Feminine guile

The party was in full swing. There were people dancing in the ballroom, mingling between themselves throughout the halls, and committing debauchery in the upstairs bedrooms. The host was James Scot a young but quite promising writer. He throw a party to celebrate a very prestigious literary prize he got for his new book. Since he was pretty handsome, young and single, he was being eyed by every woman at the party.

Belinda Krüger arrived at the party in an elegant white sportcar. It was only fitting for a woman like herself to arrive in style. She stepped out as she felt the eye of everyone on her. She wore an elegant blue dress and had her golden red hair stylishly prepared. She was a woman on a mission. She wanted to win the heart of James Scot. Belinda spotted him on the ballroom floor dancing with another young woman. She quickly realized that it was Hélène. Hélène was from France. Once she seduced Belinda's boyfriend and now it would appear she was trying to win over James also. Belinda walked over towards the two of them and said hello. James greeted her and introduced the two girls who smiled at each other. Suddenly one of the butlers came up and asked for James's assistance doing something. He walked away and left the two rivals standing there. They looked at each other with pure hatred.

"He is mine, leave him alone!" Hélène said to Belinda.

Belinda smiled and said "I will leave that to him to decide." she then somewhat lowered her dress and positioned her pert breasts to where they would give any man a great view. She then walked away, on the hunt for James.

Hélène couldn't believe that Belinda was trying to seduce James. She had to win this fight. She walked to the bathroom and sprayed herself with some perfume from her purse. She made sure she looked her best. She then walked back to the party. She quickly spotted Belinda and James. They were laughing and talking. Hélène walked up the stairs and decided to join them. They talked casually , the women being sure to not show a hint of hatred toward each other . They talked for at least ten minutes, when James asked if either of the girls wanted a drink. They both said they would love one and he went off to bring back a bottle of wine. While he was gone, Hélène and Belinda both started to exchange insults quietly.

"I don't think you have any chance until you'll learn to see a difference between an evening dress and a night dress!" Hélène teased her rival "But with your kind of figure it's surely not important!"

Belinda looked at her angrily. She won't to let this French girl talk to her like that. "You French bitch !" she yelled, as some of the guests started to notice the argument, and gave her rival a slap in the face.

"Ladies!" said James loudly as walked towards the scene. "What the hell is going on!" he said to them "Why did you hit Hélène?"

Belinda didn't know what to say. She stood there silently.

James suddenly turned to a nearby maid and said "Fetch me my cane will you."

Belinda was shocked. Surely he wasn't about to came her.

"Lift your dress and pull down your panties!" he said angrily.

"No you can not do this!" Belinda said quivering she was so scared. "She provoked me!" she said pointing at Hélène.

 "Even if she did, that's no excuse to strike at her. That's childish and now you need to be punished!" 

Suddenly he pushed her over the arm of the armchair. He lifted her dress and pulled her panties off. Her bottom was on display to everyone at the party who was watching . Suddenly the maid returned brandishing a small wooden cane. Belinda knew her smooth white bottom was soon going to quickly become red and covered in welts. James lined up the cane exactly where he wanted it to land. Hélène was using a hand fan to cover her face. She didn't want anyone to see her smiling at her rival's misfortune. Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by a cry as the cane came down hard on Belinda's bottom. Everyone cheered and laughed at the punishment. James smiled and told the crowd that it would appear this German girl had never gotten a proper English punishment before. The crowd laughed even harder as he brought the cane down repeatedly on Belinda's bottom . Soon her was bent over the armchair with her red sore bottom in the air. She had spread her legs in an attempt to potentially cause the cane not to hurt her so badly. This had only given everyone a great view of her pussy.

Soon James finished properly thrashing her and then said "I don't ever want to see you at another one of my parties again! Is that clear!" He said as he struck her bottom to get the idea across. She bawled and nodded and he let her go.

Belinda wanted to run away from the ballroom but her sore, welted bottom was hurting so bad that she just couldn't do anything else but sat in the bucket which was full with the ice, since the maid brought the battle of wine in it. Crying and sobbing bitterly the German girl screamed, when the cold ice touched her tender hot bottom, but after a few minutes she felt herself a bit better.

While her unfortunate rival tried to comfort herself even a bit, Hélène was clinking glasses with James. She thanked him for protecting her honor and admired his powerful hand and literature talent, making herself sure, that Belinda'll hear every her and, more important, his word.