each smack.

"Oww I'm sorry I called you a bitch alright? I'm not telling you anything about the artefact no matter how hard you spank me." Wolffang yells defiantly.

Agatha simply smiles as she raises Wolffang's skirt baring her bottom. "We shall see about that you little brat," Agatha growls as she picks up Tear Bringer, her trusty hair brush, and begins to spank Wolffang with it. Wolffang instantly begins to kick her legs and tries to squirm away from the onslaught of smacks from Tear Bringer. Agatha simply repositions Wolffang on her lap and uses her legs to lock Wolffang's in place and continues to spank her butt enjoying how the orcress butt has turned from green to red. "You will tell me what I want to know or I'll spank your cute ass all day!" Agatha roars.

Soon Wolffang can no longer hold back her tears and begins to cry.

"OW!!! Alright! OUCH!!! Alright! OW!!! I stole the artefact for someone I don't know what they want it for!" Wolffang says through her sobs. Agatha pauses the spanking and rubs her bright red butt comfortingly and asks "What is the name of the person who wanted you to steal this artefact?"

Wolffang cries even harder "I can't tell you she will beat me unmercifully!" Wolffang sobs not giving Agatha a name. Agatha laughs and picks up her paddle Butt Bruiser and says "You should be more worried about the beating you will receive if you don't tell me."

Agatha then begins to bring Butt Bruiser down repeatedly across Wolffang's bright red sore butt. Wolffang begins to scream in agony each blow from the paddle feeling like a lightning bolt hitting her ass.

While Agatha continues to paddle Wolffang the dwarves from the city who had organised to find the thief heard her screams coming from the mountain pass. They hurried to investigate.

Agatha heard the commotion of the dwarves hurrying their way and smiled. "Decision time little thief if you don't tell me the name of who sent you for the artefact I'll turn you over to the dwarves so they can dispense their justice."

Wolffang whose bottom was a deep crimson colour and beginning to bruise was screaming and crying as the paddling continues. As Agatha threatens to turn her over to the dwarves she yells: "Dame Athanasia! OUCH!!! I stole the artefact for Dame Athanasia! OWIEEE!!!! Please don't give me to the dwarves... OW!!!" Wolffang pleaded. Agatha gave Wolffang one more smack with Butt Bruiser and dropped her off her lap. She took the artifact from Wolffang and put it in her bag with her implements that she carries everywhere she goes.

Agatha looks at Wolffang sternly and says "Tell Dame Athanasia if she wants this artefact all she needs do is find Agatha Brat Tamer and try to take it back."

Wolffang a crying mess with a crimson butt,bruises beginning to appear on her sore butt cheeks, jumps up and runs away rubbing her sore butt as she goes hoping to escape the dwarves. As she runs rubbing her sore ass and crying her eyes red and puffy tears flowing continuously she thinks to herself how can she explain this to Dame Athanasia without receiving a much worse punishment.

 

Once Wolffang made sure the angry dwarves had not followed her she began to slow down to a walk rubbing her sore bottom and mumbling to herself trying to think of a way to explain to Dame Athanasia. She had left the mountain pass behind and was now walking through the woods to return to her gangs hideout when she suddenly heard the laugh of a particular werewolf that Wolffang found annoying.

Livonna Grau, still in her human form, approached Wolffang laughing at her bright red and bruised backside saying: "My my my it looks like the little burglar tried to steal the artefact but failed miserably." As Livonna said this she gave Wolffang a mighty smack to her already beaten and battered ass.

"Owwwww! Watch it she-bitch! I'm already sore enough back there. And I didn't fail I got the artefact."

Livonna looked at Wolffang shocked, "Wait really where is it? Let me see? Oh mistress will be so happy." Livonna says impressed that Wolffang had done something right. Then Wolffang began to blush,

"Well I can't show you because someone stole it from me that is why my ass is so sore right now..." Wolffang admits.

Livonna laughed as she smacked Wolffang on her sore ass again.

"So you stole the artefact but let someone steal it from you? Not much of a thief are you? Who stole it? I'll go get it back and I'll make sure Dame Athanasia knows I had to fix your mess!"

