The Fox and the Wolf

"OW!!! OWIEE!!! HOWL!!!! EYOOW!!!"

"Howl as much as you want, big bad she-wolf! But I won't stop, until I'll be sure that you are sorry for what you did to my chicken!" thoughts: "Well, I need to admit, that chicken was just delicious!"

Tears Won't Help You!

"AUA!!! AU!!! That hurts! AUA!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Crying won't help you, Belinda! How many times should I remind you, that the money we are saving for the rent are for the rent and not for your silly dresses?!"

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

A Cooking Mishap

Perfect Mess

"AUTSCH!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AUTSCH!!! That stings! AUTSCH!!!"

"I can't believe, you made such a mess, Belinda! I was pretty sure, that our house rules list won't be ever put in action! But looking at this pigsty, I think I need to add some strokes to the list!"

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

Early Morning

There was no denying it, Belinda had screwed up. Big time. Worse than that, she had been caught. That was really the issue. Her roommate Alicia had been waiting for her as she had opened the door to their shared flat, arms crossed over her chest, eyes blazing with anger.

“Well, well,” Alicia had said, “Look what the cat brought in…”

“We are not allowed pets in here, you know that…” Belinda said, trying to deflect with humour as she usually did. It didn’t go well, and Alicia’s glare only intensified.

“Care to explain where you’ve been?” her girlfriend said, icily.

“Just a little walk…” Belinda replied, eyes looking everywhere but at Alicia.

“At two in the morning?” Alicia asked.

“Well… Hum…”

“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” Alicia continued, not bothering to wait for the lie that was sure to come.

“I thought…”

“Yes?”

“I thought you would still be asleep…”

“Oh, so that makes it all right, then, yeah?”

“I just do not want to fight…”

“So maybe, just maybe you should stop lying to me?!” Alicia hissed, trying not to outright yell. As sweet as their elderly neighbours where, she doubted they would take kindly to being woken up in the middle of the night by a shouting match.

“I am sorry…” Belinda said, her cheeks blushing. Shit. She really was sorry, but she knew that it didn’t look that way at all. She hated disappointing Alicia, but she always had had a defiant streak in her.

Alicia extended a hand, palm up. “Give it to me,” she said, and her tone brooked no argument. A pause.

“G-give you what?” Belinda said, innocently.

Alicia flicked her fingers. “Don’t make me ask again, Belinda Krüger…”

Oh god, the full name. Now she felt like she was twelve, being scolded by her parents for yet another bad school report. She sighed.

“Please…” she said, “Just this once…”

“You made a promise, Belinda,” Alicia said, “Hand. It. Over.”

Another sigh, more blushing. Belinda finally reached into her bag and slowly took out a pack of smokes. She held it up for a second, then reluctantly placed it in her very cute, but very irate friend's hand. Alicia curled her lip.

“Well that explains the 10 quid I’m missing from my wallet, doesn’t it…” she said, dismissively.

“But Alicia…”

“No 'but', missy.”

“I just…” Belinda started.

Alicia cut her off; “You just broke your promise, and stole some money from me too…”

“I did not smoke any!” Belinda protested. “I promised I would not smoke anymore, and I did not!”

“So you bought them just to look at the packet?”

There was little to defend, here, really. Belinda knew she was being stubborn, but in for a penny, in for a pound, she might be able to salvage this. Surely…

“Well, no, but… I could have smoked one on the way back and…” she tried to explain, stumbling over her words a little.

“And why didn’t you?” Alicia asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I…”

All right, she hadn’t thought this one ahead, had she…

“Yes?”

“I did not have a lighter,” Belinda confessed, defeated.

Alicia rolled her eyes. “Perfect. Just perfect…”

“Alicia, please…”

“Please what?”

“Do not be angry…”

“Oh, all right then. What should I be?” Alicia asked, not as quiet as before.

“Well… Hum…”

“Tell me how I should feel, Belinda?” Alicia asked again.

Without waiting for an answer, she went to the kitchen bin and slammed the packet of cigarettes down into it. She had her back to Belinda now, and had Belinda looked at her, her anger would still have been plain to see in the tension of her posture, the slight trembling of her arms, the shallowness of her breathing. Belinda would have also thought that she was beautiful in her anger and would have wanted nothing but to hold her tight and tell her how sorry she was, how stupid she felt. She would have begged for another chance and promised to do better.

