by KajiraGames.
Chapter 33: Princely Punishment
The penthouse of Ventrue Tower looked like it was transplanted from Renaissance Italy, with its paintings and complex decorations. When Roberta walked in wearing her new stripper-cowgirl costume, Prince Lacroix sat at his desk with his Sherriff beside him. The Sherriff was the huge Gangrel vampire who had executed Roberta's sire.
"Ah, the Malkavian neonate whose life I spared, despite her unauthorized siring" said Lacroix. "A pity you've repaid my mercy with such disrespect. When you enter the territory of any Prince or primogen, you're supposed to announce your presence and pay your respects immediately. But my spies tell me you've spent most of your time with those annoying Anarchs, and even working for them."
Roberta tried to appease him by reporting her success at blowing up the Sabbat warehouse, at the Prince's orders. "Secret Sabbat site smashed to sky-high smithereens. Evil enemies' enterprise exploded."
"That's good" said the Prince, "but it doesn't excuse your rudeness, nor consorting with my opponents." Lacroix was well aware that his desire to spank Roberta's butt was caused by her Dementation power, and with his many centuries came the power to resist it. But he didn't WANT to resist - in fact, giving in to the temptation promised to be quite pleasant.
"As I said when I first saw you, kindred of the Camarilla need discipline. And that's what you should have. I want you to get up on my desk and bend over." Lacroix intended to make a humiliating show of spanking her, up high in front of the brute standing beside him.
Roberta was irritated but afraid of these two senior vampires, and reluctantly climbed up to assume the position. Just like her previous panties, the red underwear that formed part of her costume left little to the imagination and covered very little of her bottom. Lacroix set to work spanking the two revealed white cheeks.
The Prince had been in Napoleon's army. A vampire that old has a lot of strength, and Roberta cried out with each smack. After about ten slaps she began begging him to stop. "Pretty please, Prince, postpone punishing poor posterior. Spanked sweetie swears servitude."
Without ceasing to spank her, Lacroix said "Well as a matter of fact I have another job for you, investigating a ship. And you can prove your loyalty by reporting to me on what the Anarchs are up to. But if you double-cross me, you'll have to deal with the Sherriff here. I'll let him give you one smack as a sample of what that will be like."
The Prince stepped back, and the Gangrel came forward. He swung back his arm, and his large hand slapped across both Roberta's near-nude buttocks at once. The impact knocked her forward and off the desk. With vampiric dexterity, she turned it into a somersault and landed on her feet. But she began kangaroo-hopping about the ornate penthouse, holding her butt and crying, it hurt so much.
Lacroix was not moved by her tears, but with his politician's insincere 'people skills' he pretended to be. He hugged Roberta, saying "It's all right, your punishment is over now. You be good to me, and I'll be good to you. Isn't it better to do as your told?"
Roberta leaned against his chest and nodded meekly. But she too was being insincere. She wasn't fooled by this devious aristocrat for a second. In the lift on the way down she thought "Pusillanimous princeling's pretended petting proved particularly pathetic. Despot's devious domination demands downfall." She intended to spy on the Prince for Nines and the Anarchs, not the other way around.
