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| "AUTSCH!!! Bitte! Stop! AUA!!!" "No, Miss Krüger! My wife warned you, that our dear son has an allergy, so you should wash the carpet in his room with a hypoallergenic shampoo! And what had you done? You used a very toxic shampoo, which you shouldn't use even in my cabinet!" "AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Please! AUTSCH!!! This will not happen again! AUTSCH!!!" "Oh, I will make myself sure of that!" "AUA!!!" |
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| "Well, well, well. Where had you been, Miss Krüger?" "But Frau Maison, did you not gave me a day off?.." "What?! How dare you teasing me? Bend over! Now!" |
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| "AUTSCH!!!! But your daughter... AUTSCH!!!" "How dare you telling anything about my daughter! You! Lazy German cow!" "AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!" "Ouch! That must hurt alot! Poor Belinda. But she shouldn't telling rumors about me!" |
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| "Oh... My head! It feels, like it will blow... AUA!!!Mein Popo! What had happened?! Oh... I surely should not hold such a jubilee for German team winning... But what had happened? Did I got into a trouble with an other team fans?.. Au! Or did a waitress punished me for breaking some dishes in a pub? Or did I got into a trouble with a porter, when I came to the hotel in the morning? AUA!!! Boohoo!!! My poor bottom hurts just like I got that all in one night... Bawl!!!" |
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| "Don't tell me, that I didn't warned you! Yes, we're dating, but I'm still a shepherd and I won't allow you to steal any lambs on my watch!" |
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| "Stop bawling! It was your idea to make a bet, who's beast form is more powerful! And you also decided to make a one thousand spanks a penalty for loser! Will you ever learn, that the vampires are the Best in everything?" |
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| "Yes, Krüger, my hair are pink! And a very good ear! And I won't make anyone, who makes a laugh of me behind my back, get away with it! And I will be especially happy to color crimson one naughty German exchange student's plump bottom!" |
Belinda turned around and reached for a box of products she was to put in the display window of the department store. As she did so, her round hips slammed into one of the shelves, sending it crashing down with a thunderous bang. Reaching to try and save any of it, she banged her elbow into the second display shelf, sending it down as well. All the intricate, delicately arranged displays, hours of effort, lay ruined on the floor. The other employees shook their heads and facepalmed. This wasn’t the first time she’d had an ‘accident’. The manager, Mr Jones, walked up to the bashful Belinda, who stood frozen in the middle of the mess she’d created.
“Enough is enough!” said Mr. Jones, his tone sharp and angry “Belinda, follow me to me office.”
“Oh, but Sir…”
“No ‘buts’, young lady, I’ve had quite enough of your excuses!”
The young girl looked down and twisted her fingers, looking for something to say, something to save her from what she knew was to come. The other employees had warned her: Mr Jones, as nice and fair a boss as he was, was pretty old-school when it came to discipline. They had told her he routinely spanked employees if they messed up. Surely, she had thought, they had been messing with her. Surely, it was just a prank to scare the newbie… Surely…
Hesitantly, she followed Mr Jones to his office, and closed the door that displayed a gold-lettered ‘Manager’ sign behind her. She was blushing, feeling scared and ashamed. Mr Jones had been very kind to her, patient despite her repeated mistakes. Now he seemed really cross. Even then, she couldn’t deny a certain attraction towards him. She’d always like authority; she liked to know her place in the world and being told what to do eased her anxiety. Still, her clumsiness had, once again, landed her in trouble.
Mr Jones pulled an object out of the top drawer of his desk and set it down on said desk with a wooden, heavy thud.
“Do you know what this is, Belinda?”
Her eyes widened.
“Hum… A… A hairbrush, Sir.”
“A hairbrush, exactly. Were you ever spanked before?”
“Sp-spanked, Herr? I… Hum… No, no, never…”
“Well, I’m sure I don’t need to draw you a picture…”
“But Sir, you are not… I mean, you ca not...”
“Can’t I? As I see it, this is very simple, Belinda. Either you take responsibility for your actions and accept your punishment, or you can go find another job.”
“No Sir, please! I love this job! But please…. That… That would be so humiliating…”
He nodded. “Yes. And hopefully that’ll stick with you.”
“I…”
“I’m not going to say it again. The spanking or the door, your decision.”
She hesitated, thinking about her job, her colleagues, her future, weighing her mistakes against the utter humiliation of being spanked like a little misbehaving brat. Then again, she had been careless — again — and she was ashamed of herself. She looked up at him, his groomed beard and neat, pulled back dreadlocks a picture of fatherly authority. She bit her lip and looked down.
