The Accidental Stowaway. Part 4

    Leading Belinda by her arm over to a armless wooden chair, Angel said to Belinda, “Thanks to you my ass is on fire. I’m about to return the favor.” 

   Belinda protested, “But my popo is ALREADY on fire!” 

  Angel sat down, planning on pulling Belinda across her lap. And quickly hopped back up, “I … I can’t SIT down! It hurts too bad.”

  Belinda giggled hearing that, “Since you can’t spank me now, I guess I’ll leave.” 

  “NOT SO FAST,” Angel shouted, while looking about her apartment, hoping to find a solution to her dilemma. Seeing one of Betty’s thick leather belts hanging across the back of a chair, she remembered a childhood friend from Texas, who had told her his father used to whip him with a belt. And how bad those whippings had hurt. GOOD! She wanted Belinda to hurt as badly as she was.

   Forcing Belinda across the back of the couch, she flipped her skirt up and yanked her thong down, exposing her bare fire engine red rear. She then began to flay away mercilessly with the leather belt. Each scorching stroke of the belt leaving a broad band of white hot fire on top of Belinda’s already chubby, crimson cheeks and down the back of her legs. Belinda felt like she was being branded when she heard Angel’s doorbell chime.

   “You stay right there. I’m not done with you yet.” Angel said, before leaving to answer the door. 

     It was Betty. Crying, she swept Angel up in a bear hug, “I’m so, so sorry, Baby. When I left here, I called Mack. He told me he saw Belinda leave the bar a hour before you two did. And he knew you were alone when you left work, since he walked to your car. After you drove off, he saw there was only two cars left on the parking lot. His and another car, the same color and make of yours. Walking over to investigate, he saw a “I Germany” sticker on the back bumper, so he knew it was Belinda’s. He checked the backseat, because he knew Belinda sometimes takes a nap in her car, after she leaves the bar, if she feels she’s too drunk to drive. That must be what happened. You must had forgotten to lock your car door, and she was so drunk, she mistook your car for hers. I’m so sorry, Baby, for ever doubting you. And… spanking you.”

   Crying even louder than she did during her spanking, Angel said, “Of course I forgive you. I couldn’t go on living without you.”

   From the living room, both women heard Belinda say, “ What about me? You both spanked me! Aren’t you going to apologize to me?”

    Walking into the living room, Betty was shocked to see Belinda bend across the back of the couch, the back of her legs and her butt covered with angry purpling welts. 

  “Yes, Belinda, I do want to apologize to you, too. And to make it up to you, you can drink for free at my bar for the rest of the year.”

    Wincing, Belinda stood up, while gently caressing her throbbing backside. Even in as much pain as she was in, being a girl who loves beer almost as much as she loved money, that news cheered her up. She thanked Betty and started to walk, very, very slowly, to the door to leave. 

   Angel stopped her and gave her a hug, “I’m sorry, too. You can spend the night in my guest room tonight, if you want to, and in the morning I’ll drive you down to the bar to pick up your car. I’ll even fix you breakfast before you go. Although, we both may have to eat breakfast standing up.”

    Belinda thanked her, and went to the guest room. The two women watched her go, her bare bottom looking like two overripe tomatoes. Once in the guest room, Belinda turned on the ceiling fan, hoping it would help to cool down her burning buns, fell face forwards onto the bed, her butt still bare, and went almost instantly to sleep.

   Back in the living room, Betty told Angel, “Wait here a minute, I’ll be right back.” Angel was confused to see her return with an armload of pillows and a large wooden hairbrush. She piled the pillows on the couch, and asked Angel to sit down. She did, very gingerly, even on a multitude of big fluffy pillows, sitting was uncomfortable. Betty then slipped out of her jeans, she never wore underwear, and after handing the brush to Angel, slid across her lap.

    “What are you doing, Betty?” Angel asked, totally dumbfounded by this turn of events. 

    “I hurt you. Something I swore I would never do. I deserve to have my butt blistered for doing that. Spank me, Baby, as hard as you can.”

     Smiling, Angel raised the hairbrush high above her head.

                                                                      THE END

The Accidental Stowaway. Part 3

   Betty walks to the couch, sits down, and says to Angel, while patting her lap, “If you want a spanking, Angel, I’ll be happy to give you one.”

    Angel begins to tremble as she raises her skirt and removes her panties before walking slowly over to Betty, and lays across her lap.

    Belinda, her hands still clasped to her boiling bottom, warns Angel, “I wouldn’t do that, if I was you. That bitch spanks HARD!”

   Angel and Betty shouts at Belinda, in unison, “SHUT UP!”

