Naughty Werewolves Get Spanked!

  Snowstorm, a white she-wolf, with fiery red hair and golden eyes, was dancing in the moonlight. Not because she was happy. No, quite the opposite. She was dancing because her hair wasn’t the only part of her currently as red as fire. And just as hot. Her bottom was crisscrossed with thin, stinging welts. 
   Beside her, her sister, Midnight, a werewolf as black as sin, but also with crimson locks and golden eyes, was doing a similar dance. For the same reason. The two wolf- girls were both hopping from paw to paw, howling at the moon, their hands gently massaging their boiling hot bottoms.
   Watching them was Lord Lobo, the leader of their pack. He sat on a fallen log, the log the wild girls were just bent across. In his hand was a bundle of switches. On his handsome face, he wore a smile, revealing his razor sharp fangs. He hated punishing the two sisters, but watching them dance after a good dose of “the fire sticks” always made him smile.
  He spoke harshly to the twins, “Girls, I’m sorry I had to punish you so severely, but you know the rules of our pack, any member of my tribe, that raises a paw against another member, must be disciplined. I hope this will be the last time I ever catch you fighting. Now, return to our den, and stay there until I give you permission to leave. The night is getting late and I must go hunting. Hopefully your howls didn’t scare off all of the prey for miles around. If you did, and I return empty handed, you’ll both be cutting me another bundle of switches. NOW, GO HOME AND STAY THERE, with your naughty noses facing the cave wall until I return.” With that, he vanished into the woods like a shadow.
   The twins started their long trek home, walking slowly and stiffly, each step causing a fresh wave of scalding hot heat to flare up across their well roasted rears. Snowstorm, carefully tracing the multitude of welts now decorating her derrière, thought back on the reason she was fighting with her sister, relieved that Lord Lobo hadn’t asked them what started their brawl. Snowstorm’s cheeks burned as hotly as her blistered bottom, thinking of the reason why. Unbeknownst to him, both of the sisters were in love with him. Madly in love. And for reasons she couldn’t understand, thinking about Lord Lobo scorching her backside, made her love him even more.

