The Curse of The She-Werewolf

Livonna finally stopped howling and just lay down, feeling how the raindrops were flow down her wool. She had no idea, where to go or even what to do. So long she was a loyal servant to Dame Athanasia, but now she was free once again, and she had no idea what to do with this freedom. All alone, not need to anyone, betrayed and broken - a lone wolf, but not proud and independent, as they almost always were shown in the old books. She sighed. Long time ago she wasn't Dame Athanasia's lap dog. She was a monster that was hunting in the night. But she wasn't born as a werewolf...

When Livonna was telling her past to Falaen, she didn't lying. Almost. Of course, she didn't tell him many things about herself, but the main part was true - she was raised in a family from a lower-class, so she never had any chance to get a proper education. But she always loved studying even while she had almost no time and money for that.

When she grew up she had no choice but to find any job, so she left her ancestral home and moved to a nearby town, where she became a waitress in a tavern. Almost all the money she was earning again and again went towards food and rent, but she always tried to by a new book, when she had a chance. And one day she spent her money to a book instead from paying her rent in time, hoping that her landlord won't notice that before the weekend, when she was sure she will be able to pay.

At the next morning Livonna was preparing to go to work, when the door of her cheep flat suddenly swung open with a loud crash, and a tall robust man appeared at the threshold.

"Livonna Grau! Where are you planning to go, I wonder?" he shouted. "Did you forgot, what a day was yesterday? If so, I'll be happy to remind you!" he struck a thick leather strap over his palm.

Livonna gulped nervously.

"Oh, master Codogno! Good day!" she curtsy. "No, I didn't forget anything! I just was short on money, so I hoped, that you will give me a little delay. Just three or four days more, and I will pay you for my flat."

Codogno frowned.

"I don't need your stupid excuses! I need my money. And I warned you several times - if you need some delay, warn me in good time! I have every right to throw you out right now!"

Livonna looked at him pleadingly.

"Please, no, master Codogno! I will pay you right at this weekend! I swear!"

Codogno shook his head and took Livonna by her arm.

"You'll pay me right here and now, or you can start looking for a new flat immediately!" he dragged her to the door.

"Please, I am sorry! I will pay you, I promise! I just don't have enough money right now! But I will pay you as soon as I'll have! I promise!"

Codogno dragged the girl out from the flat and stopped, frowning.

"Well, maybe I can give you a little delay."

Livonna sighed in relief. But before she could say anything, Codongo continued: "I will pay me this evening, or I will throw you out. And I don't care, if you have nowhere to go, wench! And right now I'll give you some stimulus not to forget our deal!" he lifted her skirt and raised the strap.

Codongo had a very heavy hand. Livonna was jumping and hopping in place at each stroke of the strap across her bare buttocks, bawling and screaming in pain and desperation. She wanted to run away, but she knew very well, that in this case Codongo surely will just throw all her things out from the flat like a garbage.

"And this will be an example for all of my tenants - if any of you will overdue rent or will try to cheat on it, I will show you no mercy." every his word was followed by a heavy stroke of the strap, making poor Livonna scream and weep in pain. When Codongo finally stopped, she continued jumping and hopping in place, just like she was dancing a kind of war dance, for a few more minutes, rubbing her terrible sore bottom.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! I am sorry, master Codongo! I will pay you this evening! I promise! I swear! Ow! My poor bottom! Boohoo!!!!" Livonna wept bitterly.

Codongo nodded, still frowning.

"And if you won't pay the rent this evening, I'll give you another walloping and throw you out! Is that clear?"

"Crystal clear... Ouch!" Livonna finally stopped her dance of pain and lowered her skirt, still rubbing her bottom.

Codongo nodded and walked away, leaving tearful girl alone.

With a very sore bottom under her skirt and restless restless thoughts in her head Livonna had difficulty remembering customers' orders. Usually she had no troubles with them and was always getting a good tips, but this day she was lucky, that no one wanted to complain. And the worst thing was the fact, that she had almost no chance to get the money she was need so much before the evening. She was almost desperate, but suddenly she got an idea.

A new customer, Reginald Front-de-Bœuf, baron of Finsterwood, ordered "Shadowbanish" one of the most expensive wine the tavern ever got. Livonna went to the wine cellar and pour some wine from a barrel with the wine the baron ordered and some wine from a barrel with one of the most cheap wine in the tavern. She sniffed and tasted from both portions and shrugged.

