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Subject: {ASSM} RedTails - The Paddled Princess : Chapter I (M/F,spank,furry,ScFi,nosex)
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RedTails : Reckonings
The Paddled Princess

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 buy the services of 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 Eppner 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, then 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, and you would also be 
assessed a rather heavy fine as well."
	"In other words, I can have it quick and painful, or drawn out, 
expensive, and 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 coursing through the rod caused 
the girl's aft fur to stand on end and a nervous shudder to course 
through her body.  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 ass 
punished.  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 
lovely 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 area 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 coursed 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 typical 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 like."
	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.


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