But Belinda saw nothing, and said nothing, her eyes fixed on the floor. Pride, defiance. She couldn’t help herself.

“Disappointed? Hurt?” Alicia pressed, loud and angry now, “How should I feel?”

“I do not know…” was all that Belinda could say.

“Right, well, I am all of these things” Alicia said, turning around. “Come here.”

“Wh-what for?” Belinda hesitated.

“You made a promise, yes?”

“Yes… I am not deny…”

“And you broke it, yes?”

“Well…”

“Yes or no?”

“… Yes… I broke it…”

“Right. So, I think it’s fair that you should be punished.”

“P-punished?” Belinda said, wide-eyed. She already had suspicious, what is waiting for her.

Sandra pulled a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down. With a finger, she pointed to her lap. “Come here,” she said.

“Is this really that necessary?” Belinda asked. Alicia rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Krüger, I’m telling to come over my lap. Because I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to be sorry. And this is that necessary!” She said the last words with what sounded like absolute certainty.

Fear. Panic. Belinda didn’t know what to say, what to do.

A split second later, Alicia clapped her hands. “I’m waiting, young lady,” she said, “And my patience is running dry.”

Had she just called her young lady? She took one step. Was she really going to spank her? Another step. No… She… She deserved it, didn’t she? But a spanking? Surely, that was ridiculous, she wouldn’t…

And then, she realised that she already was over Alicia’s lap, and her skirt was already being lifted and… oh no.

“Wait!” she said, but the first slap was already falling, and when it connected, her mind went blank. It hurt! Well of course it hurt, but it hurt hurt! And more slaps were already raining down on her barely covered cheeks. Curse these lace panties, and these stupid cigarettes and her stupid promise and…

Sandra’s hand fell harder.

And harder.

And faster.

And it hurt.

And she cried.

And she begged.

And she promised.

And she was forgiven.

Predator and Prey

 

Loud Music - Loud Screams

"Watch carefully, Alicia! You're next! I don't care, is that you or Belinda, who turn music on that loud, but I'll make myself sure, that your screams will be heard by all the neighbors just like that!"

Right to the Bottom of Everything

 

Curiosity Warmed German Girl's Bottom

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! But Erin... AUA!!! ...but I said, I am sorry! AUTSCH!!!"

"Not sorry enough, Krüger! Why the Hell did you snoop through my diary?!"

"AUTSCH!!! I just thought... AUTSCH!!! I was bored... AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! Please, stop! AUA!!!"

"Well, curiosity killed a cat a warmed one naughty German girl's bottom, as we can see!"

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

A Tough Day

A tall, buxom blonde looked around in a hugger-mugger, and carefully, trying not to draw any attention, rubbed her plump bottom tightly clad in a pair of a black leather pants. She always liked to wear tight things which accentuated her curves, but not this day. The only reason she had put on these leather pants was that those were the best choice to ride a motorcycle.

Of course, it was not the best day for such a ride, but a bicycle or car would have only been worse. Belinda Krüger rubbed her sore bottom again and sighed. The German blonde had no idea how she would be able to sit down during all her classes that day. All the bruises Madame Beauvoir’s paddle had left on her plump buttocks were terribly sore. Belinda sighed again. The worst thing was that she had no wish to make anyone even suspect that her bottom was aching. Yes, it was only her fault that she and her flatmate Alicia had gotten into such trouble with their landlady.

Slowly, Belinda walked into an auditorium and very carefully sat down at her place, trying not to wince when the burning in her sore buttocks became stronger. Madame Beauvoir’s paddle had been really bad, but that day had gotten much worse. Belinda couldn’t blame Alicia for her ire, since she had brought both of them into trouble. But she really didn’t expect how furious she would be.

***

“Alicia, bitte, I am sorry!” Belinda said, rubbing her sore bottom nervously “Look, if you want to spank me, right now it will be really painful just with your hand!” she gulped.

“Maybe,” the French girl replied, focusing her attention on a clasp-pin with which she was picking the lock on the closet where Madame Beauvoir kept all her dreadful arsenal.

“But I really want to be sure I’ll drive the message home! And since you introduced me to many things about German culture, I want to repay a debt and introduce to you one very important thing from French culture!”

