The WAH! WAH! Watusi

   Josie and The Pussycats were backstage, preparing for that night’s show. Josie was brushing her hair with a heavy ebony hairbrush, a gift from her grandmother, when she noticed Valeria was standing behind her, looking troubled.

   “What’s the matter, Val? Are you worried about the new song we’re playing tonight? I’m sure the kids will love it.”

   “No, it’s not that ….” Valeria said, her big brown eyes filled with sadness, “I’ve been debating whether or not to tell you this … last night, when you were asleep on the tour bus, I overheard Alexandra whispering to Alan. She told him, if he dropped by her hotel room tonight, after the show, she would show him things you would never dream of doing.” 

   THAT DAMN WITCH!” Josie shouted angrily, throwing her hairbrush against the wall. Watching the hairbrush clatter to the floor, gave Josie a wicked idea.

    Smiling devilishly, Josie said, “Girls, can you do me a favor? After the show tonight, I would like for you to ….”

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   When the concert was over, Valerie and Melody forced a confused Alexandra into their dressing room, followed by Alexandra’s cat, Sebastian. Melody then locked the door, while Valeria led Alexandra over to Josie, who was sitting on a couch, with her hairbrush in her hand. Once Valeria had forced Alexandra across the redhead’s lap, Josie flipped Alexandra’s miniskirt up and skimmed down her undies, baring her bottom.

   “What are you doing? Are you crazy bitches tripping out?”, Alexandra protested.

    “I warned you, Alex, if you kept flirting with my boyfriend I would beat your ass. THIS is to prove to you I wasn’t lying.” Josie said, just before she began to spank Alexandra’s ample ass with her hand. Josie’s tiny hand stung like a bee, quickly turning Alexandra’s bottom as pink as bubblegum and she was begging for mercy, “I’m sorry, Josie. I’ll NEVER flirt with Alan again. Please stop now, I’ve learned my lesson.”

   “Stop now? That was just the opening act. THIS is the main event!” Josie said, picking up her deadly looking hairbrush and crashing it down as hard as she could on Alexandra’s hot bottom. Josie’s hand had stung, but her hairbrush burnt like a fiery blast from a blowtorch. After just a dozen swats, the bawling brunette’s rear was ruby red, with tiny blisters popping up like bubbles floating on a sea of red hot lava. Josie rested her hand on the well punished girl’s derrière, and was shocked by how hot it actually was, sizzling like bacon in a frying pan. But Josie wasn’t done yet.

    “Prepare yourself, bitch, it’s time for the grand finale.” Josie said, grinning wickedly, before firing a final volley of extra-hard smacks into Alexandra’s sit-spots and upper tights, ensuring Alexandra wouldn’t be able to sit down for the rest of the tour.

   When Josie was finally satisfied, she released Alexandra. Crying uncontrollably, Alexandra began to prance about the room like a circus pony, howling in pain, her mascara running like black tears down her cheeks, She desperately wanted to rub her crimson butt cheeks, but her searing rear was so, so sore, even a gentle caress was painful, so she settled on fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, hoping to create a cooling breeze. 

   Watching Alexandra’s gyrations, the trio of Pussycats began to laugh uproariously.  “Look, girls, Alex just created a groovy new dance.” Melody giggled, “We should write a song to go along with it. We could call it …. The WAH! WAH! Watusi.”

Forest Discipline

"OWIEE!!!! OW!!!! I am sorry! OWIEEE!!!"

"If you'll ever scare any tourist in this forest ever again, this would be a picnic in comparison!"

"OWIEE!!! My poor bottom! OWIEEE!!!!"

Idle Farmhand

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

"So, Krüger, do you see now, what happens to lazy workers on my farm?"

"AUTSCH!!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!!"

Tears Won't Help You!

"AUA!!! AU!!! That hurts! AUA!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Crying won't help you, Belinda! How many times should I remind you, that the money we are saving for the rent are for the rent and not for your silly dresses?!"

"AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUA!!!"

No ticket!

There is no "I" in Team

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

"Stop squirming, Krüger! There is no 'I' in team!"

"AUA!!!"

Betty and Wilma

Curious to find out what their husbands, Barney and Fred, did at their lodge meetings, Betty and Wilma, disguised as men, sneaked into The Water Buffalo Lodge. Unfortunately for the unlucky duo, that was the night The Water Buffaloes hazed the newest potential members. Believing Betty and Wilma are men, hoping to join the lodge, the two women are paddled by ALL of the lodge members, including their own husbands.
After that excruciatingly painful paddling, Betty and Wilma ran out of the lodge and returned home, where they quickly changed out of their disguises. Redressing they were shocked to see their blistered bottoms were as red as lava, and just as hot. With purplish bruises beginning to form in the centers of their swollen butt cheeks, assuring sitting down would be nearly impossible for days to come.

Might and Magic

"Witchcraft, magic, enchantment, wizardry... Rubbish! There's nothing better than a good axe! Or a strong fist, I tell ya!" Zurin, a dwarfish warrior said, smiling widely, putting his hands on his hips.

 "Only a fool will underestimate the pure power of the brilliant mind!" Elenwen, an elven sorceress, stopped before him.

"Do you want a bet, witch?" the dwarf laughed. "I will defeat you with my bare hands!"

