One Star Hotel

 

"Mensch! Mein Popo! One star hotel, ha? Okay, I throw my clothes about the room... Could she not just leave them lying around?! But a spanking from a maid... it was... it was quite painful!"

More Bad Luck

"Mensch... After that paddling in college this morning, I thought that it will not make any real problem with my date... Even after that bitch, who said, that I skipped the line in the supermarket... Who the hell takes a hairbrush, when goes to a supermarket?.. But why Frau Jones came to demand the rent for a two month exactly today?! How can I now explain Jake, that I can not go to cinema today?! Boohoo!!! I can not just tell him, that I can not sit down! Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo!!!"

 

German Maid Trouble

Belinda Krüger, a German exchange student wanted to find a job to make some money. When she saw an ad, that a Stevens family needs a maid, she thought, that it's a good opportunity. So she called to Mr. Stevens and he invited her to a interview.

Belinda showed up a bit late, so Mr. Stevens was disappointed, but she asked to give her a chance, so he gave her a choice - if she'll agree to take a discipline spanking, she'll be hired to a probation, or she may refuse and go away. Belinda agreed to take the spanking. She hated being punished this way, but she really need this job.

After such an unpleasant interview, Belinda tried her Best to improve the first impression. All things were fine, until she didn't make a compliment to Mrs. Stevens. The American woman didn't know German, but Belinda's words sounded too much like an English swearword, so poor maid quickly found herself over her employer's wife's lap with a soap in her mouth and receiving a very painful harbrushing over her still sore after an introducing spanking buttocks.

Later, in the evening, Belinda found herself over Mr. Steven's knee again. He had quite nervous day at work and decided to chill out by giving his new maid a punishment. And since Belinda was quite tired after a long day, he quickly found a reason to take her over his lap.

After some very terrible minutes over Mr. Stevens's lap, Belinda finished her chores and went to her room, rubbing her very sore bottom.

Belinda had some very uncomfortable minutes with an icepack over her sore buttocks, before she finally was able to fall asleep. She hated all happened to her, but she really need this job, so she thought that she will easy improve her work, so no future punishments would be necessary.

But in the morning Belinda, who didn't sleep well, had oversleep and found herself over the butlers knee, receiving a spanking again...

Clumsy Maid

He had a little smile on his lips as he pounded her firm, round bottom with hard slaps. The constant rhythm of the spanking, her bouncy cheeks before his eyes, her little murmured moans, the silky panties under her old-fashion working outfit… He loved it all. The little, plump maid had only been working in the house for a few months, and already she had been dragged over his lap half a dozen times.

The vase she had broken this time was of no importance, really, it had been tacky and would easily be replaced. Nonetheless, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have her wiggle under his punitive attentions again.

As he kept spanking her, her bottom turning a pale pink, then a darker red, then a bright crimson as he kept pouring spank after hard spank over it.

With a final hard slap, he told her to get up and go stand in the corner of the room, by the wide window. He sat on the bed, admiring her round apple bottom, the bright colour of it, the marks he had left on it.
 

Finally!

 

Topographic Cretin

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! But Frau Sanders, this is not what we agreed about! AUTSCH!!!"

"Miss Krüger, you had promise me, that you will show me the way! And because of you I got my car into a quagmire and got myself sodden! So I'm just rewarding you right as you deserved!"

"AUTSCH!!!"

 

Nasty Twins

 

Belinda was hired as a babysitter by an American family. Actually she was more governess then a just babysitter. Her employers were quite nice people, so Belinda tried her Best and was quite strict with their twins Jason and Mike. Of course, the brothers wasn't very happy with that and were just waiting for any opportunity to revenge the haughty German girl.

One day they provoked her to chase them and trapped her, by rolling her up with a carpet.

"Let me out immediately, you, brats!" Belinda screamed "Or you both will be in a very big trouble!"

"I don't think, you're in right position to give any orders, Miss!" Mike said and took the scissors.

Neglecting Belinda's protests, he cut off first the carpet and then the seats of her leggings and panties, uncovering her plump milky-white bottom.

"What do you think, you are doing, you, brats! You will pay for this!" Belinda shouted and squirmed in her trap. But the boys didn't pay any attention to her futile protests and starting spanking German's plump bottom with the flyswatters.