***

Belinda shook her head, trying to focus at the lecture, but every time she was moving even a bit, the sharp pain in her buttocks was making her bite her lips and even more wiggling, trying to find a position, in which she would be able to sit comfortably even a bit.

***

The lock finally gave up, and the closet opened, and both girls gulped again, seeing all Madame Beauvoir’s dreadful arsenal once again.

“I bet, if Frau Beauvoir finds out you picked her closet she will be even more mad, than today…” Belinda trembled.

“Well, I’ll think about that, when she visits us next time…” Alicia grinned, gazing at all the implements in the closet. “And now I need to choose my little assistant for our very long talk!”

***

Belinda noticed some curious and suspecting glances from the students, which were sitting near her, and again tried her best not to wiggle and sniff. She felt like she was sitting on a sizzling hot stove. Or like a cat on a hot tin roof. Or like a dog, who got boiled for howling or barking under a window. And the class was still far from over! And it was just the first one… This day would be very long for sure! Those thoughts and feelings made her focus more on the memories, which were fresh enough, than on the lecture.

***

Alicia finally made her choice. She took the martinet and looked at Belinda. The German sniffed and rubbed her bottom.

“Alice, bitte… Maybe this is not that necessary?” she trembled, looking at her flatmate’s weapon.

“It is!” the French nodded strictly. “When you asked me for help, I gave you a hand. But, since you turned it into nothing more, but a problem for both of us, I guess, I need to give you a hand in some different way!” she growled. “Now take off your pants and panties and stay on all fours! You’d better hurry, or I’ll start adding some extra strokes for every second I’ll wait!”

Belinda mumbled something in German, but looking at martinet in Alicia’s hand she cowardly took off her leggings and panties for the second time that day. But this time, she also lost her heels. So, bared for the waist down, she stood on all fours in front of her flatmate.

Alicia grinned, looking at her already bruised backside. “Well, when I’ll finish with you, you’ll recall this for the rest of the week!” she said and overstepped Belinda, locking her between her legs. “And now I’ll give your fesses a bonne fessée!”

Belinda gulped and closed her eyes, mumbling a prayer. For a few seconds a complete silence filled the room. And then with a whistling sound martinet swished air and with a sound clap it’s lashes landed on a big round German buttock, which was already very tender after the paddling from landlady, with a loud switching sound, and then even more loud girlish howling filled the room.

“AUTSCH!!!! AU!!! AU!!! But Alice! Are we not friends?!” Belinda wept.

“Yes, we are!” Alicia replied in a stern voice “But sometimes being a friend means to be strict!” and she raised her hand again.

The martinet was falling down on Belinda’s sore buttocks again and again, leaving deep red stripes over her buttocks, which were already spotted with some bruises after the paddling. Belinda howled and wept. She kicked her legs, almost falling on the floor, and wagged her bottom, trying to save it from the retribution, but Alicia held her in position strong enough to make her unable to escape.

***

One of Krüger’s usual problems was that she often could easily fall asleep, listening to lectures. But not today. The sharp burning pain in her first paddled and then whipped buttocks was too strong for that. But on the other hand, that pain also made her unable to really listen to the professor.

***

“I just want to make the things clear!” Alicia said, giving a hard, burning stroke to Belinda’s ass at each word “When you’re asking me for any help, I’m expecting that you’ll keep your promises but not to get me into trouble! And I’m also expecting that you’ll be as good as your word!” she raised her voice to talk down Belinda’s crying and howling “And if you’ll behave yourself like an untrustworthy naughty girl, I will treat you like one! Even if that’ll mean that I’ll hide this German ass of yours like there’s no tomorrow!”

And Belinda really felt it like there wouldn’t be any tomorrow. She had ended up like this quite often, and she could say that this was one of the worst that had ever happened to her buttocks. Now she was sorry for all her misdeeds. She wasn’t totally agreeing with Alicia that she deserved such a merciless punishment, but she was ashamed enough to take it from her.

***

Belinda wiggled again, making the students, more of which were watching her mystery distress, then listening to the professor, smirking and giggling. They all were pretty sure of what had happened to naughty blonde, since it was not the first time that she had had some troubles with sitting down during the classes, what she always tried to hide but always not very successfully. Belinda tried to sit on her hip. It helped for some time, but it wasn’t very comfortable, so she had no choice, but to sit on the other.

