Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Four: The Brat and the Belt

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The Choice

Dame Athanasia gave Woffang a stern look. The orcess shivered, hugging herself, and whimpered.

"Milady, please! I beg you to save me!" she fell on her knees, bowing at Dame Athanasia's feet.

Dame Athanasia frowned.

"Are you scared of someone more, than me? Scared enough to dare to return to me without Livonna? Who came after you? Explain yourself immediately!"

 

Wolffang sobbed and kissed Dame Athanasia's foot.

"I am sorry milady! I am sorry! I will never disappoint you again! I promise! I swear! Save me, I beg you! They came after me! She came after me!" the orcess bursted into tears.

Dame Athanasia gave her a strict look.

"Who is that 'she' you are talking about? Do I need to spank you again, you, useless wench?"

Wolffang sobbed.

"Please, milady, don't do that! Van'Elle came after me!" the orcess carefully looked up at the vampiress. "I worked for her once. And I... Well... We pulled off a grand robbery, but the guards almost got us. So I took all the money I could carry and left her to her fate. As I heard later, she got a very bad spanking that time!" Wolffang giggled through tears. "But Van'Elle vengeful person. And she finally found me! She and her stupid henchwoman Flavia! I'm afraid to even imagine what they will do to me! Milady, please, save me!" Wolffang wept bitterly and kissed Dame Athanasia's foot again.

Dame Athanasia frowned even more, thinking. From one hand she was sure, that Wolffang deserved to be punished. Even after she already gave her two very strict spanking just about few hours ago. After all, this girl was the reason she lost her loyal she-werewolf maid. But from the other hand, even while Dame Athanasia thought that Wolffang should be punished, she didn't want just left the poor orcess to her fate. It was only her, Dame Athanasia, who had the right to punish her minions. Not some elven thieves. The vampiress slowly nodded and put her hand on the orcess's shoulder.

"Stand up, my girl. I will protect you." she smiled sternly "You failed me, you betrayed your companion, but you are still my minion. And what a mistress will I be, if I'll just left you alone with your calamity?" the vampiress turned to the witch "Kajira, can you help me to teach that Van'Elle a lesson?"

The redhead witch smiled.

"With a great pleasure, milady!"

All three women quickly hidden behind the folding screen.

It didn't take too long before they heard a scratch. A picklock was stirring inside the lock about a few minutes before the door finally opened. A two pair of legs tiptoed inside the room. Dame Athanasia nodded, and Kajira showed out.

"Abrakadabra!" she said, making a magic pass.

Van'Elle and Flavia froze on the threshold unable to move. Their bows fell from their hands.

"So, you thought you can just break into my apartments and threaten my minions, Van'Elle?" Dame Athanasia showed out, smiling sinisterly "Thank you, Kajira. Brilliant work. Wolffang, please, help Kajira to undress our unwelcome guests! I will have a very long talk with them."

Both elven women gulped in unison.

Wolffang smirked, looking at Van'Elle, and stepped forward. It didn't take much time before both elven women were disarmed and almost completely stripped from their armour.

Wolffang tied Van'Elle thoroughly and stepped aside. Dame Athanasia nodded and stepped closely to her victim, raising the riding crop.

"Let it be a lesson to you, Van'Elle." she smirked. With a loud pop the crop landed over the bandit's bare buttocks, making her scream. "Never try to cross your path with a knight! Wolffang is my servant now, and that means that she is under my protection." Dame Athanasia emphasized each word with a heavy stroke of the riding crop, making Van'Elle squirming and screaming on the floor.

"Ouch! Ow! Ow! But she is traitor! Ouch Yaraa!!! She left me... Ouch!!! She left me in narks hands, fleeing with all our money! Eeyoow!!!" the elf woman protested "Ouch!!! Ow!!! Ouch!!! I have the right to... Ouch!!! Ow!!! Eeyoow!!! Yaraa!!! My butt! Ouch!!!"

"All the right you had, elven bitch, is to ask me to punish my servant! I am the knight! I am the lady! The nobility! And I am the only one who have the right to decide if my servants deserved to be punished. Not you, dirty bandit!" the crop strokes kept falling all over the buttocks and the back of Van'Elle, making her bawl. The elf woman wept bitterly. Her arguing quickly turned into begging, but the vampiress didn't stop until her buttocks were completely dark red and her back properly striped.

When Van'Elle's punishment was finally over, Dame Athanasia commanded Wolffang to untie her and put the elven bandit leader in the corner. Then she turned to Flavia, who was already put in the perfect position for the spanking by smirking orcess.

"And now hear, how your henchwoman will screaming in pain. If you are a good leader, Van'Elle, you should be ashamed of yourself, that you failed your accomplice so bad!" the vampiress said, before starting the punishment. Poor Flavia screamed even louder than her chief. It took even less time to make her beg for mercy at any cost. But Dame Athanasia was relentless.

Suddenly Van'Elle turned to the vampiress.

"Your Grace! Please, have a mercy! I have something to tell you!"

 "It is 'Your Excellency'," Dame Athanasia said sternly. "Speak, bandit. I hear you. But if I won't like what I will hear, you will be put on the floor side by side with your henchwoman to get another one lesson."

