A German Brat
The main character almost of all my little stories is Belinda Krüger - a full of mischief troublemaker from Germany. It's quite easy to tumble to that she's my avatar character ;) So, as you may now guess, I'm a spankee myself ;) Feel free to contact me at gesperax@gmail.com
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Wednesday, September 10, 2025
Tuesday, September 9, 2025
Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Three: Juan Learns how to Give a Proper Spanking
Belinda, a blonde brat from Germany, had agreed to let her
landlord, Juan Lopez, give her a spanking, if he didn’t evict her for
playing her favourite Rob Zombie album, as loud as possible, two o’clock
in the morning. A decision she was currently regretting. Even over her
leather mini-skirt, whenever Juan’s hand made it through her defenses,
her hands and her wildly kicking legs, his hand left a burning imprint,
that stung like Belinda’s ample ass had just been attacked by a hundred
angry hornets.
Officer Mary O’Hara, a fair skinned woman
with wild red hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent,
had been sent to Belinda’s building to check out a noise complaint. She
was watching Juan punishing Belinda, disappointed in his spanking
technique. Mary was an expert spanker. Sometimes she offered a first
time offender a choice, spend the night in jail, or the next ten minutes
across her lap. Just last week, she caught a fat-bottomed girl with a
big blonde mohawk spraying painting “A.C.A.B.” on the side of a sawmill.
She chose the corporal punishment option, a bad choice in a lumber
yard. After Mary sat the punk’s bare buns ablaze with her hand, she
found a slat of wood that made a perfect paddle.That paddle left the
bawling brat’s big butt sizzling, her “sit spots” smoking.
Realizing she was doing a poor job of protecting her plump posterior,
Belinda decided to squirm off of Juan’s lap before her buns got any
warmer, a easy task, since he was just holding her down, with his hand
on her shoulder. Once free, she began to hop from foot to foot, pouting
prettily, while rubbing her rear, and pleading, “Please, Herr Lopez, no
more. My Popo is on FIRE! I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER break
another of your rules!”
Mary’s icy eyes narrowed, giving
Belinda a bone chilling stare, as she spoke to Juan, “Do you mind if I
give you some advice on how to give a proper spanking?” Juan wondered
why she would be able to give him advice like that, but said, “Yes, if
you want to.”
The policewoman stood up, towering over
Belinda, and undid the German’s girl belt, allowing her black leather
skirt to fall to her feet, leaving Belinda wearing just a tiny black
thong. Turning Belinda around, she said to Juan, “Look. This brat’s
bottom is barely pink. A serious spanking shouldn’t end until it’s
bright red.” Belinda wanted to tell Mary, “Mind your own business, you
spooky looking bitch!” but something about the officer scared Belinda.
Mary O’Hara then placed Belinda back across Juan’s lap and instructed
him, “Now, place your right leg, over her legs, she won’t be able to
scissor her legs now. Take her right wrist with your left hand, and pin
it to her back, so she won’t be able to use it to cover your intended
target. Now, FIRE AWAY!”
With Belinda finally locked in
place, and now practically bare bottomed, Juan’s right hand became a
blur. The room quickly filling with the thunderous cracks of Juan’s
heavy hand against Belinda’s rapidly reddening rear, and the
naughty German girl’s howls.
A crowd had gathered outside
of Belinda’s apartment, attracted to the noise. Since Mary had left
Belinda’s front door wide open, they all had a clear view of what was
happening. And loved it. All of the residents of Belinda’s building had a
good reason for why they felt she deserved a good spanking. Joy, a cute
nurse from Japan, turned to the crowd, and said while rubbing her butt,
“I’m NEVER breaking one of Juan’s rules! OWIE! I bet that girl won’t be
able to sit down for a week.”
That gave Dreama Bennett an
idea. Dreama’s late husband used to spank her, whenever he felt she
deserved one. She missed those spankings now. The last time she was late
with her rent, Juan had scolded her, telling her she needed to stick to
her budget better. She wondered what he would do, if she told him she
needed some “incentive” to do that.