A Lesson in Mindfulness

 Dame Athanasia and the her gang were at their hideout discussing the plans to build the air ship
they needed to move onto to a new land with many opportunities for them to better themselves
and live a better life. The vampiress was discussing how important it was for the two to gather
all the required materials they needed to build the air ship.
“Now girls when you acquire the materials it is important that you don't forget anything,
especially the tools we need. Kajira may be a powerful sorceress but she can't build this thing
from scratch with out tools and materials. Are you two even listening?”
As Dame Athanasia was speaking she noticed Wolffang the orcress twirling her hair staring at
the ground and Livonna the werewolf was drumming her fingers on the table so the vampiress
slams her fist in the table to see if they had heard her.
“Yes mistress, we know what to do. We will get all the materials and tools we need. You have
gone over this hundreds of times in the last few days.”
Both replied in a petulant voice as if insulted by her question. Dame Athanasia raises an
eyebrow and smiles wickedly.
“Well that is good girls. I'm glad to hear that you have both been listening intently to my
instructions and know everything we need because tonight is the night you will both gather the
materials and Gods help you if you fail because I will not be lenient. This is the greatest
opportunity we have ever had and I will not accept failure.”
The orcress and werewolf audibly gulp as they really weren't sure exactly what all they
needed, as they hadn't really listened to Dame Athanasia explain everything. However they
knew if they admitted this to their mistress she would punish them severely. They sat there
racking their brains trying to recall everything needed. Kajira, knowing these two probably had
not listened and definitely didn't know what to do made a suggestion.
“Livonna, Wolffang, if you'd like I could go over everything we need again one last time.”
The witch was trying to offer them an out, the opportunity to make sure they don't forget
anything. But were the two grateful or did they take advantage of this kind gesture? No the
stubborn pair simply roll their eyes and scoff.
“Why would we need to do that witch? Our mistress has already told us everything we need,”
Livonna said growling and baring her fangs.
Wolffang chimes in, “Yeah what do you think we are stupid or something? We always pay
attention to Mistress Athanasia.”
Kijara simply shrugs her shoulders and smirks.
“Suit yourselves just don't screw this up.”
Dame Athanasia watches the exchange smiling as Wolffang and Livonna claim to remember
everything on the list. A short while later Dame Athanasia goes inside their hideout leaving her
three henchwomen alone. The second she is out of hearing range Livonna and Wolffang sidle
up to Kijara pleading expressions on their face.
“Kajira please, will you let us look at that list?”Livonna begs.
“We couldn't admit that we had no clue what was needed in front of Dame Athanasia, she
would have beaten us severely,” Wolffang whines.
The witch looks between the two then throws her head back laughing hysterically.
“Oh that is rich. I give you two ungrateful bimbos a chance to look at the list, without letting on
you didn't have a clue what you needed. An opportunity to actually show you are responsible
and listen to your mistress and what do you two do? You show insolence and give me attitude,
and now you want my help? No, no, no, my poor friends, you are on your own and when you fail
I hope Dame Athanasia allows me to watch your punishment.”
Kajira then walks away still laughing leaving the pair to sit there and think of how horrible a
mistake they made. They misjudged the offer Kajira had made thinking it would anger their
mistress that they had to study the list, they never thought of the possibility that double checking
the list would show their dedication to the mission.
As night falls the two set out to the nearby villages. The two are clearly nervous wishing they
had paid more attention and definitely wish they had taken another look at the list of items they
needed. It didn't take long for the two to start bickering.
“Ok orc I'll steal tools and iron from the blacksmith while you steal wood from the carpenter.”
Wolffang looks at Livonna as if she is insane.
“ Oh and I suppose you know how to build the frame? Or perhaps how to run a forge to make
the iron usable to build our flying airship? Let's face it Livonna we really screwed up and it's all
your fault!”
Livonna turns and bares her fangs growling.
“My fault? You were the one who insulted Kajira! So if it anyone is to blame it is you.”
Wolffang pushes Livonna out of frustration.
“No you didn't pay attention when she was telling us everything we needed. Huffing and
sighing scratching your ears like a mutt with fleas, it distracted me from listening.”
Livonna then tackles Wolffang pinning her to the ground growling.
“Even if you had heard what she said you wouldn't have understood a word she said or would
have simply forgotten so stop complaining and let's try to make the best of this. Maybe we will
get lucky and actually get the materials. The orcress glares at Livonna before responding.
“Fine I'll get the wood, you get the tools and iron. Then we can figure out what else we need.”
The two then continue on into the village Livonna going to the blacksmith's shop and Wolffang to
the carpenter’s shop. Upon arriving the first thing Livonna notices is the blacksmith shop and
forge room are completely bare. Not a single piece of iron, not even the anvil or forge. It's as if
he has moved his shop somewhere else. She is completely stupified unsure what to do.
At the carpenter’s business Wolffang makes the same discovery, no wood, no tools, not a
single thing of use is there. She becomes worried and hurries to find Livonna.
The two meet and look at each other wide eyed as they realize neither as anything with them.
The two begin to panic.
“What are we to do Livonna? How can we go back empty handed?” Wolffang asks on the verge
of tears.
Livonna tries to calm her down by replying, “Wolffang stay calm. Our mistress will not punish us
for trying to get the materials. We cannot help that the materials are gone. Surely she will
understand.”
Her words calm down Wolffang and the two begin the slow walk back to their hideout. They
were disheartened at not securing the materials needed but also hopeful, as surely they could
not be blamed could they? When the two arrived back at the hideout they were completely
shocked at what they witnessed.
The blacksmith and carpenter were there! They had all their tools and the materials needed to
build the airship and were fast at work building it, already the frame was built and now they were
focusing on completing the air ship.Dame Athanasia and Kajira were standing back watching.
When they noticed that Livonna and Wolffang had returned the two smiled wickedly.
“Well now where have you two been? Did you get the materials?” When the pair looked at her
dumbstruck Dame Athanasia sighed.
“It seems that you failed in the mission you were sent on.” Dame Athanasia says coldly.
Livona looks to her mistress confused.
“But…they are here…why did you send us when you already had the materials on the way?”
Wolffang crossed her arms and pouts.
“We didn't fail if the materials are here, even if we didn't bring them.”
Dame Athanasia raises an eyebrow at the comments made by both.
“What are you two on about? Of course the blacksmith and carpenter are here to build our
magnificent air ship but we need the enchanted crystals which will allow it to fly.”
Livonna and Wolffang looked at each other wide eyed, and begin to blush when Kajira begins
to laugh.
“Don't worry Dame Athanasia, I knew these two would screw things up so I followed them.
When I heard them argue and try to figure out what they were going after, the fools thought they
were supposed to get the iron and wood, I recovered the crystals we needed and came back
here to greet the blacksmith and carpenter.”
Dame Athanasia looked at Kajira and smiled, “Well I'm pleased that I have you Kajira at least
you take your responsibilities seriously. Now the question is what to do with these two?”
She taps her chin thinking, while Livona and Wolffang stand there blushing and looking
worried, when suddenly she claps her hands.
“I have it! I'll give Livonna the spanking of her life and you can deal with Wolffang. Sadly
though I only have one seat I guess you'll have to wait till I finish punishing the mutt before you
can punish her “
Dame Athanasia grabs Livonna and takes a seat pulling her over lap as she says this. Her
smile grows wicked though as Kajira laughs.
“There is no need my lady, I am a powerful witch after all.”
With that Kajira casts a spell and suddenly Wolffang finds herself floating in the air on her back
and soon is floating right in front of Kajira who promptly grabs her legs holding them straight up
as she bares her bottom. Dame Athanasia begins to laugh as she begins to bring her hand
crashing down against Livonna’s plump bottom in a steady rhythm.
“Oh Kajira you are so full of surprises. So creative and a rather embarrassing position for her.
Truly wonderful my friend. Now let us show these two what happens when they fail their
mistress.”
Kajira smiles sadistically as she begins to spank Wolffang setting up a steady firm rhythm, her
squeals music to her ears. As the spanking continues Kajira begins to cackle.
“You know you both deserve every bit of this punishment. If you had simply admitted you had
not paid attention and accepted my generous offer you would have realized we weren't actually
building the air ship we just needed the crystals so it would fly. Instead you both are getting your
bottoms blistered like the pair of brats you are.”
Livonna howls and yelps kicking her legs, “Mistress I'm sorry. If I had known what to get I
would not have failed you. Please have mercy.”
Her pleading only succeeds in infuriating Dame Athanasia who increases the pace at which
she is spanking her, now focusing on her sit spots to truly punish the haughty werewolf.
“Have mercy? I told you both that I would not be lenient if you failed and you dare ask for
mercy?”
Meanwhile Wolffang is fairing no better, in fact you could say she was getting it worse as she
could not kick her legs and was truly embarrassed floating in the air on her back her legs held in
the air as Kajira continues to turn her green cheeks a deep red colour. Each smack feeling like
lightning striking her bottom as Kajira began to use magic to make the punishment even more
painful.
“Kajira please, I didn't mean offense and I'm sorry I was rude. I'll never be rude again please.”
Kajira was unmoved by her whining and continues the spanking and soon Wolffang is a
blubbering mess. Livonna howls and fights to hold back tears but she too is soon crying her
eyes out. The spanking continues on for what seems like an eternity to poor Livonna and
Wolffang. Dame Athanasia and Kajira have no intention to stop anytime soon, however that
suddenly changes.
“Ahem, sorry to interrupt my lady but we have finished. Your air ship is ready.“

