In Pennies

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!!"

"Hold still, Miss! It's in your own interests, if nobody here will know about our little deal, isn't it?"

"AUA!!! Yes... AU!!! It is... AUTSCH!!!!"

"Are you still thinking that it is a good idea to rummage through other people's things a good one, Miss?"

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! Nein! AUTSCH!!! No! AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUA!!!"

"Good! But I'm sure your fat German ass can take as much, as you tried to steal from me! In pennies!"

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! AUA!!! AU!!!!"

"And this is for..."

Annabella and the Witch

    Hearing what sounded like someone being spanked, apparently mercilessly, based on the victim’s squeals of pain, Izzy, a bat as white as a unicorn’s mane, knew his mistress must be “visiting” her maids’ quarters. Flying there, he found his mistress, Vonda Von Hoven, a ravishing witch with locks as black as sin and bewitching violet eyes, with her newest maid, Annabella, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde, laying across her lap. Annabella’s big, beautiful bottom was bare, and was currently Izzy’s favorite color, blood red.

   “Ah, a job well done, my mistress. That pretty maid must feel like she’s sitting on red hot coals.”, the bat squeaked.

   Resting her right hand on Annabella’s plump posterior, Vonda had to agree with the bat’s assessment, her subordinate’s bottom was blazing hot. But not nearly hot enough to suit Vonda. Oh no, not yet. Giving Izzy a angry look, the devil dancing in her eyes, the witch snarled, “You know I hate to be interrupted when I’m disciplining a naughty maid. Do you wish to be next?”

   Having felt his mistress’s heavy hand before, fear gripped the little bat’s heart. He hoped the news he flew there to tell her, would ease her ire. “Please forgive me, my mistress. But I saw a werewolf, hunting on your lands.”

   Since the night a starving werewolf had killed one of her prized peacocks, Vonda had vowed to punish, most brutally, any werewolf who dared to set a paw on the Von Hoven Estate. “Damn dirty devils! Sorry, Annabella, I must cut your spanking short. But don’t worry, I believe I still have time to give you the caning I promised you. Please be a dear and hop off of my lap and bend over. And remember, I warned you what would happen if you dared to touch your bottom before I  give you my permission to do so.”

   Once the weeping wreck of a girl was in position, Vonda’s cane gave Annabella’s boiling bottom six fiery kisses, causing wicked welts to spring forth, like tiny ridges raising out of a sea of red hot hot lava. Vonda had placed the final three strokes across the bottom of the blonde’s swollen butt cheeks, assuring Annabella would be in excruciating pain every time she attempted to sit down for the rest of the week, knowing full well, she would be assigning the maid’s chores that would require her to do just that.

   Admiring her handiwork, the witch told her maid, “And that, young lady, is what happens to disobedience maids, who go into rooms I’ve warned you, you were  forbidden to enter. Did this … discussion convince you I was serious when I gave you that order, or do I have to continue this lesson when I return?”

   Annabella, mascara streaming down her pretty face, shouted, “ Yes, Mistress Von Hoven, I understand. I’ll never, never disobey you again!” Men were forever finding reasons to spank Annabella’s big bottom. Lawmen and highway men, priests and sinners, judges and scallywags , but no one had ever spanked her as throughly as Vonda Von Hoven. Her magic right hand had left Annabella’s ample ass-cheeks sizzling, and as red as Eve’s apple. And the six stories of her cane that followed the spanking, had only added fuel to the fires already raging all across her burning bottom.

  Please with Annabella’s response, Vonda gave her permission to rise. Amused, the bat and the witch both watched Annabella dance about her bedroom, like a voodoo priestess trying to summon a loa, with her hands plastered to her head, like Vonda had instructed her to. But when Annabella saw Vonda turn her back to her, to ask her familiar for directions to where he had seen the trespassing werewolf, the urge to rub her bottom was too great for her, and she risked a quick rub.

    But she wasn’t quick enough, Vonda’s witchy ways alerted her to her maid’s disobedience, and she caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. Or, to be more exact, with her trembling hand on her deep red and roasting rear. 

     “I warned you, Annabella, what would happen if you rubbed your bottom before I gave you permission to, so I can only assume, you’re hungry for another spanking. Well, I’m sorry, my sweet, I must fly. But fear not, Izzy will be more than happy to give you your heart’s desire.”

