Foreign Exchange Welcoming

"Look closely, Tina!"

SWISH!!! CRACK!!!

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

"Look closely, what this swishy stinging rattan cane made of these lazy German's buttocks!"

SWISH!!! CRACK!!!

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

"And remember - if you'll behave poorly, you'll find yourself in Belinda's place!"

"Gasp!"

SWISH!!! CRACK!!!

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AU!!! I am sorry! AU!!!"

Consequences

 

Watch Your Mouth!

"So, mademoiselle Krüger, what did you say about my figure?"

"Au! Au! Mein arme Popo! Nothing, Frau Dumas! Au!"

"You'd better watch your mouth, or I'll give your naughty allemande fesse such a fessée, that you won't be able to sit down for a month!"

 

Unwelcome Guest

"So, Miss Krüger, even if my daughter words wasn't all the truth about your behavior, I'm sure you deserve this caning just for giving her a reason to tell me such a things about you!"

Full Moon

"Maybe I am looking like a wild beast, but I am an intelligent creature, so, I think, I will just spank you instead of biting!"

Tips

"OUCH!!! How dare you, German slut?! OUCH!!!"

"Well, my dear British lady, all you need to do, was to give me some tips! And after all these insults, I suppose, I need to teach you a good manners!"

"OUCH!!! Screw you! OUCH!!!"

Last Chance

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

"So, mademoiselle Krüger, this is how I estimate you working performance! It's just awful! First I thought to sack you and sent you back to Germany, but I decided to give you the last chance! And you'd better not to waste it!"

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

 

Blackmail

 

Preventive Measure

"WHERE IS SHE?" Cindy roared as she entered the communal area of her college dorm, "Where is that fat German slut?"

Her friend, Abi, came to her, puzzled. "Cind,' she said, 'what are you talking about?"

"The German brat!" yelled Cindy, "That girl that joined at the start of the year!"

"You mean Belinda?", asked Abi.

"Yes! That kraut slut!"

"Hum, I think she's in the study ro..."

Cindy was already running towards the room. She all but kicked the door and stared at Belinda, who had nearly jumped out of her chair, her book falling down to the floor.

"There you are!" said Cindy, triumphally. She planted her hands on her hips.

"J-ja? Here I am? W-why?" said the plump German student.

Cindy crossed her arms. "You fat slut, you know why!"

Belinda looked more puzzled than ever. "W-what? How am I a... a s-slut?" she mumbled.

"Well it's obvious! With your big tits always showing and your fat ass always wagging, I've seen how you strut around! I bet you've been giving all the boys BJs in the toilets as well. That's it, isn't it? Is that your big fantasy? Coming abroad and fucking as many men as you can?"

"Was? Nein! No! I never did any of this!" said the German, blushing hard.

"Yes you did! There's no way Brad would go to the Dance with you otherwise!"

"I... I... He just asked me if I wanted to go with him, und-and... I said I would, that is it!"

"Well Brad is not going to go with you, you disgusting pervert!" yelled Cindy, "He's gonna go with me." She closed the study-room's door and continued, 'And I'm gonna show you how we deal with German sluts around here...'

Rounding on Belinda, she grabbed her hair and forced her up. The exchange student yelped and Cindy took her place down on the chair, then pulled harder on her victim's hair and forced her to lie over her knees.

"Nein! What are you doing?!" cried Belinda, finding herself very vulnerable all of a sudden, her bottom up in the air over the crazy blond girl's lap. She had seen her lot of hazing and mean pranks since arriving from her homeland but that seemed entirely different.

Cindy's hand fell down on her rump with a loud noise that made Belinda jump. A split second later, she registered the pain and whimpered. "Nein! No!" Cindy didn't let up, and spank after hard spank fell down on the German's bottom, making them bounce and burn even through the jeans she was wearing. All the while, Cindy was scolding her, yelling invectives and accusing her of a whole spectrum of inappropriate acts. Tears welled up in Belinda's eyes, and rolled down her cheeks as she tried to explain that she had never, would never do such things. Her English, ordinarily virtually flawless, was unravelling, and she found herself using more and more German as she sobbed.

