One Noisy Night

A lone motorcycle's engine was roaring in the night like a thunder. Gertie was always proud about the sound of her favourite bike, now tried to ride not to fast, hoping that that will make the roar of it quieter at least a bit. She started thinking, that it was not the brightest idea to agree to undergo an initiation rite of a college sorority. Why the hell did she, a badass biker-babe, need any stupid initiations? But she agreed, and now she needed to get some prized apples from Robinson's orchard. She even didn't know, who those Robinsons are and why their apples were prized at all.

Gertie stopped near the fence, turned the engine off and listened the night sounds carefully. She hadn't hear anything suspicious. No voices or foot steps. Just like her night ride didn't wake anyone. Gertie smiled and came closer to the fence. She noticed a tree, which branch was overhanging right over the fence, making it the Best way to sneak into the garden. Gertie smirked and started climbing.

Gertie carefully sneaked right over the fence and looked around. She noticed an apple tree, which was growing very close to the branch she was climbing over. The blonde smirked. She even didn't need to get to the ground. All she need - to get an apple from a nearest brunch and then - sneak out, climbing the same brunch. She smiled to herself and carefully hanged down, trying to reach a ripe red apple.

Suddenly a night wind blowed, disturbing the trees. Gertie lost her balance and grabbed an apple tree she was trying to reach, hoping not to fall. A moment later she was already hanging on the apple tree branch. Then she heard a loud crunch, and the tree suddenly fell down. Gertie screamed in panic before heavily landing on the ground. She moaned in pain, rubbing her sore butt. She was lucky the apple tree wasn't very high. The blonde carefully stood up, cursing and moaning. Suddenly she heard a dog barking, and from the currant bushes appeared a very angry German shepherd. The dog growled at the girl, showing it's teeth. Gertie screamed in panic and ran away at breakneck speed.

Gertie ran for her live. The dog was chasing her closely. It tried to bite her several times, but luckily for Gertie the only thing which was ruined by it were her denim pants. Finally Gertie reached the fence, but when she was almost close to it, the dog caught her by her boot. The blonde squirmed out of it, but before she could stand up, her chaser's jaws trapped her other leg. And again, luckily for her, it caught her boot. So Gertie hardly squirmed out of it and finally started pulling herself up to get over the fence. Suddenly she felt a very sharp pain in her buttock. The girl screamed out loud and almost flew over the fence. Only after a heavy and painful landing on her already sore backside she finally noticed, that she jumped over a wrong fence. Now she was in another orchard. And the dog started barking like a mad, being furious that the trespasser escaped.

Julia slept peacefully in a chair by the fireplace. Suddenly she awoke, almost dropping the book, which was laying on her knees. Julia looked around, now recalling, how she was reading "Gone with the Wind" all the evening. And fell asleep in her favourite chair once again. She yawned and finally understood, what woke her up. Her neighbours, Robinsons, dog, Wrax, was barking like a mad. And it's barking was sounding suspiciously close. Just like it was barking at someone, who was in her, Julia's orchard. Julia carefully looked out from the opened doors and noticed a suspicious silhouette.

Moaning and cursing, Gertie stood under an apple tree, catching her breath. She sobbed, looking at her badly torned jeans. Her boots became a trophy of the damned dog. And she had no idea how to get out from the orchard she accidentally broke into. In the dark of the night the orchard looked like a dense forest. Gertie sobbed a bit more and went wherever her eyes looked, feeling chilly earth under her now bare feet.

"Hey, you! Don't move! What do you think you are doing here?" a female voice called her out. Gertie looked around and saw a girl in red dress. Julia frowned, seeing the trespasser. "What are you doing in my garden?" she asked strictly and frowned a bit more. She was still a bit sleepy, so she wasn't completely sure, that her eyes were not lying to her, but this blonde with mohawk was looking suspiciously familiar.

