Spanked Malkav - Erotic VtMB Chapter 28

Spanked Malkav - an erotic tale of Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines
by KajiraGames.
Chapter 28: Nines Aces a Queen.

Nines Rodriguez holstered the gun he had just used to kill one of Roberta's Sabbat attackers, then returned to stroking and comforting her whipped thighs and bottom.

"You have a beautiful butt, but not beautiful enough to put a Brujah off his guard" he said. The Brujah were a clan of rebels, sometimes adopting a punk-rock subculture, though Nines was more reserved. Roberta already knew he was a leader of the Anarchs, who hated Lacroix and the Camarilla almost as much as the Sabbat. He had now saved her twice, and Roberta liked him - a lot.

Beckett, whom she had met at the old railway station, had also been comforting and affectionate to her, but in a more fatherly way. He had claimed to be a very ancient vampire who was looking out for her. Nines' attitude was more in keeping with his youthful appearance, and the way he was stroking her was more erotic.

Roberta quickly recovered from the strapping the Sabbat thugs had given her, but she didn't say so - she didn't want Nines to stop what he was doing. "Rodriguez' rubbing of Roberta's rear really restful" she said. "Continue comforting contours with caring caresses".

"Let's get out of the street, sweet Malkavian girl" suggested Nines. He lifted her up and, taking her hand, he led her to a nearby factory door. He picked the lock, and they found a comfortable office with a couch.

"Feeling better?" asked Nines. Roberta shook her head. "Sore skin still seeks stroking" she said, pouting. Nines grinned and pretended to believe her. He guided her over his lap and lifted her skirt as though he intended to give her more spanking.

"I've got a stong urge to tan your hide" he said, "But I reckon that's a power you have over everyone as a Malkavian. Am I right?"

Roberta nodded. "Please put aside power. Forego further flogging, favored friend." Nines reassured her: "It's okay, I can resist it. But if I'm going to stroke your sore butt properly, let's have these out of the way." He pulled her panties all the way down and took them off over her feet. Then, as promised, he resumed stroking gently all over her bottom and down the backs of her legs.

The vampiress sighed and moaned, then more intensely as Nines' fingertips touched her vulva. She parted her legs a little to make it easier for him to stroke her there. When she felt his erection underneath her, it was time to abandon the pretence of being comforted after a whipping, and admit what was really going on. She jumped up and removed her top and bra, while Nines took down her skirt.

Then he stood up and she helped him out of his clothes, baring his lower half while he took off his shirt. They went into a long searching naked kiss and began touching each other all over. He gently squeezed and nibbled her boobs, and she caressed his penis with the lightest possible touch.

"Some vampires exchange blood to make love" said Nines softly, "but I prefer the old-fashioned human way." He sat back down on the couch and Roberta straddled him, guiding him into her pussy. They remained motionless that way for a few seconds looking into each other's eyes. Then Roberta began moving up and down, twisting her body so that his tool gave her the maximum stimulation of her clit.

When they climaxed together, there was no ejaculation - vampires cannot create life. There was just a towering ecstasy, exhausted gasping, then a long time holding each other wordlessly.

There was a danger of being trapped in the factory or caught outside when the sun rose, so Nines asked Roberta to meet him at the Last Round bar. She promised she would, and at the factory door they parted with a last kiss and embrace. But then they thought they had better go back for their clothes.

Roberta decided that she too preferred old-fashioned sex over blood-based vampire variants. "Human humping hugely hot. Unique undead usages unnecessary!" she said to herself.

Real Historical Punishments 7-9

Real Punishments - 1550 Teresa of Avila

7. A nun in the order of Barefoot Carmelites, Saint Teresa had a strong preference for being birched, by herself and others. She frequently chastised the other nuns too. She is also depicted in Bernini's sculpture "The Ecstasy of St Teresa" having what Dan Brown calls a 'toe-curling orgasm' (in "Angels & Demons"). What Dan doesn't say is that according to Teresa's writings, the ecstasy was caused by an angel inflicting pain on her.

Here she is taking her turn in a group penance. You can't mortify the flesh without revealing it, right? This picture could just as well depict several other saints from convents: "Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo et mundabor" - "Purge me, Lord, with hyssop (a spiky plant) and I shall be clean". All masochists form a queue (behind me).

