Spanked by Satan

Susan Smith triple checked the chalk lines on the well-worn wooden floor of her studio apartment. She had rolled the rug and propped it up against one corner of the dingy room. There were at least two dozen candles placed strategically around the space, all burning brightly, which most certainly violated her lease, but sacrifices had to be made in worship of dark forces.

She gave herself a final once over in the bathroom mirror, pursing her red lips, fluttering her fake lashes, and fluffing her dirty blond hair which she now wished she’d dyed black or red for the occasion. Oh well. She tugged the neckline of her dress down in an attempt to reveal more of her meager cleavage. The dress was a short, black little number she’d picked up earlier at a chintzy store near the office where she worked. Her job consisted of the mind numbing process of entering medical billing data. Its only benefit, aside from a paycheck, was that it had given her plenty of time to fantasize about her evening plans while typing.

Susan had read all about it on the Internet, conducting several deep dives of dubious websites and dark web forums to suss out which information was credible. She’d finally learned that there was a way to summon and seduce a demon so that it would be bonded to you for life. This meant it would do your bidding and offer endless protection and devotion. It had taken forever to find someone willing to sell her the appropriate spell-book, and though the price had been exorbitant, it would be well worth it if this worked. She desperately hoped it would work.

Always an outcast, Susan had taken to the Occult like a duck to water, drawn to stories about girls just like herself who discovered they had magical powers or some connection to mythical creatures. Unfortunately, she grew up in a boring town without a whisper of the supernatural. And her parents had named her Susan. Honestly, what had they been thinking? How could a 'Susan Smith' become a dark heroine destined for mystical adventure and power? She much preferred the kinds of names she gave herself on the message boards she frequented online, where people discussed supernatural occurrences and how to practice witchcraft: Ebony Starletta, Scarlet Storm, and Andromeda Sky to name a few. A person went through a lot of Internet pseudonyms when she got blocked and banned for the silliest things - like pointing out when some idiot was completely and utterly full of shit. It turned out most people were morons who couldn’t accept the truth. She certainly wasn’t a troll as she’d often been called; just blunt and honest.

And also utterly unwilling to accept a boring life. Susan was seeking out her own adventure at last. She was going to summon a demon. Tonight.

She stretched as tall as she was able in her black spiked heels, and then stepped toward the runes of the summoning circle she had chalked that afternoon, holding the spell-book open to the words she needed to speak. Her body thrummed with a mix of excitement and nerves. The idea of fucking a demon was already making her wet between the legs. It also felt decidedly breezy between them, since she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Why bother with panties when a speedy seduction was her end goal?

The pronunciation of the summoning spell had been difficult to learn, but Susan had worked tirelessly to prepare. Everything had to be perfect. With a deep breath, she placed her palm on the page and spoke the words.

For a moment, nothing happened, and Susan’s heart sank. Had she messed up some part of the ritual, or was this another dead end? Then a forceful breeze swept through the room, sending the skirt of her dress fluttering up around her hips. She felt her cheeks heat, but ignored the exposure of her naked nether-regions - there were far more important things happening!

The candles flickered vigorously and then went out. The wind stopped as suddenly as it had come, and Susan stood in the dark, her heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears. The full moon cast an eerie light through her window. Then all the candles relit at once, and the summoning circle began to glow.

A pair of horns emerged from the floor as though it were water, rippling unnaturally beneath the chalk runes. The horns were followed by a shaggy head, and Susan’s stomach lurched at the way its face was not quite human, with something wild and animal-like about the grim features. The demon wore no shirt, and even in the ethereal light, she could see its skin was a shocking burgundy. Its lower half was covered in thick, dark fur, and its feet were cloven hooves. It was tall, broad, and muscled, emanating a terrific force of power, and Susan suppressed a shudder.

She swallowed and tried to quell the shaking in her voice as she held her head high, “I am … W-Willow Thorn!” She cleared her throat and took a steadying breath before continuing, “I have summoned you from Hell to do my bidding, Demon. I command you to -”

“Hello, Susan.”