“I do not want to lose my job…” she finally said.
Mr Jones nodded. “Very well then, I think you’re making the right decision.” He pointed at her, “Take your shirt and skirt off,” he said.
“But Herr… Mr Jones, please…”
“No arguing, Belinda! You’re not the first I’ve had to bring here for a ‘talk’”
“Yes, Sir…” she mumbled softly, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Her skirt was next, and she stood in front of him in her unflattering underwear, her cheeks already burning with humiliation. She felt tears welling in her eyes when she looked at the paddle again. Her hands behind her back, she tugged at the band of her panties, pulling them up in the vain hope of covering her large, round buttocks a little more.
Sitting in his office chair, he beckoned her over, and she came, submissively, to lay across his lap. His hand held her at the waist, firm, warm. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. She deserved to be punished, she knew it. The first blow of the hairbrush came as she was about to say how sorry she was. Instead, she moaned loudly and kicked her legs. The hairbrush came down again, slapping across her round ass, setting it on fire. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep as quiet as she could. With each of the hard, heavy hits that followed, she felt the guilt leaving her, the pain washing it all way. The hairbrush fell again and again. Tears were rolling freely down her cheeks, and she sobbed with abandon, having never felt that relieved despite the shame, the humiliation, and the pain.
When her bottom felt like it couldn’t take any more of a beating, Mr Jones finally relented, and let her go. He directed her to the corner, where she stayed a long while, her hands over her head. Thoughts were racing through her head. She felt like the greatest weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She felt liberated. She knew now that there would be consequences for her mistakes. She didn’t have to internalise all the guilt anymore. She didn’t have to do it alone. Her bottom was still burning hot.
As a German teacher newly appointed to the school, Belinda had heard a few stories about the Principal’s firm hand. She had always thought that only applied to the students at the Academy, and she did value a clear, enforced behavior policy. It just made the job easier. So when she was summoned to the Headmaster’s office, she thought nothing of it.
When she got in the office, he was sitting behind his large, oaken desk. Besides a monitor and keyboard, the desk was empty, save for a mean-looking, straight rattan cane. It was at that moment that she realized that she might be in trouble. She cleared her throat, uneasy.
“You wanted to see me?” she asked, timidly.
“Close the door, miss Krüger,” was all he said.
“Certainly… What is this about?” she asked again, doing as she had been told.
He pointed to his screen.
“I’ve had very… Interesting emails from parents,” he said.
“Emails, Sir?”
“Emails, pictures.”
“I do not follow…”
The headmaster pivoted his screen around to show her exactly what he meant. On the screen was a single picture. She blushed and murmured a small oh my God as she covered her mouth in horror.
It was a picture of herself, in her classroom, bending over to pick a fallen pen off the ground. Not only was her skirt riding up, it was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I don’t think I need to tell you how unacceptable that is, miss Krüger?”
“Oh, no, Herr, I… I never meant…”
“To expose yourself to a class of young, impressionable teenagers?”
“I… I am so sorry, I do not know how that happened…”
“You don’t know how you came to work with no underwear on?”
“…”
“Well?” he snapped.
“It is more comfortable, Herr…”
He shook his head.
“Well, as you can imagine, parents are less than impressed, and I have many calling for your immediate dismissal, at least.”
“Oh no! Please, Herr! It was an accident! I… I would never…”
“As much as I would like to believe that, I think you know I can’t let this go without consequences.”
She looked down at the cane. She felt dread running down her spine.
“Consequences, Herr…?”
“I’m sure you’re well aware of the kind of punishments that we apply at this school.”
“Yes, sir…”
“I think you can agree that we can’t have a lower standard for our teachers than we do for our students.”
“No Herr but…”
“I would consider your objections carefully, miss Krüger. You are on thin ice as it is.”
She looked down, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment. She said nothing.
“There, much better,” he said. “Now, miss Krüger, are you wearing any today?”
“What, sir?”
“Underwear, miss Krüger! Underwear!”
She bit her lip and looked away. He threw his arms up in despair.
“Well I would say that shows the absolute need for discipline! Get your skirt down, right this instant.”
“Herr… Bitte…”
“Would you rather I invited the board of Governors and some parents to attend?”
“Nein, no! Please!”
“Your skirt, young lady.”