Dame Athanasia unceremoniously dumps Livonna on the ground. The werewolf reaches her
hands back to try and rub her sore bottom, or she would have but Kajira casts a spell freezing
her in place. Livonna is now stuck standing her bottom on fire and no way to ease the burning of
her plump red cheeks. She looks at Wolffang who is still floating in the air and like Livonna has
no way to ease the pain coursing through her red bottom.
Dame Athanasia and Kajira walk over and inspect the airship. Once the inspection is complete
they dance around in celebration giving each other a hug. They are overcome with joy as now
they can go to new lands and find the opportunities they have been lacking here. Dame
Athanasia winks to Kajira before turning back to look at Livonna and Wolffang.
“What do you think my dear Kajira, should we take these two bumbling fools with us? Or
should we leave them here and find their replacement when we reach our new home?”
Wolffang and Livonna begin crying and pleading thinking their mistress is going to leave them,
“Please we will do better!! We promise to listen! Please don't leave us!”
Kajira tries to hold in her laugh, as she knows that Dame Athanasia is merely teasing.
“Well I'm sure we could find suitable replacements for them easy enough, but they are friends
Athanasia and we shouldn't leave them. Perhaps we should cut some switches and give them a
good hiding before we go. Perhaps that would suffice.”
Dame Athanasia smiles, “Well I suppose you are right. Let's gather some switches.”
The two go and gather a bundle of switches, twelve to be exact, both Dame Athanasia and
Kajira each keep six a piece. Then Kajira using her magic forces both Livonna and Wolffang to
float over to them and bends them over. Dame Athanasia and Kajira waste no time in using the
switches leaving welts and marks all across their bottoms and thighs. They continue the
switching and when they break the first switch they simply grab a second and begin again. They
repeat this process until each have used the six switches at their disposal. By the time they
finish both Livonna’s and Wolffang's bottom and thighs are completely covered in marks and
welts they are bawling their eyes out in agony. Kajira then releases them from their spell and
both begin to jump around trying to ease the pain in their bottom before both giving a heartfelt
apology.
“I'm sorry! I promise to listen more in the future. Thank you for not leaving us.”
Upon hearing their words Dame Athanasia does something neither was expecting. She wraps
them both in a hug and gives each a kiss on the cheek.
“You two might be bumbling henchwomen but you are my bumbling henchwomen. We are the
Blood Moon Gang and that will never change and no one could ever replace either of you. Now
let's go inside and tend to you before we use our new airship to find out new home and newest
adventures.”
Livonna and Wolffang limp inside following Dame Athanasia followed closely by Kajira. Kajira
creates an ointment to help ease the pain in their bottoms and to heal the marks and welts that
cover their bottom and thighs. Livonna and Wolffang yelp and whine as Dame Athanasia and
Kajira apply the ointment before letting out a sigh of relief knowing that soon they will be using
the airship and that the Blood Moon Gang will be moving on to bigger and better things together
now and forever.

