Belinda Comes out of the Closet

Rita Garcia, thought she heard her hall closet door closing when she entered her apartment. Approaching the closet cautiously, holding the baseball bat she always kept by the front door, in her right hand, she threw the closet door open. To find a young girl hiding in there. The blue-eyed girl was wearing tight blue jeans and a even tighter long sleeved t-shirt, cut low in the front, revealing the deep valley between her snowy white breasts. She had long blonde hair. The girl introduced herself, speaking with a thick German accent, “Guten Morgen, my name is Belinda.”
Rita, waving her bat in the air, shouted, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOSET, BITCH?”
The pretty blonde replied, “I am not a bitch. I’m German. I thought this was the door to your bathroom.”  
“It’s not”, Rita snarled angrily, “How did your get into my apartment. And why are you here?”
“I am …. how you say in Englisch? This apartment building’s new superintendent. I am here to fix your pipes.”, Belinda lied. Belinda thought she was an expert at lying. In fact, she was horrible at it. Lying was why she was due to get another spanking in just a few hours. Last month Carol, the girl who shared her dorm room with her, had returned home late from a fraternity party to find Belinda, sleeping on her stomach, her bottom resembling two overripe tomatoes. When Carol asked Belinda what had happened to her, she was too embarrassed to tell her she had been paddled by a mall security officer for shoplifting, so she lied, and told her, her history professor, Dr. Manning, had told her she was failing his class, but if she would allow him to spank her, he would give her a passing grade.
That lie had spread like wildfire all across the campus. When Dr. Manning finally heard it, that lie became a reality. He had ordered Belinda to join him in his office, where he threatened to have her expelled and returned to Germany if she didn’t return to his office, once a week, before his class for the rest of the semester, where she would be caned, or paddled or strapped with a belt, or .. well, she never knew what punishment he had in store for her, she only knew she would spend the next hour and a half in his class, feeling like she was sitting on a red hot griddle.
Rita knew she was lying now, too. “There’s nothing wrong with my pipes” she told the German brat.
“NEIN? Then I must be in the wrong apartment. Auf Wiedersehen.”, Belinda said as she hurried towards the door.
Noticing for the first time as Belinda rushed past her, the locket, hanging from a golden chain between Belinda’s breasts, Rita stopped her, shouting, “WAIT A MINUTE, that’s MY locket!”
Belinda froze. Fear rising within her. She had been caught stealing many times in the past, with her bottom always paying the price for her thievery. And she was due across Dr. Manning’s lap in just three hours. Could she lie her way out of this predicament?
Thinking fast, Belinda replied, “YOUR necklace. NEIN. My husband gave me this locket. For my birthday.”
Snatching the necklace from Belinda’s neck, Rita showed her the inscription engraved on the back of it, “To Rita From Maria. Love Always.”  
“Oh, you are right then. I … have a necklace just like that one. I … wore mine to work today. And lost it .. here .. in your apartment. When I saw that one, I thought it was mine. I am so sorry. If you find mine, can you send it to me? Danke. I must return to work now.”, Belinda said, inching towards the door, before Rita took her by the hand, and said, “Please don’t go, yet. I have something I want to show you. In my bedroom.”
“Oh, you want to make love to Belinda, yes? I can not blame you. I was voted the most beautiful woman in Berlin last year.  I have made love to many American women. I am what you call a lesbian.” Belinda never told the truth, if she saw a chance to lie instead. She had never been in bed with an American woman before. But the idea intrigued her. It sounded wicked and devilish to her. She loved being naughty.
“Oh, you’re a lesbian? But I thought you just told you were married. To a man?”, Rita said, smiling sexily at Belinda.
DAMN IT! Belinda had forgotten she had told that lie, “ Yes, but he left me … when he caught me in bed with an American woman.”   
“Oh, OK, I’m sorry to hear that.” Rita said, as she led Belinda into her bedroom by her hand. “Here, you undress first. And then I’ll show you MY surprise.”
Belinda felt butterflies dancing in her stomach. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this. But if was better than being arrested. Or spanked. Especially since she was going to be spanked again later tonight. By a man who was an expert at setting a girl’s ass on fire. Belinda stripped slowly, with her back to Rita. Sitting on the bed, Rita watched her closely. Belinda’s big bottom was as white as snow, except for a single pale pink stripe, located where her full bottom curved into her chubby thighs. That was the last fading welt from the six strokes of a cane given to her by Dr Manning the week before.
Turning towards Rita, Belinda said, “Is Belinda not beautiful? Now where is my surprise?”  
Expecting to see Rita undress, she was shocked to see her reach into a drawer of her nightstand and pull out a huge right-angled…
PADDLE! Belinda had heard the song of the paddle played many times on her backside. That concert always left her bottom black and blue. And she still had a appointment with Dr Manning tonight. Belinda knew she needed to escape this trap as quickly as possible. “ This … this is wrong. I am married. To a man. Ja, he left me, but I still love him. I must go.”  
Rita grabbed Belinda by the wrist, telling her firmly, “ The ONLY place you’re going, you little thief, is across my lap.”

Once the wiggling blonde was secured, Rita raised her paddle high above her head telling the trembling German, “I caught you red handed trying to steal my locket. But when you leave this apartment, my pretty little fraulien, that won’t be the only part of you that’s red. Very, very red.”
Twenty minutes later Rita escorted the bawling brat out of her apartment. Belinda was furiously rubbing the seat of her tight jeans, which now felt two sizes too tight, complaining that her ”popo” was on fire. For the first time that day, Rita believed her. her paddle had blistered every inch of Belinda’s plump posterior. Giving Belinda one final hard swat with her heavy paddle, Rita told Belinda, “Bye, Bratty. I hope you enjoyed your visit here today. I sure did.”
Turning to go back into her apartment, Rita saw Angela, her next door neighbor was standing in the hallway. Rita asked the ravishing redhead how long she had been standing there.
“For about ten minutes, “ Angela explained, “I was in my apartment when I heard what sounded like someone being murdered. When I came out here to investigate, it sounded like … you were … spanking someone. Did you just spank that girl?”
“I sure did.” Rita said, with a big smile. “ I caught her in my apartment, trying to rob me. Don’t you think she deserved a spanking for that?”
Angela had to agree with that, that thief may had broken into her apartment next. “Yes. Yes, I do. It sounded like you spanked her really REALLY hard.”
“As hard as I could. With this.” Rita said showing Angela her paddle, “I hope that’ll teach her a lesson, and she’ll be too afraid to ever try to rob anybody else. Well, I worked up quite a sweat spanking that blonde bitch. I better take a shower now.”