#originaldevilinside

Tatty was more the eager to see Niklaus later that night and could hardly wait to see what outfit he had picked out for her. At 6:00 there was a knock on the door and a young gentleman handed her a package. "This is from Mr. Von Swartzschıld," he said politely. His love closed the door and eagerly opened the box and found a complete outfit. The dress was a beautiful black satin dress with a plunging neckline. Also enclosed was a pair of black stockings with a black garter belt. There was also a pair of red panties and bra. Both of them were frilly and almost transparent. There was pair of Christian Louboutin red bottom heels that complimented the outfit perfectly. To top the outfit off there was a beautiful matching necklace and bracelet! On the bracelet the words "Angel Love" had been engraved.

Tatty looked into Nik's eyes with almost a pleading look hoping to be spared the indignity of having her panties come off.... she knew she would be spanked while she was completely naked. When Nik said you were going to be naked for your spanking he meant it. Nik reached around her and unhooked her bra. She looked up at him with deep regret. She sighed.

Nik now hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and again looked into her eyes before taking them off. Slowly but surely Nik lowered her panties until he had them off, marveling at the beautiful sight unfolding before him. Tatty had a nice smooth abdomen, nicely curved hips, that tapered down to her nice firm thighs and her love channel. Standing in her high heels only accentuated the curves in her voluptuous attractive naked body. His gaze traveled from her breasts to the hint of darkness at the apex of her thighs, the small triangle, her hidden clit. He couldn't see the swollen pearl but he knew it would be erect, flushed, sooner or later he would pulled the hood back to explore her tiny, smooth pearl. Nik shuddered with need, his cock pulsing; He loved being inside her, but he loved sucking her clit almost as much. He leaned in, kissed her naked pubic mound. "Just like a cat," he teased, "a pussy that wants attention. And mine." he whispered... Standing in her high heels only accentuated the curves in her voluptuous attractive naked body.

Turning to Tatty, Nik said, "Well sweetheart let's get ready for her spanking." Tatty knew what that meant and Nik started to strip naked, he sometimes spanked her when they both were naked so he could feel her sexy naked body squirming and wiggling against his strong masculine body. Nik took her by the hand and said, "Let's go love, it's time for you to get the spanking you deserve."

She nodded. "Yes..." She saw an image from the past." She closed her eyes, remembering that scene herself. A tear formed in her eye. Tatty wasn't sure where they were going but followed helplessly as Nik led her across the room, up the stairs and down the long hall to his dark room. Nik always spanked her in the privacy of their dark room and wanted to spank her there as well. In the center of the room sat a simple straight-backed chair. Many a night Nik sat in that chair with Tatty lying naked over his bare thighs being soundly spanked by her husband. Nik led her over to the chair and he sat down with Tatty standing helplessly by his side. "I love being here," she sighed. "I feel so much at home with you." she wanted to soothe him.