"I don't seen almost any difference... Maybe the baron also won't notice, if I'll replace the wine he wants with this cheap wine? And then I'll finally get the money I need!" she thought, feeling the jug with the cheap wine.

Livonna put the order in front of the baron and moved to the next customers. Time to time she sneaked a peek at Front-de-Bœuf, but he was just enjoying his meal. The sneaky waitress was almost sure, that her little mischief managed well, but suddenly the baron called for her.

"Excuse me, girl, but what is this?" he asked in annoyed voice, pointing at his goblet.

"'Shadowbanish', milord," Livonna curtsy. "Just as you ordered."

"Don't play games with me, wench!" the baron replied more annoyed. "I know very well, what an excellent taste 'Shadowbanish' has. And this is surely not 'Shadowbanish'! Call the innkeeper! Now! I have few questions for him!"

Of course Livonna's little trickery was quickly found out. Baron of Finsterwood was furious and insisted, that dastard girl should be punished for her villainy. Livonna tried to talk herself out of trouble, saying that she just mixed up the barrels when she was pouring the wine, but nobody listened her. The innkeeper said the bartender to drag the guilty waitress into the cellar, where they striped her out from her clothes and tied her to the barrel with the cheap wine she served to the baron.

Livonna already was punished few times for the bad customer service. Just like all other waitresses. The usual punishment was bare bottom belting from the bartender or the innkeeper himself, but this time he ordered to give her a good dozen with a cat'o'nine tails. And while poor Livonna was bawling and screaming in pain out loud, promising never to shortchange customers again, the innkeeper had a talk with Front-de-Bœuf. The baron made him agree, that after such a insult he has a right no to pay for his meal, and that the dastard waitress should be fired immediately. So right after her whipping, which left almost no untouched place over her buttocks and back, Livonna was threw out from the tavern.

Weeping in pain and despair, Livonna was walking down the street. This surely was the worst day in her life, and she couldn't blame anyone but herself. And the worst part was that she still had no money to pay the rent. Could this day become any worse? Livonna stopped and carefully rubber first her terrible sore bottom and then aching back, sobbing. Suddenly she heard laugh and music. She almost came to a town fair. And that gave the poor girl a new idea.

Trying to act as if nothing had happened, Livonna walked across the fair, looking around carefully. Her new plan was simple - to steal something valuable and then sell it somewhere else. She knew, that would be wrong, but she had no other choice. But luck didn't smile on her. She had stopped in front of many counters, but marketers and customers were watchful enough, so she didn't get any chance to steal anything. Finally Livonna stopped near the stage, where a beautiful Gypsy woman was performing a passionate dance. Livonna noticed, that Gypsy's golden pendant was almost failing from her neck because of a frayed rope at each her move. So she just waited, until the Gypsy moved near her and seized the moment to catch the pendant. Then she slowly turned around and walked away.

The rest of the day Livonna spent trying to sell the stolen pendant. She knew few buyers of stolen goods in the town, but non of them made a bid which was enough for her. She even didn't try to get more money than in she was so terrible need to pay the rent by selling it, which meant that she would starve until she will find a new job. When the first buyer offered her his price for the pendant, which wasn't even a half of the money she need, she refused to sell it and went to another one. And then to another one. And then to another one...

The sun has set. Livonna put the pendant on and sighed, looking at the rising moon. She didn't get the money to pay the rent. And now she had no choice but to return to her flat, which already was no longer hers, get another whipping and become a vagabond. She sighed and turned away from the moon. Suddenly she felt strange. Very strange. She fell on her knees, feeling that something is happening to her body. Something strange. Something weird. She finally could stand up and looked around. Then she screamed out loud. But a wild beast's howl drowned out her scream. The wolf was staying right in front of her in a doorway. It was showing off it's teeth. It's hungry eyes were glowing in the dark. Livonna screamed louder, still hearing a wolfish howling instead of her own voice. She reached her hand out to touch the beast and fell only cold glass under her fingers. Under her wolfish fingers. The only beast there was herself, and she was staying right in front of the closed basement window.

