Bad Girl from Valley High: More Bad Luck

   Cindy Lou was still standing in the hallway, when Miss Browning exited Belinda’s room, closing the door behind her. For just a second, Cindy got a quick glimpse of Belinda, dancing by her bed, as she furiously rubbed her crimson butt  cheeks. Cindy was shocked by how red Belinda’s rear was, and decided, right then and there, she was NEVER going to give Miss Browning an excuse to punish her.

   The redhead, sweating and out of breath, smiled at Cindy and said, “I just had a talk with Belinda. I don’t think she’ll ever bother you again.” Cindy thanked her as they both walked back down the hallway. 

    Inside her room, Belinda stood on shaky legs, wishing she could sit down, but knowing from last weekend, how painful that would be. She opened her window and laid on her bed, hoping the night winds would help to cool down her sizzling hot buns,  but it didn’t. She still felt like her big bottom was boiling. Remembering there was an ice machine in the basement, where the students washed their clothes, she picked up her wastebasket and headed downstairs.

   In the basement, two of the students, dressed for the night as goth girls were doing their laundry, before heading out to the local goth club. Tonight was their favourite night there, it was Bad Girl Night, a night where you could act out your favourite fantasies. Della loved being spanked in front of a crowd, and Jill loved spanking her. The two girls were shocked by Belinda’s appearance, when she entered the laundry room. Her hair was a mess, her eyes red and swollen, and she was walking stiff legged, like a robot. A wastebasket in one hand, her other rubbing her roasting rear.

     Already in a bad mood, and in a lot of pain, the German brat screamed at the goth girls, “WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS LOOKING AT? ISN’T THERE A HOUSE SOMEWHERE YOU SHOULD BE HAUNTING?”

    Della, the more sensitive of the two, was hurt by Belinda’s verbal assault, and felt like she wanted to cry. Jill, however, seeing someone hurt her girlfriend’s feelings, was furious. “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO US LIKE THAT! WE HAVE A RIGHT TO DRESS ANYWAY WE WANT TO ON THE WEEKEND!”

    “And THAT’S how you chose to dress?” Belinda snarled, “ Like two escapees from a freak show? You look like goth clowns.”

   Seeing Della begin to cry, Jill slipped a pair of handcuffs out of her oversized purse, one of the items she planned on using later that night at the goth club. Before she knew what was happening, Della had forced Belinda across a chair, and handcuffed one of her hands to the leg. She then turned to Della, and with an icy whisper, she said, “Looks like we found a bad girl early tonight. Raise up her skirt, and let’s show her what we do to naughty girls with foul mouths.”

   Della did, and was shocked to see the state of Belinda’s bottom, swollen and a deep dark magenta, with bruises and blisters decorating her sit spots. “WOW! It looks like somebody already beat you to it, Jill. That’s one well spanked ass.” Della said, as she gently traced a finger across Belinda’s blisters. “Her butt is STILL as hot as a pepper pod.”

    “So, Miss High And Mighty, you call US freaks and you like to be dominated. Well, if you like to be spanked, you’re going to love THIS.” Jill, said, smiling devilishly, as she removed a heavy leather strap from her purse.

Mark leaves his Mark

   Belinda, a usually bubbly, full of mischief blonde returned to her apartment, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her throat sore from shouting. She slowly peeled down her pants and underwear to reveal her big bottom was also swollen, and fiery red, slightly purplish on her “sit spots” and covered in a layer of blisters. She walked to the bathroom where she gently caressed her burning bottom with a cool damp towel, before removing an ice bag from her freezer. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, she placed the ice bag on her cherry red rear. Hoping playing on her phone would take her mind off of the fire raging all across her ample ass cheeks, she went to her Facebook page. And was surprised to see somebody had tagged her in a photo. A photo of Belinda getting her bare bottom spanked in front of a crowd of cheering college students!

   She started to read the comments under the photo …

    “Who is that and why is he spanking that girl?”

    “That’s Mark Dawson. He’s on the football team. I was there when that happened. We were having a party at his fraternity house and that blonde got drunk and started to dance naked in front of the fraternity house’s picture window. Mark told her to stop that before somebody called the cops. She shouted ‘No American boy can tell me what to do!’ and slapped Mark. BIG MISTAKE! He lit her ass up.”

   “I can see that. Look at how red her big butt is! OWIE!”

   “If you think that looked bad, that was taken after just a few spanks. You should had seen what it looked like by the time he was done. I bet she won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

    “I don’t recognize that girl. Does anybody on here know who that is?”

    “I think her name is Brenda. Or Belinda. She’s from Germany. A real snooty stuck up bitch.”

