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This is a gamebook, meaning it's a CYOA with a character sheet that you have to track. The game will tell you when and how to modify your character sheet. You'll be tracking three statistics:
More details for each statistic will be given as it becomes pertinent in the game.
In a generic office building in a generic city in a generic part of the United States there was a door. The door had a single frosted window. Emblazoned on the window were the words "'Mischief' Malone, Private Eye." The door opened into a small office. A small hat stand stood in the southwestern next to the door. A small woman's fedora, a large woman's veiled hat, and a large man's homburg hat hung on the stand. A small filing cabinet sat in the small northwestern corner. A small potted plant sat next to a small window facing west. Warm evening sunlight filtered through its leaves, casting green speckles across the floor and the small desk in the middle of the room. A small door sat behind the small desk. A small typewriter sat in the middle of the desk, surrounded by a small number of small piles of paper.
A large woman sat behind the desk. Large shoulders and large breasts strained the front of her dark red dress. Her long burgundy hair was pulled up into a tight bun. Small glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, angled down for reading. Her green eyes flicked across a small sheet filled with small handwritten notes sitting next to the typewriter. Her age was indeterminate, anywhere between mid twenties to early forties, depending on whether you focused on her youthful face or experienced, supremely confident demeanor.
The room was silent, save for three sounds: the clackity-clack of the woman's fingers flying across the typewriter keys, the muffled splat of hand on bare bottom from behind the door, and the muffled yelps from the same source.
The back door swung open and a portly gentleman in a grey pinstripe stepped out. He slammed the door shut and huffed through his thick mustache.
"What I get for hiring a woman to do a man's job." He strode past the still-typing secretary and pulled his hat off the hat rack. "Ma'am."
"Thank you for your patronage," said the secretary. "Please do come again."
The man grunted. He plopped his hat on his head, yanked the main door opened and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
"Most ungentlemanly," said the secretary. She gingerly pulled the sheet of paper out of the typewriter, and placed on an empty space next to the typewriter. She stood. At six feet tall even before accounting for heels, she looked almost comically large in the small room. She pivoted, pulled the back door open, and stepped into the back office. Her slender blue dress clung in all the right places, drawing attention to the sway of her large, firm bottom with every step.
A young woman was in the room. She stood at five foot nothing, with short, slightly curled, disheveled black hair. Her dark eyes were squinched with pain, and her small red lips puckered in discomfort. She wore a red collared blouse with frills running along one side of the three white buttons down the front. She wore a brown ankle-length skirt with an offset button placket that ran along the left side to just above frills at the hem. At least, she was supposed to be wearing a skirt. In actual fact, the skirt was crumpled in front of the desk, and the woman danced about in nothing but heels, black hose, and a white garter. The red triangle of a thong disappeared between her thick, broad, firm buttocks, which were bright red and liberally sprinkled with handprints, and what almost looked like belt welts.
The woman danced about the room, her small, delicate hands frantically rubbing her large, powerful bottom. The ample cheeks wobbled and bobbled under her rubbing and dancing. She whimpered, moaned, and hissed.
The secretary stepped around the desk and to a small icebox set in the corner. She pulled out a slightly damp cloth and caught the other woman's arm as she danced by. She guided the much smaller woman over her desk, her well-spanked bottom rounding and jutting out. She pressed the cloth against the girl's welts.
The other woman sighed and relaxed against the desk. "Thank you Renae."
"Don't know why you can't pull one of these out yourself," said Renae. She dabbed the cloth against the girl's welts, leaving cool, glistening water behind.
"Kinda hard to do when your bottom is on fire," said the other woman.
"Pulling open a fridge door and pulling out a washcloth? Now really, Maddie."
Maddie squirmed. "That requires standing still."
Renae rolled her eyes. "So what happened this time?"
"Rex," said Maddie through gritted teeth. Her fist clenched. "Rex Smokin' Gunn."
"Just another Tuesday I see."
"Not funny."
"Well, keep putting pressure," said Renae, releasing the rag as soon as soon as Maddie's fingers pressed against it. "I've got a form I need you to sign, from the Council of Baggenshire. Should be done drying by now."
Maddie groaned.
"Oh stop making a fuss. Just a little something confirming the accuracy of my report. A yearly formality is all."
"Rex never had to deal with that."
"Rex can barely tweak a die. Not worth the Council's time." Renae stepped out and closed the door behind her.
Maddie pressed the compress more firmly against her bottom, with mixed results. Her bum burned so badly. First, Chucklehead Rex's belt, then that tub of lard's tubby hand. If only the cloth were cooler. She glanced over at the icebox. She could always get another washcloth, but that required walking, and now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she wasn't sure she could make it, so badly did her bum burn.
She gnawed on her lip. Now, a bit of magic, just a little bending of the rules to make the cloth cold enough. Renae would never know.
Deduct 1 point of Karma.
Magic is fueled by Karma, which is basically a measure of how patient the universe is with you. The higher your karma, the more magic you can use before the Universe gets annoyed, and your spell backfires spectacularly. Anytime you wish to cast a spell you do the following:
Be careful! Karma is a very limited resource, and you only gain more by failing a spell. You'll have to decide if a successful casting is worth the karma points spent, and there may be some spells that you can't complete without spending additional karma.
A judicious use of karma is key to success.
If you want a little extra thrill, swap the order of steps 1 and 2 (i.e. deduct points from your pool before rolling the die).
Maddie sighed in relief and relaxed against the desk as she ran the deliciously cool compress over her bottom. The burning faded to a faint ache everywhere the compress touched.
Deduct your spankings by 1. Great, you've just earned yourself a bit more wiggle room! Remember, it's an instant game over if Maddie's spanking count exceeds 3. Though this came at the cost of some karma, which will make future spells harder to pull off successfully. Was the trade-off worth it? Only time will tell.
The office door opened, and Maddie hastily dropped the compress, yanked her skirt up, and spun to face the door. She made a big show of mewling and wiggling as the cotton fabric brushed across her bottom.
Maddie signed the report, and Renae vanished into the front room. Maddie took a deep breath, and a gleeful smile split her face. She swung around her desk and plopped down in her chair. She wiggled happily. Bet that chowderhead Rex was thinking right then about how she must've been sitting tenderly. Well, jokes on you Rex!
She picked up the financial report Renae had left on her desk yesterday evening.
Her smile didn't last long.
Increase your karma by 2.
Maddie sighed in relief. The compress was so wonderfully cold.
Decrease your spankings by 1.
Cold.
Cold!
COLD!
Maddie yelped. Everywhere the compress touched, it felt like she'd shoved her bottom in snow and kept it there for a year and a day. She flung the compress away from her.
Right as the door opened and Renae returned. The compress smacked Renae's forehead with a wet splat.
Maddie spun around and pressed her bottom back against the edge of the desk. She gnawed on her lower lip.
Renae reached up and removed the compress from her forehead. She tossed it on top of the ice box and turned her piercing green eyes on Maddie. "You used magic."
"What? No. No. Pfsh. Of course not. I wouldn't use magic for such a silly thing," said Maddie. "We just have a really good icebox."
"Indeed." Renae stepped into the room, and Maddie pressed back against the desk, its edge digging into her clenching bottom. "So good in fact, that stuff gets colder after being removed."
Maddie gave a toothy smile. "Um, yeah? Got it for cheap too."
Renae walked up next to Maddie. Maddie shuffled away from the towering secretary. Renae set the form down on Maddie's desk, facing the private eye. She nodded her head to the form. "Please go ahead and sign this."
Maddie gnawed on her lower lip. Her stomach twisted and churned. She skimmed the report, and reached out with shaking hands and picked up her pen. She leaned over the desk and hastily signed her name, very much aware of Renae towering over her with her hands folded in front of her.
"Very good." Renae wrapped an arm around Maddie's torso and hoisted the girl into the air, tucked under one arm like a small pile of books. "Now. Let's talk."
Maddie yelped. Her feet pedaled at the empty air, and she clutched the edge of the desk with white knuckles. "No, Renae not like this–oww!"
The crisp smack of hard, bare hand on soft, bare bottom bounced about the office. A terrible sting pierced Maddie's right cheek, and her legs pedaled frantically. Her bottom, firm but with a layer of soft fat overtop it, jiggled with the force of the stroke.
"When are you going to learn, magic isn't 'convenient.' You don't get to use it just to make your life a little easier." Renae walked out of the office. Maddie's fingers slid off the desk. Renae's powerful arm arced through the air with every step, her broad palm landing bum-bouncing smacks to Maddie's naked, wobbling cheeks with every step.
Maddie mewled and kicked. "This isn't fair! Oww! I've already been spanked twice today."
"And yet your bottom is pale as the moon." Renae picked up a stool tucked up against the wall and set it down just in front of her desk. She sat down and swung Maddie around so that the much smaller girl lay face down across her thick, muscular thighs.
