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.

Oaks and Pines

A tall, buxom blonde looked around looked around in a hugger-mugger, and carefully, trying not to draw any attention, rubbed her plump bottom tightly clad in a blue denim mini-skirt. She always liked to wear tight things which accentuated her curves, but not this day. Not this week, to be precise.

Gertrude Mitchell rubbed her sore bottom again and sighed. The blonde had no idea how she would be able to sit down during all her classes that day. All the bruises professor’s paddle had left on her plump buttocks last week still were terribly sore. Gertie sighed again. The worst thing was that she had no wish to make anyone even suspect that her bottom was aching. The whole week she tried her Best not to show anyone, how hard for her is sitting on the studies. And that was one reason she still tried to challenge the school rules by wearing her favourite costume. And keeping her hairstyle. Both already brought her into a trouble with the school stuff several times right from her first day in "Oaks and Pines".

When her parents sent her here, she was pretty sure that she's just moving to a prestigious foreign high school. Well, this place surely was prestigious. The problem was that no one warned her about the other side of this school. The discipline. Gertie always had attitude problems, and here it was turning out in a literal pain in the ass too often.

Gertie sighed. The break was almost over, so she should go back to class. She winced, thinking of hard desks, but quickly put herself together. She was a lone wolf, so she should be tough! Gertie made herself smile.

"Oh, hi, Gertie!" she heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Hi, Lolita," Gertie replied "What's up?"
Lolita suddenly pulled her denim mini-skirt up, revealing her camouflage panties and plump buttocks, fully covered with bruises, which were descending to her upper thighs.
"Psst! Guess who caught cheating at her midterm?" Lolita laughed.
Gertie blushed, clenching her teeth.

Yes, she got caught cheating and got a baker's dozen with a hard wooden paddle for that! And that was really hurt!

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Nein Strokes

The young German woman visited USA. She was walking through the countryside and decided to cut off a corner and walk through someone's land. But she was noticed by the owner, who caught her and started unbuckle his belt, going to punish her for trespassing.

"Nein! Nein!" she exclaimed in horror.
"Well, I was going to give you only five strokes." the man said "but if you insist on nine..."

Yes, she knew she had trespassed and deserved the whipping, so she put her hands on her thighs and pushed her bottom out, hoping that her heavy denim shorts would soften the nine strokes of the belt. She also looked urgently around, embarrassed at the thought that a wandering walker would see her getting whipped. Just then, a large and woolly black dog - a Burnese Mountain Dog - ran behind the hedge. It was such a big  dog she misidentified it, looked at the man, and shouted "Bär!"  
Thinking his luck kept getting better, the man said once again. "Well,  if you insist, you can taking your belting on the bare."

A Trip to Woodshed

"Autsch! That stings really bad..." Belinda whimpered, carefully looking behind her back. She heard, how the farmer left the woodshed about fifteen minutes ago, but still was too scared not just to leave the corner he put her into, but also to rub her burning bottom. Of course, it was her fault, she got punished. She really shouldn't scare geese by riding right into their flock on her motorcycle, but she still was sure, that the farmer was too cruel with her.

Belinda really hated being spanked. And that was exactly what the farmer did to her. He made her stop, pull up her skirt and pull down her panties and bend over her own motorcycle! And then he took off his leather belt and... Well, that surely weren't a minutes of her life, she would like to recall any time. Just like all the minutes she ever received a spanking before and will receive in future. And the belt was one of her most hated implements. Why? If only because it is a thing, which is somehow almost always around when it comes to corporal punishments. And it stings naughty butts pretty terrible! The thing Belinda learned many years ago and regularly received reminders. Much more regularly than she liked!

The German girl finally pluck up enough courage to give her terrible sore bottom few gentle rubs. She was even a bit grateful to the farmer for putting her in the corner. At least, she got some time to get her poor bottom to cool off, but even the thoughts that she'll need to continue her trip through American countryside on her bike, which she was so happy about just about a hour ago, were now terrifying her.

"Autsch!!! Mein arme Popo..."

Under the Rainbow

The rainbow in sunny day was looking strange, but beautiful. But a loud wolfish painful howl was a terrible scary dissonant. If someone was brave enough to follow down the rainbow, they would see a strange scene.

A female werewolf was bawling and weeping in pain while squirming over the leprechaun's lap. The leprechaun, smirking, was giving her plump backside a stroke after a stroke with a heavy green paddle.