"Challenge accepted!" Elenwen said proudly. "And now you will..." she started casting a spell, but Zurin just pulled her by her golden hair and put over his lap, baring her cute bottom. The elvish woman struggled "How dare you! I will... OW!!!" she screamed in pain loudly, when her opponent's mighty hand heavily landed over her round buttocks.

"See? Your magic can't help you if you won't have a time to cast it!" Zurin laughed, continuing spanking poor Elenwen. She protested, she screamed, but the pain from the spanks was interrupting her every time she tried to cast any spell to save herself from this reprisal.

Finally Zurin stopped the spanking and pushed crying Elenwen from his lap.

"I hope you learned your lesson, witch!" he said and walked away.

Elenwen furiously rubbed her sore behind.

"Oh, you haven't seen the last of me, dork!" she said before casting a spell, which made the pain in her well spanked buttocks much easy. "I'll show you, what can a pure magic do!" and she followed the dwarf.

"Hey, Zurin! Turn around!" she shouted.

"What's the matter, witch? Do you want another spanking?" he asked, not looking at her.

"No. It is you, who wants a spanking!" Elenwen said, casting a spell. Zurin turned around.

"Can you give me a proper spanking, my mistress?" he asked politely, unbuckling his belt. His face looked shocked, but he couldn't do anything to stop himself.

"Bend over my knee, naughty dwarf!" Elenwen laughed, taking the belt from her opponent's hands. "I'll show you, why you shouldn't insulting women and sorcerers!" she commanded, casting another spell, to allow her opponent to speak, what he really thinks.

Elenwen was pretty sure, that Zurin will squirm and cry over her knee just right she did, when he spanked her. And she really made the dwarf kicking in pain, but instead of begging, he started cursing her wich such a words, that she quickly lost her temper.

"Shut up!" Elenwen finally shouted, casting a spell, but she was so angry, that instead of just making her opponent speechless, she accidentally turned him from a man to a woman."Wow! I knew, that the magic can be powerful, but I never thought it can be this powerful!" the sorceress said.

"What had you done, dirty elven bitch?!" the dwarf shouted in panic. "Turn me back to normal!"

"What did you said?!" Elenwen asked in furious voice. "Back to normal? To normal? How dare you?! Did you just call all the women abnormal?! Oh, you will regret this!" and she continued belting the dwafish woman, but now with much more force, making her screaming and squirming. "You know what? I will leave you like this. Maybe this will teach you a proper lesson in respect of a women and a mind powers!" she grinned, not wanting to admit, that she just had no idea, how to make poor Zurin back a man.

Night of the Werewolves

"HOOOWL!!!!"

A wolfish howling was heard around the castle for miles away. It was full with anger, pain and desperation. An attentive listener could hear through it a swishing and twacking sounds and a females laugh, which surely sounded quite evil.

Pauline, a young looking pale skinned beauty with raven hair, laughed and clapped her hands, looking at all the furiously squirming and struggling of Vivian, a young she-werewolf, who was desperately howling and weeping, being tightly tied to a birching horse. Her whole body was covered with bushy grey fur, now very messy, but her buttocks and upper thighs were thoroughly shaved and now completely covered with very sore and painful welts. Vivian turned away from Pauline to not see her gleeful gaze and met her tearful eyes with her another torturer - Lestat, a tall well-build vampire with short blonde hair. He grinned at her and raised a bunch of birches again. Vivian wept bitterly. How could she being so foolish? Why did she ever made this night prowl all alone so close to Pauline's demesne? She even didn't trespass vampire's territory, but pale skinned bloodsuckers caught her without any warning and dragged here - into the dungeon. She tried to struggle, but they were five against one, so she ended being tight tightly...

Another stroke of the birches landed over Vivian's already very sore bottom.

"HOOOWL!!!! Why are doing this?! AWOOOO!!!!" Poor she-werewolf bawled in agony.

Pauline smirked.

"Should I, a vampire princess have a reason for beating the daylight out from a mindless beast like you?" she smiled widely, showing her needle-like fangs and nodded to Lestat. "Continue, my servant! We have the whole night and many more birches ahead! Let's call it a musical night!"

"With the great pleasure, your majesty!" he nodded and brought another burning stroke over Vivian's already completely striped buttocks, making her howl in agony.

Pauline's smile became even wider. She wanted to watch someone getting a harsh whipping for a very long time. And the Best part was that she could say herself, that this torture for a living being was not just to satisfy her darkest sadistic desire. No. This was a message and not just to local werewolves, but for all children of the night. Pretty clear and simple message - bend before her, the vampire princess of these lands, or prepare to pay for your recalcitrancy! The vampiress licked her lips, watching, how the she-werewolf screams and squirms kicking and biting air now after each stinging birching stroke landing over her bright red buttocks. This surely was wonderful sight! First she even thought to birch the she-werewolf herself, but being a princess, a nobility she couldn't got her hands dirty even by such an amusing job. But even watching Lestat's beautiful work was a great satisfaction. And she surely had no wish him to stop.

When Vivian went hoarse from all her howling and bawling and was pretty sure, that she'll pass away from the pain, her torture suddenly finally stopped. Pauline came closer to her broken victim and touched her by the chin.

