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 2

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 2: The Camarilla Disapproves.

Vampire Roberta woke on the bed, with her insane sire sitting and watching her. "Notice the newness of the night, my naughty neonate" he said. "The blessings of blood boil boisterously in your body."



She tried to reply, but words formed a tangled web in her mind. When she forced her lips to speak, a verbal soup came out:  "Vampiric vivification is vested in me? Sound the sooth of such sayings, my sire sans sanity."

"Post punishing your pretty posterior, rich red rivers ran, bleeding between us bothways. Spanked and sired simultaneously. Name me your name. Remembering rigorously, it's Roberta, right?"

Again, she had difficulty turning thoughts into words, even saying her name. "Router. Robot. Rabbit. Robert. Redbutt."

He cackled briefly. "Right! Rationally, Roberta Redbutt you remain."

But this cracked discourse could proceed no further. The door splintered and broke, and two vampires rushed in. One threw a wooden stake at her sire, the other plunged one into Roberta's heart. For a moment, having heard all the tales of vampires, she thought her new life had been cut very short. She expected to turn to dust. But instead, she felt completely paralyzed, yet conscious.

One of the newcomers addressed her sire. "Were you too mad to see this coming, Malkavian? Even you crazies know you don't get to sire anyone without Prince Lacroix's permission."

The other leaned over Roberta's helpless form. "Hey, he's picked a pretty one. Those Malkav's are usually drawn to weird-looking kine. As weird-looking as him."

His friend joined him. "Yeah, nice curves too!" He began to fondle and squeeze Roberta's breasts. She felt the unwelcome caresses, but could do nothing to shield herself, or even protest. Like a doctor confirming a diagnosis, the first vampire enforcer did the same.

"Shame she's gotta be dusted" he said, as he shifted his groping lower down. Immobile, Roberta couldn't struggle, moan or cry as fingers stroked her inner thighs, then manipulated her vulva through her brief thong panties.

Then a puzzled look came over both her tormentors, as if foreign thoughts were entering their minds from some unknown source. Slowly, one said "I want to...."

"...spank her?" said the other. "I don't usually go in for that sort of thing but, yeah, that's what I was thinking. I don't know why." They rolled her over onto her front.

"Get that skirt out of the way, pull it down."

"Those undies don't cover her cheeks at all. This'll be easy." When they began smacking her unprotected behind, Roberta felt it. It wasn't sexy this time, as it had been with her  sire, who was now paralyzed and unable to come to her aid. Her mind screamed (not with pain, it wasn't that bad) but with humiliation and indignity. What she had given feely to her vampiric progenitor, these two were taking, against her will. But the scream could not come out.

They both had a turn belabouring her cheeks, making her new epithet "Redbutt" a literal reality. Then they both shook their heads, as if throwing off a clouding of the mind. They looked at each other sheepishly. "Let's not tell the Prince about this".

"Agreed. I wouldn't normally be interested in giving some neonate kindred a spanking. Something came over me. Anyway, once they've been tried, neither of these mad Malkavs are going to be going around telling the tale. Let's get them to the theatre."

Gollum and the Elf-maidens

Arwen thinks Gollum is cute...

But she can't turn her back on him for a second!
(See earlier blog entries for why she's naked in the woods)




Gollum fails at spying on the elven girls bathing.



The red-haired elf-maiden called Gollum an 'ugly little toad'. The others thought she was being rude and un-elflike. So they chained her out for Gollum to play with. They laughed as she yelled "No! Get him away! Eek! Make him stop, please! Oww!"

Movie Moments 3

How Invisible Girl got arrested

Preparing Padme

Movie Moments 2

I, Robot (movie version)

The Princess Bride's chastity belt

Titanic

Robert Heinlein's 'Stranger in a Strange Land'

25-year-old Michael Smith has been raised by powerful Martians. A nurse, Jill Boardman, is the first woman he has ever seen. She helps him escape from Earth authorities keeping him hidden, and gives him his first bath. Quotes from Heinlein follow:
Her blouse was wet to the shoulders from dragging Smith off the bottom; she took it off and hung it up. She had been dressed for the street and was wearing a little pediskirt that floated around her knees. She glanced down. Although the pleats were permanized, it was silly to get it wet. She shrugged and zipped it off; it left her in brassiere and panties.

Smith was staring with the interested eyes of a baby. Jill found herself blushing, which surprised her. She believed herself to be free of morbid modesty - she recalled suddenly that she had gone on her first bareskin swimming party at fifteen...

Presently Smith reached out and touched her right mammary gland. Jill drew back hastily. "Hey! None of that!"



He looked as if she had slapped him. "Not?" he said tragically.

"Not!" she agreed firmly, then looked at his face and added softly, "It's all right. Just don't distract me, I'm busy."

-----

While Michael Smith, the man from Mars, is still being bathed by nurse Jill (see previous picture), government agents come to capture them. Quote from Heinlein's book:

Jill ducked past Berquist, threw herself at Johnson. He slapped her aside. "None of that, you little slut!"

Johnson did not hit Jill as hard as he used to hit his wife before she left him, not nearly as hard as he hit prisoners who were reluctant to talk. Until then Smith had shown no expression and had said nothing; he had simply let himself be forced along. He understood none of it and had tried to do nothing at all.

When he saw his water-brother struck by this other, he twisted, got free - and reached toward Johnson - and Johnson was gone.

Only blades of grass, straightening up where his big feet had been, showed that he had ever been there. Jill stared at the spot and felt that she might faint.



[Later, slow-motion filming shows that Michael 'pushes things away' into a fifth dimension.]

Slavegirl in Oblivion 4

What Women Dare - Streaks 5 to 8

5. Carmilla from my "State of Public Humiliation" series makes a guest appearance.

6. Isabelle is one of the most popular models on deviantART. She is the wife of user ~boudartmoreau, and like other 3d artists, I created a character to look like her, with her permission. I warned her that Leclaire might catch her in the act! :)

7. A chance to use some of the wierder options in Daz Studio 4's monster expansion.

8. In the very first paragraph of "A State of Public Humiliation" I told of the ill-feeling and jealousy betweed Ladies Salem and Wilhemina. Lady W finally gets a long-held wish.

A State of Public Humiliation 13+14+15

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 13/17

It fell to Carmilla to inform Lady Wilhemina that Princess Annabeth had absconded. "Apparently she found it very easy, Your Ladyship. Her room was never locked, and she had explored every possible way out of the palace for the purpose of her nude streaking. Also, our borders are not well guarded."

"No, we can't afford enough men. But I can see what you're hinting at, Carmilla. I should have kept her locked in - it didn't occur to me that she might bolt. Every stage of her escape was a result of my negligence. So you think I should be punished according to our contract. And you're right."

The red-haired maid looked at the ceiling rafters in Lady W's study. "Right here will do fine, I think, M'Lady. I will bring some ropes."

"Send someone to fetch Leclaire in the morning" sighed Lady W as she resignedly began to undress. "I'm not going to let Annabeth get away with this".

As well as the ropes, Carmilla returned with a martinet. The small multi-tailed whip was not the type to cut through skin - it would leave only red marks in its painful wake. Soon, Lady Wilhemina was trussed up naked for it, suspended from the study rafters. She was most apprehensive when it became clear that Carmilla was placing her in the kind of bondage that offered her front to the whip, not her back. "What part of me are you going to whip?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"Whatever part takes my fancy from moment to moment, Your Ladyship. I believe I'll start with your wide thighs, and move on to more private areas later. Your Ladyship should not hope that any of her most sensitive spots will be left out."

Carmilla surveyed all the surfaces that were hanging there for her cruel intentions. She was really getting to love her job...