    “Yeah, Belinda. I have a class with her Monday morning. I bet she’s going to do some squirming doing that class. Those seats in Professor Grey’s class are super uncomfortable. I had to go to class there the day after I had been paddled by my sorority sisters. YOW! That was a painful hour and a half.”

   “I know that German brat. I don’t feel sorry for her. She was always flirting with my ex. I wish I had been there to see that.”

   “You should had saw what she did AFTER her spanking. She hopped off of Mark’s lap and began to hop up and down like a pogo stick, shouting about her ‘popo’. I guess that’s German for ‘ass’, because I heard her say ‘My popo is on fire!’ Her ass certainly looked like it was on fire.”

   “Than was when Keith said, “Look, she’s STILL dancing naked in front of the window. You should spank her AGAIN, Mark.” Hearing that, and seeing Mark taking his belt off, she snatched up her clothes, and headed for the door.”

   “Yeah, but not fast enough, Mark smacked her with his belt as she was running past him. She screamed and jumped ten feet into the air, dropping her clothes, to grab her ass. Bending over to pick up her clothes, Mark caught her a second time before she escaped. A leather belt really stings. My father used to spank me with a belt.”

     “And your boyfriend does, too.”

     “LOL. Well ….. maybe.”

    “That happened about two hours ago. I bet her ass is still on fire.”

    “Good! That bitch deserved that.”

    Belinda turned off her phone and laid it on her nightstand, and realized she was crying again. Words can hurt you worse than any spanking. Laying her head on her pillow, Belinda cried herself to sleep.

Bad Girl from Valley High: Brush with Trouble

   “AUTSCH! My popo is STILL sore”, the pretty blue-eyed blonde groaned, as she rose from the chair she had just attempted to sit down on. Walking over to the bed in her tiny dorm room, she removed the pillow and placed in on her chair, and then sat down, slowly and gingerly. The girl, Belinda Krüger, an exchange student from Germany, had been paddled a week ago by her dorm mother, Miss Browning, for smoking in her room. Belinda had spent all of last weekend unable to sit down. Sitting in class Monday and Tuesday was almost unbearably painful, too,  Professor Whitehead had even asked Belinda why she kept squirming around in her seat, and demanded she sit still. Now, Friday night, her bruises had mostly faded away, but her sit spots were still tender. Miss Browning sure knew how to set a girl’s bottom on fire, with her old sorority paddle. A fire that raged for days. 

   Belinda had no idea who had reported her to Miss Browning, but she suspected it was Cindy Lou Crawford, the girl in the dorm room across from Belinda’s. Belinda hated her, mainly because she was dating a boy Belinda was secretly in love with, Randall Wilson. Belinda had no idea why Randall would go out with Cindy Lou when he could be dating her. Belinda thought she was the prettiest girl at the college, with ice blue eyes and long blonde hair she liked to wear in braids. with big breasts and a full round behind, maybe a little too big, but most boys like girls with ample bottoms. Boys loved spanking Belinda’s big butt. So, why was Randall dating Cindy Lou, who Belinda considered skinny, flat-chested and ugly. She was, in fact, a beautiful young lady.

    Just as Belinda was pondering who had reported her, she saw Cindy Lou walk past her doorway. Snatching a hairbrush off of her nightstand, she tossed it at Cindy shouting, “TAKE THAT, YOU UGLY BITCH!” Cindy saw the brush flying at her head and ducked. A little further down the hallway, Miss Browning had just bent over, to pick up a letter she had dropped, when Belinda’s hairbrush crashed into her rather large behind. “OWWWW!” the forty year old, curvy redhead shouted, as her hands flew to her stinging posterior. “Who threw this hairbrush at me?” she demanded from Cindy. 

    Cindy pointed at Belinda, who was standing in the doorway to her room, “She did, Miss Browning. And she called you an ugly bitch. I guess she’s still mad at you for giving her a spanking.”

   Belinda’s eyes grew wide, as she saw the angry dorm mother approaching her, fire burning in her sea green eyes, holding Belinda’s brush tightly in her right hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, Miss Browning, I was aiming at Cindy  And I would never call you an ugly bitch. You’re really pretty. For somebody your age. Can I … have my hairbrush back?”

   “Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to return your brush to you, AFTER I finish using it. Even if you didn’t mean to hit me, you did mean to hit Cindy. And was shouting obscenities in MY dorm. You should still be punished for that. And believe me, you will be.” the furious redhead said, as she slammed the door to Belinda’s dorm room close behind her.

    Cindy Lou waited in the hallway, until she heard the sound of wood crashing into a bare bottom, a rapid rat-a-tat-tat, like machine gun fire, loud and hard. And the sounds of Belinda pleading for mercy. Cindy Lou grinned like The Cheshire Cat, enjoying every minute of Belinda’s blistering.

