Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 38

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 38: Crazier Than Roberta?

Prince Lacroix's orders were to find Dr Grout, head of a mental institution and primogen of Roberta's own Malkavian clan. The institute was architecturally an old mansion owned by Grout, and as she explored, Roberta found dictaphone recordings that told his story.

A Malkavian vampiress apparently crazier than Roberta had been committed to the asylum, and had bitten and sired Dr Grout against his will. Grout had come to terms with his vampirism and was offered the post of primogen because he was more articulate than most Malkavs. His form of madness came in the form of voices, that warned him that Lacroix and other senior vampires were out to get him. Paranoia had made him stop turning up for vampire council meetings.

Roberta also found out that the most dangerous inmates had escaped in Grout's absence and were now knife-wielding obstacles to her search. The males were the most dangerous and had to be taken out with Roberta's fireaxe or her fangs. But with the women she could be more subtle.

One of Dr Grout's recordings said in his sophisticated voice: "Whatever mental disease has afflicted my female patients has increased their aggression but also raised their sensitivity exponentially. My attendants, before they were presumably killed in the mass escape, found that any one could be brought under control by taking a firm grip on one of their nipples. The pain thereof apparently overcomes their rage."

When Roberta encountered most of the women they were apparently oblivious to their surroundings, either weeping or laughing hysterically. To avoid their knife attacks, Roberta simply needed to sneak up behind them and grab one of their boobs. A hard nipple pinch and they would collapse to the ground screaming, and remain helpless till Roberta was well past them.

Only one of them was facing Roberta and alerted. She attacked the vampiress immediately, slashing the air with her knife. But no madwoman could match vampiric speed. Roberta dodged, knocked her opponent to the floor and straddled her. Then she took a firm grip of both nipples and pinched hard. The inmate yelled blue murder and dropped her knife. Roberta left her rolling around on the floor clutching her offended breasts.

The last opponent before Grout's inner sanctum was a male. Roberta wondered whether he would have a similar sensitivity in HIS gender-specific organs. As the madman attacked, she aimed a swift vampiric kick between his legs. He yelled, but the yell turned into a maniacal laugh, and he stood with his legs apart as if inviting her to do the same again.

Obviously the madness didn't work the same way with men. This one at least seemed to have some kind of masochism. It was tempting to kick him a few times for the hell of it, but Roberta didn't have time. She leapt at him, wrapped her bare legs around his waist and started to feed. The madman continued laughing, apparently enjoying this too. But the laughter became weaker and stopped as Roberta drank the last of his blood.

Again Roberta had the unusual feeling of being the sanest person in the building. She moved on to the ornate double doors to Dr Grout's private suite.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 37

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 37: Return of the Slaveghoul.

Roberta took the elevator to the fourth floor of the skyline apartments, keen to see her new haven. It was certainly better than the dump she had in Santa Monica. But better than the furnishings or decoration was the girl who was waiting for her there.

It was Heather, the redhead with thick spectacles that she had saved at the hospital, by letting her drink vampire blood. Since Roberta had not drained Heather first, the latter had become a ghoul, not a vampire. She was still human, and enslaved to Roberta now that the blood had had time to work.

Heather gushed at Roberta's arrival. She begged to stay and promised to do anything Roberta wanted. She wasn't immune to her new mistress' Dementation aura, but in her enslaved state she couldn't possibly think in terms of herself spanking Roberta - that would be insolent. So the effect was reversed. "If I'm disobedient or you're unhappy with me in any way, you can even spank me", she said.

"Redhead requires Roberta to roast rump?" asked the vampiress, puzzled.

"Yes, if I'm not perfectly obedient. Or even if you just want to. I love you so much, I don't care if you hurt me." Heather was desperate to be accepted.

Roberta suppressed a grin at her eagerness and said "Haven homeowner hates horrible Heather". But she couldn't stand the heartbroken look on the redhead's face. Roberta hugged her and said "Joking, jesting, japing!"

"Really? You really like me, and I can stay? I know I'm just a nerd and not very pretty." Heather was low on self-confidence, and Roberta decided to redress this right away.

"Gentle girl is good graceful ghoul. Submissiveness supercedes surfaces, so stop saying slurs on self. Pathetic put-downs punished." Roberta pulled Heather towards the green pastel couch and took down her jeans. The slaveghoul felt a thrill that she was going to be spanked for putting herself down - it showed in a double way that she now belonged to Roberta: she could be punished any time, and she was not to say anything bad about her Mistress' property (i.e. herself).

Heather willingly stretched herself over Roberta's lap. The vampiress' nimble fingers grasped the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Then she felt a cool hand stroking her bare butt for a second, followed by the first slap.

Roberta decided to make her slave's first spanking a light one. Restraining her vampire strength, she made sure the warm cheeks over her lap were reddening but not bruising. Heather panted and gasped. The stinging was physical proof that this pale beauty with the strange speech now possessed her and cared for her. The pleasure outweighed the pain fifty-fold.

"Slavemistress says slim sub is superb and special. Nevermore negate this note, naughty nymph!" Roberta emphasized this instruction by finishing with three harder smacks.

"Ow! Ow! Ouch! I won't, I promise! I'll never say bad things about myself again." Tears of gratitude and adoration welled up in Heather's eyes as she was lifted up and stood in front of her Mistress, panties still down and revealing that she wasn't a natural readhead. Her bottom was burning hot, but she had never felt so happy.

Roberta considered both giving and taking a little blood with her slaveghoul, but decided to leave that and any further intimacies for another time - Heather looked ready to swoon already! The vampiress reached forward and pulled up the redhead's panties and jeans for her.

"Haven here is Heather's home. Stay, sweet submissive slavegirl." With some regret, Roberta kissed her goodbye and departed for Dr Grout's asylum to carry out the Prince's orders. Heather missed her immediately.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 34

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 34: Voluptuous Venus

"Confessions" was another club favoured by Goths, like the Asylum in Santa Monica, but the proprietress was not a vampire this time. When Roberta walked up to the bar, the owner/barmaid introduced herself. "I'm Venus. Every new customer has to do a shot and tell me his or her naughtiest secret. That's what Confessions is all about."



Roberta had a hard time choosing. Should she say "Roberta & Rodriguez rogered resembling randy rabbits"? Or maybe "Sexy schizophrenic sister sought sapphic squirmings"? Finally she decided to 'confess' the effect of her Dementation power: "Pale princess persuades people to punish posterior, panties put off."

"Oooh, a spanking afficionado, huh?" asked Venus. "That's very naughty - and very exciting. It makes me want to put you over MY knee right now!"

Venus was very alluring, enough to appeal to Roberta's bisexuality. In particular, she had a lovely bosom, whose cleavage was well displayed by the top she wore. Roberta decided she'd like some private time with this 'love-goddess'. Since she was human, the spanking wouldn't hurt too much, and who knows what might follow?

"Confessing customer craves correctional care" she said. "Publican possesses private place of punishment?" Venus smiled delightedly and invited the vampiress to her private office.



"I've heard a lot of confessions, but you're the first penitent that asked for punishment" cooed Venus. "Take off that cowgirl hat and bend over my desk. And you said 'panties put off' didn't you?" She reached for the red undies of Roberta's stripper-cowgirl costume and pulled them down.

"Your cheeks are so white!" she remarked. "Let's put some colour in them." She began spanking lightly, causing Roberta much more pleasure than pain. Roberta thought she ought to be punished much more severely for her desire towards this woman. She had only just recently had sex with Nines Rodriguez, and before that, Jeanette. Have I always been a slut, she wondered, or has becoming a mad Malkavian made me act this way?

In any case, when Venus had finished spanking her and sat in her office chair, Roberta knelt in front of her and kissed the prominent cleavage in front of her eyes. Venus liked what was happening and removed her top to allow a more thorough job. Roberta suckled and nibbled the offered nipples, and kissed all over the lovely breasts she had admired from first sight.