But let us abandon Lady Wilhemina to her sufferings, and focus our attention on the escaped Princess. Her credit cards had not been well hidden, since they were useless in technologically backward Fredonia anyway. So she had found them easily, and once across the border, she purchased what she needed for her revenge - one laptop computer with built-in webcam.


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 14/17

Princess Annabeth was free at last! As well as the new laptop, she bought herself a better hair and make-up job than she'd been allowed when living with her parents or her Aunt Wilhemina. With this more glamorous look, she set about her plan for revenge.

The town just across the border from Fredonia where the Princess found herself, was famous for only one thing. It had a leading Protestant revivalist church that produced its own TV programs. Annabeth fixed on its modern building as her target. She intended to tell her story on the internet, about what punishments had happened to her in Fredonia. But she needed a visual image as a hook, to make sure of the maximum readership. "Princess naked in televangelist church" seemed to be the ideal title.

So she slipped into the building at dawn in the middle of the week, taking her new laptop with its built-in webcam. She set it up at the back of the stage and adjusted the angle. Then she started the recording, stood next to the lectern and began to strip.

This stage and modern pulpit were more usually used for 'Come to Jesus' sermons. But now they served as a setting for a display of royal feminine nudity. Annabeth struck some poses that would ensure some good frame-grabs from the recorded video, two of which can be seen here:

She had already written the text that would go with the pictures. It described vicious corporal punishments and public humiliation in the 'barbaric' state of Fredonia, but glossed over what she had done to deserve them. Particularly omitted were her beating of a maidservant, and deliberate exposure of her nakedness to a 16-year-old boy. In her version of events, she had just been doing a bit of streaking, for a joke.

After stopping the recording, the Princess verified that she had a wireless net connection (not well secured by the church), then uploaded her work. She stayed naked until after she had pressed the Send button right on the church stage. After all, it was an exciting moment.

The pictures certainly caused a splash, which went straight from the net to the mass media. But less attention was paid to the accompanying text. Annabeth had overdone the visual component. 'Corporal punishment in some country we've never heard of' was not as good a headline as 'Royal nudity in church'.

Of those who read Annabeth's complaints, people of the Right thought she must have deserved it if she liked profaning a 'house of the Lord'; and people of the Left thought it was a typical 'airhead celebrity' stunt, and a funny one at that. Not even Diana had been so entertaining! Annabeth ended up getting no sympathy whatever for her tales of getting a sore bottom.

Lady Wilhemina received no formal complaints at all about the judicial system in her country. But she did, of course, find out what Annabeth had done. There was no internet in Fredonia, but there certainly was in the country of Annabeth's parents, who were embarrassed and outraged. Their Royal Majesties sent a courier to Lady W telling her all about it, and said that if she should get hold of their daughter before they did, she should feel free to punish the Princess in any way she thought fit.

When Annabeth returned to her hotel a few days later, she was expecting to be arrested by local police or agents from her parents' country at any time. But when she was seized by two men, the voice that spoke behind her was horribly familiar. "All right, let's get her back across the border" said Shirrif Leclaire.


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 15/17

On the way back to Fredonia, Shirrif Leclaire questioned Princess Annabeth on how she had escaped. Annabeth knew she was facing horrible punishment, and had one more revenge card left to play. She said Carmilla had advised her on the most weakly guarded point of the border, and that the red-haired maid had supplied her with items necessary in her flight, including her credit cards.

The truth was that the Princess had found where they had been confiscated, without help. But Leclaire knew Carmilla to be cunning, devious and sadistic. He was inclined to believe Annabeth, and at the palace he confronted the maid with the accusations.

Carmilla denied everything. But Leclaire asked "Didn't Her Highness go streaking in Fredonia for the first time only because you dared her to, and had a bet with her?"

"Well, yes. But I had nothing to do with it this time. If you arrest me, I'll appeal to Lady Wilhemina."

Leclaire smiled and said "I don't think Her Ladyship will be very receptive, do you? I hear you have been quite brutal in exploiting her contract allowing you to punish her. And over the Princess' escape in particular".

Carmilla started to panic. Could he be right? Could her recent vicious whipping of Lady W's most secret places have been one cruel punishment too many? Carmilla realised she had no friends in this matter.

Sure enough, Lady W saw no reason to overrule Annabeth's word and Leclaire's recommendation against Carmilla's unsupported denial. She filled out one of the forms she had once filled out for herself, delivering the devious maid for public humiliation.

With her hair cut short according to the law, Carmilla was spread-eagled naked in the village square. No corporal punishment was formally imposed, but since Carmilla was over 21, the guards would not prevent the public from tormenting and chastising the victim within certain limits.

Most people of the village were scared to taunt or hurt Carmilla. They knew she would be free the next day, and her viciousness was well known. But some people from outlying districts had their fun, spanking the redhead's behind with their hands or their belts, and groping her boobs and pussy roughly.

Carmilla gritted her teeth and comforted herself in the knowledge that the Princess' public whipping was going to be far worse than what she was enduring. It was scheduled for the next day. For every slap on her bottom, Carmilla thought "That little bitch is going to feel the whip". For every humiliating molestation, she mumbled "I can't wait till tomorrow, I can't wait!"

A State of Public Humiliation 1+2

[The pictures in parts 1 to 7 are the last of the cartoon-like pics I did using Blender. From Part 8, Daz Studio was used. When this first went on deviantART.com, one of the comments was 'thanks for showing that mature women need bondage too'. But younger characters enter the story soon. And Lady Salem's group, mentioned in the first paragraph, is the subject of my next series.]

A State of Public Humiliation - Part 1/17

Lady Wilhemina Garron was the absolute ruler of Fredonia, a small independent state containing just one market town and a lot of farms. She was feared and respected by all, except a few upper-class women jealous of her power. Lady Salem in particular would snub her at formal occasions and only followed protocols of respect with a grudging sneer. She would then giggle and gossip about her ruler, with her coterie of women followers. Some people thought this group were more than just friends, but there was no real evidence of this, and Lady Wilhemina didn't believe it. She had ignored Lady Salem's behaviour - so far.

Fredonia traded food, clothing, etc with the modern world outside but absorbed little of its technology. With no parliament, Fredonia's laws remained the same for centuries, except when it was a ruler's whim to change them.

One summer, Lady Wilhemina got around to a task she had been planning with relish for some time. She prepared a document, ancient in form and intended to be fixed to one of two posts in the market square. Beginning with a bold title in large print, it read:

"BEHOLD THE NAKED AND DISGRACED PERSON OF A MISCREANT. Whereas... (there was a dotted line for the criminal's name) ...has been found guilty by our wise and just ruler of the crime of.... "

There was another dotted line for the offence. Lady Wilhemina wrote "obscene lewdness and perversion".

The document went on: "...the said criminal shall be exposed in the market place from morn until sundown this market day, stripped of all covering and all dignity. Citizens are commanded to express their contempt for such lawbreakers as seems fit to them. By order...."

The powerful lady signed her name at the bottom of the paper. The criminal's name was left blank. Lady Wilhemina was going to enjoy writing it so much, she left it till last.

She then turned to another document: specific orders to her town shirrif, whose unquestioning obedience to her was well known.

"To the most esteemed and trusty Shirrif Leclaire,
    I charge you to arrest, before dawn tomorrow, the person whose name is on the Public Notice attached. She shall be taken to the Shirrif's compound, and there her hair shall be cut short, so that it afford her no covering during her public shaming. Take care that her hair hide not her face, for it must be publicly known that she is a disgraceful sex deviant, notwithstanding that she is of mature years and ought to be an example to younger women.

