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..."

Babysitter's Blues

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!!!"

Window Trap

Dead Flowers

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! Mein Popo!!! AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!"

"Please don't forget to water the flowers next time... they need water to live!"

"AUTSCH!!! AUTSCH!!! Ja! Ja! AUTSCH!!!!"

Unhappy Morning

"AU!!! AU!!! AUA!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! AU!!!"

"And if I catch you oversleeping ever again, Miss Krüger, this will be a coffee to bed in comparison!"

"AUA!!!"

"And this is for..."

Bend Over, Belinda!

   Belinda was taking her nightly walk, a walk that took her past her boss’ house. The pretty German girl was thinking about how angry her boss, Molly McCray, had been with her today. Blaming her for their company losing one of their biggest accounts. And maybe it was her fault, but Belinda felt Miss McCray was being too harsh with her, and had hurt her feelings. She was doing the best she could. She loved that job.

    Belinda felt like crying thinking about it, when she heard a scream. Coming from Molly McCray’s house. She crept across the lawn, to the only lighted room in the house, and carefully peeped into the window. What she saw shocked her. Molly McCray, wearing just her bra, was bent across the back of a coach in her living room. There was a single red stripe branded across her creamy white bottom. Standing behind Molly, with a thick leather belt in his hand, was Mr. Wilson, the owner of the company they both worked for. MOLLY WASN’T JUST DATING HER BOSS, SHE WAS ALSO A FREAK! Belinda decided she needed to record this on her phone, so she could enjoy watching that bitch getting her big ass blistered over and over. Maybe she would even show it to her coworkers. Or post it on social media. 

     In less than a minute, Mr. Wilson had turned Molly’s entire bottom candy apple red. It made Belinda smile, seeing her boss suffer. “That’s what you deserve for being so mean.”, she giggled. Mr. Wilson then forced Molly to go stand in the corner, with her hands on her head, not permitting her to rub her crimson and swollen backside. “I bet her popo is on fire.” Belinda whispered, smiling mischievously.  Mr. Wilson then left the room, but Belinda kept recording her boss, hoping Mr. Wilson would return soon, to continue her punishment, when Belinda felt a hand on her shoulder!

     IT WAS MR. WILSON! “Follow me, young lady.”, he said, forcing Belinda into Molly’s house. Once inside, he called to Molly, “Molly, I thought I heard someone outside when I was … uh .. we were having our little talk, so I went out and caught this young lady hiding in the bushes. I think she was recording us on her phone.”

    Molly, now wearing panties, which did little to hide the fact that she had just received a hard strapping, came storming into the room, with her hands furiously rubbing her roasting rear. “THAT’S BELINDA!”, she shouted, “ That’s the stupid bitch that fucked up the Benson account!”

   “Oh, yes, Belinda. I didn’t recognize you in the dark.”, Mr. Wilson said, “Do you care to explain why you were recording me and Miss McCray?”

    “Uh, we’ll …” Belinda began nervously, “We live on the same street, so when I take my nightly walk, I go right past Miss McCray’s house. Tonight I thought I heard Miss McCray screaming, so I snuck up to her house, to check on her. Because I was worried about her. I had my phone out, to record what was happening in here, in case I needed proof to show the police. Then I saw it was just you two … doing what you were doing. I never knew Miss McCray was such a freak.”

    “I’M NOT A FREAK, BITCH!”, Molly shouted, her face as red as her bottom.

    Mr. Wilson turned towards Molly, giving her an icy look, “Molly, I don’t permit any of my managers to talk to MY employees that way. I think we need to have a discussion about that, after I explain to Belinda what we were doing. Belinda, Molly and I, well, we have a agreement, a sort of game. I stop by Molly’s house every Friday, when, based on how well or how badly the business Molly manages for me did that week, she gets either a bonus, or … well, you saw what happened tonight.”

   “Because of you, Belinda”, Molly snared, her eyes burning as hotly as her bottom, “Because of you, we lost the Benson account, our biggest account, and I got my … well, I didn’t get a bonus. I think we should fire her, Mr. Wilson.”

     “I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson,” Belinda pleaded, “ I’ll try harder. Please don’t fire me. I love my job.”

      Mr. Wilson thought that over carefully, before speaking, “Belinda, I do review my employees’ work weekly. And you were one of our best workers. I thought you would be a manager soon. But lately, your work has been sloppy, you’re making way too many errors. Costly errors. I don’t know why. But … maybe … you just need to be motivated to do better in the future.”