   Betty can feel Angel is so scared, she’s shaking. Normally, that would had upset her. She would had given up her own life to protect Angel, to keep her safe, but now, believing Angel had betrayed her, she was going to enjoy teaching the little slut a lesson.

   Belinda was tempted to sneak out of the apartment, while her two “kidnappers” were distracted, but she was spellbound by what was happening. She hated being spanked with a passion, but she thought she might enjoy seeing somebody else getting their ass lit up. For a change.

  Angel’s butt was even bigger than Belinda’s plumb behind, but just as pale. Well, as pale as Belinda’s was ten minutes ago. Angel’s backside began to redden rapidly under her ex-lover’s hand. Having never been punished like that before, Angel was shocked to discover how painful a spanking was. After just a few swats, her ass was on FIRE! And the redder her big beautiful butt grew, the hotter the flames became. Until her entire backside was ablaze, with a bushel of blisters, popping up like pimples on prom night, all across her glowing posterior.

    When Betty finally released her, Angel was a hot mess, crying uncontrollably, doing the same dance Belinda had done earlier, hopping like a bunny, from foot to foot, furiously rubbing her smoking hot bottom with her tiny hands.

     Smiling mischievously, even though her own ass was still on fire, too, Belinda said to the bawling blonde, “I told you that was a mistake.” 

    Angel and Betty both turn to Belinda and scream, “SHUT UP!”

    After a few minutes, Angel had calmed down enough to confront Betty, “That… that was HORRIBLE! I never knew a spanking would hurt that bad. My ass is on FIRE! But it was worth it… if you’ll forgive me, Betty.”

   Betty’s icy blue eyes began to water, “I… I don’t know. I want to. I love you. I’ll always love you, but… I don’t know if I can forgive you. You broke my heart, Angel. And my trust. I’m going to leave now. And think things over. I’ll call you later. Maybe.”

  Betty left the apartment, while Angel watched her go, her heart hurting even worse than her ruby red rear.

   Belinda followed Betty to the door, saying “I don’t where I am, or how I got here, but I guess I’ll leave now, too.”

    “OH NO, YOU DON’T, BELINDA! You’re the reason Betty broke up with me, and the reason I just got my ass tore up. I think I owe you a little something for that, don’t you?”

   EEP! Sounds like more trouble is headed Belinda’s way. I wonder what Angel plans to do to her. Could it be another… SPANKING? Stay tuned for the fourth and final chapter of THE ACCIDENTAL STOWAWAY…

The Accidental Stowaway. Part 2

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The Accidental Stowaway. Part 1

 

   Belinda, a beautiful blonde, with a bubble butt, comes stumbling out of Betty’s Bar and wanders over to a car, the same make and color as her own. Seeing the door is unlocked, and believing it’s her car, she decides since she’s too drunk to drive, and it’s such a nice warm Autumn night, she’ll climb into the backseat and take a nap until she sobers up.

    A hour later, Mack, a tall handsome man and Angel, a petite blonde, barely five feet tall, with small breasts and a big bottom, leaves the bar. They’re bartenders and had just locked up the bar for the night. Seeing Angel had made it safely to her car, Mack tells Angel good night before she drives back to her apartment.

   Driving up to her apartment building Angel sees the bar owner, Betty, is sitting outside of her apartment, smoking a cigarette. As soon as Angel steps out of her car, Betty, a tall muscular woman, well over six feet tall, with long jet black hair and ice blue eyes, rushes over to Angel and sweeps the tiny girl up in her arms and plants a passionate kiss on her plump ruby red lips. 

  “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” Betty says as she sets Angel back down on the ground. “I’ve missed you too, Betty. I thought I was supposed to pick you up at the airport in the morning.” Angel replies.

   “I missed you so much, I caught an earlier flight, and got a Uber to drive me back to town, from the airport. I knew you would be closing up the bar soon, so I decided to wait here, at your apartment, until you got here. Wait until you see what I got my best girl. You’ll look great in it. Like you do in everything. It’s…” mid sentence Betty stopped talking, when she notices Belinda asleep in the back of Angel’s car.

   “WHO THE HELL IS THAT? HIDING IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR CAR?” Betty shouts angrily, fire blazing in her blue eyes.

   Angel is as shocked as Betty is, when she sees Belinda, “I… I don’t know. I had no idea somebody was in my car when I left the bar.”

   Shining her phone light into Angel’s car, Betty recognizes Belinda, “That’s that German bitch that’s always causing trouble at the bar. I can’t believe you’re cheating on me with HER!”