Van'Elle gasped in fear.

"Your Excellency, please! I beg you! I know, where is your werewolf!"

Dame Athanasia gave Flavia's already terrible sore bottom another one stroke before turning to Van'Elle.

"What did you said?"

"I know where is your werewolf! Your... What was her name? Your Livonna! And I will tell you, where she is, if you will let us go!" Van'Elle gave the vampiress a begging look.

Dame Athanasia frowned. She wasn't sure, if she should trust Van'Elle.

"She is telling the truth!" Flavia said through the sobbing. "We saw her at the forest edge! I'm sure, she is still there!"

"Flavia! What had you done?! Now we have no trumps in our sleeves!" Van'Elle shouted.

Suddenly Dame Athanasia turned to Kajira.

"Release this two from your spell, my dear witch. They learned their lesson. Right, elven scum?" she gave both bandits a stern look. Van'Elle and Flavia nodded quickly. The vampiress smirked. "Now take your things and get out before I changed my mind. Quickly!"

Kajira nodded and whispered another spell, making a pass.

Weeping and sobbing, Van'Elle and Flavia took their armours and weapons and, still naked, ran away, not daring even to look back.

Dame Athanasia turned to her minions.

"Take our belongings, girls. We are moving. Let's go and find my dear Livonna."

The rain finally ended, but the sky was still overcast. It didn't took very long to Dame Athanasia and her minions to left the city and reach the forest. Livonna indeed still was at the forest edge. She felt her former mistress coming much earlier than she could see her. The she-werewolf growled and bared her teeth. It took a few minutes after she heard the footsteps and sniffed the smells, before Dame Athanasia, Kajira and Wolffang finally appeared. Livonna turned her back to them, growling threateningly. Dame Athanasia stepped forward.

"Livonna, my dear, please, listen to me." she said carefully.

Livonna growled louder. The vampiress sighed.

"I know, you have every right to be angry with me. I was unfair to you too often. But, please, just listen to me. Do you remember how we met?"

The she-wolf growled again, but not as loud as before, still baring her teeth. Dame Athanasia shook her head.

"Yes, I know. First I hunted you and brought you to an unfair justice. Just to leave you as my trophy and then taming you mercilessly. But you couldn't control your beast side. I was so strict not just because I am a wicked vampire knight, but mostly because I was afraid that you will lost control ever again, make something very bad, and I will lost you forever. And now I see that my cruelty almost made my fear come alive. Please, forgive me."

Dame Athanasia carefully made two more steps closer to Livonna. The she-werewolf finally turned around, still keeping silence, but finally stopping growling. The vampiress stepped a bit more close. The she-werewolf suddenly came up to her. Dame Athanasia carefully petted Livonna. The she-werewolf didn't bite her. The vampiress smiled and sat down on the ground. Livonna lay down on the ground. Dame Athanasia hugged her carefully.

"My dear Livonna. My beautiful she-werewolf. Please, don't leave me." she petted the she-werewolf a bit more. "It is your choice, Livonna. Your only. If you want, leave me. I know, I was a terrible mistress to you. You have every right to leave me. But please, stay with me. With us. You are more than just a maid for me. You are my friend. Please, don't leave me."

Kajira and Wolffang looked at each other.

"Livonna, I am very sorry for what I done to you..." Wolffang said carefully, stepping closer, trembling in fear. "Please, don't hurt me! Dame Athanasia already punished me twice for what I done. And believe her, she is really worrying about you! Please, forgive me too."

Kajira stepped closer.

"That is true, Livonna. We all care about you. And we don't want anything bad happen to you. Please, stay with us. Our team will never be complete without you. But Dame Athanasia is right. It is your choice, what to do. And we will accept any choice you will make. But please, stay with us."

Livonna suddenly nodded, and her body started changing, turning into more human form. She hugged Dame Athanasia back.

"I never thought, that you really care about me, milady." she whispered. "Maybe one day I will forgive you and Wolffang for what do two done to my love." she sighed and nodded again. "Well, I suppose you both, you, milady, and you, Kajira, are right. We need to stay together at least just for our safety. I don't know, if I will not regret this choice, but I will stay with you."

Dame Athanasia stood up and gave Livonna a hand.

"Welcome back, my dear Livonna. My loyal and brave she-werewolf. The Blood Moon is complete and is raising again! Let's go, girls! We still have the Paddle of Doom to found and a world to conquer! And while we are unite, nothing can stop us! I swear! One for all, all for one!"

"One for all, all for one!" all the women said in unison, walking leisurely along the road.

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.       

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!

We are Number One!

Dame Athanasia: "Are you, uh, a real villainess?"

Livonna: "Well, uh, technically... nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Have you ever dreamed of conquering the whole world?"

Wolffang: "Nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Have you ever hunted for the forbidden knowledge?"

Kajira: "Nah, nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Alright. I can see that I will have to teach you how to be villainesses."

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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.”

   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.