     Mr. Wilson then pointed at the coffee table in the living room. For the first time, Belinda noticed the items laying there. The belt Mr Wilson had just wore Molly’s ass out with, a metal ruler, a wicked looking wooden paddle, some implements Belinda didn’t even recognize, but they looked like they would be painful, applied to her backside.

     Belinda’s eyes grew wide, as she whispered, “Oh no. Not again.” she gulped and said nervously: “Do you mean, if I want to keep my job, I have to let you spank me … with one of these evil looking implements, Mr. Wilson?”

    “No, I’m not going to spank you, Belinda. Molly is your manager, it’s her responsibility to guide you.” Mr Wilson said, gently.

   Belinda couldn’t believe how quickly the events of this night had changed. Five minutes ago she was gleefully watching Molly getting her big bottom blistered, and now it was HER ass on the firing line, about to be sat on fire by that very same bitch! Hating to say it, Belinda said, “OK, I guess I did lose you the Benson account. What do you want me to do, Miss McCray?”

    Smiling a devilishly grin, Molly pointed at the same couch she had just been punished across, and said , “Bare your bottom and bend over, Belinda.” She then turned to Mr. Wilson, and handed him her phone, “ Belinda recorded us. I would like for you to record me. In case Belinda ever shows anyone her footage or decides to post in online.” She then gave her choice of implements some thought. She hated that damn paddle. It left bruises, and made sitting an uncomfortable activity for days. The paddle it was then! Thanks to Belinda, her ass was burning like a bon fire, it was time for her to return the favor. 

    She tapped the paddle lightly across Belinda’s bottom three times, then raised it high above her head, and slammed it full force across the German’s ample ass. Belinda flew off of the back of the coach, with a blood curdling scream, and began to hop up and down like a punk rocker in a mosh pit, her hands clasped to her rapidly reddening rear.

    After a few seconds of amusingly watching Belinda doing the bunny hop, Molly said, “Back over, Belinda, you’re got FIVE more swats coming.” Having been paddled so many times by Mr. Wilson, Molly knew EXACTLY where to aim the paddle to cause the most pain, and the longest lasting after effects.

    After the sixth and final swat, Belinda was a mess, crying uncontrollably. She slid off of the back of the couch, and fell to the floor. It felt like Molly had branded her plump posterior with a white hot branding iron. Mr. Wilson helped her to her feet, her legs trembling. He then handed her a cold can of soda, but instead of drinking it, she held it gingerly against her blood red bottom. After a few more minutes, Belinda had composed herself enough to pull her pants back up, pants that now felt two sizes too small. Mr. Wilson walked her to the front door, trying to comfort her, “Belinda, you took that paddling bravely”, he lied, “I hope that will remind you to be more careful in the future.”

    Belinda managed to smile, “Don’t worry, that’s one paddling I’m NEVER going to forget. But I’m worried about how Miss McCray will treat me in the future. She has a mean streak, and if she thinks I’m the reason she ever gets another spanking, she’ll take it on me when she returns to work.” 

      Mr. Wilson smiled at her reassuringly, “ All of my employees have my phone number, if you ever think Molly is treating you unfairly, call me, and I’ll .. have a talk with her. “ He then gave Belinda a wink and a gentle tap on her bottom with his hand, that made her yelp, and went back inside.

    Once outside, Belinda saw it had began to snow. Walking into Molly’s backyard, where she would be hidden in the shadows, Belinda lowered her pants, letting the freezing winter wind cool down her bare blazing hot behind. She stood there for a while, until she decided she best head on home. Passing by Molly’s living room, she gave a final quick glance into her window, and was shocked to see Molly was now across Mr. Wilson’s lap with a bar of soap clenched between her teeth. Mr. Wilson had a metal ruler in his hand. His hand was moving so rapidly the metal ruler was a shiny blur as it rained down a vicious volley of stinging swats to Molly’s deep red rear. Belinda would had loved to stayed and watched more of that, but the last thing she wanted tonight was ANOTHER spanking. Smiling, she headed home, happy knowing she wouldn’t be the only one at the office Monday morning having a hard time staying seated.

