by KajiraGames.
Chapter 4: Jack's Tutelage
Outside the theatre a bearded, piratical man laughed at Roberta as she came through the door. Well, not exactly at her, but at what had occurred. "And now they throw ya out, to be a babe in the woods. I'm Jack." He offered to show her all that being a vampire meant.
When she admitted that she hadn't fed yet, Jack laughed again. "Oh man, we're poppin' a cherry here!" He told her how to go about feeding and pointed her to a man around the corner who couldn't find his car.
Feeling hungry, thirsty, and like a drunkard who's been sober too long, Roberta leapt on the man. She wrapped her legs around him and began to draw the blood from his neck. Considering that her skirt was already in disarray, her feeding position left little to the imagination. Sadly, the man was too stunned to enjoy the bare thighs embracing him enthusiastically.
Roberta stopped drinking the man's blood before she had taken it all. Jack warned her about the Masquerade - she must not leave dead drained bodies with puncture marks lying around - people would talk. And she had no wish to kill innocents anyway. She thought she might deserve plenty of spankings as a wicked vampire, but she didn't want it to be for that.
She returned to Jack, who taught her about lockpicking, computer hacking, and even fighting. A vampire of the 100%-evil Sabbat got in their way, and Roberta took it down. Oddly, Jack seemed to grow more irritated with each of her successes. It was as if he was waiting for her to fail.
Eventually, things didn't go quite right. Jack told her that as a Malkavian she could use the vampiric discipline of Obfuscation, a partial invisibility. But she didn't use it correctly, and the Sabbat vampire he had told her to sneak past detected her. She had to fight and defeat it face to face.
Jack was waiting to pounce on her around the next corner. "Wrong, kid! Ya could get yerself killed that way. I'm gonna have to teach ya a lesson, fer yer own good."
The penny dropped. Now Roberta knew why he had been miffed at her successes. Affected by her own special kind of Dementation, Jack had been waiting for an excuse to spank her. He put his foot up on a crate, and bent her over his raised thigh. He pulled her half-falling skirt all the way down, baring her pale cheeks seperated by the thin string of her thong.
As he spanked her he gave her a lecture, punctuated by the beat of his slaps. "Hide. Yerself. Properly. Or you'll. Wind. Up. Fitting. In a. Ashtray." Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Ow! Ow! Hirsute hand hurts horribly. Desist dusting derriere!" Roberta begged.
"Ya gotta learn kiddo!" he said as he finished off with some harder smacks that made her howl.
Roberta pulled her skirt back up to its standard half-mast position and rubbed her bottom. "Tanned tush tingles terribly", she pouted.
Jack's lessons ended with him loaning her a gun to take down some human gang-bangers that were guarding their turf, right in their path. Roberta shot them without much problem, just as a cab arrived to take her to Santa Monica. She thought she'd rather like to keep the gun and tried to slip out to the taxi before Jack noticed. But moving with superhuman speed, he blocked her path. "No ya don't, honey!"
Needless to say, she was back over his knee again, this time with the thong panties around her ankles. Jack put more of his vampiric strength into the spanking, and Roberta wailed loudly. "Ample abject apologies!", she yelled. "Forgive, and forego further flagellation!".
It was with a very sore butt that she finally arrived at the Santa Monica haven that Lacroix had arranged for her. But vampires heal quickly.
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