Sore Rivals - Part 1: Sore Hips in the Hippodrome

After several rear-warming experiences as an exchange student in America, Belinda graduated high school and, on her way back to Germany, stopped at London to see the sights and have some adventures. She managed to get a job as a stable girl at the famous Hippodrome--but like usual, she wound up getting into trouble once again. 

Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if she'd not made so much fun of Buttercup, a gentle mare that was the favorite of one of rich customers, an English girl named Molly. But Belinda managed to make it a lot worse by stealing a necklace belonging to Molly, simply on a prank which Molly didn't even know about at first. But it so happened that Molly came upon Belinda one day, offering Buttercup an apple and then snatching it away before the poor mare could take a bite...and she decided that this was the time to teach Belinda how to behave. Grabbing Belinda's arm and bending it behind her back, the angry Molly forced her over a haybale, jerked down her jodhpurs and began to hand spank her as she kicked and howled. 

In fact, Belinda wriggled and kicked so much that she accidentally throw the purse right off the nail, which spilled in the hay just about the time Molly's friend Jane, who rides with her, walked by and paused to watch the spanking. She pointed to a small necklace that had spilled out of the purse and asked, "Molly! Isn't that yours?"

Molly paused spanking Belinda long enough to glance at the necklace. "Grrr!" she growled. "It IS mine! Jane, hand me a riding crop! Belinda, I hereby fine you a layer of buttock epidermis for that theft!"

"B-b-buttock epidermis?" Belinda warbled, still wiggling from the hand spanking. "Y-y-you're going to skin my BUM?"

"Only a layer of epidermis, and only with this crop!" Molly snapped as Jane handed her the crop. "And it'll grow back! Hopefully quickly, since it seems you can't keep out of mischief!"

"YEOWWWWW!" howled Belinda in pain as Molly worked over her bare behind with the crop, leaving angry red stripes and squares.

Finally Molly stopped and rubbed Belinda's popo; though her hand was soft, it felt like sandpaper on Belinda's rear!

"That should be enough epidermis," Molly grunted as she and Jane carried Belinda to a side door and tossed her out on the street, her bare, well-marked rear visible to everybody. "Now don't come back!"