The WAH! WAH! Watusi

   Josie and The Pussycats were backstage, preparing for that night’s show. Josie was brushing her hair with a heavy ebony hairbrush, a gift from her grandmother, when she noticed Valeria was standing behind her, looking troubled.

   “What’s the matter, Val? Are you worried about the new song we’re playing tonight? I’m sure the kids will love it.”

   “No, it’s not that ….” Valeria said, her big brown eyes filled with sadness, “I’ve been debating whether or not to tell you this … last night, when you were asleep on the tour bus, I overheard Alexandra whispering to Alan. She told him, if he dropped by her hotel room tonight, after the show, she would show him things you would never dream of doing.” 

   THAT DAMN WITCH!” Josie shouted angrily, throwing her hairbrush against the wall. Watching the hairbrush clatter to the floor, gave Josie a wicked idea.

    Smiling devilishly, Josie said, “Girls, can you do me a favor? After the show tonight, I would like for you to ….”

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   When the concert was over, Valerie and Melody forced a confused Alexandra into their dressing room, followed by Alexandra’s cat, Sebastian. Melody then locked the door, while Valeria led Alexandra over to Josie, who was sitting on a couch, with her hairbrush in her hand. Once Valeria had forced Alexandra across the redhead’s lap, Josie flipped Alexandra’s miniskirt up and skimmed down her undies, baring her bottom.

   “What are you doing? Are you crazy bitches tripping out?”, Alexandra protested.

    “I warned you, Alex, if you kept flirting with my boyfriend I would beat your ass. THIS is to prove to you I wasn’t lying.” Josie said, just before she began to spank Alexandra’s ample ass with her hand. Josie’s tiny hand stung like a bee, quickly turning Alexandra’s bottom as pink as bubblegum and she was begging for mercy, “I’m sorry, Josie. I’ll NEVER flirt with Alan again. Please stop now, I’ve learned my lesson.”

   “Stop now? That was just the opening act. THIS is the main event!” Josie said, picking up her deadly looking hairbrush and crashing it down as hard as she could on Alexandra’s hot bottom. Josie’s hand had stung, but her hairbrush burnt like a fiery blast from a blowtorch. After just a dozen swats, the bawling brunette’s rear was ruby red, with tiny blisters popping up like bubbles floating on a sea of red hot lava. Josie rested her hand on the well punished girl’s derrière, and was shocked by how hot it actually was, sizzling like bacon in a frying pan. But Josie wasn’t done yet.

    “Prepare yourself, bitch, it’s time for the grand finale.” Josie said, grinning wickedly, before firing a final volley of extra-hard smacks into Alexandra’s sit-spots and upper tights, ensuring Alexandra wouldn’t be able to sit down for the rest of the tour.

   When Josie was finally satisfied, she released Alexandra. Crying uncontrollably, Alexandra began to prance about the room like a circus pony, howling in pain, her mascara running like black tears down her cheeks, She desperately wanted to rub her crimson butt cheeks, but her searing rear was so, so sore, even a gentle caress was painful, so she settled on fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, hoping to create a cooling breeze. 

   Watching Alexandra’s gyrations, the trio of Pussycats began to laugh uproariously.  “Look, girls, Alex just created a groovy new dance.” Melody giggled, “We should write a song to go along with it. We could call it …. The WAH! WAH! Watusi.”

Forest Discipline

"OWIEE!!!! OW!!!! I am sorry! OWIEEE!!!"

"If you'll ever scare any tourist in this forest ever again, this would be a picnic in comparison!"

"OWIEE!!! My poor bottom! OWIEEE!!!!"

Idle Farmhand

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!"

"So, Krüger, do you see now, what happens to lazy workers on my farm?"

"AUTSCH!!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!!"

Tears Won't Help You!

"AUA!!! AU!!! That hurts! AUA!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Crying won't help you, Belinda! How many times should I remind you, that the money we are saving for the rent are for the rent and not for your silly dresses?!"

"AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUA!!!"

No ticket!

There is no "I" in Team

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

"Stop squirming, Krüger! There is no 'I' in team!"

"AUA!!!"

Betty and Wilma

Curious to find out what their husbands, Barney and Fred, did at their lodge meetings, Betty and Wilma, disguised as men, sneaked into The Water Buffalo Lodge. Unfortunately for the unlucky duo, that was the night The Water Buffaloes hazed the newest potential members. Believing Betty and Wilma are men, hoping to join the lodge, the two women are paddled by ALL of the lodge members, including their own husbands.
After that excruciatingly painful paddling, Betty and Wilma ran out of the lodge and returned home, where they quickly changed out of their disguises. Redressing they were shocked to see their blistered bottoms were as red as lava, and just as hot. With purplish bruises beginning to form in the centers of their swollen butt cheeks, assuring sitting down would be nearly impossible for days to come.

Might and Magic

"Witchcraft, magic, enchantment, wizardry... Rubbish! There's nothing better than a good axe! Or a strong fist, I tell ya!" Zurin, a dwarfish warrior said, smiling widely, putting his hands on his hips.

 "Only a fool will underestimate the pure power of the brilliant mind!" Elenwen, an elven sorceress, stopped before him.

"Do you want a bet, witch?" the dwarf laughed. "I will defeat you with my bare hands!"

"Challenge accepted!" Elenwen said proudly. "And now you will..." she started casting a spell, but Zurin just pulled her by her golden hair and put over his lap, baring her cute bottom. The elvish woman struggled "How dare you! I will... OW!!!" she screamed in pain loudly, when her opponent's mighty hand heavily landed over her round buttocks.

"See? Your magic can't help you if you won't have a time to cast it!" Zurin laughed, continuing spanking poor Elenwen. She protested, she screamed, but the pain from the spanks was interrupting her every time she tried to cast any spell to save herself from this reprisal.

Finally Zurin stopped the spanking and pushed crying Elenwen from his lap.

"I hope you learned your lesson, witch!" he said and walked away.

Elenwen furiously rubbed her sore behind.

"Oh, you haven't seen the last of me, dork!" she said before casting a spell, which made the pain in her well spanked buttocks much easy. "I'll show you, what can a pure magic do!" and she followed the dwarf.

"Hey, Zurin! Turn around!" she shouted.

"What's the matter, witch? Do you want another spanking?" he asked, not looking at her.

"No. It is you, who wants a spanking!" Elenwen said, casting a spell. Zurin turned around.

"Can you give me a proper spanking, my mistress?" he asked politely, unbuckling his belt. His face looked shocked, but he couldn't do anything to stop himself.

"Bend over my knee, naughty dwarf!" Elenwen laughed, taking the belt from her opponent's hands. "I'll show you, why you shouldn't insulting women and sorcerers!" she commanded, casting another spell, to allow her opponent to speak, what he really thinks.

Elenwen was pretty sure, that Zurin will squirm and cry over her knee just right she did, when he spanked her. And she really made the dwarf kicking in pain, but instead of begging, he started cursing her wich such a words, that she quickly lost her temper.

"Shut up!" Elenwen finally shouted, casting a spell, but she was so angry, that instead of just making her opponent speechless, she accidentally turned him from a man to a woman."Wow! I knew, that the magic can be powerful, but I never thought it can be this powerful!" the sorceress said.

"What had you done, dirty elven bitch?!" the dwarf shouted in panic. "Turn me back to normal!"

"What did you said?!" Elenwen asked in furious voice. "Back to normal? To normal? How dare you?! Did you just call all the women abnormal?! Oh, you will regret this!" and she continued belting the dwafish woman, but now with much more force, making her screaming and squirming. "You know what? I will leave you like this. Maybe this will teach you a proper lesson in respect of a women and a mind powers!" she grinned, not wanting to admit, that she just had no idea, how to make poor Zurin back a man.