Maddie squirmed. Her legs kicked and her hands clutched the stool in a deathgrip. "Not out front like this. What if we get a customer? How're they gonna take me seriously?"
Renae reached back and fished around in her purse with one hand, while the other pressed against the small of Maddie's back, holding the girl against her lap. Her hand emerged clutching a large, ivory hairbrush. The back had been worn quite smooth over the many years it had been in her family. She tapped the back of the brush against Maddie's pink right cheek.
Maddie tensed. "No, come on not that. Come on, your hand hurts plenty. Please!"
"Using magic always carries a price." Renae brough the hairbrush down hard on the swell of Maddie's right cheek. The heavy thump of hard ivory against soft flesh bounced about the room. Maddie arced her back and howled. Her legs stuck out straight, and she pressed against Renae's thigh. "You may not pay it right away, but you will pay. Abuse the Universe's goodwill, and you'll find it lacking when you need it most."
Renae brought the brush down on Maddie's left cheek. Then her right, then left again. Right, left, right, left in rapid succession. Maddie's hips wiggled frantically back and forth across Renae's lap. Her rotund bottom jounced, wobbled and rippled beneath Renae's heavy strokes. She wailed and kicked and squirmed, but Renae had no problem holding her firmly over her knees.
"What's the point of magic if I can't use it?" wailed Maddie when Renae paused to rub her shoulder.
"Don't put words in my mouth." Renae shifted the brush a bit lower and began wailing away at Maddie's sitspots.
Maddie wailed and kicked. Her hips bucked desperately against Renae's lap. One hand gripped the edge of the stool, while the other flailed about, like it desperately wished to shield her bottom, but dared not.
Renae paused. "You're absolutely allowed to use your magic. To solve real problems and help people in a real way. Like help a client find their missing husband, or Fix a place that's been corrupted by the Dark. Or even defend yourself from danger, God forbid."
"My bottom was corrupted by the Dark," said Maddie, sniffling.
Renae sighed in disgust. She tightened her grip on Maddie's lower back and began striking the crease where bottom meets thigh.
"No, wait-oww! OWW! OWWWWW!" Maddie's head thrashed wildly, her dark curls flinging about her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! SORRYYYY!"
"Soothing your bottom is not worthy of magic." Renae struck the swell of Maddie's swollen left cheek. She waited a moment for Maddie's wail to die down. "Not only is a sore bottom not that bad in the scheme of things, but there are perfectly mundane solutions. To break the laws of the Universe unnecessarily is, it's downright irresponsible. Exposes you to the Dark too. Do you want that? Do you want your mind and soul consumed by an Eldritch Abomination from Beyond, and your body used to inflict incomprehensible horrors upon all the world?"
"I'm sorry," said Maddie, sniffing miserably. "It just burned so bad."
"And does it burn less now?"
"Noooo…"
"So was it worth breaking the laws of the Universe?"
"Noooo."
"Very good." Renae helped Maddie stand. She stood as well and gave the girl a hug. "Now you know where to go."
"But a customer–"
"You know where to go."
Maddie sagged. She picked up the stool and limped into the corner between the window and the door to her own office. She set the stool down and clambered up on it. She slowly eased her effectively bare bottom onto the hard top, squirming and hissing. She put her hands on her head and stared into the corner, sniffling and squirming.
Increment your karma and spankings by 1. Oh dear, looks like that didn't help all that much. Your spanking counter is now just as high as it was before. On the bright side, you gained a bit more karma. Some failures may be like this one: minimal penalties and a slight boost in karma, so failing might even be a good thing if you're low on karma! Others could have much more dire consequences, like a net increase in your spanking count or even a game over! At each choice, you'll have to weigh the potential risks based on how serious the situation seems, and your own state whether a spell is worth the risk.
Time passed. Hard for Maddie to know for sure with her nose in the corner, but she estimated about fifteen minutes. Which meant ten more minutes before Renae would let her up.
A knock came at the door. The bottom dropped out of Maddie's stomach. This wouldn't be the first time a potential customer had caught her red-bottomed in the corner. She always wished it would be the last.
"Come in," said Renae.
The door opened.
"Good morning–oh. I see Miss Malone's gotten herself into a bit of mischief again, eh?" said the jovial voice of their landlord, Mr. Remington Scott.
"Indeed she has."
"Really my girl, you must learn to listen to Miss Rollington here. She's got a good head on her shoulders, and won't stear you wrong."
"Why thank you Mr. Scott. Here for the rent I take it?" A scratch of pen on paper. "Here you are. This should cover it for the month."
"Why thank you my dear, I'll head right down to the bank to get this cashed. I must say, I'm always impressed by how organized you are. Miss Malone is lucky to have you."
Maddie ground her teeth to together.
"You flatter me sir."
"And I must say, I can't help but notice how much Miss Malone's behavior has improved over the past year. Why, a mere six months ago, she'd be saying some very unladylike things about now."
Maddie had to practically bite her tongue off. Getting spanked once in front of that chatty chowderhead was enough, thank you. To say nothing of four, five, or maybe six? Maddie never had a head for numbers.
"Miss Malone can be a bit of a handful it's true, but her heart's in the right place. Now if you'll excuse me, good sir?"
"Right, of course. Have a good day Miss." The door opened and closed.
The rest of the timeout passed in silence, and shortly thereafter Maddie stood behind her desk, her skirt affixed back where it should be, her makeup fixed, and her throbbing bottom hovering above her chair. There was a pillow on the hard seat of course, but even so, that first sit after a sound spanking was always the worst.
Finally, Maddie managed to ease down onto the pillow, whimpering, hissing and squirming as her full weight settled on her roasted rump. She took a moment to compose herself. She picked up the financial report Renae had left for her the previous evening.
Renae would flail the skin off her bottom if she caught her using magic to sooth her bottom, and Maddie'd been spanked enough for today, thank you. She forced herself up and limped over to the icebox. She replaced the cool compress and pulled out another. Make that two more. Ok, three. The fridge was full of them, so no harm in using a bunch. She laid down on a cheap couch that ran along the far wall under the window and carefully laid the compresses across her swollen buttocks.
She sighed in relief. Not as good as a bit of magic prolly, but at least she wouldn't accidentally light her thong on fire.
That happened once. A more metaphorical fire assaulted her poor derriere not long after.
The door opened and Renae returned. She laughed.
"Not funny," said Maddie. "My bottom hurts."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't try to use magic," said Renae, approaching the girl.
"Woulda been more interesting," muttered Maddie.
Renae flicked away one of the compresses and landed a sharp smack across Renae's sitspots. Her long fingers stung Maddie's right cheek, while her palm flattened the girl's left.
"Oww!" Maddie twisted away and clutched her bottom. "What's the big idea?"
"Abusing magic is not 'more interesting,'" said Renae. "It's dangerous."
"I know, I know. I didn't use any did I? So what's that?"
"Form from the Council of Baggenshire for you to sign. Just my yearly report. Need you to sign it."
Maddie groaned and pushed herself off the couch. "Just as I was getting comfortable."
Renae handed her the form, and she limped over to the desk. She skimmed through it, and signed it with a flourish.
"Thank you." Renae took the form and left. She paused and picked up Maddie's skirt. She carefully folded it and set it down on the desk, before leaving.
Maddie took a deep breath. Well, she was there anyway. Might as well get a bit of work done. She put her skirt back on, whimpering as the cotton brushed against her poor, abused bottom.
She eased herself onto her (pillowed!) chair, hissing and squirming as her thoroughly tenderized cheeks took her full weight.
She picked up the financial report Renae had left her the night before.
Maddie tossed the sheet back down and massaged her nose. Her nest egg had almost completely run out. She had enough to cover this month's expenses, but only barely. If she couldn't find another couple of cases soon, she ran a high risk of missing Renae's paycheck. She grimaced and squirmed.
Happened once.
Never again.
She clenched a fist. She raised it to slam against the desk. Her eyes flicked to the door and she lowered it gently instead. Four hundred dollars. Four hundred dollars. That's how much extra Tubby had promised her if she'd gotten the amulet.
Four hundred dollars.
So long as they were careful (and Renae was very careful), that could have lasted them at least a couple of months. She might've even been able to convince Renae to let her splurge a bit on a new evening gown. Private Eyes needed fancy clothing to crack cases and attact wealthy clientele after all.
But oh no. Rex had to ruin it. Rex "Smokin'" Gunn. Always getting in her way, always stealing her case. Always stealing her bonuses. Leaving her scraping for pennies and scraps while he lived large. Ever since she'd decided to strike out on her own, he seemed determine to ruin her. Force her to come crawling back to him.
Well no more.
A sinister smile creased Maddie's lips. She was going to get back at him tonight. Hard. By the time she was done, Rex "Smokin'" Gunn would rue the day he ever met Madison "Mischief" Malone.