A large grey she-wolf was running across the streets. She had no idea what to do or where to go. All she wanted was just run away. Somewhere far from the town. In the woods, where she would be able to live by herself. Where nobody will find her. She stopped near a house at the end of the street and howled long and hard. First she heard, how the dogs started responding her with the howling from all over the town. Then the window she was standing under suddenly opened and something terrible hot scalded her back, bottom and hind legs. Poor she-wolf howled even louder, now in terrible pain, jumping and hopping around.

"What's the matter, mutt? Don't you like it?" she heard a female voice. "Than go away and never come back if you don't want to get some more!"

Still bawling in pain, she-werewolf ran away in the night.

And while Dame Athanasia and Kajira were talking about the past, sitting in a warm room in front of a fireplace, and Livonna was recalling her own past, lying under the heavy rain in the forest, Wolffang still was walking through the streets under the heavy rain, desperately searching for Livonna. She entered another gateway and stopped in fear. Two young elven women were walking down the street right in front of her. Wolffang held her breath. She would recognise this two any where. Van'Elle and Flavia! Did they finally found her? Or Or did she still have a chance? The orcess tiptoed back through the gateway.

"What was that, Flavia? Did you hear something?" Wolfang heard familiar voice.

"No, Van'Elle... Are you sure, that we will found anyone... Ow! Was is it really that necessary?!"

"Yes, it was! And I will give you a proper spanking, if you will continue this arguing! No go and check that gateway!"

Wolffang decided not to wait. She rushed to her heels without looking back.

The Mummy

     At a archeology dig, just outside of Cairo, Egypt, Professor Greyhare is standing proudly in front of his students. “Tomorrow is the big day, kids, once Dean Foster arrives, we’re going to unseal the entrance to this unknown pharaoh’s tomb. We’ll probably be the first people to set foot in there since 3100 BC. What will we find? Untold riches? Maybe. Invaluable artifacts? I hope so. Let’s all return to our tents, and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow may just be the most exciting day of all of our lives.”

    In her tent, Belinda Kruger, a pretty blue-eyed blonde from Germany was too excited to sleep. Excited but also disappointed. After busting her ass all Summer long, under the blistering hot Egyptian sun, it didn’t seem fair to her, that anything of value found in the pharaoh’s tomb, would belong to the Egyptian government, or would be shipped off to the museum Professor Greyhare belonged to. What would she get for all of her hard labor? A passing grade in her archeology class? When with just one tiny handful of jewels from the pharaoh’s tomb, she could live like a queen for the rest of her life. Belinda slipped out of her tent, keeping to the shadows, and headed towards the pyramid.

    In the morning, once Dean Foster arrived, the archeology expedition headed excitedly to the pharaoh’s tomb. Finding the tomb had been unsealed, the explorers entered the tomb cautiously, and was shocked to find Belinda standing in the corner of the tomb, by the pharaoh’s sarcophagus, bound and gagged with gauze. Her bottom bare, and as red as strawberry wine. Wrote on the wall above her head, written in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs were the words, “This blue-eyed Devil is a thief.”