"Now listen to me closely, futile beast!" she looked closely into Vivan's tearful eyes. "Return to your pack and tell all the dirty mutts in my forest, that now you all are belong to me! Her majesty Pauline Drax! Do you understand me, doggie?" she chuckled.

Poor Vivian only nodded, weeping bitterly. The vampiress smirked. "No, no, no! Repeat, beast! Or maybe you want some more birching?" She laughed.

"No! Please, your majesty, no more!" poor wolf-girl pleaded "I will tell my pack, that we all now are your property..." she whimpered.

"Good!" Pauline turned to Lestat. "Throw this futile animal out from my castle, my servant!" she turned away and leaved the dungeon. Lestat laughed and untied poor Vivian before dragging her out and literally kicking away from the castle.

Limping and howling out loud, Vivian ran away from the castle. She was terrible humiliated and suffered from insufferable pain. But she also was too scared to stop even for a minute or two to sit down in snow and cool her terrible sore bottom off. She could only made a snowball and rolling it up and down, back and forth over her equally red, equally flaming buttocks all the way through the forest. She was almost feeling, how the snowball was melting from the heat from her terrible sore bottom. Vivan howled in unbearable pain all her way to her pack.

When poor Vivian finally arrived to her pack's lair, all the werewolves already were know, that something awful happened to her. The pack leader, flame furred werewolf-woman named Stirba, went out to meet her.

"Vivian, what happened?" she asked, but the answer was too obvious. Stirba frowned. "Who had done this to you? My poor wolfess!" she hugged Vivian, who was still whimpering bitterly. Weeping and moaning, laying on her belly with a big snow clod on her badly burning buttocks, while her packmates gathered around, the whipped werewolf-girl told them everything. How she was caught by vampires, how they tortured and humiliated her, and all what their leader, Pauline Drax wanted her to tell. When she finished her gloomy story, her cheeks were blushing so bright, that it could be seen even through her fur. Stirba growled in pure anger.

"So, that bloodsucking bitch really thinks, that she is that superior over all of us?!" she shouted "And she dares to torture one of us just like this, being sure, that she will get away with this?! No way! She will pay for this insult to our pack! To our kind! My dear wolves, this night we will have our revenge!"

The whole pack growled and howled in acclamation. They surely just couldn't let that vampiress get her away with what she had done. So they started the preparations. First Marsha, dark grey furred werewolf-girl with a bushy mane of raven hair, and Serafine, pale grey furred werewolf-girl, stole a jar full of Holy water from the nearest church, while their packmates were cutting switches. Then they put the switches in Holy water to soak them right, making an ultimate birches to punish the haughty vampiress.

And while the birches were soaking, the werewolves attacked the castle. Pauline's undead servants flee away in fear, running for their unnatural lives, while the proud vampire princess was caught in her bedroom, where she tried to hide under her coffin.

The angry werewolves tore Pauline's luxurious dress and cloak apart, while they were dragging her out from her castle and bringing deep into their forest. Vampire princess protested, threatened that just after she will be released, she will return and bring all the werewolves pack to heel, and finally just begged for mercy, but all was useless. The werewolves tied her to the old oak and brought the birches.

"Do you really think, we will bow before you, bloodsucking bitch?" Stirba asked, angrily looking in Pauline's eyes.

"Ugh! You would not dare to speak to me like this, if my useless minions weren't this coward!" Pauline shouted. "You are nothing more than wild forest animals! You have no honour! You have no right do this to me! I am nobility! I am princess! Let me go, and I will spare you all for this time!"

"Is this your last word?" Stirba asked, riding the bunch of birches.

"Hey, don't do this! This is not necessary! I... I apologies! This all was just a silly mistake! Please, let me go! And I... I will give you this forest!" Pauline begged.

"This forest is already ours. And it was ours for generations! Girls, let's show this undead bitch her proper place!" Strirba nodded to her packmates and brought the first stroke upon Pauline's pale bottom. Proud vampire princess screamed out loud like a peasant girl, when birches soaked in Holy water landed heavily over her vulnerable bottom. Leader of the werewolves pack herself and her faithful companions birched undead bitch as merciless as she tormented one of them some hours before. Soaked in Holy Water birches literally burned undead behind, making vampiress scream so loud, that them were heard all over the whole forest, making all the creatures of the night and other supernatural beings laughing.

Pauline bawled in pain, begged and pleaded, but the werewolves finished the punishment only after all the birches were broken on her now terrible sore and almost literally burned buttocks, and she swore on her un-life, that she and her minions would never even come close to the forest edge. Only after that the werewolves finally untied the vampiress and leaved her alone in the depths of a forest.

It was almost dawn, when poor Pauline finally found the way out to her castle. Right before the first sunbeam appeared over horizon, she closed the door behind her, still weeping from the terrible pain. Next few days she was sleeping on her belly in her coffin with opened lid to make sure, that nothing will touch her burning bottom, which never was this sore. Even when she was alive.

