A Blistering Hot Summer Night

      “IT’S TOO DAMN HOT!” Belinda shouted as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a cool damp cloth.  Belinda’s air conditioning had knocked out hours ago, and she felt like she was being cooked alive in her tiny apartment. Her landlord had promised her her AC would be working again soon … three hours ago. Since that time, Belinda had drank five cans of beer, in a futile effort to cool down.
    Looking out of her kitchen window, the pixie faced German girl saw there was a slight breeze rustling the leaves back and forth on the trees that surrounded the trail that ran behind her house. She decided walking down that shady trail would be better than being trapped in her hotter than Hell apartment. She slipped into her favorite pair of booty shorts, the ones that exposed quite a bit of her chubby butt cheeks, grabbed her last can of beer, and headed out.
    Once on the trail, Belinda opened the can and made a big gulp.
    Suddenly she heard a deep masculine voice behind her, shouting sternly, “YOUNG LADY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? THIS IS A PUBLIC TRAIL!”
   Turning around, Belinda saw the man who had just berated her, like she was a mischievous child. He was extremely tall, roughly handsome with jet black hair, muscular arms and huge hands. Angry at being treated like a naughty schoolgirl,  Belinda bellowed, “MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, AND STOP STARING AT ME, YOU CREEPY OLD PERVERT!” She tossed her now empty beer can at the dark haired stranger. The can crashed loudly into his forehead.
    Rubbing the knot slowly rising from his forehead, the man shot Belinda an icy glare, “ Girl, that was a BIG mistake. You just assaulted a police officer.”
    Hearing that, Belinda turned as pale as a ghost, “ You’re a… POLICE OFFICER.? I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that. You’re not wearing a police uniform.”
    Removing his wallet, he showed Belinda his badge, “ I’m Officer Jim Brady. There’s been quite a few crimes committed on this trail lately, mostly drug deals and robberies. so we patrol it now on a regular basis, in plain clothes, hoping to keep the public safe.”
     “Well, thank you for doing that. And once again, I apologize for throwing a beer can at you. I guess I’ll go home now. It was nice to meet you, Jim.” Belinda said, smiling sweetly, before turning back towards her apartment.
    “Where do you think you’re going, Young Lady”, Jim said, taking Belinda by her hand, “ You’re under arrest. For assaulting a police officer, drinking alcohol in public, and mostly likely public intoxication. Oh, and alcoholic beverages aren’t allowed on this trail. I’ll have to ask you to please follow me back to my patrol car.”
   Belinda began to shake, “Please don’t arrest me. I didn’t know you were a police officer, I thought you were… how you say in America, a peeping tom cat. And I didn’t know you’re not allowed to drink on the trail. And I’m NOT drunk. Well, not TOO drunk. Please let me go, Jim, I’ll be a good girl.”

   “It’s my job to see that lawbreakers are punished. It would be unfair to the public, if I just let you go free, when there’s people sitting in a jail cell right now, for committing half of the crimes I’m about to charge you with.“  Jim replied, as he led the German girl closer and closer to his police cruiser. 

    “I guess I should be punished, for what I did.“ Belinda said, as her big blue eyes began to well up with tears, “But do you have to arrest me? Could you punish me… some other way?”

    Behind her back, Belinda couldn’t see Jim smile devilishly. He was hoping she would suggest that. Belinda  wouldn’t be the first woman who had agreed to being spanked, instead of doing jail time. And he was dying to get her hard hands on this blonde’s bubble butt. Pretending he didn’t know what she was suggesting, he said, “Hmm, ANOTHER form of punishment? What do you mean? If you were my daughter, I know how I would punish you. With a good old fashioned spanking. Until you couldn’t sit down for a week! But she’s just a child, you’re a full grown woman”

    Feeling trapped, Belinda whispered, “I HATE spankings, and I’m not a little girl anymore, but… if that’s what you think I deserve, you can… spank me, if you promise me you won’t arrest me.”

     “I guess I could do that. But, remember this is YOUR idea, But it has to be a REAL spanking. On your bare bottom. Are you sure you want to do that?”

     Staring at the policeman’s huge arms and hands, Belinda began to tremble, “Yes, you can spank me… on my bare bottom.”

      “OK, but not here, on the trail.“ Jim said, taking Belinda’s hand, he led the nervous blonde deeper into the woods, until they came to a clearing. Sitting on a fallen log, Jim patted his lap, smiling as he turned to Belinda, saying. “OK, shuck off those shorts and hop aboard.”

