RedTails : Reckonings
The Paddled Princess
By
Scarletdown
Chapter I: Street Sentence
Powerful muscles rippling beneath soft black leather pants and matching sleeveless top, a Furling Tiger, born and bred to hunt, stalked with grim determination through the busy streets of Lovenmusk. Warden Arlin paused as he neared the city's Techno-Leisure district and sniffed at the night air. His orange and black striped tail twitched with annoyance, and a disdainful snarl crossed his feline muzzle as he took in the nearly overpowering mix of aromas that permeated this part of town; a mix of beers, ales, and hard liquors from seedy bars and raucous clubs; cheap foods from the many sleazy diners and little hole-in-the-wall vendors; and most importantly, the people. The walks flanking the wide streets were an endlessly flowing river of flesh, fur, scales, and feathers. Nearly every species imaginable on Lockke, and many from off-world, was represented here, and their scents mingled together as one.
This part of town never slept. Business of all types was conducted at all hours. Street musicians and dancers performed for passersby, in hopes of receiving coins and scrip for their efforts. Grey merchants peddled their wares, ranging from gaudy jewelry, to high tech gadgets of questionable origin, sensory chips, assorted chemical substances, and even other people; pleasure pets, trained, ready, and willing to satisfy any desire a well-paying master or mistress may have. For those who did not care or were unable to afford the costs of actually owning a pet, but still wanted to satisfy primal urges; prostitutes, male and female of many diverse species were readily available for hire on the street corners and in high priced brothels. Indeed, most anything one might desire could be found in this section of town.
Arlin was not overly fond of this area. However, his excellency, Regent Tormanin, allowed this place to operate freely, provided the shady activities were confined to this sector only and some semblance of order and safety for the citizens could be maintained. Tormanin explained early on that the people needed a place where they could let their inner animal nature freely come forth without having to constantly look over their shoulders for the law coming down on their tails. However, the people understood that there was also a rigidly defined boundary as to what was acceptable behavior here, and crossing that line would result in severe punishments, some of them instantaneous.
As the Tiger neared the intersection that marked the boundary of the Techno-Leisure district, he was approached by a Furling Rabbit. She had large, liquid blue eyes, and a thick mane of sunny blonde hair which dropped in wavy curls down to just below her shoulders. Her fur was two toned; a golden brown, with a blue-white treasure trail that started at the lower half of her fluffy cheeks and muzzle; covered her neck, chest, and firm stomach, and continued down between her muscular thighs. She was wearing nothing but a tiny black vinyl thong, a black half shirt that dropped to just below her breasts, thigh-length black fishnet tights, and black sandals with low heels. She looked most tantalizing. Her eyes were half closed and her ears seductively laid back as she put a gentle paw on Arlin's shoulder.
Arlin cocked his head to one side and gave the Rabbit a look through squinted eyes, "Erm, may I help you, miss?" he politely asked.
She giggled and shook her head, "Well, actually, her voice was soft and wispy, I was going to ask you the same thing. Perhaps we can help each other?" She ran her fingers along his jawline and under his chin, then did a half turn and gazed at him over her shoulder with a look that Arlin knew all too well. She patted her wide, plush, gold and blue rump and twitched her tail invitingly.
"My rates are most reasonable, and I'm willing to submit to nearly anything that you might wish to do with me, within reason of course."
Arlin nodded thoughtfully and gave the girl a cool gaze that caused her to instantly realize that she had just made a major error here. He flashed her his i.d. and introduced himself, "Miss, you are attempting to sell your services to an officer of the Regency Court, and outside the boundaries of where prostitution and other grey activities are tolerated." He gestured to the other side of the street. "That is a class C offense, and I must now declare you under arrest. Please present your identification."
The Rabbit's expression promptly changed from one of sultry seductiveness to wide-eyed fear as she reached into her shoulder bag and extracted her i.d. card. As she surrendered her card to Arlin, she made a feeble attempt to talk her way out of her predicament.
"Please, sir, please. I didn't know. I'm new in town and was just hoping to earn a little extra spending money since me and my employer have had a streak of less than stellar contract jobs, and..."
Arlin looked over her i.d. and shushed her with a touch of his finger on her muzzle, "Miss Karma, of Arborvale; co-decker aboard the Shadowglider Silver Banshee, registered to one Firefly Hollebrange of Arborvale," he took a gentle grip on her shoulder and guided her over to a bench beside a hover train stop.