Self-proclaimed Queen of the Black Coast

 

The night was young.

A large shadow almost closed the moon. It was not a bird, not a cloud, but a ship. A flying ship. A raven-haired pale-skinned beauty looked at the horizon and smiled, showing her needle-like fangs.

"Perfect, girls! There it is!" she pointed her finger at the land on the horizon, which was coming closer and closer. "The forgotten continent ruled by barbarian Orcish tribes. Don't take it to heart, Wolffang," Dame Athanasia gave the orc-girl a kind look. "Now we need to find out, where is preserved the last part of the Paddle of Destiny, so we can prepare a trap for our dearest princess Maera. And that means, that we need a lair. We can't just fly around the continent all the time".

"Well, actually, we can," Kajira the witch shrugged. "The crystal contains enough energy for that."

"In the sky we are too conspicuous," Dame Athanasia replied. "We need a lair. A headquarters, from where we will making our moves."

"Speaking of potential lairs, I think, I see just perfect place for it!" Livonna, the werewolf-girl shouted from the bow of the ship. "I see a castle straight ahead, milady. It is ruined, but looks still habitable."

Dame Athanasia raised from her chair and came close to the werewolf.

"Yes. I like the idea. We're coming in for a landing!"

"Night Flier" began its descent and carefully landed right in front of a swampy sea-bank behind a grove near a ruins of an ancient castle near an ocean shore. Dame Athanasia smiled at her minions.

"Alright, girls. Now we need to conduct a reconnaissance of the terrain," she turned to the werewolf. "Livonna, dear. This is a mission right for you."

The werewolf-girl smiled. "Consider it done, milady!"

Lurking in the shadows, Livonna carefully sneaked inside the castle. She carefully sniffed and snorted in disgust.

"What? A sulfur?" she moved forward, keeping hers ears open. She sneaked right to the hole in the wall and looked inside it. Her eyes widened.

A group of demonettes had an orgy. The werewolf snorted.

"Just look at them! Having a good time, don't you? I don't doubt, Dame Athanasia won't be very pleased to know, that the castle she pretends to overtake already belongs to demons!" trying not to make any noise, Livonna sneaked out from the castle and ran back to the flying ship.

Dame Athanasia heard Livonna carefully. She smirked.

"Demons are having a good time, you said? Well, I think we will spoil their orgy, girls. Wolffang, Livonna, go and cut as many switches, as you can lift! We'll have a very long night!" she laughed.

Livonna and Wolffang smirked, but nervously rubbed their bottoms and ran to carry out the order.

Half an hour later orc and werewolf returned with a large bunch of nasty biting switches. Dame Athanasia smiled with satisfaction.

"Excellent! Just what we need!" she took a switch and cut through the air with a loud 'swish!'. "Maybe I need to test few of them on someone's backside?" she asked, smirking. Livonna and Wolffang trembled, covering their round bottoms with both hands. Dame Athanasia laughed. "Just kidding, girls. Now - let's go! Kajira, dear, prepare some loud and bright spell. If we'll demoralise those daemonettes right from the beginning, we'll have a chance to get them without a fight."

Kajira nodded.

Livonna took the lead and led her companions in the castle. They sneaked right to the banquet hall. Dame Athanasia nodded to Kajira. The witch winked at her and cast a spell. Suddenly a large flaming orb materialised right above the daemonettes. It exploded with a thunder-like noise, and before daemonettes had even a chance to pull themselves together, Dame Athanasia and her minions were already inside, standing between almost naked horned and tailed girls ant their weapons.