"I'm glad," he said. He slid his hands up and down... Reaching up he took Tatty by the arm and pulled her attractive petite naked body down over his bare thighs. Nik thrilled at the feel of her naked body against his and his manhood acknowledged her presence. On the wall in front of the spanking chair was a full-length mirror so Nik could see Tatty's naked body lying over his bare thighs. Although she was an attractive hot-blooded woman she also looked a lot like a naughty little girl. Nik raised his hand high in the air and brought it down quickly on her full round bare behind. Even though it was only his hand Tatty's naked body reacted to this virgin assault of her bare behind. Her naked body squirmed and wiggled against his muscular naked body and she hollered, "Ow!" Nik immediately landed another smack and again her naked body reacted. Satisfied with her initial response, Nik began to land crisp hard smacks to her bare behind covering every square inch of it. Tatty had a nice full curved and firm bare behind that Nik's hand bounced off when it landed, leaving a nice red print every time. Tatty quickly became aware of the seriousness of her situation and her naked body began to squirm and wiggle in earnest against his strong naked body. Nik was particularly aware of her bare side rubbing against his swollen manhood.In his own mind Nik thought that each dollar it would cost to repair his car was worth one smack. As Tatty's naked body squirmed and wiggled in earnest he stepped up the pace, bound and determined to give this attractive hot-blooded girl the spanking she deserved. After landing over 200 smacks of his hand he enjoyed her. Nik simply smiled and landed another smack and again her naked body reacted strongly. After another 10 smacks, poor Tatty began to kick her legs back and forth to try to alleviate the pain. Her naked body was now twisting and turning trying to avoid the smacks of his hand.By the time Nik had landed another 25 smacks. She was crying now and her legs were kicking not only back and forth but from side to side as well. Sometimes her legs would kick so wide open so that she exposed her secret parts to Nik's eyes. With the wild gyrations of her attractive petite naked body and her legs kicking wildly, it took all Nik could muster to keep his mind on the chore before him. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. And another smack. He held her firmly as she squirmed, his own arousal growing as well. She pushed back against him. As he rocked back, his erect penis suddenly slid between her legs, his tip rubbing her wet nether lips. Before he could even think about it, he found his tip sliding into this beautiful girl who was his best friend, lover, and soul-mate. He had landed another 100 smacks of his hand to her now very very red bare behind before he stopped. It was now time for some serious spanking. "You get the hairbrush now," Nik took the oak wooden backed hairbrush, which always sat on their dresser next to the chair. Nik could not even begin to count the number of times that hairbrush had landed on her bare behind and her back. He knew all to well the pain that Tatty was about to feel and was glad to see her feel it. Nik eagerly took the hairbrush and before Tatty knew it, the first smack landed on her poor unprotected bare behind. Shocked horror would best describe Tatty's reaction to the horrible pain that raced through her body. Then he turned the brush so that she felt the hard bristles on her back. "You have a beautiful back." With strong determination Nik now launched into a steady stream of hard smacks of his hairbrush to her upturned bare behind and back. Every piece of her bare behind tasted the smacks of the hairbrush over and over again. Poor Tatty's naked body now thrashed around wildly over Nik's bare thighs. Her breasts and nipples would bounce up and down and sway from side to side as her naked body twisted and turned. Once again her shapely legs were kicking uncontrollably in all directions as she sobbed hysterically. At one point she tried to cover up with her right hand but Nik simply held it in the small of her back and continued to smack away. He was bound and determined to give Tatty the spanking she deserved. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

Shocked horror would best describe Tatty's reaction to the horrible pain that raced through her body. "Oh God no more she hollered", as she had never experienced that kind of pain. Nik was unmoved and landed another smack of the dreaded wooden backed hairbrush to Tatty's slightly bruised bottom. With strong determination Nik now launched into a steady stream of hard smacks of his hairbrush to her upturned bare behind. Every piece of her bare behind tasted the smacks of the hairbrush over and over again. Finally Tatty broke down completely and began to beg and plead for mercy. "Please no more Nik please. Please Nik I won't be bad again. Please Nik I'll be a good little girl honest. Please Nik I've learned my lesson. Please no more pleasssseeeee. Please Nik I'm so sorry. Please I can't take it anymore. Please Nik I won't ever be naughty again. Please Nik you're killing me. Please no more pleassseeee pleasssseeee." Please no more Nik I'll do anything but please no more pleasssseee pleasssseeee, oh my gosh." Tatty howled in pain. Her mouth was awfully busy. "Please. Please no more, I'll do anything but please no more pleasssseee pleasssseeee."

He ignored her please and kept right on spanking her. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Nik paused and asked her, "Anything Baby girl? Do you believe women who are naughty and stubborn should be spanked when they are naughty and stubborn? That's not good enough Baby girl," Nik responded, and landed 10 more smacks to her bare behind as Tatty howled in pain. "Do you have a different answer now love?" asked Nik with a dirty grin across his face.

"Yes they should be," she blurted out. Tatty screamed and hollered until she could take it no more and finally hollered out, "I agree I agree, please no more please."

"Are you sure Baby face?" Nik demanded landing a few more smacks.