Wolffang jumps from the smack to her sore ass. "Oww! Hey I'm still a decent thief! I stole the damn thing from the dwarves, didn't I? It's not my fault that barbarian bitch Agatha Brat Tamer stole it from me. That scar-faced bitch can really dish out a good spanking." As Wolffang finished saying this she began to rub her butt trying to ease the pain of her swollen backside.

Livonna snarled at the name Agatha Brat Tamer replying: "Well I'll go handle this barbarian who gave your ass such a blistering and get the artefact back for Dame Athanasia but I want all the credit since I'm going to be doing the heavy lifting here and fixing your mess."

Wolffang continued to rub her sore ass. "Do as you wish I'll wait here for you then we can go to Dame Athanasia together. And Livonna, please, try to help me convince mistress not to beat me to severely!"

Livonna just smiled as she turned into a wolf and headed out to find Agatha Brat Tamer. She went to the mountain pass and found Agatha's scent and began her hunt for the barbarian who had the dwarven artefact that Dame Athanasia needed. As night came Livonna followed the scent till she came across the campsite of Agatha Brat Tamer who was in her sleeping bag by the campfire. Livonna smiled to herself as she crept into the camp and attacked the woman in the sleeping bag.

Much to Livonna's surprise it was not Agatha in the sleeping bag but a decoy Agatha had made up. Livonna was stunned not believing this could be when suddenly she was being choked by the very powerful arms of Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha had set up the decoy expecting someone to come for the artefact. Agatha' s decoy had worked to perfection as the overconfident Livonna had not expected a trap. Now Agatha had applied a sleeper hold and was pulling with all her strength to cause the werewolf Livonna to pass out.

As Livonna lost consciousness, she began to revert back to her human form much to the delight of Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha found Livonna Grau to be quite beautiful with a bottom just perfect to spank.

Agatha picked up Livonna as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her limp form over to a nearby stump and sat down placing Livonna across her lap then sat waiting for Livonna to regain consciousness.

As Livonna began to stir she was dazed and confused not sure what had happened and surprised to be facing the ground. Livonna then realised that she was laying across someone's lap as she felt Agatha drumming her fingers on her butt.

"Ahh you are awake finally. I'm sorry for the trap I laid, my dear, but as I expected trouble I had to have an advantage and luckily I did you destroyed that decoy easily and I doubt I would have fared much better. So I take it you work with the thief who stole the artefact I now possess?"

Livonna only growls in reply to Agatha's question causing her to laugh. "Ahh a feisty one are you? Well a sore bottom will fix that, then you can tell me why this artefact is so important to this Dame Athanasia, person the little thief told me of."

Agatha then begins to spank Livonna smack after hard smack landing on her bare bottom causing her to squirm. As the spanking continues Agatha begins to ask Livonna some questions. "So how does an orcress and a werewolf come to work together hmm? Tell me, how you two came to work for this Dame Athanasia and why you are stealing for her."

Livonna begins to howl in protest as her bottom begins to redden

"Oww! Stop spanking me you bitchy barbarian. Me and Wolffang have worked with Dame Athanasia for awhile, now we each have our reasons and they are none of your business. Dame Athanasia is a powerful being who you do not want to piss off or steal from."

Agatha raises an eyebrow at this statement from Livonna and picks up her trusty wooden spoon Bottom Burner, given it's name as it was enchanted to make any bottom it was used on to feel like they were set on fire, and begins to spank Livonna with it.

"A powerful being is this Dame Athanasia? Someone I shouldn't piss off? Someone I shouldn't steal from?"

As Agatha asks each question she smacks each of Livonna's sore butt cheeks with Bottom Burner causing Livonna to kick her legs as her ass now feels like it is on fire from the enchantment of the spoon.

As Agatha continues the spanking she says to Livonna: "Luckily she shouldn't be pissed at me but thanking me for correcting her stooges mistakes and I didn't steal anything from Dame Athanasia, I took an artefact stolen by the orcress thief"

Livonna begins to howl louder squirming uncontrollably unable to prevent her legs from kicking as her ass now feels like it is setting inside a bonfire due to the magical properties of Bottom Burner. As Livonna continues to struggle she begins to lose control and begins transforming into a wolf.

