Inside Angel’s apartment, Betty drops Belinda onto a couch.
Belinda, still groggy and confused, recognizes Betty and Angel once Angel turns on the light, “HEY, you’re the bar owner and the bartender from the bar I was at tonight. How did I get here? Did you put something in my drink? Are you kidnapping me? What’s going on?”
Betty stares daggers at Belinda, and sneers, “Stop playing dumb, I know what you two were doing. Angel was driving you back to her apartment, when you both saw me, and you decided to hide in the backseat, hoping I wouldn’t see you.”
Angel, crying like a baby, tells Betty, “That’s not true. I’ve never cheated on you and I never would. You have to believe me.”
“Believe you or believe my eyes? The proof is right here, on your couch. That German bitch right there.” Betty says pointing at Belinda.
Belinda hops up, shouting, “Nobody calls me a bitch and gets away with it.” and swings her fist at Betty’s face. Betty, a former MMA fighter, easily ducks that punch. and grabs Belinda’s by her wrist. Sitting down on the couch, Betty forces the struggling blonde across her lap, and flips her short skirt up, exposing her almost bare bottom, clad in only the tiniest of tongs.
“That was a BIG mistake, little girl. I was just about to leave, but now, I think I’ll do this first.” Betty says, smiling deviously and she raises her big strong hand high above her head.
CRACK! Betty’s hand crashes HARD into Belinda’s pale posterior like a clap of thunder. Again and again and again. Quickly changing the color of Belinda’s huge hindquarters, from china white to neon pink, to rosy red, and finally crimson, nearing purple. Covered with a bushel of blisters, and burning like a bonfire. Wiggle as she may, Belinda was unable to escape from the older, stronger woman’s lap, as she howled for mercy, tears and snot running down her pretty face.
Finally releasing the bawling blonde, Belinda began to twirl around the apartment, hopping from foot to foot, her hands trying in vain to rub out some of the fires blazing all across her blistering backside.
“I hope that will teach you not to fool around with other people’s girlfriends,” Betty says to the burning German, and then turns to Angel, adding, “And you, consider yourself lucky I don’t bust your ass, too. I’m leaving now and I never want to see you again. YOU’RE FIRED!”
Before she can make it to the door, the near hysterical Angel, grabs ahold of Betty’s arm, “Please don’t go, Betty, I can’t live without you. “ she begs, “I swear, I had no idea Belinda was in my car when I left the bar. Or why. But if it’ll make you feel any better, if you’ll forgive me, for what you think I did, you can… spank me, too, if you’ll forgive me. And stay with me.”
Eyeing Angel’s amble ass in her light summer dress, Betty isn’t sure she’ll ever forgive Angel for cheating on her with that horrible German brat, but if she’s asking for a spanking, she’ll happily set that gorgeous butt on fire, for breaking her heart.
Taking Angel by her hand, she leads the elvish blonde back over to the couch.
Oh, looks like things are about to heat up for poor Angel. Stay tuned for part three, coming soon…
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