"Yes, yes!!" she hollered. "Yes Sir."

Nik pushed her off his lap and let her kneel in front of him. "Tell me what you agreed to Baby," Nik asked holding her chin in his hands and looking into her eyes.

Tatty looked up, still crying said, "Whenever you think I have been a naughty, stubborn little girl, I will allow myself to be spanked by you."

"You won't forget your promise?"

"No Sir" she pledged.

"Okay then sweetheart, we have a deal. You can go downstairs and there you'll wait for me."  

A fight with an inner demon, how painful can it be? Memories floating his mind while he was looking out of the window, and enjoying the view he had of the wonderful city. The time he had spent in the desert, facing this demon. Sometimes it came back out of nowhere.

                  ☾ Flashback☽

“It’s a simple choice, Stefan. I don’t know why you have to make it so difficult.” The demon smiled, tugging with his knife at the skin around Stefan’s knuckle. This was today’s theme, exposing the joints, just like yesterday’s was surgically removing Stefan’s muscles without severing any arteries, and the day before breaking his bones without leaving a bruise. “No.”

The demon’s mouth did not lose its grin, although the shifting clouds of blood and lightning that were his eyes restrict slightly. “This form you keep is half the pain, you know. I can’t pull your intestines through your eye sockets if you don’t have eye sockets, Stefan. It's only in your mind.” His mind, and yet it seemed so real.

The demon's new trick was soon to use a bread knife to cut his limbs down to the bones and then sever them all. Maybe that wasn't the worse, there were the days he burnt all the flesh from his body with a very small torch. It took hours and the pain never stopped. It didin't stop when you can't actually die, when it never happened to his body. But he had to go through it, the bloodthirst, that had taken over his mind.

For a long time it felt as if he had no power and no chance to fight. Yet, day after day the question was asked if he wanted to switch off the humanity completely again, if he could bear everything - and day after day Stefan said no. He wouldn't join this side anymore.The last session had been the most painful to date though. This had been a lesson in the tools of the trade. All the tools that were used had been used in Stefan's life before. He saw all his various knifes, fire, water where he had drowned it, and everything else. The demon had used every one of those weapons in some way. He left him burning for hours, the drowning, the sounds that escaped Stefan were inhuman. This had been the worse and Stefan almost wanted to say yes. If he was going to be here forever why not stop the feeling? He refused though, he swore that as long as there was a grain of hope he wouldn't say yes. If he gave in and played along, then somehow got back topside how could he ever face anyone again?No. He couldn't. He had to endure and wait for these moments, the ones where he was slowly healing and alone. He had never been a fan of being alone before but now it was his only time he was safe.The slither of light appeared, Stefan dropped his head in his hands.Light. There was the light he had been looking for, and he woke up out there, alone, and his mind was his again.

The demon had vanished, he had defeated the weak side inside of him. And the moment it happened he knew he was in control again. In control of the emotions, of admitting what he was, a vampire, having reached another level, he had left the past behind and was ready for the future. And to find the place again where he felt he belonged.

                 ☾ NOW ☽

A while had passed since he had returned now. For many in the city he seemed like a normal new vampire, that was on a visit, but he used exactly this to watch quietly. He didn't reveal who he was, or what he could, instead he was just the one who was quietly interested in the different groups that were formed. It was simple; the instincts of those for power, they were usually acting without thinking, and this was a weakness they didn't know of. Time was on their side, and Stefan had to smile – for once he didn't see the time as a negative thing.

The small apartment he had was wonderful, it had everything, and he could see down into the vivid streets.

