Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 23

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 23: Tourette's Syndrome.

When Roberta burst in, it looked at first as though Therese was pointing a gun at the bathroom, which presumably contained Jeanette as she had said on the phone. But then "Therese" turned her head. Her left half had one of Jeanette's ponytails and her eye make-up. Roberta now knew why she had only seen one twin at a time, and why there was only one bed.

The schizophrenic Therese/Jeanette entity, whom Roberta immediately christened 'Tourette', proceeded to have a bitter argument with herself. Slowly, the rest of the twins' story came out. Therese had already told Roberta of her jealousy over Jeanette's daily spankings from their father, whereas Therese (the good girl) received no intimate contact from him - no hugs, nothing. The family picture on the wall showed that there had once been two real girls.

The last thing Therese had said was "One day I couldn't take it any more". Now, the Jeanette half of Tourette spilled the beans. "She picked up Father's shotgun and blew his brains out." Roberta made the logical deduction - Therese had killed the real Jeanette as well.

"All he had to do was TOUCH ME!" raved Therese. "I wouldn't have cared how much a spanking hurt. I wanted him to whip my butt raw with his belt, make me scream. Anything rather than ignore me."

"You murdered him, and you call yourself the GOOD girl?" replied the Jeanette personality, unaware that her real self had also been killed. "I hope you choke with your jealousy." She took on a purring, bragging tone, goading her Therese half. "It was so sensual, so intimate, being over Daddy's lap, bare bottom, feeling his hand on me. And he always cuddled me when he thought I'd learned my lesson."

'Therese' screamed with rage. "You perverted, incestuous bitch. No wonder you have the morals of an alley cat." Tourette's right hand slapped the left side of her face.

"You HIT me, you cold sexless witch. Take this!" The left hand grabbed the right breast and squeezed cruelly. The right hand retaliated, inserting itself into Tourette's business suit and pinching the left nipple as hard as possible. The personalities' shared mouth screamed.

Roberta stood there as Tourette continued hurting herself, screaming and cursing. Earlier, she had doubted that the twins were Malkavian vampires like herself, since their speech pattern wasn't as mad as her own. But now she thought herself relatively sane. Was Therese made a vampire before the murders, or did her cracked mind attract a Malkavian sire afterwards? Perhaps becoming a Malkavian vampire was what made her 'resurrect' Jeanette in her mind, becoming her for half the time. Roberta would never know.

But then she realised she had a stake in this contest. 'Therese' was as cold as an iceberg, whereas 'Jeanette' was a superb bisexual lover who had given her the hottest orgasms ever. Roberta took the latter's side in the argument. "Therese torments twin terribly, jabs Jeanette due to jarring jealousy. Sexy sister suffers scorn of spectacled sibling."

"That's right" said the Jeanette half, ripping the suit jacket so she could better torture 'Therese's right breast. She dug her fingernails into the aureole. The dual personality screamed again and her right hand raised the gun. Roberta called out desperately to 'Jeanette', "Look out, lesbian lover. Grab gun, gorgeous gay girl." Both hands fought over the pistol, and it went off.

A single shot wasn't enough to kill a vampire like Tourette. But in her addled mind 'Therese' was now dead, and 'Jeanette' took over completely. "Oww, that bitch really hurt my tit" she said, stroking her left nipple.

"Bare that bodacious bruised boob, bi beauty" urged Roberta sympathetically. "Slave slut soothes sore spot." She helped the blonde remove the jacket and her dishevelled bra, and set to work kissing and licking the left breast.

Jeanette (for this is who she was now) moaned and said "The other one hurts too - I don't know why." Roberta comforted the right boob similarly, until Jeanette seemed calm and relaxed. Then she remembered why she had gotten involved with the twins in the first place.

"Tell tit-licker trouble towards Tung is terminated?" She needed information from Bertram Tung, who had gone into hiding under threat from the "twins".

"Of course. It was Therese that was at war with that Nosferatu. Now she's dead. And I can't even see her ashes on the floor. Oh well!" chirped Jeanette. "I'll get word to Tung and say he's okay with the Asylum now, provided he helps my favourite fledgling." She kissed Roberta's lips. "Good luck, darling! Be back soon, I'm going to be lonely here all by myself." She licked her lips and winked in a way that promised further pleasures.

"Roberta returns, ready to repeat recent raunchy romp. Ta-ta, triumphant twin." She skipped out of the nightclub, without giving the demised personality called Therese another thought.

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.

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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!