***

After some minutes, some very painful and humiliating minutes for Belinda, Alicia finally stopped and touched the very sore and very sorry flatmate’s bottom, checking the welts from the martinet.

“Well, I hope you learned your lesson!” she said, giving Belinda a slap with her hand, making the German scream “Now get up!” she continued, and slapped Belinda’s buttocks again.

Belinda jumped up and started the brat war-dance, clutching her burning bottom and howling in pain. Alicia giggled at her flatmate’s discomfort and, after a few minutes, which Belinda spend dancing in pain, caught her by the hand.

“Now you’ll return to the corner and will stay there, until I’ll say, you can leave!” she said and made the tear-stained girl stand in a corner her nose to the wall with her hands on her head.

Belinda whimpered and moaned, feeling totally embarrassed.

***

When the class was finally over, Belinda slowly went out from the auditorium, trying not to pay any attention to any suspicious grins. She followed to the restroom, where she could finally put her too-tight-for-this-day pants down and give some relief to her poor, sore buttocks. She tried to imagine how she would survive all the classes, if even the first one had been such a torture, and burst into tears.

A Visit from the Landlady

The knock on the door was the first indication that the two young students were in trouble. Mme Beauvoir, their landlady, had a very characteristic knock-knock-pause-knock that they had learnt to dread. Alicia looked at Belinda, her German flatmate, with wide eyes.

“Bel?” she asked in French, “You did pay the rent on time, right? Right?”

Belinda didn’t answer. She was blushing, the wheels in her head turning, trying to remember words, trying to form a sentence in French. Nothing came. Alicia put her palm to her forehead and bit her bottom lip.

Knock-knock-pause-knock, the sound came again, a little more forcefully. Clearly, Madame Beauvoir was losing patience. Alicia had a quick glance around to make sure the mess wasn’t too awful, then went to answer the door while Belinda hid some takeaway boxes away and closed the door to her bedroom, where clothes had a tendency to pile up on the floor, unexpectedly. When she came back to the living-room, Alicia was looking down at the floor, blushing hard, and Madame Beauvoir was in the middle of one of her dreaded tirades. Belinda wasn’t sure she understood every word, but she knew that tone, and where it lead. Instinctively, her hand went to her round, shapely bottom, and rubbed.

“Ah! Belinda!” Madame Beauvoir said, in her nasal accent, when she saw the blond girl. She switched to English, “I was saying to Alicia here that again, the rent hasn’t been paid this month! This is completely unacceptable!

“Oui, Madame…” was all that Belinda could say. Alicia said nothing, her eyes still firmly on the polished hardwood floor.

“And that’s after you promised last month that it wouldn’t happen again!”

“Oui, Madame,” Belinda replied with a shameful nod.

“I had warned you last month about what would happen if you were late again… didn’t I?” the landlady asked. Belinda just nodded this time.

Alicia lifted her gaze and looked at her flatmate, equal parts fear and anger.

“You said you would do it on time for sure!” she hissed.

Belinda pouted. She had said it, that was true, and she had meant it too! She had just been… Distracted! There was this cute American boy at University. An exchange student, like her. And the Spanish one as well, plus a couple local French guys who found her accent charming and her ability to drink pint after pint of beer even more so. And… Well, maybe there had been a night or two —or five— at the bar, but that wasn’t so bad, was it? There was plenty of money… Or so she thought. After another fun night out, she had received a text from her bank… Not he good kind of text from the bank —if such a thing existed. She had been too afraid to ask Alicia for money again. Surely, she would find a way to fix it before the rent was due? There was her little job at the boulangerie…

Then Clément had invited her to a party at his place, and she had forgotten all about it. Until now. Time seemed to snap back, and Madame Beauvoir was pointing to the sofa in the living room and saying something in French. She rustled in her little leather handbag and produced a key. Putting the bag down, she walked to the locked closet door at the other end of the lounge, the one that tenants couldn’t open. She unlocked it with a turn of the key. Alicia gasped as she saw the dozen or so implements hanging on the inside of the door. Martinets, belts, leather and hardwood paddle, a crop, a tawse… Belinda wondered whether the strict Madame Beauvoir had been a Dominatrix in a past life, or whether she had had a lot of problem tenants. Either way, she let out a little moan of anguish when the landlady took one of the wooden paddles off its hook and closed the door. The woman’s heels clacked rhythmically on the hardwood floor as she made her way back to them, tapping the paddle ominously in her open left palm.