Agatha notices a tail begin to grow from Livonna's backside she quickly grabs hold of her tail holding her in place she sets down Bottom Burner and grabs her leather strap Brats Bane, made from the hide of a dragon, and gives Livonna a sadistic smile.

"I have heard rumours, that if a werewolf is in grave distress, they cannot control their ability to transform, but I never thought to experience it in person. Well I'm surely going to cause some distress with Brat's Bane you simple mutt."

Agatha then brings Brat's Bane down repeatedly across Livonna's ass which was now bright red and feels as if it is engulfed in flames. Six blows Agatha gives Livonna each harder than the last. As the last lash of the strap connects Agatha releases Livonna from her lap who finishes transforming into a wolf and runs into the woods howling.

Agatha yelled taunting y after Livonna "Tell your Dame Athanasia, I do not care how powerful she is, I am not afraid. If she wants the same treatment I gave you and the little orcress thief then tell her to dare try and take this artefact away from the mighty Agatha Brat Tamer!"

Livonna ran through the woods hearing the challenging call she runs to where she knows a pond to be and sticks her backside in the pond to try and ease the inferno she feels on her ass. After staying at the pond for an hour Livonna returns to her human form and returns to Wolffang her eyes red and puffy and rubbing her sore beaten ass which was bright red and beginning to bruise.

When Wolffang saw Livonna she snickers and says: "So I take it you didn't retrieve the artefact?"

Livonna simply glares at Wolffang before they both begin the trip to their hideout to explain what happened to Dame Athanasia.

As Wolffang and Livonna approach the hideout they see Kajira waiting on them smiling.

"It seems you two bird brains have let Dame Athanasia down she has heard how you stole the artefact only to have it stolen from you, Wolffang. She also heard how you claimed you would retrieve the artefact but failed, Livonna. And since you two chose to try and steal the artefact without making a plan with her, your plans to get a reward have backfired, and when Dame Athanasia returns from dealing with this barbarian Agatha Brat Tamer, she plans to give you both a punishment and has instructed me to make sure you both remain here and prepare you for your upcoming punishment."

As Kajira says this she smiles and Wolffang and Livonna cry not sure if they will be able to handle a punishment from their mistress.

 

The howling of the werewolf could still be heard in the distance, when a pair of a glowing red eyes suddenly sparked in the bushes right behind Agatha's back. And while the barbarian woman was laughing at the spanked werewolf, a menacing figure with a pale white skin and raven haired beauty noiselessly appeared from the night shadows. In the blink of an eye she was already close to the barbarian. Her needle-like teeth pierced the woman's neck.

"So, you wanted to see Dame Athanasia in person, Agatha so called brat tamer, I suppose?" the raven haired woman laughed "Be careful, what do you wish for! Because here I am! And you have something, that belongs to me!" she smiled sinisterly, releasing Agatha.

The barbarian turned to the vampire, feeling, how some supernatural force makes her unable to resist the creature of the night's will. She was still able to argue with the vampire, but had no power to protect herself. "It belongs to the dwarves, no to you, bloodsucker!" she spat out.

The vampiress laughed louder and sat on a log, placing her opponent over her knees. "Well, well, well. I need to admit, I'm much appreciated, how you punished my useless minions for their failures, but it doesn't change the fact, that you dared to spoil my plans. And even while I am appreciated to you, no one have a right to punish my girls, except me or someone I allow to do that! And I don't remember, if I allowed you to punish any of my maids." she bared Agatha's bottom and opened her travel bag. "It looks like this is the artefact I am looking for. Thank you for keeping it for me!" Dame Athanasia took the artefact and hidden it into her own travel bag, before continued checking Agatha's goods. "Oh! It looks like I have here all I need to teach one overweening young woman a good lesson!" she smiled, raising Agatha's own hairbrush, Tear Bringer. "I wonder, if you ever felt all these nice things over this muscular ass of yours, Agatha! And, anyway, I'm happy to oblige!" she laughed sinisterly, before heavily landing the hairbrush on her owner's bottom for the first time. Agatha clenched her teeth. Her bottom was familiar with this hairbrush very well, since once it belonged to her mother, who was a very strict woman. But even she never spanked her this hard, so it didn't take much time from Dame Athanasia to make Agatha Brat Tamer to squirm over her lap, furiously kicking and crying out loud at each smack of the brush landing on her buttocks which turned bright pink quite quickly.