Farmer Brown and the German Brat

   “IT’S TOO DAMN HOT,”, Belinda shouted, shaking her tiny fist at the noonday sun. Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany was spending the week in a small southern town in America. Bored, she had decided to go for a walk down a unpaved country road. Passing a farm, she saw a stream on the other side of the farmer’s fenced in field. Seeing no one around, Belinda decided she would go skinny dipping. Paying no attention to the NO TRESPASSING! sign nailed to the fence, she climbed across it and headed towards the cooling rushing water.
    Halfway across the field, Belinda heard what sounded like a runaway locomotive headed towards her. Looking behind her, Belinda saw a massive bull charging directly at her. Frozen with fear, too scared to run, she felt herself being lifted, and flung across the shoulder of a giant of a man. The mystery man ran with Belinda back the way she had just came, and tossed her back across the fence. She landed forcefully, butt first, on the hard gravel road, and skidded into a mud puddle, soaking the seat of her grey sweatpants. The man leaped over the fence next, barely escaping with his life.
   The man gave Belinda an angry look that scared her. “Can’t you read, Girl?”, he said, pointing at the nearest NO TRESPASSING! sign, “My name is Johnny Brown, and this is MY farm. And that’s my bull, Blackjack. Blackjack will attack anyone who enters his pen. That’s WHY I have these signs posted every where. You could had gotten us both killed!”
    Belinda stood up, rubbing her damp derrière. “I’m sorry, Herr Braun.”, she whispered.
    “You’ll be sorry when I’m through with you, Girly”, Johnny said, taking Belinda by the arm, and leading her over to a nearby willow tree, where he cut and stripped a series of long thin branches. Then he ordered Belinda to follow him into what appeared to be a woodshed.
     “I think you need to learn a lesson today. If you see a NO TRESPASSING! sign on someone’s property, there’s probably a good reason for why that’s there. I’m going to teach you why it’s a bad idea to trespass. Drop your pants and bend across that sawhorse.”
     Belinda’s first impulse was too run away, but she remembered how easily this bear of a man had carried her across the field. He would have no trouble forcing her to do what he wanted her to. Plus, the last thing she wanted, was to make him any angrier than he already was. Having been switched before, she knew what the farmer was planning to do to her, and making him madder, could result in her getting a even harsher punishment. She started to shake with fear, when she saw there was a thick leather strap hanging by the sawhorse. Trembling, she lowered her sweatpants and bent across the sawhorse.
     Johnny wasn’t sure if it would be right to ask a strange woman to also lower her panties, but he smiled when he saw how brief Belinda’s panties were. Most of her plump posterior was already completely bare. And wet. He knew that would increase the switch’s sting. GOOD! Johnny wanted to set this German brat’s behind on fire, a fire that would burn for hours. He raised his switch high above his head and brought it down with all of his might.
     Belinda screamed.
   Farmer Brown’s switch raised welts all across the bawling blonde’s backside and even halfway down the back of her legs. The red welts painted across Belinda’s snowy white bottom reminded Johnny of a candy cane. But her bottom wasn’t nearly red enough to suit the farmer. He wasn’t going to stop until Belinda’s butt was completely crimson, and resembled a pair of swollen, overripe tomatoes.
    Belinda had once climbed a tree, to try to break into her ex-boyfriend’s apartment. She had fallen out of that tree and had landed, butt first, into a hornet’s nest. Wearing a thin part of booty short had offered her bottom scant protection from the hornet’s stingers, and she had been stung at least a hundred times before escaping back to her car. Each stroke of the farmer’s switch felt like being stung by a hornet. And burned. Every swat left a new line of fire across her already piping hot posterior. Belinda was about to pass out from the pain, when she heard her tormentor say, “OK, Girly, I think you learned your lesson.”
    Belinda flew up from the sawhorse, her hands clutching her hot as lava rear, and began to dance in circles, moaning loudly. Seeing she was now on the same side of the fence as the stream she was planning on skinny dipping in earlier, she ran past Johnny, and dived into the cooling water.
     Johnny, walked over to the stream, expecting the blonde to cuss him out, mostly with words he didn’t understand, but he was shocked when she looked up at him, with her mascara running down her cheeks and said, “I guess I deserved that, Johnny, I did almost get us both killed. Thank you for saving my life.”
   The farmer didn’t know what to say at first, but then what he hoped was the right words came to him, “I was fixing supper when I saw Blackjack was about to trample you. If you want to stay for supper, I’m having fried chicken, cherry pie and sweet ice tea. “
    Belinda smiled mischievous, “Ice tea? I would rather have an ice pack. Thank you. I will. But I’ll probably have to eat standing up. Can I go to the bathroom first to freshen up?”
    On the way to the bathroom, Belinda saw Farmer Brown had a mirror in his bedroom. She stopped in there to examine her burning bottom. Yep, it looked every bit as bad as she expected. When she returned to the kitchen, Johnny Brown had her a heaping plate of food waiting on her. And a pile of big fluffy pillows stacked up in her chair.