The goal of the game is twofold:
increased by performing 'nefarious' deeds that make Rex's life a little bit harder. You'll need to use some magic to maximize your score. Be careful! Spend your karma unwisely, and you might find yourself regretting it later…
Maddie stepped out of the office. "I have some personal business to take care of Renae. Anybody comes in, please schedule an appointment for first thing tomorrow morning. Don't bother waiting for me."
"Of course," said Renae. Maddie pulled her fedora off the rack, and put it on her head with just the right foxy tilt, and stepped out.
An hour later she stood outside the squat building that housed Rex's office. He was on the first floor, around back. A brief scouting expedition confirmed that Rex was not in the office.
The only question was, how to get in?
Maddie circled around to the back of the building where Rex's office window was. She studied the window for a moment. Maddie smirked. Rex had a few surprises installed in the window of course, but he hadn't changed them since she left. It was easy peasy for her to bypass them and slide the window open.
She snuck inside, and eased the window shut.
Breaking in always carried risks, particularly of the frightened-secretary-calling-the-cops variety. Perhaps it was best to try to talk her way in.
Maddie took a moment to smudge her makeup a bit, make it look like she had been crying recently. She crinkled her hat a bit, as if she'd clutched it in despair, and twisted her blouse a little. She stepped into Rex's front office.
The office looked a lot like Renae's, except no window, and no potted plant. Instead, a few movie posters adorned the wall, and the desk was parellel to the left wall, leaving the path to Rex's door free.
She had to fight a scowl when she saw Rex's new secretary. Naturally, a big-chested blonde bimb. The woman had shoulder-length blonde hair pulled up into a braid, and wore a tight white dress with a v-cut that showed off quite a bit of her ample chest.
"Oh hello." The secretary looked up at Maddie and slowly blinked her big blue doe eyes. Clearly wasn't the sharpest tack in the board either from the looks of it. "May I help you?"
Maddie pressed her hand against her forehead. "Oh God willing. You can't believe the horror I've endured, the danger in getting here. Please, I must see Sir Gunn immediately."
"It's um, Mr. Gunn," said the secretary. "And he's not here right now. Care to tell me what happened?"
"You don't understand, it's urgent. His spies are everywhere. Rex is the only person I can trust." Maddie stepped towards the desk and leaned over it, pressing her palms against it. "Please. I must see him."
"Well, you can't. He's out at the moment," said the secretary. "Perhaps if you left a message, you could slip it under his door, I wouldn't see it at all."
"Don't you understand? I'm in danger too. They dare not enter this office." Maddie straightened and jerked about, looking left and right. "But they'll grab me as soon as I leave. Please, can't I wait in his office?"
"Of course not," said the secretary. "Nobody is allowed into Mr. Gunn's office when he's not here, not even me."
Maddie very nearly smirked. She'd been allowed in his office without him.
"I'm sorry. You can wait in here I suppose, but not in his office."
"You don't understand, there are certain…*things* I can do to protect myself, but I must be in private," said Maddie. How much did Rex's new secretary know? Hmm, perhaps she should've done a bit of recon before embarking on her mad plan for revenge.
"I don't know what those things could possibly be," said the secretary stiffly. "But you can do them here, or not at all."
Maddie started to grimace, then turned it into a worried frown. Her eyes flicked to the exit like a cornered deer, and she began futzing with her gloves.
"Please, I must wait in there," said Maddie.
The secretary blinked slowly. "Well, ok. If it's that important, I guess it's ok."
Maddie smirked. "Oh, and there actually is one way to help me. See, they're hiding special messages in municipal letters, correspondances with colleagues, even meeting notes. Especially anything from 1234 Sparkle Drive, Sparkle, Indiana. So, it's very important that you misspell random words, replace all instances of "Esteemed Sir" with "Tub o' lard" in your responses, and only partially fill out any forms sent to you by them or the city. Also, multiply all numbers in responses by 10."
"Of course," said the secretary, smiling. "Anything to help Mr. Gunn."
"I'll bet."
Increase Mischief by 2!
Maddie entered Rex's office and went to his desk. She spied an invitation to the Rogue Theater at 8:00pm. A rather raunchy place, rumored to be a speakeasy, with plenty of scantily-clad girls dancing about. Business? Pleasure? Both?
Knowing Rex, probably business. Guy didn't have a horny bone in his body.
Maddie jotted the address down on a note and shoved it in her purse. She turned her attention to the trio of large filing cabinets against one wall.
She scattered and rearranged Rex's precious, precious files. A random page shoved here. A misfile there. She didn't destroy anything, and she followed a pattern she knew Rex would figure out eventually. After all, she didn't want to ruin him. Just make his life as hard as hers has been. And since the secretary let her in, she had all the time in the world to be thorough.
Increase Mischief by 3!
Soon she had the files well and truly messed. She glanced out the window. The sun was starting to go down. She'd have to hurry if she wanted to get changed and get to the Rogue Theater in time. She couldn't just walk out the door though. Magic had its limits, and the secretary was pretty convinced Maddie needed to remain in Rex's office.
Maddie walked up to the window. She studied it for a moment and smirked. Rex had a few surprises on the window, but he hadn't changed them since she left. It took only a few moments for Maddie to bypass them and slip out.
She grinned. Here's hoping the rest of the evening went this smoothly.
The secretary's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry miss, but I will not say it again. You. Are. Not. Allowed. In. There. And if you ask one. More. Time, I will paddle you."
Maddie drew back and huffed angrily.
Minutes later, the secretary lay bent over her own desk, her ample breasts mashed against the cool wood, her broad bottom straining against her tight dress. Her wrists were tied with thick rope, the rope looped under the desk legs, while her legs were spread and the ankles tied to the other legs. The secretary struggled and growled, her ass shaking back and forth.
"I wouldn't quit if I were you." Maddie patted the woman's bottom. "I've tied them so that they'll slip loose. Eventually. Long after I've left."
And in the meantime, you won't get any work done.
Increase Mischief by 1.
Maddie entered Rex's office and moved swiftly. First, she took a look at his desk. She spied an engraved invitation from one Bonnie Ballet, to the Rogue Theater at 8:00 pm. Maddie smirked. Business? Pleasure? Both? It didn't matter. Maddie hastily wrote the time and place down on a piece of paper and shoved it in her purse.
She turned to the filing drawers and began scattering and rearranging Rex's precious, precious files. A random page shoved here. A misfile there. She didn't destroy anything, and she followed a pattern she knew Rex would figure out eventually. After all, she didn't want to ruin him. Just make his life as hard as hers has been. And with the secretary tied up, she had plenty of time to do it.
Increase Mischief by 3.
She had just finished, when the door banged open, and the secretary stood in the doorway. Her chest heaved. Her eyes looked daggers at Maddie, and she clutched a long wooden shoehorn in one hand.
Oh dear. Maddie bolted for the window, the secretary charging after her. She yanked the window up and dove through. Unfortunately, she didn't push it quite high enough for it to latch, and the window came right back down on her while she was halfway through. The heavy wood struck the small of her bag, and pinned her securely against the sill, her torso hanging outside, and her bottom and legs thrust back behind her.
"Well, well," said the secretary in a menacing voice. "My softball coach told me the other day I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. Let's see how right she was."
Maddie looked about smugly. A trio of large filing cabinets lined one wall, while a large desk sat in the far corner, angled so that Rex faced both the window and the door when sitting in it. Paranoid as always it looked like. The desk was empty save a half full tinted bottle of what looked like champaign or other alcoholic beverage, but was in fact water (Rex kept it for effect), and a single white square sitting neatly in the center of the desk.
Maddie studied it. An invitation from someone named Bonnie Ballet at the Rogue Theater at 8pm. Maddie scowled. Business? Pleasure? Both?
Knowing Rex? Probably business. Maddie jotted the information down on a sheet of paper and shoved it into her purse. She turned her attention to the filing cabinets.
She approached one and pulled the cabinet door open.
"Is someone there?" asked a muffled voice through the door that led out to the front of the office.
Maddie froze. Rex's secretary.
"Must be hearing things," muttered the secretary. "And Mr. Gunn'd tan my bottom he caught me in there. Why is this place so spooky?"
Maddie frowned. Looked like she'd need to keep quiet. She could of course just be all mundane and sneaky, but then it'd take too much time to really mess with Rex's files. She could use a bit of magic to quiet her movements, but that always carried a risk.
A hush fell over the room. The blinds barely rustled in the breeze. The clackity clack of the secretary's typewriter faded. Maddie grinned.
She worked quickly. She scattered and rearranged Rex's precious, precious files. A random page shoved here. A misfile there. She didn't destroy anything, and she followed a pattern she knew Rex would figure out eventually. After all, she didn't want to ruin him. Just make his life as hard as hers has been.
Increase your Mischief by 3!