   “CHEATING? I would never cheat on you, Betty, I love you too much to ever do anything to hurt you like that.” Angel says, tears beginning to form in her hazel eyes. 

  “Let’s see what Sleeping Beauty has to say about that,” Betty says as she jerks Angel’s car door open. 

   During her nap, Belinda’s short, short skirt had slid down, exposing her big snowy white behind, and her tiny black thong. Giving Belinda a stinging slap, that leaves a fiery red hand print or her right butt cheek, Betty snarls, “You can stop pretending you’re asleep now, fraulein, I want to talk to you.” 

 

    Belinda shouts, “AUU, MY POPO! A bee just stung me!” as she rubs her burning butt cheek. Seeing two women, she believes has just broken into her car, she begins to scream, “HELP, I’M BEING CARNAPPED!”

    Afraid Belinda is going to wake up the entire apartment building, Betty pulls Belinda out of the car, and tosses her across her shoulder. Giving her left butt cheek a sizzling slap, leaving a matching ruby red handprint on that cheek, she tells Belinda, “SHUT UP, BITCH!” and carries her into Angel’s apartment. 

   Oh uh, looks Belinda is in trouble again. And you know what that means, somebody’s getting a spanking. But who gets the spanking may surprise you. Stay tuned for part two, coming soon…

Oaks and Pines

A tall, buxom blonde looked around looked around in a hugger-mugger, and carefully, trying not to draw any attention, rubbed her plump bottom tightly clad in a blue denim mini-skirt. She always liked to wear tight things which accentuated her curves, but not this day. Not this week, to be precise.

Gertrude Mitchell rubbed her sore bottom again and sighed. The blonde had no idea how she would be able to sit down during all her classes that day. All the bruises professor’s paddle had left on her plump buttocks last week still were terribly sore. Gertie sighed again. The worst thing was that she had no wish to make anyone even suspect that her bottom was aching. The whole week she tried her Best not to show anyone, how hard for her is sitting on the studies. And that was one reason she still tried to challenge the school rules by wearing her favourite costume. And keeping her hairstyle. Both already brought her into a trouble with the school stuff several times right from her first day in "Oaks and Pines".

When her parents sent her here, she was pretty sure that she's just moving to a prestigious foreign high school. Well, this place surely was prestigious. The problem was that no one warned her about the other side of this school. The discipline. Gertie always had attitude problems, and here it was turning out in a literal pain in the ass too often.

Gertie sighed. The break was almost over, so she should go back to class. She winced, thinking of hard desks, but quickly put herself together. She was a lone wolf, so she should be tough! Gertie made herself smile.

"Oh, hi, Gertie!" she heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Hi, Lolita," Gertie replied "What's up?"
Lolita suddenly pulled her denim mini-skirt up, revealing her camouflage panties and plump buttocks, fully covered with bruises, which were descending to her upper thighs.
"Psst! Guess who caught cheating at her midterm?" Lolita laughed.
Gertie blushed, clenching her teeth.

Yes, she got caught cheating and got a baker's dozen with a hard wooden paddle for that! And that was really hurt!

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Nein Strokes

The young German woman visited USA. She was walking through the countryside and decided to cut off a corner and walk through someone's land. But she was noticed by the owner, who caught her and started unbuckle his belt, going to punish her for trespassing.

"Nein! Nein!" she exclaimed in horror.
"Well, I was going to give you only five strokes." the man said "but if you insist on nine..."

Yes, she knew she had trespassed and deserved the whipping, so she put her hands on her thighs and pushed her bottom out, hoping that her heavy denim shorts would soften the nine strokes of the belt. She also looked urgently around, embarrassed at the thought that a wandering walker would see her getting whipped. Just then, a large and woolly black dog - a Burnese Mountain Dog - ran behind the hedge. It was such a big  dog she misidentified it, looked at the man, and shouted "Bär!"  
Thinking his luck kept getting better, the man said once again. "Well,  if you insist, you can taking your belting on the bare."

Under the Rainbow

The rainbow in sunny day was looking strange, but beautiful. But a loud wolfish painful howl was a terrible scary dissonant. If someone was brave enough to follow down the rainbow, they would see a strange scene.

A female werewolf was bawling and weeping in pain while squirming over the leprechaun's lap. The leprechaun, smirking, was giving her plump backside a stroke after a stroke with a heavy green paddle.

"Don't you dare to cover your naughty ass with your tail, mutt!" he said, grabbing her tail with his free hand. "Get it out my paddle's way! Ha! You made me start again, so still a baker's dozen to go!"