The Ruler

       Belinda, a pretty pixie-faced blonde from Germany, currently working as a substitute teacher in Texas, walked into Principal Rachael Ferguson’s office and saw her friend, Molly Mulligan, the high school’s office manager, standing by the file cabinets.
        Belinda smiled at the redhead and handed her some papers, telling her, “Hello, Molly, here’s my monthly work report. I know it’s late, but I had a talk with Rachael yesterday and she told me I had until this morning to turn it in.”
        Glaring at Belinda, anger seething in her sea green eyes, Molly snatched the report out of the German girl’s hand, “Rachael just had …. “a little talk” with me, too! She told me yesterday, you told her you turned your monthly report into the office on time, but it must had been lost or misfiled. THAT’S why she gave you more time to turn it in AGAIN. After you left the office, Rachael told me if I didn’t find that report, when I got to work this morning, she would … would …well, you can see what she just did!” Molly spun around and raised her skirt, and lowered her panties, so Belinda could see her ass was raspberry red, covered with a series of even darker stripes.
         “OH NO! You got SPANKED because of me? I’m so sorry, Molly.” Belinda said feeling horrible, “I never meant to get you into trouble. When Rachael asked me about that report, I had forgotten all about it, but I knew she would paddle me if I told her that, I got so nervous, I …. lied and told her I had turned it in on time. Hoping she would give me more time to complete it. I was up all night working on that damn thing!”
         “Belinda, I’m the office manager here. IF a report gets lost or misfiled, that’s MY responsibility. Thanks to your lies, my ass is on FIRE!”, Molly pouted, rubbing her red hot hiney, “I should drag you by your ear into Rachael’s office and tell her you lied to her yesterday. I would love to watch you getting your big bottom blistered right now.”
         “Please don’t do that, Molly”, Belinda pleaded, “ She would be so mad about me lying to her, she wouldn’t just paddle me, she may even fire me.”
         “You do deserve a good hard spanking, Belinda, but … I would hate myself if I was responsible for you losing your job.” Molly said.
         “Thank you, Molly, thank you,” Belinda said smiling, “And you’re right, I do deserve a spanking, for getting you into trouble with Rachael. I feel terrible about that. Maybe … do you want to give me a spanking? Just like the one you just got. After work today?”
          Molly’s green eyes lit up, “Give you a SPANKING? Are you serious about that, you naughty brat? Just like the one Rachael just gave me? A bare bottomed spanking across her lap followed by twelve swats with this little monster?” Molly held up a wooden ruler from her desk, “I have to warn you, this little sucker stings like a bee.”
          Belinda’s big blue eyes grew even bigger, “That sounds horrible! But, yeah, if that’s what you got because of MY lies, that’s what I deserve.”
         Molly sneered devilishly. “It’s a deal, then, Rachael is leaving early today, so when school is out meet me back here. I’ll even spank you sitting in the same chair Rachael spanked me in. IF I can sit down by then. “
         Belinda never expected Molly to take her up on her offer, and was a little nervous about how excited Molly was to blister her butt, but she knew she deserved whatever Molly had planned for her.
          The German girl left the office, feeling like she had just signed her own death certificate.

   Belinda and Molly was in Principal Rachael Ferguson’s office, watching the last of the school’s employees leaving on the school’s monitors. “I think that’s everybody,” Molly said, smiling sinisterly, “Are you ready for your spanking, Belinda?” Belinda raised the back of the sexy redhead’s short skirt to examine her war wounds. While her ass wasn’t as red as it was that morning, it was badly bruised, and looked extremely sore. “No, no I’m not,” Belinda said, biting her bottom lip, “But I know I deserve one.”

   “Then follow me, you German brat”, Molly said pulling out the same chair Rachael was sitting in when she had spanked her. Sitting down, Molly squealed and quickly leaped back up, rubbing her injured “pride”. That caused Belinda to giggle until Molly shot her a stern look, her green eyes icy. “Do you think that’s funny? I bet you won’t be laughing when you’re trying to sit down after I’m through with you! I’m going to go get my cushion out of my office. You can go ahead and take your pants down. I’ll be back in a minute.” 

    Returning with her cushion and her wooden ruler, Molly sat down gingerly and pointed at her lap, saying, “Come here, you naughty thing.” Belinda, with her bottom now bare, slid nervously across Molly’s lap.

       Molly’s tiny hand looked like a doll’s hand resting on the blonde’s big snowy white bottom. She knew it would take a while to light up both of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, but she was in no hurry. This was going to be fun.

       At first, Molly’s spanks felt like a gentle caress to Belinda, but then the redhead began to rain her hand down harder and harder, faster and faster, until she had started a thousand tiny fires all across her quickly reddening rear. Flames that swiftly began to merge together, until  the white hot heat engulfed the German girl’s entire bottom, raising boiling, bubbling blisters. Belinda was surprised her ass wasn’t setting off the school’s fire alarm.

      Then, Belinda felt the wooden ruler crack like thunder across her already raw, roasting rear. Each sizzling swat of that wicked wooden terror felt like Molly was adding kindling to the raging, roaring fire she had just built. Hotter and hotter until the heat became almost unbearable. 

     Finally, she heard Molly say, “OK, that was number twelve. You can get up now.” Belinda leaped off of Molly’s lap, 

   Molly smiled proudly, watching Belinda hopping up and down like she was riding an invisible pogo stick, her long blonde braids swinging to and fro, shouting “HOT! HOT! HOT!” over and over, her hands plastered to her plump posterior. But Molly’s smile began to fade when she saw Belinda was crying uncontrollably. And some of the welts left by her ruler were already beginning to turn purple. She never meant to spank Belinda that hard, to really hurt her. She had planned on turning her tushy as pink as cotton candy, stinging, sure, but only sore for a few hours. But once she got the wiggling woman across her lap, hearing her groan and squeal, feeling the heat rise like steam from her ample ass cheeks as she turned them redder and redder … she lost control. 