"Don't you dare to cover your naughty ass with your tail, mutt!" he said, grabbing her tail with his free hand. "Get it out my paddle's way! Ha! You made me start again, so still a baker's dozen to go!"

"Ugh! But this is unfair! Ouch!!!" the werewolf protested "Ow!!! I even didn't try to steal any of your gold! Ouch!!! Ow!!! You hired me to watch over your pot of gold... Owiee!!! ...and promised me few coins from it! Eeyoow!!! Ouch!!! Ow!!!"

"Did I?" the leprechaun asked. "Maybe. But it was you, who decided to take my gold before I decided to pay you, what I promised! So, technically, you stole my gold! And now you will pay the price!" he gave her backside few more surprisingly heavy strokes, smirking while watching, how her skin turns red under her fur.

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! Yaaraaa!!! Owiee!!! Ow!!! Eeeyoow!!!"

Serious Conversation

Belinda's biology project supervisor was not happy to find the python cage open, and then chase the snake all over campus. Belinda's defence that "It haven't eaten anyone!" only reinforced professor Daniels's intention to combat carelessness in her lab's students, and the willows nearby provided all the needed material...

Curiosity Spanked a Wolf

The evening was young. The forest was black and empty. A tall, buxom wolfish figure flashed behind the bushes. She stopped and sniffed the air before finally show up. Livonna Grau, a she-werewolf. She carefully looked around and smiled. The forest looked like a normal one so far. Spring does its magic. But the more the werewolf-girl goes deep inside, the more something feel wrong. The birds' songs went to mute slowly and the trees looked like they were staring at her. It also got weirdly darker. Suddenly Livonna noticed a sign - a simple wooden plate saying: “Forbidden Forest”. The werewolf-girl shrugged.
“‘Forbidden Forest’? Nonsense! No forest can be forbidden for a wolf!” she looked around, noticing some fir-trees “Where are fir-trees, there are we, wolves!” she said proudly.

As the werewolf-girl was looking and sniffling around, she suddenly heard a voice upside her, in the darkness of the trees, as even the sun had a hard time to pass.

“What do we have here?” someone’s hand suddenly grabbed the wolf's tail. Livonna growled and turned around, seeing a young horned woman right behind her. The woman’s demonic tail moved left and right, up and down like a snake behind her. She looked at the werewolf-girl, like a mistress to a dog “My, my, my lovely furred one!” she giggled.

Werewolf-girl growled, struggling to break her tail free from the demoness's grab.
“And what do we have here?” she bared her teeth.

The demoness giggled again. Her laugh sounded like some unholy bell ringing around the trees.
“I'm a demonic entity. My name is Minalhan, but I allow you to call me just Mina. If you will behave properly. I admit. I love little creatures like humans and...You. You look fun and lovely… And furred.” Mina smirked “What are you doing here? And you better be polite, dear”

Werewolf-girl stepped closer to demoness
“A demon? Hmph! How theatrical! Why should I answer you at all?” she growled menacingly.

“Cause you're also a corrupted creature. A dark blooded thing. And you should respect your elders.” the demoness showed a finger to the werewolf-girl, like a mistress to a pet “Last strike. Behave.”

Livonna growled, showing her teeth.
“Or what?”

Mina giggled.
“Or else, like a mistress to a pet or like a mama to a child or like an elder to a pupil… I'll punish you. But as you're a dark entity. If you behave and obey, I'll reward you.” Mina looked at Livonna with green bright eyes, scary, like a cat's one “What do you choose?”

Livonna growled angrily.
“You would not dare!”

“Are you sure, my lovely werewolf, that you want to bet?” the demoness extended her hand and, in a very ashaming manner for any werewolf,.pointed the floor. “Here. sit.”

Livonna growled again.
“I’m a wolf, not a dog!”

“And I’'m a demoness, not a human.” Suddenly, the demoness, giggling, vanished from front of the werewolf-girl. And before Livonna could even figure out, what just had happened, Mina reappeared right on the stump, replacing her own sign, and grabbed the wolf-girl’s ear. “Time to learn a lesson in obedience!” she giggled and sat on the stump, making the she-werewolf to bend over her knee. “This position suits you much better, mutt!” Mina smirked. Livonna growled, struggling to break out from position, but Mina held her by her hair, pinning the werewolf to her knees. Suddenly she grabbed a rolled up newspaper. “Maybe this will deliver less pain, but for you this surely will be the most symbolic and humiliating punishment, puppy.” And saying that, she brought the newspaper down on the werewolf’s buttocks with an unexpected power, making the werewolf’s flesh under her thick grey fur turning a bit pink and providing a painful snarl from her.