Night of the Werewolves

"HOOOWL!!!!"

A wolfish howling was heard around the castle for miles away. It was full with anger, pain and desperation. An attentive listener could hear through it a swishing and twacking sounds and a females laugh, which surely sounded quite evil.

Pauline, a young looking pale skinned beauty with raven hair, laughed and clapped her hands, looking at all the furiously squirming and struggling of Vivian, a young she-werewolf, who was desperately howling and weeping, being tightly tied to a birching horse. Her whole body was covered with bushy grey fur, now very messy, but her buttocks and upper thighs were thoroughly shaved and now completely covered with very sore and painful welts. Vivian turned away from Pauline to not see her gleeful gaze and met her tearful eyes with her another torturer - Lestat, a tall well-build vampire with short blonde hair. He grinned at her and raised a bunch of birches again. Vivian wept bitterly. How could she being so foolish? Why did she ever made this night prowl all alone so close to Pauline's demesne? She even didn't trespass vampire's territory, but pale skinned bloodsuckers caught her without any warning and dragged here - into the dungeon. She tried to struggle, but they were five against one, so she ended being tight tightly...

Another stroke of the birches landed over Vivian's already very sore bottom.

"HOOOWL!!!! Why are doing this?! AWOOOO!!!!" Poor she-werewolf bawled in agony.

Pauline smirked.

"Should I, a vampire princess have a reason for beating the daylight out from a mindless beast like you?" she smiled widely, showing her needle-like fangs and nodded to Lestat. "Continue, my servant! We have the whole night and many more birches ahead! Let's call it a musical night!"

"With the great pleasure, your majesty!" he nodded and brought another burning stroke over Vivian's already completely striped buttocks, making her howl in agony.

Pauline's smile became even wider. She wanted to watch someone getting a harsh whipping for a very long time. And the Best part was that she could say herself, that this torture for a living being was not just to satisfy her darkest sadistic desire. No. This was a message and not just to local werewolves, but for all children of the night. Pretty clear and simple message - bend before her, the vampire princess of these lands, or prepare to pay for your recalcitrancy! The vampiress licked her lips, watching, how the she-werewolf screams and squirms kicking and biting air now after each stinging birching stroke landing over her bright red buttocks. This surely was wonderful sight! First she even thought to birch the she-werewolf herself, but being a princess, a nobility she couldn't got her hands dirty even by such an amusing job. But even watching Lestat's beautiful work was a great satisfaction. And she surely had no wish him to stop.

When Vivian went hoarse from all her howling and bawling and was pretty sure, that she'll pass away from the pain, her torture suddenly finally stopped. Pauline came closer to her broken victim and touched her by the chin.

"Now listen to me closely, futile beast!" she looked closely into Vivan's tearful eyes. "Return to your pack and tell all the dirty mutts in my forest, that now you all are belong to me! Her majesty Pauline Drax! Do you understand me, doggie?" she chuckled.

Poor Vivian only nodded, weeping bitterly. The vampiress smirked. "No, no, no! Repeat, beast! Or maybe you want some more birching?" She laughed.

"No! Please, your majesty, no more!" poor wolf-girl pleaded "I will tell my pack, that we all now are your property..." she whimpered.

"Good!" Pauline turned to Lestat. "Throw this futile animal out from my castle, my servant!" she turned away and leaved the dungeon. Lestat laughed and untied poor Vivian before dragging her out and literally kicking away from the castle.

Limping and howling out loud, Vivian ran away from the castle. She was terrible humiliated and suffered from insufferable pain. But she also was too scared to stop even for a minute or two to sit down in snow and cool her terrible sore bottom off. She could only made a snowball and rolling it up and down, back and forth over her equally red, equally flaming buttocks all the way through the forest. She was almost feeling, how the snowball was melting from the heat from her terrible sore bottom. Vivan howled in unbearable pain all her way to her pack.