Venus patted the kneeling brunette on the head. "Very sweet of you to pay such homage to me in my haven here. You have a great charm, honey - it's almost supernatural. Do you think you could put it to use for me?"

She went on to describe a Russian gangster that she was indebted to, and who extracted late fees from her in a way she couldn't abide any longer. "If you can solve my problem, you might get to worship all of me, not just the top half. Would you like that?"

Roberta nodded, and added this to her to-do list. On the way out, she stopped to dance to the techno music. Many guys, and girls too, wanted to dance with the beautiful cowgirl. But most of all they watched her bottom gyrating and thought (some for the first time in their lives) "Ooh, I'd really like to put that over my knee..."

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 29

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 29: A Jealous Damsel

Roberta walked to the Last Round bar downtown, keen to meet Nines Rodriguez as they had arranged. Loud techno music filled the place as she entered and headed for the upstairs bar. But at the bottom of the steps, an aggressive red-haired vampiress in a beret stopped her. "Are you the bitch Nines just spent the night with?" she demanded.

This was the Anarch's headquarters, and Damsel looked like a 1970's radical, by way of Bader Meinhoff or the Red Brigade. She belonged to the Brujah clan, as most Anarchs did. Roberta folded her arms and shouted back over the loud rock, "Roberta rejects rude redhead. Stand sideways from stairs, sister!"

"You fucked him, didn't you" raged Damsel. "Nines is mine, you mad Malkavian skank!" She swung a punch at Roberta. Our heroine grabbed the redhead's arm and a wrestling match ensued.

The male vampires and servant ghouls in the downstairs bar turned to watch. "Fifty bucks on Damsel", one shouted. And others: "I dunno, those Malkavs are crazy in a fight." "Damsel had better watch her tits".

Roberta heard the last remark and realised Damsel was wearing no bra - the shape of her nipples could be seen in the thin material of her t-shirt. The brunette reached out and pinched with all the vampiric strength she could muster.

The redhead's high-pitched scream drowned out the music. She started tearing at Roberta's top and yanking downwards on her bra so she could retaliate. The Malkavian twisted away to evade this, which brought her into a bent-over posture side-on to Damsel. Roberta's Dementation power kicked in, which made the redhead obsessed with spanking her opponent.

Damsel grabbed Roberta around the waist to hold her in place and pulled her already-drooping skirt further down. She was intent on humiliating her opponent in front of the cheering crowd. She began spanking with all her might.

With her head in an inverted position, Roberta looked left and saw the inviting sight of Damsel's crotch, dressed in tight jeans. She punched sideways and upwards with her right arm. The redhead lost interest in spanking suddenly, and with a screech clutched at her bruised labia.

The fight turned back into a wrestle. At one point Roberta managed to grab both the redhead's boobs at once and twist. But the brunette's brief panties gave her little defence when Damsel drove her knee straight between her bare thighs. It was Roberta's turn to grab her pussy in agony.

"Have you ever seen GUYS fight this dirty?" asked one of the spectators. "I don't mind booting a Sabbat in the nuts" said another. "But what about the female ones?". "Then I'm more intent on protecting my own."

The screaming was heard upstairs and Nines came down to see what the commotion was. By now, Damsel's shirt was ripped, exposing her boobs to the entire bar, Roberta's skirt lay on the floor and her panties had slipped to mid-thigh.

It was an entertaining sight, but Nines was not impressed. He grabbed both vampiresses by the scruff of their necks. The Anarch leader was older and stronger than the female combatants, and dragged them up the stairs.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 26

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 26: Negotiable Affection.

Where was a hungry vampiress to get a quick meal around Santa Monica? She could probably seduce one of the Goth girls at the Asylum nightclub, but it would take time and Roberta was famished.

As she crossed the street a 'working girl', attractive for a streetwalker, said "Hi honey. Looking for a date?"

"Perorate price pertaining to prostitution" asked Roberta.

"Er, what? How much? Well I don't get to do women often, especially ones as cute as you. How about forty bucks?" Roberta had been paid cash for many of the quests she had done. She could afford this easily, so she agreed. The whore wanted to go down a dark alley to 'do it'. What could be better for vampiric fast food?

In the lane beside the Asylum, the streetwalker said "Okay sugar, want your boobies pleasured or should I go straight down? But something tells me you like it kinky. You want mama to put you over her knee and spank you, right?"

Not this time, thought Roberta. She was in a hurry. "Come cuddle customer, callgirl" she answered.

"Okay, but no kissing on the lips". It was the last thing she remembered saying until she came to her senses much later. She didn't remember the sharp fangs entering her neck or the vampiress' bare thighs wrapped around her. Roberta drank greedily but left the whore enough blood to survive.

Just as she finished, a man came down the alley. It was vital he didn't see what was really going on, otherwise it would be a violation of the Masquerade, the vampire law of secrecy. Roberta didn't know what the punishment was for a first offence in that regard, but she didn't want to find out. So what would an obvious ho and another girl be doing in an alley?

Roberta pushed the dazed and insensible streetwalker down to her knees and yanked her own thong panties quickly down where they could be seen. Then, flipping her skirt over the whore's head, she pulled the kneeling woman's face into her crotch and began making moaning sounds.

The guy in the alley stopped and stared. "Hey, does it cost me anything to watch?" he asked delightedly. Roberta pretended to be too much in the throes of ecstasy to notice him right away. She faked an orgasm Meg Ryan style ("Yes! Yes! Oh yes!") then ran from the scene, pretending to be embarrassed at being caught in the act.

The whore was left kneeling in the alley, semi-conscious and unaware of the public show she had helped provide. The man said "Hey, while yer down there, girl...". Turned on by what he had seen, he was definitely in the mood, and unzipped his fly. Still under the swoon created by a vampiric feeding, the streetwalker opened her mouth on his suggestion.

Later on, she didn't remember this part either, but the man sure did. "The first time a ho forgot to ask for her money! She must have really enjoyed it" he bragged to his friends.

Roberta grabbed a taxi and asked for 'Downtown'. She couldn't give an exact address, so the cab dropped her off on the edge of the downtown LA area. As it turned out, it was not a nice neighbourhood. At all.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 19

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 19: A Pleasant Surprise

On returning to the floor above the Asylum, Roberta was not greeted by Therese as she expected, but by Jeanette. She was standing in the bedroom half of the room, with its heart-shaped bed and heart-shaped dressing mirror. This half definitely suited Jeanette, whereas the office half of the room was very 'Therese'. So where did Therese sleep during the day?

Not that Roberta was complaining at all! She had wanted to see Jeanette again, ever since Jeanette had zapped Roberta with a Dementation superior to her own, which filled her mind with lesbian lust for the naughty twin. As at their first meeting, the two vampiresses began flirting with each other. "Do I pogo-stick through your thoughts wearing nothing but a smile?" asked Jeanette coquettishly.

Roberta wanted to know what she did in Jeanette's fantasies. Her reply was "What all suede kittens do... on hands and knees, you lap up the milk of me... and we purr, kitten, like dragonflies buzzing around frog bellies."

Our heroine was even more turned-on, and wanted to make this real as soon as possible. But in the back of her mind, she thought some of these phrases were a little off, though not as mad as her own speech. Jeanette could also make a person overcome with erotic fantasies, as Roberta could (though hers were always the spanking kind). Everything suggested that Jeanette might be a fellow Malkavian, the insane clan of vampires. But she wasn't THAT crazy. Was she?

Jeanette slipped out of her clothes. She did it so quickly it was as though the clothes were teleported onto the floor, and the blonde twin stood instantly naked. "Come join me, baby girl" she purred, and taking charge, she set about removing Roberta's top and skirt. Roberta put up no resistance whatsoever.

As Jeanette pulled down Roberta's panties and made her step out of them, she said winsomely "I've so looked forward to this, my little tongue-tied beauty. And I can tell you have, too! As I recall, when we first met, you tried to make me spank you. I said I'd do it when it suits me. And now is the time. So get over my lap, sugar."