Livonna growled, squirming on Mina’s lap, while the demoness continued spanking her with the newspaper. Maybe the newspaper was charmed, or maybe Mina’s hand just was powerful and heavy enough, or maybe both, but the spanking turned out to be not just very humiliating but also really painful for the she-werewolf. She squirmed, kicking her long legs at each stroke, growling and howling, but the demoness kept holding her in place, delivering one burning stroke after another.

“OW!!! OW-OW-OW!!!! Stop this! OUCH!!!!” Livonna cried out loud.

“I'll stop when you'll say ‘I'll be a good puppy!’ Say it or I will continue all night long if it needs to be!!!” Mina laughed, reinforcing each word with a hard stroke, making the she-werewolf bawl.

“Ugh! OW!!! I'm not a puppy! OUCH!!!! I am a grown up she-wolf! OUCH!!! OWIEEE!!! My bottom! OUCH!!!!” Livonna protested, squirming and kicking desperately, while tears started flowing like a stream over her cheeks.

The demoness just kept spanking the werewolf’s bottom again and again.
“Suit yourself.”

Livonna wept bitterly, squirming in pain
“OW!!! OUCH!!! Ugh! OUCH!!! Okay! Okay! OUCH!!! OWIEE!!! I will be good werewolf! I promise! OUCH!!!”

Mina just kept going.
“A GOOD LITTLE PUPPY! I said!”

Livonna growled through her weep.
“OW!!! I... OUCH!!! ...am... OUCH!!!! ...not... OW!!! ...a... OW!!! ...puppy! OUCH!!! Please... OWIEE!!! ...let... OUCH!!! ...me... OWIEE!!!! ...keep... OUCH!!! ...at... OWIE!!!! ...least... OUCH!!! ...a... OWIEE!!!! ...bit... OUCH!!!! ...of... OUCH!!! ...my... OW!!!! ...dignity! OUCH!!!! EEYOOOW!!!”

Mina’s strokes became faster, making Livonna growl and bawl louder.
“SAY. IT!”

Livonna growled with all her anger which was still not spanked out.
“I am the wolf, not a dog! Ouch!!!”

Mina just kept spanking, without any pause, making Livonna bawl in pain and humiliation.
“Only you can make it stop and I told you how. Blame yourself.”

Livonna bawled in terrible pain and desperation.
“Ow-ow-ow!!! Ouch!!! Ugh! You will pay for this! Owiee!!! Ow!!! Ouch!!! One day you will pay for this... OUCH!!! Ugh! OWIEEE!!!! Okay! Okay! I'll be a good wolf cub! OUCH!!!”

Suddenly Mina finally stopped and pushed Livonna out of her lap.
“Now, rub your bottom, puppy!”

Livonna jumped up and started jumping and hopping in place in pain, just like she was dancing a kind of a war dance, howling and rubbing her terrible sore bottom.

Mina watched her brat war dance, smirking.
“You may be a werewolf. Or a she-wolf stuck in that form, I don't care. You don't attack me or even show your teeth at me, Puppy.”

“Ugh! Okay, okay, as you say! Ouch!” Livonna whimpered. She continued her dance of pain about a minute or two more, before she could get herself together and finally stop.

Mina stood up, walked to Livonna and hit her head with the newspaper, making the she-werewolf growl through the tears.
“Allright, what are you doing in my forest? What is your goal anyway?”

Livonna pouted.
“Just to know what this forest is, and why is it forbidden. Well, the last part I already got, I think…”

Mina gave her a strict gaze.
“You're a naughty girl, you won't get a free tour. Begone and think about a wiser approach, naughty pup.”

Livonna sighed.
“And if I'll ask nicely?”

Mina smirked.
“Funny how you needed a hard spanking to get to this conclusion, hm? So what is the truth ? Villagers and humans are mean with a she-wolf and she wants a sanctuary forest?”

Livonna thought for a minute and nodded.
“Well, yes…”

Mina smirked wider.
“And was it wise to insult me, attack me, rebel against that forbidden sign to get it, Puppy?”