When poor Vivian finally arrived to her pack's lair, all the werewolves already were know, that something awful happened to her. The pack leader, flame furred werewolf-woman named Stirba, went out to meet her.

"Vivian, what happened?" she asked, but the answer was too obvious. Stirba frowned. "Who had done this to you? My poor wolfess!" she hugged Vivian, who was still whimpering bitterly. Weeping and moaning, laying on her belly with a big snow clod on her badly burning buttocks, while her packmates gathered around, the whipped werewolf-girl told them everything. How she was caught by vampires, how they tortured and humiliated her, and all what their leader, Pauline Drax wanted her to tell. When she finished her gloomy story, her cheeks were blushing so bright, that it could be seen even through her fur. Stirba growled in pure anger.

"So, that bloodsucking bitch really thinks, that she is that superior over all of us?!" she shouted "And she dares to torture one of us just like this, being sure, that she will get away with this?! No way! She will pay for this insult to our pack! To our kind! My dear wolves, this night we will have our revenge!"

The whole pack growled and howled in acclamation. They surely just couldn't let that vampiress get her away with what she had done. So they started the preparations. First Marsha, dark grey furred werewolf-girl with a bushy mane of raven hair, and Serafine, pale grey furred werewolf-girl, stole a jar full of Holy water from the nearest church, while their packmates were cutting switches. Then they put the switches in Holy water to soak them right, making an ultimate birches to punish the haughty vampiress.

And while the birches were soaking, the werewolves attacked the castle. Pauline's undead servants flee away in fear, running for their unnatural lives, while the proud vampire princess was caught in her bedroom, where she tried to hide under her coffin.

The angry werewolves tore Pauline's luxurious dress and cloak apart, while they were dragging her out from her castle and bringing deep into their forest. Vampire princess protested, threatened that just after she will be released, she will return and bring all the werewolves pack to heel, and finally just begged for mercy, but all was useless. The werewolves tied her to the old oak and brought the birches.

"Do you really think, we will bow before you, bloodsucking bitch?" Stirba asked, angrily looking in Pauline's eyes.

"Ugh! You would not dare to speak to me like this, if my useless minions weren't this coward!" Pauline shouted. "You are nothing more than wild forest animals! You have no honour! You have no right do this to me! I am nobility! I am princess! Let me go, and I will spare you all for this time!"

"Is this your last word?" Stirba asked, riding the bunch of birches.

"Hey, don't do this! This is not necessary! I... I apologies! This all was just a silly mistake! Please, let me go! And I... I will give you this forest!" Pauline begged.

"This forest is already ours. And it was ours for generations! Girls, let's show this undead bitch her proper place!" Strirba nodded to her packmates and brought the first stroke upon Pauline's pale bottom. Proud vampire princess screamed out loud like a peasant girl, when birches soaked in Holy water landed heavily over her vulnerable bottom. Leader of the werewolves pack herself and her faithful companions birched undead bitch as merciless as she tormented one of them some hours before. Soaked in Holy Water birches literally burned undead behind, making vampiress scream so loud, that them were heard all over the whole forest, making all the creatures of the night and other supernatural beings laughing.

Pauline bawled in pain, begged and pleaded, but the werewolves finished the punishment only after all the birches were broken on her now terrible sore and almost literally burned buttocks, and she swore on her un-life, that she and her minions would never even come close to the forest edge. Only after that the werewolves finally untied the vampiress and leaved her alone in the depths of a forest.

It was almost dawn, when poor Pauline finally found the way out to her castle. Right before the first sunbeam appeared over horizon, she closed the door behind her, still weeping from the terrible pain. Next few days she was sleeping on her belly in her coffin with opened lid to make sure, that nothing will touch her burning bottom, which never was this sore. Even when she was alive.