"We have regulations to uphold here that maintain a very fine balance between order and anarchy in this part of town," he explained. "Grey activities are to be confined to the Techno-Leisure sector, which begins across the street there. That helps to keep the peace for the rest of Lovenmusk, and we have zero tolerance for those carrying on such activities outside the prescribed boundaries."
Karma again pleaded for lenience, "But Warden, Arlin, I truly did not know. If you could just give me a warning, I'll hurry over to the other side of the street and never venture over here to conduct my business again. I give you my solemn word. Please? I don't want to get locked up in the dungeons."
The Tiger sniffed at the scent sample on the back of Karma's i.d., then gestured towards the long wooden seat, "Please face the bench and bend over, feet apart and paws on the back rest." Karma obediently complied, knowing better than to disobey a Street Hunter. She assumed a very tantalizing vulnerable position, with her back arched and her fluffy teardrop-shaped tail held straight up. Arlin then knelt behind the frightened spread-eagle Bunny, pulled aside the narrow strip of vinyl holding her thong in place, pressed his muzzle between the soft mounds of her delicious-looking bottom, and took a deep whiff of her intoxicating scent. Satisfied that everything on her i.d. was in order, he stood up again, and continued his explanation of how this town operated.
"So then, Miss Karma," he began. He placed a paw firmly on the middle of her back to keep her in place when she started to get up, "No, keep your position, girl. Remember, you are still under arrest. Now, as I said before, we have a zero tolerance policy for grey activities outside the prescribed boundaries, and you are guilty of violating that regulation."
"But I didn't know," Karma repeated.
Arlin gave her a firm smack on her upturned rump with his open paw, "Shush, please and listen. We can not allow ignorance as an excuse to let violators get off free and clear. If we started making exceptions, then others will start pushing beyond the limits we set here since they saw someone else go unpunished. That would cause this fragile balance we painstakingly maintain to ultimately break down into chaos."
Karma sighed and sniffled, "Then...then what's going to happen to me, Warden?" she asked, "Am I going to be locked away in the dungeons now?"
"That is one possible outcome," he growled, "or you can accept a street sentence instead. Look at me." Karma turned her head and blinked nervously as Arlin removed a narrow rod from his belt and gave it a squeeze. The rod extended into a full-length riding crop, which hummed softly with energy.
The Rabbit swallowed hard and her tail dropped down over the crevasse of her ass like a protective flap, "A lightning crop? So you are going to give me an electrified spanking?"
Arlin nodded his head, his expression most serious and grave, "Yes, Karma of Arborvale. Ten strokes at medium charge across your bottom is the standard street sentence for a class C offense like you are guilty of."
The Rabbit gave a frightened whimper, her whole body trembling nervously, "That seems a little harsh for something so minor and harmless."
"That's our law. We don't fuck around, and the people who work and play in this part of town understand and accept this arrangement. However, you could decline the street sentence and choose to spend a night and a day in the Regency Court's dungeons. But I would not recommend such a choice."
"Why not?" Karma asked.
"Because during your confinement," the Tiger explained, "you would still be subjected to physical punishments, most likely much less desirable than a mere spanking. And additionally, you would also be assessed a rather heavy fine."
"In other words, I can have it quick, humiliating, and painful; or drawn out, expensive, and even more painful." Karma gave a resigned sigh, bowed her head, and raised her tail again, "And then Firefly would roast my ass some more afterwards for costing us so much scarce money. Okay, fine. Let's go with the quick and painful choice. My ass is for your pleasure, Warden Arlin."
The Tiger gave her a sympathetic smile and patted her trembling flank, "Indeed it is, Karma of Arborvale. Indeed it is." He rubbed the crop over her bottom. The energy flowing through the rod caused a nervous shudder to course through the girl's body, and the fur on her rear to stand on end. She inhaled deeply as Arlin swung the rod up high over her wide behind. "Ten at medium charge," he repeated, then brought the rod down in a graceful arc towards its vulnerably exposed target.
The riding crop connected dead center across Karma's butt, landing with a dull smack that was followed by the buzzing snap of electricity being transferred into the Rabbit's nether flesh. The impact caused her to suddenly exhale, and the shock made her gasp, while her back arched and her legs spasmed helplessly.