      Belinda looked at Molly mournfully, tears running down her pretty cheeks, and asked her, “Are we … are we friends again now?”

    Molly began to cry herself, hugging Belinda close, “I wasn’t ever not your friend, Silly. And I apologize if I spanked you too hard. I guess I got a little carried away. But you did say you wanted a spanking EXACTLY like the one Rachael gave me this morning. Because of you. But we’re even now.”

     Belinda smiled at Molly, with tears in her eyes. “ I said you could spank me, but I never dreamed you were going to tear my ass up THIS bad! I won’t be able to sit down again for a week! And I’m not sure if we’re really even, either. Rachael spanked you so you spanked me. But when do I get to spank you?” 

    The two girls laughed about that, and then Molly handed Belinda an ice pack from her mini-fridge and a cushion for her to sit on her during her painful ride back to her apartment.

      Back at her own apartment, lying across her bed on her stomach, with an ice pack on her aching ass, to help to take down the swelling, Molly couldn’t stop thinking about what Belinda had said. Molly considered Principal Ferguson as her mentor, almost like a mother figure, her disciplinarian, she felt like she deserved every spanking she had ever gotten from her. But … laying across Belinda’s lap, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling, as her hand slowly raised a fire as hot as hellfire all across her bare bottom. Hearing Belinda laugh at her squeals of pain. Listening to the buxom blonde giggle as she watched her attempting to sit down after she had just blistered her bottom … why did that idea seem so … intriguing to Molly?

Naughty Little Kartoffel

Happy Birthday to Me!

Well, the title speaks to itself, I guess ;)

The Consequences

Painful Tips

"AU!!! But Herr, it this really this necessary? AUA!!! Can you not just leave your complaint in complaint book? AUA!!! AU!!!"

"This is absolutely necessary, clumsy fool! Do you have any idea, what had you done to me?! You did not just ruined my dress! You humiliated me in front of all of the crowd here! And now I want you to get humiliated even more!"

"And I am more than willing to oblige, my dear!"

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

More Bad Luck

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! I promise, that will not happen again! AUTSCH!!!"

"Yes. I'm sure, that won't. At least, until your fat clumsy ass will be too sore for your stupid brain to forget, what is waiting for you, if that will happen again!"

"AUTSCH!!!"

The Mummy

     At a archeology dig, just outside of Cairo, Egypt, Professor Greyhare is standing proudly in front of his students. “Tomorrow is the big day, kids, once Dean Foster arrives, we’re going to unseal the entrance to this unknown pharaoh’s tomb. We’ll probably be the first people to set foot in there since 3100 BC. What will we find? Untold riches? Maybe. Invaluable artifacts? I hope so. Let’s all return to our tents, and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow may just be the most exciting day of all of our lives.”

    In her tent, Belinda Kruger, a pretty blue-eyed blonde from Germany was too excited to sleep. Excited but also disappointed. After busting her ass all Summer long, under the blistering hot Egyptian sun, it didn’t seem fair to her, that anything of value found in the pharaoh’s tomb, would belong to the Egyptian government, or would be shipped off to the museum Professor Greyhare belonged to. What would she get for all of her hard labor? A passing grade in her archeology class? When with just one tiny handful of jewels from the pharaoh’s tomb, she could live like a queen for the rest of her life. Belinda slipped out of her tent, keeping to the shadows, and headed towards the pyramid.

    In the morning, once Dean Foster arrived, the archeology expedition headed excitedly to the pharaoh’s tomb. Finding the tomb had been unsealed, the explorers entered the tomb cautiously, and was shocked to find Belinda standing in the corner of the tomb, by the pharaoh’s sarcophagus, bound and gagged with gauze. Her bottom bare, and as red as strawberry wine. Wrote on the wall above her head, written in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs were the words, “This blue-eyed Devil is a thief.”

A Fight

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!! Put me on the ground! AUTSCH!!! This is unfair! AUA!!!"

"I don't care, what do you thinking! While it gives me the upper hand, I find it fair enough! And you are not in the right position to argue with me anyway!"

Revision

*Sniff...* "Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! Ugh! A verbal reminder would be more than enough! Autsch! I'd better to hurry, if I don't want that French bitch give me another one 'reminder'... Ugh! Au!"

How to Tame a Hellcat

   Belinda Krüger, a pretty nineteen year old blonde from Germany, had traveled to Falconberg, a small town in the English countryside, to visit her childhood  friend, Megan McGraw. Belinda was surprised by Megan’s change in appearance, she had dyed her hair neon green and was wearing a leather jacket with the words THE HELLCATS printed across the back. She was with two girls her same age, also wearing similar jackets. When Belinda asked her friend if she had started a punk rock band, she laughed and said, “A band? A band of outlaws, maybe. Or, at least that’s what the locals call us. Let go back to our flat, and I’ll explain it to you.”