The Ruler

       Belinda, a pretty pixie-faced blonde from Germany, currently working as a substitute teacher in Texas, walked into Principal Rachael Ferguson’s office and saw her friend, Molly Mulligan, the high school’s office manager, standing by the file cabinets.
        Belinda smiled at the redhead and handed her some papers, telling her, “Hello, Molly, here’s my monthly work report. I know it’s late, but I had a talk with Rachael yesterday and she told me I had until this morning to turn it in.”
        Glaring at Belinda, anger seething in her sea green eyes, Molly snatched the report out of the German girl’s hand, “Rachael just had …. “a little talk” with me, too! She told me yesterday, you told her you turned your monthly report into the office on time, but it must had been lost or misfiled. THAT’S why she gave you more time to turn it in AGAIN. After you left the office, Rachael told me if I didn’t find that report, when I got to work this morning, she would … would …well, you can see what she just did!” Molly spun around and raised her skirt, and lowered her panties, so Belinda could see her ass was raspberry red, covered with a series of even darker stripes.
         “OH NO! You got SPANKED because of me? I’m so sorry, Molly.” Belinda said feeling horrible, “I never meant to get you into trouble. When Rachael asked me about that report, I had forgotten all about it, but I knew she would paddle me if I told her that, I got so nervous, I …. lied and told her I had turned it in on time. Hoping she would give me more time to complete it. I was up all night working on that damn thing!”
         “Belinda, I’m the office manager here. IF a report gets lost or misfiled, that’s MY responsibility. Thanks to your lies, my ass is on FIRE!”, Molly pouted, rubbing her red hot hiney, “I should drag you by your ear into Rachael’s office and tell her you lied to her yesterday. I would love to watch you getting your big bottom blistered right now.”
         “Please don’t do that, Molly”, Belinda pleaded, “ She would be so mad about me lying to her, she wouldn’t just paddle me, she may even fire me.”
         “You do deserve a good hard spanking, Belinda, but … I would hate myself if I was responsible for you losing your job.” Molly said.
         “Thank you, Molly, thank you,” Belinda said smiling, “And you’re right, I do deserve a spanking, for getting you into trouble with Rachael. I feel terrible about that. Maybe … do you want to give me a spanking? Just like the one you just got. After work today?”
          Molly’s green eyes lit up, “Give you a SPANKING? Are you serious about that, you naughty brat? Just like the one Rachael just gave me? A bare bottomed spanking across her lap followed by twelve swats with this little monster?” Molly held up a wooden ruler from her desk, “I have to warn you, this little sucker stings like a bee.”
          Belinda’s big blue eyes grew even bigger, “That sounds horrible! But, yeah, if that’s what you got because of MY lies, that’s what I deserve.”
         Molly sneered devilishly. “It’s a deal, then, Rachael is leaving early today, so when school is out meet me back here. I’ll even spank you sitting in the same chair Rachael spanked me in. IF I can sit down by then. “
         Belinda never expected Molly to take her up on her offer, and was a little nervous about how excited Molly was to blister her butt, but she knew she deserved whatever Molly had planned for her.
          The German girl left the office, feeling like she had just signed her own death certificate.

   Belinda and Molly was in Principal Rachael Ferguson’s office, watching the last of the school’s employees leaving on the school’s monitors. “I think that’s everybody,” Molly said, smiling sinisterly, “Are you ready for your spanking, Belinda?” Belinda raised the back of the sexy redhead’s short skirt to examine her war wounds. While her ass wasn’t as red as it was that morning, it was badly bruised, and looked extremely sore. “No, no I’m not,” Belinda said, biting her bottom lip, “But I know I deserve one.”

   “Then follow me, you German brat”, Molly said pulling out the same chair Rachael was sitting in when she had spanked her. Sitting down, Molly squealed and quickly leaped back up, rubbing her injured “pride”. That caused Belinda to giggle until Molly shot her a stern look, her green eyes icy. “Do you think that’s funny? I bet you won’t be laughing when you’re trying to sit down after I’m through with you! I’m going to go get my cushion out of my office. You can go ahead and take your pants down. I’ll be back in a minute.” 