Livonna sighed and shook her head.
“Well... No... Sorry for that…”

The demoness opened her side little bag and got out a thin leather collar.
“This is the key of my forest to you. The only one. Decide yourself.”

Livonna snarled.
“To become your hellhound or to be banished from your forest?”

Mina nodded.
“Correct. You want to stay? That's the collar. So?”

Livonna shook her head and turned around to go away.
“Thank you, but no. I'll better find my own forest, where I'll be free.”

Mina shrugged.
“Humph! Suit yourself, Hellhound.” She threw the collar away “Be a nice pup.”

Livonna growled and ran out from the Forbidden Forest. Only far away from the forest edge she finally stopped and gave her sore bottom a few gentle rubs.
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ugh! I’d better warn milady that this forest is impassable, and there is nothing valuable… Ow! Ouch! Ow! My bottom! How is it possible to give such a spanking with just some newspaper?! I won’t sit for a week! Ouch!”

(Livonna the she-werewolf meets Mina the demoness (who belongs to Minalhan))

The Flying Ship

 

The night was young.

The cold light of the waning moon illuminated the shabby walls of the old castle. Girlish voices could be heard from the dining room window.

"So, the princess is at least one step ahead us. What a shame!" Dame Athanasia, a tall slim brunette, put her needle-like fangs inside the red liquid in her wineglass.

"But she still doesn't get the Paddle, so we have a chance, milady, don't we?" Wolffang, a young greenskin girl, asked a bit nervously, putting some sauerkraut in her mouth.

"Yes." the vampiress nodded. "And that's why we need to find the last part of the Paddle before her. And before the demons."

"The main problem is even not the lack of time," Kajira, a redhead witch, noticed. "Only someone, who has the elder blood in their veins, can open the vaults. And as we know, only princess Maera and her mother meet these requirements. This is one thing, which can't be fixed even by ancient magic." She sighed.

"That's why we need to find the last part of the Paddle before all our rivals." Dame Athanasia smiled. "And then we'll just wait, till the princess will bring us all the parts of the paddle. Or I will drink her blood to get the last part and all the other myself. I guess, if I will taste her blood, it will count that I have the elder blood in my veins." the vampiress laughed.

"I guess so, milady," Livonna, a tall, buxom girl with wolfish features said carefully, chewing raw meet.

"And that's why we need to get the power crystal, girls!" Dame Athanasia nodded at a large ship in the castle main hall, which was visible through the door frame. "Tonight "Night Flier"'s construction will be completed. And we need to make it fly."

"As I said, milady, the most reliable way to get a crystal is to borrow it from a local mage guild," Kajira smiled, sipping her beer.

"Alright, girls. Lets finish our little supper. We don't have all night. Time to go and get the crystal! Nobody can stop us!" Dame Athanasia grinned.

Few hours later an unremarkable stone panel slowly moved, making a creepy screeching sound and opening a cobwebbed, cramped underground passage. She-werewolf carefully looked out from the darkness, carefully sniffing air.

"All clear, milady!" she whispered.

"Excellent! Now let's find the crystal!" Dame Athanasia stepped out from the darkness.

"I wish I knew what it smells like!" Livonna sighed.

"Just try to find anything with the most powerful smell, Livonna," Kajira patted werewolf's shoulder. "I bet my ass this crystal will be the most charged thing in this vault."

Livonna nodded and walked forward. She walked slowly between the shelves, sniffing carefully. Dame Athanasia walked right behind her, giving her impatient looks.

"Is it somewhere close?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, milady," Livonna said carefully "Here are too many smells..."
"Maybe I should give you a spanking, to make your nose sharper?" Dame Athanasia crossed her arms.

"No, no, no! I think I feel the smell we are looking for!" Livonna shivered and quickly went to a built-in wall locker. "I think, it is here!"

"Let me have a look!" Wolffang came closer quickly and took the lock picks. "Kajira, isn't the lock enchanted?"

"Let me check." the witch's fingers quickly folded in a witchcraft sign, while Livonna carefully sniffed the lock. "I don't smell anything but something powerful inside the locker." the wolf-girl said.

"It surely isn't cursed. When I was a student in a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, before I was expelled for seeking for powerful dark magic, we never locked almost all of our lockers or doors. It was almost useless, since we all were practicing magic..." Kajira laughed, but when Wolffang quickly picked the lock and opened the door. "Oh, Isaiah's silver panties! What had you done?! Yes, the lock isn't cursed, but I'm pretty sure it was enchanted to start the alarm, if somebody will open it without the right key!"

