Belinda's Welcome to the United States

Belinda Krüger stared, eyes wide, at the long, thin paddle lying on the Principal's desk, and wondered how she had ever gotten into such a mess so quickly. She was a German exchange student at a high school in the American South, and the daughter of her host family, Jessica, who was about her own age, had talked her into setting a tack on the chair of one of their teachers. The trouble was, the teacher had caught them both at her desk and sent them immediately to the Principal's office, where they were now awaiting punishment. Belinda looked sideways at Jessica, sitting in the chair next to her, and whispered: "Is that the punishment stick? It looks like a very heavy piece of wood to use on a person's hands! They used to do that at home, but not now..." 

Jessica, her own eyes wide in anxiety, hissed back, "It's not used on the hands! It's a paddle, and the Principal is going to bend us over his desk and spank our butts with it! Hard!" 

Belinda's heart thumped crazily. Spanked HARD? While she was bent over a desk? On her SITZFLEISCH? "But...b-b-but...," she warbled nervously, "These blue denim shorts we are wearing are so thin! And so tight! And...I'm only wearing a THONG underneath them! Maybe if I tell him that, he'll postpone our punishment..." 

Jessica glared at her. "I'm wearing the same kind of thong," she growled, "and that's not going to stop him for a minute! I know, I know, I got you into this, Belinda, but... we might as well accept it. Our butts are going to be on fire in just a few minutes." 

"On...FIRE? Mein Gott!" Belinda wailed, and began to sob, her face in her hands. 

"Oh, not really on fire, that's just an American expression! Quit crying," Jessica hissed, "it'll only FEEL like it's on fire... oops! Uh... Hello, Sir! Lovely day, isn't it?" she gurgled nervously as the Principal stepped inside the office and closed the door. He frowned at the both of them. 

"Jessica and Belinda," he said, "Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves. You've both already passed your eighteenth birthdays, and here you are, playing pranks like you were ten years younger! Very well. Since you've decided to act like juvenile delinquents, you'll be treated as such." He picked up the paddle and pointed it at Jessica.

"You first, Jessica," he commanded. "Since Belinda's an exchange student, she needs to see this happen before it happens to her. If there's anything in your back pockets, put it on the desk." 

Jessica gulped loudly, but stood up, walked to the side of the desk, shamefacedly pulled several folded pieces of paper out of her back pockets and laid them down, placed her palms on the desk, and arched her back, her long brown hair hanging down and covering her face. Belinda stared as the Principal lightly touched Jessica's back pockets with the paddle as he took aim, then drew back and delivered five quick strokes to her denim-clad bottom that sounded as loud as rifle shots. Jessica gasped at the first spank, stood up on her tiptoes on the second, began to wriggle on the third, and finally, with the fifth stroke, gave a gasping sob. Tears running down her face, she squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her butt in her hands, and hopped from foot to foot as the principal stepped back and pointed to Belinda. "You now," he commanded as Jessica hopped to the side, still sniffling and trying to rub her burning rear end. 

"You now."

Belinda's stomach suddenly felt as if it were full of butterflies. Her head swimming, she stood up. It was almost as if the Principal's voice was coming from back in a tunnel; why did he have to be so young, and so handsome? But she finally understood that he was asking her if she had any paper in her back pockets, and she shook her head in the negative. "Nein, Herr...I mean, no, Sir, I don't." she finally managed to utter. 

The Principal pointed with the paddle to the desk. "Assume the position you saw Jessica take, Belinda," he commanded. Slowly, Belinda inched toward the desk, finally placing her hands on its smooth surface and letting her lustrous hair fall around her face as she arched her back. She could hardly believe that this was happening...to her! The butterflies in her stomach felt as if they were flying out to other parts of her body now, even her rear end as she anticipated the first stroke. Should she clench her buttocks, or let them relax? She almost looked up to the sniffling Jessica to ask but quickly looked straight down at the desk again as she felt the Principal's paddle lightly touch her sit spots. He was taking aim! No time to ask! Oh, God! It looked like she'd find out the hard way; her buttocks were now clenched involuntarily and it seemed she couldn't relax them...

And then everything seemed to happen in slow motion...

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Belinda gasped. The hard wood paddle burned even more than she thought it would. She knew now what Jessica meant by the expression "on fire" because she certainly was now...Her eyes went wide...

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

The first stroke had almost paralyzed her with its fiery pain, but this one made it worse..."Owwww...oh...oh..." she began to wail...