She barked something in French, and Belinda looked at Alicia in confusion. The red-haired French girl glared. In English, she said “Take your leggings down…”

“Was? Quoi? What?” Belinda stammered. Getting punished was one thing, but surely, not on the bare?

Alicia shook her head and started to undo her jeans. “It’s so unfair!” she hissed again, “I gave you the money!”

“Ja, I know, Alice, I’m sorry…” Belinda said, hesitantly pulling her leggings and underwear down.

“After this, you and I are going to have a talk!” Alicia promised, anger in her voice. Belinda said nothing.

“Mesdemoiselles!” Mme Beauvoir called, “I have other things to do today, so I would advise you to get in position quickly!”

As she said so, she gave the implement cupboard’s door a glance, a promise of what would happen if they didn’t hurry up. Within seconds, the two flatmates were in position over the back of the sofa, their trousers down to their thighs and their round white bottoms up in the air. Alicia was muttering in French, and Belinda wondered how she always ended up in these situations.

Her questions were cut short by the sound of Alicia screaming when the paddle came down on her ass with a loud ‘WHACK!” that she swore made the windows tremble. She looked up behind her and saw the paddle swing down again toward the French girl’s derrière. Alicia screamed again, and again, and again as more swats landed on her tender cheeks. Belinda closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, knowing that she would be next. Then, suddenly, pain exploded in her rear. She opened her eyes wide as tears streamed down her face and she let out a pained cry. Just as with Alicia, Mme Beauvoir poured hard smacks on her bottom, warming it to a burning sear within half a minute. As suddenly as it had started, her torment stopped, and she heard Alicia screaming again. A few moments later, the paddle came back for her, and on and on it went, the two girls taking turns screaming, begging and kicking their legs.

“I will give you until the end of the week to pay your rent, ladies,” the woman was saying. “And I’ll warn you now, next time, my husband will be the one to come — and he’s not as nice as I am… Understood?”

In between sniffles and cries, the girls nodded vigorously and said, “Yes ma’m, sorry ma’m.” The paddle came down again, a dozen smacks each until their bottoms were covered in red, throbbing marks.

Seemingly satisfied, Madame Beauvoir put the paddle down on the sofa. Neither of the girls dared to move. Belinda felt a blissfully fresh hand on her bottom, inspecting the marks. She heard a grunt of satisfaction, and the landlady moved on to Alicia. Belinda heard her gasp. “Well well, Alicia,” Mme Beauvoir said, “It seems you didn’t hate that as much as I thought…” Alice closed her eyes and buried her face in the sofa, blushing as hard as one could. Standing between the two punished girls, the landlady slapped both their bottoms in unison with her open hands. They yelped.

“To the corner, girls!” she announced, and they both got up without protestation. “Take your trousers fully off,” Mme Beauvoir continued. Again, they said nothing, sliding their trousers over their shoes and leaving them on the back of the sofa. They made their way to the corner and Alicia put her hands over her head. Belinda looked back at the landlady, who gave a sharp nod towards the French girl. Belinda put her arm over her head as well.

They heard the sound of the paddle being hooked back in the closet, and the door being locked. Madame Beauvoir walked around the flat, commenting on the mess, the dirty dishes, the recycling that needed to come down. She opened Belinda’s room’s door, and from the gasp, she wasn’t happy about it. Mercifully, she said nothing and carried on. Both girls could feel their bottom burning, and wanted nothing more than to rub it, dance around to ease the pain, but they didn’t dare, for fear more punishment would come their way. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the front door opened and closed.

For a full five minutes, neither of the girls moved, not wanting to tempt fate. Finally, Belinda took a deep breath and looked back.

“I think she’s gone…” she said

“Shhhh!” came the reply, “Don’t!! My butt is bruised enough already…”

They waited another five minutes, just to be on the safe side, then finally put their arms down and rubbed their crimson bottoms with little cried of pain and big sighs of relief.

“I have some lotion in my room if you want,” said Belinda, shyly.

“I think you’ve done enough, quite frankly!” said Alicia.

“Alice, I’m sorry…” the German girl said, biting her lip, “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble…”

“And yet!…”

Belinda said nothing, still rubbing her round bottom.