When they were finally satisfied, Belinda was very very sore and was able to think not about a revenge but only about some ice or cold water to cool off her poor behind.

Nope

“AUA!!!!” Belinda cried out, “AU!!!! Stop!”

“Nope…” said Keisha, her hand coming down once more on Belinda’s bare bottom.

“You made your point!” Belinda cried again.

“Nope…” Keisha said, nonchalantly, landing another hard slap. Belinda’s ass was a deep red by now, and Keisha’s added a few hard slaps to her thighs for good measure.

“Keisha… AUTSCH!!!! Please! Please!”

“I think I’ve told you I would stop once I was happy with your punishment?” Keisha’s hand hurt, but she didn’t let up, spanking her roommate without a pause.

“But surely… AUA!!!! Surely by now…”

“Nope…” The slaps came again and again, hard, strict, painful.

“Keishaaa…”

“That’s my name, yes?” Her hand went down once more, unwavering.

“I’m sorry…”

“There are two things I can’t stand, Belinda…” Keisha said, her hand like that of the law, heavy and punishing.

“Yes?”

“Liars and thieves.” Merciless, she kept landing slap after hard slap on Belinda’s bruised, crimson round cheeks.

“I’ll make it back to you! I’ll buy it all back!”

“I’m sure you will.” She went for the thighs again, making Belinda cried out in pain. She wouldn’t be able to sit for a while, that was a given. Good.

“Keish... AUA!!!! I’m sorryyyy…”

“Yup.” She went from full-palmed hand slaps to dry, quick one with the tip of her fingers. Belinda’s bottom wiggled and bounced as she winced and wiggled, helpless.

“Please stop…”

“Nope…”

 

Naughty Maid

 

Academy New Rules

 

Spilled Milk

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!! But Frau Jansen, please! AU!!! I just stumbled! AUA!!! It was just accident! AUTSCH!!!"

"By accident? The milk, you had spilled, costs, at least, six guilder, you, German schmuck! And for ever guilder, I lost because of your clumsiness, you'll receive a five strokes on your fat German ass!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!!"

 

How to Save Your Family

Belinda walked down the corridor to the hotel room where she was to meet Roy. Her high heels clacked on the floor as she checked her make-up in her pocket mirror. Room 207, that was it. She knocked on the door. Roy was a little, shy man, a tad overweight. He always tried to make her smile, and often brought her gifts, on top of the money she asked. She found him amusing if a little pathetic. She was wearing a pair of earrings he’d gotten her in the past.

She checked that her hold-up stockings were still up, readjusted her hair. He liked lingerie, Roy, stockings, corsets, that kind of thing. He probably like to pretend he was fucking some high-class bitch for a time. Men and their power fantasies. She mentally shrugged. Whatever floated his boat, really; he payed well, wasn’t complicated to please and had never been violent in any form.  She heard a click, and the door opened. She put on a sultry voice, “Hey Roy, wh...”

It wasn’t Roy. Instead of the short, balding man she was expecting, a middle-aged woman stood in front of her. She looked furious.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Belinda said, “I must have the wrong room.”

“Are you Belinda?” the woman said, sneering as she said her name.

“Yes, but..."

“Come in.”

Startled, she obeyed, and the woman closed the door behind her.

“Roy didn’t tell me there would be another...”

“Roy isn’t coming.”

“Oh…”

“And I’m his wife.” The woman glared. She was tall, slim, she wore heels, a neatly cut blouse and matching skirt. This was his wife? Belinda was starting to think that there was more to Roy’s tastes than she had thought.

“Oh… Roy never mentioned…”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” the wife said, grabbing Belinda’s wrist “That little weasel…”

She pulled her towards a chair that was set in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing?” Belinda cried out.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, you little whore!”

“What? Let me go!”

The woman said nothing, sat down, and pulled Belinda over her lap.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Belinda cried again.

The answer came in the form of a hand smashing down on her bottom with a loud *SLAP!*. She cried out, in pain and in surprise.

“Stop! What the fuck! I’m not a kid!”