Belinda Comes out of the Closet

Rita Garcia, thought she heard her hall closet door closing when she entered her apartment. Approaching the closet cautiously, holding the baseball bat she always kept by the front door, in her right hand, she threw the closet door open. To find a young girl hiding in there. The blue-eyed girl was wearing tight blue jeans and a even tighter long sleeved t-shirt, cut low in the front, revealing the deep valley between her snowy white breasts. She had long blonde hair. The girl introduced herself, speaking with a thick German accent, “Guten Morgen, my name is Belinda.”
Rita, waving her bat in the air, shouted, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOSET, BITCH?”
The pretty blonde replied, “I am not a bitch. I’m German. I thought this was the door to your bathroom.”  
“It’s not”, Rita snarled angrily, “How did your get into my apartment. And why are you here?”
“I am …. how you say in Englisch? This apartment building’s new superintendent. I am here to fix your pipes.”, Belinda lied. Belinda thought she was an expert at lying. In fact, she was horrible at it. Lying was why she was due to get another spanking in just a few hours. Last month Carol, the girl who shared her dorm room with her, had returned home late from a fraternity party to find Belinda, sleeping on her stomach, her bottom resembling two overripe tomatoes. When Carol asked Belinda what had happened to her, she was too embarrassed to tell her she had been paddled by a mall security officer for shoplifting, so she lied, and told her, her history professor, Dr. Manning, had told her she was failing his class, but if she would allow him to spank her, he would give her a passing grade.
That lie had spread like wildfire all across the campus. When Dr. Manning finally heard it, that lie became a reality. He had ordered Belinda to join him in his office, where he threatened to have her expelled and returned to Germany if she didn’t return to his office, once a week, before his class for the rest of the semester, where she would be caned, or paddled or strapped with a belt, or .. well, she never knew what punishment he had in store for her, she only knew she would spend the next hour and a half in his class, feeling like she was sitting on a red hot griddle.
Rita knew she was lying now, too. “There’s nothing wrong with my pipes” she told the German brat.
“NEIN? Then I must be in the wrong apartment. Auf Wiedersehen.”, Belinda said as she hurried towards the door.
Noticing for the first time as Belinda rushed past her, the locket, hanging from a golden chain between Belinda’s breasts, Rita stopped her, shouting, “WAIT A MINUTE, that’s MY locket!”
Belinda froze. Fear rising within her. She had been caught stealing many times in the past, with her bottom always paying the price for her thievery. And she was due across Dr. Manning’s lap in just three hours. Could she lie her way out of this predicament?
Thinking fast, Belinda replied, “YOUR necklace. NEIN. My husband gave me this locket. For my birthday.”
Snatching the necklace from Belinda’s neck, Rita showed her the inscription engraved on the back of it, “To Rita From Maria. Love Always.”  
“Oh, you are right then. I … have a necklace just like that one. I … wore mine to work today. And lost it .. here .. in your apartment. When I saw that one, I thought it was mine. I am so sorry. If you find mine, can you send it to me? Danke. I must return to work now.”, Belinda said, inching towards the door, before Rita took her by the hand, and said, “Please don’t go, yet. I have something I want to show you. In my bedroom.”
“Oh, you want to make love to Belinda, yes? I can not blame you. I was voted the most beautiful woman in Berlin last year.  I have made love to many American women. I am what you call a lesbian.” Belinda never told the truth, if she saw a chance to lie instead. She had never been in bed with an American woman before. But the idea intrigued her. It sounded wicked and devilish to her. She loved being naughty.
“Oh, you’re a lesbian? But I thought you just told you were married. To a man?”, Rita said, smiling sexily at Belinda.
DAMN IT! Belinda had forgotten she had told that lie, “ Yes, but he left me … when he caught me in bed with an American woman.”   
“Oh, OK, I’m sorry to hear that.” Rita said, as she led Belinda into her bedroom by her hand. “Here, you undress first. And then I’ll show you MY surprise.”
Belinda felt butterflies dancing in her stomach. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this. But if was better than being arrested. Or spanked. Especially since she was going to be spanked again later tonight. By a man who was an expert at setting a girl’s ass on fire. Belinda stripped slowly, with her back to Rita. Sitting on the bed, Rita watched her closely. Belinda’s big bottom was as white as snow, except for a single pale pink stripe, located where her full bottom curved into her chubby thighs. That was the last fading welt from the six strokes of a cane given to her by Dr Manning the week before.
Turning towards Rita, Belinda said, “Is Belinda not beautiful? Now where is my surprise?”  
Expecting to see Rita undress, she was shocked to see her reach into a drawer of her nightstand and pull out a huge right-angled…
PADDLE! Belinda had heard the song of the paddle played many times on her backside. That concert always left her bottom black and blue. And she still had a appointment with Dr Manning tonight. Belinda knew she needed to escape this trap as quickly as possible. “ This … this is wrong. I am married. To a man. Ja, he left me, but I still love him. I must go.”  
Rita grabbed Belinda by the wrist, telling her firmly, “ The ONLY place you’re going, you little thief, is across my lap.”