    "You shall then conduct her to the market square, where she shall remove all her clothing in front of the people who may be present. She might refuse to undress by reason of embarrassment at being past her youthful beauty. If she is indeed stubborn, she shall be warned that if she so continues, your men will strip her and that she will be whipped when naked, for disobedience.

    "When the woman has taken off every vestige of her clothing and jewellery, you shall, in accordance with our long tradition for moderate crimes, chain her with her four limbs spread wide. There she shall remain until the sun goes down.

    "During her punishment, you shall prevent any citizen from injuring the prisoner severely, for that is beyond her sentence. But you shall not prevent any reasonable torment or chastisement the citizens may put her to.

    "Her clothing and jewellery shall be given to charity, and the criminal sent forth at sunset without them. Your men shall follow her to ensure she neither takes nor is offered any covering until she has walked to her home, regardless of the distance.

    "This is the final and irrevokable order of your ruler,
    Lady Wilhemina Garron."

After checking the accuracy of both documents, she turned to the first document (the Public Notice) and prepared to insert the criminal's name. The woman she was condemning was certainly guilty of perversion and indecency, since she was an exhibitionist and a masochist. Without further ado, she filled in the name:

"Lady Wilhemina Garron".


A State of Public Humiliation - Part 2/17

Excitement but a lot of fear gripped Lady Wilhemina as she approached the 'moment of no return' - sending the papers ordering her public degradation to the shirrif. Having received formal orders, he would carry them out to the letter, and she had marked them irrevokable.

If she proceeded, she was in for a lot of genuine humiliation. Her need to punish herself in this way did not mean that she would be unembarrassed by being placed on public display. To say so would be to say that a masochist feels no pain (and there was some of that in Lady W as well).

For one thing, she was no longer young. Her kind of exhibitionism had nothing to do with showing off a sexy body. Also, she was the ruler of the principality. But the commonest peasant was going to see her stripped of all finery, her large mature breasts obeying the pull of gravity and her expanding stomach and thighs pointed at by men, women and children.

Her face reddened just with the thought of it. But she said out loud, "I deserve it", and sent the courier off with the documents. Now there was no going back.

*****

Just before dawn the next morning, Shirrif Leclaire went through all the steps required in her written instructions, and there is no need to repeat them here. It is sufficient to say that just as people began to arrive in the town square for market day, Lady W was led in, her hair cut short, and ordered to remove her clothes.

She did so in front of the two posts in the centre of the square. By the time she was reaching down for her drawers, breasts dangling, about a dozen people had gathered. Leclaire attached the chains, spreading her arms and legs wide.

Leclaire posted the announcement on the right pillar, and read it aloud for the benefit of the illiterate (though this practice was now archaic). In disbelief, the townspeople drew closer to read the notice for themselves, not looking directly at their naked ruler until they had done so.

Then Lady W felt many eyes, as surely as she felt the chilly morning breeze, sweeping over every part of her body. "Yes, it's me" she thought. "Your middle-aged aristocratic superior, exposed and shamed as a sexual deviant. Because she is."



The traditional practice was for disgraced naked criminals to be taunted by the people, slapped, and molested in degrading and insulting ways. But the people stared silently. Some went to fetch their friends and relatives.

The shirrif repeated, with emphasis, the part of the notice that read "Citizens are COMMANDED to express their contempt for such lawbreakers as seems fit to them".

Was it really true, could they say anything they liked to the great Lady Wilhemina Garron? Even DO what they liked to her? A bald man decided he would risk being the test case, to 'bell the cat' so to speak. He walked up to her and said loudly "Sexual deviant, are you? I hate perverts." He slapped her left breast, which swung sideways and back.

Lady W gasped but said nothing. It was tradition to leave such prisoners ungagged so that they could beg mercy from the crowd - they loved to hear it. Some would deny their crimes, and simply be laughed at. But for the whole day, Lady W would speak no words.

All eyes went to the Shirrif to see what would happen to 'baldy'. Leclaire remained impassive.

The dam of disbelief finally broke, and many voices began to taunt and shout at Her Ladyship. Most of it wasn't about the written charges, which they didn't understand. But every grievance they had, including many self-inflicted problems, were yelled at Lady W, sometimes with a spit thrown in for good measure. The tendency of any people to blame their government for everything not to their liking in life, was being given a unique manner of expression.

A farmer stood behind her, and after shouting his curses in her ear, began to slap her broad buttocks. "How do you like that on your big royal arse?" he leered. Then he gave place to an old woman who, after croaking something unintelligible, lashed a piece of rope she had untied from her bundle, across Lady W's wobbling thighs. When she got no cry of pain, she lashed again harder, then still harder. Then with a noise of frustrated contempt she lashed it upwards so that it curved under the victim's crotch. The tip struck her labia, and for the first time she screamed.

In all the torments that followed, Leclaire only stepped forward to stop people if they held rigid sticks, or horsewhips that could cause bleeding. But a few men's belts were taken off for a few lashes across the great ruler's bottom.

A group of three women with babies wondered loudly if it would be good for their children "to suck upper-class milk from those udders". One of them said "she probably doesn't have any left" and gave several sharp slaps sideways to both breasts. Then she adjusted her angle so she could smack the nipples full on.

A man standing behind Lady W called to the women "You want to see those titties bounce? Let's make her dance and jiggle them herself." He was holding a large wooden spatula, used in bakers' ovens, and began paddling Lady Wilhemina's bottom, and then her thighs.

The great lady yelled repeatedly, but not in any words. She did not enjoy pain, not even as a sign of submission. She sought for mercy in the only way she would allow herself - by giving her tormentors what they wanted. She began to jump upward, as far as the chains would allow, in response to the paddle strokes. Her pendulous breasts bounced and swung in every direction. The crowd laughed and cheered.

Leclaire looked at the red and slightly bruised condition of his ruler's buttocks, and said to the man "Enough!" A very young man, barely out of school, said "Yeah, don't spend all your time back there. You're neglecting Her Ladyship's aristocratic twat."

He made a crude grab over the spread-out victim's vulva, then pulled on her thick pubic bush. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes closed tightly. "See, she loves that!" said the youth. He pinched her labia cruelly and plucked out several of her pubes. A woman said "Let me!" and after pulling out a few hairs of her own, she slapped the exposed pussy several times, as hard as she could.

Shirrif Leclaire had to intervene more often during the afternoon. People had had time to go home and bring instruments with which to chastise the 'criminal'. Leclaire vetoed a bullwhip, and a cane after examining its width. But he allowed a long switch, freshly cut from a birch tree.

The switch was no more than a child might be subjected to. It was passed around, and used on the unfortunate prisoner's back, her bottom, her thighs front and back, her stomach, and finally her long boobs. Lady W gave her loudest screams when the switch stung a nipple dead on. This, of course, gave her tormentors incentive to aim for them.

She was saved from a suggested pussy-switching by Leclaire's announcement that it was sunset. The people were ordered to disperse, and Lady W was unchained.

Her stiff muscles screamed as she began her nude walk back to the palace. Fortunately it was a straight walk up the main street and not too far. The butler received his nude employer at the door. Having been apprised of the day's proceedings, he maintained his professional demeanour without a crack.

Lady W's personal maid, Carmilla (of whom more later) helped her bathe and covered her with ointment.

Lady W went to bed, but despite her physical exhaustion she did not sleep. The experiences of the day had been too painful and too screamingly humiliating to be sexually exciting while they were happening. But now she relived the day in her mind, minute by minute, with the greatest ecstasy she had ever experienced. As she remembered each humiliation that was deeper than the last, she would climax again. The frequency and sheer number of orgasms she enjoyed that night were probably unrivalled by any woman in the history of Fredonia.