After what felt like an eternity, Cindy forced her up again and grabbed Belinda's jeans and started to undo the button. Stunned, Susanna barely resisted, rubbing her bottom and sniffling hard. "Bitte... Please, C-Cindy... Please... I... You can go mit Brad, I do not mind. Es... Es tut mir leid... I am sorry..."

Cindy sneered, "Least you can do is speak English, you stupid cow!"

"I'm sorry!" cried Belinda, feeling Cindy pulling her trousers and panties down to her mid-thighs. She didn't even know what as happening anymore. All she knew is that her ass was on fire, and that she wanted to be back home, were people weren't crazy. Cindy pulled her hair again and she found herself on the blond girl's lap once more, her bottom naked and throbbing with pain.

The slaps came as she knew they would, hard, fast, utterly humiliating. She couldn't stop the tears, she could barely articulate little "Neins" in between all the sobs and sniffles. Thankfully, Cindy had stopped yelling, instead focusing on inflicting as much pain as possible to her victim, it seemed.

After a few more interminable minutes, the door of the study room opened, and she heard a gasp. Looking up, she saw one of the other girls — Abi, she thought — a horrified look on her face.
"Cindy, what the fuck?" the other girl said, "Stop it!"

"It's all that brat deserves," Cindy said with a merciless grin, and she slapped Belinda's ample bottom once more, making it wobble while the girl cried out.

"Stop it! You're gonna get in trouble!" Abi pleaded.

"She won't say anything, will you, Slut-inda?"

"N-no, Frau..." the German girl managed between sobs.

"See?" Cindy said, still grinning.

"Come on..." Abi said.

Rolling her eyes, Cindy pushed Susanna off her lap and left with her friend, leaving the German girl sobbing on the floor and rubbing her burning hot bottom. They were all crazy, she decided, all of them. Should she tell Brad? The tall, muscular boy had seemed really nice, but it might have been a prank as well. She was lost. Truly, there was no place like home.

Serana and Aela

"OW!!! Stop this! You... HOWL!!!"

"You'd better watch your mouth, or I'll give this fat naughty ass of yours not just a spanking, but a good lashing!"

Livonna Is Tamed

 

Bess Gets the Whip

 

In Charge

"AU!!! AU!!! But Hélène... AU!!! I am even older then you! AUA!!!"

"Maybe you are older, Belinda. But you're living in our house, so you should follow our rules! And you should be grateful, that I decided to punish you myself, instead of telling everything to my mother. She'll belt your German ass good, if she'll know!"

Honor Student

 

Trap

 

Lockdown

Belinda whistled as she came down the stairs. She was in a good mood, and was ready to go out with her friends, global pandemic be damned. She jumped over a pile of random boxes and glanced at the kitchen sink as she passed it in the corridor. It was full — had been for a week, really. But who cared? Sure, there was an ecosystem developing in there, but wasn't like she was getting visitors, and doing the washing-up was boring anyway.

She slipped-on a pair of trainers and was about to open the door when somebody knocked. She jumped. As far as she knew, she wasn't expecting any delivery. Startled, she hesitantly unlocked and opened the door. In the corridor stood her landlord, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Ah, Belinda, there you are!" he said, "I've been trying to reach you for weeks!"

"Hum, err, I..." she mumbled, blushing. Yes, there was that little issue of the rent not having been paid for the last two months; that had totally slipped her mind.

"Can I come in?" he said, his tone making it clear the question was purely rhetorical. She moved away from the door to let him in.

He looked around and raised a concerned eyebrow gazing at the absolute mess, the old pizza boxes, the dirty socks, the empty bottles, and more besides. Belinda was looking down at the floor, twisting her hands together as her cheeks burned with shame.

"I..." she started, not finding anything more to say. The German, normally so bubbly, couldn't see a way to justify how she had let herself go so badly. Blame it on COVID, she thought, half-heartedly. She knew it wasn't that. She was a procrastinating slob at the moment, and she could only blame herself for it.

Her landlord, Mr Dawson, seemed at a loss for words just as much as she was. He was slowly shaking his head in disbelief and making his way towards the kitchen. Panic settled in Belinda's gut and she blurted out, "Wh-what can I do for you, Herr?"