“Well, I’m surprised a whore like you isn’t used to that kind of thing,” the woman said dismissively as she lifted the young girl’s skirt and slapped her ass again, harder.

“Stop or I’ll call...”

“The police?”

Belinda said nothing.

“That’s what I thought,” the woman said with a cruel smile as she kept slapping and smacking Belinda’s poor bottom. After a few minutes of hard slaps from her and protests from the young girl, the woman grabbed Belinda’s lacy thong and pulled it down to her thighs.

“Stop! That’s enough!” Belinda said, trying in vain to reach out behind her and protect her bruised behind.

“You’re going to take it like a good little slut,” the woman said, her tone cold as ice, “and you are never to see my husband again, understood?”

Frigid bitch, Belinda thought.

“But he’s the… AAaauu! He’s the one that.. Au! Auu!”

“Un *SLAP!* der *SLAP!* stood? *SLAP!*

“Yes! Yes! God’s sake! Leave me alone you crazy bitch!”

“Oh you’re going to regret this…” the woman said. Her hand still firmly holding Belinda’s waist, she reached into her purse and took out a tawse. Belinda saw it and hated it at once. She hated it even more when the first hit came. It was biting, vicious, that little silicon thing. It made her cry out, and tears began to roll down her powdered cheeks as the slighted wife got her revenge on her crimson ass. The tawse came down again and again, leaving marks and welts as it went, making her cry, beg, and scream. From experience, she knew that that hotel had well sound-proofed rooms — it was one of the reasons she met her lover here — and nobody would come to save her from this mad woman.

“Count them,” the woman said.

“What?” Belinda said through her tears.

“Count. *SMACK!* Them.” *SMACK!*

“Auu!!! One! What do you want from... Auuuu!!! Two! Three!”

“Atta girl. I’m starting to enjoy this.”

Belinda said nothing, the fire in her bottom robbing her of any witty retort. The tawse kept hitting, and the crying girl did as she was told, counting them as they came down. Ten, twenty. She squirmed and kicked and screamed to no avail. Thirty, forty. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t do anything but focus on the pain, not daring to think what would happen if she missed the count.

“Auuuu! Forty eight! Auuu! Forty nine! AUA! Fifty! Please! Bitte!” Belinda begged.

“And one for good luck,” the woman sniggered and hit her full force with the tawse. Belinda cried out. There was a wet patch on the carpet were her tears had been continuously falling.

The woman all but threw the young girl on the floor, were she lay, trembling and sobbing, her bottom throbbing with pain. She caught a glimpse of her bottom in the full-length mirror on the wall and gasped. It was a deep, crimson red, marked and blotched with bruises. She heard the woman putting the tawse back in her handbag. After a minute, the wife came to stand over her, a smug look on her face, waving her finger as one would in front of a misbehaving child.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, Belinda,” she said, saying her name with venom still.

Belinda nodded frantically.

“I won’t see R... your husband ever again.”

The woman scoffed, “You better hope so.”

Belinda sniffed and winced as she rubbed her bruised ass. She wouldn’t be able to flirt with any one for a whule. There was a lot she wanted to say to that woman, none of them good things, but she felt it wiser to stay silent.

“Oh, and by the way,” the woman said, “I don’t even want to know what my little prick of a husband paid you, but I rather enjoyed this, so there.” She let a few banknotes fall down on the girl.

In a way, that was the most humiliating of it all.

Call Girl

 

Language Barrier

Belinda finished cleaning the dishes and put them away on the drying rack. She glanced around the kitchen, making sure everything was in order. The young exchange student was very grateful to the family that housed her, and she always tried her best to repay their kindness with chores around the house. The French family, the Dubois, were a little old-fashioned, but that appealed to her desire for rules and neatness. Maybe there was something to the German stereotypes after all.

She undid the apron she was wearing —it had been a present from Madame Dubois — and hung it up behind the kitchen’s door. She liked that kitchen; it was big, bright, and full of delicious food. Madame Dubois was a fine cook, and Belinda loved spending time with her, learning French recipes and showing her some German specialities as well. What could she say, she loved food and she loved cooking it. It was no surprise then that she was quite the plump girl, with ample hips, a round bottom and heavy breasts, but she liked it that way. Humming a popular pop song, she went to the living room.

