Vampire Nightclub

"AROOOOW!!!!"  the howling accompanied by very loud slapping sounds could be heard all  over the block. A few passers-by stopped to look around several  times,trying to figure out, where are strange sounds coming from, but  with no success most of them just shrugged their shoulders and moved on.  Few of them understood, that a plaintive howl was coming right from an  old pub, which had a very ambiguous reputation. There were rumours among  the townsfolk that those pub was nothing more but a gangster den or  something, but many people believed that usual customers there were not  just a regular bandits, but supernatural creatures. And that was another  reason not to try to eavesdrop, what is going on. Especially because  announcement on the door was saying: "Tonight private party, admission  strictly by invitation".

A tall and well-built young  werewolf-woman was howling and bawling in pain, squirming and struggling standing in front of a littler vampire girl on all fours. The vampiress was holding her  surprisingly strong by the scurf of her neck, smacking her plump buttocks repeatedly with all her power.

"So,  flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my  pub?" the vampiress asked, raising her hand for an another stroke. A  bunch of nicely dressed vampires giggled, watching them. This she-wolf  was quite bold in the beginning, after one of the waitress found out,  that she is not a vampire as she tried to pretend. Trying to break out  from the pub, she not just shifted in her wolf-form, but even crashed  few stools, broke some bottles and ruined an old poster with an  autograph of a forgotten jazz singer on it. But the bouncers got her,  and the pub owner decided to teach an unwelcome guest a good lesson herself.

"OWIEEE!!!" the werewolfess wept bitterly, wagging her  terrible sore bottom and kicking her long legs. "Please, just let me go!  OW!!! OW!!!"

"Not before you'll tell me everything I wish to  know!" the vampiress said, giving the she-werewolf few more stinging strokes, making her scream and struggle.

"Okay! OW!!! OUCH!!!  Okay! I am not send by anyone! OWIEEE!!! I swear! OUCH!!!!" the  she-werewolf kicked her legs furiously, squirming and wagging her  terrible sore bottom, trying to make the stinging sensation in her  well-spanked buttocks easy even a bit.

"Bullshit! Tell me the  truth!" the vampiress gave her an especially painful spank, making her  bawl so loud, that all the glasses started cracking. "Oh, it looks like  you're giving me one more reason to tan your fat ass right to bones!  Tell me the truth finally, or I'll spank you into to next week!"

"OWIEEE!!!!  But I'm telling the... EEEYOOOW!!!! I'm promise! I swear! I'm not  lying! I came here by my own! I hoped, if I'll find out something  interesting about these vampires plans, my alpha will promote me in the  pack..." she broke in tears.

"Oh, how sweet! A flea-bitten loser  tried to spy on us just hoping, that it will help her to promote in her  pack of losers! I'm sorry, but it looks like you lose again! Okay, wolfie, I believe you. And the interrogation is over. But now I need to  punish you for this mess in my pub!" the vampiress looked at her customers. "Ladies and gentlemen, how many strokes of my lovely silver paddle deserves this werewolf-bitch for all the damage she had done?  And the first of all - any strokes I already gave her don't count!"

Flea-bitten Loser

"AROOOOW!!!!" the howling accompanied by very loud slapping sounds could be heard all over the block. A few passers-by stopped to look around several times,trying to figure out, where are strange sounds coming from, but with no success most of them just shrugged their shoulders and moved on. Few of them understood, that a plaintive howl was coming right from an old pub, which had a very ambiguous reputation. There were rumours among the townsfolk that those pub was nothing more but a gangster den or something, but many people believed that usual customers there were not just a regular bandits, but supernatural creatures. And that was another reason not to try to eavesdrop, what is going on. Especially because announcement on the door was saying: "Tonight private party, admission strictly by invitation".

A tall and well-built young werewolf-woman was howling and bawling in pain, squirming and struggling over much littler vampire girl knee. The vampiress was holding her surprisingly strong by her tail, smacking her plump buttocks repeatedly by her strong hand.

"So, flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my pub?" the vampiress asked, raising her hand for an another stroke. A bunch of nicely dressed vampires giggled, watching them. This she-wolf was quite bold in the beginning, after one of the waitress found out, that she is not a vampire as she tried to pretend. Trying to break out from the pub, she not just shifted in her wolf-form, but even crashed few stools, broke some bottles and ruined an old poster with an autograph of a forgotten jazz singer on it. But the bouncers got her, and the pub owner decided to teach an unwelcome guest a good lesson herself.

"OWIEEE!!!" the werewolfess wept bitterly, wagging her terrible sore bottom and kicking her long legs. "Please, just let me go! OW!!! OW!!!"