      After speeding back to Megan’s “flat”, in a abandoned warehouse, Megan explained to Belinda, “The Hellcats are a gang I started, a all female street gang. Just for kicks. The locals hate us because … well, sometimes we do break the law. Nothing major, sometimes we do break into stores, after hours, to collect the food and supplies we need, or bust up a vending machine, or cause a bit of vandalism. And the shop owners hate our graffiti art, but we’re just doing our bit to beautify this town. And maybe we do get into scuffles, and ride our motorcycles a little too fast down the main drag. And the town just recently started a curfew, thanks to us, teenagers aren’t allowed out after nine o’clock. But the bobbies can only arrest us IF they catch us out, or committing a crime. And they’ll NEVER do that. We’re too fast and clever.” Belinda is fascinated by her friend’s tale of wild adventure, and begs to join her gang. 

    At that very moment across town, the town council is holding a meeting. Mayor Magnus is speaking, “ We can not allow this teenage crime wave to continue in our fair city. Yes, I understand the law can only apprehend one of these so called Hellcats, if he catches her breaking the law, but I think it’s time we take matters into our own hands. I say we form a vigilante committee, patrol our streets at night. And if any of us sees a young lady out after the curfew, give her what she so richly deserves. A blistered bottom. With whatever implement that man may be carrying. I have here before me, a collection of items I think would be perfect to teach a naughty girl a lesson she would never forget. Canes, paddles, belts, switches, etc … pick your poison, boys, and let’s head out tonight and reclaim our city.”

    That night, Belinda is proudly wearing her leathers, about to pick the lock on the back door of a grocery store, when she feels a strong hand descend down on her shoulder. “Come here, Girly.”, the huge man says as he drags Belinda over to an iron guard rail and after commanding her to remove her leather pants to bend over it. He then paints twelve fiery stripes across her bare bottom, with a rattan cane, before releasing her, to go howling off into the night. 

     The next night, Belinda is apprehended as she was about to spray paint The Hellcats logo across the front of a bookstore, and is given a bare bottom spanking across her captor’s knee. A long, hard hand spanking on top of the twelve welts still fresh from the night before. Belinda’s big bottom was boiling by the time he was finished.

     Belinda, the only member of the gang to have been punished TWICE, was just as unlucky the next night. A former footballer, a bear-sized man, scorched Belinda’s bare bottom with a thick leather belt, leaving Belinda, the would be bad girl, bawling like a baby. 

    The next night, Belinda and Megan was stopped by two off duty bobbies, who were patrolling the city with paddles in their hands. Each girl received the same number of butt blistering white hot swats, but since this was Belinda’s FOURTH punishment of the week, her paddling was much more painful than Megan’s.

    Unbeknownst to Megan and Belinda, across town another member of the gang, Trixie, had just had her rear roasted by Mayor Magnus, who was now watching her dance from foot to foot, trying  desperately to rub out the inferno blazing away all across her ruby red rear. When Trixie saw the Mayor sit down his large oval hairbrush he had just used to ignite her ass, and pick up a cane, she began to beg for mercy. The mayor told her, if she told him the location of The Hellcats’ secret hideout, and promise not to reveal that to her gang, she was free to go. Trixie hated to betray her friends, but remembering what Belinda’s bottom looked like after her caning, she agreed to that deal. 

     The next day, shortly before nightfall, when The Hellcats were still all in bed, sleeping on their stomachs, their bare bottoms all some shade of red, the vigilante committee stormed their hideout, and marched the girls to the high school gym, where most of the town was gathered, sitting in the bleachers. In the center of the gym, sat a sawhorse. Beside it sat a large vase of switches. Each of the teenage hooligans, except for Trixie, was placed one at a time, bare bottomed across the saw horse, and switched fiercely, while the crowd cheered loudly. The girls were then told, as long as they remained in their gang, they would continue to receive nightly punishments. The girls agreed to disband, and left their leather back jackets behind, before returning for a final night at their clubhouse.

                                                                    EPILOGUE  

      ONE YEAR LATER : The former Hellcats were all now respectable members of society, with well paying jobs or going to college. Megan, the former gang leader, was now married to the bobbie who had paddled her the year before. She was now a member of the police force, too, and kept that same paddle in her police cruiser, to use on lawbreakers who broke minor laws, and didn’t want to suffer through a lengthy and expensive legal case, she gave them the choice, of suffering through the rest of the week every time they attempted to sit down, instead. 

      As for Belinda? She returned to Europe, and was currently across the lap of a security guard at the mall she was just caught shoplifting at. The security guard’s hard right hand was rapidly turning Belinda’s snowy white butt cheeks fire engine red, 

       Some girls never learn.

A Visit to Headmistress's Office

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Frau Jackson, please, have a mercy! AUA!!!"

"Hold still, Miss Krüger! There is still another dozen! And this better will be the last time you got caught cheating at your midterm!"

"I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!"

"Are you okay, Belinda? Why are you looking so sad?"

"Hehe! Isn't that obvious, Miranda? Don't you know what happens to cheaters in Miss Jackson's office?

"Oh, the worst way to start your day, I need to notice! Hehe!"

Rusty French

Trespassers W.

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! But Mister Trespassers... Ouch!!! Ow!!!"

"How did you call me?!"

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! Ouch!!! The sign... Ouch!!! Owiee!!!"

"Oh, I knew, I should fix it long time ago! It means 'Trespassers will be prosecuted'!"

"Eeyoow!!!"