And thus Her Ladyship Wilhemina Garron re-established herself as the First Lady of the Land, in a new way.

The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 6

The next day, when Grugg amused himself by making One produce her little squeaks (to him) when she was tickled, Two shouted at him: "Leave her alone! Bad! Bad giant!"

It didn't work, and when they were reunited he tried to comfort her tears of humiliation and outrage, echoing the comfort she had given him yesterday.

Sometimes it was Two's turn to be humiliated. He tried to resist the friction of the giant's finger and hoped that One understood something about men: That they don't need a satisfactory emotional situation for physical stimulation to work! Helpless to restrain his reactions, he hoped she wasn't thinking he actually enjoyed this! But when he was put back in the cage, her comforting hug was closer and longer than usual. They both said nothing.

The two pets' mutual comfort and support didn't take long to become a passion. When Grugg was asleep one night, they looked into each others' eyes and simultaneously pounced. Gasps of ecstasy made the giant stir in his sleep, but he picked his nose, rolled over and resumed snoring.

They stopped caring whether Grugg saw them or not, and spent the long days devoted to each other, physically and emotionally. The only interruption was the giant's playtime. But it was different for One now she was no longer alone. She still hated it, but she no longer cried and yelled when she was molested, knowing that before long she would be touched in the way she ought to be - by someone she cared for.Grugg began to lose interest sooner and sooner each day because of her silence.



[Next entry: The final chapter]

Skyrim: Vampires' Vengeance

Humor, groping, spanking, coerced penetration and oral.

[Written for skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com with the plot idea supplied by an anonymous user. Based on characters in the Skyrim RPG game. This one ends up much darker and edgier than the others, and only a small part is about spanking. No romance here - non-consentual!]

Mila ignored the blacksmith's request that she bring news of the dragon to Whiterun, and decided to explore to the west instead. She was inexperienced and impulsive, not yet very good with a weapon, and had only a few spells to protect her. The petite Breton, barely five feet tall, managed to stave off wolves and crabs with a fire spell or a calm spell, until she came to a timber-yard. A sign on it said "Half-moon Mill".

It was just past sundown as Mila approached, and a woman came out of the nearby house and began to stack logs at the sawmill. Mila hoped the house would now be empty, and she could steal food and supplies. When she opened the door a little, it seemed she was in luck. But after entering and closing the door behind her, she suddenly saw a man sitting in the dim light in the corner. He was armoured, had long dark hair and a beard, and there was something odd about the way the torch light reflected in his eyes.

Afraid, Mila searched her options. Run? She wouldn't get the door open quickly enough. Fire spell? It looked like it would take a lot of casts to take this man down, and her power was limited. She settled on using a Calm spell until she could make her escape. She waved her hands and a bluegreen light suffused the man's head and body.

"Hert, my darling!" he said cheerfully. "Back already? Do you need help preparing the wood?"

Mila was nonplussed. The target of that spell was supposed to act friendly, but not to mistake her for someone else! "Ummm, no thanks" she said shakily.

The man rose and siezed her in his arms. Startled, she thought he had attacked, but he was only hugging her - though very firmly, and she could feel that he had great strength. "Well I'm glad you're back" he was saying. "Maybe we should take it easy today, hmmm? Have a few hours downstairs and go out hunting later?" Suddenly he was planting a lengthy and enthusiastic kiss on her lips. She went rigid with shock.

He broke off. Sympathetically he asked "Not in the mood? What's the matter, was that wolf's blood last night not good enough? Tell your Hern all about it." He went back to cuddling her.

Then the sound of the buzzsaw started up outside. Hern looked puzzled. "Who's operating the saw, my dear?"

"Err... umm... a transient came by begging to work for food, so I let him take over" Mila stumbled.

Hern roared with laughter. "How kind you are my dear! So we'll have him in here for dinner later? Excellent!"

Mila pieced it together in her mind. 'Blood not good enough'. 'Have him for dinner'. She was in the arms of a vampire. And there was another one outside. She thought "Oh gods, I think I'm going to pee my pants. But I'd better not. Vampiresses probably don't do that."

"Some real human blood tonight" Hern exulted. "Come on, Hert, let's celebrate!" His hand went to Mila's left breast, kneading it as he began to passionately kiss her again.

"I can't freeze up again, he'll know something's wrong". She made herself relax as his hand entered her thin mage's clothing, and pinched and tweaked her nipples. Then she thought she'd better kiss him back. Encouraged, Hern became more passionate still. He pulled her down to a seat beside him and reached under her tunic, tugging down her pale brown panties. As his hand reached her labia, her instinct to close her legs kicked in for a second. But then she thought "No, he'll suspect" and made herself spread her thighs wide. Vampiric fingers began to stroke and penetrate her pussy. She began gasps and moans that were only half fake, all the time thinking "What have I gotten myself into?".

Just then, the door burst open, and the woman Mila had seen earlier looked at them angrily. "Do you think I can't hear you outside, Hern, even with the saw going? You know our hearing is better than that!"

Hern looked totally confused for a moment. Then the spell could no longer bend his mind away from the impossibility of seeing two identical wives. The fog lifted, and he suddenly saw that he had his fingers up the vagina of a Breton stranger. "Ummm.... Hello?" she said sheepishly.

"So that's what's going on" said Hern grimly. "A Calm spell. You didn't know they misfire on vampires, did you?"

Mila thought about escape. But even though his wife was standing right there, Hern had not moved his fingers. Mila was held very effectively in place, and was not going anywhere.

"All right, I understand now" said the vampiress. "It looks like we have Breton blood on the menu tonight. But I want to teach her a lesson first."

"This is my wife Hert" said Hern. "H-E-R-T, pronounced 'hurt'. And that's what we're going to do to you." Mila realised that not even when a dragon was breathing near her was she in as much trouble as she was now. She begged and pleaded as Hert opened a trapdoor to a basement, and Hern lifted her up, fingers still impaling her, and carried her towards it.

The dungeon-like cellar was terrifying. There were two coffins, chains on the wall, and blood patches everywhere. Hert had picked up Mila's backpack and was going through it, saying "A little thief, no doubt, with some pathetic magic to help you steal. Your bit of fun with my husband is going to cost you a lot of suffering. Hern! Get your hand out of her twat and get her clothes off!"

Mila had found her mage robes in a locked cell back at Helgen, in a torture chamber that looked similar to where she was now. Hern stripped them from her, tore away the remnants of her beige bra and panties, then put her wrists in one of the sets of chains high above her head. He left her with her breasts up against the cold wall, naked and trembling.

Rummaging in Mila's backpack, Hert said "Ah, here's something useful. Made from wolf's hide by the look." She took out the leather strips Mila had made at the tanning rack in Riverwood. She flicked one of them and it made a snapping sound. She strode over to Mila and began lashing it around her backside.

"Oooow! Please don't! I didn't mean anything. Oooow!" Mila burst into tears as her bottom was strapped mercilessly by this strong vampiress. She leapt about, as far as the chains would let her, but couldn't avoid the searing strokes that soon made her butt cherry red.

Hert handed the strap to Hern after a while, and said "You take over. And I don't want to see you going easy on her." Mila was panting and sobbing through this pause in her torment.

"My love, you don't think I would have touched her if I hadn't thought it was you? You don't believe I'm attracted to this little pipsqueak, do you?"

"Prove it!" demanded Hert. "Give her a good strapping."

Hern began laying the leather across Mila's bottom again, each spank landing with a loud thwack! Then he aimed lower, giving her a painful stripe across her upper thighs. Mila cried louder and begged them to believe she only used the spell to try and get away, she didn't know it would make Hern come on to her, and so forth.