Grizzly Rage

    Belinda Krüger, an eighteen year old blue eyed blonde exchange student from Germany was jogging down a nature trail in Northern California. Belinda was wearing a red t-shirt, two sizes too small, and jean shorts so skimpy they exposed the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks. Her long blonde hair, weaved into braids, swung back and forth as she ran. Rounding a curve in the trail, she saw two bear cubs frolicking in front of her. Belinda, having heard tales when she was a child in Germany of bears attacking and dragging off villagers into the woods, was deadly afraid of the creatures. Even baby bears. 

   Scooping up a handful of pebbles, the pixie faced blonde tossed them at the cubs, hoping to scare them off. One of the stones struck a cub smartly on his nose, and he fled back into the woods, crying loudly. His sister followed close behind. Belinda, pleased with herself, for standing up bravely against what she thought was the beginning of a dangerous bear attack, smiled broadly, until she heard an earth shattering roar directly behind her. Turning, she froze in fear, when she saw a gigantic grizzly bear standing directly behind her.

    Before she had a chance to run away, the bear snatched Belinda  by one of her braids and dragged her over to a nearby tree stump. Sitting down, the female bear forced the frightened girl across her knee. The two cubs, feeling safer now than their mother had returned, crept back out of the underbrush, to see what their mother was going to do to the mean human who had attacked them.

     Momma Bear slipped Belinda’s shorts and panties down, careful not to scratch her. She wanted to punish this human for hurting her son, not maim her. Then she pointed at her cubs, as if she wanted to make sure they were watching, to see what happened to naughty humans. And mischievous cubs.

    Then, she spanked Belinda. A quick short spanking, less than a minute long and just six swats in total. But bears are incredibly strong. Belinda, a girl who was naughty by nature, had been spanked many times, but that was probably the hardest and most painful spanking she had ever gotten. Her previously pale posterior was now candy apple red, her butt cheeks looked like two over ripe tomatoes, covered in blisters. And burning as brightly as a bonfire. 

     Releasing the bawling bombshell, Belinda began to hop from foot to foot, howling, with her hands gently rubbing her roasting rear. The cubs mimicked her, dancing back and forth, while applauding with their paws. After a few minutes, Belinda realized she had kicked her shorts and panties off, deep into the woods, during her spanking and didn’t see them anywhere. She was about to search for them when she heard the mother bear growl angrily, while pointing with her paw at the trail. Deciding that was a good time to leave, Belinda ran back down the trail, her hands plastered to her fire engine red rear.

     Running past a lake in the state park, it dawned on Belinda, water puts out fires. Seeing nobody else around, Belinda slipped her top off and dove into the lake buck naked. Floating on her back, her hotter than Hell hiney submerged in the soothing water, Belinda decided to stay there until her bottom had cooled down. 

    Half a mile away, a park ranger, a tall muscular woman, with jet black hair and menacing green eyes, was watching Belinda with her binoculars, from her watch tower. She smiled wickedly, as she spoke to herself, “So, there’s another foolish girl, who thinks it’s OK to skinny dip in MY state park! I bet she’ll never do that again after I catch her.” Jenny Jenclaire, the park ranger, loved arresting people who broke the park’s rules. And offering some of them, mainly the pretty young women, a choice, spend a few nights SITTING in a jail cell, or … not being able to SIT DOWN for a few days. They usually chose the latter, and left the park, in tears, rubbing their extremely sore and sizzling seats. Never to return. Grabbing a thick leather belt off of her desk,  Jenny rushed down the watch tower’s ladder and sped off in her jeep.

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

A hungry she-wolf decided the best way to get near a shepherd’s flock was incognito. Draping a sheep skin across her back, she headed down a rocky path into the valley below, and came unexpectedly on a shepherd headed the other direction. “Lulu! You naughty lamb!” The shepherd shouted, “I’ve been looking for you for hours! I told you what would happen the next time you wandered off from my flock.” Raising his staff, he instructed the she-wolf to kneel down on her front paws and to raise her rear into the air.

The she-wolf would had ran away, but the human carried a rifle and was known to be a crack shot. The wolf obeyed, happy that she had tucked her furry tail beneath the sheepskin, or the shepherd would had known she wasn’t a lamb.

The shepherd swung his staff, with all his force, leaving a trail of red lines all across the wolf’s rear, one blistering hot stripe below the next. He then swung the staff diagonally from left to right, crisscrossing the welts left from his first application of the staff, and then one final barrage, from right to left. The she-wolf howled and howled. Every inch of her rear, and down the back of her thighs were covered in welts, every one sizzling, burning like a campfire.