“Y-yes, Herr…”
She slowly, awkwardly pulled her skirt down and crossed her hands in front of her, exposed and ashamed.
He walked up to her.
“Since you like to expose yourself, I think we should go one step further.” He grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, exposing her large, round breasts. She whimpered, tears in her eyes.
“Go bend over the desk!” he barked, and she did so.
Her legs quivered as he took the cane and whipped it a few times through the air. The noise was already terrifying. She closed her eyes. He applied the cane to her behind and tapped her naked cheeks a few times.
Then she screamed.
And she screamed.
And she screamed again.
Without a thought for who could hear, the secretary, any waiting parent or teacher, she screamed.
She screamed and she cried heavy, ugly tears.
She screamed and she begged.
She screamed and she sobbed loudly.
She screamed and trembled, arching her back.
She screamed and kicked her feet, gritted her teeth, screwed her eyes shut.
She screamed and prayed for it to just end.
And it did. Thirteen strokes, that was all it had taken to reduce her to a trembling, begging, sniffling mess. The headmaster grabbed her arm and, without a word, lead her to the corner of his office.
“Arms behind your back,” he said matter-of-factly.
She did as he commanded. He adjusted her hands and rested the cane over her half-bent fingers. She was still quietly sobbing and said nothing.
“Now, miss Krüger… Do you think my word that you have been properly disciplined will be enough for the parents, or will they need photographic evidence as well?”
The ping-pong ball landed in the cup.
"Whoohoo! I won!" Juliette announced triumphantly.
"Oh come on..." Belinda answered, dejected.
"A bet's a bet!" the winner said gleefully.
"I guess..." Belinda said, looking away.
"What? Are you going to pussy out?" Juliette grinned.
"You won, can that not be enough?" pouted Nina.
"Well you would say that..." Juliette said, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
Juliette looked around at the twenty-odd people having fun and drinking in the living room.
"Come on, please... You are not really going to... spank me, are you?"
"Oh I definitely am! You lost the bet! No backsies," said Juliette.
"Nobody likes a gloater..."
"Or someone who chickens out..." Another grin.
Belinda blushed, looking down.
"Fine... Can we at least do it... Privately?" she asked, timid.
"Well, then I get an extra." Juliette said after a pause.
"What sort of extra?"
"No panties!"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"But..."
"Or we can do it here in front of everyone, I don't mind!" Juliette said, her hand firmly planted on her wide hips.
Belinda looked around again. She was wearing a short skirt, a little crop top... Why had she chosen to wear stockings underneath it tonight? Sure, there was a chance that she would get in bed with Tom, but still, it was turning out to be a bad decision. Then again, so was taking that stupid bet. Bad decisions were her specialty lately, it seemed. She looked up at Juliette, who was preparing to make a scene and alert everyone.
"Fine, fine! Let us go to the bedroom..."
With a wide smile, Juliette took Belinda's hand and let her guide her upstairs. Juliette, if she was honest with herself, had had her eyes on sweet little Belinda for a while. She was exactly the type of girl she liked, a little shy, but with a wilder side underneath the bookish veneer. Well, that and her cute round ass, of course. They got to the bedroom, and she closed the door behind them.
Giggling slightly, Juliette pulled the chair from under the desk and sat on it. Belinda was looking at the floor, a finger to her lips.
"Well?" asked Juliette.
"Well what?"
"I can't see any panties on that floor..."
Biting her lips, Belinda slid her hands under her skirt, and slowly pulled her panties all the way down her long legs. She hooped it over her heels and held it in her hand, unsure of what to do with them. Juliette whistled.
"Nice! The boys downstairs would have liked that!"
Belinda said nothing. She bit her lip.
"You coming?"
Belinda nodded and came to rest over Juliette's lap, throwing the panties on the bed. She was shaking slightly. Juliette didn't wait a minute to pull her skirt up, revealing that ass that she'd been eyeing all semester. The garters framing it made it all the cuter. She purred.
"It won't be that bad, you'll see!"
"Easy for you to say!"
Juliette laughed, and her hand fell on Belinda's bottom with a sharp *SMACK!* The poor girl moaned a little cry, and the hand fell down again. She clenched her buttocks, vainly trying to soften the blows that kept coming and coming. Juliette peppered her round ass with slaps, randomly hitting right, left and center. Belinda kicked her legs, trying to escape, but the other girl was holding her firmly.
The slaps got harder, they got faster. It hurt. It burned. *Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* Juliette's hand was relentless.