“What will you do?” she asked, finally.

“About what?”

“Well, you said we would have a talk…”

“Oh!” said Alicia with a grin, “Well, first, I’m going to figure out how to unlock that closet!”

“Ach, Scheiße…” whispered Belinda.

Paying the Rent

 

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

"OUCH!!! My bottom! OW!!!"

"Well, well, well. When I rented my apartments to you two, I supposed that a girls from Europe would be disciplined and punctual enough! And what I got? You overdue rent for the second time! Looking now at your European asses, I need to say, that neither British nor the German girls aren't used for a good old American wooden paddle! But I had enough! If you will overdue payment ever again, I'll paddle you two hard enough to make you remember our meeting for the next month every time you two will try to sit down!"

Nope

“AUA!!!!” Belinda cried out, “AU!!!! Stop!”

“Nope…” said Keisha, her hand coming down once more on Belinda’s bare bottom.

“You made your point!” Belinda cried again.

“Nope…” Keisha said, nonchalantly, landing another hard slap. Belinda’s ass was a deep red by now, and Keisha’s added a few hard slaps to her thighs for good measure.

“Keisha… AUTSCH!!!! Please! Please!”

“I think I’ve told you I would stop once I was happy with your punishment?” Keisha’s hand hurt, but she didn’t let up, spanking her roommate without a pause.

“But surely… AUA!!!! Surely by now…”

“Nope…” The slaps came again and again, hard, strict, painful.

“Keishaaa…”

“That’s my name, yes?” Her hand went down once more, unwavering.

“I’m sorry…”

“There are two things I can’t stand, Belinda…” Keisha said, her hand like that of the law, heavy and punishing.

“Yes?”

“Liars and thieves.” Merciless, she kept landing slap after hard slap on Belinda’s bruised, crimson round cheeks.

“I’ll make it back to you! I’ll buy it all back!”

“I’m sure you will.” She went for the thighs again, making Belinda cried out in pain. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a while, that was a given. Good.

“Keish... AUA!!!! I’m sorryyyy…”

“Yup.” She went from full-palmed hand slaps to dry, quick one with the tip of her fingers. Belinda’s bottom wiggled and bounced as she winced and wiggled, helpless.

“Please stop…”

“Nope…”

 

Overpower

When Belinda asked her roommate Alicia to be more quite and not to disturb her, since she's trying to study before the midterm, the French asked the German not to disturb her Birthday party and found much more weighty argument.

Who's Smarter - Wolf or Fox?

When Vixen suggested her roommate She-Wolf to solve all the the disagreements with the spanking, She-Wolf was quite happy, being sure, that since she's the strongest, she'll be always right...

Borrowed Jewels

"And this necklace too! How many thing did you stole from me?!"

"I stole nothing! Em... I just borrowed them... well... without asking, yes. Sorry!"

"I'm not sure, should I believe you or not... Well, neighbor, since you agreed to take a spanking from me, instead I'm calling police, let's to begin! And when your thievish German ass will be all red and sore, I'll say, if I'll forgive you or not!"

Under One Roof

It was a nice and quiet spring evening.  Sunset was blazing. A young man was going home. Weather was fine, but cool, so he put the hood on his head. He also was hearing a music in earphones, so he didn't notice the danger.

A massive silhouette appeared from an evening shadows. It was a tall, muscular woman, but she had a pair of a wolfish prick-ears, her body was fully covered with a gray wool, her foots and hands were looking more like a paws with a dreadful claws, and her mouth full of wolfish teeth. She was a werewolf! And she went out to hunt her pray!

She was right behind the boy, who still didn't realize, that he's in a trouble. But when she was ready to pounce, a powerful pale hand grabbed her by the by the scruff of the neck.

"What do you think you're doing?!" a tall, slim brunette with a pale skin, dressed like a goth, asked her angrily.

"Hey, it was my supper!" she-werewolf said indignantly.

"What?!" vampiress pulled her by the ear "Are you crazy? Hunting near our home?! Come! We need to talk seriously!"

In spite of she-werewolf's protests, vampiress dragged her home by the ear.

"How many times should I remind you? No howling in city! No hunting in a broad daylight! And especially no assault on our neighbors!" she made she-wolf strip off her raggy jeans and dirty panties, tied her hands behind her back and put her on her knees over the bedside table face to the mirror.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing?!" she-werewolf protested "I was hungry! And it is my nature, after all!"