This wasn't what Roberta had in mind with Jeanette. "Preternatural power pushes people to prefer punishing posterior. Ditsy dame doesn't DESIRE derriere-dusting."

"Oh yes you do! You can't hide your erotic fantasies from me, duckling. You wanted to be spanked as a human, and deep down, you still do. Come on, if you want to cuddle up to me, do as I say."

Jeanette was sitting on the pink bed, and Roberta stretched herself nude over the waiting lap. The twin stroked her behind, making her shiver. She expected the first smack to come next, but what she felt instead was Jeanette's thin fingers burrowing down between her thighs to reach her pussy. The tips of fingernails gently stimulated her vulva, and she began gasping.

Just as the pleasure built up towards climax, the fingers were withdrawn and a hard smack landed on her bottom. Roberta's mouth opened in surprise - it hurt a lot, as a spanking from another vampire always did. But the state of pleasure she was in seemed to absorb the pain. More spanking followed, and the stinging blended with the ecstatic feelings from her mound.

With a giggle, Jeanette returned to stroking the brunette's pussy, again denying her an orgasm but going back to spanking when that seemed imminent. It drove Roberta mad with frustrated longing, as Jeanette kept alternating between pain and pleasure. "How much do you want me now, sweetie?" asked the blonde.

"Desperate desire drives damsel dotty. Voraciously vanquish me, voluptuous vampire vixen! I serve sillier sister as slave slut."

"Good, that's the state I want all my lovers to be in, whether they're boys or girls." Jeanette lifted Roberta up and rolled her onto the bed. Their bare bodies pressed together and they began kissing, writhing, caressing breasts, making each other squeal by roughly pinching nipples or labia. "Time for you to give me your lips and tongue, my mad little servant" demanded Jeanette after a while. "Then I'll give you mine."

When Roberta had licked the blonde to a panting, squeaking frenzy, Jeanette grabbed her ankles and pulled them upwards. Then, with a flash of fangs she descended between Roberta's upraised legs. Under the ministrations of Jeanette's expert tongue, it didn't take our heroine long to reach the shattering climax she had been begging for since the spanking began. The involuntary trembling of her pelvis made the bed shake, and her shrieks could be heard above the loud music in the club downstairs.

"Well?" asked Jeanette. "Give me one of your alliterative verses to tell me how good a lover I am." Roberta tried to speak, but only inarticulate sounds came out. Her adoring eyes spoke volumes, however.

Jeanette laughed. "As good as that? Then now's the time to ask you a favour. Just nod your head if you'll do anything I tell you to". Roberta's head went up and down vigorously.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 13

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 13: Finding Lily.

It was easy enough for Roberta to move around the hospital and blood bank. There were no guards on the lower floors. But there was no sign of Lily in any accesible area. There were locked doors, including a combination-locked freezer - a device she couldn't pick.

Hacking a nearby computer, she found a record of the freezer's combination. She punched it in and entered, and found it had a false back wall. A lever opened the secret door, and she found herself in one of the locked rooms. There was Lily, her wrists tied to her chair and groaning. She was easily recognizable from the photo Roberta had found in her purse.

On closer inspection, Lily had been severely drained of blood and was starving. She begged for blood and to be released. Roberta remembered that Lily's handsome progeny and boyfriend "E" had promised her the same oral pleasures he performed for Lily, if she found Lily and helped her. But Lily would have to agree. It was time to press her advantage. "Roberta releases ropes right-away if Lily lends lover's labial licking", she said.

A Malkavian is hard enough to understand at the best of times, and in her starved and delerious state Lily didn't stand a chance. To get her message across, Roberta began rubbing Lily's crotch through her jeans. Lily moaned, feeling pleasure without fully understanding where it came from. "Manfriend must manipulate Malkavian's muff mouthwise, making me moan. Pussy pleasure promised. Agree?"

 Lily squirmed as her vulva was manipulated by Roberta's slim fingers. "What? Anything, anything, just let me go." Roberta untied the ropes.

Released from bondage, Lily recovered her senses somewhat. "You're a Malkavian, aren't you? Thank you so much for letting me go", she said.

"Amorous Aussie asked assistance. Promised to pleasure pudenda pending princess's permission. Roberta requires Romeo's raunchy repayment."

"Aussie? You mean 'E'?" Lily frowned suddenly. "WHAT did he promise you? That's my boyfriend you're talking about. I feel like spanking you just for making the suggestion!"

Roberta suddenly gave an uncannily perfect impression of Lily's voice, saying "Anything, anything, just let me go."

"Yes, I suppose I did promise", said Lily grudgingly. "And I AM grateful to be free. All right, I'm starving! Let's get out of here and I'll let 'E' give you one of his pussy-lapping specials. Just once! Then it's hands off."

"Tasmanian's tongue tittilates temporarily" agreed Roberta. "Oral orgasm once only. Subsequently, saviour says so-long."

Lily smiled and took Roberta's hand, leading her out of the room where she had been imprisoned. "Both babes bid blood bank bye-bye" she said mockingly.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 9

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 9: Jeanette.

It was time for Roberta to turn to her most important task. Her orders from Prince Lecroix were to blow up a Sabbat warehouse. But the only person who knew where to find it was a Nosferatu named Bertram Tung. Tung was in hiding because the vampire sisters who ran Santa Monica had declared war on him. So Roberta headed for the twins' nightclub, 'The Asylum', to try to make peace.

As soon as she stepped inside, an alluring blonde kindred stopped her. "What do we have here?" she purred. "Another scrumptious young plaything straight out of life and into my club? You smell new, little girl, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed Astroturf."

Roberta flirted back, and managed to find out that this was indeed one of the twins, Jeanette. "I'm the name on all the men's room walls" said the blonde. "When I pout, the whole world tries to make me smile. And everyone wants to know, who... is... that girl?"

The only thing missing from Jeanette's banter was any mention of wanting to spank Roberta's butt, which was a first since she became a vampire. Roberta hoped to use this desire as leverage in getting Jeanette and her sister to call off the feud with Tung. But nothing was happening - Jeanette's interest in her seemed straight-out lesbian.

Roberta decided to use the active version of her Dementation power, as she had with Dennis the drug-dealer. She zapped Jeanette, willing her to enter a state of obsession with putting Roberta over her knee. It would probably hurt a lot, being spanked by another vampire, but the stakes were high. It could be worth it.

"Ooh, I felt that, little dove! And I wouldn't mind smacking your pretty posterior some time. But at a time of MY choosing, not yours. I've been using mind tricks much longer than you have."

Jeanette blinked, and Roberta was overcome with erotic visions - not of spanking but of her naked body next to Jeanette's, limbs writhing, breasts rubbing together. Then of hands exploring everywhere, moans and gasps. Next, they were '69', tongues exploring into crevices and tickling each other's clits until both were screaming in climax.

The vision passed and Jeanette stroked Roberta's hair saying "See? Don't teach your sexy young grandma to suck eggs, little neonate. And don't try it on my sister Therese either - she's as cold and barren as an iceberg. Bye bye now!"

Jeanette wiggled as she walked into an elevator and disappeared. Gasping, Roberta tried to follow, but the elevator button was evidently switched off remotely from somewhere. She was now doubly obsessed with Jeanette. The visions had filled her with desire, and their cessation left her frustrated and desperate. She not only wanted to discuss Bertram Tung, but another kind of tongue.

Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 8

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 8: Public Display at the Diner.

Vampiress Roberta was looking for another of her kind, named Lily. Lily's progeny and boyfriend "E" told Roberta that she was last seen at the Santa Monica diner, and had promised her certain sexual rewards if she was found, provided Lily agreed.

Roberta approached Doris, an older woman who ran the diner, and tried to express in her cracked Malkavian way what she wanted. "Finding floral female. Pale pretty princess." Eventually Doris managed to understand, and said Lily had left some things at the diner. But with her communication problem, Roberta couldn't persuade Doris to let her see them.