Suddenly Dame Athanasia stopped and rubbed Agatha's hot and already quite sore buttocks, slightly scratching them with her long sharp nails.

"I guess, since I want to check all these beautiful things this night, I need to switch to the next one," she giggled. "I don't want to broke you completely, so called 'Brat Tamer', but just teach you a lesson. So the spoon next, I guess!" she giggled some more, before raising the wooden spoon, Bottom Burner, aiming to Agatha's sit-spots. Even she was quite surprised, when these strokes made the woman scream out loud like she was a student of some Institute for Noble Maidens but not a barbarian warrior. "I guess it is enchanted, isn't it?" the vampiress smirked "Well, it looks like you're now taking your own medicine literally, Agatha. And hold still! Your behaviour is completely unladylike! Maybe this paddle will fix that?" she grinned like a pixie, now taking out Butt Bruiser.

The next few minutes seemed like an eternity to Agatha. An eternity of a burning terrible pain in her badly bruised buttocks. But that still wasn't the end, and she knew it. There was another one implement in her travel bag. And she was praying, that Dame Athanasia won't notice it. But the vampiress was observant enough to find it. She smiled dreadfully. "Oh, it looks like this is the thing that made my poor loyal Livonna howling so pitiful!" she turned to Agata's dark red ass covered with many purple bruises and chuckled. "I suppose it will be very unfair to my poor loyal Livonna, if you won't get some taste of this nasty strap yourself. I wonder, where did you get a dragon hide? It is illegal to slay such a rare species, you know? But enough talking, let us finish this!" and, paying no attention to all Agatha's pleading and weeping, she started tanning her already unbearable sore backside with Brat's Bane. She gave her just six strokes, but she made herself sure that those will be the Six of the Best, and then threw the almost passing passing out woman from her lap.

Agatha hardly sat on her hip, carefully rubbing her black and blue butt, weeping and bawling in pain. Dame Athanasia smirked sinisterly. "I hope, you'll learn your lesson, Agatha Tamed Brat, and will never dare to get in my way again. Don't try to hunt me down, if you don't want to get another thrashing. Thank you again for my artefact. And goodbye!" she threw all Agatha's implements to her and vanished in the night shadows, leaving the barbarian woman, who now was nothing more than a weeping mess, laying on the ground, nursing her terrible sore bottom.

The night was already old, when Dame Athanasia finally entered the camp of Blood Moon Gang. She glanced at her comrades and smiled sinisterly and triumphantly, making some accent at Wolffang's and Livonna's still red and sore bottoms. Both girls were still in tears, carefully nursing their badly spanked backsides. Kajira caught vampiress's eye and grinned.

"Just as you told me, milady." she said "I made sure, that these two won't go anyway, until your return."

Dame Athanasia nodded. "Good. So, I got the artefact and tamed the brat, who dared to call herself 'Brat Tamer'. And now it is time to give a valuable lesson to you two, since you both failed me!" the vampiress came closer to the orcess and the she-werewolf. Both girls trembled in fear and wept bitterly.

"But milady, please, that scar-faced bitch spanked us really bad!" Wolffang pleaded. "And I successfully stole that artefact from the dwarves! The only one, who really failed, is her, not me!" she pointed her finger at Livonna.

"Me?! I hunted that barbarian down! I bet my ass, you told her everything about Dame Athanasia, when she gave you that spanking! That's why she knew, that I will come! That's why she set a trap!" Livonna growled angrily.

Dame Athanasia sighed. "Enough! You both failed, and you both know very well that I do not let failures go unpunished." she turned to the witch "Kajira, dear, bring me a switch, please. A good and flexible one! It is time to teach this two useless girls a good lesson!"

Livonna and Wolffang both gulped in fear and covered their already badly sore buttocks with their hands, while Kajira smiled sinisterly, nodding to her mistress...

Part of my collaboration with guybert. His OC Agatha Brat Tamer meets my Blood Moon Gang