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.