"Well, well, well," Dame Athanasia smirked. "What do we have here? Looks like you forgot, that the Darkness still doesn't own the world, bitches!" she turned to her minions "Girls, get these losers! Let's punish them properly!"

While Livonna and Kajira took care of three of the daemonettes, Dame Athanasia made two of them bend over in front of her, hugging each other, ordered Wolffang to hold them tight and started the switching.

It didn't took too long to make poor daemonettes weep bitterly and begging the vampiress to stop. But she was merciless and the thrashing took enough time to make all the switches in her bunch to break on the daemonettes's asses, fully covering them with very sore and bright red, almost purple stripes.

The supreme daemonette tried to run away, but Dame Athanasia caught her right at the exit.

"Where do you think you are going, horny princess?" the vampiress asked mockingly, baring her victim's bottom and turning her around to present her round bottom to the birches. "The party is just heating up!" she brought the birches down across the daemonette bare buttocks. The unholy girl screamed out loud. The vampiress laughed "Oh? Don't you like the treat? I'm sure, you just hadn't taste it well! Take some more! And a bit more! And this! And that! Oh, don't be shy! Enjoy yourself!" She repeatedly brought the bunch of birches down over the daemonette's bottom, leaving bright red, sore welts, making the daemonette screaming and weeping in pain. The daemonette struggled and jumped in place, just like she was dancing some strange dance.

"Please, stop! I beg you! Please!" she sobbed in pain. But Dame Athanasia was merciless, continuing the birching.

"Promise me, that you will take your useless minions and you all will go, you will walk away, run away - as fast as you can, and as far as your breath can carry you!" she said, accenting each word with a hard brich stroke.

"We will! We will! The castle is yours! Just let us go! I swear you, we will flee and you'll never see us again, mighty vampire lady!" she wept bitterly.

"Alright! Go to the corner! I'll let you leave, after I'll deal with all your useless minions!" Dame Athanasia said, finally stopping the birching. All the birches in her bunch were broken by this moment. She turned to her own companions "Livonna, Kajira, bring me the last two horned wenches!"

The she-werewolf and the witch proudly led the vampriress to the last two daemonettes, which were awaiting their fate shackled in irons. Dame Athanasia laughed. "And that's a cherry on the top! Prepare to taste some fire you never felt back in your purgatory!" she said, bringing the birches down across the daemonettes's bare bottoms. She birched them as mercilessly as their accomplices, making both demonic girls weeping and bawling in pain bitterly, squirming and jumping in place. And as before, Dame Athanasia didn't stop until she broke every birch in her bunch.

When all the daemonettes were birched with the utmost thoroughness, Dame Athanasia finally allowed them to leave.

The unholy girls ran away, bawling in pain and humiliation, while Dame Athanasia and her companions stood at the gates, laughing and waving last bunches of birches, just like those were swords.

"Yes! Run away, and never come back!" Dame Athanasia shouted. And when the daemonettes finally dissolved into the morning twilight, she turned to her companions. "Come on, girls, let us celebrate our victory. And discuss the plans!" she closed the gates.

"So, my girls, no we have an operations headquarters," Dame Athanasia smiled. "This coast belongs to me! Just excellent."

"Black Coast," Wolffang said. "Orcs calling this place Black Coast."

"So, I am the baroness of the Black Coast!" Dame Athanasia smiled wider. "And now we need to catch a tribe orc and interrogate he or she. Whatever! I guess, the Best choice will be their shamaness or chief. Someone, who is a keeper of an ancient knowledge. And when we will find out, where the last part of the Paddle of Destiny is, we'll need just wait, till princess Maera will bring us all the parts. But I will still need to have some ancient royal noble blood in my veins. And this is another thing, which our dear princess will bring me with the parts of the Paddle. And, since I'll become a royal myself by having a royal blood in my veins, I guess, I can call myself the Queen of the Black Coast right from now!"

"Hail to the queen!" her companions shouted in unison.

Taming the Sharp-Toothed Girl

Étienne de Villeneuve, an ancient vampire with centuries of refined cruelty, watched the struggling creature before him with a quiet, measured intensity. The female werewolf, half-transformed, muscles tense with defiance, let out a low growl, as she tried to get off the spanking bench. Every fibre of her being screamed to fight, to break free - but she could not.