"Not before you'll tell me everything I wish to know!" the vampiress said, giving the she-werewolf few more very painful strokes, making her scream and struggle.

"Okay! OW!!! OUCH!!! Okay! I am not send by anyone! OWIEEE!!! I swear! OUCH!!!!" the she-werewolf kicked her legs furiously, squirming and wagging her terrible sore bottom, trying to make the stinging sensation in her well-spanked buttocks easy even a bit.

"Bullshit! Tell me the truth!" the vampiress gave her an especially painful stroke, making her bawl so loud, that all the glasses started cracking. "Oh, it looks like you're giving me one more reason to spank your fat ass right to bones! Tell me the truth finally, or I'll spank you into to next week!"

"OWIEEE!!!! But I'm telling the... EEEYOOOW!!!! I'm promise! I swear! I'm not lying! I came here by my own! I hoped, if I'll find out something interesting about these vampires plans, my alpha will promote me in the pack..." she broke in tears.

"Oh, how sweet! A flea-bitten loser tried to spy on us just hoping, that it will help her to promote in her pack of losers! I'm sorry, but it looks like you lose again! Okay, wolfie, I believe you. And the interrogation is over. But now I need to punish you for this mess in my pub!" the vampiress looked at her customers. "Ladies and gentlemen, how many strokes of this lovely silver paddle deserves this werewolf-bitch for all the damage she had done? And the first of all - any strokes I already gave her don't count!"

Flea-bitten Loser

"AROOOOW!!!!" the howling accompanied by very loud slapping sounds could be heard all over the block. A few passers-by stopped to look around several times,trying to figure out, where are strange sounds coming from, but with no success most of them just shrugged their shoulders and moved on. Few of them understood, that a plaintive howl was coming right from an old pub, which had a very ambiguous reputation. There were rumours among the townsfolk that those pub was nothing more but a gangster den or something, but many people believed that usual customers there were not just a regular bandits, but supernatural creatures. And that was another reason not to try to eavesdrop, what is going on. Especially because announcement on the door was saying: "Tonight private party, admission strictly by invitation".

A tall and well-built young werewolf-woman was howling and bawling in pain, squirming and struggling over much littler vampire girl knee. The vampiress was holding her surprisingly strong by her tail, smacking her plump buttocks repeatedly with a massive metal paddle, which was literally burning poor wolf-girl's fur and skin - it was made from the silver. The vampiress held the paddle by it's rubber handle, so the hallow metal herself.

"So, flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my pub?" the vampiress asked, raising the paddle for an another stroke. A bunch of nicely dressed vampires giggled, watching them. This she-wolf was quite bold in the beginning, after one of the waitress found out, that she is not a vampire as she tried to pretend. Trying to break out from the pub, she not just shifted in her wolf-form, but even crashed few stools, broke some bottles and ruined an old poster with an autograph of a forgotten jazz singer on it. But the bouncers got her, and the pub owner decided to teach an unwelcome guest a good lesson herself.

"OWIEEE!!!" the werewolfess wept bitterly, wagging her terrible sore bottom and kicking her long legs. "Please, just let me go! OW!!! OW!!!"

"Not before you'll tell me everything I wish to know!" the vampiress said, giving the she-werewolf few more burning strokes, making her scream and struggle.

"Okay! OW!!! OUCH!!! Okay! I am not send by anyone! OWIEEE!!! I swear! OUCH!!!!" the she-werewolf kicked her legs furiously, squirming and wagging her terrible sore bottom, trying to make the stinging sensation in her well-spanked buttocks easy even a bit.

"Bullshit! Tell me the truth!" the vampiress gave her an especially painful stroke, making her bawl so loud, that all the glasses started cracking. "Oh, it looks like you're giving me one more reason to paddle your fat ass right to bones! Tell me the truth finally, or I'll spank you into to next week!"

"OWIEEE!!!! But I'm telling the... EEEYOOOW!!!! I'm promise! I swear! I'm not lying! I came here by my own! I hoped, if I'll find out something interesting about these vampires plans, my alpha will promote me in the pack..." she broke in tears.

"Oh, how sweet! A flea-bitten loser tried to spy on us just hoping, that it will help her to promote in her pack of losers! I'm sorry, but it looks like you lose again! Okay, wolfie, I believe you. And the interrogation is over. But now I need to punish you for this mess in my pub!" the vampiress looked at her customers. "Ladies and gentlemen, how many strokes of this lovely silver paddle deserves this werewolf-bitch for all the damage she had done? And the first of all - any strokes I already gave her don't count!"