   Belinda skimmed down her shorts, and laid across Jim’s lap. He could feel her shaking like a leaf. He liked that. He admired her plumb pale posterior, he loved spanking girls with big snowy white bottoms, and watching them change from a rosy pink to a fiery red. He began to spank Belinda with a slow steady rhythm, each swat a little harder than the last, creating a slow burn that grew in intensity, hotter and hotter, until Belinda’s formerly porcelain white posterior was now as red as a stop sign, her childlike squeaks and squeals replaced with screams, and she was bucking across his lap like a wild bronco. 

     Jim held his now sore hand against Belinda’s boiling bottom, feeling the heat rising off of it in waves, as he watched the blisters begin to form all across her beet red rear. “OK, Honey, you can get up now.”

    Belinda didn’t have to be told twice. She flew off of Jim’s lap like a bat out of Hell, and began to dance around in circles, her hands furiously rubbing her crimson butt cheeks, crying mournfully.

   Hopping from foot to foot, she noticed Jim was cutting thin branches off of a nearby willow tree. Growing up in Germany, and being an unruly child, she knew what he doing.

     Why was he collecting a bundle of SWITCHES?
    “Why are you doing that?”, Belinda asked Jim, fearing for the worse, “You already gave me a spanking.”

     “THAT spanking was for all of the other offenses I could had arrested you for,“ Jim said as he swished his switches back and forth, “THIS is for assaulting an officer of the law. That’s a SERIOUS crime. You could be sent to prison for ten years for doing that. I believe you deserve more than just a playful spanking to atone for that.”

     “A PLAYFUL spanking?”, the German brat protested angrily, “You must not realize how HARD you spanked me! My poor Popo... I mean, my ass… is on FIRE! You BLISTERED my bottom, I can feel them with my fingers!”

      “Remember, Young Lady, you’re the one who suggested we solve this problem with corporal punishment. You can either bend over NOW, and accept what YOU agreed to, or I can run you down to the police office.” 

       Feeling she had no alternative, Belinda marched over to a fallen tree Jim was pointing at, and bent across it, gritting her teeth. 

     Jim’s switches flew like lightning, biting into Belinda’s already blazing hot bottom. Each stroke igniting a tiny stream of fire, until Belinda’s burgundy butt, and the back of her legs were crisscrossed with welts, and Belinda was howling for mercy. Finally satisfied that Belinda had learned her lesson, a lesson she would remember painfully every time she tried to sit down for the rest of the week, Jim stopped and ordered the bawling blonde to pull her shorts back up, shorts that now felt two sizes too small, and like a lid on a boiling pot, they kept the heat from her seat from escaping.

   Jim led Belinda back to the trail, holding her by the arm, to keep her from falling, since her legs were still shaking so badly. Giving her tortured tail a final hard smack, with his hand, he watched her as she headed back to her apartment. Checking his watch, he decided he better head home, too. He had stopped a curvy redhead earlier today. Instead of giving her a speeding ticket she agreed to meet him at his apartment at nine. When she told him she was in a sorority, he asked her to bring her sorority paddle with her. He loved paddling redheads.

      Returning to her apartment, Belinda was relieved to find her air conditioning was was finally working again, but while her apartment was now nice and cool, Belinda’s big bottom was still steaming. Searching for the quickest way to cool down her roasting rear, Belinda filled her bathtub full of cold water, and dumped all of the ice cubes from her freezer into it. Belinda gently lowered her blistered bottom into the ice cold water. The second her aching ass settled on the bottom of the tub, Belinda felt like she had just sat down on a red hot stove.  Squealing, she leaped out of the tub, sliding on the wet, slick bathroom floor, landing hard on her percolating posterior.

       Cursing in German, Belinda went into her bedroom, and removed all of the pillows off of her bed. She then dumped them into her bathtub, then, as gingerly as she could, she lowered her roaring red rear onto the soggy pillows. She was so sore, even sitting on a stack of pillows was uncomfortable, but she could tell the chilly water was helping to snuff out the fires raging all over her bottom and half way down the back of her legs.

      Emerging from her bath a half hour later, Belinda looked in the mirror, her rear wasn’t as red as it was, but her ass and the back of her legs were still crisscrossed with welts, and the center of both of her butt cheeks were badly bruised from either Jim’s hard hand or the fall she suffered in the bathroom. Probably a combination of both. She knew that motherfucking  cop was right,  he promised her she wouldn’t feel like sitting down for the rest of the week. 

       And it was only Monday.