Étienne stepped closer, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of undeniable authority. “Really, as my name is Étienne de Villeneuve, I will teach you to serve me properly, my rebellious little Chienne. ” His crimson gaze glowed in the dim candlelight, unwavering, unmerciful.

Gretchen did not reply. She merely breathed heavily, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying both exhaustion and lingering defiance. Her bare buttocks was marked with deep red welts, the evidence of the vampire’s discipline. She rubbed at her burning, swollen buttocks, her body instinctively reacting to the punishment, though she refused to acknowledge its effect on her.

Étienne tilted his head, watching her reaction with a knowing smirk. “So, Gretchen, have you learned your lesson?”

The she-werewolf’s golden eyes flashed with resentment, her breath still ragged. “Ja, mein Herr ...” she finally growled between gritted teeth.

Étienne chuckled, the sound both dark and amused. He reached out, tracing his finger along the tips of the slightly worn birch rods. “You will learn more than mere obedience, Ma Chérie,” he whispered. “Your tricks — your attempts to shift, to resist me — will fail here. Your instincts, Ma Chérie, are a double-edged sword — raw, untamed, powerful. But in the wrong hands, they cut the wielder. That’s why you need me. I will shape them, sharpen them, guide your hand until every flick of your will is controlled. You will learn, Ma Chérie. And when you do, your body will answer commands before your mind can catch up. It's meant to create associative reflexes, Ma Chérie! You are a half-beast and your mind will not be able to resist these instincts."

Gretchen’s fangs bared instinctively, a silent promise that she would not yield so easily. Her half-transformed form — a strange mixture of feminine beauty and raw, untamed beast — shuddered with the conflict raging within her. She had thought herself clever when she sought out this vampire, believing she could outwit him, tear out his throat, steal his wealth, and disappear into the night. But she had underestimated him. His power was unlike anything she had encountered before — not just brute strength, but something more insidious.

The moment she had begun to transform, he had struck, his ancient will binding her in place, suffocating her resistance with the sheer force of his dominance. Now she could feel it — seeping into her mind, weaving itself into her instincts.

 She shuddered, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous beginning to blur. The ancient mind control power of the vampire was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to submit to the punishment. Now Gretchen began sense that she had fallen deeply in trap and that the refined aristocrat had decided to train her into an obedient pet for his own amusement and at times for his work tasks.

Etienne looked at her understandingly and added: "Believe me, I can train bitches like you very effectively. You need everyday discipline, until you serve me like a humble, trained she-werewolf."

Gretchen bared her teeth even more, revealing her large fangs. “Scheiße …”, a phrase in German could be heard in her growl.

Étienne leaned closer, his voice like a whisper of silk and steel. “I will break you, Gretchen. And when I do, you will not only obey — you will crave it.”

Behind Closed Doors

“HOWL!!!”

“And if I’ll catch you out at night again, this will be a walk in the park in comparison!”

“HOWL!!! OWIEE!!!”

“You better learn your lesson!”

“HOOWL!!! Yes! Yes!”

“You will bring attention to us!”

“HOOOWL!!! I’m sorry! I’ll be more careful!”

“Nobody can know our secret!”

“HOOOWL!!! I’ll be more discreet! I promise!”

“It’s not the first time!”

“OWWW!!! No! I know!”

“But it better be the last!”

“HOOOWL!!! Yes! OOOOW!!!!”

Watchdog

"OWIEE!!!"

"Hadn't we agreed, that you'll stay with the Dragonborn, while I'll look for that damned crypt?!"

"OW!!! But I was by him! OW!!!"

"Oh, yeah? And where is he now? We should all meet at Standing Stones!"

"Yes, but... OWIEE!!! We were passed by a cave and he asked me to wait him outside... OW!!! So I did, but he didn't return... OWIEE!!!"

"You did what?! Hadn't you even thought, that that something could happen to him in that cave?! Why didn't you follow him?!"

"HOWL!!! But he ordered... OWIEEE!!!"

"Does it really matter, what had he ordered? Dovakin is too important for the world to losing him such a stupid way! You should sneak after him! Werewolves are always in trouble!"

"HOWL!!!"

Double Trouble

The full moon's light fell on the old castle on the hill. In its rays Livonna's grey fur was looking almost gold. She sobbed and hugged weeping Ninel tightly. Redhead girl whimpered and hugged she-werewolf back.

"Those vile cultists and their damned paddles!" Livonna sobbed. "Does your bottom hurt very bad, my friend?" she gently rubbed Ninel's bright red bottom.

"Well, let's just say, I'd prefer to stay on my feet at least till down..." Ninel blushed a bit. "And you, Liv? Your howling was so plaintive!"