Bad Day for Belinda

...After a few hours, and two dozens of broken mugs, spilled coffee, customers getting angry after their orders have been switched or ignored, coffee being too light or too strong, Norris, the owner of the cafe was cringing: it was definitively the worse waitress he ever seen over the last 30 years, To be fair, he couldn’t remember someone being so clumsy in his entire life. It was literally being caught in a comedy movie.

But things finally reached a point of no return after Belinda spilling a mug of coffee over Mrs Anderson’s pants, and bringing her the wrong order three time, already. Mrs Anderson was a regular customer, and she couldn’t believer how bad Belinda was dealing with her, shrugging like it was nothing.

- My pants! My pants are ruined! The stains will never fade away!!

- How well, not a big deal, they were pretty cheap, not even 300£. No need to make a fuss over that!

Mrs Anderson gasped at the statement, looking at the rude girl in disbelief:

- You’re lucky to not be my daughter you would get a good spanking to teach you some manners!

Norris was watching the whole scene from the other side of the counter and couldn’t believe what just happened: that was it and it was time to take action. Moving from the counter he grabbed Belinda by the earlobe, forcing her down over the table.

- I totally agree! She need a good spanking! And she failed to get one from her parents, I’m gonna do the job!

Mrs Anderson grabbed Belinda’s wrists, pinning her down while Norris lifted her skirt:

- And I will gladly help! Allow me to give you a hand!

To Belinda’s shame, her creamy bottom was revealed, revealing at the same time her lack of panties, making her face flushing in red, a colour soon matched by her bottom.

Customers were gobsmacked by the show being put on. None of them stood up for poor Belinda, remembering how poorly she dealt with them before...

A Gentleman and a Waitress

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!! Please, Herr! AUTSCH!!!"

"How dare you to say me, that I'm drinking too much, you, naughty German wench?! I'll teach you how to reprimanding a true British gentleman! And when I'll finish with you, you'll bring me my scotch! Is that clear?!"

"AUTSCH!!! Crystal clear, Herr! AUTSCH!!!"

A Clumsy Waitress

"Autsch! Herr, please! Hör auf, es tut weh! I will bring you another beer! Aah!"

Vampire Night Club

When she-werewolf saw the sign "Vampires only!" over the enter of the night club, she was pretty sure, that no one will notice, who she really is, if she'll keep the human form. But the club's owner had her suspicions and found the way, how to provoke a suspicious customer to reveal her true form. Right after the she-werewolf showed everyone, who she really is, angry vampiress turned her over her knee and gave her a very sound spanking.

Vampire Club

Not long ago, in London, two young ladies, both about 22 years old in appearance, walked into a pub for a few drinks. One of them - slim brunette dressed in gothic style. The other - a plump blonde dressed as a biker. Vampire and werewolf. They came to spend a night, having some fun.

They set at the bar, looked around and saw a handsome fellow. Since they both noticed, how each of them looked at him, they started arguing, which of them will deduce him easily and vampire girl suggested a bet - the one, who'll succeed will give the loser a spanking over her bare bottom. Werewolf-girl agreed and decided to make her try first.

But she acted so unladylike, sitting over guy's table and roughly flirting with him, so he just send her away. The vampire girl acted much more ladylike and polite, which brought her to success.

After she kissed the guy, she returned to her angry and ashamed opponent and showed her own supernatural nature by easily pulling werewolf girl, who also shifted to her true form, over her knee and giving her a very hard spanking right in front of every one.

Clumsy Waitress

"Spilling wine again? I'm not made of Bordeaux, you silly girl!"

"AU!!! But that was not in purpose! AU!!!"

Minx Battle

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

"This pub is mine, Krüger! I hope this time I'll made you to remember this! Go to swindle guys to cocktails somewhere else! When you'll be able to sit at the bar, of course!"

Free Beer

Visiting Great Britain, Belinda was spending much time in local pubs. Once she thought, that she could just leave without payment. Barman caught her right in the doors and made from an impudent German an example what will happen to dishonest customers.

Music Connecting People

“NeuNunDNeUnZig LuFtBaLlons!…”

The shrill voice of an intoxicated Belinda Krüger blared through the bar’s speakers. After the pandemic had ended, the young German blonde had decided that she needed a vacation, and what better vacation than a paradise island, white sandy beaches and happy hour cocktail nights?

She’d packed her bag, mostly bikinis and beach towels, all in the colours of the German flag. She found that it was always a great conversation starter when she was abroad, and she liked meeting new people… even though it often ended up with her bottom a burning, bright red. She didn’t really know why, but it was the way these things went. Thinking about it, she had also packed a few bottles of lotion, just in case…

That night, much to her delight, was Karaoke night at the bar she had found herself frequenting. The place was nice, the drinks cheap and well mixed. There was a stage where concerts, lectures, improv had happened before, and where the singers were that night. Well, singer, singular. With most patrons busy drinking and socialising, she was already on her third song. More than a few drinks in, she had started badly, and it wasn’t getting any better. 