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Belinda's poor buttocks clenched even harder as she stood on her tiptoes and raised her head up, her eyes shut tight now. Her hands balled into tight fists on the desk...

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! 

Belinda sobbed hoarsely as both the fire in her bottom and the butterflies in her stomach flamed and fluttered through her pelvis...this was the worst burn ever...

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

"AIEEEEEEE!" Poor Belinda howled as she jumped straight up in the air, her hands on her throbbing, burning rear end even before her shoes touched the floor again. The two girls stood beside one another now, rubbing their rear ends in a hopeless effort to put out the hot fire in each, hopping from foot to foot, their pretty faces streaked with tears. 

The Principal put the paddle back in a desk drawer. "You young ladies may go to the restroom before you go back to your class," he ordered. "And both of you better be mindful of your behavior! This could very easily happen again!" 

"Yes, Sir!" both girls yelped as they grabbed their purses and flew from the office, shouldering their bags as their hands went back to their rear ends. In the hallway outside the office a few boys and other girls grinned and pointed at them; Belinda's face went scarlet as one particularly good-looking boy winked at her. 

"Stop with me by the soda machine! You'll see why! Got fifty cents?" Jessica whispered to Belinda as they walked up the hallway with as much dignity as their flaming rear ends would allow them. 

"Uh...sure," Belinda answered, digging into a front pocket of her shorts and wincing as the denim fabric tightened on her sore backside. "But...what...?" 

Jessica was already putting her coins into the soda machine and pushing the button to get a chilled can of soft drink. She looked over her shoulder and murmured, "Buy one and let's get into the restroom! Hurry! Oh, God! He paddled us extra hard! My butt hurts so bad!" 

Her own rear still flaming so hot that she had to concentrate on her every move, Belinda complied, picked up the cold can of soda, and followed her friend into the nearby restroom. Once there, Jessica locked the door and ordered, "Undo your belt and let your shorts drop now, like me!" No sooner had she given the command than she undid her belt and her jeans buttons, and her pants fell around her ankles, revealing a shapely but frighteningly crimson set of buttocks separated only by her thong. Still hardly unable to think on her own, Belinda copied Jessica's movements. "Now...what?" she asked as she stood with her jeans at her feet. 

Jessica stood face to face with Belinda but she now stepped sideways, leaned forward, and began to roll her cold can of soda up and down, back and forth over Belinda's equally red, equally flaming buttocks. The sensation of relief was so intense that Belinda gasped and giggled. "Oh...that feels wonderful! Thank you so much!" she warbled as she wiggled her butt a little. 

"Do the same thing to my butt with your can of pop! I hurt too, you know!" Jessica commanded. Still sobbing and giggling simultaneously, Belinda began to roll and press the ice-cold soda can over and across her friend's butt. Both girls were crying and laughing now as they cared for each other's rear ends. 

"You poor thing!" Jessica finally chuckled as she continued to cool down Belinda's behind. "I bet you clenched your butt, didn't you? That always makes it hurt worse! Plus the fact that your rear end is so soft and tender to start with..." Belinda just shook her head in agreement, grinned tearfully, and wiggled a little more. She felt Jessica's palm on her buttskin. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Even that hurts now! My butt's so sensitive your hand feels just like...like...what is the word in English?"

"Sandpaper?" Jessica suggested as both girls burst into a nervous laugh, still rubbing the cold pop cans over each other's buttocks. "Yes, that's it exactly!" Belinda answered. "Sandpaper! Mein sitzfleisch...err, my seat...is not accustomed to being hit so hard, and it hurts! Badly! Gott!" She winced as the cold soda can ever-so-slowly cooled down the lancing, throbbing burn in both her buttocks. 

"It always hurts worst, the first time, Belinda. You know," Jessica confessed, "I once really dreaded being bent over and paddled, but... now I sort of look forward to it. Would you...uh...like to get in trouble with me again next week?" 

Belinda stood up straight, winced, and rubbed her cooled, but still stinging, behind carefully. "Ach! I'm staying for an entire semester with a girl who LIKES being paddled!" she sighed. "Ooo...my sitzfleisch is SO tender! Oh! Ouch! Agh! Jessica...I don't ever want to get into trouble...but I have a sneaky feeling that somehow soon, you'll make sure that I'll have to bend over the Principal's desk with you again! Ouch!"