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It had begun as a stupid game, a dare. for weeks Sabre had been teasing her primary boyfriend about his age, that were he a changeling he'd be a shut-in, holed up in a freehold harvesting glamour like it was going out of fashion. At first the Fianna Garou had laughed at her comments, explaining that werewolves accumulated scars as they aged instead of banality. In response to the younger Nocker's teasing, the werewolf would engage in acts of spontaneity. He would turn up at the end of her working day to pick her up on a motorcycle, or in a horse-drawn carriage, he would suddenly begin dancing with her in the street as they walked hand in hand. In the bedroom their loveplay became edgier awakening darker appetites within sabre, making her crave new experiences, fresh new cruelties to make her squirm and gasp.
However, as was the nature of her Kith, when Sabre noticed the comments were beginning to irk her him she doubled her jibes 'twisting the knife' as it were. Eventually one evening while they were at a fetish night hosted at a local club owned by a mutual friend, surrounded by other changelings, sabre addressed her lover as 'Old man' and made a barbed comment about the growing number of silver hairs in his hair and beard, his eyes narrowed.
'If you're going to behave like a brat, you'll be treated like one!' He snarled.
He grabbed her, throwing her over his knee he lifted her short skirt, yanked down her panties and spanked her in full view of everyone.
After her public punishment, Sabre fled to the ladies room, tears coursing down her face, not of humiliation, but of regret, remorse that she had pushed things so far.
Eventually she emerged, seeking out her Garou lover, and found him talking to an attractive Satyr woman. The satyr's choice of clothing left no doubt that she was a Domme, sun-bleached hair framed a face blessed with perfect symmetrical features and tumbled over the smooth, tanned olive-skinned shoulders of the stranger who turned to look at the young Nocker, smiling seductively her vivid blue eyes glittering..
Sabre's pointed teeth worried her lower lip as her glance flickered from her boyfriend to the sapphire-eyed stranger.
'I....' She began, her lover raided a hand, silencing her.
'I assume you were going to tell me how sorry you were?'
Sabre nodded, lips pressed close together, fresh tears prickling at the back of her eyes. The Garou nodded.
'If you are..truly sorry then you will submit yourself to any punishment that I deem fit.'
Sabre opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and simply nodded dumbly.
'I that case,' Her lover reached out and clipped a leash to sabre's collar, handing it to the satyr who took the offered object in a scarlet leather gloved hand, her full lips curving into a smile, her eyes glittering. 'Hesioda here tells me she is something of an apothocary, she says that she has developed a blend of oils that she hopes when applied to welts will burn exquisitely. Although, up until tonight, Hesioda hasn't been able to secure the services of a volunteer to test the oil on.'
Sabre swallowed hard, her buttocks were already glowing from the spanking she'd received earlier, The Dreaming only knew how a whipping followed by this starnger's potion would feel.
Her gaze met that of her Garou lover. 'Thank you.' She whispered, his reply was a nod and a small smile. Sabre turned to Hesioda, curtseying. 'Mistress, this one hopes that she can be of...assistance in your experiments.'
The attractive Satyr smiled, one gloved hand stroking the Nocker's cheek. 'Oh, I'm sure all three of us will find this evening...enlightening, although, Mr Garou, you only get to watch,,to begin with,' she replied, then tugging on Sabre's leash she turned leading them through the club toward the exit. 'Come along now,' she said brightly,'I want to get that pretty backside of yours covered in stripes before the spanking you had earlier wears off!'
Picture done for a contest over at #Changelings-united
Hesioda belongs to ~arora-vesper
However, as was the nature of her Kith, when Sabre noticed the comments were beginning to irk her him she doubled her jibes 'twisting the knife' as it were. Eventually one evening while they were at a fetish night hosted at a local club owned by a mutual friend, surrounded by other changelings, sabre addressed her lover as 'Old man' and made a barbed comment about the growing number of silver hairs in his hair and beard, his eyes narrowed.
'If you're going to behave like a brat, you'll be treated like one!' He snarled.
He grabbed her, throwing her over his knee he lifted her short skirt, yanked down her panties and spanked her in full view of everyone.
After her public punishment, Sabre fled to the ladies room, tears coursing down her face, not of humiliation, but of regret, remorse that she had pushed things so far.
Eventually she emerged, seeking out her Garou lover, and found him talking to an attractive Satyr woman. The satyr's choice of clothing left no doubt that she was a Domme, sun-bleached hair framed a face blessed with perfect symmetrical features and tumbled over the smooth, tanned olive-skinned shoulders of the stranger who turned to look at the young Nocker, smiling seductively her vivid blue eyes glittering..
Sabre's pointed teeth worried her lower lip as her glance flickered from her boyfriend to the sapphire-eyed stranger.
'I....' She began, her lover raided a hand, silencing her.
'I assume you were going to tell me how sorry you were?'
Sabre nodded, lips pressed close together, fresh tears prickling at the back of her eyes. The Garou nodded.
'If you are..truly sorry then you will submit yourself to any punishment that I deem fit.'
Sabre opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and simply nodded dumbly.
'I that case,' Her lover reached out and clipped a leash to sabre's collar, handing it to the satyr who took the offered object in a scarlet leather gloved hand, her full lips curving into a smile, her eyes glittering. 'Hesioda here tells me she is something of an apothocary, she says that she has developed a blend of oils that she hopes when applied to welts will burn exquisitely. Although, up until tonight, Hesioda hasn't been able to secure the services of a volunteer to test the oil on.'
Sabre swallowed hard, her buttocks were already glowing from the spanking she'd received earlier, The Dreaming only knew how a whipping followed by this starnger's potion would feel.
Her gaze met that of her Garou lover. 'Thank you.' She whispered, his reply was a nod and a small smile. Sabre turned to Hesioda, curtseying. 'Mistress, this one hopes that she can be of...assistance in your experiments.'
The attractive Satyr smiled, one gloved hand stroking the Nocker's cheek. 'Oh, I'm sure all three of us will find this evening...enlightening, although, Mr Garou, you only get to watch,,to begin with,' she replied, then tugging on Sabre's leash she turned leading them through the club toward the exit. 'Come along now,' she said brightly,'I want to get that pretty backside of yours covered in stripes before the spanking you had earlier wears off!'
Picture done for a contest over at #Changelings-united
Hesioda belongs to ~arora-vesper
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This is SO brilliant! Thanks so much for your contribution. 
I enjoy the story so much as well! I love your stories. This is fabulous.
I enjoy the story so much as well! I love your stories. This is fabulous.