Finally Bess thought, that the time had come. She smiled very nice to Benjamin. "I'm sorry, my dear friend, but now I have some things to do. It was very nice to meet you!" she send him an air kiss and leaved. Walking like a real lady, Bess returned to the bar counter, where Belinda still waited her. "Well well well Miss Big Bad She-Wolf!" she said with a deliberately strict voice "You didn't just lose the bet! You was very very naughty girl! So now it's time to a good nice thrashing! I must warn you - it surely will sting for a while! And now put down your jeans and panties and stay on the all fours, sweety!"

"Yeah, you win, hon. Really, I'm embarrassed because of my behavior! The young man is obviously a good, decent English gentleman, and I see now he's not used to such--forward advances from a woman!" Belinda replied.

Suddenly a rather anonymous, half-drunk dusky woman approached the two, with a scowl on her face. "lisshen, honey, not a-any of us are used to s-s-such b-b-hehavior!"! You--you aren't too-too old for a sound--sound hiding, con--considering your--you've act--acted like a child!"

Belinda's response was to now her head and look at the floor in shame and embarrassment. But Bess took the tipsy woman gently by the hand, saying, "Dear, why don't you go back to your table and let me handle this?'

The woman simply said, "You be--better, young--young lady!" And clumsily an embarrassed boyfriend rose and stood, then walked rapidly to his lady friend, helping her to her table. He was too ashamed of the woman's semi-drunken behavior to even glance at the two competitors at the bar.

But the barkeep could not resist, as the dark woman was escorted back to her table, awkwardly but not disturbing other customers or tables, back to her own place--the barkeep, acting as he thought in the interest of his customers, told Belinda sharply, "Your behavior in this pub tonight is inexcusable! You acted as if this place were a "strip joint"! The woman is right! You deserve a good, sound--looooong--thrashing for your behavior!"

But THIS time Belinda growled an answer. She looked angrily, even threateningly, at the man: "Listen, "pal!" she said, "YOU stay out of this!" The barkeep, half frightened, said nothing. Timidly he moved back to the other side of the bar table, pretending to look busy."

Meanwhile Bess listened and looked on, trying without success, to hide a smile. On her palm she tapped her riding crop meaningfully, apparently impatiently, certainly designing to remind youthful Belinda of her lost bet. She said: "Well, my dear? I'm waiting!"

"All right! All right!" said Belinda as she slowly began to unbuckle her fancy belt and unbutton her jeans. Just as she was pulling down the zipper, Benjamin came to them and stood next to Bess. He didn't say anything, but the rather stern appearance on his face and crossed arms showed unmistakably that he approved of Bess's obvious intention.

Belinda's face was roses with embarrassment' more when Benjamin arrived to watch her punishment. Indeed, all of the clientele of the bar watched in rapped fascination. Belinda pulled down her jeans and revealed that she was wearing a tight, tight black silk thong that revealed her entire bottom.

"Let me at least leave on my thong!" Belinda asked; "The part YOU want is totally bare!"

But Bess was determined. "No," she said sternly, "TOTALLY bare!"

Seeing no point in arguing, and hoping to get her punishment underway--then out of the way, more quickly, Belinda complied, pulling down her thong rather rapidly, maybe a bit angrily, down as quickly as she could, tangling it in the process.

After Belinda had pulled everything to the top of her boots, can't going any farther, face to face Bess told her, "Bow, bend over the top of the barstool where you were sitting, with your FAT butt on top of the stool!" Belindaobeyed. Meanwhile the pub was breathless, indeed mesmerized, by the proceedings.

Bess smirked at Belinda's misfortune and looked around "Well..." she said "I guess, it'll be not very fair, if this lesson will learn only the bar customers! Every passerby have a right to look at it! Let's go out, bad girl!" she took Belinda by her ear and leaded her out. Then she made the she-werewolf stand on all fours and placed her leg over her back, before taking her tail, to totally uncover her milky-white fat buttocks "Oh, my dear, this pose suits you perfectly!" vampiress laughed. Belinda only growled in anger.

