Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany, with ice blue eyes and a
bubble butt, stormed into her apartment and headed right towards her
refrigerator. Opening the freezer she removed one of the many ice packs
she had stored in there. Why so many, you may ask. If you got spanked as
often as Belinda did, your freezer would be full of ice packs, too.
Removing her skirt and panties, Belinda checked her plump posterior
out in her full length mirror. It was even redder than she expected it
to be. Holding an ice pack to her boiling butt cheeks, she sighed. “For
such a tiny woman, Professor Amanda McClain sure can spank hard. Of
course, she was using a hairbrush. That damn brush burned like Hell
fire!” Professor McClain was Belinda’s art professor. She
was thirty some years old, only five feet tall, and probably weighted
ninety pounds. But she swung a hairbrush like a lumberjack swings his
axe. Belinda was babysitting the professor’s daughter, Amy, for her
tonight. Once Amy went to bed, Belinda decided to make herself a snack.
Opening the refrigerator, Belinda saw Amanda had a bottle of wine. The
temptation was too great for the alcohol loving girl, and she poured
herself a glass. Turning she was surprised to see Amanda standing behind
her. Belinda hadn’t heard her come in. Amanda, fire raging in her eyes,
grabbed Belinda by the ear, and marched her into her bedroom.
“I’m paying you to watch my daughter, NOT to get drunk. On the wine I
was saving for my party tomorrow.” Amanda said, as she sat down in a
chair by her bed, before pulling Belinda across her lap, flipping up her
short skirt, and pulling down her panties. Picking up a large oval
hairbrush from her nightstand, she began to rain fire down on Belinda’s
big bottom. Hearing the commotion, the loud cracks from
Amanda’s hairbrush, the yells from Belinda, Amy went into her mother’s
bedroom to investigate. “Mommy, why are you spanking Belinda? Has she
been bad?” “Yes, Amy, she’s been very, very naughty.” Amanda said, as she continued her assault on Belinda’s ample ass. Shocked by how red Belinda’s bottom was, Amy asked her, “Does your booty hurt, Belinda?” “Does it hurt? My ass is on FIRE!” Belinda said tearfully. “OH, Mommy, Belinda said a BAD word! Are you going to spank her for that, too?” Amy asked.
Amanda had decided Belinda’s had been punished enough, but hearing
that, she decided to continue. “How dare you use profanity in front of
a child you’re supposed to be watching! You’re a horrible role model.” “But…”, Belinda, said, begging for mercy. “I’m from Germany. I did not know that was a bad word here.”
“Well, then, this will be a lesson to teach you how to behave when
you’re hired to babysit somebody’s child AND an English lesson.” Amanda
said before landing a final thirty swats on Belinda’s already blistering
bottom, fifteen for each cherry red cheek, mainly on Belinda’s sit
spots. Releasing the bawling blonde from her lap, Belinda began
to bounce
around the bedroom, from foot to foot. Howling and rubbing her neon red
rear. Amy thought she looked so silly, she couldn’t stop laughing.
After a few minutes, Belinda had calmed down enough, to apologise to
Amanda. While she did, Amy reached up and touched Belinda’s bottom,
“WOW, your booty is HOT, Belinda! And RED! I’m glad Mommy never spanks
me. I just get sent to time-out. I have to sit in the corner, in my
naughty chair.” “That’s a really good idea, Amy” Amanda
said as she turned the hard wooden chair she had just spanked Belinda in
towards the wall. “I want you to sit here for half a hour, Belinda.
Then I’ll pay you, and you can go home.” “BUT I CAN’T SIT
DOWN! Not after that spanking!” the German brat protested, before seeing
Amanda reaching once again for her hairbrush. That prompted Belinda to
quickly hop onto the chair, and just as quickly hop back up. “AUTSCH! That
hurts.” Amy giggled at that, but Amanda didn’t find it amusing. She gave
Belinda’s fire engine red rear another half dozen hard swats, before
Belinda gingerly sat back down.
After a half hour,
that seemed much longer to Belinda, as she squirmed back and forth,
trying in vain to get comfortable, as comfortable as a girl could be,
when she felt like she was sitting on hot coals, Amanda came back into
her bedroom. “Belinda, I was talking to Amy while you were in time-out.
She loves you and thinks I was overly harsh with you. Maybe … she’s
right. I know you’re a good girl. And it was just one glass of wine. I
want to apologize, and give you this. A bonus. A extra hundred dollars.
And to ask you, if you can babysit Amy again next Friday.”
Belinda thanked her and told Amanda she would see her Friday. Now, in
her apartment, with the ice packs slowly cooling down her burning buns,
Belinda had to smile. If she got a hundred dollars EVERY time she got
spanked, she would be a millionaire in no time. |
Very nice. :)
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DeleteFor the first time, I feel like I want to be dominated and spanked... I wish I were in Germany!
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