"Well, if you want to be just a dirty, stupid beast, okay, that's your choice! But don't forget that the usual way to tame such a beast is to tan it's naughty behind!" vampiress replied and placed near she-werewolf a straight razor, a shaving brush and a shaving foam. "And, since I need to tan this naughty woolly ass of yours, I need to bare it first!" with this words vampiress took a shaving brush and started lathering she-werewolf's buttocks, pulling her by her tail. Then she took the razor and shaved she-werewolf's bottom.

She-werewolf whimpered in humiliation, but couldn't do anything, to stop her.

After she-werewolf was prepared yo her punishment, vampiress dragged her by the ear to her bed, sat on it, put she-werewolf over her knee and, holding her by her tail, started the spanking. Vampiress was spanking she-werewolf with her open hand, but her superhuman strength made such a punishment painful enough, so she-werewolf quickly started howling in pain, kicking her legs and scratching the bedclothes with her claws.

"Stupid animal!" vampiress started lecturing her flatmate, giving her a painful spank at each word, which made she-werewolf howl and scream.

*SPANK!!!!* "Remember this finally!" *SMACK!!!*

"OW!!! I am sorry! OUWEE!!!"

*SMACK!!!* "No howling in city!" *SPANK!!!*

"HOWL!!! But I am a she-wolf! OW!!!"

*TWACK!!!* "No hunting near our home!" *SMACK!!!*

"EEYOOW!!! I was hungry! OUWEE!!!"

*SMACK!!!* "Don't you even listen?!" *WACK!!!*

"OUWEE!!! I am sorry! EEYOOW!!!"

*TWACK!!!* "We will hunt!" *SPANK!!!* "But we well start from the distant districts!" *SMACK!!!*

"OOW!!! Please, no more! OUWEE!!!! I will not frighten our neighbors ever again! HOWL!!!"

She-werewolf never even thought, that a hand may bring so big discomfort to a buttocks. She was in pain. She begged vampiress to stop the punishment, but she was merciless.

It took some time, some very uncomfortable and humiliating time for she-werewolf, before vampiress decided, that the punishment is finally over. She pushed down she-werewolf down from her knees and stand up.

"I hope you finally learned your lesson, stupid thing!" vampiress said.

She-werewolf nodded and, sobbing and whimpering, jumped up, starting the brat war dance. She turned her back to the mirror, inspecting her damage. Her shaved bare bottom was red and sore. She-werewolf howled in pain and humiliation. And, since she was looking in the mirror, she didn't realize, that vampiress was still in the room, smirking at her discomfort.

Stereotypes

When Belinda joked about which races are stereotypical better in which kinds of sport, she never thought, that her African American roommate Naomi would be pissed of enough to immediately show the German, who is the Best in spanking in this room

Nuts

Paying the Rent

Belinda and her French friend Alicia were renting an apartments in Paris. Their landlady Madame Gadille was a strict woman. That day she drove over two hours to get to their. When she arrived she caught home only Alicia. The girls were behind on rent for a two weeks. When Alicia told her that they would be able to pay her until next month, Gadille went crazy. She already went through a messy law suit with another tenant in the past, and she didn’t want to do it again. So instead the Frenchwoman gave the French girl a very painful belting and afterwards took all the cash Alicia had in her purse before leaving.

A hour later Belinda came home. Alicia complained her about the belting she received from their landlady and blamed her German friend that it was her fault that they overdue the rent. Belinda laughed and said that she was lucky that she wasn't at home, when Madame Gadille arrived, and mocked Alicia about her pain. Alicia was in really bad mood after a belting she received so she dragged Belinda to the soft sofa, hardly sat down, bared German's bottom and gave her a well deserved spanking with her own hairbrush.

When Alicia was finally satisfied, she released Belinda. The German jumped around for some minutes, dancing the brat war dance. When she finally comforted her sore bottom a bit she turned to her smirking through the tears friend.

"Damn you, Alicia! You walloped me really hard!" she complained "I do not believe that Frau Gadille spanked you worse!"

"Oh, really?!" Alicia respond angrily "Come here, let's check it!"

The both girl came to the mirror and bared their sore bottoms. They had a very unhappy appearance as they gazed at her afflicted backsides.