 

The Loser

"Well, Belinda, it looks like you lose! Time for your punishment! Do you remember, which names did you call me during the game?"

"Whoops! I didn't really mean any of... Ugh! I am sorry! Alicia, please, be gentle!"

Vandalism

"But Frau! Maybe this is not that necessary! This is just a graffiti! I... I will just wash it away..."

"Yes, Miss! You will wash it away! After I will spank some sense in your naughty Continental bottom, so you will think twice when you'll get an idea of this vandalism!"

Texas Toast (Part 3)

   Walking into her classroom, Belinda was shocked to see someone had drawn a cartoon of her being paddled by Principal Ferguson on the blackboard. She knew immediately who had done it. She had recently filled in for the art teacher, Mr. Fox, when he was recovering from surgery. Tammy was in that class, too, and Belinda knew she was an amazing artist. Belinda shot Tammy a dirty look, and realized for the first time, with her curly red hair, sea green eyes and pale complexion, she looked  like a teenage version of her mother. She should had known she was Rachael’s daughter. 

   Looking back at the blackboard made Belinda’s blood boil. She was dying to say something to Tammy, but she knew whatever she told her, she would repeat it to her mother. Rachael had just given her the worse paddling of her life. She never wanted to give her a reason, to do it again. 

    She decided to pretend the drawing didn’t bother her, and picked up an eraser and erased it. Then turning back to the class, with her paddle in her hand as a warning, told them, “I know some of you would love to see a teacher getting paddled. But that’s never going to happen. We’re all responsible adults. Only naughty, disobedient students are paddled here.” 

     Belinda then walked over to her desk and sat down. The minute her fiery red rear touched her hard wooden chair, she flew back up, her eyes as big as saucers, shouting, “GOD IN HEAVEN, THAT HURTS!”

     Belinda felt like a swarm of killer bees were using her rear for target practice. She hopped from foot to foot, trying desperately to rub away the sting,  moaning pitifully. Her entire class was laughing uproariously at her antics. Through watery eyes, she saw Tammy smiling, “Are you sure, Miss Krüger, principals NEVER paddle teachers?”

Texas Toast (Part 2)

    When Principal Ferguson’s secretary, Molly, saw Belinda walk into the office, she expected to hear her complain about something. She was always finding new things to complain about at the school. Today was no different. “Molly, I need you to call whoever is in charge of school maintenance here, and tell them to fix the thermostat in my classroom. I’ve been freezing my ass off all morning.”

     Molly chuckled, “Don’t worry. You won’t have that problem when you return to your classroom.” Belinda was about to ask her what she meant by that remark, when Molly’s desk intercom buzzed. “Molly, is that Belinda’s German accent I hear out there? Please send her right on in.” 

   Belinda walked through the door, into Rachael’s office, wondering what Molly was giggling about. She was surprised to see Rachael’s shiny jet black paddle laying on her desk. She imagined it was still warm, after the fire it started on Maria’s naughty ass.

   Rachael beckoned towards a chair in front of her desk, “Please sit down. Belinda, I know as a substitute teacher, you’re sometimes asked to teach a subject you’re not an expert in. I know you were an art major in college, but today you’re filling in for Mr. Fox, our geography teacher. How much do you know about that subject? Do you know the capitals of all of the American states?”

    Belinda hated when Americans assumed they were smarter than she was. She WAS educated in Europe, after all. “Of course, I do”, Belinda said defiantly.

    “What’s the capital of New York?” Rachael asked. 

      Belinda laughed, “ That’s funny. I just gave a pop quiz on that subject, and one of my students called me a lair when I said it was New York City. That stupid brat thought it was Albany. I paddled her for being so rude to me and trying to embarrass me in front of my class. I bet she’ll never do that again. I lit her ass up.”

    Rachael’s eyes burned hatefully for a second, before she handed Belinda a sheet of paper. “I printed this out to show you. It’s a list of all fifty states and their capitals. Please read out loud the one I circled in red.”

     “The capital of New York is … what? Tammy WAS right. It IS Albany? I’ll apologize to her when I return to class. But NOT for paddling her. She deserved that for calling me a liar and trying to disrespect me.”, Belinda hated being embarrassed. Especially by stupid American teenagers.

      “I talked to Tammy during lunch. And to some of her classmates. She never called you a liar, she merely tried to correct you. And she wasn’t rude or hatefully to you either. Besides, if you did have a justifiable reason to punish Tammy, did you check first to see if you had her parent’s permission to do so?”

    “Her parent’s permission? I never needed that at any of the other schools I’ve taught at here in Texas.” Belinda answered, not liking the direction this conversation was headed in. 

     “Well, you do in this county. And I know Tammy’s parents didn’t give this school permission to use corporal punishment, if she misbehaved. Tammy, that girl you called a stupid brat is MY daughter.”, Rachael said, daggers flying from her eyes towards Belinda. 

      Belinda felt trapped, in a web she had weaved, “YOUR daughter? But her last name is Taylor.” 

     Rachael explained, “ When I divorced Tammy’s father, I reclaimed my maiden name, Ferguson. Tammy wanted to keep her father’s last name, Taylor.”

    Belinda turned a whiter shade of pale. “I’m so sorry. But why didn’t Tammy tell me I didn’t have permission to paddle her?” 

