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The howling of the werewolf could still be heard in the distance, when a pair of a glowing red eyes suddenly sparked in the bushes right behind Agatha's back. And while the barbarian woman was laughing at the spanked werewolf, a menacing figure with a pale white skin and raven haired beauty noiselessly appeared from the night shadows. In the blink of an eye she was already close to the barbarian. Her needle-like teeth pierced the woman's neck.
"So, you wanted to see Dame Athanasia in person, Agatha so called brat tamer, I suppose?" the raven haired woman laughed "Be careful, what do you wish for! Because here I am! And you have something, that belongs to me!" she smiled sinisterly, releasing Agatha.
The barbarian turned to the vampire, feeling, how some supernatural force makes her unable to resist the creature of the night's will. She was still able to argue with the vampire, but had no power to protect herself. "It belongs to the dwarves, no to you, bloodsucker!" she spat out.
The vampiress laughed louder and sat on a log, placing her opponent over her knees. "Well, well, well. I need to admit, I'm much appreciated, how you punished my useless minions for their failures, but it doesn't change the fact, that you dared to spoil my plans. And even while I am appreciated to you, no one have a right to punish my girls, except me or someone I allow to do that! And I don't remember, if I allowed you to punish any of my maids." she bared Agatha's bottom and opened her travel bag. "It looks like this is the artefact I am looking for. Thank you for keeping it for me!" Dame Athanasia took the artefact and hidden it into her own travel bag, before continued checking Agatha's goods. "Oh! It looks like I have here all I need to teach one overweening young woman a good lesson!" she smiled, raising Agatha's own hairbrush, Tear Bringer. "I wonder, if you ever felt all these nice things over this muscular ass of yours, Agatha! And, anyway, I'm happy to oblige!" she laughed sinisterly, before heavily landing the hairbrush on her owner's bottom for the first time. Agatha clenched her teeth. Her bottom was familiar with this hairbrush very well, since once it belonged to her mother, who was a very strict woman. But even she never spanked her this hard, so it didn't take much time from Dame Athanasia to make Agatha Brat Tamer to squirm over her lap, furiously kicking and crying out loud at each smack of the brush landing on her buttocks which turned bright pink quite quickly.
Suddenly Dame Athanasia stopped and rubbed Agatha's hot and already quite sore buttocks, slightly scratching them with her long sharp nails.
"I guess, since I want to check all these beautiful things this night, I need to switch to the next one," she giggled. "I don't want to broke you completely, so called 'Brat Tamer', but just teach you a lesson. So the spoon next, I guess!" she giggled some more, before raising the wooden spoon, Bottom Burner, aiming to Agatha's sit-spots. Even she was quite surprised, when these strokes made the woman scream out loud like she was a student of some Institute for Noble Maidens but not a barbarian warrior. "I guess it is enchanted, isn't it?" the vampiress smirked "Well, it looks like you're now taking your own medicine literally, Agatha. And hold still! Your behaviour is completely unladylike! Maybe this paddle will fix that?" she grinned like a pixie, now taking out Butt Bruiser.
The next few minutes seemed like an eternity to Agatha. An eternity of a burning terrible pain in her badly bruised buttocks. But that still wasn't the end, and she knew it. There was another one implement in her travel bag. And she was praying, that Dame Athanasia won't notice it. But the vampiress was observant enough to find it. She smiled dreadfully. "Oh, it looks like this is the thing that made my poor loyal Livonna howling so pitiful!" she turned to Agata's dark red ass covered with many purple bruises and chuckled. "I suppose it will be very unfair to my poor loyal Livonna, if you won't get some taste of this nasty strap yourself. I wonder, where did you get a dragon hide? It is illegal to slay such a rare species, you know? But enough talking, let us finish this!" and, paying no attention to all Agatha's pleading and weeping, she started tanning her already unbearable sore backside with Brat's Bane. She gave her just six strokes, but she made herself sure that those will be the Six of the Best, and then threw the almost passing passing out woman from her lap.
Agatha hardly sat on her hip, carefully rubbing her black and blue butt, weeping and bawling in pain. Dame Athanasia smirked sinisterly. "I hope, you'll learn your lesson, Agatha Tamed Brat, and will never dare to get in my way again. Don't try to hunt me down, if you don't want to get another thrashing. Thank you again for my artefact. And goodbye!" she threw all Agatha's implements to her and vanished in the night shadows, leaving the barbarian woman, who now was nothing more than a weeping mess, laying on the ground, nursing her terrible sore bottom.
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