    Annabella was relieved to hear that turn of events. She never wanted to feel Vonda’s hand on her bottom again. Especially as sore as she was right now. But spanked by a wee bat? How bad could that be? The flapping of his tiny wings may even create a cooling breeze that would help to fan out the flames dancing all across her derrière.

    Annabella’s relief was short lived, as she watched the Von Hoven witch recite a weird incantation, in some long dead tongue, and watched Izzy transform into some unholy union of man and bat. He stood over six feet tall, as pale as the driven snow with eyes as red as Annabella’s ass, and huge wings like some sort of demon. He smiled at Annabella sinisterly, revealing long sharp fangs. But what sent a chill down Annabella’s spine, all of the way down to her burning bottom, was the bat creature’s powerful arms …

    And his big strong hands.

To be continued...

Who spanked Fraülein Krüger?

The Fate

"Mein Gott! Maybe this is not that necessary, Frau Jones?"

"Shut up, bare that fat German ass of yours and bend over, Miss Krüger! This vase survived two World Wars not to just be crushed by a clumsy foolish maid! A lesson in accuracy is very necessary for you!"

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! But maybe that was a fate of this vase to be... AUTSCH!!!"

"Maybe that was the fate of your fat butt to be bruised by this bath brush!"

Lazy Hotel Maid

"AUA!!! Mein Popo! AU!!!"

"And you dare yo call this the 'room service'?! I expected the bed maid and the floor cleaned, not to find the hotel maid sleeping in my bed! So, shut the fuck up and take this, unless you want me to tell everything to your manager!"

Maid's Woe

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!! Mein arme Popo! AUA!!!! AUTSCH!!!"

"I don't know, how is it with this in Germany, but here in Great Britain you can lay in bed only if you're wearing your pyjamas and the bed is spread out! And of course as a maid in my mansion you should doing house chores, not laying in bed in the middle of the day! But don't worry! I'm sure some freshly cane stripes across this fat German butt of yours will teach you a good lesson!"

"AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUA!!! This will not happen again! AUTSCH!!! That stings! AUA!!!"

Manual Restoring of Domestic Order

Whoops? WHOOSH!!!

"Whoops!.."

"You're about to feel 'WHOOSH'."

"What..."

*WHOOSH!!!*

"AUTSCH!!!"

"...did I say..."

*WHOOSH!!!*

"AUA!!!"

"...about swearing at me, girl?"

*WHOOSH!!!*

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!"

 *WHOOSH!!!*

"AUA!!!"

*WHOOSH!!!*

"AUTSCH!!!*

"AUTSCH!!! Please, no more! AUTSCH!!!!"

Maid in Trouble

"But Frau Jonson, maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Well, well, well, Miss Krüger, remind me please, where had I caught you red-handed today? You'd better to thank me for just paddling your naughty German ass and not just throw you away!"

Swinging a Maid

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

"I see, you like swinging, Miss Krüger, don't you? Of course, it's much more fun then doing your chores, cleaning my house! Okay, feel free to swing as long, as you want! And I'll be happy to happy you to swing again and again!"

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

The Trick Worked Well!

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Frau Cooper, please... AUA!!!"

"Hold still, Krüger! I'll teach you, what happens to clumsy German maids in my house!"

*thoughts* "Hehe! I didn't expected that mommy will use the whip for that broken vase, but Belinda surely deserve this for not allowing me go out with my friend last night!"

Picnic al Fresco

"But Madeleine, maybe it was not that necessary to punish these poor girl right here and now?"

"Oh, my sweet Clotilda, you're so naive! Servants should know their places! And if my new maids are spoiling such a beautiful landscape with their clumsiness, my butler will introduce their German butts to perfect British birches here and now! Go ahead, Jeeves! Give Greta and Helga a proper British punishment!"

Speed-Up

"Boohoo! But this is ridiculous! Your guests will come momently, and you are making me cleaning looking up like this!"

"If you wasn't so slow with the cleaning, I didn't need to make you hurry up! And you'd better work faster, if you don't want to make my guests see this freshly striped fat lazy German ass of yours!"

Unread Contract

"So I guess you never read your contract either?"

"Of course not, I don't have time for that! Those things are super long and boring!"

