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.