Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 1

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 1: The Embrace

"He's really, like, deep - you know?"  That was what Roberta thought of the strange young man she met at the Asylum nightspot. He spoke in cryptic phrases that at first seemed non-sensical, but a moment's thought and she could see what he was saying.

He kept her fascinated to hear what he would say next, so when he suggested they "retire to my domicile, repair to my lair" she said yes right away. It wasn't very salubrious, and she had a moment's pause, seeing the handcuffs attached to the foot of the bed.

"The girl constrained, ecstatic writhings against wrist-metal" he said, as if this was an explanation.
"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" asked Roberta. But it was a loaded question. She had read "Fifty Shades of Grey" and knew that its first draft was in the form of Twilight fan-fiction. She had found it so exciting she had felt a little guilty.

As if he knew her thoughts, the now bare-chested youth looked intensely at Roberta through his darkened spectacles. Her head seemed to reel and she began giggling uncontrollably. "Hurting should be tasted only a little, young wine that you are. Come, place yourself in the position of naughtiness."

He sat on the bed and , still laughing, Roberta stretched herself along it so that her hips were across his lap, face down. As her seducer adjusted her clothing, he described what he was doing: "Skirt fabrics, so mini and easy to invert, now folding upwards towards giggling shoulders. Two fair cheeks revealed by thin thong. I will thing a thong and draw it downwards to knacks of bees - that is, backs of knees."

Roberta found it hilarious that her bottom was bare, and her laughter doubled as he began to spank her, each cheek in turn. It stung, but not badly. As the spell of Dementation wore off and her laughter subsided, she made no move to escape. It was no longer funny, but it was erotic and sensuous. Her giggles turned into moans and gasps.

Then she experienced a different pain, on her thigh. Her lover had leaned down and punctured her skin with thin white fangs. Confused, she thought it was part of the same sexy game of mild S&M she had found herself playing. But then she became dazed again, not laughing, but sleepy and dizzy as the blood left her.

The vampire stopped drinking and returned to spanking her. "Yes, I'm a bad girl, teach me a lesson" Roberta begged.

"My voices told me you craved punishment, girl-kine, even though I see only a little naughtiness in your past. You must indeed learn lessons. And perhaps they should go on forever." He returned to draining her blood, then back and forth, drinking and spanking.

Nobody ever died of such a mild hand-spanking before. But when her last drop of vitae was gone, Roberta died over the vampire's knee. In a swoon, she never remembered that he was also feeding her with his blood. Blood that belonged to the Malkavian clan of vampires. It carried with it insanity, but also insight.

And so it was as a childe of Malkav that the vampiress Roberta was born, still being spanked over her sire's knee.