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| "Au! AU!!! Mein arme Popo... Oh... I was pretty sure that working as a maid with such a wage will be a dream job... Au! Oh... And now here I am... Boohoo!!!" |
“Tut, tut, tut,” Katia said, leaning a shoulder against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, one foot resting on its toes as she crossed her legs as well. Shaven hair on one side, tattooed arms, always in jeans and revendicative tee-shirts, the tall, slender girl was the resident rebel of the high school’s seniors.
The one she was tutting at, a blond, toned yet curvy girl in her tight long-sleeved numbered shirt, was one of the cheerleaders. Her name was Belinda, and she nervously looked up at Katia.
“What do you want?” she barked, one arm behind her back.
“That’s a filthy habit, you know?” the punkette answered with a nudge of her head towards the cheerleader. She smiled.
“Wh… what is?” she said, unable to control her blushing.
“What you’re hiding behind your back… You know?”
“What do you care,” she said, defiant, as she brought her hand to the fore, still holding a half-smoked cigarette.
“I don’t,” Katia said with a smile, “but the Principal might. You know the rules, don’t you? He wouldn’t be pleased…”
Their school, or rather, their private institute was indeed famous for its strict, some said antiquated rules. Corporal punishments were still frequent, administered in public on Friday afternoons in front of the whole school in congress. Katia herself was well aware of it, having been on that stand more times than she cared for, her panties pulled down to her knees, her bottom paddled mercilessly by the principal in front of her mocking classmates. Where it not for the riches of her parents, she would have been expelled a long time ago.
“Since when do you care about the rules?” Belinda said with a sneer, “Are you not an anarchist or something?” The disdain was evident in her eyes. She laughed and lit her cigarette back.
Katia got off the wall and walked towards her, grabbing the smoking stub out of the blonde’s mouth.
“What is your problem!?” Belinda yelled, her hands grabbing for it, “Let me be you dumb bitch…”
“Oh I’m the dumb bitch, huh?” the tall girl said, holding the cigarette away from her counterpart. “Fine, I’ll just go see what the Principal has to say about it…”
“Stop it! He would not believe you anyway!” Belinda said, enraged, “And I will tell him you were the one smoking!”
“Oh yeah…” Katia held the cigarette butt before her, “not with all that red lipstick on it, honey…” She grinned.
“You…” Belinda started, “What do you want?”
“I’m pretty sure the punishment for smoking is at least thirty swats with the paddle… I think it’s been a while since one of you pom-poms were punished, hasn’t it?”
Belinda kept silent, glaring at her.
“Think of all the guys just dying to see that…”
Belinda tightened her jaw. “Again, what do you want?” she muttered.
“Well,” Katia said with a wide smile, “If you let me spank you here and now, I will spare you the public humiliation… I know what it’s like, and you wouldn’t like it…”
The cheerleader frowned, “That is a joke, right?”
“Nope. Either I spank you right now or you can take your chances with the principal…”
Belinda looked down at the floor, nervously playing with her hair as she pondered the dilemma. She knew the school’s staff was uncompromising on smoking. One of her classmates had had to bring a cushion to class for a few days just two weeks earlier, and had been mocked mercilessly by some other pupils. As a cheerleader, she would be a prime target for teasing and humiliation.
On the other hand… She wasn’t about to let some… Wannabe rebel spank her! No, she wouldn’t.
“Tic-toc, princess,” Katia said mockingly.
“I… What proof do I have that you will not go to the Principal anyway?”
“You don’t have any, but I’ll give it back to you as soon as I’m done with your butt, no pun intended…” she answered;
Belinda rolled her eyes. “How do I know you are not lying?”
“You don’t, you’ll have to trust me!”
The cheerleader fell silent again and Katia held up her right hand.
“You might think that I don’t respect anything but my word is sacred,” she said, suddenly very serious.
Belinda fixed the floor, blushing. She chewed her lip, hesitating, thinking. “All right,” she murmured, finally.
“What was that?”
“I said all right!” the young blonde said, her anger flaring up again, “Do what you must, you… pervert… and be done with it!” She couldn’t believe what she was about to let that… that… that stupid bitch do to her, but she knew it couldn’t possibly hurt as bad as the paddle, and she would do practically anything to spare herself the public humiliation and the stain on her perfect record. What’s more, smoking could eventually cost her her place on the team, as cheerleaders were to be paragons of the school’s alumni. The Principal could very well decide that her smoking was giving too bad an example to her fellow students.