Maddie dusted her hands off and put her hands on her hips. She nodded briskly and slipped out the window. She slid it shut. Here's hoping the rest of the evening went this smoothly.
Increase your karma by 2.
A hush fell over the room. The blinds barely rustled in the breeze. The clackity clack of the secretary's typewriter faded. Maddie grinned.
She hurried to the nearest filing cabinet and yanked open a drawer. Unfortunately, she pulled a little bit too vigorously, and the drawer slid right out and crashed to the ground. She yelped and leapt backwards, the heavy metal missing her feet by inches. She slipped on a sheet of paper and fell forward. She grabbed the handle of a drawer. The drawer slid out and tipped over, scattering sheets of paper everywhere. Maddie fell hard on her butt. She rolled onto her hands and knees and grabbed the drawer of another filing cabinet.
The filing cabinet tipped towards her. Maddie eeped and rolled sideways. Cabinet drawers slid open. Papers flew everywhere. The cabinet struck the ground with a deafening bang and fell on its side, more paper scattering all over the place.
Increase your Mischief by 2!
The office door banged open and a busty woman in a tight, low-cut, pale blue dress stepped in. Her blue eyes bugged when she saw Maddie.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked.
Maddie yelped and bolted for the window.
"Come back here!" Heels clattered on the ground.
Maddie dove through the window. The window slid down. The heavy wood struck Maddie's lower back and pinned her against the sill. Maddie gasped, and slumped across the sill, the wind knocked out of her. Her torso hung out the window, while her bum hung in it. A breeze nearly took her hat, while her feet scrabbled at the floor.
"This must be that karma stuff Mr. Gunn is always prattling about," said the secretary. There was a sharp slap of something wooden against a palm. Maddie craned around and peered through the gap in the window. The secretary appeared to be holding a long wooden shoehorn.
Maddie whimpered.
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She worked quickly. She scattered and rearranged Rex's precious, precious files. A random page shoved here. A misfile there. She didn't destroy anything, and she followed a pattern she knew Rex would figure out eventually. After all, she didn't want to ruin him. Just make his life as hard as hers has been. Unfortunately, she couldn't do as much as she wanted, because she had to go slow. Still, it was something.
She snuck out the window and eased it shut. Here's hoping the rest of the evening went this smoothly.
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Long, expert fingers undid the buttons down Maddie's dress. Fingers gripped the cotton and whipped it off with a flourish, revealing black hose, a white garter, bright red thong and ample cheeks. Maddie's bare cheeks clenched anxiously.
"Oh-ho, look at these hills," said the secretary. "Somebody needs to spend a bit more time on the sports field."
Maddie ground her teeth together. She pressed against the windowsill and tried to kick the secretary.
"Oh, you naughty girl." The shoehorn struck Maddie's right cheek.
Maddie squealed. A line of fire lanced across her right buttock. Her legs kicked. Her hips wiggled, and her bottom wobbled.
"My goodness, you're quite the squirmer aren't you? And look at that ass bobble!" The shoehorn struck Maddie's left cheek, leaving a parallel line of fire.
Maddie yelped and bucked about in the window. Stupid, ultra heavy windows.
"Quite the noisy one too, aren't you?" The secretary tittered. "I've seen a newlywed take her first husband spanking better than you."
"Well, I don't have a husband," spat Maddie.
"Explains a lot."
OK, yeah, Maddie didn't really know what point she was trying to make there. Girl power? Not particularly effective when half-hanging out a window getting your bare rear swatted with a shoehorn.
The shorehorn struck Maddie's right cheek at least two-dozen (thouh probably more) times in rapid succession. Maddie yelped her way through the flurry. Her hips wiggled, and bucked against the sill. Her legs kicked. Her fists pounded against the building wall. Her torso bobbed back and forth with the force of the strokes, her pert breasts swaying under her blouse. Ringlets of hair fell in her eyes, and her hat fluttered to the dirty ground.
Maddie growled and drummed her feet against the floor. "You just got my hat dirty!"
"Oh, dear. Bad me. Bad, bad me. Good thing I've got a whipping girl."
"What–oww!" Maddie arched her back. Her legs stuck out straight behind her and her eyes bugged out. The shoehorn slammed into her left cheek hard and fast, even more so than the flurry against her right cheek. The shoehorn struck over and over again, straying over every inch of her exposd buttock. The soft flesh wobbled and jounced with every smack. Tears formed at her eyes, and still the shoehorn rained down. The tears started to flow down her face. A sob of pain interrupted her yelps. Still the shoehorn rained down.
"Whew." The secretary leaned on Maddie's hips. "I don't know how Mr. Gunn does it."
Maddie pressed her hands against the window, and with a mighty heave, slid herself out onto the dirt. There was a yelp and a crash from inside the office. Maddie sprang to her feet and jumped halfway back through the window. She grabbed the crumpled heap of her skirt.
"Oh no you don't." The secretary grabbed Maddie by the blouse and shoulder and yanked her back into the office. Maddie landed on her belly. She dragged herself away from the window. The secretary grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, the shorehorn peppering Maddie's squirming buttocks.
Maddie turned on her side and kicked the woman in the boob.
"Oww!" The woman staggered backwards, clutching her ample mound.
"Stop whining, you got plenty of padding." Maddie pushed herself to her feet, snagged her skirt and bolted for the main door.
"When I'm done with you, you won't sit for a month." The secretary bolted after her.
Maddie threw the door closed behind her, and conked the secretary in the nose with it. The secretary staggered, dazed.
Maddie yanked open the second door and ran for all she was worth. She took a few turns at random, then ducked into what appeared to be a bathroom. She took a moment to put her skirt back on. At one point, she heard the secretary running off somewhere down a different hallway, muttering and cursing to herself, followed by a stern sounding male voice, and then the immensely satisfying sound of hand on bottom. Maddie peaked out into the hallway saw no-one, and slipped from the building while the secretary was "occupied" somewhere else.
A few minutes later, Maddie walked down the street, fighting with every stop neither to limp nor rub her stinging bottom. While not exactly an uncommon sight, Maddie did not want to be mistaken for a housewife recently chastened for buying too much from the Meras catalogue. In an effor to distract herself, she pulled the note she'd made of Rex's little date out of her purse.
She smiled. Surely the evening has to go smoother from here, right?
A few hours later, Maddie stood outside the Rogue Theater. She wore a slinky red dress with short-sleeves, and a sloping back. It was plain, almost austeere, but it clung to her broad hips and ample bottom, and shimmered quite nicely in the lantern light. She wore elbow-length white gloves and carried a small white purse. Her hair was done up in a bob, and her lips burned red with lipstick. A bit of blush added some color to her cheeks, and her eyes smoldered from behind just the right bit of mascara.
She resisted the urge to gnaw on her lower lip. She saw some couples go in, and single men, but no single women. Her eyes roamed the building. She could always slip around back and see if she could sneak in. Once she was in, she'd be golden. Posing as an employee wasn't an option. The place looked small enough, the employees probably knew each other well. Besides, she didn't exactly have a changing room tucked away in her handbag.
Maddie raised her head and strutted to the main entrance, her hips swaying with every step. A few guys whistled when they saw her. She grinned. She may not have had the biggest chest in the world, but she liked to think her bottom made up for it.
The couples were all let through with only a few words. A few of the men were given a hard time, and some turned away at the door. Maddie nearly gnawed on her lip, but clenched her teeth instead. She glanced over her shoulder. A fellow stood behind her, tall a bit gangly. He futzed with his cuffs, fidgeted with his hat, and just generally looked nervous. He had a beard, desppite clean shaven and five o'clock shadow being in style these days.
Use a bit of magic to lull the fellow into being your escort. Try to get in by yourself. Including others always complicates things.
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"Hey," said Maddie in a low voice. She winked at the guy. "What do you say you and I work together to get in there huh? Big fellas up front seem to like couples more'n singles."
"Um, yeah, uh sure." The guy's eyes glazed over a bit. They flicked over her body, focusing on her bare back and round rump. Maddie arched her back just a little, pushing her round bottom back just a hair.
Maddie smiled and offered her arm. "Wonderful."
The guy hastily took it, a stupid grin on his face.
Maddie had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Probably could have gotten him without even the smidgeon of magic she used, but whatever. It probably kept things going smoother. Probably would've had to go through a few rounds of "Who me? Yes you." otherwise.
The line moved fairly quickly, and within a few minutes she stood before the bouncer. A burly, six foot plus, 300+ pound gorilla with massive shoulders, tree trunk arms and hands the size of Montana.
"You two together I take it," said the man in a deep, rumbling voice.
"Why, yes we are," said Maddie with a grin.
"Ya?" said the guy. "You didn't come in together."
Stupid observant ape.
"We came separately with plants to meet here," said Maddie.
"Ya? Whaz his name?"
Heh. How's he gonna verify it? Maddie could say whatever she wanted! On the other hand, maybe a bit of magic might be in order? Just to be safe.