“Remember that, Lulu, THAT’S what happens to naughty lambs who wander away into the night. Now, follow me, back to the flock.” The second the shepherd turned his back, the she-wolf darted off in the opposite direction, headed as quickly as she could to the nearest river.

The shepherd smiled, when he heard the wolf retreating, and was walking back to the valley, when a frightened lamb appeared out of the darkness before him. The lamb said to the shepherd, with a voice tinged with fear, “Master. That wasn’t Lulu. I’m Lulu. And I didn’t just wander off. I got lost in the darkness. Please don’t punish me as severely as you did the lamb you mistook for me. I promise to never do that again.”

Reaching down, the shepherd tousled the sheep’s hair, and spoke to her lovingly, “Lulu, Thank Allah you’re saved, I’ve been searching for you for hours. And, of course, I won’t punish you. I would never harm a member of my flock. Now, let’s go home. There’s wolves out tonight. Some of them dressed in sheep’s clothing.”

Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind

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<!WARNING: FILE IS CORRUPTED!>

<date unknown>

<playing record>

...and this is Lycanbane. About a hour ago I detected a military ship which is showing no signs of life. It doesn't looks damaged at all also. Just like it's crew just abandoned it. I think, I should scout out the situation on board...

<decryption video-file>

A Lambda-class T-4a shuttle is docking a Tartan-class corvette.

<continuing playing record>

...is very strange. It looks like there was a shootout on board, but I don't see any bodies. And maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel just like someone is watching me! I think, I'll check the logbook and that means that I should go the bridge. Over.

<decryption video-file>

A female wolf-like humanoid, which looks like a shistavanen, walks onto the bridge. Suddenly a see-through almost invisible humanoid silhouette appears in the entrance. It noiselessly follows the woman and when she stops in front of the main onboard computer suddenly grabs her by the scurf of her neck, almost effortlessly raising her above the deck. The woman starts snarling and cursing, while the see-through figure suddenly becomes visible. Judging by mandibles and and long, hair-like appendages on his head, that should be a yautja. He looks the struggling shistavanen closely before sitting down in the captain's seat, placing the girl over his lap. It looks like he doesn't think of her as of a worthy trophy. She growls angrily while he starts spanking her upturned backside. Her struggling and moaning and the loud sounds of smacks are proving that his spanks are very powerful. The shistavanen starts crying and howling in pain very quickly, squirming over yautja's lap and furiously kicking. She curses and growls, while he says something on his native language, which is still untranslatable for us. But it looks like he is lecturing or teasing her, while she stops cursing and starts begging him for mercy, surely having no idea how to show him that she's sorry for whatever he is blaming her for. Finally he stops and pushes her off his lap before becoming invisible again and disappear, while she starts hopping in place, furiously rubbing her freshly spanked backside, just like she is dancing some war dance...

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Burning Buns

A Trouble at a Bar

“Oh, mensch, this music sucks!” Belinda said, yawing drunk. This nightclub was quite expensive, and she spent here about few hours, dancing and drinking, looking for some handsome guy to flirt. This evening she was herself. Her usual loud and obnoxious self. “This kind of place makes me want to puke. I need a real drink to cope with the electronic music and robotic people!” she reached for a glass of whiskey.

Suddenly Belinda heard a strict female voice.

“I think you had a real drink already, young lady.” a tall brown-haired woman came close to the blonde. “You’d better to behave yourself, if you don’t want to get into a big trouble.”

The last thing Belinda wanted that night was to being lectured by some stranger.

“MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, BITCH!” she screamed and threw her drink on the woman, ruining her dress.

“This nightclub IS my business, I own it.” the furious woman said as she pulled Belinda across her lap. “You, young lady, have no idea how to act in a sophisticated establishment. Apparently no one has ever tried to teach you any manners. But I’ll be happy to. Let this be your first lesson.” The lady in red, Morgana, begun to spank Belinda’s big bottom, first over her jeans, then on her panties, and finally on her bare bottom, in front of the cheering bar patrons, until Belinda was howling and pleading for mercy. “No yet, my child,” the dark haired beauty said, smirking sinisterly, “Not until your backside is as red as this dress you just ruined.” Shaking her hand, Morgana turned to the bartender, “Nigel, my hand is beginning to get sore, could you be a dear, and run into my office and grab my hairbrush off of my desk? The large oval one.”