“Auf iHrEm WeG zUm HoRiZOnt!…”

She continued belting out the words, out of tune and slightly behind on the music. In her drunk ears, it sounded perfect, and she bellowed the lyrics in what she thought was a sultry singer’s voice. More and more patrons were looking at her, frowning. Some were shaking their heads, some wincing and covering their ears. Even the barmen and barmaids were rising an eyebrow. With drunk tourists coming around every Karaoke night, they should have been used to it, but she was particularly bad. Belinda turned around and started wiggling her bikini-clad round buttocks while the song played on, oblivious to the increasingly disapproving crowd.

As she was about to start butchering the third verse, a man got up to her. An athletic, mid-thirties guy, he was only wearing knee-long shorts and sandals, with a lei, a flower garland, covering his muscular chest. Not bad looking, Belinda thought, looking over her shoulder as he came closer. Eastern European, maybe? Maybe Russian? In a heavily accented English, he said:

“I think it’s time you stop!”

Definitely Russian. She ignored him and carried on singing and waggling her derrière enticingly. What was he going to do, huh? She laughed and jumbled the next words in the song.

“Hey! Devochka! I’m talking to you!” the man said, and she made a show of ignoring him. The man banged his glass down on a nearby table and leapt on stage, going for her microphone. She splashed the drink she was holding in his face, and it went all over the flower garland. If she was hoping it would stop him, she was very wrong. With a grunt, he grabbed the microphone in one hand and her arm in the other.

“Oh you like singing, da? I have a song for you!”

Frowning, he dragged a stool over with his foot and sat down, still on stage, bringing her down over his knees in one swift movement. The music was still playing.

“Was?” Belinda cried, “What are you doing?! Hör auf! Stop!”

“Nyet!” was the only response as his hand came slamming down on her ass, over the German-coloured bikini bottoms. She yelled, in anger, surprise, and in pain. How dare he! He was ruining the song! In her drunken state, she hadn’t registered yet that everybody in the bar had stopped their conversation and were staring at them.

Slap! Slap! Slap!, the man started smacking her bottom to the rhythm of the song. She could see the metronome on screen counting 193 bpm. A few seconds in and her bottom was already burning. AUTSCH! she yelled, “Stop! Mein Popo!”

“Sing, then, little njémka! What are the lyrics again?”, the Russian man laughed, and he mockingly started singing “Ninety nine red bottoms… Spanked in the summer bar!”

The slap continued, and so did the song, “Ninety-nine slaps of the hand… For a very drunk German!”

Somehow, the bad rhyme worked in his accent. Slap! Slap! Slap!, he didn’t miss a beat. She bit her lip not to cry out in pain. Someone from the public yelled:

“Ninety-nine well spanked buttocks… I like my whisky on the rocks!”

The whole bar erupted in laughter, and tears of pain streamed down Belinda’s cheeks. Her drunken haze was clearing out fast, and her bottom burned with pain. Another patron came to the stage and grabbed the microphone:

“Ninety-nine bad girls in town… Let’s pull her bikini down!” he sang with a grin.

More laughter, and the microphone got passed around as the Russian man grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled them down to her thighs. “Nein! Nein! Das kannst du nicht machen! You can’t!” Belinda yelled, and tried to get them back up, or at least cover herself, but there was nothing she could do and the slaps fell harder on her naked cheeks. Crimson as they were, they were only getting redder by the minute. More people joined in the song:

“Ninety-nine smacks, that’s quite rough… But I don’t think she’s had enough!”

Laughs and appreciative whistling, more hard slaps on her bottom. People were holding their phone up, filming the whole thing. Someone pushed a button on the Karaoke machine and the song started playing again from the start. “Ach du großer Gott!”, Belinda moaned.

“Ninety-nine hard slaps and more… I think she needs an encore!” sang a woman. Slaps hit Belinda’s thighs and made her cry out. She kicked her legs, but it only made her round cheeks wiggle more, much to the delight of the audience. There were cheers and laughs as they bounced and wobbled with each slap, the noise blending with the music.

“Ninety-nine slaps on her butt… That’ll teach that German slut!” sang a young local that she had been flirting with earlier. Again and again, the Russian man’s big hands fell down on her ass. It would be bruised for days, she thought! And she only had bikinis to wear… Even if she went to a different part of the island, there would be no way to hide her shame… And with the videos being filmed, or even livestreamed, even people at home might see… “Ach, scheiße…”, she murmured…

“Ninety-nine smacks on her ass… Serves her well, that cheeky lass!” said an Irishman next, and on and on it went, people having the time of their life while her bottom was thoroughly punished, and her dignity reduced to nothing.