Lease

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! But you are just a maid! AUTSCH!!! You should obey me! AUTSCH!!!"

"Yes, when Sir Baskerville rent his mansion and his garden out, my services were included. But the rules, he set, are still remaining in force! And I'm here not just to serve you, but also to supervises them being enforced! So, yes, you're in charge here, Miss Krüger, but I'll teach you not to rule the roost!"

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!!"

 

Cruel Girl

"Whoops! Young Fräulein, what are you doing?!"

"Wow! Looks quite painful! I like, how my daddy painted your fat backside! And I wonder, how sore and swollen would it be, if I'll crush his crystal ashtray and say, that it was your fault?"

Hard Choice

*thoughts*

"Ugh! That stings! How humiliating - being spanked by almost a child! Ugh! Oh! But if I will try to dispute, she will just sold her parents a pack of lies. And whom they will trust? Their own beloved daughter? Or an immigrant maid from Germany? AU!!! Well, at least in her father's hand this martinet stings much worse! AUA!!!"

Last Chance

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

"So, mademoiselle Krüger, this is how I estimate you working performance! It's just awful! First I thought to sack you and sent you back to Germany, but I decided to give you the last chance! And you'd better not to waste it!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!!"

 

The Cat

 “Unacceptable!” Madame Clairmont muttered as her hand came down on her maid’s already reddened bottom.

“Just unacceptable!” she said again, her ire making her slaps all the harder.

“Nein! Madame, please!” Belinda pleaded, tears rolling down her blushing cheeks.

The stern older woman kept repeating the same word, like a mantra, marking every syllable with a heavy slap.

“Un- *SMACK!* ac- *SMACK!* cept- *SMACK!* ta- *SMACK!* ble!”

Older or not, Madame’s hand didn’t seem to tire, and Belinda kept clenching and unclenching her buttocks, moaning in pain, begging for mercy.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* it continued.

It had all started when Madame Clairmont had left that morning, leaving Belinda, her German maid, to do her usual cleaning of the house. As she did every morning, Belinda had opened the windows to let the fresh morning air in. Suddenly, a cat had jumped through the window, and proceeded to run straight for the kitchen. “Was zur Hölle!” exclaimed the young, surprised Belinda, and she ran after it.  As she did so, her feather-duster hit Madame’s jewellery stand and the precious earrings and necklaces fell on the floor. As she paused to try and pick some off the floor, she heard a loud crash in the living room. She hurried herself there, only to find a vase in pieces on the floor. Oh Scheiße… she thought and went after the cat.

It had reached the kitchen, making straight for the work surface where food lay, ready to be prepared. The fresh fish seemed to be of particular interest to the kitty, and, having grabbed one, it jumped back towards the living room, passing between Belinda’s legs. She turned around only to see the cat dragging the wet, smelly fish all over the dense, expensive carpet. Ach du heilige Scheiße!

“Komm hierher!” she called the cat, who let the fish fall down on the carpet in a wet splosh to meow at her. Just as she thought she might catch the elusive intruder, it run away again, and in her hurry, Belinda slipped on the fish. She fell down and crashed into the coffee table, sending the ashtray that was on it to the ground. Of course, she hadn’t emptied it yet. Madame tended to smoke a few cigarettes in the morning, she knew. It was now all over the fishy carpet. Das kann doch nicht wahr sein!!!

The accursed Katze meowed again, as if mocking her, and she got up, her vengeful feather-duster held high. Finally, she managed to chase the cat out the window it had come in. As she caught her breath, trying to process what had just happened, she heard the unmistakable click of the front door opening. She closed her eyes. Surely, this was all a bad dream.

“OH MON DIEU!” she heard Madame Clairmont say, and then a loud “BELINDA!”

Before she could offer an explanation, stammering as she was in a mix of German and French, Madame had pulled her over her lap, pulled her skirt up and started raining hard slaps on her quivering bottom. The small thong that she was wearing didn’t afford her any protection, and she felt Madame’s anger in full. “Unacceptable, Belinda,” Madame Clairmont was saying in her thick French accent, “Totally unacceptable!”

And the slaps came, and came, and came again. Belinda was crying, begging, still trying to explain what had happened as her bottom turned from pink to red to dark, throbbing crimson. As more slaps came down, she could swear she heard a mocking meow in the background.