by KajiraGames.
Chapter 36: Shipboard Shenanigans.
Roberta's main job for Prince Lacroix could no longer be put off. She thought that if she delayed any longer, she might get a full spanking from the Prince's sherriff - and one smack from him on her behind was more than enough!
So she made her way back to Santa Monica where there was a boat waiting to take her out to the Elizabeth Dane. The big cargo ship contained the Ancaran Sarcophagus, the center of Lacroix's attention. The whole crew had been murdered, so the boat was crawling with police. The Prince had promised that if she could bring back a full report without hurting anyone or attracting attention, she would get a nice new haven in the Skyline Apartments.
Roberta climbed the railings and immediately encountered the first of the police guards. She let loose with her active Dementation, which was certain to make him want to spank her then let her go.
But this cop mixed the idea with preconceptions of his own. "For Christ's sake, don't they teach you anything at that newspaper of yours. If you want to sneak in and get the story, at least wear a disguise. You could blow the whole arrangement I have with your editor."
It was true, Roberta's stripper-cowgirl costume didn't exactly blend in. "Participated in press party previously, journalists' jolly jamboree. Cowgirl costume consistent with carnival capers." It was the best excuse she could think of.
"Well your costume party could cost me my job, you dumb broad! Bend over, I'm gonna spank those over-exposed cheeks of yours before I let you in."
Whatever arrangement this bent cop had with the press could clearly work to her advantage, and she was forbidden to attack anyone here, so it was obvious what Roberta had to do. She bent over submissively for the inevitable.
The punishing urge brought on by our heroine's Malkavian power was tinged with real anger, so it was a hard spanking - for a human. The cop swung his arm back and smacked the bare skin exposed by the brief red panties as hard as he could. Roberta gritted her teeth to endure the stinging for a while, but then couldn't help letting out a few "Ow's" and "Aah's".
The cop became worried that one of the others would hear her - just when the urge to take her panties down had hit him. Fear won out, and with a frustrated sense of business unfinished, he stopped spanking and told Roberta where she needed to go to get a view of the Sarcophagus.
Roberta sneaked into a security cabin. The corrupt cop had radio'd the man guarding it, and drawn him away. She used the security cameras to get a clear view of the Sarcophagus itself, and stole the ship's manifest. Job done, at only the usual cost of a smarting rear end.
Back at the Prince's penthouse, she reported in. "Boat business began by blistering babe's butt" she complained. "Coffin caper cost clobbering from cop." But she handed him the ship's log and the police report.
The Prince approved, and asked her to follow up with a visit to an insane asylum. But in the meantime, he gave her the keys to her new high-class apartment as promised. When Roberta got there, a nice surprise was waiting for her...
