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.