Back in Belinda’s
apartment, Mary saw Belinda had a heavy oval hairbrush, lying on her
couch. She picked it up, and handed it to Juan, saying with a sinister
sneer, “If your hand is getting sore, use this.”
Hearing that, Belinda shouted, “If your hand is getting SORE? What about my poor Popo. It really IS on FIRE now!”
If Belinda thought her “Popo” was on fire before, the hairbrush rose
the temperature of her roasting rear to the boiling point, turning her
tush crimson, her “sit spots” maroon. She could feel blisters popping up
like pimples on prom night all over her percolating posterior. Feeling
like a witch, being burnt alive, she reached under the chair and gave
Juan’s leg a vicious pinch. His leg shot up in the air, freeing
Belinda’s legs, he released her wrist to rub the sting away, allowing
her to tumble off of his lap, and do the LAST thing on Earth she wanted
to do, land hard on her blistered bottom. Seeing the crowd watching her
for the first time, she ran to the doorway, shouting, “I HOPE YOU SICK
FUCKS ENJOYED THE SHOW!” before slamming the door shut.
Hearing that Juan said sternly, “You can’t talk to my tenants like that!
Get your ass back over my lap, young lady, I’m not done spanking you
yet!”
STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER FOUR, “BELINDA AND THE BELT” TO FIND OUT WHAT
HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.
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Saturday, September 6, 2025
Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Two: Dreama's Dream
Officer Mary O’Hara, a redhead, well over six feet tall, with
skin the color of fine cocaine and ice blue eyes, had been sent out to
investigate a noise complaint. Arriving at the location, she found
Belinda Kruger, a twenty-one year old busty blonde, with a plump
posterior, across her landlord, Juan Lopez’s lap. Belinda has just asked
Mary to arrest Juan for assaulting her.
Releasing
Belinda, Juan defended himself, “I’m NOT assaulting this brat. I’m
spanking her. Because she asked me to...” Turning to Belinda, Mary asked
her, “Is that true? You ASKED him to give you a spanking?”
Rubbing her rear, which was beginning to sting right before Mary had
shown up, said with a pout. “Welll…. I didn’t exactly ask him to. I
said he could, if he didn’t evict me. Is that legal?”
Mary
doubted if it was, but she didn’t want to admit that, because she
sometimes offered first time offenders, who had only committed minor
offenses a similar deal. Spend the rest of your life with a criminal
record, or spend the rest of the week unable to sit down. Just last
night, she had been sent to a clothing store to pick up four college
co-eds who had been caught stealing. They told Mary, with tears running
down their pretty faces, they were sorority pledges, and their pledge
mistress told them, if they didn’t return to the sorority house,
each with something they had shoplifted from that store, she would
blister their butts. She offered them that deal, arrested or
spanked, and they all agreed to be punished. Mary drove the four teenage
thieves down a country road, where she sat their bare behinds on fire,
with her hand. She then ordered the four would be felons, to bend across
a fallen log, side by side, and wore their asses out with a switch. She
had to smile, thinking about how they all howled in unison, whenever
she hit a pothole as she drove them to their sorority house. And how
nervous they all looked, leaving her cruiser, knowing they still had a
paddling coming.
Mary, who could tell by looking at her,
Belinda was desperately in need of discipline. Hell, she deserved to be
spanked, for lying to her, an officer of the law. Mary said with a
wicked grin, “Yes, if you agreed to be spanked, young lady, he’s legally
allowed to spank you. And I’ll stay until he’s done, to make sure
things don’t get out of hand here.” Actually, she was staying, because
she wanted to see Belinda get her big bottom tore up.
Hearing that, Juan hauled Belinda back across his lap. He had planned
on going easy on her, just warm her ample ass cheeks up a little, but
now, after trying to get him arrested he wanted to really fry her fanny,
until Belinda’s bottom was boiling.