She decided to search behind the counter. Moving to the back of the diner near the public phones, she waited for Doris to turn away, then engaged her Obfuscation discipline. Roberta vanished from sight and climbed over the counter.

Slowly and carefully, she advanced invisibly towards the kitchen door behind Doris' back. Near the door she saw a purse. "Perhaps purse pertains to pursued person" she thought. Opening it, she found a photo that fit Lily's description, and a bail bond for one 'Rolf Toten'.

But Roberta was inexperienced with her new powers. She didn't know that the act of opening the purse would break her invisibility. She reappeared just as Doris turned toward the kitchen. "Hey, what are you doing there? Get out of it!"

Doris grabbed Roberta's arm and pulled towards the counter. With Doris' poor strength, it was like trying to drag a ten-ton statue, and she looked at Roberta apprehensively. There was a great danger of a Masquerade violation, so Roberta went limp. On Doris' second try she managed to drag Roberta out through the counter flap.

There were several customers in the diner. It was vital not to use any kind of vampiric strength or powers in front of witnesses. So when Doris began talking about rude young people needing a lesson, Roberta knew what was coming and couldn't do a thing about it.

Doris bent her over one of the tables and took off one of the firm slippers she was wearing. She flipped up Roberta's miniskirt and said "You need what I give my granddaughter when she acts up." In front of the customers, she began whacking the vampiress' behind, which was almost bare in her thong.

Doris was the weakest person to spank Roberta yet, but the hardened rubber sole of the slipper stung nevertheless. The laughter of the customers made her feel all the more embarrassed, but their presence made it essential that she submit. She could have snapped Doris like a twig, but instead just lay there enduring the old lady's humiliating spanking.

But she refused to cry out or beg for it to stop. Sensing that the punishment wasn't very painful, Doris decided to make the experience more embarrassing for this rude young trespasser. She grabbed the thong panties and pulled them down below Roberta's knees.

"Unfair! Undo undressing! Utilize underwear upwards!" protested Roberta.

"No way, missy. Your bare butt needs a good whacking." She carried on slippering her target for another five minutes before saying "Now get out of here!". Roberta stood up, briefly showing the customers that a vampiric pussy looks the same as any other. So much blood rushed to her face as she blushed, that she felt hungry again.

Roberta was glad to hitch up her panties and depart. She left with (1) the name Rolf Toten on a bail bond; (2) recollection of an email telling her where info on bail bonds could be found; (3) two reddened buttocks; (4) a red face at being exposed and spanked in public by someone whose strength she exceeded a hundred-fold.

Babette loves the torture chamber

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The little vampire from Skyrim loves the new playground in the assassins guild.

Avatar and Skyrim

Avatar - How Dr Grace Disciplines Her Team

As a member of Dr Grace Augustine's avatar team on Pandora, I wish to complain about her methods of discipline, which are not according to the company rulebook.

Two weeks ago, Dr Augustine was heard reprimanding her personal assistant for carelessly deleting some video logs. A few minutes later, I heard loud slapping sounds coming from the next room, and the assistant's voice shouting in pain. The door was locked, but Dr Grace emerged soon after, in her tall native avatar body.



I entered the room and found the assistant with red-rimmed eyes, and sniffing. When she saw me, she hurriedly replaced her panties and jeans, which had been removed. But as she pulled her panties up, I glimpsed a deep redness on her butt. She declined to talk about what had happened.

This morning, I was discussing this with a colleague, and I admit I used the word 'bitch' to describe Dr Grace. She was in her avatar chamber so I thought she wouldn't hear. Unfortunately for me, her avatar body was just around a corner. She heard me and dragged me into the same room where the previous incident took place. These blue native bodies are so strong I could do nothing to resist.

Without speaking, she tore off my trousers and pulled my underpants down to my ankles, then lifted me like a child and placed me across her knee. She then began to spank me very hard. The avatar hands are extremely large and covered my entire bare buttocks with each slap. It hurt more than I could have imagined, and I yelled and struggled to escape, but she held me in place firmly.



Finally, when my behind was red and bruised, she let me go. She simply said "Call me a bitch again!" and departed. I hereby complain on the following grounds:

1. The infliction of physical pain on company employees.
2. The humiliation involved in having one's pants and underwear forcibly removed, whatever one's gender.
3. The added embarrassment of being picked up and treated like a small child.
4. The fact that my present inability to sit down at my computer terminal impairs the efficiency of my work.



Skyrim Sacrifice

Movie Moments 1

Avatar - the naughty secret

The big secret on Pandora - Trudy Chacon the 'copter pilot meets Dr Grace Augustine in her avatar body at night. Grace found that the natives had a greater capacity for pleasure than humans. And that was valid scientific research, right?


Eowyn Proves She's No Man



A prophecy says no man can harm the Lord of the Nazgul. To kill him, Eowyn has to show it doesn't apply to her. So she takes off her helmet. The Nazgul says "So you've got long hair, what does that prove? I'm not scared of you!".

Eowyn shouts "Oh yeah? Well look at this!" and drops her armor. While the Nazgul is standing there wishing he was alive again, she shoves her sword through his head.

Right after this, King Theoden says "I recognize your (cough)... your face - Eowyn!"



Pirates of the Caribbean

Elizabeth Swann refuses Captain Balbosa's dinner invitation.

Suki's Sentence: Fourth Spanking

The paddling Suki had received as her third punishment had been so awful that she dreaded choosing the fourth official to give her her last spanking. Only the young postmaster had taken it easy on her, but she wasn't allowed to choose him again. She decided to ask for his advice on who to pick.

The postmaster had felt sorry for Suki when asked to deliver her first spanking, and a little fond of her. However, he had done his duty and smacked her bare behind firmly. When Suki came to him the second time, he suggested that her last punishment be delivered by his sister. "She's not on the list of approved professions, but it will be legal if the spanking is done under my supervision."

Suki didn't mind having him as a witness to her punishment and agreed readily. The postmaster's sister Karen however, when presented with the idea, snorted with derision. She could see that her brother liked Suki, and said "Don't think you're getting your little friend off lightly. If I spank her, I will spank her hard."

He warned Suki about this, but she felt safe knowing he would be there. At the appointed time, Karen ordered Suki to remove her jeans and panties completely, then made her wait half-naked while Karen made herself comfortable in the chair. Suki stood in front of brother and sister with her hands shyly covering her vulva.

Suki was made to lie well over Karen's lap, with her head near the ground. Unless she kept her thighs tightly together, Suki's most private parts would be well exposed from behind. And Karen wanted to humiliate her. She wanted to make Suki part her thighs immodestly - she had removed her victim's panties completely so that Suki's legs would not be trapped but could kick freely. Karen started spanking as hard as she could on the lowest part of Suki's bare cheeks.

Suki cried out and sobbed. She tried to preserve some modesty, and was waiting for the smacks to move higher, over the rest of her bottom, as they usually did. But Karen kept spanking the same low and central spot over and over again. Suki squirmed her hips, still keeping her thighs glued together at first. But as the relentless spanking hurt more and more, she became more desperate to wriggle away from it, and her thighs kicked wildly and seperately.

The postmaster was sitting partially behind her, and she soon had no more secrets from him. He shook his head sadly, but his sister grinned wickedly as she smacked and smacked the bare bottom lying over her lap.

When the spanking was done, Karen left the room, leaving her brother to comfort Suki. "It's all over now" he said as he hugged her. "No more spankings. You can hand the forms in to the court tomorrow. I'll drive you there if you'd like to stay with me until then." Suki thought that was a very good idea.

THE END

Suki's Sentence: Second Spanking

Once the stinging had died down, Suki was grateful to the young postmaster for making her first spanking as quick and untraumatic as possible. She had to pick three more people of minor authority to give her the rest of her sentence.