The riding crop swished the air with the loud noise, and the silence was broken by a much more loud howling. Belinda tried her Best to endure the pain, but it was just unbearable! Bess's hand was really heavy! And she really enjoyed not just the punishment she just started giving to Belinda, but the show she made to the whole street. And as the vampire she was really happy to tan a werewolf's hide, since the vampires and the werewolves were a long time enemies. The riding crop rose and fell down several times, leaving the bright red marks on the Belinda's fat pale buttocks, making the wolf-girl howling in pain. Belinda wagged her quickly reddened bottom like a mad, trying to save in from the dreadful crop, but Bess only stepped heavily on her back and strokes her already tender plump buttocks harder and harder.

"It's a really pleasure to give a naughty German she-werewolf's hide a proper English tanning, my dear! Nothing personal!" Bess laughed evilly, smacking Belinda's buttocks at the each word, making her unfortunate rival kicking her legs and squirming under her foot. The dark red stripes crossed over already bright red plump bottom, making the pain really worse. Belinda howled and screamed. She lost the rest of her pride and dignity. Bess whipped her mercilessly, but made herself sure, that the silly she-wolf'll feel not just the pain but the all the shame and humiliation. And Belinda felt it. She knew that all the eyes of the bar customers and workers and even the passersbys were looked right at her and saw everything, while their ears heard all her screams and howls. She hated it but she couldn't do anything. Only howling and screaming and wagging her bare sore buttocks under the painful strokes and hearing Bess's notations, which made the pain and humiliation only worse.

WHAP. "AUA!!!!" SMACK "AUTSCH!!!" WHAM. "AU!!!" THWACK. "OUCH!!!" WHOP "YARAAA!!!" CRACK "EEYOW!!!" BAM "OW!!!" WHACK "AUA!!!" SWISH "OUCH!!!" SPANK "AU!!!" ZZZZT "AAAHHH!!!" THRASH "OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!" WHISH "YARAAA!!!" SWHOSH "AUTSCH!!!" WHOSH "EEYOW!!!" LASH "HOWWWELL!!!" WHIP "AUA!!!" SMASH "OW!!!"

Bess cropped Belinda's upturned butt like it'll be no tomorrow. She really went to town on her rival's sore ass. Belinda's howling and screams were heard echoing through the city. Bess tanned her hide properly, fully covering it with the painful dark red stripes from the highest parts to the lowest. Especially she striped several times Belinda's sit-spots, making herself sure, that the stupid she-wolf won't be able to sit for a while. Finally, after Belinda's squirming and wagging left her fully naked from the waist down - her heavy boots fell down from her legs with the jeans and panties, Bess made a pause, waving the riding crop in the air over her ill-stared rival's totally sore bottom.

"So, tell me, stupid creature, who is the real temptress? Who is the Queen of the Night?" she waved the crop, making the she-wolf's buttocks clutching in fear.

"Au! Au! It is you! You are the real temptress! You are the Queen of the Night, Bess!" Belindascreamed.

"Right!" Bess smirked "And who are you?" she gave her rival two more really painful strokes.

"AUA!!!! AUTSCH!!!! AU!!! AU!!! Mein Popo!!!! AUA!!!! A nothing more then the dirty stupid animal! Au! Au! Au!"

"I'm glad you finally confess it! And now run away Big Sore She-Wolf!" Bess gave Belindathe most powerful stroke, which crossed almost all sore stripes over her terrible tender bottom, and put her leg off silly she-wolf's back.

With a loud howling Belinda ran away on all fourth bottomless and barefooted.