Mortified, she followed Katia to a flight of stairs on which the punkette sat down, and she came to lie across her knees. She was angry, angry at Katia for taking advantage of the situation, angry at the school for its stupid rules, angry at her parents for putting her in it and signing off on corporal punishment. It dawned on her that that was probably what Katia felt like on a daily basis. Then, ultimately, she was angry at herself for being so stupid, for smoking, and for having gotten caught. She was lost in her anger when the first slap came, snapping her out of it. She howled.
Katia didn’t give her a chance to say a thing and hammered her victim’s bottom with large, powerful slaps, already enjoying the bounce and jiggle of that firm, round bottom. She spanked left and right, never relenting, building up the heat in Belinda’s behind right away, giving her no rest in between hard spanks.
The cheerleader was restless, turning and squirming over her lap, trying to escape the slaps as they rained down on her cheeks. Her cries of pain were quickly turning into pitiful mewling, her anger gone and replaced with pain, shame and fear. It returned quickly when Katia declared “Take your shorts down.”
That was a bridge too far, and she started yelling at her, calling her all the expletives she knew, promising vengeance. Katia silenced her with a series of hard, wrathful slaps.
“You agreed to my terms,” she warned, “You’re getting punished as I see fit, or you won’t get the cigarette back.”
“That is blackmail!” Belinda said, tears starting to roll off her cheeks.
“Yup,” Katia grinned, “Now take off your shorts.”
Anger deforming her beautiful face, Belinda got up and pulled her pair of jean shorts all the way to her knees, stomping her feet, her face nearly as red as her already well punished bottom. She got back over Katia’s lap, trembling.
“I hate you…” she said between her gritted teeth.
“Believe me, I’m doing you a favour,” she answered.
Belinda scoffed and stayed silent.
“Now, what did you call me a minute ago?” Katia said with a menacing grin, and as Belinda’s eyes opened in fear, the rain of spanks started anew, her light, white panties little barrier against the punkette’s fury. She slapped, and spanked, and whacked, and smacked, punishing blow after punishing blow, turning the cheerleader’s bottom a cherry red in mere minutes. Grabbing her knickers, she pulled them down swiftly, ignoring any protestation. A proper spanking was on the bare, everyone knew that.
Katia was jubilating, ecstatic. She had always dreamed of bringing one of the haughty cheerleaders down a peg, and now she was fulfilling two fantasies in one. As the heat spread to the blonde’s bottom and thighs, so it did between her own legs, bringing her pangs of frustration when she couldn’t pleasure herself right there, right then. She caught a glimpse of the cheerleader’s intimacy. It was glistening. She felt a sudden rise of desire and bit her lip. That delicious, bouncy, red, round bottom…
She kept spanking it with abandon, her hand burning with pain, her arm tiring with the constant effort. Belinda was crying, bawling, pleading until at last she stopped. With a final hard slap she announced “Done!” and let the sobbing cheerleader get up, rubbing her bottom.
Katia took the half-smoked cigarette and offered it to her.
“There, I’ll keep my word.” Belinda snatched it and threw it to the ground, flattening it with the sole of her Converse shoe. She pulled her shorts back up with a wince, she large, swollen bottom struggling to fit, much to the delight of her onlooking tormentor. She sat down on the stairs with a grimace of pain and wrapped her arms around her knees. Katia laid back a little.
“I hate you,” the cheerleader said matter-of-factly, her head resting on her knees, tears still wet on her face.
“I know,” Katia answered with a shrug. She looked down, softly rubbing her thighs together, sending waves of guilty pleasure up her core. There was a long silence.
She was standing in front of his desk, twisting her hands behind her back, looking down, red in the face. She dared not speak. He took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I needed these sent two days ago, Belinda,” he said, grabbing a handful of papers and raising them up for her to see.
“Oh these…” she said in a tiny, trembling voice. She grabbed the edge of her tight skirt and nervously played with the fabric.
“Yes, these,” he snapped, slamming them back on the desk. “Now we might lose that contract! You told me everything was ready to go!” He looked up at the young mid-twenties girl in her short skirt and tight, smart jacket
“I…” she hesitated, then murmured, “I could not… I could not find them anymore and…”
“And you didn’t think to… ask?” He pinched the bridge of his nose again. “How long have you been working here, Belinda?”
“A… A year, Herr… I…”
“A year.” He paused, leaving her to guess his intentions, “And in these twelve months, how many times have I needed to correct your mistakes?”