She-werewolf blushed. "Oh, don't worry, I hate to admit it, but because of my mistress Dame Athanasia I'm almost used to such a punishments... Almost... Ouch! These cultist know too well, how to make their punishments hurt really terrible!"

Both girls wept, hugging.

"Well, at least it looks like they haven't found out, that we are not their cult's neophytes." Ninel smiled through her tears. "And that means, we still have a chance to stop their ritual!"

"In this case we need to move! We don't have much time!" Livonna wept her tears.

Suddenly the earth quacked. Ninel and Livonna gulped in fear and turned to the window. A large cloud of purple smoke raised over the graveyard.

"Oh, Darkness! They did it! They summoned the Great Old One!" Livonna gasped in panic.

"Dank farrik! We lost..." Ninel whimpered.

"Maybe, we still have a little chance." Livonna sighed. "Maybe that book, which the high priest not to be described used for this ritual, also contains some spells or another ritual to banish this god or whatever it is back to it's damned demention?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure we need to try!" Ninel nodded.

The girls whimpered and hugged, thinking, how to turn the dark ritual back.

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!"

Wolfing Out

"Well, I knew, that sneaking to the town in full moon nights and wolfing out without permission is forbidden in Academy, but I never thought, that it would be punished like this..."

Expencive Clothes

"Hey, stop! Maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Oh, it is very necessary, you, stupid beast!"

"OWIEE!!!"

"Do you have any idea, how much this outfit costs?!"

"BAWL!!!"

"I'm gonna spank you into next week!"

"OWIEEE!!! HOWL!!!! I am sorry!!! OW!!! OUCH!!! EEYOOOW!!!"

The Spies and the Plans (Alternative ending)

 Livonna and Wolffang continued to argue with one another until the foursome found a cave to spend the rest of night in. By this time, Athanasia had recovered from the horrible ordeal they had all suffered through that day, and was growing weary of listening to those two stupid creatures whining and complaining, and sent them both back out to the woods, to gather a bundle of switches.

    When they returned, the devilish Dame punished the wolf girl first. Seeing how badly battered Livonna’s bottom already was, Athanasia gave her a rare taste of mercy, and chastised her quickly, and with much lighter strokes than she usually delivered to the feral girl. Of course, being as sore as she was, a butterfly landing on her bottom would had felt like the crack of a well oiled whip to her, and she howled and howled.

    While Athanasia hated to ever admit Livonna was ever right about anything, she did agree with what she had claimed earlier. Wolffang probably did alert the dwarves earlier, hoping to see Livonna captured. What a horrible way to behave on your first mission. They all needed to work together. Athanasia decided she would punish the orc until her green apple bottom was even redder than Livonna’s.

    Later, much much later, while Wolffang was dancing in circles, crying uncontrollably, her ass now as red as the Demon’s eyes, Athanasia was trying to decide how to further punish the two sorry girls. She could force them to sit side-by-side, facing the wall of the cave until morning. But where? There was a large rock that would be perfect for that task. Or so she thought until she laid her hand on it. Yes, sitting on that hard rock, when your bottom was covered with welts and blisters would be incredibly painful, but this rock felt damp and cool. That could help to put out the fires she hoped would burn all night. Realizing she still had a bundle of switches in her hand, gave her a fiendish idea, she would spread the switches out on top of the rock and force the two howling hooligans to sit on them until morning. And if they dared to utter another word, or growl or grunt until the sun was rising, she would get Kajira, whose magic was now fully recharged, to roast both of their bottoms with witch fire.

 