Dark-headed, short-tempered, strong, and not about to be tamed, stubborn, and hot-blooded, a beautiful girl. Her eyes reminded him of his years ago, warm, watchful, seemingly naive, and very pleasant to look at. "Please make it easier for yourself, don't make me mad." He touched her lips to his. They were warm; they were soft. He pulled from her. He licked his lips, leaned in again and kissed her. It was another short kiss. He pulled away from her again and looked into her eyes. He saw it. He saw the desire in her eyes. He grabbed her by her arms and shoved her back against the wall. His hands reached for the bottom of her dress and raised it up passed her hips. His hand reached for the front of her dress and ripped it open. She gasped. Her bra unhooked in the front, so he went straight for it and undid it. He looked down and watched in marvel as her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. "God, you're beautiful," he groaned, "So damn beautiful!" his hands reached out and began kneading her breasts.

She sat at a desk in the bedroom, reading some pages she had just printed off the internet. It was late, and she was having trouble concentrating; she really didn't care for the text. She had turned off all the lights in the room, except for the lamp over the desk, forcing her mind to focus on the black spots carved in the smooth white paper.

Turning a page over, she sighed trying to immerse her mind again. The house was so quiet, as was the night around it, so she quickly forgot her surroundings. Finally she was able to loose herself in the text, but only because that way it would be over sooner.

Leaning forward a bit, she thoughtlessly ran a hand through her hair, and then pulled it way so it would dangle back on her shoulder. Someone grabbed her wrist and she froze. Instantly she brought herself back to the real world, and noticed a distinctly masculine scent in the air.... when had he come in? She instinctively began to turn around to see him, but before she could complete her move, he yanked on her arm, twisting it so she fell to the side off her chair. Her loose hair fell about her head, blocking her vision. "No!" she said. She hadn't recovered from the shock of being grabbed suddenly, and new fear was creeping through her, although she still thought it was some kind of joke. On hands and knees, she tried to crawl away, maybe hide on the bed. It was only a couple of feet away. A rough hand snatched at the back of her dress, pulling her back, while another hand clamped over her shoulder. Almost lifting her bodily off the floor, he pulled her up and shoved her against the wall. As her hair flailed around her face, she thought the joke was not funny anymore. "W.....what the....?" she began, charging at him trying to get away from the wall. Instantly, and with incredible force, he shoved her back against the hard surface. For the first time she lifted her eyes to his face, and registered his completely expressionless countenance. Any protest died on her lips, dissipated by his look of ruthless purpose. Before she could even shrink back, he stepped forward, pressing his hard body against hers, sandwiching her against the wall. She could hardly breathe, so she didn't notice when his hand slipped behind her back to grab her hair. But she was instantly aware of it when he pulled her head back, twisting her face up to his. Then he leaned down and almost tenderly kissed her lips. Shocked at the paradox of the soft kiss, and rough body pressed against her, she couldn't react before his tongue slipped past her lips and played around her mouth.

...... His hand reached for the front of her dress and ripped it open. She gasped. Her bra unhooked in the front, so he went straight for it and undid it. She looked down as she felt that her breasts were now without support. He too, looked down and watched in marvel as her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She cried out as she felt his thumbs move over her nipples. She cursed herself for the response he coaxed out of her. She felt his lips once more upon her lips, and then on her neck, and then between her breasts. His breath was hot as it touched her skin. She could feel the stubble as he rubbed his face against her. The hands that were gripping her waist were now under her dress again. He lifted her up into his arms as he stood between her legs.

"I hate you!" she pushed on his chest.

"Yes, sweetheart, hate me… Hate me,"he grunted as one arm supported her bottom while his hand grabbed her breast once more. He pulled away from her slightly, but still had his hand in her hair. She tried to recapture her breath, bringing up the delayed sensations from her lips. She felt his hand cover her breast and carelessly mash it against her chest. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't kind. Finally her arms reacted, and she grabbed the hand on her chest, trying to pull it away, but he just brought his other arm around and trapped both of her hands against her chest. Then he forced them behind her, and held them there while she struggled.

An evil grin spread across his face, as he languidly dragged his free hand over her hips, up her stomach and across her breasts. His hand twisted in the delicate fabric of her dress, and with a jerk he tore it down the front revealing that she had neglected to wear a bra. As his hand once again attacked her breast, but this time savoring the feel of her soft, warm skin, she began to twist her hands in the vice-like grip that held them behind her. What exactly she would do with her hands, she had no idea; but she knew she had to get them free.