Madame Dubois came down the stairs at the same time. She was a middle-aged woman, a few years younger than her sterner husband, and wore her years very well. Blond, with shoulder-length hair, she was a petite woman whom Belinda had nearly always seen dressed in tailored suits with jewellery to match. Even when cooking she managed to keep her white shirts immaculate. ‘With your whole arm, side to side!’ she said as she whisked away, not a single drip escaping the bowl. That always made Belinda smile, for some reason.

Today however, Madame Dubois was wearing jeans and a blouse that made her look ten years younger and accentuated her thin waist. Belinda gasped and smiled as she saw her.

“Oh, Madame!” she said, surprised.

“Oui, Belinda?” the woman asked with a warm smile.

“You look…” The young German student hesitated a moment. Sometimes, words still didn’t come that easily to her, even after months of living abroad. “You look really… salopp today!” She smiled broadly for a second, then noticed the look of utter shock on Madame Dubois’s face. Shock turned into anger, and the woman stormed off, muttering angrily in French and slamming the door behind her.

Belinda stood in the middle of the living room, shocked. Had she said something wrong? That jean-and-t-shirt look was pretty casual, wasn’t it? She didn’t think that Madame Dubois would take it so badly… Puzzled, she wondered whether she should go after her to apologize, or at least try to understand why she seemed so angry. She heard a car start, then leave. She shrugged. She would bring it up in the evening; it was just a misunderstanding, she was sure.

A couple hours later, as she sat on the sofa reading a book, she heard a car park in front of the house. She put her book down, expecting Madame back, but it was her husband, Monsieur Dubois, who came through the door, a frown on his face.

‘Belinda!’ he said as soon as he saw her. ‘We need to talk.’

Shocked by the dryness of his tone, she stuttered ‘O-oui, Monsieur? Is there something wrong?’

‘Are you mocking me, mademoiselle?’ he asked, crossing his arms. She was thoroughly confused.

‘N-no? No, Monsieur, I would never…’

‘How dare you, Belinda? How dare you?’ He seemed really angry now. He was an older gentleman, moustache on a thin, wiry frame. He had a college professor look about him, Belinda had often thought to herself. Nevertheless, he was quite scary when he got angry, as she was discovering.

“W-wie bitte? Pardon?”

“Have we not taken good care of you? Have we not made you welcome in our home?”

“J-ja, oui, of course!” she was stammering and going from one language to the other without thinking, so troubled was she.

“And you think that the way to repay that is to call my wife a slut?”

She blanked. What was he talking about?

“But Monsieur, I never…”

“Are you calling her a liar?” he roared. She shook her head, eyes wide open. She dared not say another word. He continued, “Well that will not do, Belinda. I won’t have my wife disrespected in my own house.”

He pointed at her. “Don’t move,” he said.

He went upstairs and she stood there, trying to process what had just happened. She didn’t even think about disobeying the stern Frenchman. A minute later, he came back downstairs, holding a solid wooden hairbrush. This was getting more confusing by the minute.

“I won’t tolerate that kind of language in my house, mademoiselle. I think you need some good old-fashioned discipline. And Hélène will be expecting an apology.”

“Di-discipline, Monsieur?” she asked, eyeing the paddle uncomfortably.

“It’s been a while since the children have left the house, but I think I still know how to give a proper spanking, Fräulein.”

“But… but…”

“Unless you’d rather go back to Germany on the first flight tomorrow?”

“W-wa? Nein! No, no, I like it here!”

He sat on a chair he’d pulled away from the table.

“Then over my knees, mademoiselle. Tout de suite !”

Stunned, she obeyed without even thinking about it. She walked to him, blushing, eyes watering. She bent over and he put her down in position, her round, plump bottom up, offered to his punishment. The skirt that she was wearing didn’t cover much, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t stay on for long. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the first slap came down over it. Just a hand-slap, it hurt as much as it surprised her, and she let out a little cry. The hand fell again, making her round bottom bounce. Slaps came and came again, quickly settling into a rhythm, left-right, left-right. She was squirming, biting her lip not to cry. He paused only to readjust her over his lap. With each slap, her large breast bounced against his thigh.