His low voice practically vibrated throughout the small space, the force of it making her tremble, and she faltered, heart jumping into her throat.

“I … I …” the speech she’d worked so hard to memorize suddenly slipped completely from Susan’s mind.

“That’s right, Susan Ann Smith," he said with a wolfish smile, the sight frightening to behold on his demonic face. “I know you.”

She could only stare and blink stupidly at him, her mouth hanging open, frozen in place with the book still in her hands.

“I also know you’ve made a grave mistake summoning me here. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Susan. We’ve been watching.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “But I … you ...” she floundered, trying to explain. “Everything I’ve done is in furtherance of your will.”

He snorted. “What do you know of a demon’s will?”

“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out, blushing dark pink. “I’m offering myself to you in exchange for your loyalty and protection.”

He threw his head back and laughed, broad shoulders shaking with the deep, hearty sound. Angry tears pricked at the corners of Susan’s eyes. This wasn’t going at all like she’d planned! She’d finally summoned an actual, real life demon, and he was laughing at her! Life was so unfair! Susan was beyond humiliated, and her temper flared. She slammed the book down on the ground and gave an indignant stomp of her foot with all the fervor of a childish tantrum.

“You’re supposed to have your way with me!” she whined, realizing a moment after she said it how ridiculous she sounded.

“You little fool,” the demon sneered at her. “I have no interest in mating with a human worm such as yourself. That privilege is reserved only for extraordinary circumstances and individuals. Certainly not for some underdeveloped child like you.”

Susan pouted. His comment had stung. Sure, she was somewhat short and had small breasts (about which she was a little sensitive, thank you very much!), but she was no child.

“You are a child to me, little Suzy,” he taunted with a chuckle, reading her thoughts. Her cheeks burned. No one had called her Suzy since she was eight years old! “And do you know what happens to naughty children?”

She balked, taking a step back. But he mirrored her movement with a wide step forward of one hoof.

“There is only one thing in store for you today, Susan Ann, and that’s discipline.”

He couldn't be serious. She nearly stumbled as she took another step backwards. “Y-you can’t leave the circle!” she said, mostly to reassure herself as panic rose in her chest.

He grinned and walked right over the runes. “Of course I can, you silly girl.”

She tried to run, of course, but there was simply nowhere to go in the tiny apartment with him towering over her; a force of strength and evil. She only made it three steps before he caught her around the middle, and she gave a little oof! as the air was knocked out of her. He held her easily beneath one immense, muscled arm, her head and arms hanging towards his back. She felt her short dress riding up, revealing her naked backside and she gave her dangling legs a little indignant (if useless) kick. The demon chuckled, and she felt the rumble of it where she was pressed firmly against his side.

“What a presumptuous little harlot.” He patted her exposed buttocks with his enormous, clawed hand and she stiffened. Had he changed his mind about the sex? “However, it is convenient to have you already bared. Susan, please think on your actions while I give you a little taste of the Hell you’re so eager to experience.”

He lifted his hand and brought it down against her conveniently bared bottom with a tremendous SLAP! Susan yelped, but he ignored her cry, delivering a second SMACK! without hesitation.

He was actually spanking her! Of all the ridiculous, humiliating - SLAP! SMACK! SPANK!

She shouted and struggled in his grip, beating at his back with her fists, scratching at the arm curled beneath her stomach. Nothing seemed to have any effect, though, and those brutal, stinging spanks just kept raining down on her defenseless backside!

His hand was giant, hard and oddly hot. It was almost like being spanked with a flat iron on its lowest setting. Whatever demonic trick he was using, it was truly lighting a fire in her poor bottom which was beginning to burn unbearably, getting hotter and hotter with every sharp smack. There was nothing Susan could do but shriek and kick her legs while her bare buttocks were lit on fire!

“You must learn not to meddle in forces beyond your station, child,” the demon scolded, his voice bellowing through the room over her cries.