Arlin raised the crop again and gave a warning gaze to the crowd that was gathering to watch this Bunny whore get her beautiful bottom spanked. The spectators backed off a few paces, and then the Tiger swung the crop down again. This time, it struck only the left side of Karma's butt, with another buzz-snap as it again discharged its electrical payload into her wide, plush rear. Karma's haunches flexed delightfully, and she gave a soft whimper, blinking back tears that threatened to dampen her cheek fluff as the Warden's crop did its job on her bottom. This was followed immediately by a matching blow on the right side of her ass.
The fourth stroke of the crop, like the first, struck dead center across her rump, inflicting its punishment equally on both cheeks, and harder than the first two. The Rabbit yelped loudly as the electric fire burned through her ass. Her paws took a tighter grip on the back of the bench, and the insides of her long ears began to warm up with embarrassment. She smelled the distinctive scent of arousal coming from the curious bystanders who had gathered to watch her get her butt spanked. And despite the intense punishment, Karma herself felt a touch of moistness forming under her thong and between her thighs. She yelped again as the riding crop struck, this time along the lower curve of her bottom.
Five down, five to go. She sighed and closed her eyes tight, gritting her teeth against the unfathomable pain coursing through her south end as the Tiger relentlessly carried out his task, maintaining a smooth and steady beat, each electrified swat as hard and biting as its predecessor. After what seemed like an eternity in which not a single square inch of her bottom escaped the kiss of the electric riding crop, the tenth and final stroke impacted across the center of the trembling Bunny's sorely abused butt, much harder than the previous nine. A final burst of electricity shot through her rear, and then it was over. Her street sentence had been carried out in full, and as she held her position, awaiting the Tiger's instructions, she vowed to herself to never do anything stupid enough to suffer this painful and humiliating punishment ever again.
Arlin gave the handle of his riding crop a gentle squeeze, and it retracted into itself like a stiff cock going back into its sheath. He put the crop back on his belt, and gave Karma a gentle pat on her burning rump, "You can get up now, miss. Justice has been served."
Still sobbing softly as the intense stinging in her backside lingered on, Karma stood upright and gingerly rubbed her sore bottom. While Arlin made a few more notes in his datapad, she couldn't help but blush as she noticed the prominent bulge in his tight leather pants. She couldn't really blame him for getting aroused, considering the nature of the punishment he had just administered on her furry butt, but it was still rather humiliating knowing that he had enjoyed carrying out his task, and that the bystanders, judging from the expressions on their faces and muzzles, thoroughly enjoyed the little street show at her expense. The Tiger finished his incident report and handed Karma's i.d. card back to her. She stashed it in her pack, then accepted Arlin's proffered arm, and he escorted her across the busy street.
"I do hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight about our laws and customs, Miss Karma," Arlin said, as they walked together, arm in arm.
Karma nodded and sniffled, "Indeed I did, Warden. I will be much more careful of where I operate here in Lovenmusk from now on. And I will be sure to download the city ordinances to ensure that I don't fuck up like this again."
"That is a wise idea, m'lady. You definitely do not want to cross odds with the Street Hunters again. Because a second offense would result in twenty strokes, plus a series of rectal shocks, light setting but still quite painful. And a third incident would land you in the dungeons for three days."
The Rabbit shuddered and protectively placed a paw over her butt as she thought about how such a punishment would feel, "Oh, trust me. There will never be a second offense from me, Warden."
They reached the other side of the street, and Arlin released his gentle grip on Karma's arm. "Well, here we are, miss. Now you are free to sell your tail all night."
She nodded and smiled at the big Tiger, "And my offer still stands, Warden. I'm sure that after spanking me in front of all those people back there, you could use some relief..."
"Perhaps later," Arlin cut her off, "I am on the hunt tonight, and really must get back to my mission."
Karma pouted, then gave him a tender kiss on the cheek, "Well, I'll be out late anyway. So you should be able to find me if you change your mind. Good hunting to you tonight, Warden Arlin."
"And good hunting to you too," Karma, Arlin replied, "May you return to your lodgings with a buttload of coin and cash." He started to turn away and head up the street, then turned around and gave the Rabbit a curious gaze. "Oh, Karma? I have just one other question for you."