Snowfall Takes a Midnight Ride

    Snowfall, a young white wolf with sea green eyes and a fiery mane, was running for home. She had just realized she had accidentally wandered onto the estate of the wicked witch, Vonda Von Hoven. She had seen the results of what had happened to the other members of her pack, who had been caught here by that sadistic witch. Had seen them come howling home, with their bottoms so badly blistered they couldn’t sit on their haunches for the rest of the week.
    She had almost made it to the river that ran along the boundary of the Von Estate Estate, when she heard something swooping down out of the jet black night, like a hungry hawk, and felt herself being snatched up by the base of her tail, high up into the chilly night air. Looking fearfully behind her, she saw she was a prisoner of the very woman she feared the most tonight. Vonda Von Hoven was now flying high above the tree line, on her broom, with Snowfall dangling by her tail, beside her.
    The witch smiled evilly at the werewolf, “Will you dogs never learn? You’re forbidden to hunt on my lands. Why can’t you stay in the woods, where you belong?”
    Snowfall, seeing the trees, so far below, apologized to Vonda, “I’m sorry. I accidentally traveled unto your estate, and was hurrying home as quickly as I could, once I realized I was on forbidden lands.”
    The witch laughed a laugh as cold as the freezing wind, blowing in from the East, “But not nearly quick enough. I can see the filthy cave you curs call a home from here, should I release you now, so you can return there?”
    “Please, don’t kill me,” the white wolf pleaded,  “I promise I’ll never set another paw on your property.”
       Vonda answered the wolf girl disdainfully, “What good is the word of a wolf? You creatures need to learn to obey your betters. And I know the only way to teach you to do that, is forcefully. I believe I need to teach you a lesson tonight, one you’ll never forget. A long, painful lesson. Do you agree with me, that that is the only way you’ll ever learn to follow my rules, my pretty little bitch?”
      Snowfall, her mind flooded with the memories of seeing the crimson, burning bottoms of her sisters who had also been taught a “lesson” by this sinister seer, answered fearfully, “ Yes, Ma’am. You may do with me as you will, but please don’t drop me.”
     “That’s a good girl”, Vonda said, “I’m going to place you across my broom now. But I warn you, if you try to bite me or claw me, when I’m disciplining you, you may fall. To your death.”
   “I’ll behave myself”, the werewolf said, shaking with fear, an emotion that always warmed the cockles of the wicked witch’s cold black heart, “ Why do you tremble so, Girl? Is it from the cold, so high up here in the sky, on a freezing winter night? Well, you’re in luck, then, I’m going to build  you a fire to ward off the winter’s chill. A blazing, blistering hot fire, that will rage for hours. But what shall I use to ignite this blaze?”
     The witch considered her choices, trying to decide what would be the most painful, before a bundle of birches magically appeared in her right hand.
     “Yes, I believe this will do nicely.”

   In the tiny village, resting far below the airborne witch and her prey, a farmer’s wife was trying to awaken her sleeping husband, “Listen, Leland, I hear something most strange.”
    Wiping the sleep from his eyes, the farmer replied sleepily, “ Tis merely a wolf. Howling in the woods. What is so strange about that? We hear those creatures every night.”    
   Walking to the window, the farmer’s wife looked up at the full moon, before replying to that question, “True, my dear husband, most nights we do hear the wolves hunting in yonder woods. But this wolf sounds like it’s flying across the sky.”

Grave Consequences

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Vampirella and the Beast

When this naughty werewolf-girl is found to being very wild some over the knee spanking is very necessary! Over the bare bottom spankings is most necessary!

Smack!

"AROOO!!!"

"Don't you dare to shapeshift! I'll hold even in your wolf-form, but in that case you'll taste my whip! What I always like about you, werewolves, you always come to fight already naked, which makes much more easy to remind you your place!"

Wolfie birthday to you!

Till Dawn

"You stupid animal! We are in the middle of nowhere! Whack Lost! Whack And now the sun is coming up! Whack Do you know what happens to my skin in the sun? Whack It feels a lot like how your buttocks are feeling right now!"

"It's not my fault you lost our map in that last village!"

Whack "Insolent creature! Whack You'd best hope the people in that cottage let us in. Whack Or I swear you'll never sit down on that bushy tail again!"

Fanning out the Flames

 Forced by a magical spell to remain across the wicked witch’s lap, the feral girl was howling like a hungry wolf cub, which caused the sexy raven-haired spell-caster to laugh wickedly, “Your bitch of a mother should had warned you, Wild Child, THIS is what happens to werewolves who wander into The Witch’s Woods. I remember setting her sweet ass on fire a time or two, too.”

Satisfied that the werewolf had learned her lesson, the witch gave her cherry red rear one final fiery stroke with her bundle of birches, before releasing her from her spell. Flying off of her lap, the were-girl began to fan her furry tail furiously back and forth, trying to fan out the fires raging all across her boiling hot, blistered bottom.

A Wolf in a Chick's Clothing

"ARGH!!! How dared you, bloodsucker?! Ow! Ow!"

"How dared I? How dare you to talking back?! I took you to this mortals party just for your flair!You were supposed to smell one man, I was looking for! And what I got? You just hunted for meat snacks and flirted with all the young men! You should be happy, you didn't spit out your wolfish nature, or I would give you such a punishment that this belting would be just a light massage in comparison! No go away! I I'll see you even again, I would think, that you come for another thrashing!"

"Ugh!"