"Two more laps", Belinda was thinking. Two more lap and she
would be done. Belinda closed her eyes and exhaled, concentrating on her
rhythm, her breathing. She could feel her heart beating fast, she could
feel every muscle in her legs begging her to stop. Two more laps. Just
two more.
Belinda opened her eyes and gasped as she ran into the back of another jogger, making them both fall to the ground on the dew-covered grass.
“What the hell ?” she yelled as she got up, getting the grass off her small shorts. “Watch where you’re going, Dummkopf…”
He got up as well, he was tall, a good head taller than she was. Square jaw, dark hair, freshly shaven, grey eyes… Grey eyes that were glaring at her.
“You ran into me, lady”
She rolled her eyes and made a gesture with her hand.
“Whatever! Leave me alone, you creep.”
“Excuse-me ? Are you blind or something ? You hit me from behind!”
“Oh yeah, well I’m sure you’re used to that…” she said with a hauty smirk.
“Oh, so bratty and intolerant? Well you’re a treat, aren’t you ?”
Belinda blushed instantly and looked down without even thinking, chewing her lips. She knew she had a temper, and sometimes the stupidest things would come out of her mouth before she even thought about them.
“Okay,” she blurted, “That was uncalled for…”
“Is that all?”
“What more do you want?” Belinda said, aggressive once more. She didn’t like his tone. Patronizing and shit, who did he think he was, that Bruce-Wayne wannabe?
“An apology would be the least you could do?” he said in disbelief. What an arrogant brat, he thought.
Belinda laughed. “Oh, the least I could do, huh? What, do you imagine I’ll blow you behind the bushes or something, you goddamn perv?”
He frowned and took a step towards her, pointing a finger
“That’s enough!” he said, menacingly.
She crossed her arms “Oh yeah? Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?”
“Obviously your parents never showed you what happens to disrespectful brats!”
Belinda hesitated for a moment, and blushed under his glare. She felt a shiver running down her spine.
“W-what? You… You wouldn’t…” Belinda felt very confused. How… dare he? How… Surely, he would not…
He didn’t answer and simply grabbed her arm and started walking her towards the bushes she had mentioned earlier. Belinda tried to struggle. The thought that he would actually go through with it was ridiculous at best. Her, draped across his lap, her bare bottom on display for him to punish like a little misbehaving brat… The sound of harsh slaps echoing through the woods…
Belinda's face was already as red as she’d ever been when he stopped and sat on a stump. He crossed his arms.
“Get your shorts off”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“You heard me. Get them off.”
“But… Nein!”
Belinda was twisting her wrists. She got a finger to her mouth and nervously bit her nail.
“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” Belinda was losing all her countenance.
“You don’t think you deserve it?”
“…”
Belinda looked down and wordlessly pulled her shorts down to the ground, then stepped out of them. She crossed her hand before her white knickers. He indicated for her to come over his lap. She did, tears already forming in her eyes. What was she doing ? What in the name of… *SMACK!* The first slap caught her totally off-guard, and she cried out as much in surprise as in pain. The next one wasn’t far behind, and the next one, and the next. Before long, heavy tears were rolling down her cheeks, and, just as she had envisioned, she was begging him to stop.
For a first time, he gave Belinda the full experience. The panties came down, the slaps kept coming until he was certain that she had been properly chastised. Finally, he got her up and smirked, when she started rubbing her tender bottom.
“I’m jogging here every day,” he said, sternly. “If I'll see you haven’t behaved during the week, nest Sunday you’ll get another one. Clear ?”
Belinda nodded. “Y-yes, Sir…”
With a nod, he turned around and started running, leaving her to put her shorts back on, rubbing her bright red behind and wondering what she had gotten herself into.
Belinda opened her eyes and gasped as she ran into the back of another jogger, making them both fall to the ground on the dew-covered grass.
“What the hell ?” she yelled as she got up, getting the grass off her small shorts. “Watch where you’re going, Dummkopf…”
He got up as well, he was tall, a good head taller than she was. Square jaw, dark hair, freshly shaven, grey eyes… Grey eyes that were glaring at her.
“You ran into me, lady”
She rolled her eyes and made a gesture with her hand.
“Whatever! Leave me alone, you creep.”
“Excuse-me ? Are you blind or something ? You hit me from behind!”
“Oh yeah, well I’m sure you’re used to that…” she said with a hauty smirk.
“Oh, so bratty and intolerant? Well you’re a treat, aren’t you ?”
Belinda blushed instantly and looked down without even thinking, chewing her lips. She knew she had a temper, and sometimes the stupidest things would come out of her mouth before she even thought about them.
“Okay,” she blurted, “That was uncalled for…”
“Is that all?”
“What more do you want?” Belinda said, aggressive once more. She didn’t like his tone. Patronizing and shit, who did he think he was, that Bruce-Wayne wannabe?
“An apology would be the least you could do?” he said in disbelief. What an arrogant brat, he thought.
Belinda laughed. “Oh, the least I could do, huh? What, do you imagine I’ll blow you behind the bushes or something, you goddamn perv?”
He frowned and took a step towards her, pointing a finger
“That’s enough!” he said, menacingly.
She crossed her arms “Oh yeah? Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?”
“Obviously your parents never showed you what happens to disrespectful brats!”
Belinda hesitated for a moment, and blushed under his glare. She felt a shiver running down her spine.
“W-what? You… You wouldn’t…” Belinda felt very confused. How… dare he? How… Surely, he would not…
He didn’t answer and simply grabbed her arm and started walking her towards the bushes she had mentioned earlier. Belinda tried to struggle. The thought that he would actually go through with it was ridiculous at best. Her, draped across his lap, her bare bottom on display for him to punish like a little misbehaving brat… The sound of harsh slaps echoing through the woods…
Belinda's face was already as red as she’d ever been when he stopped and sat on a stump. He crossed his arms.
“Get your shorts off”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“You heard me. Get them off.”
“But… Nein!”
Belinda was twisting her wrists. She got a finger to her mouth and nervously bit her nail.
“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” Belinda was losing all her countenance.
“You don’t think you deserve it?”
“…”
Belinda looked down and wordlessly pulled her shorts down to the ground, then stepped out of them. She crossed her hand before her white knickers. He indicated for her to come over his lap. She did, tears already forming in her eyes. What was she doing ? What in the name of… *SMACK!* The first slap caught her totally off-guard, and she cried out as much in surprise as in pain. The next one wasn’t far behind, and the next one, and the next. Before long, heavy tears were rolling down her cheeks, and, just as she had envisioned, she was begging him to stop.
For a first time, he gave Belinda the full experience. The panties came down, the slaps kept coming until he was certain that she had been properly chastised. Finally, he got her up and smirked, when she started rubbing her tender bottom.
“I’m jogging here every day,” he said, sternly. “If I'll see you haven’t behaved during the week, nest Sunday you’ll get another one. Clear ?”
Belinda nodded. “Y-yes, Sir…”
With a nod, he turned around and started running, leaving her to put her shorts back on, rubbing her bright red behind and wondering what she had gotten herself into.
WoW ! Belinda is such a Brat Outta Hell !
ReplyDeletePark Life! A running tantrum & bullying tendencies in plain evidence.
Such ferocity & outrageous behaviour. She gotten chastised fairly & squarely (minus shorts & panties). Poor guy, he sure saved the day.
I am reassured, for now :-)
Brenda xx