"Fire away, Warden," she said.
"Your info shows that you are a decker on a Shadowglider," Arlin stated, "However, your info also shows that you have no neural socket, which is a critical trait for a decker. Does this by chance mean that..."
Karma giggled and blushed, her ears flattening down against her back as she interrupted his questioning, "Yes, Warden. It's true. I have no neural interface socket. That is something I never had a desire to get installed, too intrusive for my tastes. Instead, as you have guessed, I use one of those new ventral interfaces."
This time, it was Arlin's turn to blush, "Er...well...isn't that just as intrusive?"
She shrugged and smiled, "Yeah sure. It might be. But it is intrusive in ways that I don't mind."
The Tiger nodded understanding, "I see. Well anyway, again, good evening and good hunting." He turned around again and padded down the busy sidewalk, his thoughts still filled with the images of the Bunny's plush bottom upthrust for all to see as it received the full measure of the street sentence. Depending on how his hunt tonight went, he decided that he may very well seek out Karma later and purchase her services for an hour or two.
This part of town was even busier than normal tonight, Arlin mused as he waded through the crowd. He paused occasionally to take a peek inside various night clubs and bars, then continued on his way when he did not detect the scents of his quarry. As he made his way deeper into the heart of the Techno-Leisure sector, angry curses were heard coming from up the street. The source of the disturbance came into view in short order. A sleek, four-passenger road speeder raced past him, its hoverlifts keeping it knee-high off the ground as its driver, an Ornith Crow, expertly maneuvered the car through the heavy, slow-moving traffic. Close behind the fleeing speeder, a Street Hunters cruiser matched it move for move. The cruiser sported the markings of the Regency Court, and Arlin recognized the pretty Furling Otter lass at its controls.
Denali was one of the newest recruits in Arlin's department, and the girl was already proving to be one of the hottest Street Hunters in Regent Tormanin's service. She was naturally skilled with the controls of her street cruiser, not even needing a neural interface or any other biohardware to enhance her abilities. She also bore an investigative instinct that put many of the veteran Hunters to shame. But as is common with most young, raw recruits, Denali's innate talents and enthusiasm for her work were tempered by brash impulsiveness and the recklessness of youth.
The cruiser swerved to the left, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with a public transport hover train. Denali ended up over correcting by just a small margin, resulting in her clipping a street lamp with the rear end of her cruiser, and also taking out a parked powerbike as well; leaving its pissed off owner, a Furling Ferret, swearing like a Goblin and shaking her little fist in its wake. Fortunately, the Otter's recklessness could and would be corralled and reigned in over time, with frequent disciplinary sessions. In fact, Arlin determined that first thing in the morning, Denali would have one of those sessions over the Tiger's knee, and she would experience the first of what would probably be many meetings between her pretty bottom and his paddle. This was one of the fringe benefits of the Court Warden's job, and it was no secret that the Tiger absolutely loved this delightful duty which he unfailingly and vigorously carried out with great enthusiasm on the bottoms of his subordinates. He allowed himself a brief smile as he thought about tomorrow's proceedings, then turned his attention to the latest police business at paw.
Arlin padded over to the Ferret girl as she mournfully looked over the wreckage of her bike, and presented his identification, "Pardon me, miss," he began, his voice low and calm, "Warden Arlin, Regency Court at your service. On behalf of our Security Forces, I wish to express my sincere regrets over your most unfortunate mishap and..."
"Regrets?" the enraged Ferret chittered at him. Her sable fur bristled as she gave the Tiger a chilling glare that could make any of the Infernal Realms freeze over, "Unfortunate mishap? My sweet musky ass! I'll tell you where you can stick your regrets and condolences, law boy..."
"Please please," Arlin interrupted, unshaken by this girl's understandable rantings, "try to calm down for a moment or two. I am here to help you."
"Calm down?" she huffed and looked up at the gathering crowd of curious bystanders, "Calm down he says! Why the fuckity
"My bike gets totaled by one of your hotshot Street Hunters, and all you can offer is regrets? Well fuck that! Your regrets can't replace my ride or protect me from the roasting my daddy's gonna give my butt when he finds out about this. He paid an assload of goldcreds to buy this bike for me, and now look at it.