When he grabbed her skirt, she tried to stop him, darting her hand to protect her dignity and sore cheeks.

“Nein! Bitte!”

He ignored her and folded the skirt up on her back. The next slap was sharper that ever, and she cried out, her hand reaching back to put the skirt down again. He immediately took it back up and rewarded her with a series of ten slaps in close succession, harder and harder. She howled in pain.

“Very well, off it goes, then!” he said, sternly. He got her up. There was no arguing with the glare he offered her. She undid her belt and the skirt hit the floor. She was left in her skimpy panties. Tears down her face, still unsure of what she’d done wrong.

“But monsieur…” she tried, “What have I...” before she could finish, he caught her wrist and forced her back down over his knees. After a few more dozen slaps, he pulled her panties down to her thighs. She didn’t even think about protesting that time. She had never felt so exposed, so humiliated. He grabbed the paddle from the table and didn’t waste a second in putting it to good use. The sting was immediate, and she cried out once more. He scolded her again, punctuating each word with a hard slap of the paddle.

“You *SMACK* called *SMACK* my *SMACK* wife *SMACK* a *SMACK* slut!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“Nein! Nein! I didn’t!”

“Salope! *SMACK*  That’s what you said!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“But that’s not… Owww! Bitte! Nein! That’s not what it means! Owww! Owww!

“You think you know French better than we do?” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“Nein! Nein! Owww! Casual! That’s what it means! Owww! Salopp means casual in German! I’m sorry! I didn’t know!”

Finally, her ordeal stopped. Her bottom was on fire, her blushing crimson cheeks were covered in tears and she couldn’t look Monsieur Dubois in the face. For his part, having finally understood what had happened, he seemed just as embarrassed.

Sniffling, Belinda pulled her panties back up, apologizing. Monsieur Dubois called his wife, and once they were all together — and Belinda wearing her skirt again — they had a long conversation about words, false friends and misunderstandings. All apologized profusely. Belinda stood up the whole time.

When she finally went back to her room that evening, she winced as she sat down on her bed. Her bottom was still sore and warm. She still couldn’t believe what had happened to her. She felt like she should tell someone. But to whom could she tell such a story? Blushing, she remembered Monsieur Dubois’s hand grabbing her panties and severely pulling them down, exposing her intimacy. She remembered his hand slapping her bottom, lecturing her, holding her down…

German Au Pair in France

 

Unlucky Day

Belinda's first day as an au pair in a strict, old fashioned British family started not very pleasant right from the morning. She completely forgot about a hour time difference between UK and Germany and her day started from a wakeup spanking over Mr. Clinton's lap.

 

Her troubles continued, when she brought Mrs. Clinton a cup of coffee instead of tea with milk for lunch.

 

But the worst part was the evening, when Mrs. Clinton found Belinda having a rest after a work and became mad about the au pair didn't asking permission for it.

 

Why so Serious?

"What the hell do you mean, 'such an attitude will bring me a taming'?!"

 

 

 

Pharmacy Accuracy

"Yes, Miss Krüger, I know you're studying medicine, not pharmacy, but that doesn't mean, that I'll tolerate any inaccuracy! Is that clear?"

"AU!!! Cristal clear, Herr Dodson! AU!!!"

"But Herr Dodson, my bottom is very sore even after your hand! Maybe this belting is not really necessary?"

"Don't you hear me, Miss Krüger? Pharmacy requires accuracy! And that means, that I need to be accurate all along the line! No lesson can be learned without a good dozen of a thick leather belt!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!!"

"Au! Au! Mein arme Popo! Damned Dodson! I will not be able to sit down for a day or two, and he makes me work dressing like this to the rest of the shift! Oh, I hope nobody will come in, until I finish with this shelves!"

Drama Queen

Born to Be Wild...

...and now she's got tamed.

A Bet Is a Bet

"Ugh! Molly, is it really that necessary?!"

"Well, Belinda, it was your idea to made a bet, who'll seduce that handsome first! So I want to get my reward! Come over here, German loser!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Molly, can you not be more gentle?! AUTSCH!!!"

"Shut up, fat ass! Another one word, and I'll crop this German ass bare!"

German Attitude and British Discipline

Disagree

Head&Tail