When he put his hand over her neck, and then leaned down to take her breast into his mouth, she forgot about her hands. She could feel his tongue languidly gliding over her skin, toying with her nipples; his lips pulling on her sensitive areas. Her breath caught in her throat as she stifled a moan and she closed her eyes. He pulled away, and as the air cooled the places he had licked, she regained control of her body once more, and with a tremendous effort finally broke free. "How dare you!" he growled.

Quickly, she made to slip between him and the wall, but she didn't even manage half a step before his arms hard as rocks slammed around her from behind, pinning her back against his chest. One of his hands had landed conveniently across her exposed breast, while the other was over her stomach forcing her hips back against him. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. His rough-shaven cheek slid against her ear, and he growled. "Nooo, stop" she screamed and swung her fist and hit him in the face.

"I'm going to fuck you, and your struggling just makes it more fun." That's when she noticed the hard lump pressed against her behind. She instantly tried to get free again, but he pushed her forward, so she landed face down on the bed. Quick as a cat, she twisted around on the covers, bringing her hands in front of her. But he was already on her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head. She was breathing hard as she looked up into his face straining over her, his clear eyes afire with desire. Then she felt the heat of that fire spreading over her exposed chest, and then down between her legs. He stepped in closer and kicked her legs apart, and pressed his pelvis over hers. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her through the fabric of his jeans. Pinning her legs down with her own, he used one hand to undo her panties, and then pull them down her hips a bit. Then he pushed his fingers under the fabric and twisted them around her pussy lips, before stabbing them into her cunt. Her back arched and a groan escaped her before she could stop it. She was quickly loosing her body to the sensation from between her legs, as he circled his fingers around the walls of her cunt, then rolling them over her swollen clit. She bit her lip and her eyes closed as wonderful sensations flashed up from her body.

Then he was gone. Shocked at the change, and unwilling to recognize the frustration she felt because he stopped, she opened her eyes. He was standing by the bed above her, between her dangling legs, undoing his pants. It took her a second to react, and use the chance to escape. She pulled back and quickly crawled over the bed. By the time she put her foot on the floor and was beginning to stand up, he had already dashed around the bed. Before she could react, he grabbed her and lifted her in the air, only to throw her down a second later on the bed. She tried to sit up, but he forced her down, pinning her head to the pillows. Then she pulled her legs up, so he couldn't pull them apart, but that only helped him when he pulled her pants over her behind. To stop him, she extended her legs full out on the coverlet, but that again only helped him to pull them down to her ankles. Frustrated, she tried to twist off the bed, but he just pushed her back again, and laid on top of her to keep her from moving. She could feel his hard cock rubbing over her stomach, and then sliding downwards. One of his knees poked between her thighs and forced her legs open, while an evil grin suffused his features. She twisted her pelvis, but that only brought his cock up against her pussy lips. He pushed his member a little harder and it came up against her wet clit. As he began rubbing the head over her, she concentrated on trying to get her hands free from his constricting grasp. She felt her breathing quicken, and a second later realized she was moaning at the sensation of his cock. She cut the sound off, only to groan louder an instant later as he slipped his full length deep into her. He was really enjoying himself now, as he started pumping himself into her pussy... Once again she could feel her body being washed away in the waves of feeling that swept up from her nether regions. Helplessly pinned to the coverlet, she could feel how his cock slid in and out of her, sparkling along her pussy walls. Despite herself, she was beginning to really enjoy the sensations running through her.

He pushed himself up on the bed, and his muscles tightened when he groaned deep in his chest. She looked up at his powerful figure, staring into the fierceness of his eyes. That's when she felt his cock jerking inside her, and knew he was filling her cunt with his cum. He fell back on to her panting, and released her arms. She lay there, with the heat of his body flowing down on top of hers; but before she could get a proper thread of thought in her head, he rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed. She stared as he quickly buckled himself up, and walked out of the room without even one glance at her.