by KajiraGames.
Chapter 12: The Bail Bondsman's Belt
One of Roberta's first batch of emails had been an ad for Arthur Kilpatrick, the bail bondsman, who boasted a database of local people who had been arrested. This was just what she needed. Her only clue to the whereabouts of the vampiress Lily was a bail bond in the name of Rolf Toten.
Arthur's office was in a dingy part of town, with many homeless men near his windows, one shouting about the doom of the world and calling for repentance. Roberta thought that if things went the usual way, she would end up punished for HER sins in a very direct manner.
She was not wrong. As soon as she tried to use the computer, Arthur was gripped by her Dementation aura. "Hey, that's my system, girlie! Who said you could just breeze in here and use it? You need your ass reddened."
Arthur was fat and oily. Roberta hated the idea of his beefy hand on her behind. Ignoring him, she managed to quickly gain the knowledge that Rolf Toten owned a distinctive red car that she had seen in the parking station. Then she made a run for it, but Arthur's large frame blocked the doorway.
If she drank him or otherwise attacked him, the bums outside might come and see what he was screaming at. The consequences of a Masquerade violation could be much worse than a spanking. So she sighed in resignation and said "Girl gives ground. Bail bondsman bops babe's behind? Proceed precipitously with punishment."
It took Arthur a few seconds to unscramble what she was saying, but it added up to an invitation to do just what he was longing to do. "Lift that skirt and take down your drawers. Now bend over the back of that chair" he ordered. Roberta obeyed, thinking this might be the most distasteful smacking she had had yet.
Then she heard a clink that meant she wouldn't have Arthur's fat hand on her ass after all. But it wasn't necessarily good news - Arthur had taken off his belt. This punishment was going to be less nauseous but more painful. "Bad girls get the strap where I come from" he said, doubling it over.
The leather hurt even more than she expected, as the big man lashed her naked bottom very hard. She yelled loudly, and after a few strokes tears welled up in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly, suspecting they might be tears of blood. "Yeow! Ow! Suspend strapping, stop such searing swats! Belt bare buttocks less brutally." She began sobbing.
Arthur wasn't a vicious man, and since her involuntary hypnotic aura was making him lash her for his own pleasure, he realised he didn't need to thrash her so hard. Her sweet bottom squirmed around just as much under lighter blows. So he eased off, and Roberta's cries subsided a little. But this meant that he didn't run out of breath so quickly - his flicking of the leather onto her red-banded butt went on for some time.
At the end, Roberta wiped her face before turning around. Feeling a little compassionate, Arthur said "Sorry kid, but ya gotta learn to respect other people's property. Most of my clients failed to learn that lesson. So I bail 'em outta jail, and if they skip I send a bounty hunter after 'em. Ya don't wanna go down that road, do ya?"
Rubbing her hind cheeks vigorously (a higher priority even than pulling her panties up) Roberta stammered "B-Bounty bailiffs batter bond-skipper's b-behinds?"
"Much worse than that, honey. But my present hunter's gone missing. If ya find him ya can use my database as much as ya like. I'll pay ya cash too." Sniffing, Roberta replaced her skirt and nodded. "You're OK, kid!" said Arthur sympathetically. "Good luck, and try to stay out of trouble. This town can do things to ya a lot nastier than belting yer buns."
Backside still blazing red hot, Roberta went to find Rolf's car. In the trunk, she found Lily's diary. The last entry said she was going to the blood bank to buy or steal some bags of the good stuff. With her vampiric recovery rate, the stripes across Roberta's bottom had gone by the time she reached the hospital.