"The dog was chasing me and I just tried to escape..." Gertie replied. A moment later she realised, how stupid it was to say about the dog. But she hadn't any better excuse anyway. Especially after she recognise Julia. They were a college mates. And since it was looking like Julia still hadn't recognise her, Gertie now prayed for the moon to stay clouded.

"The dog, ha? So, you sneaked into my neighbours garden and then got into mine?" Julia wagged her finger at Gertie. "And what were you doing in my neighbours garden? Wait a minute! Gertrude Mitchell?! Is that you?!"

Gertie blushed.

"Julia, please..."

"It is 'Miss Hudson' for you!" Julia interrupted her "And you know what? I think I will just call the police. And if you'll try to run away, I'll just tell everyone in college, that you had sneak into my garden."

Gertie whimpered.

"Please, Julia, don't call the police! And don't tell anyone! I beg you! I really didn't mean any harm! I just..."

"Enough!" Julia shook her head. "I don't care! You are a trespasser! And you should be punished!" suddenly her brown eyes sparked with a mischief "Well, you know what? I have an idea. I will not call the police or report anyone, if you'll agree to allow me punish you my way!"

Gertie sighed and nodded.

"Okay, Julia..."

Julia bent and picked a few switches from the ground.

"Take your pants down, Gertrude! I'll give you a good birching!"

Gertie's blue eyes opened wide.

"What?! Are you serious?!"

Julia nodded.

"In dead earnest. Now drop your pants down, or I will just call the police!"

Gertie sobbed in shame and pulled her jeans down, revealing a pair of plump milky-white buttocks and cammo panties.

Julia patiently waited Gertie to strip herself from her jeans and to bent over. She wanted to punish this "wannabe tough bad girl" for a very long time. And now she got her chance! When the blonde was finally ready to her punishment, she came closer and raised her hand with the bunch of switches high.

"I guess a six of the Best will be enough." she said "Bend over, bad girl!"

Gertie sighed and bent over, touching her toes. Julia giggled and gave Gertie's plump buttocks the first stroke with the birches. Gertie screamed in pain out loud and wagged her bottom a bit, while a bright red marks started appearing on her skin. Julia nodded and gave Gertie another stroke. Gertie screamed even louder. At the third stroke the pain made her jump from the position, clutching her backside, which now was bright pink and ever started turning into a shades of red.

"Back in position, Gertie! We are not over yet," Julia said strictly, trying hard not to laugh "And now I need to start all the punishment over again."

"Julia, please, no! This hurts really bad!" Gertie protested, rubbing her sore bottom.

"Do you want me to call the cops? Or to tell everyone about this?" Julia smirked, waving the switches. Gertie growled, but bent over again. Julia smirked wider and raised the birches. "And now the first stroke once again!" she giggled. This time Gertie broke from position at the fourth stroke, making Julia to start all the punishment over once again. And then poor trespasser couldn't stand the pain at the third stroke once again. And then - at the fifth one. And then - again at the third. Gertie's screams and weeping were echoing all over the orchard and around.

A several big nasty bruises almost finished forming all over Gertie's now terrible sore buttocks, when Julia finally sighed, no longer trying to hide her joy.

"Well, It was supposed to be just six strokes, and now even I lost count." she giggles. "Okay, I suppose if I'll keep trying to give you your six of the Best without your breaking from the position, we'll spend all night like this. So put your pants on and go away. I'll show you, where the exit is for you to avoid any more troubles!"

Wincing, sobbing and whimpering, Gertie hardly put her ruined jeans on and hopped in place several times, rubbing her terrible sore bottom. Julia laughed, watching Gertie's brat war dance. When the "bad girl" finally got herself together, Julia escorted out from her orchard.

Very carefully Gertie tried to sit on her motorcycle, but the pain in her freshly birched buttocks made her almost jump up. She whined in pain, clutching her bottom, almost tipping her motorcycle over. Julia laughed, watching, how Gertie, after an almost minute of rubbing her sore bottom, finally started the engine and escaped in the night, standing on foot pegs and trying her Best not to sit down.