He turned around, his hands on his hips. "Well, I came to check you were all right, since you weren't answering your phone, or emails, or texts..."

"Hum... Yes... I was, err, I have been very busy you see and..."

"I can see that..." he said, looking around in dismay. She nodded nervously and looked down, her blushing showing no sign of going away. He continued, "Mostly, we need to talk about your unpaid rent..."

She looked up, shyly, then down again. "I know, I'm sorry..." she mumbled.

"I know things are tough at the moment, Belinda," he started, then pointed at all the delivery food packages strewn around, "But I'm not sure you have your priorities straight..."

"No Herr..." she whispered.

"What was that?"

"No Herr," she said again, louder.

"Do you think this how you should keep your flat?" he continued, gesturing at their surroundings.

"No Herr..."

"And about the rent?"

"I will pay it, Herr..." she said, her head still bowed.

"In full and on time?"

"Y-yes, Herr..."

"All right, I'll give you until the end of the week..."

"Thank you, H..."

"I'm not finished!" Mr Dawson interrupted, "I will be back on Sunday to check that you've cleaned this mess, and for the rent. And before I go, I'm going to give you a taste of the consequences, should either not be done by then."

"Con-consequences, Herr?" she said, looking up at him worriedly.

He cleaned an old Domino's box off a chair. "You are going to come over my lap, and I'm going to spank your bare bottom, young lady."

Young lady? She thought. He was not a decade older than she was. Wait, that wasn't even the point, she corrected herself. A spanking? What was he talking about?

"I... I do not think you can do that..." she said, looking away.

"No? Don't you think you deserve one? Look at this place! It was just re-done when you came in. I remember your mother telling me how you were a very neat and ordered student..."

"Ja..."

"Do you want her to know about this mess you've done?"

"No! Please..."

"And I can only guess at how your university work is going..."

She said nothing. Tears were welling in her eyes. She was a mess, she knew it. She missed home, she missed rules, she missed being held accountable. Yet... a spanking?! Like a misbehaving brat?...

He sat down on the chair, waiting for the cogs to stop turning in her head. Finally, she bowed her head and shuffled her way to him, walking around a mouldy curry tupperware and what looked like the rest of some Chinese. He pointed at her jeans. "Pull them down"

"Please, Herr..."

"Pull. Them. Down." he said, unmoved by the tears of shame that already had started rolling down her cheeks. She bit her lip and undid her belt buckle, then pushed her tight jeans down, revealing a tiny pair of white panties. He was gracious enough not to comment further and indicated her over with a shove of his head. She approached, closed her eyes, and went to lay across his lap. She felt his firm hand holding her side and she shuffled slightly, trying to find some comfortable position despite the shame and humiliation. Her comfort, however, was the least of Mr Dawson's concerns, and he made that very clear when the first of many heavy slaps landed on her perky, offered bottom.

"Auuuu!" she yelled out in pain and surprise. Sure, she'd been spanked before, but he was clearly not going easy on her. Each slap made her wince in pain and kick her legs. After a dozen slaps, she was already crying openly. "Please! Herr! Herr Dawson!" she cried, trying to wiggle her way off his lap. He held her in place, unwavering. Clearly, he had done that before. "That's enough! Auuu! I will clean up! Bitte!" Relentless, the slaps came, hard and fast, a staccato of pain on her rump.

"STOP!" she yelled and tried to protect her burning cheeks with her hand. He paused. For a moment, she thought he had listened, and that her nightmare was over. she lowered her shoulders and sniffled. "Let me go, Herr... I.." Then his hand grabbed the elastic band of her panties, and she panicked.

 "Nein! Neineineineinein! Bitte!"

"I told you I was going to spank your bare bottom." he said, matter-of-factly.

"No, please! I will clean! I will pay the rent on time! I will do anything you want!"

With one pull, her panties were down to her mid-thighs and her bottom bared for him to admire and punish as he willed. She clenched her buttocks, foolishly hoping to hide her intimacy and to make what she knew was coming hurt less. With the first slap, she knew it wouldn't work.

