Sore Rivals - Part 3: Revenge

It passed a time after the latest meeting Belinda and Molly which ended for both of them with a very painful switching in a bar in Amsterdam. Belinda visited Great Britain again. And in London she accidentally met her rival again. Both girls were quite surprised and surely not happy about this. Molly again started mocking and laughing about Belinda's previous misfortunes.

"How does your big Bavarian bum feeling?" she asked.

Belinda became furious. She didn't want to hear any more insults from this haughty British brat. And she decided to teach Molly a lesson. The fleshy German overpowered the more slim British quite quickly, raised her skirt and took off her own shoe.

"OW!!! OUCH!!! Stop this! OUCH!!! Bavarian Brute! OW!!! OW!!! Someone, help me! OUCH!!!" Molly screamed, squirming on the ground.

"Oh, nein! Now your ass will pay for all!" Belinda growled.

Belinda really went to town on Molly's ass. She was pretty sure she'll spank her rival until her shoe'll broke. The German heard only the British's screams and sounds of the strokes so she didn't notice a policeman came around.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked strictly, grabbing Belinda by the scruff of her neck and placing her on her all-fours, while Molly jumped up, rubbing her sore buttocks.

"She attacked me! I have no idea why!" she complained to the policeman.

"She provoked me!" Belinda tried to excuse.

"Oh, really?" the policeman asked angrily "Do you really think a naughty tourist girl can just assault a loyal British citizen? Oh, I'll teach you a lesson!" he took of Belinda's shoe and raised her denim skirt.

"AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!! Why... AUA!!! AUTSCH!!! ...it always... AUTSCH!!!! AUA!!! AU!!! ...ends like this?! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! AU!!! AUTSCH!!!!" Belinda complained, wagging her bottom and howling in pain.

Molly secretly smirked at her rival misfortune, rubbing her sore bottom. She really enjoyed the show.

After at least 15 minutes of the thoroughly British slippering the German bottom, policeman finally stopped and released Belinda. The German girl, still howling in pain, jumped up on her feet and ran away, clutching her sore bottom. She even forgot about her shoes and pantries, which her British rival took as a trophy. But even after those Belinda still was sure: it worth it!