Belinda Comes out of the Closet

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

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

Seriously?

 

Bad Day for Belinda

...After a few hours, and two dozens of broken mugs, spilled coffee, customers getting angry after their orders have been switched or ignored, coffee being too light or too strong, Norris, the owner of the cafe was cringing: it was definitively the worse waitress he ever seen over the last 30 years, To be fair, he couldn’t remember someone being so clumsy in his entire life. It was literally being caught in a comedy movie.

But things finally reached a point of no return after Belinda spilling a mug of coffee over Mrs Anderson’s pants, and bringing her the wrong order three time, already. Mrs Anderson was a regular customer, and she couldn’t believer how bad Belinda was dealing with her, shrugging like it was nothing.

- My pants! My pants are ruined! The stains will never fade away!!

- How well, not a big deal, they were pretty cheap, not even 300£. No need to make a fuss over that!

Mrs Anderson gasped at the statement, looking at the rude girl in disbelief:

- You’re lucky to not be my daughter you would get a good spanking to teach you some manners!

Norris was watching the whole scene from the other side of the counter and couldn’t believe what just happened: that was it and it was time to take action. Moving from the counter he grabbed Belinda by the earlobe, forcing her down over the table.

- I totally agree! She need a good spanking! And she failed to get one from her parents, I’m gonna do the job!

Mrs Anderson grabbed Belinda’s wrists, pinning her down while Norris lifted her skirt:

- And I will gladly help! Allow me to give you a hand!

To Belinda’s shame, her creamy bottom was revealed, revealing at the same time her lack of panties, making her face flushing in red, a colour soon matched by her bottom.

Customers were gobsmacked by the show being put on. None of them stood up for poor Belinda, remembering how poorly she dealt with them before...

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.

 

The Spies and the Plans

 "So, it's you, the notorious Dame Athanasia?" the greenskin girl sipped a bit beer from her mug, "Well, nice to meet you personally. I'm flattered, that you found me worthy to help you in your 'quests'," she grinned. "But what such a mighty vampiress as you, may need from a humble orcess like me?"

"As I heard, Wolffang, you are an infamous burglar." Dame Athanasia smirked, showing a pair of needle-like fangs. "I need someone with the talents of a burglar. And as I heard, you need some money. I suppose, we may help each other. What do you think?"

Wolffang nervously looked at Dame Athanasia's companions - two fancy girls. A witch and a werewolf. She trembled a bit, but just made a big gulp and nodded. She really needed money. Terrible needed. And she really felt fluttered, when nobody else, but Dame Athanasia herself suggest her a deal. "I'm at your service, milady!".

Livonna, the werewolf, and Kajira, the witch, looked at each other, and she-werewolf chuckled. She didn't like, how easily Wolffang agreed to join their team and was even less happy about how flattering her mistress, Dame Athanasia, was, convincing the orcess to cooperate.

"Let's drink for the success!" said Kajira, raising her mug. Wolffang quickly clinked her mug to witch's. Livonna joined them, still unsure if she is happy or not, that their team got a newbie.

"So, what exactly do you need me for?" asked Wolffang.

"I need to get a map from the dwarves," Dame Athanasia replied. "As I know, it is keeping at their outpost near this town by the dwarven chieftain named Krang. So, I need you to picklock his parlor and get it for me. And then, if you would do this job right, maybe I will even hire you on an ongoing basis." she winked.

Wolffang smiled widely, "Oh, you can rely on me, milady!"

Soon all four young women went out from the tavern. Dame Athanasia stood in front of her carriage and turned to her companions.

"So, we need to get to the outpost before midnight. Turn into the wolf! Quickly!"

Livonna growled. She hated, when Dame Athanasia forced her to turn into her whole wolf-form just to use her as a sled dog or a riding horse. That was just humiliating! And, of course, she had now wish to be that humiliated in front of their new burglar.

"Do you want me to whip all this stupid pride out of you here and now?" asked the vampiress in intimidating voice, "Just turn into the wolf, and lets go! Or I'll make you an example of what happens to those, who dare to talking back to me!"

Livonna growled louder, but resignedly stood on all fours and howled out loud, when her body started completing the change. Few seconds later she turned into a large grey wolf. Vampiress smiled contentedly and harnessed her in the carriage. "Take your sits, ladies!" she commanded to the witch and the orcess, "Here we go! Wolffang, you'll be the coachwoman!"