Use magic to persuade the bouncer. "John." "Gregory."
"Oh come now," said Maddie. She crossed her arms behind her back and leaned forward a little, twisting a little to flash her bare back, sticking her bottom out behind her. "Why don't you just let us in, hmm? I promise we're together."
If your roll is two or more. If your roll is less than two.
The bouncer blinked slowly. "Well, ok then."
"Why thank you kind sir."
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The bouncer blinked slowly. His eyebrows drew down. He scowled. Maddie started to draw back.
Quick as a whip, the bouncer's hand lashed out and caught Maddie's ear. Maddie yelped. The bouncer went down on into a lunge and yanked her over his knee.
Shoes scrabbled against asphalt and the guy who was with Maddie bolted.
"Coward!" Maddie shook her fist after the guy.
"Can't blame him doll," said one of the guys in line with a laugh. "Look at the size of Freddie's arms."
"Hmph." Maddie crossed her arms. "I've had worse."
A deafening crack rang through the cool evening air. Maddie's eyes bugged out. Her arms shot out to clutch the ground. Her legs spasmed. Her left buttock visibly flattened through her clingy dress. The ape's meaty covered almost the entire lower half of her bottom, leaving a horrific sting. The thin dress provided almost no protection from the bouncer's meaty palm and thick fingers. The bouncer's hand swept up and back down. His flat hand struck Maddie's right buttock, sending it into a heaving fit. His hand rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell.
Maddie kicked and yelped. Her fingers scrabbled at the asphalt, while her legs scissored. Her hips wiggled and bounced. Her bottom bobbed up and down beneath the bouncer's sweeping strokes. His hand swept from the bottom of Maddie's bottom the top, his hard palm catching the undercurve of her ample buttocks and driving it up.
The crowd laughed. Maddie ground her teeth together when she wasn't yelping.
"You think I'm stupid don't ya?" said the bouncer. "Think I'm just a pile of dumb muscle. Can't even read or nothin', ya? Well, I can read. I got all the way through fifth grade you little tramp. Best in my class. And now here you are, a little slip of a girl trying to pull one over on me?"
"The thought-oww!-never crossed-ahh!-mind."
"Sure it didn't. Lie once, lie twice eh?" The bouncer grabbed the hem of Maddie's dress and flipped it over her bottom, exposing a very red pair of cheeks encased in a black garter and thong.
"Excuse me sir," said Maddie. "This is most improper."
"So is lyin' to me." The brute struck Maddie's bare left buttock.
Madde arched her back. Her legs stuck out behind her and she gasped. Her bare bottom wobbled beneath the heavy blow.
Turned out her dress was protecting her better than she thought.
Great arcing strokes battered her bottom, one after another in rapid succession. Maddie squirmed and wiggled and howled. Her hips ground against the brute's thigh. Her buttocks bounced and jiggled beneath his merciless onslaught. Her legs scissored madly. One hand pounded at the ground, while the other tugged vainly at the bouncer's ankle. Tears formed in her eyes, and it took every ounce of self-control not to sob.
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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, the bouncer shoved Maddie off his knee.
"Now git girl, or I'll take my belt to ya." The bouncer stood.
Maddie scrambled to her feet and bolted into a nearby alleyway, clutching her bottom, her ears burning with the laughter of the folks waiting in line.
As soon as she was out of sight, she stopped and leaned against a wall. She wiped her forearm across her eyes, banishing the tears that still lingered. Stupid, ugly brute.
"Oh, yes. That is my name," said Maddie's companion.
Maddie didn't sigh in relief, but she wanted to.
The bouncer grunted. "Alright, you two can go in."
Maddie and "John" step past him.
Maddie leans close, her voice pitched low. "Thanks for rolling with that."
"Hmm?"
"You know, pretending that was your name."
"But that was my name. Why would I say otherwise?"
Maddie's stomach clenched. She'd just gotten lucky. Really lucky. "I see."
"Yes, wait what? No. That's not my name," said the man. "The name's John."
Maddie slapped her forehead and slowly dragged her hand down her face. "You wanted to get in right?"
"Well, yes."
"So you couldn't just pretend your name was Gregory until we got in?"
"Don't be silly. That would lying."
Maddie's fingers dug into her cheeks and her hand slowly closed into a fist.
"So was pretending to be with her," said the bouncer.
"Yes, well I see your point. But I suppose you can say I repented."
The line moved fairly quickly, and within a few minutes she stood before the bouncer. A burly, six foot plus, 300+ pound gorilla with massive shoulders, tree trunk arms and hands the size of Montana.
The bouncer looked Maddie up and down. He loomed over her, a great bear studying a bunny.
"Where's your escort?" he asked.
"Escort? I don't need no stinkin' escort."
"Well then you don't need to come in."
"Why not?"
"Ain't a proper place for single women."
"Hey now, my money's as good as anybody else's."
"Don't care. Not getting in. Please move along, you're holding up the line."
Maddie's eyes narrowed.
"Come on, you gotta let me in," said Maddie. She blinked rapidly. "I can handle it, I promise."
"Well, alright then." The bouncer stepped aside.
"You've got to be kidding me," muttered a woman behind Maddie.
The bouncer scowled. He grabbed Maddie by the scruff of the neck. He went down into a lunge and bent the short woman over it, her bottom facing the crowd. Her broad cheeks strained against the thin fabric of her clingy skirt. Her toes skidded across the ground, barely touching the cracked asphalt.
"I asked nicely." The bouncer's hand swept up and arced down. The broad hand caught the undercurve of Maddie's left and drove it up as the hand swept across Maddie's broad bottom. Maddie's bottom bounced under the vigorous slap. A gasp slipped past her lips and her eyes bugged out. "But some dolls just don't listen when you're nice."
His hand swept down and struck Maddie's right cheek with much the same effect. Maddie squirmed and whimpered. Pain blossomed across her sitspot. Her dress was thin and clingy, just the sort of thing a sexy sleuth wore to a speakeasy. Not the sort of thing a sexy sleuth wore to a spanking.
The bouncer's hand arced up and down, up and down, up and down. His hand battered Maddie's bouncing bottom, alternating between cheeks with each smack. Fire burned in her plump cheeks. Her hips wiggled, and little yelps and grunts slipped through her clenched teeth. Her hands closed into fists, while her fingers curled in her shoes.
The bouncer's fingers grasped the hem of Maddie's dress and pulled it up and over her big pink bottom, framed by a black garter and matching thong.
Maddie gasped. "What are you doing? Unhand that at once! This is indecent."
The bouncer grunted. "Like you've never been spanked bare ass before."
"Nice ass doll," said a fellow from the line. "Oww! Aww, come on dollface don't be like that."
Maddie growled. She pounded on the bouncer's ankle. "Unhand me at once you big–oww!"
The bouncer's hand struck Maddie's bare right buttock. The naked pink flesh flattened beneath the broad hand, bouncing back in a spasming fit as his hand whipped up again. His hand arced back down and struck her bare left cheek with much the same effect.
Tears formed in Maddie's eyes. The bouncer's rough hand scraped across her tender bare flesh like sandpaper. Each stroke was like getting hit by a jackhammer.
Turned out, her dress provided better protection than she thought.
Smack after smack after smack rained down on Maddie's rapidly reddening rump. The girl kicked and squirmed. Her broad hips bucked against the bouncer's thigh. Each blow drove her hips against the man's thick leg. A couple of times Maddie thought she was going to tip over.
Finally, just when Maddie wasn't sure she'd be able to take anymore without breaking into sobs, the bouncer stopped and shoved her off his lap. "Git outta here girl, 'fore I take off my belt."
Maddie scrambled to her feet and bolted.
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Maddie ducked around a corner and spent a few minutes dancing in place and rubbing her bottom. She pulled a hankerchief out of her purse and dabbed at her eyes. Fortunately, while her eyes had watered a little, she hadn't actually started crying, so her makeup was probably fine.
Maddie swung around to the back of the speakeasy. She crinkled her nose. The smell was awful. Moldering food, and probably other foul slop she didn't want to think about. She hunkered around a corner and watched some random employee throw a pile of refuse onto an overflowing trash can, and go back inside.
Maddie snuck up to the door and tried it. Locked. She pressed up against the wall so that the next time the door opened, she'd be blocked from view by it. She pulled out an adhesive patch out of her purse. She waited.
Before too much longer, the door swung open again. Maddie gently caught the door, doing her best to mimic its slowing swing without getting conked in the nose. She pressed the patch against the door latch.
The employee threw another bucket of garbage out, muttering under his breath about "law-breakin' rich folk, just wantin' to keep the poor man down." The door swung shut, but didn't latch.
Maddie grinned. She waited a beat, then eased the door open. She pulled the adhesive patch off and slipped in, closing the door behind her.
A little bit of creeping, slinking and sliding, Maddie slipped out into the speakeasy.