The thin fabric of her panties hadn't protected her much, she knew, and maybe it was all psychological, but the flesh-on-flesh slaps felt ten times worse. Maybe it was that her bottom was already burning, maybe it was the sheer humiliation of having her ass bared for a man — pretty much a stranger — to see. She wailed with every merciless slap, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop them. Through her tears, she looked at the mess around her, and knew that it was what she needed. "I will change" she thought with every stroke of Mr Dawson's large hand, "I will change, I will change, I will change, I will change..."

Finally, after an eternity of pain and tears, she found herself standing in the corner, her hands over her head, her burning cheeks on display. Her phone on the coffee table was counting down 45 minutes, and even though she knew that Mr Dawson had left, she dared not move away from the corner. The mantra kept repeating in her head, "I will change, I will change, I will change, I will change..."

She would make him proud on Sunday. Her burning bottom was a dire reminder of the consequences if she didn't. But mostly, she knew that she would make herself proud.

Pretty but too Hot

"AUTSCH!!! Cindy, stop this! AUTSCH!!!"

"No way, Belinda! Do you really think, you can wag this naughty German butt of your in front of my boyfriend without any consequences?!"

"AUTSCH!!! This is not my... AUTSCH!!! ...fault, that he finds... AUTSCH!!! ...my bottom prettier than yours! AUTSCH!!! Hey! That was too hurt! AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!!"

First and Last Warning

"AUA!!!"

"Well, Miss Krüger, as I said, I prefer, when my housekeepers are became familiar with my ways of discipline right at their first day in my home!"

"AUA!!! AUA!!! AUA!!!"

"So, since I hired you as an au pair, I want you to remember: you will receive all your punishments over your bare bottom and with a belt or paddle!"

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

 

Beer Debate

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

"Oh? Good day, paní Grunžinovová! What's going on?"

"Good day, pán Stehno! This German tourist had said, that the Best beer in the whole world is German beer, so I thought I need to give her a lesson!"

"For sure paní! Give her more one dozen from me!"

"With a great pleasure, pán!"

"Nein! AUTSCH!!!"

Company Mole

 

"Au! Au! Mein arme Popo! I am sorry... Au!"

"Miss Krüger, if I find you searching through my bureau ever again, I'll not just blast this naughty German ass of yours, but also kick you out from my company literally! But this time I'll give you a chance. And you'd better to think, what a kind of disinformation you'll sent to your second employer!"

Nettle Soup

"AUTSCH!!!!"

"Well, mademoiselle Krüger, I'm very appreciate for your application to saving my budget. But you know what? It's just awful to eating only nettle soup for a whole damned month! I really hope, you're not offended, but this is the only way to show you, that I'm fed to the teeth with these goddamned nettles!"

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

Foolish Argument

 

Pacificator

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!! Bitte, stop! AUA!!!"

"No, Miss! When you started your party, I warned you, that I won't tolerate any noisy drunk tourists in my night watch! Especially, drunk and noisy German tourist, dressed like a slut!"

What a Shame!

"I think, our little talk will follow till five o'clock, Miss Krüger! Your disparagement to the traditions of the Good Old Britain is just inadmissible! What a shame I don't have any of our traditional canes, which are using in the Best in whole world British high schools!"

A Real German Quality

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

"Nothing personal, mademoiselle! All I want is to check the vaunted quality of a German teflon!"

"AUSTCH!!!"

True Truth

"It was she, I tell you! She stole all the chickens! Just look at this fat gray ass! I hope, you'll allow me to wallop her good!"

Cactus Butt

"AU!!! Sonya, be careful! AUTSCH!!!"

"I'm trying my Best, Belinda!"

"AUA!!! Mein Popo!"

"What a selfish girl you are! Don't you feel sorry for a poor little cactus you ruined with your butt?"

"AUTSCH!!! Very funny! AUTSCH!!!"

"Hold still, Cactus Butt!"

"AUA!!!"

 

After the Game

 

Thoughts

"Oh oh oh... Mein Gott! Mein arme Popo! Au! Au! Are all the Englishmen spanking their tenants for overdue rent, or is that just my bad luck? Boohoo!!!"