     “We may have different last names, but all of the students here knows she’s my daughter. She didn’t want the students here to think she got special treatment, just because her mother is the principal. Besides, it wasn’t her place to tell you that. It’s YOUR responsibility to check to see if you have a parent’s permission BEFORE you paddle a student. You can be fired for that AND lose your teaching license.”

      Belinda began to cry, “That’s horrible. I love teaching.” 

     Rachael patted Belinda on her shoulder, “ Now, now, Belinda. I didn’t say that was going to happen. Yes, what you did was wrong, and you DO deserve to be punished for that. But I talked this over with my daughter, and … well, have you ever heard the Bible quote, ‘an eye for an eye’?”

     Belinda was confused by that remark, “Yes, but what does that … oh…NO!” It suddenly dawned on her what Rachael was implying, her blue eyes going wide, “ You surely don’t mean you want to … PADDLE me, do you? I’m a grown woman!”

     “It’s YOUR choice, Belinda, I can report what you just did to the school board, or you can give me permission to paddle you, with the SAME paddle you paddled MY daughter with. Of course, as you just said, you ARE a grown woman, so your punishment will be a little harsher. Instead of the three swats you gave my daughter, you’re to receive TWELVE swats. On your bare bottom.”

    Belinda felt a  chill run down her spine, as she stared at the paddle she still held in her shaking hand. Looking fearfully at the two rows of holes the shop teacher had drilled down it’s hilt for her. She had heard holes like that will produce blisters on contact. Was she about to find out if that was a myth or not? That idea caused her legs to begin to shake, but she knew the dreaded choice she had to make. She handed her paddle to Rachael. 

     “I think you’re making the right choice.”,  Rachael said, pointing at her desk with Belinda’s beloved paddle. “Bare your bottom and bend over, Belinda.”

 

    Molly sat comfortably at her desk, something she knew Belinda wouldn’t be able to do for the rest of the week, listening to Rachael’s paddle crashing like righteous thunder into the bawling blonde’s bare bottom. She wished she had been allowed to watch Rachael blister Belinda’s big butt, like she was required to do, when Rachael punished a student. Molly didn’t like Belinda. No one at the school did. She was always complaining about how much she hated Texas, how stupid American teenagers were, how EVERYTHING was better in Europe. Well, here was something else she could hate about Texas. That time a red headed Texan tore her ass up.

    Molly was smiling like the Cheshire Cat, listening to Belinda squeal, but when she saw her emerge from Rachael’s office, tears flowing like a waterfall from her ice blue eyes, moaning pitifully, her tiny hands tenderly massaging her bottom, Molly knew from personal experience, must be burning like a bonfire on Guy Fawkes Day, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She knew exactly how she felt. Rachael had caught Molly sneaking a smoke last year, after hours but still on school grounds, and had offered her the same deal she offered Belinda, getting fired or agreeing to a bare bottom paddling, and then wasn’t allowed to go home, until she sat, with her bottom still bare on a hard wooden stool and write “I’ll never smoke on school property again.” two hundred times. After that long almost unbearably painful night, Molly had never touched another cigarette.

     Molly gave Belinda a hug and a tissue, and then going to her mini-fridge, she handed her an ice pack. Molly had never been paddled by Rachael again, THANK GOD, but if she made some major mistake at work, Rachael would take her across her knee, and spank her bare bottom with her hand. Not nearly as bad as a paddling, but those spankings always sat Molly’s ass on fire. Which is why she always kept a few ice packs in her refrigerator.

    Outside Rachael’s office, Maria, the dark haired beauty she had paddled earlier, stood in the hallway, transfixed by what she had just heard. Leaving the girl’s room, she had heard what clearly sounded like someone else being paddled. And the person being punished, begging for mercy, sounded like she had a GERMAN accent! Could that substitute teacher all of the students hated ACTUALLY be getting paddled? At least, a DOZEN times? OWIE! Maria’s butt was boiling after just FOUR swats, if that was the teacher she had just seen in the hallway earlier, getting her rear roasted, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week and a half. Seeing the doorknob to Principal Ferguson’s office turning, Maria quickly ducked back into the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack, so she could see who left the principal’s office. It WAS that blonde bitch, MISS KRÜGER! Watching her walk down the hallway, with her paddle in one hand, her other hand rubbing an ice pack across the seat of her tight blue jeans. Maria whipped out her phone, and recorded her. Maria was friends with a lot of the students Belinda had paddled, her boyfriend, Roberto, was currently in class sitting on a badly bruised bottom thanks to her. They was all going to love watching this video.

     Belinda stopped by the teacher’s lounge on her way back to class, to repair her makeup and to get a glimpse of the damage Rachael had done to her poor, suffering bottom. Looking in the mirror, she shouted, “MEIN GOTT!”, shocked to see her aching ass was fifty shades of red, with blackish bruises beginning to form in the centre of each of swollen butt cheeks, a smattering of blisters rising like tiny bubbles out of a sea of red hot lava. Holding her ice pack gingerly against her scorched flesh, did help to soothe the fires raging back there, but not enough to extinguish them. She wished she could spend the rest of the day in the lounge, but Rachael had commanded her to return immediately to class. She hated to leave a students unsupervised for very long. Struggling to pull her tight jeans back up over her badly swollen posterior, Belinda picked up her paddle and headed back to class.