Hearing all of the
commotion coming from next door, the woman who lived in the apartment
next to Belinda’s, Dreama Bennett, a woman in her early fifties, with
long shiny grey hair, sea green eyes and dimples that danced when she
smiled, wandered out into the hallway. Since Mary had left the door to
Belinda’s apartment wide open, she had a clear view of what was
happening in there. She was amazed, and delighted to see Juan had taken
her advice, and was giving that German troublemaker just what she
deserved. Even if she saw some flaws in his execution. Spankings should
be given on the bare. And he should restrain Belinda’s legs, with
his, to keep her from kicking, and hold her right wrist tightly behind
her back, to stop her from protecting her rear with her hands.
Dreama was an expert on how to give a proper spanking, although she
had never done that. Her knowledge came from her late husband, he had
spanked her since they were first married. She still remembered that
first spanking. You could say, it was BURNT into her memory. She had
been her parents’ perfect little princess, they had never even scolded
her, no matter how badly she had acted. That all changed when she
married Jay. She was only eighteen, Jay, an iron worker at the time, was
thirty-two. She thought she could continue with her spoiled and bossy
ways, as a wife, the same way she did when she was a child. Jay had
other ideas, One night, having had enough of her bitching and
complaining, he had hauled her across his lap, and sat her ass on
fire. As soon as that spanking was over, she told Jay he was a monster,
and she was leaving him in the morning. She then ran crying into their
guest bedroom, and slammed and locked the door.
She was
way too sore to go to sleep that night, and had spent the entire time,
lying on her stomach, while the ceiling fan cooled off her blazing buns,
thinking. Maybe Jay was right, maybe she did deserve that spanking, for
how she had acted. She had never been held responsible for her actions
before, that was why she still behaved like a brat. She needed to be
held accountable for how she acted. She knew she needed discipline to
become the woman her parents thought she was. The woman Jay deserved.
The next morning, she walked into the kitchen, and apologized to
Jay. She then handed him her hairbrush, and told him, he could use it,
whenever he thought she deserved it. And he did.
Watching
Juan attempting to spank Belinda reminded her of how badly she missed
her late husband. And his loving discipline. She wished she was across
Juan’s lap, instead of Belinda. She pictured herself, her bottom bare,
fire engine red, growing hotter and hotter, as Juan’s strong hand rained
down one fiery slap after another, on her boiling backside….
WILL DREAMA’S DREAM COME TRUE? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER THREE, “JUAN LEARNS HOW TO GIVE A PROPER SPANKING”. COMING SOON!
Friday, September 5, 2025
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Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter One: Noises in the Night
It’s late Saturday night, well past two o’clock, and Belinda
Krüger, a lovely blue eyed blonde from Germany, with a bad attitude, and
a fat ass, is returning home, her high heeled boots clumping loudly up
the stairs to her third floor apartment. She had been to see Rob Zombie
live earlier, and was wearing an outfit she had brought especially for
that show, a black leather halter top and mini-shirt, a pair of cat ears
perched on top of her blonde head.
Once in her apartment,
Belinda opened a bottle of dark German beer, and decided to listen to
her favourite Rob Zombie album, wanting to hear how the songs on
the album sounded compared to the same songs played live, while they
were still fresh in her memory. After blasting her music loud enough to
wake the dead for fifteen minutes, she heard somebody banging loudly on
her front door.
It was Juan Lopez, her landlord, a dark
handsome man, with jet black hair and a mustache he waxed the ends of
into curls. He shouted, so Belinda could hear him over the music, “TURN
THAT DAMN NOISE OFF! DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”
Turning her record player off, Belinda apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was.” Juan gave her a steely stare, fire burning in his dark eyes, “I’m sorry, too, Belinda, but I’ve warned you over and over, you need to follow my house rules. Like everybody else here does. I need you to pack up your shit, and move out in the morning.” The blonde was shocked, “ MOVE OUT? But I don’t have anywhere else to go. I start a new job Monday morning, but I’m flat broke right now. I don’t even have enough money to rent a hotel room for a single night. Please, Herr Lopez, don’t evict me, I promise I’ll be good.”