Real Punishments - 1558 Marie-Ann Leveque

8. Marie was the niece of the Mayor of Bruges, Belgium. Her confessor was Father Cornelius Adriason, who customarily whipped young women half-naked for their sins. But he decided that Marie-Ann Leveque deserved an extra-special penance. He stripped her completely naked and after her whipping, she said, she felt something enter her 'shameful place'. A doctor confirmed her complaints, verifying whip marks and recent penetration. Fr Cornelius was removed from his post but no criminal charges were laid. Sound familiar?




Real Punishments - 1586 Jane Wiseman

9. An example of 'Peine Forte et Dure' in Protestant England. When Jane Wiseman refused to be tried by a jury for hiding a Catholic priest, it was ordered that she should be:
"stripped naked except for a linen cloth about the lower part of her body" and be laid on the ground. Then, "upon her body let there be placed as much stones and iron as she can bear and more."



It took a while before the worst thing to happen to a Catholic girl was getting the strap from the nuns!


Series blurb:
A history of the bondage and corporal punishment of females, using only incidents where a name and approximate date are known. I'm doing them in chronological order, covering from the first century to the nineteenth.

[Notes: (1) Some licence is taken with the positioning and state of dress of the victim, as this is usually unknown. (2) Most quotes in this series are from "Encyclopedia of Cruelty", Felicity Press, Islington Australia, 1995.]

The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 7

One fateful day, when Grugg was idly stroking his thumb over One's breasts, a vibration made the ground tremble rhythmically. Over the rise, a tall figure came striding. It was Grugg's size and held a club like his. But to his surprise, the newcomer was shaped like Pet One - except that the two frontal 'lobes' were longer, larger and hung pendulously. The hair was long and unkempt. Grugg had never seen anything like it before.

Grugg started to put One back in the cage, but the giantess strode forward and whacked him sideways on the head with her club. He dropped One, and the cage door was left open. The Dragonborn sprang out and began to lead One quickly away. Grugg stood up, puzzled and not sure what to do. Then he instinctively raised his club and bopped the female, with only half his strength, on the top of her head.


The pets concerned themselves with running, but heard the process of clubbing continuing alternately for several minutes. When they felt safe enough to turn and look back, the two giants had fallen down behind a boulder. The valley floor began to shake amidst the grunting and roaring of whatever was going on behind there.



One and Two returned to Whiterun, where Jarl Balgruuf made Two a thane, and appointed One to be his housecarl. They set up house together and used it as a home base for adventures around Skyrim.

Now and then, One would argue and try to assert leadership. Two would have to put her over his knee, remove her greaves and take down her underwear, then teach her who was the Thane and Dragonborn with the palm of his hand.



This was a completely different experience for her from being whipped by the giant. She would relax and moan, and end up saying "Yes, my Thane" with a look that invited him to throw her onto the bed and re-enact all that they had done on the floor of a cage.

After exploring the region, they took the Jarl's advice and set out on the long mountain trek to High Hrothgar. And the rest is history.

THE END

[A history known to those familiar with the Skyrim game, of course. The final picture is my idea of a happy ending.]

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]

The Skyrim Giant's Pets - Part 3

So that he could make sure the attacked mammoth was all right, Grugg put his new captive in the cage with pet number one. She squealed and covered with her hands the parts of her where she seemed to like being tickled most. She must be telling the new one, thought Grugg, 'these are my favourite places, touch me here.'

When he returned from checking on the mammoth, Grugg saw that his first pet had calmed down but was sitting in the corner of the cage timidly. The new one was making a lot of complex sounds towards her, that didn't mean a thing.

Now and then, Grugg would play with Pet Two. He found that if he tickled it in the right place, he could produce a reaction. But it didn't make the noises Pet One made, so it was not as much fun.

Grugg played with Pet One every day - Pet Two would make angry sounds at him, and soon Grugg noticed that when he grew bored and put One back in her cage, Two would put his arms around her and make quiet soothing sounds.

Just when he thought his pets couldn't get any funnier, Grugg returned to camp and found them in the strangest position together. In the following days, he discovered them holding or touching each other at all sorts of angles, and making rhythmic movements. At these times, Pet One was often making a lot of her little sounds.