"It doesn't matter now!" Dame Athanasia shouted. "Just grab the crystal and run! Kajira, open the portal!"

"Consider it done, milady!" the witch prepared read the spell from a scroll, but suddenly shook her head. "Oh, crap! We need more space, or the portal will just collapse, consuming nearby shelves!" she ran back to the secret passage

"Quick! Go! Go!" Dame Athanasia ran behind the witch, while the she-werewolf and the orcess quickly followed her. Kajira hurriedly read the spell, and the portal finally opened.

But before the girls could jumped into it, suddenly few masked figures appeared right behind them.

"Nobody expects the Heoths Inquisition!" the tall man in black masque said, while his minions took Dame Athanasia and her henchwomen. Right in the moment, when he said his words, Kajira dropped the crystal, which disappeared in the portal, which collapsed right after that. Nobody noticed that.

The man in black masque ordered to his men with a gesture to turn their captures face him.

"Nobody expects the Heoths Inquisition!" he said again dramatically. "Our chief weapon is surprise... surprise and fear... fear and surprise... Our two weapons are fear and surprise... and ruthless efficiency... Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency... and an almost fanatical devotion to the Divine Order.... Our four... no... Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Divine Order, and nice stylish uniforms!" he shook his head. "All right! Stop right here, criminal scum! Nobody breaks the law on our watch! We're confiscating your stolen goods. And you'd better prepare for the punishment!"

The girls shivered.

"What a punishment do you mean, sir?" Wolffang asked carefully, being almost sure that she already knew the answer.

The man in black masque smirked.

"That depends on what did you stole, wenches!" he turned to his minions "Search them!"

The inspection didn't take much time, since only Dame Athanasia and Wolffang were dressed at all, but inquisitors found nothing suspicious. The man in the black masque shrugged.

"It looks like we caught you right before you found what you came here fore, preventing your stealing. That's good. But you still should be punished for violating the law by trespassing." he turned to his minions "All right. We'll start with the orcess! Bend her over that table and hold her tight!" he turned to Wolffang "And you partners in crime may watch. They will be next one by one anyway."

Wolffang tried to struggle, but was easily overpowered and quickly found herself bent over the wooden table with her bottom bared. The man in black masque smirked and before she even tried to protest some more, the riding crop landed heavily on her round buttocks. Wolffang screamed and wagged her bottom, trying to make the stinging sensation easy at least a bit. The second stroke came quickly. Then were third and fourth and fifth and even more and more. Wolffang cried in pain, squirming over the tabletop. Dame Athanasia sighed, feeling completely powerless. She often threatened her henchwomen with spanking and almost as often spanked them herself, but even while she never seen anything wrong with putting them in danger, even she also never really liked seen them suffering for nothing. Kajira just whimpered feeling sorry for Wolffang and even more for herself, since she knew, that she should be next.

"You bastards!" Livonna suddenly growled. "Let us go with a warning! We even didn't stole anything!"

"I will let you all go with a good warming!" the man in the black masque responded "And you will be next, werewolf-girl!"

Livonna snarled, but didn't dare to actually bite anyone. And it was still not so easy for inquisitors to made her bend over the table. Suddenly Dame Athanasia called out to the man in black masque.

"Grand inquisitor, please, don't hurt her! Can't you see, she's just a beast, who don't know anything, but following orders?"

The man in black masque smirked and took the crop in his left hand.

"Good. I won't hurt her more than needed." He raised the crop. His minions smirked understandingly. Dame Athanasia and her henchwomen couldn't know that the man in black masque was ambidextrous.

Livonna gritted her teeth, promising herself to show this man no weakness, but it doesn't took too long from him to make her squirm on the tabletop, furiously kicking and howling like a wounded from the pain. The crop in his hand was stinging her soft flesh like an angry hornet. The werewolf struggled to break out from the inquisitors grip and wept bitterly, screaming out loud at each burning stroke of the crop landing on her now terrible sore and welted bottom.

When Livonna's cry finally turned into a wolfish howl completely, the man in black masque finally stopped whipping her and gestured his men to release her. The she-werewolf, howling and sobbing, limped in the corner, where already was standing Wolffang. Both girls looked at each other, whimpering, but kept silence.

