Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Two: Dreama's Dream

 

     Officer Mary O’Hara, a redhead, well over six feet tall, with skin the color of fine cocaine and ice blue eyes, had been sent out to investigate a noise complaint. Arriving at the location, she found Belinda Kruger, a twenty-one year old busty blonde, with a plump posterior, across her landlord, Juan Lopez’s lap. Belinda has just asked Mary to arrest Juan for assaulting her. 

   Releasing Belinda, Juan defended himself, “I’m NOT assaulting this brat. I’m spanking her. Because she asked me to...” Turning to Belinda, Mary asked her, “Is that true? You ASKED him to give you a spanking?”

    Rubbing her rear, which was beginning to sting right before Mary had shown up, said with a pout. “Welll…. I didn’t exactly ask him to. I said he could, if he didn’t evict me. Is that legal?”

    Mary doubted if it was, but she didn’t want to admit that, because she sometimes offered first time offenders, who had only committed minor offenses a similar deal. Spend the rest of your life with a criminal record, or spend the rest of the week unable to sit down. Just last night, she had been sent to a clothing store to pick up four college co-eds who had been caught stealing. They told Mary, with tears running down their pretty faces, they were sorority pledges, and their pledge mistress told them, if they didn’t return to the sorority house, each with something they had shoplifted from that store, she would blister their butts. She offered them that deal, arrested or spanked, and they all agreed to be punished. Mary drove the four teenage thieves down a country road, where she sat their bare behinds on fire, with her hand. She then ordered the four would be felons, to bend across a fallen log, side by side, and wore their asses out with a switch. She had to smile, thinking about how they all howled in unison, whenever she hit a pothole as she drove them to their sorority house. And how nervous they all looked, leaving her cruiser, knowing they still had a paddling coming. 

   Mary, who could tell by looking at her, Belinda was desperately in need of discipline. Hell, she deserved to be spanked, for lying to her, an officer of the law. Mary said with a wicked grin, “Yes, if you agreed to be spanked, young lady, he’s legally allowed to spank you. And I’ll stay until he’s done, to make sure things don’t get out of hand here.” Actually, she was staying, because she wanted to see Belinda get her big bottom tore up.

   Hearing that, Juan hauled Belinda back across his lap. He had planned on going easy on her, just warm her ample ass cheeks up a little, but now, after trying to get him arrested he wanted to really fry her fanny, until Belinda’s bottom was boiling. 

    Hearing all of the commotion coming from next door, the woman who lived in the apartment next to Belinda’s, Dreama Bennett, a woman in her early fifties, with long shiny grey hair, sea green eyes and dimples that danced when she smiled, wandered out into the hallway. Since Mary had left the door to Belinda’s apartment wide open, she had a clear view of what was happening in there. She was amazed, and delighted to see Juan had taken her advice, and was giving that German troublemaker just what she deserved. Even if she saw some flaws in his execution. Spankings should be given on the bare. And he should restrain Belinda’s legs, with his, to keep her from kicking, and hold her right wrist tightly behind her back, to stop her from protecting her rear with her hands.

    Dreama was an expert on how to give a proper spanking, although she had never done that. Her knowledge came from her late husband, he had spanked her since they were first married. She still remembered that first spanking. You could say, it was BURNT into her memory. She had been her parents’ perfect little princess, they had never even scolded her, no matter how badly she had acted. That all changed when she married Jay. She was only eighteen, Jay, an iron worker at the time, was thirty-two. She thought she could continue with her spoiled and bossy ways, as a wife, the same way she did when she was a child. Jay had other ideas, One night, having had enough of her bitching and complaining, he had hauled her across his lap, and sat her ass on fire. As soon as that spanking was over, she told Jay he was a monster, and she was leaving him in the morning. She then ran crying into their guest bedroom, and slammed and locked the door.

    She was way too sore to go to sleep that night, and had spent the entire time, lying on her stomach, while the ceiling fan cooled off her blazing buns, thinking. Maybe Jay was right, maybe she did deserve that spanking, for how she had acted. She had never been held responsible for her actions before, that was why she still behaved like a brat. She needed to be held accountable for how she acted.  She knew she needed discipline to become the woman her parents thought she was. The woman Jay deserved.

     The next morning, she walked into the kitchen, and apologized to Jay. She then handed him her hairbrush, and told him, he could use it, whenever he thought she deserved it. And he did.

    Watching Juan attempting to spank Belinda reminded her of how badly she missed her late husband. And his loving discipline. She wished she was across Juan’s lap, instead of Belinda. She pictured herself, her bottom bare, fire engine red, growing hotter and hotter, as Juan’s strong hand rained down one fiery slap after another, on her boiling backside….

       WILL DREAMA’S DREAM COME TRUE? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER THREE, “JUAN LEARNS HOW TO GIVE A PROPER SPANKING”. COMING SOON!