"Maybe so" said Hert, and Hern stopped spanking. "We might let you live. There's not much blood in you anyway, you little pixie. But what you did humiliated my husband. If a male mage did it to ME I'd call it rape. So that's what you're going to experience before we let you go."

Hern looked at her quizzically. "My dear, you mean you want me to..."

Hert gave him a look that would freeze water. "NO! I've an idea for putting these leather strips to another use." There were many bones strewn about the dungeon, and she chose one that was phallic size with only a small knobbly part at the end. With the leather strips, a needle and strong thread she fashioned a sinister device and secured it around her own hips. Hert had a high Smithing ability.

The time it took to craft this item was a welcome relief for Mila. She stopped crying as the stinging in her bottom became less. Then Hern unchained her and laid her down on the lid of a closed coffin. When she saw Hert approaching, and what was strapped onto her, Mila struggled to get up. Hern held her down and said "You can either accept the rest of your punishment and then we'll let you go; or you can try to escape and we'll make a meal out of you."

Mila sobbed and pleaded, but relaxed and lay on the coffin. Hern ordered her up on all fours, and Hert took up position behind her. She fingered Mila's pussy to see if she was still wet from having Hern's hand stroking her. But she had not enjoyed being spanked with the strap, and any moisture she had had was gone. "What a pity for you" said Hert without much sympathy. She was going to punish this girl, not pleasure her, and had no intention of lubricating her 'bone'. Mila yelled as it entered her twat, and began sobbing again as the vampiress thrust it in and out.

Hern watched his wife's hips working back and forth, and the lustful cruelty in her face. He remembered why he thought she was the sexiest female alive or dead, and developed a raging erection. Hert noticed the bulge below his cuirass and his obvious discomfort. "I don't mind if you satisfy yourself at the other end" she said. "Besides, this little madam deserves to be penetrated in all three orifices."

A slap on the cheek and a command to 'open up' made Mila open her mouth wide. A cold column of flesh was inserted. To make sure she was judged as accepting her punishment, and released, she sucked on the cool penis and tongued it as best as she could. Now and then, Hern, eyes closed in ecstasy, would thrust further into her warm mouth and make her gag. But she had heard the remark about THREE orifices and knew there was worse to come.

"I bet you've never sucked room-temperature cock before" taunted Hert behind her, still reaming her enthusiastically. "You're lucky that vampires can't make life. You won't have to decide whether to swallow or spit. But it does mean Hern can use your mouth as long as he wants. And now let's try your little ass. Hern, you'd better pull out a moment, she might bite down."

When the bone was shoved into her narrower passageway, Mila didn't bite down but opened her mouth and screamed. "Ow, ow, ow!" She managed to cry out loud at the first three thrusts before Hern filled her mouth again. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she tried to concentrate on giving good service up front and ignoring the pain behind.

Finally, the vampires had had their fun, pulled out and left her lying sore and sobbing on the coffin lid. They threw her out of the hut naked, leaving her to combat the creatures of the wild with nothing but spells until she managed to steal some more clothes and equipment.

TWO YEARS LATER:
A powerful mage crept up on Half-moon Mill. She had learned a great deal at the Winterhold College and fighting with dragons and trolls. She was armed with Shouts (dragon powers) and with the highest level fire spells. She had incinerated vampires with one shot before. But Mila was going to burn these two slowly.

A door crashed in. "Remember me?"

END

Skyrim: Punished by Astrid

[Based on the Skyrim RPG game, Assassins Guild characters. First written for skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com, where people request stories with particular characters and kinks from the game. I filled four - one will be posted later because I did a series of illustrations for it. The first one asked for F/F caning & groping involving sexy assassin Astrid, with the first line supplied. Explanation of the epilogue - the first Guild HQ was burnt down and Astrid was killed.]


"You've paid your debt, but you still need to be punished!"

Dovahkiin looked wide-eyed at Astrid. She was in awe of her Dark Brotherhood leader. Ever since she had first seen this cool sexy woman sitting on a shelf up in the corner of the old cabin, she had felt a need to obey. And Dovahkiin's submissive side was not easily aroused. Anyone who tried to boss her around was likely to get a dagger or an arrow where they wanted it least.

But not Astrid! Even when she had angrily denounced Dovahkiin for breaking the Brotherhood rules, the young wood-elf had just wanted to fall at her feet. Only a need to look strong in front of the other assassins had prevented her. And now Astrid was talking about punishment - it never even crossed Dovahkiin's mind to object.

"Come this way" commanded Astrid, and grabbed the Bosmer's wrist. She led the way down the steps to the dining hall. Along the way, little Babette saw what was happening. Her vampiric teeth appeared in a grin, and she clapped her hands delightedly. "Ooh, a punishment" she giggled, and then shouted to the others "Hey everybody, it's bloodgrass time"! Dovahkiin wondered what that could mean.

All the members of the Brotherhood in residence at the time followed them into the dining room. Arnbjorn cleared half the table, moving the utensils to the other end. Festus, in his usual grouchy manner, said "About time! It's just what this insolent newcomer deserves."

Astrid pointed to the leggings of Dovahkiin's Brotherhood uniform. "Remove those", she commanded simply.

"By the Eight!" thought the Bosmer. "In front of everybody?" But disobeying Astrid was no more possible for her than levitating to the ceiling. As she disrobed, Arnbjorn laid a long, strange woven stick on the table.

Astrid pushed her forward and down, so she was bending over the end of the table. Then Dovahkiin gasped as her light brown underwear was grasped and suddenly pulled down to her ankles, then off. She would have killed anyone else - but it was Astrid's nimble fingers that had bared her behind to the assembly.

The half-naked elf's humiliation was doubled when there was a jingle of bells and Cicero the jester's voice was heard. "Yes, that's right, bare bottoms, mmmm! The Mother wants naughty sisters to be spanked, yes!"

Astrid picked up the strange stick and held it in front of Dovahkiin's eyes. "Like it, darling?" she crooned. "It's made of bloodgrass strands, woven together then hardened in resin. But it's still supple." She swished it through the air - the sound of a sword being drawn was far less frightening.

"Move your legs wider apart" ordered Astrid. Some of the brethren, including Babette, were standing right behind her. But as if under a Command spell, Dovahkiin parted her legs wide, providing a stark exhibition of female Bosmer anatomy.

For a moment the only sound was Lis the spider, rustling in the adjoining room. Then there was another swish, a whap, and a ferocious pain blazed across Dovahkiin's bared behind. Her mouth and eyes opened wide in shock. Festus grunted in approval.

Another swish, and the bloodgrass cane struck again, doubling the young wood-elf's pain. She yelled aloud. Nazir had taken a seat near her head, and now he placed his hand on hers in a comforting gesture. "Just take your punishment" he said gently, "it will all be over soon".

As the red lines accumulated on the wood-elf's skin, and the Sanctuary echoed with her cries, Cicero danced a jig. "Stripey, stripey! The Mother likes the pretty pattern, yes!"

But Dovahkiin's concentration was all on Astrid. As another firey line was scorched into her rear, she became conscious that the stinging and the heat were travelling down between her legs, and becoming a different sensation entirely. Her pelvic region became a simultaneous site of pain and extreme pleasure that she wouldn't have believed possible. She gave a long moan.

Astrid was not dull. She recognized the nature of the sound. "Oh, it's like that, is it?" Dovahkiin couldn't see if she was smiling, but there was some chuckling from amongst the other assassins. Just when the wood-elf thought that no sensation could possibly electrify her body further, she felt Astrid's fingers touch her wide-spread vulva. This would have been pure ecstasy, she thought, if it was happening in private! But in front of the others? Her face grew as red as her other end.