The speakeasy nearly burst at the seams. The light was dim, and conversation loud. Laughter and swearing swirled together. Glittering dresses and dark hats flitted through the shadows. A brightly lit stage stood in the back, where scantily glad girls danced to the rhythms of a band in the corner.
Alcohol flowed freely, Prohibition or no.
The man withdrew his arm from Maddie's. He tipped his hat to her. "Thank you very much, miss. Don't know I would have gotten in without you."
The fellow turned on his heel and stepped into the crowd. Maddie watched him go for a moment, one eye narrowed in confusion. She figured he'd have at least tried to–
The man stopped next to another fellow and leaned in close. He whispered something, the other man laughed and the two slipped away.
Oh.
Maddie turned her attention to the chaos.
The speakeasy nearly burst at the seams. The light was dim, and conversation loud. Laughter and swearing swirled together. Glittering dresses and dark hats flitted through the shadows. A brightly lit stage stood in the back, where scantily glad girls danced to the rhythms of a band in the corner.
Alcohol flowed freely, Prohibition or no.
Maddie found Rex "Smokin'" Gunn in the back, not too far from the stage with the dancing girls. He leaned against the bar, an untouched drink sitting next to him. Even leaning on the bar, he stood ramrod straight, tall and slender. He wore a slightly crushed fedora, and a long, unstained (so one of his better) trench coat. Underneath Maddie caught the glimpses of a dark tie and suit jacket. He gnawed on an unlit cigarette, his craggly face locked in a perpetual grimace. His dark eyes flicked about the crowd constantly, always looking for trouble. A five o'clock shadow darkened his slender jaw, meticulously maintained, Maddie knew, to look just a little unkempt, like he was always one failed case away from town drunk.
A leggy blonde stood next to him. She wore a shimmering silver dress with a long slash in one side that flashed an indecent stretch of long leg. The dress had a plunging back, showing off the woman's smooth, pale skin. A deep v cut into the front, flashing much of the top and inner flesh of her ample breasts. She kept her hair in a slightly curled bob, and her blue eyes flicked anxiously about the speakeasy.
Rex's dark eyes locked on Maddie's almost as soon as she saw him. She narrowed her eyes and approached.
"Mischief." Rex removed his cigarette and flicked it into a nearby ash tray.
"Rex. Shouldn't you be in jail?" asked Maddie.
"Prolly. Shouldn't you be over your secretary's lap?"
The blonde tittered. Maddie scowled at her.
"What're you doin' here Mischief? I'm busy."
"Working a case," said Maddie. "And what're you doing here?"
"Working a case. An important one. So please, leave me be."
Maddie smirked. She threw a knowing glance at the blone. "Sure you are. Seems a little small down low for your tastes Rex. Branching out?"
"Now what's that supposed to mean?" asked the woman with a huff.
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"Let me guess." Maddie approached the other woman, a sway in her hips and a dangerous glimmer in her eyes. "You came to him all in a panic because someone was after you. Some strange men in dark masks wanted to kill you, maybe steal an ancient family heirloom. Then Rex looked at you with those dark eyes of his, and promised he'd look into it. Then he did something while you weren't around, you're not sure what. But the next you hear from him, you've gotta sneak into a speakeasy. A speakeasy where you're gonna have to dress…"
Maddie's eyes flicked over the woman's revealing dress. "Alluringly. And now you've been standing here. Waiting for something to happen, but you have no idea what. In a little bit, Rex is gonna say today was a dud, and invite you over to 'talk' about next steps. But it won't be talking that'll happen, will it? No. You'll have a few more days of this, then he'll close the case, 'cause the trail's gone cold, and you'll. Never. Hear from him. Again."
"What makes you say that?" asked the blonde.
"Because he did it to me," said Maddie. She glared at Rex. "Had to solve my own case. It's how I became a private eye in the first place."
The blonde looked between Rex and Maddie.
"She's lying miss," said Rex. "Mischief here's never been my client. She was my secretary, and then partner for a while before she struck out on her own. I don't sleep with my clients."
Maddie's eye glimmered.
The blonde's expression hardened. She flunk her drink in Rex's face and stormed off.
The barkeep handed Rex a towel.
"So what's got your panties twisted this time Mischief?" Rex toweled himself off.
Maddie scowled. "I would appreciate it if you called–"
Rex swore and shoved past Maddie.
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"Let me guess." Maddie approached the other woman, a sway in her hips and a dangerous glimmer in her eyes. "You came to him all in a panic because someone was after you. Some strange men in dark masks wanted to kill you, maybe steal an ancient family heirloom. Then Rex looked at you with those dark eyes of his, and promised he'd look into it. Then he did something while you weren't around, you're not sure what. But the next you hear from him, you've gotta sneak into a speakeasy. A speakeasy where you're gonna have to dress…"
Maddie's eyes flicked over the woman's revealing dress. "Alluringly. And now you've been standing here. Waiting for something to happen, but you have no idea what. In a little bit, Rex is gonna say today was a dud, and invite you over to 'talk' about next steps. But it won't be talking that'll happen, will it? No. You'll have a few more days of this, then he'll close the case, 'cause the trail's gone cold, and you'll. Never. Hear from him. Again."
"She's lying miss," said Rex. "Mischief here's never been my client. She was my secretary, and then partner for a while before she struck out on her own. I don't sleep with my clients."
Maddie's eye glimmered.
The blonde's expression hardened. "So, just a lying, jealous, tramp are ya? Well, let me show you how I deal with little snits like you."
The blonde leapt at Maddie. Maddie yelped and the two went down in a swirl of skirts. Maddie tried to fight back, but she'd been too caught off guard by the rather…aggressive effect her magic had on the blonde.
Maddie soon found herself staring at the ceiling, and her own toes. The blonde had her long legs locked around Maddie's chest. One arm held up Maddie's legs. Maddie's dress had fallen away, revealing Maddie's round rump, her buttocks left completely bare by her black garter and thong. Indeed, thanks to dark hose she wore, her rump was just about the only thing bare.
Maddie squirmed. "Let go of me–oww!"
The blonde's hand flicked down and struck Maddie's sitspot, the skin stretched taught by her position.
Maddie squealed. The blonde's hand was much smaller, and her arm much weaker than Renae, but her long fingers meant each slap stung like a beesting. The woman struck Maddie's bottom with quick, short strokes, her wrist flicking to add extra sting. She landed a good two dozen rapid fire smacks to Maddie's right sitspot, before moving to the girl's left.
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Maddie wiggled desperately. "Let go of me!"
"Not until you've learned your lesson you fat-ass tramp." The woman picked up the pace, her hand blurring as it battered Maddie's bouncing bum.
Maddie's hips bucked. Her fingers dug into the other woman's leg, but the other woman just started spanking her harder.
Rex watched impassively. His eyes occasionally flicking up to watch the crowd. He swore.
"What?" asked the blonde, looking up from Maddie's bottom. "Do you–"
"Let me guess." Maddie approached the other woman, a sway in her hips and a dangerous glimmer in her eyes. "You came to him all in a panic because someone was after you. Some strange men in dark masks wanted to kill you, maybe steal an ancient family heirloom. Then Rex looked at you with those dark eyes of his, and promised he'd look into it. Then he did something while you weren't around, you're not sure what. But the next you hear from him, you've gotta sneak into a speakeasy. A speakeasy where you're gonna have to dress…"
Maddie's eyes flicked over the woman's revealing dress. "Alluringly. And now you've been standing here. Waiting for something to happen, but you have no idea what. In a little bit, Rex is gonna say today was a dud, and invite you over to 'talk' about next steps. But it won't be talking that'll happen, will it? No. You'll have a few more days of this, then he'll close the case, 'cause the trail's gone cold, and you'll. Never. Hear from him. Again."
"She's lying miss," said Rex. "Mischief here's never been my client. She was my secretary, and then partner for a while before she struck out on her own. I don't sleep with my clients."
"I believe you Rex," said the woman with a purr.
Maddie wanted to yank the woman's cute blonde tresses right out.
"You just here to make trouble Mischief?" asked Rex.
"Stop calling me that."
"Stop earning it."
Maddie's fists clenched. She snatched the blonde woman's drink and flung it in Rex's face.
"Hey–" The blonde took a step forward.
"Mischief's just cranky because I belted her yesterday," said Rex. He wiped his face with his hand.
"Oh? What for?" asked the blonde with a titter.
Maddie's fingernails dug into her palm.
"Not properly vetting her client."
"Four hundred dollars!" Maddie's voice rose into a shriek. "That's what you cost me. Four hundred dollars!"
Rex shrugged. His head tilted slightly to the blonde, and one finger drummed against his thigh. A warning. This woman didn't know about the Dark, or the Council or any of the other more…interesting aspects of their lives. "If you'd gotten that amulet, sure the guy probably would've payed you. Those folk keep their word. But bad things would've happened."