She chose a local woman doctor next. The doctor didn't want her patients in the waiting room to hear the inevitable squeals of pain or the sound of weeping coming from her surgery, so she told Suki to come at the end of the day. When she saw on the paperwork that the sentence was for having an open can of alcohol while driving, her face became very grim.

"When I worked in a hospital I saw the results of accidents caused by intoxicated drivers" she said. "You need a very sharp lesson, young miss!" She produced a slipper and whacked it against her hand.

"Please, I wasn't drunk!" begged Suki. "I had only just opened the can."

"The judge determines your sentence, not me" said the doctor. "And the law requires me to use any instrument I see fit, as long as it doesn't break the skin or cause deep bruising." Then, as if she was about to examine a patient, she said "Please pull down your pants and underwear to your knees!"

This spanking hurt far more than the first one, and Suki cried her eyes out. Her tears dripped on the doctor's carpet as her bare bottom was whacked very hard with the slipper. If only the postmaster could give her all her spankings! But the law required her to get them from four different people, to prevent that kind of leniency and favoritism.

She left the doctor's surgery with the signed paper, feeling very sore and sorry. She trembled to think she had two more such punishments ahead of her.

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 6

While they were students in Miss Geist's masterclass, the singers were not permitted to take part in any performances without her permission. The Mistress of Music wanted to have sole command of how their abilities developed. But Brian and Leanne both had a liking for comic musicals as well as grand opera, and secretly took part in an amateur production of "Kiss Me Kate".

Having such great voices they were cast in the two leading parts - actors playing Katherine and Petrucchio in Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew". One of the most famous scenes is when Petrucchio puts Kate the 'shrew' over his knee and spanks her, much harder than he was meant to. As a result, Kate can't sit down for the rest of the scene.

After the rigors of Miss Geist's discipline, Leanne didn't mind this at all, in fact she asked Brian to spank her very hard. The audience was impressed by this realism, and the local paper took a photo of the scene. That, of course, is how Brian and Leanne were caught out.

When they came to the next class, Miss Geist called them up to the stage and held the newspaper clipping in front of them. "Outright disobedience!" was all she said before fetching the cane from the cupboard in the wings. Then she turned to Leanne.
"Since you didn't mind being spanked in public, your punishment must be more harsh than that. Bare your bottom immediately." Quaking with fear, Leanne pulled down her slacks and underwear.



This was the most serious punishment Miss Geist had yet inflicted on students. Leanne screeched and cried as the cane put six long thin red stripes across her bare butt. Then Miss Geist made her turn around facing the class to watch Brian's punishment, without pulling her panties up.

Brian's penalty was exactly the same. He had to drop his jeans and underpants and bend over. The ferocious stinging of the cane made him grit his teeth for the first two. But he couldn't stop himself from yelling out loud at the rest of the strokes.



"Although you should not have signed up for that production" said Miss Geist, "you have made a comittment and will fulfil it. You will carry on with the rest of the performances."

The enduring thin welts on the two singers' behinds made the following night of "Kiss Me Kate" sheer hell for them. It hurt Brian just to sit down and pull Leanne over his knee in the spanking scene. As for Leanne, you can imagine what the spanking was like on her very sore bottom. She screamed and kicked so much that some people in the audience thought she was over-acting. But her distress was very real!

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 5

FLASHBACK:
Dr Rannveig Geist's harsh methods were based on her own sense of self-discipline. She had written her dissertation on Grotowski's dramatic company, which had lived with the rigor of Trappist monks or nuns and practiced extreme physical exertion.

And to make sure she excelled to the best of her ability, she had imposed severe punishments on herself for any slacking. But it was not part of her make-up to submit herself to any other person. Her dominant personality required that she apply these penalties to herself, alone.

One day during her post-graduate period, she needed to read a dull book, on which it was hard to maintain focus. So she devised a plan to make sure she could not do anything else - she locked herself out of the house naked with nothing else but that book.

The previous day, she had put her spare house key in a small bucket of water, and put it in the freezer. Leaving all her clothes and her main keyring in the house, she went out to the back yard with nothing but the bucket and the book, and slammed the self-locking back door.

Now, she couldn't go back in the house until the ice melted, and her nudity meant she couldn't leave the yard. There was nothing to do but read the book. It was a chilly day, and even this boring text helped distract her from her nakedness.
At one point there came the sound of someone knocking on the front door. "They'll have to go away" thought Miss Geist. But then came the unmistakeable noise of footsteps walking around the side of the house and opening the gate to the back yard.

Miss Geist made no attempt to hide herself, but stood up and put her hands behind her back. This was a discipline she had imposed on herself, and she would accept the consequences. Whoever was coming would see her, full frontal, and that was that. Paraphrasing Shakespeare, she thought "I have set my naked body upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die."

The face that came around the corner and looked shocked and startled was Elsa's. Elsa had been a music tutor when Miss Geist was an undergrad. She had recognized her pupil's genius and had kept in touch. "Rannveig, what on earth are you doing?"



"Making myself study. What are YOU doing, intruding in my back yard?"

"Surely this isn't necessary" exclaimed Elsa, "Get dressed before you catch your death!"

"I can't. And besides, I'm not your pupil any more, so don't try to tell me what to do."

Elsa continued fussing, and her naked former pupil walked to a young plant and picked a switch. "Elsa, I'm going to have to show you who's in charge here, at my own house."

It was on this day that Elsa realised how captivated she was by Rannveig's dominating personality. She obeyed when ordered to get out of her slacks and bend over.

Miss Geist, unencumbered by any clothing, was able to swing the green switch very hard at Elsa's panty-covered bottom and bare thighs. Elsa yelled again and again at the ferocious stinging that lashed her from her waist to the backs of her knees, but she didn't move.



"Now leave and let me return to my studies" said Miss Geist, picking up her book. "Yes, Rannveig" panted Elsa, rubbing her thighs desperately. And the pattern for their future relationship was set.

 ***

Not short of money, the postgraduate Rannveig Geist was able to buy an elaborate machine over the net from Germany. Controlled by a PC, it could swing a cane, switch or whip with varying strengths for a user-determined number of strokes. The time between strokes could also be fixed, or made random to increase suspense.

Whenever Miss Geist thought her work was not the very best she could have done, she would pull down her panties in front of it, and let it do its work. The machine could also vary its height slightly during the strokes, so that it covered her bare bottom with stripes. When she had programmed the PC with the number of strokes she thought she deserved, she would never move until they were done.

On one occasion, her dissertation supervisor pointed out that she had cited an old and discredited source of information. A little more work on research would have revealed the problem. Disgusted with herself, Rannveig disabled the height-adjustment part of the program, so that every stroke would fall on the same spot. She removed her skirt, set the machine for 24 strokes, turned around and tore down her panties angrily.

The first lash was the usual stinging pain, but the next ones were worse and worse. A nasty welt was forming across Rannveig's bare bottom, but the machine only continued to lash the same sore spot. It built up to absolute agony, and she began screaming. But she would not move until her self-imposed punishment was done.



When she went for an interview for her first teaching post, she swore that if she made a mess of it, she would find a way to turn the machine sideways, and spread her legs in front of it. With that threat in the back of her mind, she concentrated very hard on giving impressive answers. But such an awful punishment wasn't necessary - her brilliant career had begun.

Small wonder she thought nothing of giving her own students a simple spanking when they were not up to par!

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 4

Bernadette, who was one of the four singers spanked by Miss Geist on the first day, now had to take her turn as the 'star' of the great teacher's demonstration. She was to play Madame Butterfly, while her friend Chloe played the mezzo part of her servant Suzuki.

"I take it" said Miss Geist icily, "that you will cease using that absurd hair dye before applying for this or any other part on the operatic stage?"

"Yes, Miss Geist" said Bernadette dutifully but grumpily. She thought her hair was fine, and her singing was fine, and everything else about herself was fine. Then Elsa began the accompaniment and Bernadette launched confidently into the aria "One Fine Day". But Miss Geist soon stopped her.