Inquisitors stripped Kajira from her mantle and made her bend over the table. The witch was much left used to spanking comparing to she-werewolf and orcess, so even the first stroke of the crop made her scream almost as loud as she could and kick her bot legs. The man in black masque nodded to his minion to hold her tight and continued whipping poor witch's bottom, leaving sore welts and making her furiously squirming and kicking at each stroke. Kajura bawled in pain, but all her weep and pleading were in vain.

When her punishment was finally over, Kajira gave her poor bottom a gentle rub, but the man in black masque suddenly gave her hands a swift stroke with the crop.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. No rubbing! Gentlemen, make sure that these ladies, won't rub their bottom until I'll say that their punishment is over."

"But you already gave my poor girls a thrashing! Their punishment should be over!" Dame Athanasia protested, while inquisitors were stripping her from her top.

"It's not over 'til we say so!" the man in black masque said, giving Dame Athanasia a strict look. "And now, lady, it is your time to bend over and take your punishment."

Dame Athanasia gave him an arrogant look, but bent over the table, sticking her firm bottom out. One of the inquisitors gripped her wrists, securing her on the tabletop.

"This is not necessary." the vampiress said "I will take my punishment like a true lady and knight as I am!"

"Your behaviour is very unladylike, Dame." the man in black masque said sternly, raising the crop. "Invading mages vaults in the night, keeping company rubbing shoulders with thieves, witches and even werewolves. You should be ashamed of yourself." and with this words he gave Dame Athanasia's porcelain-white buttocks first hard stroke of the crop. Dame Athanasia growled through clenched teeth, but held still. The notation man in black masque just gave her was much worse than the pain from his crop. But after the first ten strokes the vampire knight broke in tears and finally started wiggling on the tabletop, wagging her now sore and striped bottom, wailing in pain.

Livonna, Kajira and Wolffang could only whimpering, hearing their leader's weep.

After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Dame Athanasia, the man in black masque finally stopped.

"I think now all of you are punished properly." he said, gesturing his minion to release the vampiress. Dame Athanasia slowly stood up from the table, still weeping bitterly, but got herself together enough to not to rub her bottom. She just looked down at the floor, trying to avoid the inquisitors gazes.

"Now you four better to run away from here and never come back." the man in black masque said. "And if I'll ever catch any of you again, this will be a walk in the park in comparison!"

Sobbing and whimpering, the girls ran away quickly.

It still was about some hours before then dawn, when Blood Moon Gang found themselves in the dark woods.

"Well, at least we are still alive and free." Dame Athanasia smiled through tears. "And now we knew, where to look for the crystal! Tomorrow night we will come again and finally get it!"

"Maybe not tomorrow, milady?" Wolffang asked carefully, gently rubbing her terrible sore bottom "Don't get me wrong, I'm all for implementation of you plans, but I'll prefer not to take any risks to get another spanking before I'll be able to sit down comfortable..."

"I wonder, why the portal closed right after it opened?" Livonna asked suddenly "And how did it happen, that the inquisitors didn't find the crystal? Did we just got spanked for nothing?" she pouted.

"I'm not sure. Maybe something fell into the portal, when I opened it... Ow! Ugh! This hurts so bad!" Kajira complained, rubbing her welted bottom "But that doesn't explain, what happened to the crystal. You held it, milady, right?"

"Yes, I took it right when we found it..." Dame Athanasia sighed. "I think I accidentally dropped it, when those dorks grabbed me. Maybe the crystal just rolled under one of the shelves? Do you remember, how it smells, Livonna?" the vampiress patted the werewolf's shoulder.

"Yes, milady!" Livonna replied proudly.

"At least we'll find it much quickly, when we'll make a second attempt. But yes, we won't return to this vault until we all will be able to sit down comfortable again!" Dame Athanasia winced.

They reached Dame Athanasia's castle right before the dawn.

When Dame Athanasia, Livonna, Kajira and Wolffang finally arrived to the castle, spent some time, nursing their badly sore bottom and complaining about their failure.

Only when she finally felt better at least a bit, Dame Athanasia decided to check her notes, so she went to her cabinet. First she didn't believe her eyes. She blinked once. Then twice. But the crystal they found and lost in the vault was laying right on her bureau, glistening in the candlelight. The vampiress couldn't help but laugh happily.

"Livonna, Kajira, Wolffang! Come here! I have a surprise for you!" she called.

The girls appeared quickly, still grumpy and rubbing their bottoms. Dame Athanasia smiled.