"What kind of bad things?" asked the blonde.
"The kind that make four hundred dollars seem pretty paltry," said Rex. "Even to a private eye, barely makes ends meet."
"And of course your client was on the straight and narrow," said Maddie in a tight voice.
"'Course. I vet 'em. Don't let dollar signs blind me."
Maddie snarled. "You're a liar Rex "Smokin'" Gunn."
Rex shrugged. He pulled out another cigarette. "If you–"
His eyes widened. The cigarette fell the ground, and he swore.
Rex bolted into the crowd. Maddie scrambled to follow after.
Rex cornered a small, weasely man. He held the man's collar and pulled him close. "What'd you do? Where is it? Talk!"
The weasely man laughed a high pitched, nasally laugh that made Maddie's skin crawl. "You're too late Gunn. Vorzen's got it. He's coming. He's coming, and there's nothing–"
Rex punched the man in the face. Maddie flinched. Rex was not one for random acts of violence. A small medallian slipped from the stunned man's pocket. Rex snatched it up and studied it.
He grabbed Maddie's wrist and pulled her through the crowd. "Come on. I know this sign."
Maddie smirked venemously. She knew what came next. Look up an old case. Find some key information. Use it to track down the Whatever, and complete the case.
As soon as Rex saw the state of his files, he let out a cry of rage and exasperation.
Maddie backed up a step. She'd never seen him react like this.
"Madison you stupid girl, what have you done?" His eyes were wild, and for a moment Maddie thought he was going to slap her in the face. "I've been following these guys for years. Every single damn time they've slipped through my fingers. Every time they've gotten closer. And now, now I have them. I have them. And you ruined everything!"
Maddie crossed her arms. "Good. About time you failed–"
"This isn't about me!" Rex's face contorted with rage and terror. "These cultists, I've been following them for years. Always slipping past me. Always getting closer, closer."
"Well, that's not my–"
"These idiots are going to be bring something here," said Rex. "Something dark and terrible that hasn't walked the earth since ancient ages past. And thanks to YOUR childish antics, they have everything they need, and I can't find them in time."
Maddie felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Rex didn't act like this. Rex never acted like this. Maddie slowly backed up until her back was against the office door. "Rex, I'm sorry. Let me help, I can–"
"You've done enough." Rex grabbed Maddie by the arm and yanked her from the door. He ripped it open and threw her out. The door slammed shut behind her.
Maddie stood for a moment, stunned. She felt like she'd been dowsed in buckets of ice water. Gone was her malicious glee, replaced by a deep dread and horror. She sank against the now-gone-home-for-the-night secretary's desk and took slow breaths. She grabbed the secretary's phone and dialed Renae's home.
"This is Miss Renae Rollington, how can I help you?"
"Renae, I need your help," said Maddie, her voice shaking.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I've done something terrible. I, I need you to meet me at Rex's office, and I need you to come ready to dance."
"Of course." Renae hung up.
Maddie paced back and forth in the office. Her gloves lay discaorded on the desk, and she gnawed on her fingernails. She didn't know how much time passed, but eventually Rex burst out.
He glared when he saw her. "What're you still doing here?"
"Please, let me help–"
"No." Rex stormed past her. He yanked the door open and stormed out. Maddie followed after. She got downstairs just in time to see his car screeching off.
"No, wait! Rex!" Maddie's voice rose into a wail.
"Relax," said Renae's voice from a neary alley. "I slipped a little something on his car. I can follow him wherever he goes."
"Oh thank God. Come on, let's go."
"Very well." Renae stepped into the light of the nearby street lamp.
Maddie gasped, like she always did when she saw Renae "ready to dance."
The woman's mahogany hair, released from its severe bun, now swept her shoulders. It almost seemed to burn like fire, even in the dim yellow glow of the street light. A small diamond diadem sat on her forehead. The crystal sparkled with a light that continuously shifted from the golden light of early morning to the warm red of evening to the pale silver of moonlight and back to the golden light of morning. Gone was her plain, practical-yet-stylish dress. Instead, she wore a fitted silver and gold tunic, and a pair of tight silver trousers. Heavy-duty boots completed the ensemble. She had a saber strabbed to her right hip, and a revolver strapped to left. Emblazoned on her left breast was a stylized golden sun mixed with a silver moon. Her eyes glimmered.
Renae flung Maddie over her shoulder. She took off at a sprint down the street, moving faster than should have been possible.
They found Rex's car parked outside a fairly generic looking apartment building. The two snuck in. The place was empty, and painfully quiet. Before long, they wound their way deep under the building.
Deep under the building. Far past the basement, and the sewer system. Far past the topsoil and water line, down into the bedrock. They followed a jagged, yet clearly artificial tunnel until it opened into a cavern. A great pit took up the floor of the cavern. A narrow ring of stone circled it, barely big enough for two people to walk along it abreast. The pit was pitch black. No light from the flickering torches seemed to touch it. Indeed, it almost seemed to exhume darkness, dimming the torches, sucking away their weak and pathetic light. Figures in dark red, cowled cloaks danced about the pit, their bodies twisting and contorting unnaturally. Eight objects surrounded the pit, four in one of the cardinal directions, and four halfway between. Maddie couldn't make out what they were, but each was clearly made out of obsidian. A deep, black obsidian that further sucked light from the weakly flickering torches.
Rex was chained to a nearby wall in iron cuffs, dangling by his wrists, his toes barely touching the stone.
A tall figure approached the northern artifact, and held out his hands. He chanted in a language from ages beyond count. It made the hair stand up on the back of Maddie's neck, and her skin crawled. It was a tongue no human could hope to replicate, slithering and hissing and snapping. The dancing figures all stopped. A figure stepped up to each artifact, and joined the chanting. South, East, West. Then Northwest, Southeast, Northeast, Southwest.
"Rex!" hissed Maddie. She hurried into the cavern. Renae hastened after her, and snapped Rex's chains.
Rex glared at Maddie, rubbing his wrists. "Pay close attention Madison. This is all thanks to you."
Maddie felt like she'd been punched.
"What's going on?" asked Renae.
"What's it look like Red?"
"Understood." Renae bolted towards the closest artifact, the South artifact. Shadows detatched themselves from the walls and floors, and rose up as cowled beings chittering and shrieking.
Renae drew her saber and revolver. The diadem on her forehead flared with golden Light to match the Dark belching forth from the pit. When she spoke, her voice was thunderous and terrible. "Begone crooked contortion of what was once good and light! I am Renae Rollington, Guardian of the Alliance of the Sun and Moon. Your Master will not arise tonight, for the once warring, now Aligned Powers of Day and Night stand with me!"
Her saber gleamed in the light of her diadem. Her revolver went off once, twice, three times. Each time a creature shrieked and faded into dust. Her saber flashed, tearing through shadowy creatures with ease. Rex drew his own revolver and began firing at the robed figures standing before the artifacts. The one at the Southern artifact staggered and swirled away into nothingness.
Dark emanated from the pit. It pressed against the Light emerging from Renae's diadem.
And consumed it.
More creatures arose. They swarmed over Renae. Her diadem flickered. Her revolver clicked, and her sword lost its luster. She staggered back. Her motion seemed to slow. Some slashes missed, while others only wounded.
"What's going on?" cried Maddie, her voice rising into a panic.
"It's coming," said Rex. "And your friend there can't stand against it, Powers or no."
Maddie watched as Dark emerged from the pit. It seemed almost, corporeal. She could almost see a malevolent shape writhing within, dark eyes looking upon the earth for the first time in uncounted millenia.
The Eyes roamed, and Saw her. Dark tendrils lashed from the Pit, fast as a ray of sunlight, and wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles.
Maddie shrieked.
"Mischief!" Rex grabbed Maddie.
Renae howled in fear. She turned from the shadowlings, but they swarmed over her.
The tentacles wrenched Maddie forward, into the core of the Darkness belching forth.
Maddie twisted and turned in a Dark everlasting. She saw Nothing. She heard Nothing. But she felt something. Something alien and malevolent, yet also human.
Glee. Anger. Vengeance. Glory.
"Leave me, ugly brain eating eldritch horror from beyond," said Maddie. Her words were swallowed before they reached her ears. "In the name of the Alliance, you're not welcome here. I will not be used by you! I will not help you! I will not suffer you!"
Mirth.
Images flashed through Maddie's mind, almost too fast to process.
Misfiling a document not long after starting to work for Rex. This kept Rex from putting the dots together, and a cultist slipped past him.
Secretly following Rex, getting taken hostage, slowing him long enough for the cultists to escape.
An obsidian dagger she'd found for a tall, willowy woman, her eyes pits into Nothing.
A researcher of ancient works she'd helped track down for the police, because he'd murdered his wife. Except he never married.
A portly gentleman giving her a job, before returning to his fellows, his Dark eyes sucking away the light.
