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.
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