"It turned out that our punishment worth it!" she said. Her henchwomen gave her a puzzled looks. Dame Athanasia smiled wider and showed them the crystal. Her smile became even more wider, while she watched, how their faces changed.

"So this is why the portal collapsed so quickly!" Kajira said, smiling exactingly. "You dropped the crystal right into it milady."

"Yes, my dear witch. And now nobody knows that we have it! All turned out just perfect!"

"This was very painful perfection!" Livonna complained.

"No pain, no gain, my dear werewolf." Dame Athanasia smirked, making Livonna wincing. "Anyway, now we have all we need, and "Night Flier"'s construction is finally completed. We're leaving tonight!"

"I'll prepare the crystal," Kajira took the crystal from Dame Athanasia's hand and leaved. Wolffang followed her. Livonna shifted from one foot to the other.

"Milady, are you sure, we are not making a mistake?" she asked carefully "What if this expedition will be a point of no return for us?"

Dame Athanasia patted she-werewolf's head.

"Even if so, we'll face it together, my friend. And we will win this war."

Right before twilight Kajira started the ritual. She put the crystal at stand and cast a spell, awaking it's power. The crystal started glowing, and it's shining heated inside the air balloon, making it inflating.

Dame Athanasia gestured her revenants to open the gates. They started rotating the wheels, moving the massive mechanism. The castle roof above the main hall suddenly moved, opening.

"Everyone to your places!" Dame Athanasia commanded. "Good bye, earth! Godspeed!"

"Night Flier" slowly lifted off the ground and began to gain altitude. Dame Athanasia seated into a captains chair on a soft cushion. Kajira stood near the crystal, casting a new spell to make a tailwind. Wolffang took the helm. And Livonna went to the nose of the flying ship, taking the position of the lookout.

"Our destination point is the land of the Orcs!" Dame Athanasia said. "Off we go!"

The Spy Who Spanked Me

    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”

Perfect Disguise

The tall, raven-haired, pointy-eared woman smiled at the mirror, carefully keeping her lips closed. She wished for a moment she could actually see her reflection in it. But no matter. She looked down at herself, satisfied that the slinky green silk dress fit her perfectly.

“Excellent. Just excellent,” she whispered to herself, turning away from the mirror and striding out of the room with a regal gait. She had almost reached the stairway when there was a sudden growl, the rush of a pouncing beast, and then excruciating pain as something with fearsomely powerful jaws sunk its sharp teeth into her buttocks.

“AAAAIEEEEEEEE!”

Her high-pitched scream echoed throughout the castle. There was another bite (and another scream), then a loud ripping sound, and as the raven-haired beauty twisted around she found the whole seat of her dress had been torn clean off, uncovering her now distinctly reddened buttocks adorned with crimson bite marks.

Then her eyes fell upon the buxom she-werewolf, chewing on the large piece of green silk and looking very pleased with herself.

“Livonna!?” the brunette screeched, her red eyes flashing angrily at the she-werewolf.

“Yes, 'Your Highness'?” the smugly grinning wolf-woman shot back mockingly. “Don’t you like your new dress design? Oh, and what did you expect, sneaking into Dame Athanasia’s castle alone?” she giggled. “She will be very pleased when I bring you to her, I should think. Now come along, unless you want another bite!”

“You stupid mutt!” screamed the sore-bottomed brunette. “Did you lose your sense of smell as well as your wits? It is I, your mistress, Dame Athanasia! I disguised myself as Princess Maera to sneak into her castle, and now you’ve ruined it all!” She winced in pain as she clutched her wounded bottom with both hands.

Frowning reflectively, the she-werewolf carefully sniffed the green fabric in her mouth, then gulped in panic.

“But m’lady, your disguise… it was too perfect! I would never have thought it was you… Sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Of course you wouldn’t!” Dame Athanasia cried imperiously. “You would never think! I do the thinking! Did you ever try to think at all, even once? Oooh! Oh, my poor bottom!” Rubbing her bitten backside with an expression of exquisite self-pity, she rounded on Livonna again, red eyes blazing.

“Now go out and cut a switch! A long and flexible one… and bring it to me!

Now!”