Grugg shrugged his shoulders. It was weird, but what else did they have to do? Yet something in the back of his mind told Grugg that one day he might have more pets.

[Next time: A switch to the pets' point of view, including who they are.]

Skyrim: Spanked (and more) by Ulfric

By KajiraGames (M/F spanking, sex)
[Second story based on characters, events and dialogue in the Skyrim RPG game, requested by someone on skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com]

Ilse lived in a perpetual state of 'glad to be alive'. After escaping death by chopping block and by dragon, she drove Ralof mad all the way to Riverwood - skipping ahead to pick the mountain flowers, chasing butterflies, and chattering non-stop. At the Three Sentinel stones she took an age to make up her mind which one to touch. When Ralof ran out of patience and continued his journey along the river, she called him a "grumpy old bear's-breath". Even when wolves attacked them and Ilse put an arrow through one of them, she kept teasing Ralof for his seriousness and telling him to 'lighten up'.

Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun was similarly irritated by her frivolous remarks and short attention span. He couldn't wait to dispatch Ilse to High Hrothgar. She chose instead to explore the Reach, where her skills of stealth and bow were not to be trifled with. She replaced her stormcloak cuirass with gear she took from a defeated Forsworn woman. The skimpy furs required all her Nordic cold-resistance to wear, but it looked good, which was all Ilse cared about.

Remembering Ralof's suggestion that she join the Stormcloaks, she allowed her travels to take her to Windhelm and the Palace of the Kings. As she entered the spacious stone hall, Ilse heard a booming bass voice echoing around its walls, saying "He's a true Nord. He'll come around."

As she passed the long banqueting table, Ilse recognized Ulfric Stormcloak. Familiar from the cart to Helgen were his brown hair, short beard, strong-looking hands, and his grim demeanour. Galmar Stone-Fist was urging him to attack Whiterun and kill Jarl Balgruuf. Ulfric replied "Taking his city and leaving him in disgrace would make a more powerful statement, don't you think?"

Ilse interrupted brazenly: "Yes, especially if you hang him in a cage. In front of that snotty guard captain, Irileth, would humiliate him best".

Ulfric frowned. "Only the foolish or the courageous approach a Jarl without summons. Do I know you?"

"Don't you remember me?" she pouted. "We took a scenic ride together on the road to Helgen. You didn't say much." Ilse grinned at him.

The taciturn Jarl merely raised an eyebrow. "Ah yes! Destined for the chopping block if I'm not mistaken."

"They did try to cut my hair the hard way. But here I am in one piece." Ilse tried to ingratiate herself. She really didn't give a skeever's tail for politics, but she said "I want to fight against that mean old Empire. So I came a long way to find you."

"A fair point" rumbled Ulfric, and continued in his clipped, brusque sentences. "Well you've come to the right place then. Speak with Galmar. I'm always looking for able fighters. Not everyone can say they made it out of Helgen. Seems we're all branded villains these days. So long as your criminal past stays in the past, and you fight for me with honour and integrity, we'll welcome you into our ranks."

Ilse didn't want to speak with Galmar. Ulfric's voice seemed to be creating vibrations in her stomach - and lower down. She watched his large hands soar the air, gesturing as he continued his argument with Galmar: "Torygg was merely a message to the other Jarls."

Once again, Ilse butted in. "And that widow of his is so skinny! I bet she used to get lost in a wrinkle in the sheets, and Torygg couldn't find her until morning."

"I said talk to Galmar!" Ulfric turned her around to face Galmar and gave her one swat with his right hand on the seat of her Forsworn 'bikini' bottoms. The impact of it sent an electric thrill right through her body. For the first time in her life Ilse was stunned into silence, not by pain, but in wonder - and a craving for more.

She only half-heard Galmar telling her to kill an ice-wraith to the far north. She nodded and began to walk, a little unsteadily, towards the outer doors. She heard Ulfric's voice raised in passionate fervor: "I fight for the men I've held in my arms!"

Ilse felt a great desire to be one of those 'men'.

It was a long trek to the Serpent Stone, and it took many arrows and a lot of dodging to take down the ice wraith. When Ilse returned to Windhelm, she found Ulfric once again engaged in serious debate with his lieutenant.

