Belinda's Birthday Spanking

Time passed, and Belinda got used to studying in America - and keeping out of trouble, though Jessica never managed to do that. She still regularly visited the Principal's office, while Belinda, very carefully and conservatively dressed, often babysat for him and his wife. Still, Belinda wound up staring at the Principal's desk one more time, and oddly enough, she almost thought the experience was worth it. It all started when Jessica and Belinda were discussing their love interests with their friends in the school cafeteria at lunchtime. 

"Tell 'em your boyfriend's name back in Germany, Belinda," encouraged Jessica. Belinda gave her a puzzled look, because Jessica knew full well what her sweetheart's name was; he wrote her regularly and she wrote him back, and Jessica had to have seen all the envelopes Belinda had saved. "Why, Jessica," she answered, "you should know my boyfriend's name is Helmut. Why do you put it like that?"

The entire table erupted in laughter. "HELMET!" Jessica brayed louder than anybody. "Belinda's dating a HELMET! What kind of helmet is he, Belinda, a football helmet, a motorcycle helmet, or a soldier's helmet?"

Belinda missed Helmut terribly, and hearing him ridiculed in this fashion was just too much to take. Her face flushed with anger and she snapped back, "Oh, you see fit to make fun of my boyfriend's name, do you! Well, let me tell you something! My Helmut has both good looks and brains, and that's more than I can say for that--that--that ARSCHLOCH, that--grrr!--that SCHEISSDRECK, that you're dating!" 

"I don't know what an arse-lock or a shise-drack is, girl," Jessica bristled, "but they don't sound respectful! Take 'em back!" 

"Never!" fumed Belinda, clenching her fists and rising to her feet.

To make a long story short, that was the start of a big scratching, punching, hair-pulling cat-fight right in the middle of the school cafeteria, and it ended up with both girls back in the Principal's office, bent over his desk and getting five extremely hard paddle swats apiece, through thin skirts. Belinda was so angry at Jessica, though, that she didn't notice how hard the paddling was until after it was over. After he was done with their discipline the Principal made them shake hands with each other and apologize. Jessica sobbed her apology to Belinda and actually gave her a brief hug. "I'm sorry, Belinda," she bleated, "Helmut must be a really nice guy for you to defend him like that! Oh, God, my poor rear end! It feels like it's been dunked in a deep-fryer! This one wasn't even fun!"

"Helmut is a great guy," Belinda agreed, blinking back tears and biting her lower lip as she tried to rub the white-hot fire from her butt. "And I would defend him any time! I'm sorry I cussed your boyfriend in German! But still...this paddling was worth...every...single...spank..." With that, she broke down in tears and sobs and hugged Jessica back. 

"Couple of cold sodas in the restroom?" sniffled Jessica quietly as Belinda hugged her.

"Sure thing! And let's hurry! Ouchhh!" whispered Belinda back. They were friends again. 

The experience may actually have made Belinda feel closer to Jessica. As the spring semester lengthened, they began to jog together in the early mornings, and Jessica made jokes about how muscular their rear ends were getting. But things were still not quite perfect. Belinda's birthday was approaching, and for some reason Helmut had not written her in two or three weeks--not even a birthday card, let alone a present. Maybe he's found somebody new and forgotten me, Belinda thought sadly. And after I fought for his name, too! 

But for Belinda's birthday, Jessica's parents reserved the town's swimming pool for a late-evening party, and Belinda and Jessica invited all their friends. There was a big birthday cake and snacks for all the partygoers after the swimming was over, and Belinda had a great time playing water-volleyball and other games with her friends. But as she finished up her last volleyball serve, she wiped the water from her face and peered into the crowd near the food table. There was somebody there, not in swimming trunks but in a neat suit, that she hadn't invited, but--but--no! It couldn't be! It was HELMUT! 

"HELMUT!" Belinda cried, climbing out of the pool and throwing her arms around his neck. "How...when...?"

Helmut returned her vigorous hug and added a brief but affectionate kiss. "I'm on holiday this week, so I hopped onto Lufthansa and flew over to see you and celebrate your birthday! Your friend Jessica secretly arranged all this with me so it would be a surprise for you! That's why I hadn't written in a few weeks." 

Now Belinda hugged Jessica again. "You trickster! Thank you so much! This makes up for...well...you know..." Both girls giggled. 

"Have some birthday cake, Helmut!" encouraged Jessica. "But first, we must observe an old birthday tradition in the South! Are you ready to help us?" 