Benjamin witnessed the whole thing, as the Vampiress hoped. At first he was amused when he saw that lusty girl Belinda prepared for her cropping, which he was pretty sure was punitive, rather than the consequences of a lost bet. Likewise, he was pleased that Belinda was being punished because of her loud, lewd behavior toward him in the pub, which both angered and humiliated him. Benjamin did not see what he was expecting; he was sure that his new acquaintance Bess would give Belinda a sound thrashing, one maybe that a lazy farm girl might receive from an angry farmer in the woodshed--a human cropping. Instead what he witnessed was something--as he thought, "something not of this world." The youthful-looking Vampiress was no "shape-shifter." She retained her regular appearance. But when she began her horse-whipping of the blonde, "wolf-like" girl who had tried to--almost--forcefully entice him at his table, he was not not thrilled; instead he was rather shocked at his new friends appearance. To him, the Vampiress resembled one of the punishing Furies of Greek mythology. Her face not stern, again as he expected, but rather DEVILISHLY smiling, pleased entirely with what she was doing, whipping her rival like one who whipped the damned in Hell! At first he did not know what to think; but somehow, for whatever reason, he did not feel either fear in his heart regarding the Vampiress' EXTREME thoroughness in her switching of Belinda, nor yet much sympathy for this--this "she-wolf" that embarrassed him to the point where he feared he could never enter this place, his favorite pub, without, at least, trepidation again! But also he was not unaware that Bess, who had suddenly turned into "a beautiful banshee," as he saw her,drew no blood, so she was thankfully not using that evil cat-o-nine whip once used on disobedient seamen in the British navy.

And so it was that young Benjamin's reaction to the Vampiress' apparently "extreme discipline" of this strangely wild-haired blonde girl, so like a wolf to Benjamin when she first approached, now taking on some kind of wolf-like characteristics, that may or may not have been present when she "glued her ass" to his table--thus Benjamin's initial shock at this transformation of the meek, polite Bess into a daemon, was turned into the state of an enthralled witness, a decent man seeing first hand this manifestation of evil, so often deeply "interesting" to such people..

But, "evil" as she appeared to be, Benjamin's eyes were transfixed, "glued" this time to Bess, and inwardly he was pleased that Bess had taken on this form, using that long-fabled "Vampiric strength" to whip--his!--tormentor! He really did not give a thought to Belinda's suffering--a pain overshadowing, if at least now and then, her humiliation of a bare-ass switching in front of practically everyone in the pub, including the barkeep and that dark-haired woman, neither of whom liked Belinda, and overlooking Bess's--strange, wild" appearance, cheered her on and catcalled Belinda - -not that the she-werewolf either noticed or cared about; after all, she had more important matters to attend to.

At the conclusion of Belinda's punishment, When with the strength of Hercules Bess delivered her final stroke to Belinda's bare bottom, resounding to Benjamin, the pub customers and barkeep, and all the passerby, chiefly amused by Belinda's unfortunate punishment, not worried about this Person who was punishing her, Benjamin snapped out of his hypnotic state and became fully conscious, again not of Belinda, but of Bess, whom Benjamin now considered the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Human? Daemon? Young Benjamin did not care. All his thoughts were focused on Belinda--and this was no school-boy crush, nor was it some spell cast on him by a supernatural "Creature of the Night," whom Benjamin now knew she was. No, his love emanated from his rapidly-beating heart, the beautiful, altogether feminine loveliness Bess still had for him, even as a "daemon."

But, as soon as Belinda was gone, so like a frightened she-wolf running away from a Stronger Creature whose, literally tail had been whipped--as it seemed to the spectators, pretty Bess resumed the appearance of equanimity, even meekness, that Benjamin had experienced at the start. She came directly to the young man, amid the applause and shouts of approval awarded her by people who had looked on the switching, and asked him simply, rather quietly, unobtrusively, "Well, Benjamin, did you enjoy the show?"

The boy smiled. "Bess! Never have I seen such power, s strength, exhibited by anyone, either man or woman! I--I--. . . . "

Benjamin did not now know what to say, but Bess did, and so with understanding sweetness the girl put her forefinger over the youth's lips, whispering "Shhhh! Shhh! Never mind! Just remember all what you saw here! Especially my dear friend's sore bottom!" She smiled and walked away, disappearing in a night fog in a full silence and only a she-werewolf's howl was heard somewhere afield.