"If the bloodgrass cane isn't going to punish you much, you can atone by providing a humiliating show!" declared Astrid. A reflex made Dovahkiin start to close her thighs against Astrid's probing hand. "Don't you dare!" shouted Astrid, and switched back to the cane, bringing it down three times in rapid succession on her victim's bottom and upper thighs. The Bosmer screeched in renewed pain and parted her legs as far as they would go. Then the fingers returned, pushing further inside her, then probing for her clit. She tried to restrain her moans and the gentle squirming of her hips in front of all these people, but to no avail.

She heard a giggle from Babette, and begged "At least not in front of the child!"

"I'm 200 years old" chortled Babette. "Do you think I've never seen a pussy getting wet before?"

"I am NOT getting wet!" Dovahkiin protested. Astrid held up her hand before the assembly and stroked her thumb across her fingers. The action was clearly lubricated and slippery. "Telling lies" said Astrid. "That must be punished". She gave the wood-elf girl a cut of the cane across the underside of her buttocks that made her howl.

Then Astrid began a maddening cycle of bringing Dovahkiin near a climax with her fingers, but stopping just in time and switching to the bloodgrass cane. The Bosmer's mind started to trip out - she was going to a more way-out state of consciousness than any skooma or moon-sugar could achieve.

Finally, Nazir said "I think she's paid the price". Astrid finished with one very hard painful swipe of the cane, but then said "Punishment concluded. Well taken, newcomer!" and kept her fingers caressing the wood-elf's little bud until her body trembled on the table in satisfaction. There was a substantial wet patch on the edge of the table that would have to be wiped off before the next meal!

Dovahkiin stood and faced Astrid, her eyes wet with tears - of pain but also of gratitude. She desperately wanted her admired leader to hug her, but Astrid was standing with the bloodgrass instrument under her arm like a swagger stick. Dovahkiin searched for the right thing to say to her. It couldn't be too submissive - that would be too weak, and Astrid valued strength. Putting on a brave smile beneath her reddened eyes, she asked "Can we get back to work now?"

It was exactly the right call. Astrid tossed the cane onto the table and embraced her. "That's right, my dear, all is forgiven." Dovahkiin positively melted.

Epilogue:
Months later, Dovahkiin strode around the rejuvenated Dawnstar sanctuary. Her feelings were of determination in the face of tragic loss. The memory of the death of Astrid, and its manner, were agonizing. And there had been the dangerous moment when her husband Arnbjorn had been severely injured, and it would have been easy to... But she loved Astrid too much to hurt her in any way - until her final request.

As new leader of the Brotherhood, Dovahkiin had one way to fight her sorrow. She would follow in the footsteps of the woman she loved, making sure that the Sanctuary thrived and was safe. She would keep showing her love, through imitation.

Amongst a pile of unsorted gear, she spotted some resin-impregnated bloodgrass sticking out. She drew the cane from the pile and put it under her arm, in the same way Astrid used to. Babette saw her, and said "I guess you're in charge of that now".

"Yes" said Dovahkiin, and swished it through the air. "So if there's any breach of the restored Five Tenets..."

Babette gulped. "I'll be good" she squeaked.

END

Ladies Spanking Club Game 3 Part 3

Nude little Yollanda was pulled over Zoey's lap. Zoey had received her first real spanking from Yollanda during the club's initiation rituals. But she had no thoughts of revenge, only of gratitude. She wanted to show the 18-year-old lying across her thighs how sexy a spanking could be.

She adjusted Yollanda's angle across her lap so that there was more room to spread her legs. With little slaps to the inner thighs, she made her spankee move her left leg until her hip was hard up against Zoey's stomach, then the right leg as far as it would go without Yollanda falling off her lap. Knowing what kind of spanking this would be, the other four women moved behind Yollanda and saw how completely exposed her vulva was for whatever Zoey wanted to do.

What happened was quite simple. Zoey gave Yollanda a classic erotic spanking, just the way Zoey had always dreamed of it being done to herself. "They say it's more blessed to give than to receive", she thought. Before any smacks landed, she stroked the bottom and thighs laid out for her, running a finger down each inner thigh unhurriedly. Yollanda moaned and trembled.

Then the spanks began very lightly, and gradually getting stronger. It was quite a while before the stinging was enough to make Yollanda gasp and squirm a little. Zoey switched back to the same kind of stroking as before, but followed with one upward brush of her fingertips along Yollanda's labia, as an indication of things to come.

The next round of spanking was stronger and caused a lot of mewing and gasping from the spankee. But it was followed by unabashed caresses of her vulva.

Yollanda didn't try to fight the sensations as Talia had. This felt incredibly good! She was a young bi-girl over a lesbian's lap having her bodily sensations completely manipulated; she didn't care what anyone thought, but just moaned and squeaked contentedly.

When her sounds reached a certain pitch, Zoey would switch back to spanking, each time harder. After a few cycles, she was smacking her naked victim's bottom very hard indeed. Yollanda would have been yelling blue murder if the endorphins released by her sexual ecstasy were not acting as a natural anasthetic and tranquilizer. Instead the sounds she made while being spanked became more and more similar to those she made when being caressed.

When Yollanda's bottom was very red and her gasps took on a breathless quality, Zoey kept her hand stroking the smaller of her two targets until there was a pronounced trembling in the naked body over her lap, and a long high-pitched keening was heard from its owner.

When she sat up, Yollanda's face was red and damp. Her wide eyes looking at Zoey spoke of gratitude and appreciation, but she was panting too much to get any words out.

"You'll spoil her!" said Superbitch. Yollanda knew her final spanking from the strong blonde executive, when it came, would not be anywhere near as cosy.

"Do you want to go straight on to Talia?" Avril asked Zoey.

"No, she'll keep. Give Linda another session."

As Avril and Superbitch for the second time approached Linda's naked form, she instinctively covered her somewhat sore breasts. "Don't worry" said Avril, "we'll leave your poor boobies alone this time. Superbitch, in the sideboard you'll find a switch I cut this morning. Why don't you fetch it?"

"With pleasure" exclaimed the costumed blonde. It was thin, green and very whippy - Superbitch's practice stroke produced a high-pitched whistle. "Can I have a turn using it?"

"You can do ALL the switching" said Avril. "I want to look into dear Linda's face as she feels it. And I'll do what you did before - make sure she stands still for her punishment."

It was plain to Linda that being on the losing team was a bad outcome today. Made to stand with her hands behind her head, she braced herself for the switch. When it came, it's incredible sting was something she was quite unprepared for. It wasn't that it hurt more than flat instruments, but it was a different kind of piercing pain that caused a reaction throughout her body. Tears sprang to her eyes right away, along with a feeling between them that she was going to sneeze.

The thin red line the switch made on her bottom didn't ease at first, but stung at full intensity for about ten seconds. Unfortunately for Linda, the second stroke came sooner than that, and so did the third. So the fiery sensation kept building and building. At the fourth stroke her yelps became a full-on scream, and she dropped her hands protectively to her bottom. She couldn't bear the prospect of the pain rising yet another step.

Avril said to Superbitch "You ought to slow it down, and let her feel each lash."

"OK" Linda's tormentor replied. "But even so, it was naughty of her to cover her behind. Perhaps you should hold her hands."

"I've got a better idea" said Avril. "The threat of getting her pussy slapped made her stand still for her last penalty. Linda, if you drop your hands again or turn away from the switch, I'm going to smack you hard between your legs. Stand with your feet further apart."

"OK... OK..." Linda gasped and sniffled, "I'll be good. But PLEASE slow it down."