She willingly took the Oath, swearing loyalty to Ulfric. But she refused the armor she was offered. It was crude and bulky, and didn't show off her generous Nordic curves as her Forsworn clothing did. And that was a priority right now, in front of Ulfric.

"Many brave shield-maidens have worn that armor" said Ulfric reprovingly. "But I suppose you're a stealth warrior, aren't you." It wasn't really a question, and Ulfric resumed discussing a jagged crown with Galmar. "I'll send the unblooded here with you" he said, almost dismissively.

Ilse felt a little miffed. "Always business" she thought, "doesn't he ever relax? He's obviously as brave as a mountain lion, and cares about his people, but: Why... so... serious?" She became determined to make Ulfric smile.

When Ulfric raged against Queen Elisif handing over Skyrim to the Imperials, Ilse interjected "I hear she spends every evening sucking General Tullius's dick".

Ulfric didn't laugh. Aggravated, he asked "Why are you still here? You're supposed to be at Korvanjund, proving Galmar right, or proving him wrong."

"Why does Galmar wear that bear on his head?" asked Ilse innocently. "Isn't he hairy enough?"

Something seemed to snap in Ulfric. He grabbed her by the back of her neck, dragged her the few steps to the throne and sat down on it. Ilse squealed, and Galmar, who was not quite out the great doors, returned to see what was happening. Jorleif the steward, Wuunferth the mage and others in the hall also stepped closer as Ulfric pulled Ilse struggling (but not too hard) over his knees.

Ulfric removed the steel bracer from his right wrist, and then pulled Ilse's fur bottoms roughly down to her knees. Ilse felt him get a hold on her beige underwear, and begged "No!". Why did this have to be in front of other people? The idea of Ulfric taking her pants down, for one purpose or another, had helped keep her warm during the long journey north. But having her bottom bared in front of the whole court of Windhelm was more than she had bargained for.

Ilse's undies joined the brief Forsworn fur at her knees, and a massive stinging slap hit her bare cheeks and made her yell. Ulfric's hand covered a LOT of her bottom, and left a large red patch behind. Another smack followed quickly and produced an "Owww!" that echoed through the hall. Even servants began to appear from other chambers to watch the spectacle.

As the hard slaps continued, Ilse felt torn. This was hurting, more than she expected, but the stinging was creating the strangest secondary sensations: the feeling she was about to sneeze; a fear/thrill at how easily she had been up-ended onto his lap, and at being so completely controlled; and then desire! She felt her nipples harden against her fur halter. And the pleasure in her pussy seemed to meet the pain in her bottom and blend with it.

Ulfric's annoyance was also undergoing a change. After the first few punishing smacks, he began to notice the pleasant proportions of the reddening buttocks that were placed across his thighs so invitingly. Ilse's squeals and yelps became endearing - she was a brat, but a cute brat!  And her squirming across his lap couldn't help but have a physical effect on him.

He decided to see if those effects could be magnified. He aimed at the centre of the undercurve of Ilse's cheeks, and spanked her there repeatedly, harder than before. He acheived his desired result, hearing her shriek and plead more loudly, and feeling her gentle squirms become a desperate writhing.

In increased pain and ecstasy, Ilse forgot all about the audience. She abandoned all dignity and released her tears. Ulfric gave her a few more spanks as she cried, then stopped and asked "Have you learnt to be respectful and to keep your place in my court?"

"Yes, my Lord" sniffled Ilse. She genuinely did feel a greater wish to obey Ulfric silently than to joke around with him right now. She felt like the spanked brat she truly was.

Ulfric lifted her to her feet. She stood there, fur bottoms and underwear still around her knees, as if waiting for permission to pull them up. All the courtiers and servants on the eastern side of the hall had a clear view of her pubic bush.

So did Ulfric. He was struck by a uniqueness about this young woman. He had only had dealings with two types of females: warriors who served him proudly, and whom he respected for their strength and prowess; and serving girls who feared him too much to speak out of turn. He had sometimes spanked the latter for careless service, and they had screamed and cried under his heavy hand. But there was something different in Ilse's movements and voice during her spanking. And she was no weakling - she had defeated an ice-wraith alone - and yet here she was, standing in a state of submissiveness that overrode her modesty.