Unpleasant Encounter in the Park

Roaring out loud with her chopper's engine, Gertie pulled up to the entrance to the park. She loved to get out into great outdoors from time to time to get some fresh air and listen to the silence. But she loved no less to put her faithful chopper through its paces, riding it into the “wild” terrain. Of course, it won't stand a real off-road driving. And Gertie knew that. But the dirt roads, meant only for pedestrians, were not a problem for it. And so Gertie, ignoring the sign prohibiting entry into the park by car or motorcycle, confidently drove forward.

Gertie drove slowly, looking around again and again and taking her eyes off the road. She didn't really understand where the fox terrier suddenly jumped out from. The dog began barking desperately at her motorcycle, throwing itself under the wheels. Gertie slammed on her brakes. The dog jumped around, continuing to bark.

"You, stupid animal! Go away!" Gertie screamed at it. "Go! Go! Get the fuck off!" she tried to kick the fox terrier, but it jumped back, continue barking.

"Gertrude! What do you think you are doing?!" Gertie suddenly heard a familiar voice. She slowly turned around, changing her countenance. A very angry Miss Dobbins appeared from behind the trees. "Gertrude, what is this?" she gave the girl a very displeased look.

"What do you mean?" Gertie snapped, "Miss Dobbins, this is not a classroom, and I'm not at your lecture! It's my business how and where I'm spending my day off!" she wanted to get on the motorcycle, but the teacher's hand suddenly squeezed her ear tightly. Gertie moaned in pain.

"Not only did you almost knock down Toto, but you also dared to offend him." Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Not to mention that you drove your jalopy into the park, ignoring the forbiddance. Gertrude, for such behavior, even outside of study hours, you could get into very serious trouble at college."

Gertie wanted to grab Miss Dobbin's hand, but she didn't dare. Fear flashed in her blue eyes. Even while she wanted to be seen as a reckless biker chick who could handle any trouble and who could handle anything, she was not at all keen on getting into trouble with the college administration.

"I think I need to teach you a good lesson right here and now, Gertrude." said Miss Dobbins sternly, and led Gertie by the ear to a dry log nearby.

Gertie was afraid to argue with Miss Dobbins, and so within a couple of minutes she was lying across the teacher's lap, and her tightly jeans-clad bottom was being firmly spanked by the teacher's hand. Miss Dobbins had a really heavy hand, so even such a spanking was quite painful. But of course not as painful as a brushing she received from Miss Dobbins few days ago.

"Remember, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins spoke, emphasizing each word with a resounding slap, "Rules are there to be followed. You scared the birds and animals with your jalopy, damaged the road, and almost ran over Toto. Aren't you ashamed?" she maid a pause, giving the girl some time to answer, continuing spanking her.

"I am!" Gertie moaned quickly. "I am ashamed!" She was already hoping that she had gotten off easy, and would get off with spanking that was not so much painful as humiliating.

Suddenly Miss Dobbins stopped the spanking and pushed Gertie from her knees.

"It seems to me that you can't get through a scoundrel like you with just a hand spanking, and especially through your pants." she said, looking around, and plucked a dry but flexible branch from a bush. "Take off your jeans, Gertrude. Now we will start a serious talk!"

"Maybe that is not that necessary?" Gertie asked carefully.

"It is very necessary!" Miss Dobbins responded.

Blushing and sobbing with shame, Gertie slowly took off her boots and then her jeans. Miss Dobbins noticed with satisfaction that even after the spanking through the thick material, Gertie's buttocks were noticeably pink.

Right after Gertie dropped her pants and boots near her motorcycle, Miss Dobbins forced her to bend over, grabbing her knees. The teacher looked thoughtfully at the girl's plump bottom, tightly covered by camouflage panties.

"No. These also are going down!" she said before pulling Gertie's panties to her knees. Gertie sobbed. Miss Dobbins shook her head. "Try to remember, Gertrude - rules are meant to be followed!" the switch swished through the air and hit Gertie hard across her buttocks, causing her to yelp in pain. Miss Dobbins, without giving her much time to recover, began to whip her behind, which almost immediately caused Gertie to begin shifting from one foot to the other and even jumping up and down, howling and whining with pain. And her squeals and oohs were drowned out by the calm and stern voice of Miss Dobbins, repeating the same thing that she had already said to her while spanking her over her pants. But being underlined by a switch these words sounded much more convincing.

When the spanking was finally over, more than anything in the world Gertie wanted to dive into the lake to cool her sore bottom, striped by a switch, off even a little bit. She jumped around up and down, weeping in pain bitterly, rubbing her burning bottom, trying to make the terrible pain feel easy even a little bit. Finally, she managed to pull herself together and, under the stern and slightly mocking gaze of Miss Dobbins, with great difficulty pulled her panties and tight jeans over her red-striped buttocks. After a few more minutes of sobbing and rubbing her bottom, Gertie decided to get on the motorcycle, but Miss Dobbins' hand fell sternly on her shoulder.

"Do you want to get another spanking already, Gertrude? Just ask, and I'll be happy to oblige. Did you forgot, why you was punished?" the teacher asked sternly.

Crying with pain and shame, Gertie nodded to Miss Dobbins and, taking the handlebars of the motorcycle, dejectedly rolled it towards the exit of the park, not daring to turn around. And behind her back, Toto was barking furiously.