“I… A few times, Herr…” she said, head bowed, blushing even more.
“So, why do you keep doing the same mistakes over and over again?”
“I do not know, Herr,” she said, tears filling her eyes, “I am trying… Please, do not fire me…”
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “I’m not going to fire you,” he said calmly, “but I can’t let this pass with no consequence. Do you understand that?
Belinda nodded pitifully, “Yes, sir, I understand…” Her hands were still behind her back, and with her head bowed she looked the picture of a scolded schoolgirl before a stern teacher.
He got up, putting the tip of his fingers on the desk, and declared: “I am going to spank you, right now, over my knees, Belinda. And that is what will happen every time you make a mistake in this office.”
She gasped, covering her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise and fear.
“A… A sp… A spanking?” she stuttered, “But Herr… You… You can not…”
“I’m being absolutely serious, Belinda,” he interrupted, “I won’t be so lenient anymore. I need things done properly in this office, and I need to be able to rely on you.”
“But Herr…” she pleaded, “I… I will be more careful, I… I will do my best… Just… Please, you ca not spank me like some… Little… brat or something…” She felt like she had never blushed so hard in her life. The mere idea got her on the verge of tears, and she nervously bit her lip, looking at the pile of papers on the desk.
He gently, yet firmly took her arm and directed her towards his chair, without a word. In a daze, she didn’t find any to say either, and she followed, mesmerized. he sat down, keeping silent, and gestured for her to lie across his lap.
“Herr… Please…” she tried… But he would have none of it. He raised a finger and pointed at her.
“You will take the punishment you know you deserve, Belinda, I’m sick and tired of your mistakes. I’ve been way too lenient with you and you know it.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks and it was all she could do not to completely break out in tears. She shyly, submissively nodded her head and went down and over his lap, her round bottom slightly raised for him to punish as he saw fit.
He patted it a few times and she screwed up her eyes, expecting the first slap any moment. She didn’t have to wait long.
*SMACK!*
The first blow came, and she cried out in pain. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaau!! Herr…”
“No, Belinda,” he said calmly, “We are going all the way with this.” And as he said, so he did, his hand raising and falling in a slowly increasing rhythm, harder and harder, dishing out more and more pain to her poor behind. She couldn’t help but cry out with every slap, half cries, half moans that made her even more ashamed of her situation. Still the slaps came, long series over one cheek, then the other. Pain, burning pain was all that she could feel now. Tears were freely flowing.
When the skirt came up, revealing her lacy stockings and garter-belt, she didn’t even think to protest, nor did she say a word when her panties found themselves half-way down across her thighs. Completely subservient, she took her punishment as she had been told she should, without a word of protest.
That didn’t stop him pouring spank after hard spank over her buttocks, reddening them more and more as he went. As in all things, he was thorough, not leaving a single square centimeter of white flesh on her large bottom. She was sobbing, her legs kicking as the slaps came down over and over, and over again.
*SMACK!* the first slap fell and Belinda cried out as her eyes watered instantly. *SMACK!* another, just as hard ; she clenched her teeth, moaning painfully as the next ten fell in a quick succession over her tight jeans. Way too tight, she thought as she lay across her teacher’s lap.
Belinda had always been tall, and even now in college she was among the tallest in her class. That had gotten her some attention over the years but never had she regretted more than that morning as she was taking her final in a crowded room and thought herself safe from the eyes of her teachers.
She had thought she would get away with a little help sheet, just a few formulae to help her out. She had thought she wouldn’t be noticed. She had thought she would get away with it. She had thought wrong, of course.
As she was giving her work back, her teacher had taken Belinda aside and informed her he would be failing her, and that she could try her luck again the next year. Her head bowed, blushing, tears in her eyes, she had begged quietly, tried to explain herself, promised she would do anything, but it was all to no avail.
Belinda had decided to wait in the corridor until all the other students had gone, and had gone back inside to try her luck on last time. Her teacher and the other two that were helping him that day stared at her when she entered the room and walked to them. She couldn’t have been more ashamed — or so she thought at the time.
*SMACK!* the slaps continued to rain down on her plump bottom, pain and heat building up rapidly as her teacher scolded her for daring to cheat, having the nerve to ask for leniency, her skimpy outfit, everything. She cried more out of shame than out of pain, the thought of disappointing him even worse than simply failing her class.