Once the wiggling blonde was secured, Rita raised her paddle high above her head telling the trembling German, “I caught you red handed trying to steal my locket. But when you leave this apartment, my pretty little fraulien, that won’t be the only part of you that’s red. Very, very red.”
Twenty minutes later Rita escorted the bawling brat out of her apartment. Belinda was furiously rubbing the seat of her tight jeans, which now felt two sizes too tight, complaining that her ”popo” was on fire. For the first time that day, Rita believed her. her paddle had blistered every inch of Belinda’s plump posterior. Giving Belinda one final hard swat with her heavy paddle, Rita told Belinda, “Bye, Bratty. I hope you enjoyed your visit here today. I sure did.”
Turning to go back into her apartment, Rita saw Angela, her next door neighbor was standing in the hallway. Rita asked the ravishing redhead how long she had been standing there.
“For about ten minutes, “ Angela explained, “I was in my apartment when I heard what sounded like someone being murdered. When I came out here to investigate, it sounded like … you were … spanking someone. Did you just spank that girl?”
“I sure did.” Rita said, with a big smile. “ I caught her in my apartment, trying to rob me. Don’t you think she deserved a spanking for that?”
Angela had to agree with that, that thief may had broken into her apartment next. “Yes. Yes, I do. It sounded like you spanked her really REALLY hard.”
“As hard as I could. With this.” Rita said showing Angela her paddle, “I hope that’ll teach her a lesson, and she’ll be too afraid to ever try to rob anybody else. Well, I worked up quite a sweat spanking that blonde bitch. I better take a shower now.”

The Legend of Sister Blisters. The End

 

The Legend of Sister Blisters. Part 4

The Legend of Sister Blisters. Part 3

 

The Legend of Sister Blisters. Part 2

The Legend of Sister Blisters. Part 1

Greenskin Robbery Gone Wrong

 

It's Always Better to Think Twice

"Oh! Poor Belinda!"

"Well, Melany, I warned her, that it was bad idea to try to steal any fruit from Mrs. Evan's garden..."

Unwelcome Guest Welcoming

"Take this! And this! Oh, I'll show you how to steal my apples! Stop mumbling, I don't care, how many you had took! Rotten she-wolf, and all your wicked kind!"

"C'mon! I'm not a ruthless beast. Would you like a cup of tea? With a cake and jam! Please, take a seat! What's the matter? Don't you want?"

Crime Doesn't Pay

 

More Bad Luck

"Not so fast, mademoiselle Krüger! Did you really thought, that my dear Kelly won't smell you in my bedroom? You'd better give me back my pearls, or you'll face not just a spanking but also the police!"

Private Eye

"I warned you, sugar, I'm the Best private detective in this town! Did you really thought, that I won't find out that stole that diamond yourself and just tried to trick me? You're not the first femme fatale, who leaves my office with a crimson butt!"

Not as Planned

When a French thief entrusted his German partner in crime to distract an Englishman, so he could to crack code to his safe, he forgot to warn her, that the Englishman, as a true gentleman, doesn't like, when the women takes the lead...

The Curse of a Wolfwoman

Belinda was spending her vacation in Romania. After an excursion into medieval castle, the German tourist decided to visit a Gypsy fortuneteller. Carmelita, a young Gypsy woman, was very nice. She gazed into a crystal ball and started the divination. While the Gypsy was spiking about her future, Belinda looked around and saw a pendant on the table. It seemed to be an antique - a silver wolf head on a silver chain. Belinda looked at Carmelita and thought, that she may just take the pendant. After all, she already payed the fortuneteller for the divination, which, of course, was nothing more then a beautiful fantasy. So the German even didn't listen the Gypsy's words. She insensibly took the pendant and hided it into her pocket. Then she waited until the Gypsy finished the divination.

"Thank you!" Belinda said politely "It was very exciting! I will follow your words, Fräulein."

"Be careful with your words and with your actions, Miss!" the fortuneteller said "I see, that you usually prefer to do and only then to think."

"Goodbye!" Belinda smiled and walked away. Right after she went out, she put the pedant on.

In the evening, in her hotel number, Belinda was getting ready to bed. She walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and looked at the mirror.

"Was zum Teufel?!" the German screamed. There was a nightmarish beast, who looked at her from the mirror. It had a wolf's head, but it's face was still very similar to her own. In a few seconds it changed into a beast muzzle. There was a wolfwoman in the bathroom! Belinda wanted to scream but could only howl. It was her. She was this nightmarish creature! Poor girl looked at her hands, which also changed into a paws. She felt, how a bushy tail cut through her skin on her lower back. Then she saw the pendant on her neck. Belinda howled. She was cursed! The pedant was cursed and she shared this curse, when she stole it. And now she had no choice but return to the Gypsy and beg her to break this curse!

