by KajiraGames.
Chapter 3: A Theatrical Trial
Prince Lacroix had proclaimed a meeting of the Los Angeles branch of the Camarilla at the Nocturne Theatre. Since all vampires were told they were members of the organization, whether they wanted to be or not, it was well attended. The primogens of the various clans were there. Very reluctantly, even the Anarchs who despised Lecroix and the Camarilla, had turned up.
Roberta and her sire were pushed to their knees on the stage, and only then were the stakes removed from their hearts, freeing them from their paralysis. The Prince began making an imperious speech, reminding the assembled vampires that no kine (humans) were to be embraced into vampirehood without the Prince's permission, on pain of 'final death'.
Roberta's sire was pushed forward, and a huge vampire of clan Gangrel, the Prince's Sheriff, swung a mighty sword and decapitated his victim. With a flash of orange fire, the Malkavian's skeleton became visible, and then crumbled. Then the Prince moved on to Roberta, who was weeping at her loss.
He began talking about the problems of a new kindred without his or her sire - it seemed most important to him that such a vampire would not know the laws they must obey. Then his voice began to falter. "All kindred must have.. umm.. discipline. I therefore feel this new childe must be disciplined. Er... And it should be physical discipline."
A little uncertainly, he moved behind Roberta and pushed her head towards the stage so that she was kneeling with her bottom up. The enforcers had done a poor and hurried job of pulling her skirt back up - it hung low, exposing her skimpy panties. Still sounding a little dazed and unsure, Lacroix continued: "So I shall personally chastise this neonate before..."
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" The shout came from Nines Rodriguez, a prominent Anarch, cutting off the Prince from pronouncing Roberta's death sentence. Everyone in the theatre stared at Prince Lacroix, whose arm was raised to deliver the first smack to Roberta's upturned buttocks. The Tremere wizard and the baron of Hollywood, even the hideous Nosferatu, sat with raised eyebrows. The Anarchs sneered with contempt, showing that this was the behaviour they expected from aristocratic scum like Lacroix.
"If Mr Rodriguez will allow me to finish. This childe must be taught obedience before I... release her." Lecroix had sniffed the political breeze and shifted ground, attempting to appear magnanimous. But his determination to give Roberta a thorough spanking, a wish he had never harboured before, was unabated.
In front of all the assembled vampires, Roberta was spanked long and hard by this Prince of the Ventrue clan. She squealed and struggled, but the enforcers who had captured her held her still. A bespectacled vampiress named Therese grinned delightedly in the front row as smack after smack resounded in the fine acoustics of the theatre. Damsel, an Anarch vampiress in a beret, seethed in fury. Velvet Velour, dressed in sexy strippers' attire, rubbed her thighs together excitedly and wished she could touch herself more thoroughly.
It hurt more than her previous spankings, and had the added humiliation of an audience. Roberta was relieved when the Prince had satisfied himself, and dismissed the meeting. He took her backstage and lectured her on vampire law and obedience. Her bottom still burning, she nodded her assent when he told her to go to Santa Monica.
"One more thing" he said. "I'm not stupid. I know what happened out there. I was affected by your Dementation aura. All Malkavians have it. But I've never known it to compel anyone they meet to spank them. That's new."
Roberta spoke up. "Punished posteriorly pending the procedure of procreation. My sire, smacking my sit-upon, simultaneously supplied the sanguine syrup."
"Spanked throughout the dark embrace? I suppose that explains it. But I don't appreciate being manipulated in any way. If I hadn't given my word... You are dismissed." The Prince walked away, and Roberta tottered unsteadily out of the theatre's stage door. Her skirt was still hiked half-down, like a visual invitation to back up her special form of Dementation. It was to remain that way, placing her panties on show, for a long time.