"With a great pleasure, milady!" Wolffang answered, taking the whip. She really wanted to show her new employer, how loyal and painstaking she could be. And for Livonna it became a literal pain and mostly in her ass right from the start. The orcess was whipping the poor she-werewolf mercilessly all the way to outpost, being sure, that that would make her run as fast, as she could, and in the same time show Dame Athanasia all her diligence.

"Maybe we should ask her to be more gentle to Livonna?" Kajira whispered to Dame Athanasia, "Don't get me wrong, but all this howl can reveal us!"

"There are enough wolves in these woods. What is so strange if one of them would howl a bit more than usual?" vampiress shrugged. "And Livonna is used to this anyway!"

Finally the carriage stopped not so far from the outpost. Dame Athanasia ordered Wolffang to unharness Livonna and turned to Kajira.

"Now hide my carriage with your magic. It better to be here, when we will return with the map," she smiled, "I don't like... Oh, Darkness, what's going on?!"

The witch and the vampiress looked at each other, hearing a loud swearing. "Greenskin bitch! That whip was just to show your status, nothing more!", "Oh, really? The only bitch here is you! You're a mongrel after all! And as a coachwoman I had the right to whip you, to make you move that fat furry ass of yours faster! And now shut up, or I'll give you some more lashing!" "Bitch! I'm gonna cut your heart out with a spoon!" The witch and the vampiress turned around and saw, how the orcess and she-werewolf, who returned to her usual half-human half-beast form and now rubbed the whiplash welts on her plump bottom, angrily stared at each other, almost ready to start a fight. "Shut up you two! What the Darkness is going on here?!" Dame Athanasia shouted. The girls turned to her, still angrily gazing at each other. "This thieving bitch whooped me so bad! There was no reason to strike me so much and so hard! Now I am tired and all in pain!" Livonna complained, pointing at Wolffang. "She was running so slow, that I had no other choice, but give her few strokes with the whip just to encourage!" Wolffang replied. Dame Athanasia shook her head. "Bend over this roadside fence, now!" she shouted. Scared girls mumbled and bent over.

Few seconds later a loud swishing of a riding crop and a girlish screaming could be heard far away around. "You two better to keep in mind, that I will not tolerate any misbehaviour, when it comes to my plans! Your stupid rivalry can wait, until we will get the map! Am I making myself clear?" Dame Athanasia spoken in stern voice giving her companions's upturned bottoms a stinging stroke of the crop at each word. She didn't stopped, until they both started weeping bitterly, apologising, begging for mercy and promising, that they won't start any arguing again. Satisfied, the vampiress threw the crop into the carriage and turned to the witch, who was still gazing at their now very sore and sorry companions. She-werewolf and orcess rubbed their now very sore bottoms, angrily looking at each other, but too scared of another punishment to continue their quarrel. It was quite obvious, that each of them is pretty sure, that it is her opponent's fault, that they got this whipping.

In the dark of the night four girls sneaked up to the dwarven outpost and stood under the high wall. Dame Athanasia turned to her companions. "Now let's split. Kajira, you would climb on the wall with me. We will watch, if someone would patrolling the courtyard. And you two," she nodded to Livonna and Wolffang, "You will get into the parlor and get the map! Hurry!"

All the girls took each other by the hand and Kajira whispered a spell. Suddenly they just got off the ground and levitated at the top of the wall. Livonna and Wolffang nimbly got down onto the courtyard, while Kajira and Athansia stayed.

Livonna and Wolffang looked at each other angrily. "Don't even dare to think, that you can just overstep me!" she-werewolf growled, "One wrong move, and I'll familiarize you with my claws and teeth much closely, than you would ever wish!". Orcess nodded. She really wanted to impress her new employer, so she wasn't happy about her wolfish partner at all. Especially after the spanking she received because of her. And now this hairy beast could ruin all her performance! She couldn't let it happen. And while Livonna was sniffing the air and looking around for guards and shadows, Wolffang was looking for any trap she could kick her partner in crime into. And finally she noticed one. So she pushed the button and quickly stepped into shadows, while unsuspecting Livonna was crawling near the wall to the nearest door.

Suddenly the loud tocsin thundered over the outpost, and right from the ground a tall metal figure appeared. The automaton - tireless and relentless dwarven guardian. An enchanted mechanism. It detect the she-werewolf quickly and figured out a solution even quicker. Wolffang hurried to climb back over the wall, watching, how the metal guardian caught Livonna by her bushy tail and raised her rear end high in the air, while raising a whip by it's other hand. The she-werewolf howled in fear and struggled, but all was useless. Powerful machine easily kept her in position. The first crack of the whip blowed over the outpost, and the wolfish howl became much more moanful.

