Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter One: Noises in the Night

    It’s late Saturday night, well past two o’clock, and Belinda Krüger, a lovely blue eyed blonde from Germany, with a bad attitude, and a fat ass, is returning home, her high heeled boots clumping loudly up the stairs to her third floor apartment. She had been to see Rob Zombie live earlier, and was wearing an outfit she had brought especially for that show, a black leather halter top and mini-shirt, a pair of cat ears perched on top of her blonde head.

    Once in her apartment, Belinda opened a bottle of dark German beer, and decided to listen to her favourite Rob Zombie album, wanting to hear how the songs on the album sounded compared to the same songs played live, while they were still fresh in her memory. After blasting her music loud enough to wake the dead for fifteen minutes, she heard somebody banging loudly on her front door.

   It was Juan Lopez, her landlord, a dark handsome man, with jet black hair and a mustache he waxed the ends of into curls. He shouted, so Belinda could hear him over the music, “TURN THAT DAMN NOISE OFF! DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”
   Turning her record player off, Belinda apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was.” Juan gave her a steely stare, fire burning in his dark eyes, “I’m sorry, too, Belinda, but I’ve warned you over and over, you need to follow my house rules. Like everybody else here does. I need you to pack up your shit, and move out in the morning.” The blonde was shocked, “ MOVE OUT? But I don’t have anywhere else to go. I start a new job Monday morning, but I’m flat broke right now. I don’t even have enough money to rent a hotel room for a single night. Please, Herr Lopez, don’t evict me, I promise I’ll be good.”

   Juan was tired of putting up with the German brat’s antics, and all of the complaints he’s received about her, from his other tenants, but he didn’t want to be responsible for her being homeless in the heart of a dangerous city, either. Looking at Belinda’s reflection in the mirror behind her, at her chubby butt cheeks wrapped in tight black leather, reminded him of something one of his tenants, Dreama Bennett, had told him about a week ago. “Do you know what that German brat’s needs? For somebody to take her across their knees, and blister her butt until she can’t sit down for a week!” Would that really help, he wondered. He decided it was worth a try. “Belinda, I… could give you a second chance. But I would have to do… something to reinforce on you, how important it is, for you to follow my rules.”

    “ANYTHING, Herr Lopez, I’ll do anything, if you’ll let me stay.” Belinda said, excitedly. “ANYTHING, Belinda? Even something to remain you to follow my rules. Like… a spanking?”

   Belinda’s hands flew to cover her plump posterior, “A SPANKING! Do you give EVERYBODY here who breaks your rules a spanking?”

    Juan chuckled at that remark, “No, of course not. In fact, I’ve never spanked anybody before. But I’ve never met anybody more desperately in need a spanking than you do, either.” Belinda thought that over, the gears in her wicked brain spinning. If Juan had never spanked anybody, he wouldn’t know to properly restrain her across his lap, or how to stop her from trying to protect her butt. Or how long a spanking should last, until the pain was unbearable. Perhaps if she pretended her ass was on already on fire, after just a few smacks, he would let her up. She said shyly to Juan, “You’re right, I do deserve a spanking. But, please, NOT too hard, I bruise easily.” Juan pulled a straight back chair, into the center of the room, and Belinda laid across his lap, an evil smile on her raven black lips.

    True, Juan had never spanked anybody before, but he figured it would be easy to do. You just threw the girl across your lap and slapped her ass. Spanking Belinda was anything BUT easy. It was like trying to spank a German whirlwind. She was struggling so furiously, he could barely keep her across his lap. She had both of her hands glued to her big backside, and she wouldn’t stop kicking her legs up and down, he was afraid she may break his hand with her high heeled boots. Every time he did manage to make contact with his intended target, she howled so loud, he was worried that his tenants would think somebody was being murdered.

     Officer Mary O’Hara was sent to Juan’s apartment building, because somebody there had called in a noise complaint. A elderly woman, on the first floor had told her, if anybody in their apartment building was causing trouble, it was probably that German brat in 3-B. Approaching Belinda’s apartment, she heard the sounds of a struggle, and a woman scream. Seeing Juan had left Belinda’s door ajar, she drew her revolver, and slipped inside. She was shocked to see a man in his mid-thirties spanking a girl in her early twenties, dressed in black leather and wearing cat ears. Was this a man spanking his daughter, or a kinky couple role playing. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Mary demanded.

   Juan and Belinda were both shocked, to discover somebody was watching them. A POLICE OFFICER !  Juan’s hand stopped in mid-air, and Belinda, always looking for a way to escape a spanking, shouted, “PLEASE HELP ME, OFFICER! THIS MAN IS ASSAULTING ME! I WANT YOU TO ARREST HIM!”

              THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER ONE. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWO, “DREAMA’S

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