Turning her record player off, Belinda apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was.” Juan gave her a steely stare, fire burning in his dark eyes, “I’m sorry, too, Belinda, but I’ve warned you over and over, you need to follow my house rules. Like everybody else here does. I need you to pack up your shit, and move out in the morning.” The blonde was shocked, “ MOVE OUT? But I don’t have anywhere else to go. I start a new job Monday morning, but I’m flat broke right now. I don’t even have enough money to rent a hotel room for a single night. Please, Herr Lopez, don’t evict me, I promise I’ll be good.”
Juan was
tired of putting up with the German brat’s antics, and all of the
complaints he’s received about her, from his other tenants, but he
didn’t want to be responsible for her being homeless in the heart of a
dangerous city, either. Looking at Belinda’s reflection in the mirror
behind her, at her chubby butt cheeks wrapped in tight black leather,
reminded him of something one of his tenants, Dreama Bennett, had told
him about a week ago. “Do you know what that German brat’s needs? For
somebody to take her across their knees, and blister her butt until she
can’t sit down for a week!” Would that really help, he wondered. He
decided it was worth a try. “Belinda, I… could give you a second
chance. But I would have to do… something to reinforce on you, how
important it is, for you to follow my rules.”
“ANYTHING,
Herr Lopez, I’ll do anything, if you’ll let me stay.” Belinda said,
excitedly. “ANYTHING, Belinda? Even something to remain you to follow my
rules. Like… a spanking?”
Belinda’s hands flew to cover her plump posterior, “A SPANKING! Do you give EVERYBODY here who breaks your rules a spanking?”
Juan chuckled at that remark, “No, of course not. In fact, I’ve never
spanked anybody before. But I’ve never met anybody more desperately in
need a spanking than you do, either.” Belinda thought that over, the
gears in her wicked brain spinning. If Juan had never spanked anybody,
he wouldn’t know to properly restrain her across his lap, or how to stop
her from trying to protect her butt. Or how long a spanking should
last, until the pain was unbearable. Perhaps if she pretended her ass
was on already on fire, after just a few smacks, he would let her up.
She said shyly to Juan, “You’re right, I do deserve a spanking. But,
please, NOT too hard, I bruise easily.” Juan pulled a straight back
chair, into the center of the room, and Belinda laid across his lap, an
evil smile on her raven black lips.
True, Juan had never
spanked anybody before, but he figured it would be easy to do. You just
threw the girl across your lap and slapped her ass. Spanking Belinda was
anything BUT easy. It was like trying to spank a German whirlwind. She
was struggling so furiously, he could barely keep her across his lap.
She had both of her hands glued to her big backside, and she wouldn’t
stop kicking her legs up and down, he was afraid she may break his hand
with her high heeled boots. Every time he did manage to make contact
with his intended target, she howled so loud, he was worried that his
tenants would think somebody was being murdered.
Officer
Mary O’Hara was sent to Juan’s apartment building, because somebody
there had called in a noise complaint. A elderly woman, on the first
floor had told her, if anybody in their apartment building was causing
trouble, it was probably that German brat in 3-B. Approaching Belinda’s
apartment, she heard the sounds of a struggle, and a woman scream.
Seeing Juan had left Belinda’s door ajar, she drew her revolver, and
slipped inside. She was shocked to see a man in his mid-thirties
spanking a girl in her early twenties, dressed in black leather and
wearing cat ears. Was this a man spanking his daughter, or a kinky
couple role playing. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Mary demanded.
Juan and Belinda were both shocked, to discover somebody was watching
them. A POLICE OFFICER ! Juan’s hand stopped in mid-air, and Belinda,
always looking for a way to escape a spanking, shouted, “PLEASE HELP ME,
OFFICER! THIS MAN IS ASSAULTING ME! I WANT YOU TO ARREST HIM!”
THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER ONE. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWO, “DREAMA’S
DREAM” TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.
Thursday, July 31, 2025
Unpleasant Encounter in the Park
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