The dwarves quickly appeared from the casern and stood up, looking, how their mechanical guard was dealing with the intruder. Livonna was squirming and howling, wagging her plump buttocks, which were turning more and more red and sore under the strokes of the whip. She could not escape, she was trapped. Dame Athanasia, Kajira and Wolffang hided in shadows over the wall, watching their companion's terrible fate. And the dwarves were just enjoying the unexpected show, not noticing the girls on the wall.

"Very impressive!" said a mighty dwarf in armour with a chieftain regalia, "These automatons really are just perfect guardians! I suppose we don't need to interrupt this!" he laughed and then turned to his adjutant, "Well, since we got an intruder here, I suppose I'd better to bring the map to the more safer place. To the city, I think. Get my carriage ready in the morning! We're leaving at the dawn!". "Should I command our Best soldiers to prepare to marsh?" the adjutant asked. "No way! The guarded carriage would look much more suspicious. It would be just like we're saying 'Dear bandits, here is something valuable! Would you like to come and check it?'. No. Just me and you, my boy."

He had no idea, that three pair of a very sharp ears were catching every his word. Dame Athanasia smirked. "Well, this will be even better! We will just rob this priggish dwarf right in his travel! Alright, girls, let's get out of here!". "And what about Livonna?" Kajira asked carefully. "We can't help without being noticed anyway," the vampiress shrugged, "Let's hope, she'll get away and join us later." "Yes! After all, this is her own fault, that she got in such a position!" Wolffang nodded. Kajira gave her a look full of suspicion, but said nothing. The girls were preparing to levitate down, when the skirt of the witch's mantle suddenly stuck between the bricks. "Oh, Darkness! Not now!" the witch cursed, trying to free her clothes. Probably she said that a bit too loud, or stand out from the shadows for a second, but the automaton surely noticed the intruders over the wall. It couldn't do anything to catch them or warn the dwarves about them without scaring them away, so it choose the simplest decision. And automaton just spun poor howling Livonna like a throwing hammer and threw her right into her partners in crime, striking them all from the wall.

Screaming, the girls fell right into the river, and before they could come to their senses, the rough river carried them away.

Far away from the outpost, where the river slowly became wider and gentler, the girls, all soaking wet and deadly exhausted, finally could get to the shoal.

"Ugh! My beautiful dress!" Wolffang lamented, "And all because of this clumsy stupid mutt!" she looked at Dame Athanasia, being almost sure, that the vampiress will allow her to punish her rival. "Because of me?!" Livonna wept, "It was you, wasn't it? You activated that damned machine!" she growled. Dame Athanasia, who was even more angry, but too tired to punish anyone, just shouted: "Shut up you two! You both screwed up and now we are in the middle of nowhere, wet, hungry and with empty pockets! If you will continue this stupid arguing, Kajira would sent your stupid asses on fire literally! Kajira, dear, would you?" the vampiress looked at the witch. Kajira, who lost her mantle, but somehow kept her hat just nodded. She also was too exhausted to use any powerful magic, but she was pretty sure, that her partners in crime couldn't knew that. And Livonna and Wolffang gasped in fear, shutting their mouths.

It were still few hours before the dawn, so the girls just set up a camp right at the river side. They build a fire and hung their clother over a tree branch to dry them out. Livonna just lied down on the grass, sobbing and weeping. Her bottom was dark red and badly welted after the whopping she got from the automaton. Her partners in crime sat near her. Dame Athanasia looked at her companions.

"Well, I didn't got the map, but all is not lost yet!" she said, "As we know, the dwarven chieftain would make a travel to a dwarven city nearby. Without any guards. A perfect victim! I'm recognizing this part of the river, so I know, where we are!" she gave weeping Livonna an annoyed gaze, "Stop sobbing! How dare you to interrapt me! Kajira, please, do something to make this she-wolf shut up!" Kajira nodded and took a bowl of a river water. She whispered a spell and pour it out over Livonna's terrible sore buttocks. "I was never good in healing magic, and now I'm surely not in my best shape, but this should help even a little bit," she whispered to she-werewolf.

And while the witch was trying to relieve the she-werewolf's suffering, the vampiress continued the explanation of her new plan. "There is an inn not so far away. The most important thing is that it is the only inn for a miles around. Krang would have no choice, but stop there to have a rest! And there we will get him and the map! Damned! Livonna, if you won't stop these annoying moanings, I surely will give you a good switching!"