"You are singing as though this were simply a happy, optimistic song. Only in the shallowest sense is this so. Ninety percent of the audience knows Butterfly will be betrayed by the lover she longs for, and commit suicide. Your performance must convey her vulnerability and isolation."

Bernadette tried again, but was soon stopped in her tracks a second time. "Your overconfidence is as garish as your hair" said Miss Geist. "I can think of only one way for you to convey Butterfly's vulnerability. Remove your clothes. Yes, all of them."

No student yet had talked back to Miss Geist or refused her instructions. Bernadette was on the verge of it, but the teacher's piercing gaze changed her mind. She began to strip, slowly at first. But when Miss Geist snapped "Hurry!" she practically flung off her bra and panties into the wings.

Now naked, she began the aria a third time. With the eyes of all the class on her, and her shocked friend Chloe right next to her, she had no trouble feeling vulnerable. A much more shy and soft version of the song emerged from her.

When she got to the words "I, without answering, hold myself quietly concealed a bit to tease him", there was some grinning in the audience. Bernadette felt even more exposed and helpless, and the emotion in her voice increased.

At the end - "Banish your idle fears, For he will return, I know he will return" - she broke down completely so the last two notes were broken by sobbing.

"Much better" said Miss Geist, "but never allow emotion to prevent a proper performance of the music." She gave Bernadette three quick smacks on her bare bottom. The stinging, on top of her embarrassed nudity, made her cry all the more.



The class felt sorry for the weeping girl, and thought Miss Geist was going too far. But then the stern teacher put an arm around Bernadette and began whispering to her. Nobody else could hear what she said, but the student recovered her composure quickly. Suddenly, everyone's sympathy was turned to jealousy of the private attention and inspiration Bernadette was getting. "Try it one more time. You may dress if you wish" said Miss Geist.

"No" declared Bernadette, and still nude she sang an even better version, emotional but still musical, that made everyone present feel enormous sympathy with the betrayed Butterfly.

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As the months went by, Miss Geist's unusual form of discipline created a bond among the classmates, which was clearly going to make them perform well as a group when they put on an opera as their final lesson. They came to accept their spankings as normal. One barrier was broken when a tenor, after singing Verdi's "Otello", admitted he had not worked on it hard enough beforehand, knowing what this would get him. He was the first student to be spanked in the over-the-knee position by Miss Geist, and bare. "Embarrassing but deserved" is what he and the class thought.



There was a subtle difference between the way the guys and the girls talked about the spankings they were getting. For the guys it was much more about Miss Geist herself. The women would say "I got a spanking for that" - the men would say "Miss Geist spanked me yesterday".

The girl who was most vocal in saying how good and right the spankings were, was Heidi. She was a bigger girl with a clear vocation for Wagnerian opera. She was always saying "We need a whacked behind to make us do our best!" When it was her turn to demonstrate, her resolve was put to the test.

Miss Geist had made the obvious selection, and chosen Heidi to play Brunhilde in "The Valkyrie". Jacques, a well-toned bass-baritone who went to the gym every day, was to play her father Wotan, king of the gods. It was the final scene, where Wotan condemns his favorite daughter for disobedience.

"You understood me fully" boomed Jacques. "I warned you of my rage if you failed. But no, you thought 'Wotan is weak'. A treacherous crime must be punished!"

Miss Geist gave her critique: "Your tone is strong, but I don't see your anger at being disobeyed. I don't see the need to punish." She went to the cupboard in the wings, and brought back an instrument Elsa the accompanist knew well - the cane. "Wotan always carries a staff" said the teacher, "take this one".

Then she spoke to Heidi. "This is not your fault, so I will not make you do this if you don't want to. Will you allow Wotan to punish you?"

Heidi was scared of the sight of that cane, but after all she had been saying to her classmates, she knew she had to agree. She nodded.

Jacques knew this had to be serious to appease Miss Geist. He ordered Heidi to remove everything below her waist. Then when he began again to sing the scene, he pushed her over to the lectern. At a particularly strong note, he lashed the cane across her ample bare bottom.



Heidi couldn't believe how much it stung, but she braced herself to sing her own part. As she protested that she had done what Wotan really wanted (but not what he had commanded) there was an extra desperation in her soprano voice as Jacques  continued to cane her hard. She was begging to be forgiven, as earnestly as any Brunhilde ever had in the history of the opera.

Heidi was incredibly relieved when they reached the part where Wotan admits that what she is saying is true. Jacques stopped the caning and embraced her as he sang his sorrow at being forced to imprison her.

"Farewell my valiant, glorious child! Though I abandon you, whom I love so, the laughing delight of my eye, a bridal fire shall blaze to protect you." Jacques and Heidi clung to each other ferociously as the music climaxed. It was a moving performance, but the amazing thing was that 'Brunhilde' was bare from the waist down, with several stripes across her behind!

 ***

Clips with the music, if you're interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aAuxoWjpVg
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTOh99f95rQ

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 3

None of Miss Geist's students had to learn a piece for her fifth lesson: the schedule said 'Guest demonstration'. The class was stunned when the guest turned out to be a world-famous tenor. He had been one of Miss Geist's first pupils, and such was his respect and gratitude toward her that he was not even being paid for his appearance.

He was going to sing the well-known aria from "I Pagliacci". At Miss Geist's request, he borrowed a costume - not a clown's big nose and feet, but a carnival costume. Miss Geist told the class that the opera's characters are taken from Commedia dell'Arte, a form of improvised theatre from the Italian renaissance, and very little to do with today's circus clowns.

Then the famed singer launched into his portrayal of the carnival comedian trying to laugh when he has just found out his wife is cheating on him - "Laugh, Pagliacco!". Elsa, Miss Geist's short blonde assistant, played the piano accompaniment.

The students were thrilled at this private performance, and few of them noticed when Elsa made a mistake in her playing. The singer's eyes flicked towards her for an instant, and so did Miss Geist's, but the performance continued.

Afterwards, the tenor took questions from the class. At the end, they applauded him warmly and filed out. When the auditorium was empty, Miss Geist went to a cupboard in the stage's wings. Elsa didn't need to see what she was fetching. Without hesitation, without being told, she pushed down her slacks and panties, and bent bare-bottomed over the piano. She said softly "I'm sorry, Rannveig".



Miss Geist flexed the cane as she stepped down from the stage with it. Without uttering a word, she brought it down hard across Elsa's unprotected behind. The teacher's sense of absolute pitch told her that the swishing sound it made was an E flat. The 'whap' as it struck bare skin produced a yell from Elsa, which was a C sharp.

Suddenly, they were not unobserved. The tenor, who had taken some time getting out of his costume, walked out onto the stage from the dressing room. His face showed no shock - he stood and watched impassively.

Elsa took her punishment without resentment. She was nearly ten years older than Miss Geist. But whenever she made a mistake, she was so distressed at letting down the great Mistress of Music (whom she alone was allowed to call 'Rannveig') she genuinely wanted to be punished. But this attitude didn't reduce how much the cane hurt. She cried out and sobbed as ten red lines were placed across her behind.



As Elsa pulled up her pants, sniffing and whimpering a little, the famous singer asked Miss Geist if he could have a word with her. Sitting on the edge of the stage, he began to set out his strange request.

"Seeing that little incident reminds me of being your student, Miss Geist" he said. "And it also reminds me of what a disciplined singer I used to be".

"You have gotten lazy?" asked the great teacher. "I suspected so, when I heard you today. You have lost precision and intensity since you were in my class."

"Exactly! Now that I'm so famous, nobody dares correct me. Directors accept whatever performance I give, and critics just gush praise no matter what I do. At this time in my career, I want to be getting better, not worse. You would never have let me get away with such laxity when I was your pupil. I need your discipline again."

Miss Geist's serious expression never changed. "How can I refuse your request when you have just assisted me, and asked nothing for it?" she said. "Remove your belt and hand it to me. You will stand up on the stage, and Elsa will be the audience. Since you saw her punishment, she shall watch yours."