After the song was played a third time, she was sobbing and begging, and the Russian man took pity on her at last. But her ordeal was far from over. Lifting her up, he made her stand on stage, her hands over her head while people came up to take pictures and selfies next to her glowing red bottom. When the bar finally closed , she pulled her bikini bottoms up and ran into the night and to her hotel. Once in her room, she was glad to have packed lotion. Once more, she would have to sleep on her belly. And in her head, she could still hear the song…

“Denkst du vielleicht grad an mich?

Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich…”

Sore Loser

"Aber... Scheiße! Maybe this is not that necessary... Hey!"

"Hold still, Belinda! You said, you'll strip me naked in one round. But who's in her birthday suit now? But after all your attitude this is barely enough! Well, girls, what do you think, what should I do with this naughty German tourist, who thinks she can make fun of a Belgian girl on the Belgian land?"

"Warm her fat German ass good, Mariam!"

"Yes! Tame this Hun!"

"Nein!"

"Too late, Belinda! You'd better bend over the table, because if my friend would need to help you with that, I'll show no mercy to your stupid naughty ass!"

Clumsy Waitress

Clumsy Beer-Maid

"AU!!!"

"Spelling beer on my cocktail dress!"

"AUA!!!"

"Falling your fleshy tits first in my boyfriends face!"

"AUA!!!"

"Clumsy German fool!"

"AUA!!!"

"Doesn't anyone train you for your stupid octoberfest?!"

"AUA!!! I am sorry, Frau!"

"Oh, I will fix all of this!"

"AUA!!! Mein Popo!"

Katzenjammer

"Oh... My head! It feels, like it will blow... AUA!!!Mein Popo! What had happened?! Oh... I surely should not hold such a jubilee for German team winning... But what had happened? Did I got into a trouble with an other team fans?.. Au! Or did a waitress punished me for breaking some dishes in a pub? Or did I got into a trouble with a porter, when I came to the hotel in the morning? AUA!!! Boohoo!!! My poor bottom hurts just like I got that all in one night... Bawl!!!"

Tips

"You dared to serve me a warm beer and then ask for tips?! Take them all!"

Preventive Measures

When Molly saw, how Belinda was flirting with her boyfriend in a pub, she decided, that a public spanking would be the Best way to teach this German hussy a good lesson...

Clumsy Waitress

Maybe there's no reason to cry over a spilled milk but is a reason to cry over a spilled beer

A Bet

Spending her vacation in USA, Belinda visited a local pub. That day German soccer teem met Mexican soccer team, so Belinda wanted to cheer for her team. She looked around and saw a Mexican who came to cheer for her team. The German laughed and came near.

"Hallo!" she said "What do you think, will you find here enough tequila to console yourself, when Mexico will lose? Nice hat, by the way!"

"Be careful with your words, Senorita!" the Mexican said "What about a bet? If Germany'll win, I'll give you my hat..."

"And if Mexico will win you will choose your prize yourself!" Belinda smirked. She didn't doubt, she'll win this bet.

The match had begun. The both girls were shouting, cheering, whistling and even cursing. In the beginning Belinda was relaxed and haughty, but after the first Mexican goal she started loosing her temper. And the fact that the German team didn't respond anyhow, but only loosed some more times, didn't help. When the match was ended, Mexican girl smirked and turned to her German opponent.

"So, Senorita, it looks like I won out bet!" she said "And since you behaved really bad right from the beginning, I think I should give you a well deserved punishment! You said I can choose my prize, and that is it!"

"What do you mean, a punishment?" the German asked nervously.

"I think, I'll give this naughty bottom of yours a good dozen of leather!" the Mexican said, taking off her thin leather belt "Bend over sweety!"

"Nein! No! Are you joking?" Belinda protested, but the all of the customers in the pub shouted that the Mexican girl can took her prize. Belinda tried to struggle, but the barmen made her bend over the counter. The Mexican pulled down Belinda's skirt and panties and raised her hand. Some of the customers started taking the pictures. Belinda shouted in anger and fear, but when the belting had begun, she quickly started bawling in pain.

After Belinda's bottom turned dark red and fully covered with the welts, the Mexican finally stopped.

"I hope here's enough beer for you to console yourself, Senorita!" she grinned and walked away.

Belinda wept in pain and humiliation. She really ordered two mugs of beer, but not to drink them.