Helmut looked puzzled. "What kind of birthday tradition?" he asked.

"Why, Belinda's birthday spanking, of course! She gets one spank for every year of her age, plus one more to grow on!" replied Jessica with a laugh. "Are you going to do the honors, Helmut?" All Belinda's friends applauded--even her parents! 

"JESSICA!" Belinda hissed, her eyes widening. "Surely you must be making that up! You...actually do BIRTHDAY spankings in America?"

"Yes, indeed," laughed Jessica, "and Helmut: if you don't spank her hard, she'll think you don't like her! The harder the spanks, the more affection you feel for her!" 

"Jessica, NEIN! NEIN!" whispered Belinda desperately, casting a worried glance at Helmut--who appeared disturbingly interested in this whole birthday spanking idea. That smile on his face was just a bit too big! 

"Oh, no, dear," answered Jessica with another laugh, "It'll be nineTEEN, counting your one spank to grow on! Come on, Helmut, here's a folding chair! Make Belinda's birthday memorable!" All the other partiers formed a circle around the chair, and everyone was grinning broadly. 

"Jessica! I can't do this! In front of everybody!" hissed Belinda. Jessica just winked at her and said loudly, "Oh, Helmut? Let me tell you about the time she defended your name..."

"NEIN!" gasped Belinda, grabbing Jessica's arm.

"No, Belinda, nineTEEN, like I said," Jessica laughed back. 

Belinda glared at Jessica but tried to put a good appearance on things. She hugged Jessica as if in gratitude, but whispered in her ear, "Jessica! Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Now you've got it!" Jessica whispered back. "Now take your birthday spanking like the nice mannerly German young lady that you are, or I'll tell Helmut about alllll your trips to the office staring at the Principal's desk!" Belinda gasped. Jessica turned to address Helmut again. "Now, Helmut: sit in the chair, please, and Belinda will lie across your lap to receive her nineteen spanks. And remember: hard, so she'll know you like her! She's missed you so much!" 

Helmut nodded, sitting down and offering his hand to Belinda, who was blushing bright red to the very roots of her hair. "I suppose we should honor the customs of the country, my dear?" he asked her with a smile. Her head was swimming at the very idea of submitting to a spanking from her boyfriend, and in front of a crowd no less, was...wow. She draped herself over his lap, letting her wet hair fall about her face to hide her embarrassment. 

It only took one spank for Belinda to realize how much more intensely the sensation could feel when one was wearing only a thin, soaking-wet bathing suit. "OH!" she squealed, wriggling and trying to look over her shoulder...Helmut's big, well-proportioned hand was coming down again...SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The crowd around her laughed and counted the spanks, louder as Helmut gave her backside, now reddening almost as deeply as her face, more swats...."Ten...eleven...twelve...thirteen..."

Belinda's butt was on fire! She couldn't help wriggling and squealing as the spanking intensified...but it was almost over now...her poor butt was flaming...

"Now the one to grow on, Helmut!" Jessica yelled. "Make it count!"

"Okay," replied Helmut mildly, and raised his hand extra high...looking over her shoulder, Jessica gasped...

SMACKKKKKKKKKKKK!

"YEOWWWW!" Belinda howled as her hands finally flew to her derriere. She wriggled off Helmut's lap and stood hopping from foot to foot as the crowd all laughed and hugged her. These Americans, she thought as her butt burned. Making a spanking a friendly and romantic gesture!

Helmut embraced her. "I've missed you so!" he murmured in her ear. 

"From that spanking, you must have missed me a LOT!" retorted Belinda, hugging him with one arm and trying to rub her sizzling butt with her other hand. "Where's the ice chest? Can you help me get to it?"

Helmut grinned, not understanding, but took Belinda's hand and led her to the chest. As everyone cheered and clapped, she opened the lid and sat down directly in the crushed ice and cans of soda, a shamefaced grin on her blushing countenance. "Have some cake, everybody! Thank you!" she finally encouraged them all when she found her voice. 

Helmut squatted down beside Belinda as she tried to wriggle her butt down into the crushed ice. He took her hand in his again. "You know," he observed, "these American customs are so interesting! A birthday spanking! Do you think we should make it a regular practice for your birthday, my dear?"

Belinda's eyes widened. Oh, God, she said silently to herself as she shook her head sadly, and only 364 days to go... just my luck..