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.
“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?