"All right, but you're getting thirty lashes of the switch. It's going to go on longer at a slow pace."

Superbitch resumed stinging Linda's naked bottom, waiting about thirty seconds each time. Avril watched her friend's face - at each stroke she either gasped wide-eyed or gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. Then as she waited for the stinging to die down and the next stroke to come, she looked into Avril's eyes sadly, with tears starting to drip down.

"You made ME cry with the hairbrush that time" said Avril smiling, although she did feel considerable sympathy with her friend. But painful punishments were what they had formed the club for. It made the games exciting, knowing that what happened to the losers would really hurt.

Superbitch managed to accurately whip the crease between her victim's bottom and thighs. Linda screamed again, bent forward, and her hands left her head. She managed to stop them going all the way to her bottom and then quickly resumed the stance she had been ordered to keep. But she knew this wouldn't be good enough for her tormentors. Avril pulled back her hand and slapped upwards hard, onto Linda's vulva.

"Oooww!" The naked woman's knees buckled a little as she felt another new and distinctly unpleasant sensation. It didn't hurt as much as the switch, but it was such an intimate and personal attack, she didn't want it to happen again. The dilemma posed by her punishers in front and behind made her tears flow again. She kept still until the rest of the thirty fierce lashes of the whippy switch had been delivered.

The white lotion was really needed - Linda's bottom was covered in thin parallel red lines. Avril applied the medication with a soothing voice "I think that's enough for you now. I feel quite satisfied with my payback. One sore bottom deserves another!"

Standing off to the side, watching all this, was a certain naked and nervous redhead. And now Zoey approached her, rubbing her hands together. "Strange as it may seem, Talia" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all."

Talia was not comforted in the least by Zoey's statement. She knew what it meant - the young lesbian was going to humiliate her as much as possible. And it wouldn't be hard. Talia's natural inclination was to the dominant side, and being the naked plaything of a girl new to the club and younger than herself was going to be embarrassing.

Zoey, for her part, wanted to further molest the redhead, more for her tall statuesque body than a wish to dominate her. But she ordered Talia to lean back against the table and put her hands behind her. Talia had to arch her back, thrusting her breasts and vagina forward for whatever Zoey's keen hand might do.

Not everything Zoey did to Talia can be described without turning this story into plain old hardcore porn. Let's just say she didn't keep to the outside surfaces of the body submitted to her, and that she didn't use only her hands. Talia knew the other women were keenly watching for any kind of positive reaction to these stimuli, ready to laugh and jeer. That was what she strenuously wanted to avoid, and what Zoey wanted to achieve.

Talia, like all the women in the club but Zoey, was bisexual. She was single, but only because she thought (like Ayn Rand's character Dagny Taggart) that she had never met a man she couldn't squash ten of. So she wasn't repulsed by being touched by another female, just mortified by being the nude and helpless toy, forced to submit her body and being made to feel what this young girl wanted her to feel. If she had been ordering Zoey to do the exact same things, for her pleasure, it would have been quite different.

Conversely, Zoey went to the principally submissive space in her head. She imagined she was being made to pleasure her Mistress. If she didn't give good service she would be whipped. So she was doing everything she knew that would bring a woman to orgasm.

How could Talia resist such determination? She tried thinking of other things, depressing things, repellent things. But whenever Zoey switched to something new, the pleasure would break into her consciousness. In the end when she lost the fight, and spasms of satisfaction spread from her womb to the rest of her body, she tried to conceal it. But her knees trembled and a few brief sounds were forced from her throat. There was applause from the audience of four, and a beaming grin from Zoey.

But Zoey didn't stop. The idea of 'one climax and it's over' was a male thing that Zoey had never been influenced by. Dismayed, Talia realised she was going to be pushed further and further, for as long as her tormentor wanted. The red blush of defeat on her face was going to stay there for a while.

After Talia shuddered and ground her teeth a second time, Zoey said "You may as well carry on with any other penalties, I'm going to be at this for a while."

Ladies Spanking Club Game 3 Part 2

Yollanda stepped forward for the first of three nude spankings she was going to get from the winning team. "Get that cute little bottom over my knee" said Avril, patting her thigh.

Zoey and Superbitch ominously stood each side of Talia, and gripped her arms. "You can watch Yollanda's spanking before we have our way with you" said Superbitch. Linda also stood waiting in the buff for her penalties to start.

Once Yollanda was placed comfortably over her lap, Avril pressed her hand firmly on the 18-year-old's bottom and savoured the situation. "Now who's been a naughty girl?" she asked in a sing-song voice. "You were too good at that computer game - a sure sign you've been neglecting your homework." She then gave Yollanda five quick firm smacks in the centre of her bottom.

Yollanda yipped and squirmed. Although she was in college, her petite body plus being the youngest meant she had to put up with a lot of "little girl" stuff from the other women. But she didn't have to like it. She didn't want to scream and blub like a little girl, especially not from a hand-spanking.

Avril began spanking rhythmically and in earnest. Continuing her motherly role-playing, she scolded her young spankee as she slapped her behind: "(smack) This will teach you (smack) not to play (smack) computer and (smack) video games (smack) when you should be (smack) studying".

"Ooh, ow, aah" protested Yollanda, and lifted one heel or the other as each slap landed and stung her naked cheeks. It was the first time she had been spanked nude, and she felt the extra vulnerability. Her young breasts were not substantial enough to swing in response to the impacts of the spanking, but they shuddered a little, nipples pointing towards the patch of carpet beside the spanking chair.

Avril kept up a relentless pace. With great enjoyment she moved her aim around the slim young buttocks. "You've wasted (smack) far too much time (smack) messing around (smack) in your little (smack) computer fantasy worlds (smack). Maybe this spanking (smack) will make you (smack) take your schoolwork (smack) seriously."

As Yollanda continued to yell and moan, Zoey commented "She didn't even get good enough at the game to win it. Or she wouldn't be getting spanked right now."

"That's right" said Avril and increased the pace of her slaps. "You lost the game and now you get to suffer the penalty". Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. "Perhaps you'll rethink whether all that time at the screen was worth it."

Yollanda's ows and ouches and similar indications of distress got louder. The burning of her bottom was continuous now, but that didn't stop each new smack hurting more. The kicking of her bare legs grew more frantic.

"Now tell Auntie Avril you'll stop wasting time" said her spanker. Yollanda didn't want to play that 'little girl' game, and just kept yelling and moaning. Avril paused and put her hand almost between the young girl's legs, at the lowest central part of her bottom. Yollanda knew all about the 'sweet-spot' and knew this part of her spanking would hurt most.

Avril spanked slowly but hard on that tender spot. Yollanda screeched on the first smack and began wriggling, as much as Avril's left hand holding her down would allow. On the second, she sobbed "Oh please!". On the third she gave a long drawn howl, and on the fourth she gave up. "I promise, I promise!"

"What do you promise?" prompted Avril, and smacked the same sore spot again.

"Oooooow! To study instead of playing games!"

"That's better". Avril stroked the reddened young cheeks. Yollanda stopped squirming and relaxed limp over her pretended "Auntie's" knee. She sulked about being made to play the little girl after all - when Avril helped lift her up, her face was red and her bottom lip pouted.

"Now now, don't be petulant" warned Avril, "or I'll put you back over my knee."

Zoey laughed. "Don't worry, Yollanda, I won't try to mother you when it's my turn to spank you. But you can cool your bottom for a while. It's Talia's turn to take some of her penalty."

"Yes" said Superbitch, "and I know just the instrument to use. Guaranteed to curb her redhead temperament".