The famed singer (whose name is being withheld for now obvious reasons) passed down his belt. He faced upstage and waited as Miss Geist mounted the steps. Unlike Elsa, he didn't take down his pants right away, but waited to be told to. He wanted to be commanded by Miss Geist, as he had been when he was her student. When the order came, he lowered his trousers and underpants quickly.

Miss Geist wrapped the buckle end around her hand and swung the heavy belt with full force. The tenor grunted as it made a smacking sound, leaving a broad red band across both buttocks. Elsa winced in sympathy. The second stroke was very low, partially onto his thighs, and hurt like hell. "What have I put myself in for?" he thought.



As she continued his thrashing, she told him. "I want you to remember this penalty, and know that if you are lazy in your singing and acting in future, you will have to return to me for a worse punishment". He replied through gritted teeth, "Yes Miss Geist!"

When it was over, the tenor rubbed his sore rear and thought "I needed that, but I sure don't want it too often!" He thanked his former teacher for her ministrations and departed for the opera house. His performance that night was universally praised - and this time it wasn't just 'blowing smoke' towards a famous singer. He truly excelled, giving one of his best performances.

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A version of the aria in this chapter:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hxonfpfuTY
However, the tenor in the story above is NOT Placido Domingo!

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 2

At the end of the first session, Miss Geist gave out a schedule, with details of the operatic scenes on which she would teach each lesson. It also had the names of those who would have to perform it, so they had time to learn the words and music. When they joined an opera company they would be contractually obliged to know the whole opera before the first staging rehearsal, so learning these short scenes was no problem.

And nobody was likely to be lazy about it, after what happened in the first lesson. Four singers had been given an embarrassing spanking on their underwear, just for being unimaginative, so nobody wanted to find out what Miss Geist would do to them for not being prepared for her lessons.

First on the list was a scene from Richard Strauss' "Salome". Rachel (soprano) had been chosen to play the title role, while Gerry (bass) was to play John the Baptist. Both of them arrived well prepared.

"This opera" said Miss Geist, "based on Oscar Wilde's biblical play, was banned for years in many countries, because it dared to depict a teenage girl as having a dangerous sexuality. Dangerous because it was mixed with power, enough to cost a man his head."

"Rachel, remember when this severe prophet emerges from his cell that he is a wild man of the desert. You find him sexy in a scary way, like the girls in teenage vampire stories. The difference is that Salome is rejected by this man, who has always practiced asceticism and self-denial. And she is used to getting her own way in everything. She is a spoiled brat."

"From your point of view, Gerald, there is no room in your mind for sexual dalliance, even when offered by an attractive young princess. Indeed there is no room for anything but the calling of your religion. With those things in mind, you may start."

Elsa the accompanist played the solid chords that mark the entry of John the Baptist from his dungeon. Gerry made a show of crawling along the stage then rising and blinking in the light. He began singing his condemnations of Herod and Herodias.

Rachel watched him with eyes wide. She took Miss Geist's hint and imagined she was someone like Bella, looking at a handsome vampire for the first time.

Then came the part where Salome dares to try seducing the stern desert prophet. She sang "I am in love with your body, Jokanaan. Your body is as white as the lilies of a field never mown. Your body is as white as the snow on the mountains of Judea. Let me touch your body."

Gerry's deep bass thundered in reply: "Back, daughter of Babylon! Evil came into the world by woman. I will not listen to you."

Rachel, kneeling, pounded her fist on the stage and kicked her feet in a teenage temper tantrum, singing "Your body is hideous, like the body of a leper."

The rest of the class laughed at this action. Miss Geist held up her hand and the music paused. Calmly, she said "Silence now. That was a good move and it is right that the audience should laugh. But for now, we have work to do."
Rachel resumed Salome's attempted seduction, reaching out and touching Gerry's head. "It's your hair that I love, Jokanaan", she sang. "The long black nights, when the moon hides her face and the stars are afraid, are not as black as your hair."

Gerry twisted his body away from her: "Back, daughter of Sodom, don't touch me."

Sitting down hard and pounding the stage with her fists again, 'Salome' sang with as much petulant conviction as she could muster: "Your hair is horrible. It is thick with dirt and dust. I don't like your hair."

Again the audience was grinning, but obediently stifled their laughter. Gerry was equally amused at Rachel's performance and had to concentrate on his proper breathing to avoid laughing.

Rachel went on, clinging even closer to Gerry: "It's your mouth that I desire. Your mouth is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory. Let me kiss your mouth, Jokanaan."

Gerry thought he ought to keep his acting on as high a level as Rachel's. So he pushed her hard, with a fierce widening of his eyes: "Curses on you, daughter of an incestuous mother!".

And that was where it all fell apart. Rachel fell down, and this, combined with seeing Gerry's flashing eyes, made her helpless with laughter. Gerry too couldn't hold it in any longer and began laughing out loud.



Some chuckling began in the rest of the class, but it quickly stopped. Down in the stalls, they could see the expression on Miss Geist's face, which at first the two giggling singers could not. It was a mask of fury.

No longer calm, she raged at them - "So you ignore my request for professional focus, and waste my time. Leave the stage!"

Worried but still laughing a little, Rachel and Gerry stepped down. They began to return to their seats in the auditorium, thinking they had been dismissed from the demonstration.

Miss Geist, who had followed them down the steps, shouted "Where do you think you are going? Bend over the edge of the stage with your pants lowered!"

Their hearts sank a little. It was clear they were going to suffer the same punishment as last lesson's quartet. They slid their jeans down to their ankles and leaned on the edge of the stage. But worse was to come.

Miss Geist reached for Rachel's panties and pulled them suddenly down to mid-thigh. "No!" shouted Rachel, but she didn't dare actually resist Miss Geist's punishment. She certainly wasn't laughing any more.

A glance sideways told Gerry what was happening. Surely that wasn't about to happen to him too! But then he felt Miss Geist's long fingernails at his hips as she grasped the waistband of his briefs. Then there was a swift downward pull, and he felt the cool air of the theatre, and implicitly the eyes of all his classmates, on his bared behind.



Miss Geist didn't move back to Rachel but immediately began smacking Gerry's bare bottom as hard as she could. It stung like blazes. Gerry kept looking straight ahead so the class couldn't see his face, deep red with humiliation and the effort to stay silent however much it hurt.

But there was nothing he could do. Everyone knew that walking out of this class would mean missing the opportunity of learning from the world's best teacher; and that whether they had her course on their CV could mean the difference between an appointment to a top opera house and none.

So he gritted his teeth and gasped now and then, until Miss Geist was satisfied and her strong left arm with its billowing sleeve stopped swinging.

Rachel by now was absolutely terrified. Her eyes welled up with tears even before Miss Geist started on her. The first smack on her bare bottom was more painful than she expected. It was such a childish punishment that surely, she had hoped, it wouldn't hurt a grown young woman that much. But she soon found that, at least with Miss Geist dishing it out, this just wasn't true.



She yelled over and over again, and squirmed about so much that her panties slipped down to her calves. Perhaps it was because she had started laughing first, or maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed she was getting a longer spanking than Gerry. "Please" she begged, "I'm sorry!".

The stinging smacks finally stopped. "Replace your clothing and return to the stage" said Miss Geist. "The lesson is not over."

As the couple mounted the steps, she added "The next people to fool about laughing will be on stage facing the class when I take their underwear down". The threat of such supreme embarrassment registered completely with the terrorised class.

Despite their still-burning posteriors, Gerry and Rachel tried to forget what had just happened and concentrate on their performance. Miss Geist began directing them on many ways to improve, both vocally and dramatically, and soon their minds were entirely on these technical and artistic matters.

Afterwards, none of the other singers teased the unfortunate pair. They were all aware that it could easily have been them. The girls told Rachel how good she had been in the part, and gave her the occasional sympathetic hug.