He got her jeans down with a quick pull and instantly resumed her punishment, her little light-pink thong offering no protection at all. The two other teachers still hadn’t left the room, and were going to great lengths to go in every row and check that no student had forgotten a pen or an article of clothing, or anything really. She could feel their gaze on her long plump legs, her red, burning bottom. And still the spanking went on, harsh and unforgiving.
Her thong went down and so did the tears on her face, abundant now, as he continued berating her and slamming his hairbrush on her already crimson behind. She couldn’t even understand what he was saying anymore, the pain overwhelming all her other senses. She moaned, loudly, she cried, she begged. Spank after hard spank rained down on her plump cheeks in a continuous shower, leaving not a single spot unblemished. It seemed to her it went on forever until, at last, he stopped.
He got her up from over his knees and pointed to the desk.
“I’ll give you one hour to retake the exam,” he said, and she nodded, sniffling and trying to wipe the tears off her cheeks. She didn’t dare rubbing her bottom for fear he would take her over his lap again.
“However,” he continued, “you will take it standing at that desk, with your jeans and your…” he shook his head, “…thong down.”
She blushed. “But Herr…”
“I’m not done!” he cut her, and got up, taking his belt of with metallic click, “You will be getting sixty strokes of the belt, one for every minute I give you.”
Belinda felt a shiver go up her spine and her hand flew to her bottom. “I…”
“Last chance, Miss Krüger. You can walk away and fail your exam, it’s all the same to me.”
Head bowed, she walked over to the desk. He got a fresh paper out of his briefcase and put it down before her. She assumed the position: bent over the desk, a pen in her hand and her throbbing bottom up. She could barely see the paper through the tears.
Her teacher got behind her, his belt held in a loop in his hand. He raised his arm high.
“Your test begins… Now!”
“S… Stop…” Belinda panted, her face red with exhaustion. She bent over, putting her hands on her knees, and tried to calm her breathing.
The other woman turned around and came to her, still jogging. “What, now?”
“I… I just can not go on!” she said, still catching her breath.
“Are you kidding? It hasn’t been half a mile yet!” the other woman frowned.
Belinda kept looking down, biting her lips, tears forming already.
“No…” she said timidly, “I just can not… I am not fit at all, you know that.”
“Yes, I know, that’s why you hired me, Belinda,” the personal trainer said, “I explained to you how we would proceed, yes?”
“Ja…”
“You want to fit in your leather pants, correct?”
“Yes… I do…”
“How much longer do you have?”
“F-Five weeks,” she stuttered.
“Five weeks,” the trainer repeated, “Do you think you’ll reach your goal in five weeks if you abandon after 600 yards?”
“But I can not breathe! I am exhausted already… I have tried, right? I will do better tomorrow.. I am just a little tired, it is early and...”
“I don’t want to hear it,” the other woman snapped, and Belinda was silenced immediately, “Again, we agreed on how things would go, Belinda.”
She used her name as if she were admonishing a misbehaving little girl, and she felt shameful at the idea. She straightened up, her breathing a little calmer now. The blush on her round cheeks hadn’t receded, quite the contrary.
The trainer spoke again, “I guarantee you will fit in those pants in five weeks, but for that to happen, we’ll have to do things my way.” She pointed at a nearby bench. “Come with me.”
“Nien!” Belinda protested, “You are not really going to spank me…”
“You agreed to it, didn’t you?”
“No… I mean, yes but…”
“But what, Belinda?”
“I…”
“Do you want to fit in those pants or not?”
“Yes… of course I do…”
The woman took her by the arm and started to walk towards the bench, Belinda in tow.
“Please… It is… it is right on the road… I… We can do it back home, okay?”
“Oh no, young lady” — there was that condescending tone again — “We’re not done running, we’re continuing right after I’m done here.” Her tone brooked no arguing.
Her eyes full of tears, Belinda followed, shamefully. “Please… Somewhere out of the way… Bitte…”
Rolling her eyes, the trainer got them through a little bush and into a little clearing. It would hardly shield the noise, but at least they were out of view. There weren’t many people jogging at this hour, and even then, the lesson would all the more fruitful if someone happened to discover them.
Belinda was sniffling, unable to contain the tears. The mere thought of her, a grown woman, being spanked over someone’s lap… It made her shiver. What an idiot she had been, what kind of trainer threatened to spank her trainees? Why had she accepted that at all? And yet…
The stern woman sat on a low branch, still holding Belinda by the arm. She unceremoniously pulled the curvy young woman over her lap and started spanking her round, bouncy bottom over her tracksuits. The sound disturbed a couple of birds that flew away in a flutter. She kept on slamming her hand on Belinda’s bottom, faster, harder, drawing out little cries of pain and shame.
