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”