Her wrenching open a filing cabinet, and scattering Rex's records, slowing him down.
Her distracting him, and driving a wedge between him and his latest client.
Her power great enough to hold It, at least for a while.
Gratitude.
Maddie shrieked. The shriek never reached her ears.
The shadowlings whisped away, pulled into the vortex swirling above the pit.
"Madison!" shrieked Renae. She tried to approach the pit, but her diadem trembled. Her sword snapped in her hand, and her revolver fell apart. She staggered backwards, away from the consuming Dark.
The Dark coallesced into a shape. A feminine shape.
Maddie.
Maddie touched down on the stone. Her eyes opened, pits of pure Dark, sucking away all the light. Tendrils emanated from her body, lashing all the torches, snuffing them. Only Renae's diadem, flickering weakly like a dying sun provided illumination.
"Release her." Renae's eyes glimmered. Her teeth drew back in a snarl. Her hair swirled up around her, and she seemed to grow. "Relese her foul horror!"
Renae charged Maddie, fist raised. Maddie grabbed Renae by the throat and lifted her into the air. She smirked, and flung the guardian into the wall. Renae slumped, stunned.
Maddie walked towards the exit from the cavern. Rex stepped between her and it.
"Come on Mischief, I know you're in there. Fight it."
Maddie stopped. Her smirk grew, and she shook her head.
Rex stood a moment longer. He slumped and stepped aside. "Nothing I can do then, except die, and I'm not the martyr type."
"Coward!" shrieked Renae. She staggered to her feet, then fell to her knee with a cry, clutching her ankle.
"Sorry dolll," said Rex. "I know when I'm beaten."
Maddie nodded and walked towards the door. As she passed, Rex's eye glimmered. He drew his hand back, and he struck the woman's bottom for all he was worth.
Maddie whirled and grabbed Rex around the throat. She lifted him into the air.
"Couldn't help it," said Rex. "For old time's sake."
Maddie felt Nothing. She saw Nothing. She heard Nothing. She thought a single sentence, over and over again.
I am the villain.
Her bottom stung. She jerked. Images flashed through her mind. The first time Rex spanked her, her hips rolling, her legs kicking, her wails bouncing off the wall.
Her thrashing about on his desk while he took a razor strop to her.
Renae upending her and warming her bottom with her ivory hairbrush right there in the middle of her own office.
Her bent over a railing, wailing and howling while Rex's belt stung her bottom, after she ratted him out to the police, hoping she could get the amulet and a four hundred dollar bonus in the confusion.
Mockery. Jeering. Confidence.
Maddie felt something warm and Light stir in her chest.
Increase your karma by 3.
The Light soon snuffed out, and Madison "Mischief" Malone, private eye, ceased to exist.
Oh dear! Looks like you found the bad ending. Maybe you could back up a bit, and be more judicious with your use of karma. You're gonna need it here.
"You don't understand. It's not about the pain." Maddie's words were swallowed by the Nothing.
Confusion.
"It's about…" The warmth spread across her entire body. More images.
Rex holding her and comforting her after her first spanking, before she sat down, determined never to misfile again.
Rex patting her on the back and calling her "Mischief" for the first time.
Renae pulling her out of the corner and giving her a deep, warm hug before making her some warm tea.
Prolly. Shouldn't you be over your secretary's lap?
"Forgiveness."
Light erupted from Maddie's body. The Dark fled before its onslaught.
"Leave me, you ugly sack of eldritch abomination!" Maddie's voice rose into a shout. "Get out! Get out! GET OUT!"
Dark erupted from Maddie's body, driven from her by a wave of Light, the mingled golden-silver glory of the Sun and Moon working together. Maddie collapsed, Rex falling with her. He snagged her and twisted, shielding her from the worst of the fall.
Renae staggered forward, her diadem clenched in one hand, tears in her eyes. The Light that erupted from Maddie's body after the Dark caught in the jewel. The diadem flared and reflected it back many times before.
"Return to your foul pit, horror!" roared Renae. Her voice shook the cavern. "Return to the Nothing that spawned you. Return and never leave again!"
Renae drove the Shadow back to the pit. She held the diadem above her head. A great flare of light erupted, bathing even the pit in its terrible brilliance. The Shadow vanished, leaving behind only a fading moan.
Renae fell to one knee and sucked in a deep breath. She pushed herself back up and limped to Rex. "Is she–?"
"Breathing," said Rex. He stood up, holding the unconcious girl in his arms. "Silly girl."
"We need to take her to the Council. She's just been–"
"I know what happened Red. But if you think I'm gonna let the Council get their filthy mits on her, you got another thing coming." Rex started towards the tunnel.
"She needs to be examined," said Renae. "What if It wasn't wholly banished?"
"I know a guy." Rex grunted. "And he's better than whatever lapdogs the Council's got."
"Bull."
"Ever heard of Dr. Vincenzo?"
Renae snorted. "He's dead."
"So he wants the Council to think. I'm taking Maddie to him. You can tag along, so long as you don't tell the Council where he is."
Renae frowned. "Why would Dr. Vincenzo want to fake his death?"
"Why indeed."
Renae sat in her office, her fingers clacking across the typewriter. Warm morning sunlight bathed the room. She stopped occasionally and walked to the window. She drank in the warm sunlight for a moment before returning to her desk.
The door opened and Rex came in, chomping on an unlit cigarette. "Morning Red. Mischief here?"
Renae stiffened. "I would prefer if you called me Miss Rollington."
"And I would prefer if you called your father Mr. Jiggles."
Renae's eyes widened. "I will not refer to the head of the Council of Baggenshire as 'Mr. Jiggles.'"
"That's a shame Red. That's a real shame." Rex put a piece of paper on Renae's desk.
"What's this?" Renae picked up the sheet.
"Little inventory of what Mischief got up to the other day."
Renae's eyes bugged out of her head. "Madison Malone, get your little butt out here right now!"
There was silence, then something that sounded suspiciously like a window opening.
Renae sighed. She stood and disappeared into the office. A few sharp slaps emanated from the partially opened door, and Renae came out, Maddie tucked her one arm.
"That's a heck of an arm you got there Red," said Rex.
"Shut up Rex!" said Maddie.
Renae swatted Maddie's bottom, clad in a thin yellow summer dress.
"Oww!"
Renae put Maddie down. "Bend over and grab your ankles."
Maddie eyes flicked between Renae and Rex. "Come on, don't you think getting possessed by an Eldritch Abomination from Beyond space and time was punishment enough?"
Renae's hand flashed out and struck Maddie's bottom. The girl eeped, hopped, and clutched it.
"Now."
Madison grumbled. She turned around and did as instructed, her bottom rounding into a full moon, straining against her dress.
Renae grabbed the hem of the girl's dress and pulled it up over her hips. The private eye whined, but remained still as her pale globes, clad only in a white thong, came into view.
"I am very dissapointed in you girl," said Renae. She pulled a hairbrush out of her purse. "Mr. Gunn, I think it appropriate, considering the misery she's caused you, if we both punish her at the same time, don't you?"
"Wait, come on Renae, that's not fair!" Maddie squirmed, her all-but-bare bottom wiggling back and forth.
The haibrush struck Maddie's right buttock, sending it into a heaving fit and eliciting a shriek from the girl.
"Quiet you. You are in an incredible amount of trouble right now."
"Seems reasonable." Rex pulled his belt free, doubled it over and wound it around his hand a few times. "Each of us take a cheek?"
"Sounds good." Renae took up position on Maddie's left. Rex stepped up to Maddie's right.
"You both suck!" said Maddie.
Those were the last coherent words Maddie said for quite some time.
Quite some time.
Congratulations! You successfully completed the game with a high Mischief score!
I hope you enjoyed playing, and let me know if you'd like to see more adventures of Madison "Mischief" Malone, Private Eye. You can contact me at aka@spankingrpgs.com, or post a comment on my blog at spankingrpgs.com, or a comment in this game's thread on animeotk.com.
Renae nodded when she read through the list. "Seems pretty bogstandard Madison. I take it you would rather be the one meting out discipline?"
"If you don't mind," said Rex. He adjusted his belt. "I got lots of experience with Mischief."
"Of course you do. Go on in, I won't stop you." Renae returned to her typewriting.
For some time that morning, there were only three sounds in Detective Madison "Mischief" Malone, private eye's office: the clackity-clack of her secretary's typewriter, the whish-snap of belt on bare flesh, and the wails of one Madison "Mischief" Malone, private eye.
Congratulations, you've successfully completed the game! You probably could have been a bit more mischievous though… maybe you should go back and try again!
I hope you enjoyed playing, and let me know if you'd like to see more adventures of Madison "Mischief" Malone, Private Eye. You can contact me at aka@spankingrpgs.com, or post a comment on my blog at spankingrpgs.com, or a comment in this game's thread on animeotk.com.