Not daring to speak up, the young woman tried to keep her lips sealed. The noise was bad enough, her bottom was burning already. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She finally let out a sigh of relief when the trainer stopped spanking her.
“I..” she started, then felt the woman’s hand on the belt of the trousers, grabbing them and pulling them down. “Nein nein nein nein nein…!” she pleaded in a tearful voice, “Do not! Please! I will run! I will do everything you tell me to do; I…”
Her white, unflattering panties came down next, and she felt the cool morning air on her bottom and thighs. She broke down in sobs as the slaps rained down again, harder than before, on her sit spots, down her thighs, covering her large behind in red handprints. She begged with every breath, biting her lips, sniffling, crying.
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| Belinda was spending her vacation in Great Britain. After she visited Tower of London and Buckingham Palace, she thought, that she had enough of cities and architecture and wants to see English nature. So the German decided to visit Scotland. Of course Belinda had heard about a mysterious creature, called Nessie or Loch Ness Monster, so she thought, that she had a perfect opportunity to see it. She also was pretty sure, that following a regular tourist routes won't help her to find the Monster. So the German hired a guide to visit the most wild places around the lake. The guide, a dashing Scotsman named Jethro McRay, knew local woods really good. He was pretty sure, that naive tourist from the Continent won't find anything, but midges and impassable thicket, but he decided, that he may make some easy money, so he agreed. |
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| Belinda and her guide were wandering around the forest for a hours, walking near the waterside. As McRay expected, they found nothing but midges. Nessie didn't appeared even after Belinda lost all her temper. She was furious. She payed McRay good money, so she expected some result, but all she got was weariness. "Hey, Herr Futility! You promised me to get me to the Monster! So, where is it?!" Belinda asked not for the first time. And not for a second. Actually, McRay wasn't sure, how many times she asked that, every time calling him quite obnoxiously. But he was sure, he had enough of her whims. "Well, Miss Monsterhuntress, I promised ya to guide ya through the forest and show you such a places, where tourist never set foot. And I told ya that I don't think that Nessie will show herself to a snotty girl from the Continent! But I had enough of your yammer! Ya surely need a lesson of respect!" After these words McRay took a switch and made Belinda bend over. He easily pulled down her camouflage hotpants and panties and in spite of her protests applied a switch to her milky-white plump buttocks. Belinda screamed and bawled in pain, but she was too afraid, that McRay will just leave her in the middle of nowhere, so she didn't try to struggle for real and only cursed and jumped in place, wagging her quickly covering with a sore stripes bottom in pain. |
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| When Belinda's bottom became sore and swollen from the switching, McRay finally stopped. "You have ten minutes to pull yourself together!" he said in stern voice "I go back to town and ya'd better go with me, till ya want to stay here to night!" he gave her a slap, making poor girl howl in pain, and walked away. Belinda wept and sobbed, rubbing her sore bottom and dancing the brat war dance. After a few minutes she finally pulled herself together and, sniffing and sobbing, hardly pulled her shorts up. "What an asshole!" she said, rubbing her bottom and listening the water swashes "But maybe he was right? Maybe this stupid monster even does not exist... AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo!!!!" Belinda felt a sharp pain in her buttock and heard a fabric ripping. She turned around and saw it. A dinosaur-like creature was sticking out from a water. A long thin neck and a small oblong head with a wide mouth full of sharp teeth. It was her! It was Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster! |
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| "Mein Gott! Das ist unmöglich! Du bist... AUTSCH!!!!" Belinda screamed when Nessie bitten her again, ruining her shorts completely. The Loch Ness Monster then opened her terrific maw and roared so terrible, that Belinda just ran away like a lamplighter, forgetting about almost anything. She saw Loch Ness Monster, but she didn't took any pictures. The only evidence of this meeting were bite marks over her sore buttocks. |
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| "HOOOWWWLLL!!!! Not again!!! OOOWWW!!!! Why the hell do you buy this damned "salutary" water with silver ions at all?! HOOOWWWLL!!!!" "Just because without it even my lash doesn't make you understand! And I want to make it finally clear - you're not allowed to hunt and eat people around my castle! First I drink their blood, and only next you can eat the corpses! And this is the only way it should be!" |
