by KajiraGames.
Chapter 20: Officer Chunk.
Roberta was completely ensorcelled with Jeanette after getting the best orgasm of her life, rolling around on the twin's heart-shaped bed. She promised to do anything Jeanette wanted. It was a very odd mission - the blonde wanted Roberta to get into an art gallery at night and slash all the paintings.
She thought this a little childish. Wouldn't vandalism be a petty thing for a vampire to stoop to? There must be something more to this than met the eye. But Jeanette was Jeanette, and Roberta would do anything for another night with her. So, armed with the knife the twin had provided, she set off for the Gallery Noir.
There was a convenient alley leading to a back entrance, but a very tubby guard (aptly named Chunk) blocked her way. He told her to leave... "or I'll be forced to radio this in."
Roberta had developed a standard tactic for guards - use her Dementation which always made them give her a spanking; then either they would let her do what she wanted or she would partially feed from them and leave them dazed. But did she want to be spanked by this fat guy? And she probably couldn't drink enough of the blood in his large body to weaken him sufficiently.
"Entering this private alley is a code 902", Chunk continued. "I'm afraid that makes you an offender, Miss, and I'm authorized to deal with the situation." Dementation was doing its work. "I could have you jailed, but I've found that young women prefer to pay a more direct penalty, to me personally. I guess it's the uniform. You'd be surprised how often the girls say 'Can't I pay for my naughty behaviour in some other way, Officer, sir'? "
Then Roberta remembered the medical orderly at the blood bank, a weak-minded twerp. Chunk seemed even dumber, so she used the same tactic on him - a good strong blast of the active form of her 'spank-me' Dementation. It sent him into a fantasy. As he reeled in a daze he narrated what he was experiencing inside his head.
"You want me to punish you personally, on the spot? All right, Miss. I'll sit on the car park rails here. Now come and lay yourself across my lap. That's it. Don't worry, you won't fall off. My thighs make a broad platform, I know that. It's because I developed my leg muscles playing football. Well, to be honest, fantasy football."
Roberta thought this was amusingly ironic, since he was about to deliver a fantasy spanking. In reality she was leaning against the gallery wall, waiting for it to play out. Chunk was also oblivious to the fact that his belly was so large, there was really no room for a girl to go over his lap.
"Trespassing is a serious offence, so I'm going to have to spank your butt bare. It's no good protesting, you've been a bad girl and that's that. So I'll just lift this little skirt of yours. Jeez, there's hardly any material in your panties. I could smack both naked cheeks without taking them down. But bare is bare, and I have to stick to the letter of the law. Even if it's only Chunk's Law - 'How to deal with female offenders'. It requires me to pull your underwear down exactly to the level of your knees - no higher and no lower.
"Now this is going to hurt your bare buns, little Miss. You'll probably cry, but you have to remember you did the wrong thing and must pay for it. Here it comes... And another... And another... Try not to yell so loud, people on the street will come and watch. I don't care if they do, but it'll be more embarrassing for you. I hope these hard smacks will teach you not to trespass. Your ass is getting redder and redder.
"I kinda feel sorry for you, seeing your tears and hearing you sob and plead, but it's my sworn duty to guard the premises. Just a few more smacks... There, it's over, you can stop crying now. Stand up. Yes I know it hurt - it was meant to. Now remember, going where you shouldn't be, means a painful bare-bottom spanking. At least, it does if Officer Chunk is on guard. Whoa! You should have pulled your panties up before turning around - you're showing me your girl-parts. I guess I'll be a gentleman and hide my eyes."
Roberta, who was of course fully dressed and giggling through the whole episode, skipped off towards the gallery's back door while Chunk put his face in his hands. "Have you adjusted your undies yet?" he asked.
Roberta called back from half way up the alley - "Panties placed properly, portly patrolman. Still struggling to straighten skirt."
"Okay, I'll keep my eyes shut a bit longer" he replied as she began to pick the lock.