    Returning with her cushion and her wooden ruler, Molly sat down gingerly and pointed at her lap, saying, “Come here, you naughty thing.” Belinda, with her bottom now bare, slid nervously across Molly’s lap.

       Molly’s tiny hand looked like a doll’s hand resting on the blonde’s big snowy white bottom. She knew it would take a while to light up both of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, but she was in no hurry. This was going to be fun.

       At first, Molly’s spanks felt like a gentle caress to Belinda, but then the redhead began to rain her hand down harder and harder, faster and faster, until she had started a thousand tiny fires all across her quickly reddening rear. Flames that swiftly began to merge together, until  the white hot heat engulfed the German girl’s entire bottom, raising boiling, bubbling blisters. Belinda was surprised her ass wasn’t setting off the school’s fire alarm.

      Then, Belinda felt the wooden ruler crack like thunder across her already raw, roasting rear. Each sizzling swat of that wicked wooden terror felt like Molly was adding kindling to the raging, roaring fire she had just built. Hotter and hotter until the heat became almost unbearable. 

     Finally, she heard Molly say, “OK, that was number twelve. You can get up now.” Belinda leaped off of Molly’s lap, 

   Molly smiled proudly, watching Belinda hopping up and down like she was riding an invisible pogo stick, her long blonde braids swinging to and fro, shouting “HOT! HOT! HOT!” over and over, her hands plastered to her plump posterior. But Molly’s smile began to fade when she saw Belinda was crying uncontrollably. And some of the welts left by her ruler were already beginning to turn purple. She never meant to spank Belinda that hard, to really hurt her. She had planned on turning her tushy as pink as cotton candy, stinging, sure, but only sore for a few hours. But once she got the wiggling woman across her lap, hearing her groan and squeal, feeling the heat rise like steam from her ample ass cheeks as she turned them redder and redder … she lost control. 

      Belinda looked at Molly mournfully, tears running down her pretty cheeks, and asked her, “Are we … are we friends again now?”

    Molly began to cry herself, hugging Belinda close, “I wasn’t ever not your friend, Silly. And I apologize if I spanked you too hard. I guess I got a little carried away. But you did say you wanted a spanking EXACTLY like the one Rachael gave me this morning. Because of you. But we’re even now.”

     Belinda smiled at Molly, with tears in her eyes. “ I said you could spank me, but I never dreamed you were going to tear my ass up THIS bad! I won’t be able to sit down again for a week! And I’m not sure if we’re really even, either. Rachael spanked you so you spanked me. But when do I get to spank you?” 

    The two girls laughed about that, and then Molly handed Belinda an ice pack from her mini-fridge and a cushion for her to sit on her during her painful ride back to her apartment.

      Back at her own apartment, lying across her bed on her stomach, with an ice pack on her aching ass, to help to take down the swelling, Molly couldn’t stop thinking about what Belinda had said. Molly considered Principal Ferguson as her mentor, almost like a mother figure, her disciplinarian, she felt like she deserved every spanking she had ever gotten from her. But … laying across Belinda’s lap, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling, as her hand slowly raised a fire as hot as hellfire all across her bare bottom. Hearing Belinda laugh at her squeals of pain. Listening to the buxom blonde giggle as she watched her attempting to sit down after she had just blistered her bottom … why did that idea seem so … intriguing to Molly?

Naughty Little Kartoffel

Happy Birthday to Me!

Well, the title speaks to itself, I guess ;)

The Consequences

Painful Tips

"AU!!! But Herr, it this really this necessary? AUA!!! Can you not just leave your complaint in complaint book? AUA!!! AU!!!"

"This is absolutely necessary, clumsy fool! Do you have any idea, what had you done to me?! You did not just ruined my dress! You humiliated me in front of all of the crowd here! And now I want you to get humiliated even more!"

"And I am more than willing to oblige, my dear!"

"AU!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!"