The other men said things to Gerry like:
"That was bad luck, being first on the schedule."
"You couldn't know what would happen."
"Come and have a beer, man, to steady your nerves."
"You've got a right to get completely Boris Yeltsin. The first one's on me!"
Of course, the unspoken subtext of all this was "seeing your bare butt means nothing to us straight macho guys".

As they were leaving, Rachel and Gerry caught each other's eye, and they exchanged a sheepish smile of mutual sympathy. Miss Geist saw this and whispered to Elsa, who was packing up, "One thing's for sure. If ever they are cast to play opposite each other during their careers, they'll have no trouble feeling a bond between them".

Elsa nodded, which was all she ever did when the great Mistress of Music spoke.

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There are several versions on youtube of the scene they're rehearsing above, but this one has the most vampire-like Jokanaan:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_sFH3q3Q50
The production is from Nashville, but don't expect any country & western singing! :)

Miss Geist's Masterclass - Chapter 1

[And now for something completely different... It's a long time since I wrote full stories with the art as secondary, which is how I first started, but the pictures took over. This story of a supremely dominant female begins very mildly for reasons of believability. But it will get hotter.]

MISS GEIST'S MASTERCLASS, Chapter 1.

FOR a young singer graduating from a Conservatorium of Music, only one postgraduate placing was a guarantee of employment by one of the world's great opera houses, and that was the masterclass of Dr Rannveig Geist. For every place in her elite group there were fifty applicants, and she accepted only the best.

Miss Geist's age was only 29 and she had not been an opera singer herself. But she was a musical genius comparable only to Mozart, and had written her Ph.D thesis on the Grotowski school of acting. She could teach singers musical and dramatic skills they could not get anywhere else.

A new group of conservatorium grads, ages ranging from 17 to 24, were chatting as they waited for Miss Geist to arrive. They were full of anticipation and the joy of just being there. They knew that if they could finish the course, great careers awaited them.

When the famous teacher arrived, they all recognized her long auburn hair and intense dark eyes from photographs. But they were unprepared for her imposing height, and the sheer presence invoked by her long-legged determined stride towards the front of the theatre. Her slim maxi-length dress was black, which was nothing unusual. Black was a traditional rehearsal colour, and over half the young men and women in the hall were in black track suits or black slacks and shirt. But none of the girls was wearing anything like the cut of Miss Geist's gown, with its long draping sleeves and puffed shoulders.

Following behind her was a short blonde woman, approaching 40. She followed like a puppy, scurrying to keep up, then sat at the accompanist's piano, in a corner below the stage. Miss Geist had no need to call for silence. Awe had killed any ongoing conversation as soon as she walked in.

"I'll save the orientation speech till later" Miss Geist said in her slight German-Scandanavian accent. "I want to get you singing as a group right away. You have all been given a set of musical scores. Locate your volume of Mozart ensembles and turn to the Recordare from the Requiem." Nodding towards the piano, she added "Elsa will lead you in."

The accompanist began playing the piano reduction of the orchestral score. But Miss Geist held up a hand and the music stopped. Pointing at a young man, she spoke sharply. "You in the Tenor section. Why are you looking at your neighbour's score? You cannot sing properly that way. Did your books not arrive?"

"I seem to have left that one behind, Ms Geist" he said nervously.

"My name is MISS Geist" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And what is YOUR name?"

"Thomas Havel, Miss Geist".

"Come forward, Mr Havel". She opened a cupboard in the wings and took out a copy of the book in question, as Thomas tremulously stepped up to the stage. "I have a copy you may borrow. But it will cost you. Face the class and show me how you bow at the conclusion of a performance."



Thomas turned around and bowed deeply. Miss Geist swung the book and whacked him hard on the behind with it. The class's reaction was to laugh, in surprise but also in relief from the tension of an awkward moment so early in the first lesson. Thomas coloured a little but grinned broadly. He accepted the book with thanks and returned to his seat. Nobody guessed what a salient pointer to the future this little incident was.

The music Miss Geist had told them to sing was really for just four principal singers. But they sang it as a chorus, each section choosing the line that suited their vocal range. At the end, their eminent teacher posed a rhetorical question: "Why does that piece NOT work with more than four voices? To demonstrate, I will have..." - she consulted a list and called the name of one soprano, mezzo, tenor and bass. The chosen students began to come forward. "Place yourselves as you think best, and signal Elsa when you are ready to start".

At the front of the stage, the four students stood in a line facing the class, concert style, and sang the quartet as best they could. All were competent singers and music readers. The result was technically accurate, but dull.

"Why on earth did you stand like that?" she demanded of the quartet. "Because the Requiem is not an opera? But you are training as opera singers. You should learn immediately why opera is superior to all other forms of music. Arrange yourselves as a cross, all of you facing inwards so that you are singing towards each other. And all of you LISTEN to what the others are doing. Now start again."

They repeated the work, which was like a relay, one voice taking over from another, then combining in pairs, then all together. Maintaining eye contact and concentrating on the others' voices as much as their own, they produced an interpretation full of nuance and feeling. The class broke into applause at the end. Everyone realised why they were in this masterclass. With one simple instruction, Miss Geist had improved the performance out of sight. Their awe of her was doubled.

This state of amazement goes a long way towards explaining why there was no outrage or protest at what happened next. Miss Geist commanded the four students to go back to the linear arrangement, facing the class, that they had initially chosen. "You had no idea how to give a good performance. You have come in here with a head full of cotton wool. But you will leave thinking like world-class opera singers. All four of you, pull down your slacks or your jeans!"

Under the force of Miss Geist's personality, and in a trance at just having sung better than they ever had in their lives, the quartet obeyed. The two men unbuckled their pants and let them fall, while one pair of female slacks and one pair of wide-hipped jeans were taken down.



Standing to the left was the mezzo-soprano who had sung the alto part. Miss Geist took up position behind and beside her, then spanked the seat of her white panties, hard. One, two, three, four, five, six smacks with her slender hand. The mezzo gasped in surprise at the first three with wide eyes, and went "Oww! Aaah! Ouch!" at the last three.

The tenor and bass were next in line. Their underpants were similarly spanked, making them frown in confusion, then grit their teeth as it began to hurt. Miss Geist's trumpet sleeve swung vigorously, and both guys were in no doubt she had a strong left arm!

The young soprano at the end had the most time to think, and to absorb what was going on. As Miss Geist stepped towards her she felt butterflies of fear in her stomach. She was wearing a long shirt, and the tall Mistress of Music tucked it up out of the way to smack the back of her pale blue panties. From the first spank, she gave a petulant "Owww!" in protest at the sting, a sound which rose in pitch as each smack landed. At the end of the six, her lower lip trembled as she rubbed her bottom.

 

"Back to your seats!" came the command. Four singers hastily pulled up their pants and ran for their chairs, doing up belt buckles only when they had sat down. Throughout the whole incident, Elsa had watched from the piano without expression. Clearly this little performance was commonplace to her.

"Listen closely" said Miss Geist firmly. "Opera is a dramatic profession. You must be able to play convincingly a buffoon like Leporello, or a slavegirl like Aida. Men, you may be lashed on stage like Mim in 'The Rhinegold'. Women, you may be tortured like Liu in 'Turandot', or brutally coerced and seduced like Tosca. The drama depends on the degradation of these characters. If you think of yourself as the dignified opera singer with chin held high and puffed-up chest, your performances will be pompous and ridiculous. While correcting your singing and acting techniques, I will knock all such pride out of you. As I have done for many famous names before you."

It was true, the students thought, Miss Geist's proteges were known for bringing great acting as much as musical prowess to the operatic stage. They were also known to be easy to get along with. None of them were stuck-up 'prima donnas' except in the original meaning of the phrase. Was this why? Were they all spanked by this tall imposing woman? And how far would it go? But the number of singers thinking that maybe they should quit the class was zero.


- Link to the music sung in this chapter, if you like that sort of thing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9kp6pI3Or4
(Nice drawings in this clip too).