Carmelita was getting ready to bed, when someone knocked on her door. The Gypsy shrugged her shoulders and opened the door. She screamed in fear. There was a terrible thing on her doorstep. Her body was human, womanish, fleshy, with a pair of big breasts and plump buttocks, but her legs and arms were covered with a grey wool and looked almost like wolf's paws. But the most terrible was her head. It was a wolf head on a womanish shoulders. Her eyes were an eyes of a beast, but her gaze was human. A frightened human gaze, no beast could have such.

"Please! You must help me!" the creature growled.

"Jesus Christ! Who, the Hell, are you?!" Carmelita gasped.

"My name is Belinda. It was me, who visited you today." the beast said hardly "I stole a pendant from you! And now I turned into this monster! Please, break this curse!" she howled and wept.

"Oh, so that was you!" Carmelita said, looking around "Well, I warned you, that you shouldn't acting before thinking! Now look, what your greed and stupidity made of you!"

"I am sorry for what I had done!" Belinda growled "Please, help me!"

"Well, since this curse is a punishment for you, the only way to break it is to give you a more strict one!" the Gypsy said.

"More strict one?" wolfwoman howled.

"Yes. You're a thief, and the punishment for thievery, which is proven over the centuries, is a good old whipping!" Carmelita said and took lash from the wall. The she pulled she-werewolf by her tail and started the whipping.

Belinda howled in pain and wagged her bottom and even whole body, scratching the carpet in pain, but Carmelita was merciless. The Gypsy wasn't sure if her "cure" will work, but she surely wanted to punish a naughty tourist, who dared to steal from her, thoroughly.

It took all the night to whip the curse out from Belinda. Carmelita thrashed the wolfwoman not just on her plump buttocks, but when there left no intact places, she started whipping her on her back. The Gypsy went to town on the she-werewolf's body. Wolfwoman howled and wept and scratched the carpet with her claws, but all was useless and her torture only continued.

Only when the dawn finally broke, and when Belinda was half-dead from the pain, Carmelita finally stopped the whipping and brought the mirror to the German's face. Belinda looked at it in fear, but saw not a wolf's muzzle, but her own face swollen from tears.

"Do you see, foolish girl?" Carmelita said "It worked! You're a human again! I see, you can't pay me, since you came naked, so take my old dress and leave my house! I won't see you again!" she gave the German a powerful slap with her hand, which made her scream and jump up in pain.

Wasting no time, Belinda put on Carmelita's old dress and ran away, clutching her burning bottom.

It took sometime, until Belinda was able not just to sit down, but even put on any tight clothes again. And even then  it was quite a while before she sat comfortably on anything but the softest of cushions. Her back recovered quickly then her buttocks. She was checking the marks on her body everyday and seeing them surely wasn't pleasurably.

Belinda was spending the weekend in her country house. In the evening she started getting ready to bed, so she walked into the bedroom, took off her clothes and looked at the mirror. Even after a month after her whipping, her plump buttocks were still covered with the stripes. Belinda wept bitterly and turned her back upon the mirror. Suddenly her weep changed into a howl. Belinda turned back at the mirror to saw, how her grumpy face shifting into a wolf's muzzle. The curse wasn't broken.

Nanny Troubles

Belinda was hired as a nanny in a rich Russian family. One day she stole her employer wife's jewels, but got caught red-handed by his son. The German punished the boy, but when he told everything to his parents, they decided, that if the thief don't want to have any deal with the police, she should agree to take the punishment from the boy. And the boy was just happy, when he got a permission to belt his German nanny's ass thoroughly...

All Night Long

"AU!!! When will you... AU!!!! ...finally call the police?! AU!!!"

"Why should I hurry? You didn't perturb the alarm, just my ear. And I can do this all night long!"

"AUA!!! Mein Popo!!!"

Warning

"Miss Krüger, I hired you to cleaning my house, not to picking my pockets! Well, since you agreed to take the punishment from me, instead of calling the police, I need to warn you: if you'll break from position, I'll start your birching right from the beginning, and if you'll break from position more then twice, I'll call the police!"

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!"