Juan’s Spanking Spree

    Juan Lopez was surprised by the number of women who had asked him for a spanking since they saw, or heard, about him spanking his tenant, Belinda, for playing her music was too loudly in the middle of the night. There was Wendy Wilson, a short woman, barely five feet tall, with dark brown hair that flowed like a chocolate waterfall all of the way down to her big bottom. She confessed to Juan that she had spent way too much money on Christmas gifts this year. Her husband was unhappy about that and would had spanked her, but he was going to be out of town on a business trip for the rest of the month. When she told her husband, Mark, about the night she saw Juan spank Belinda, and how well he had blistered her bottom, Mark asked Wendy to ask Juan if he could do him a favor. The favor? To spank Wendy with her own paddle. A small paddle, the size of a ping pong paddle, but heavier, with Wendy’s name painted on it. Mark wanted Juan to blast her butt with that a hundred times, fifty per butt cheek. Juan agreed to do that, and by the time he was finished, Wendy’s ample ass was burgundy, her “sit spots” swollen and purple. After sending Mark photographic proof of Juan’s handiwork, Mark ordered her to go stand in the corner, and thanked Juan for a job well done. Glancing up to see Wendy standing in the corner, hands on her head, Juan had to admit, her badly blistered bottom certainly did look well done.

   Then there was the Thompson twins in Apartment 213, two beautiful raven haired girls with big blue eyes and bubble butts. They were two months behind in their rent. Juan hated to do it, but he told them he was going to have to serve them with an eviction notice. They had begged him to let them stay, that they had a check coming soon from their insurance company and would pay him as soon as they got it. Toni Thompson added, if he let them stay, he could spank them both for being late with the rent. Joanie Thompson HATED that idea, but Toni finally convinced her to accept a spanking, too. Juan gave them both bare bottom spankings across his lap. Toni went first to show Joanie it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be. Unfortunately for Toni, she was wrong about that, it was much MUCH worse than she expected. She howled and cried and pleaded for mercy the entire time she was across Juan’s lap. Joanie watched, horrified , as her sister’s ass turned redder and redder, but she actually took her spanking better than Toni, with barely a whimper. When Juan left the two girls, they were standing in front of a full length mirror, trying to determine who’s ass was the reddest. 

 

                               

   Dreama Bennett, the woman who had started Juan on his spanking spree, by suggesting he should spank Belinda, was currently across his lap, for the third time. He was spanking Dreama, because … well, just because she liked to be spanked. He gave her ass a gentle caress, It was as pink as bubblegum and warm to the touch. But before Juan was done, it would be crimson and as hot as a blast oven. That’s how Dreama liked it. He sent a sizzling slap into Dreama’s left cheek, causing her to yelp, “YOW! That one REALLY stung! You know, Juan, I was thinking … OW! … that night you spanked Belinda … OUCH! … after she closed the door to her apartment …. DAMN, you’re spanking HARD tonight … it sounded like you whipped her with a belt …. OWIE! …. did you?”

   As he continued to pepper Dreama’s plump posterior, Juan replied, “No, that was Officer O’Hara. She gave Belinda a choice, let Mary  spank her, or be arrested on a noise complaint. Mary told me she sometimes offers first time offenders that same choice. I feel sorry for any girl that chooses that option. Mary really tore Belinda’s ass up with that belt. She was merciless.”

   By this point, Dreama’s entire backside was bright red and smoking. Juan gave her one final fiery swat, and told her to get up. Dreama flew off of his lap, and began to hop up and down, her hands furiously rubbing her red hot rear, while moaning, “OHHHHHHH, you really sat my ass on FIRE that time! Thank you, Juan.”

   Later that night, while gingerly sitting on a stack of pillows, eating her dinner, Dreama began to think about what Juan had told her about Officer Mary O’Hara. She imagined she was standing before her, her bottom bare, as Mary slowly pulled her belt from her pants. Mary’s ice blue eyes twinkling, as  she says with a sadistic smile, “Bend over, Dreama.”

    Once in bed, while sleeping on her stomach, Dreama dreams Officer O’Hara has stopped her speeding down a country road. Taking Dreama by her hand she leads her into a nearby wooded area. Sitting on a bench in the woods, Mary takes Dreama across her lap, and sets Dreama’s bare buns ablaze. Then, Dreama watches, trembling, as Mary cuts some switches. Bent across the back of the bench, Mary tans Dreama’s hide, covering her entire backside with fiery red welts. Dreama wakes up in a sweat, and reaches back to tenderly caress her bare bottom, expecting it to be covered in stinging welts. And disappointed to discover, it was only a dream.
                                                                                END OF PART ONE