by KajiraGames.
Chapter 25: A Gangrel Gentleman
After setting the bomb's timer. Roberta had three minutes to leave the Sabbat's warehouse/railway compound. She ran downstairs towards a back door. It burst open as she approached, and a vampire attacked her. It lashed out viciously, but Roberta responded in kind, knocking it down.
Knowing she had limited time, the vampiress didn't stop to finish her enemy off, but kept running. She dodged another Sabbat vampire and knocked down a third, running up metal steps and jumping onto a boxcar. Now she only needed to follow the railway line to get back to the platform where she had entered.
As she ran up a plank to the old railway station, the Astrolite went off behind her, blowing the warehouse to smithereens. Not even vampires could survive the conflagration, so Roberta was not pursued.
Or was she? A white wolf ran along the roof of a boxcar and leapt down near her. She had glimpsed the wolf before, at Santa Monica beach for example. Then the wolf morphed into a tall man in a long brown coat, red eyes, tinted glasses and obvious fangs.
"Warning! Werewolf!" screamed Roberta and backed away. But the man introduced himself as Beckett, a vampire of clan Gangrel, which had some shapeshifting and animalistic powers.
Beckett asked her if she had blown up the warehouse and laughed at her denial. "Well I wouldn't want to be the 'real saboteur'. The Sabbat will be hunting her, for sure." He looked genuinely concerned for Roberta's safety, and she wondered how long he had been watching over her.
"You have a strange form of Dementation, young Malkavian. If I weren't so much older than you, I would give in to its influence, and put you over my knee. You deserve it, considering the trouble you're getting yourself into. But I am ancient, and beyond your mental powers."
To her surprise, Roberta felt disappointed. His smooth voice soothed her and his eyes, although strangely coloured, seemed benevolent. The implication that he might spank her to keep her out of trouble, apply some 'tough love' truly for her own good, made Roberta feel warm and a little turned-on. For the first time since her ill-fated sire, she had met someone whose lap she wanted to be across, whose hand she wanted to feel punishing her.
She told Beckett all that had befallen her, the whole chain of events since Prince Lacroix had let her live in exchange for carrying out his tasks. Beckett shook his head in disbelief and exasperation at the mention of Lacroix's name. "Well there's nothing a newborn fledgling can do when in the grip of the imperious leaders of the Camarilla. But you've gone about things in a silly and dangerous way, childe. You must be more careful!"
"Teach me a lesson, Beckett", she asked, and then realised with a start that she wasn't talking mad Malkavian gobbledegook in his presence.
"You mean that in two ways, don't you, young one? I can see that your Dementation power comes from your desires. Indeed, I have much to teach you. But first, as you wish, I shall punish you for your recklessness." He gently lifted her, and carried her across the platform to a bench, sat her on his knee momentarily but then flipped her over into the traditional spanking position.
He didn't smack her hard. It was just enough for a symbolic punishment. He wasn't merely patting her bottom - it was a real spanking, but barely hard enough to hurt. "Your new life can be eternal, and it is therefore precious, little vampiress. You must not risk it unnecessarily."
Roberta didn't answer - she had her eyes closed and was almost in a pleasant trance. So Beckett flipped up her skirt and spanked her two cheeks, bared by her thong panties, a little harder. "Do you hear me?" he asked in a firmer tone of voice.
"Yes, Beckett, I'll try." She was conscious that he was using only a fraction of his strength and could seriously hurt her bottom if he wanted to, but he was spanking her because she wanted and needed it. His benevolence made her want to be completely submissive and to obey him.
"Then keep yourself safe, childe. I don't want to see your unlife snuffed out. You have great promise. Do you understand?" He finished with two harder slaps, one on each cheek, which made her yell "Ow! Ow! Yes sir, I'll be careful." Then he lifted her and turned her over again, seating her on his lap with his left arm around her shoulders.
Beckett was a historian, and told her much about vampire lore and politics as she leaned her head against his chest and listened. Then he gave her a platonic kiss on the forehead and sent her off, telling her it was safest to report to the Prince as he had ordered.
Back at Santa Monica, Roberta felt happier than she had for a long while. But also hungry. It was time to feed.