Susan squirmed and struggled, but she had no hope of escaping the sound demonic spanking being mercilessly applied to her burning bottom. He focused most of his attention on the chubbiest portion of her round cheeks, the flesh jiggling as he spanked them thoroughly to a deep, rosy red. However, he didn’t neglect the suburbs, either, making sure her sensitive sit-spots and the backs of her thighs were spanked just as red hot, as well.

“It hurts! Please!” she begged. “Please! Oh, please, no more!”

“This is but a tickle compared to the fires of Hell, you foolish imp,” he snarled, not even breaking his spanking stride, delivering swat after swat of searing anguish to her naked rear end.

The blows kept coming until Susan’s body went limp, still and defeated aside from the tremors of her sobs. It took her a moment to realize she was no longer being struck, her backside was so ablaze. He had left her rump roasted to well-done; hot, tender, sore and throbbing.

He let her go, dropping her unceremoniously to the floor. She crumpled awkwardly to her knees, immediately reaching back to rub at her scalded bottom, her first instinct to soothe the ache rather than maintain her modesty.

She was busy trying to rub out the sting when suddenly, a supernatural force lifted her into the air, and she squawked as she was deposited face down onto her bed. Her dress was still rumpled up around her waist, leaving her cherry red buttocks bared skyward. She made an attempt to remedy her exposure, but found she was unable to move, arms and legs trapped as though she were bound in place. She was barely able to lift her head to look through blurry, tear-filled eyes and see the demon approaching. With a jolt of fear, she realized that he wielded a narrow strip of leather - almost like a belt - that glowed orange and red as though it were on fire.

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head desperately. “No. No, please, don’t! No more!”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Immobilized, she could only watch in horror as the demon raised the flaming strap and brought it whistling down across her naked bottom. There was a mighty Crack! and then it felt as though a red hot poker had been laid across her tender buttocks. Susan screamed. A second lash followed soon after, and she feared her ass was going to split in two. The burning leather made scorching hot contact with her backside six times in total, leaving blistering agony behind. She wasn’t even able to wiggle or kick out the pain, but lie there frozen and accept each burning lash to her helpless bottom with an ear-splitting shriek.

By the time it was finished, Susan’s throat hurt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that her apartment must have been magically sealed for her neighbors not to have heard her screams. Even though the strapping had stopped, she continued to weep softly, making little mournful sounds, her abused backside pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat.

With a snap of the demon’s fingers, Susan could move again. She instantly reached back with both hands to clutch at her smoldering bottom, sobbing even more when she felt the raised, puffy weals running parallel across her buttocks, the skin so inflamed and raw she could barely stand to touch it. She would certainly be sleeping on her stomach for some time!

“I hope you have learned from this little sampling of Hell’s wrath, Susan,” the demon said.

She nodded her head emphatically, her red face a mess of tears and snot as she blubbered out indistinct affirmations.

“I believe that you have … a little. Not to worry, though,” he said with a broad smile, “I will return on the next full moon to repeat the lesson. And the full moon after that. And after that. We want to keep the memory fresh to be certain you won’t be bothering us again. I recommend staying away from all those nonsense websites.”

Susan’s heart sank, and her face crumpled with another sob. Her bottom was so unbelievably sore that she couldn’t even imagine enduring another spanking - even if it was a whole month away!

“Try to behave yourself, girl. We’ll be watching, and if you’re too naughty, your next reprimand will be much more severe. Hell to pay,” he said, putrid eyes twinkling, clearly amused with his own joke.

The demon turned to leave, and even in her chastened state, her curiosity surged. She just had to know the truth.

“Which demon are you?” she whispered. “Are you S-Satan Himself?”

The demon laughed, a raucous, staccato sound. “I am known by many names, child, and asking 'which' betrays your ignorant, human notion of self. I am multitudes, and we are one. Demonic forces are far, far beyond your understanding."

Susan pouted, feeling wholly inadequate and even more like a foolish child - one whose bare bottom was still on fire from being thoroughly spanked!

"However," the demon continued with a grin, and her ears perked, "When I serve in this disciplinary capacity, you humans usually call me Krampus.”