Nigel returned, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, and handed his boss the heavy hairbrush, that she quickly put to good use. True to her word, she didn’t release Belinda until her posterior was candy apple red, burning and blistered. After watching the German brat dance around in circles, her hands gently caressing her deep fried fanny, tears streaming down her cheeks, Morgana handed Belinda her panties back, telling her, “You can have these back, but since you ruined my dress, I’m keeping your pants.”

Belinda yelped, struggling to slip back into her panties, panties that felt two sizes too small now, and looked tearfully at the raven haired woman, “But I can’t go home like THiS, in just my underwear.”

“That’s not my problem, I have a bar to run. Bruno, please escort this brat out of my bar.”

Bruno, a bear of a man, easily lifted Belinda up, and slung her across his shoulder, and marched to the bar’s exit, while everybody in the bar gave him a loud round of applause. Heaving her out of the door, Belinda landed with a LOUD thud on her well punished posterior, before running off into the night, trying in vain to cover her glowing glutes with her tiny hands.

Taming the Sharp-Toothed Girl

Étienne de Villeneuve, an ancient vampire with centuries of refined cruelty, watched the struggling creature before him with a quiet, measured intensity. The female werewolf, half-transformed, muscles tense with defiance, let out a low growl, as she tried to get off the spanking bench. Every fibre of her being screamed to fight, to break free - but she could not.

Étienne stepped closer, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of undeniable authority. “Really, as my name is Étienne de Villeneuve, I will teach you to serve me properly, my rebellious little Chienne. ” His crimson gaze glowed in the dim candlelight, unwavering, unmerciful.

Gretchen did not reply. She merely breathed heavily, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying both exhaustion and lingering defiance. Her bare buttocks was marked with deep red welts, the evidence of the vampire’s discipline. She rubbed at her burning, swollen buttocks, her body instinctively reacting to the punishment, though she refused to acknowledge its effect on her.

Étienne tilted his head, watching her reaction with a knowing smirk. “So, Gretchen, have you learned your lesson?”

The she-werewolf’s golden eyes flashed with resentment, her breath still ragged. “Ja, mein Herr ...” she finally growled between gritted teeth.

Étienne chuckled, the sound both dark and amused. He reached out, tracing his finger along the tips of the slightly worn birch rods. “You will learn more than mere obedience, Ma Chérie,” he whispered. “Your tricks — your attempts to shift, to resist me — will fail here. Your instincts, Ma Chérie, are a double-edged sword — raw, untamed, powerful. But in the wrong hands, they cut the wielder. That’s why you need me. I will shape them, sharpen them, guide your hand until every flick of your will is controlled. You will learn, Ma Chérie. And when you do, your body will answer commands before your mind can catch up. It's meant to create associative reflexes, Ma Chérie! You are a half-beast and your mind will not be able to resist these instincts."

Gretchen’s fangs bared instinctively, a silent promise that she would not yield so easily. Her half-transformed form — a strange mixture of feminine beauty and raw, untamed beast — shuddered with the conflict raging within her. She had thought herself clever when she sought out this vampire, believing she could outwit him, tear out his throat, steal his wealth, and disappear into the night. But she had underestimated him. His power was unlike anything she had encountered before — not just brute strength, but something more insidious.

The moment she had begun to transform, he had struck, his ancient will binding her in place, suffocating her resistance with the sheer force of his dominance. Now she could feel it — seeping into her mind, weaving itself into her instincts.

 She shuddered, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous beginning to blur. The ancient mind control power of the vampire was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to submit to the punishment. Now Gretchen began sense that she had fallen deeply in trap and that the refined aristocrat had decided to train her into an obedient pet for his own amusement and at times for his work tasks.

Etienne looked at her understandingly and added: "Believe me, I can train bitches like you very effectively. You need everyday discipline, until you serve me like a humble, trained she-werewolf."

Gretchen bared her teeth even more, revealing her large fangs. “Scheiße …”, a phrase in German could be heard in her growl.

Étienne leaned closer, his voice like a whisper of silk and steel. “I will break you, Gretchen. And when I do, you will not only obey — you will crave it.”

First Person Point of View...

...at a Brat War Dance or Bad Girl Boogie

Behind Closed Doors

“HOWL!!!”

“And if I’ll catch you out at night again, this will be a walk in the park in comparison!”

“HOWL!!! OWIEE!!!”

“You better learn your lesson!”

“HOOWL!!! Yes! Yes!”

“You will bring attention to us!”

“HOOOWL!!! I’m sorry! I’ll be more careful!”

“Nobody can know our secret!”

“HOOOWL!!! I’ll be more discreet! I promise!”

“It’s not the first time!”

“OWWW!!! No! I know!”

“But it better be the last!”

“HOOOWL!!! Yes! OOOOW!!!!”

Who's Been a Naughty Boy?