Talia had been the luckiest of the club's members. She was the only one of the four founders to escape their first meeting unspanked. She had never had to remove any clothing or suffer a penalty. Until now.

She was standing stark naked between Superbitch, who had been waiting for a chance to avenge a certain tough paddling she'd had from Talia; and Zoey, who was eyeing the haughty redhead's long attractive legs and firm bosom with ill-concealed desire. Talia was more afraid of what embarrassing things Zoey might get up to with her than the pain of corporal punishment from Superbitch. Unfortunately for her, both problems were to occur at once.

After a whispered conference, the two newest recruits decided on a tag-team approach. Zoey sat on the spanker's chair and said "Across my lap, if you please, Talia". But at the same time, Superbitch picked up the strap and started making practice swings. Talia thought "OK, the young lesbian is going to serve as a spanking bench, while one of my bosses from work is going to thrash my behind with the strap. I can take that."

But it wasn't so simple. The first thing Talia felt wasn't the sting of the strap, but Zoey's fingertips brushing over her bare bottom. It made the skin come alive and reminded her of her nudity. It was only when Zoey ordered her to part her legs more that Talia had a better idea of what was in store for her. Zoey stimulated her inner thighs with that lightest of fingertip touches known as 'pattes d'araignee' - spider's feet. Talia couldn't help shivering.

Then Zoey took her hand well away from Talia's body, which was a signal to Superbitch. The strap came down with a loud splat, high on the redhead's exposed buttocks. Taken by surprise, she shrieked, and was immediately ashamed at having cried out at the first stroke. She wanted to tough out whatever they would do to her.

The costumed blonde brought the strap down again and again, enjoying her first chance to discipline one of the two employees of the company (of which she was an executive) who were members. The other, Linda, winced as she stood naked, awaiting her turn as the winning team's victim.

Talia was more prepared for these subsequent strokes of the strap, and gritted her teeth. The pain only made her hiss and narrow her eyes. Then Superbitch stopped the strapping and nodded to Zoey.

Talia felt gentle hands again, caressing her stinging skin and making all the nerve endings hyper-sensitive. Again she felt fingertips on her inner thighs, and getting closer to her vulva. But the exploring right hand moved to the crease of her buttocks, and slid towards her most private place from the other direction. Talia grew more and more tense wondering just how intimate these sapphic caresses were going to get.

But then she had to switch her mind back to absorbing the lashing of the strap. Superbitch had taken over again, this time attacking a lower part of Talia's bottom. The sound Talia made between clenched teeth was strained and high-pitched. Her feet began to rise towards her bottom protectively, but Zoey pushed her legs down again.

When the relay switched again, Zoey poked the victim's anus with a fingernail. Talia's whole body jumped in surprise and trepidation. There was nothing in the rules to prevent Zoey exploring inside this narrow opening, and Talia dreaded the humiliation of it. But it was a bluff. When Zoey's hand did what it had been threatening to do all along, namely stroke the redhead's labia just once, Talia sighed in relief mixed with involuntary pleasure. But that was the infuriating thing, she suddenly realised. She had been tricked into welcoming an outrageous genital molestation. Her face was bright red with embarrassment as Zoey giggled.

Yet again Talia had to tear her mind away from Zoey's humiliating part in her torment, and avoid being equally degraded by letting Superbitch make her scream or cry. The strap was now torturing the sensitive crease demarking her bottom and thighs. She clenched her fists and beat the carpet, kicking her legs wildly.

Zoey stretched her arms in opposite directions. Her left reached below the level of her chair to begin tickling Talia's left breast. Her right began stroking the victim's long legs, from mid-thigh to as far as she could reach. This allowed the strapping to continue on the severely reddened bottom in the centre. Talia's brain could only multi-task up to a certain point. She was determined most of all to avoid a sexual response under this young girl's hands, and the laughter it would cause from the others. So she made blocking out and resisting Zoey's ministrations her top priority.

But that left her insufficient concentration to deal with her strapping. A searing stroke across the tops of her thighs made her scream at the top of her voice, and tears started to well up in her eyes. The next stroke forced gasping sobs out of her. Her blonde spanker said "Haha! Got you!". She stopped lashing. But Talia continued sobbing, with the humiliation of defeat.

Zoey stroked the redhead's bottom gently and called for the skin cream. It wasn't much comfort to Talia. But she recovered her composure and sighed in resignation as she stood up. They had overcome the tough stoicism she wanted to project, and made her first penalty really a penalty for her. They had proven that she had as much to fear in losing a game as anyone. But after all, it was two against one! Unfair!

Superbitch put down the strap, declaring herself quite satisfied. "I'm not" said Zoey to naked Talia. "I have further plans to molest you later on."

Avril had watched all this with amazed admiration at how pleasure and pain had been used together. Now it was her turn, as one of the three winners, to exact a penalty. And it would, at last, be her dear friend Linda at her mercy.

Avril stood in front of her naked friend and neighbour. "Linda!" she said with great jollity, "At last it's my turn. After that first spanking you gave me, and after whacking my poor nude body with that hairbrush - now look who's the naked victim!"

Superbitch came up beside them, keen to help punish her other work-subordinate. "What do you want to whip her bottom with? And whatever it is, can I have a turn?"

Avril replied "Punishing her behind can wait until later. We all know what Linda has that we admire and envy." She reached out with both hands and lifted Linda's breasts a little, feeling their considerable weight.

"Oh no!" cried Linda, although she was smiling. What was Avril going to do to them?

"Oh yes! You can't blame me for indulging a little jealousy along with my payback." She tweaked both nipples. Linda squealed, giggled, and turned her body to get her boobs out of her friend's hands. Superbitch saw how she could help. She turned Linda back towards Avril then held her wrists behind her. "Stay still and accept your penalty" she ordered.

Avril slapped Linda's left breast sideways, obtaining another squeal. Then she used her left hand to do the same with the other boob. The ample breasts bounced each time. Then she smacked upwards onto the underside of each tit, which caused a lot more bouncing. Another sharp tweak to the nipples, and the pattern of slaps was repeated. Linda was very vocal: "Ow! Don't! Eeek! Ow! That hurts!"

Zoey was powerfully turned on watching this happen. As the third member of the winning team, she wanted to participate. "Harder!" she urged.

Avril gave the bare nipples more than a tweak - she gave them a hard cruel pinch, followed by more vigorous breast-slaps. Linda yelled, and struggled in Superbitch's grip. Her blonde boss had a firm grip on her arms and held her tits properly available for torment. Avril asked "Who else wants me to torture her harder for having boobs bigger than ours?"

Yollanda didn't want to betray her team mate. She and Talia were both waiting naked for further penalties themselves. Talia had no such scruples. She risked the fact that her own tits were bare and available for punishment, by calling out "I do! Make her scream!"

Avril stepped to the left a little so that her right palm could smack Linda's bosom front-on. This meant the pinioned brunette's nipples were getting the full impact of the slaps. "Aaargh, no!" she yelled, and bent her knees so that she sunk downwards, the one kind of movement out of the firing line that Superbitch's grip could not prevent.

"Now that's very naughty of you, refusing your punishment" said Avril. "You know, there are other places to smack!" She held her hand on her friend's pubic bush, her fingertips reaching to the labia. Linda straightened up and pleaded "No! I'll stand still!"

It was hard to keep her promise. As well as hard slaps at every angle, Avril alternated with sustained two-hand nipple pinches, and then twisted them a little - a thorough 'nipple-cripple'. Linda gave the scream Talia wanted, very loudly.

"OK, that's enough being cruel to your titties" said Avril. "But we'll be back to thrash your bottom very hard later. What's next?"

"My turn to put Yollanda over my knee" said Zoey enthusiastically.