In a deep but gentle tone, he told her to dress herself and report to Korvanjund. As she obeyed quickly and left the hall he stared after her, intrigued and aroused.

On their return from retreiving the jagged crown, Galmar gave Ulfric a good report of how useful and brave Ilse had been. Ulfric was holding an evening war-council meeting. He thanked her, relieved that she had proven worthy and had stayed safe.

Ilse had not forgotten her determination to make Ulfric smile. "We were attacked by draugr even skinnier than Elisif" she said. Ulfric was secretly amused, not so much at the weak joke, but by the cheerful insolence in how Ilse said it. But he had to stay serious in front of his senior officers, who were as dour as he normally was. "Not now, we have serious matters to discuss", he chided in his deep tones. "There's still the question of Whiterun to decide."

Ilse couldn't care less about Galmar and the other officers, or the table with its silly flags all over it. "Oh, you mean Balgruuf", she wittered on. "He thinks he's so tough, sitting under a dragon's skull. I bet if it fell down in front of him, he'd scream. And that Irileth! The way she coddles him, I wouldn't be surprised to find him sucking on her tit."

One or two of the officers chortled a little, despite themselves. Ulfric suppressed a smile and said evenly "My friends, this conference is in recess." Then like lightning, he grabbed Ilse's wrist. He began to drag her, not towards the throne, but towards the stone steps leading to his private chambers. Ilse gave a show of resistance, her feet skittering on the tile floor as she was pulled along.

In the Jarl's chamber, he sat on the bed and stood Ilse in front of him holding her elbows with both hands, at arm's length. "Despite what you may be thinking" he said, "I HAVE brought you here to punish you".

Ilse switched 'modes' in an instant, from brat to submissive. "Yes, my Lord" she cooed.

"You cannot disrupt councils of war. Now take off your clothing!" Ilse took his command literally. She threw off both halves of her fur 'bikini' and then the pale brown underwear beneath. She stood naked, head bowed and hands by her sides, in front of Ulfric. In unspoken command, Ulfric tapped his thigh, and she stepped to his right and stretched herself as far over his lap as she could manage. Her bare bottom was perfectly placed over his thighs.

With no real anger in him this time, Ulfric began Ilse's spanking more softly. She gasped and moaned. Then as she warmed up, he began harder smacks. Again her squirming lit a fire in him, but it was accompanied by a deeper pleasure - this was a resourceful young woman who had fought well for him, and here she was naked over his knee in full submission.

He began some slow but very hard spanks with his broad hand. "Oww! Sir! Please! Yeow, oww! My Lord!" Tears leaked from Ilse's eyes, but again she was experiencing a release that was as full of emotional and physical pleasure as anything else.

At last, Ulfric stopped spanking, effortlessly turned her over and sat her up, so she was sitting on his lap. Her arms reached for his neck right away and Ulfric hugged her close, some of her tears wiping off onto his shoulder. Then they were enwrapped in a long searching kiss.

His right hand came to her breasts, palming them and pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Ilse trembled and parted her thighs, inviting him lower. His sturdy fingers probed her, outside then in, producing short high-pitched moans that were heard through the chamber door.

"Disarm me" commanded Ulfric. Ilse slipped off his lap. He stood, and she removed his axe and unstrapped his armor. This was normally the duty of a squire, but Ulfric determined to transfer the boy to other duties and let it be done by this naked girl from now on. Ulfric was turned away from Ilse when she removed his last garment. She swallowed hard when she revealed his round and muscular buttocks.

It was evening, and without turning around, Ulfric told her to blow out the candle and get into the bed. She obeyed, and in the darkness Ulfric joined her under the covers. This was why Ilse was taken by surprise when the critical moment came. His entry didn't quite hurt her, but she felt stretched, filled to capacity. As his thrusts began, her clit and every inner surface was getting it's full share of attention. As she panted and gasped, his bass voice was saying "My Love!". Between deep breaths she answered. "Mmm. Ulfric! My Lord!"

Afterwards as they clung to each other, he said "I fight for those I hold in my arms". She responded "I will do anything you command, my Jarl, my King!"

And she meant it.

END