"Ugh! But this is unfair! Ouch!!!" the werewolf protested "Ow!!! I even didn't try to steal any of your gold! Ouch!!! Ow!!! You hired me to watch over your pot of gold... Owiee!!! ...and promised me few coins from it! Eeyoow!!! Ouch!!! Ow!!!"

"Did I?" the leprechaun asked. "Maybe. But it was you, who decided to take my gold before I decided to pay you, what I promised! So, technically, you stole my gold! And now you will pay the price!" he gave her backside few more surprisingly heavy strokes, smirking while watching, how her skin turns red under her fur.

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! Yaaraaa!!! Owiee!!! Ow!!! Eeeyoow!!!"

Serious Conversation

Belinda's biology project supervisor was not happy to find the python cage open, and then chase the snake all over campus. Belinda's defence that "It haven't eaten anyone!" only reinforced professor Daniels's intention to combat carelessness in her lab's students, and the willows nearby provided all the needed material...

The Spy Who Spanked Me

    Jane Bond, Agent Double 00W, the spy with a license to spank, was sitting on a park bench in Central Park, well after midnight, a stunning silver haired woman sprawled across her lap. The blue eyed beauty was dressed in a form fitting black satin gown. Jane had just injected the woman with a sedative, causing her to feel too weak to run away, or to resist what Jane had planned to do to her, if she didn’t give her the information The Queen had sent Jane to America to recover. The girl glanced back at Jane with fearful eyes, as Jane gently rubbed her plump posterior.
   “ I’m giving you one last chance to tell me where you hid the microfilm we know you stole from our nuclear facility. We have security footage of you stealing it, so there’s no reason for you to keep lying and saying you know nothing about that. You’re just making it harder on yourself.” the gorgeous dark haired spy said, as her hand lightly patted her captive’s ample ass cheeks, as a warning of what was coming, if she refused to answer Jane’s questions truthfully.
   The enemy spy replied, with a deep European accent,  “Let me go, you English dog. I tell you for the last time, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
   “Maybe THIS will refresh your memory”, Jane said, smiling Devilishly, as she began a brutal assault on the foreign spy’s backside. Jane’s hand cracked like thunder across her big bottom, rising a fiery red handprint under the seat of her elegant black ball gown. Quickly followed by a fuselage of blistering blows, setting the enemy agent’s ass on fire. As the heat began to rise to a nearly unbearable level, Jane was shocked to see her prisoner begin to change, to transform. Her lovely aqua blue eyes became as red as her rear must had been by that point, she grew much larger, stronger, her face elongated into a muzzle, full of razor sharp fangs, and a coat of silvery fur began to cover her entire body. Most shocking of all, a furry tail burst out of the back of her dress, and began to fan back and forth, like it was trying to cool down her red hot rear.
   Taken aback at first, Jane quickly recovered her cool,  “I’ve always wanted to meet you, Livonna, code name : The Wolf Girl. Our files say you’re from somewhere in Europe, possibly Germany, but currently working for the Russians. A member of their Werewolf Squad, female agents genetically altered to have the abilities of that mythological creature.”
   Livonna smiled, a truly frightening sight, her fangs sparkling in the moonlight, “I’ve always wanted to meet you, too, Jane Bond, Agent Double O W, a meeting you will soon regret. In this form, your puny mortal hand can cause me no harm. But once the sedative you injected me with wears off, which will be wear off much sooner than you expected, in mere minutes, now that I’m my true self, iI’ll going to blister your pretty little ass.” 

    Warned that Livonna may be part of Russia’s plan to steal England’s nuclear secrets, The Agency had given Jane a secret weapon to deal with her. Reaching into her purse, Jane produced a heavy hairbrush, with a shiny silver backing. Silver was one of the only way to hurt a werewolf, it’s touch will scorch it’s skin, like a crucifix burns a vampire. Knowing she only had a few minutes until the sedative had worn off, and she would be at the Wolf Girl’s  mercy, Jane wasted no time in  applying it forcefully to Livonna’s hindquarters. Within seconds Livonna’s backside was boiling, so hot the heat seared away the back of her dress, and singed off the silvery fur covering her mighty bottom, until it was completely hairless, and smoking. As red as lava and covered in blisters. The howling she wolf tried to withstand the excruciating pain, until the sedative wore off, and she would be at full power, but her suffering was too great. She shouted, “Please, I beg you, no more! I placed the microfilm in a capsule, and hid it in the red flower pot with the black stripe on the balcony of the hotel suite I was staying at in New York. The Grand Hotel, on Park Avenue, Room 701. I left it there when I checked out. Olga should be checking into that suite any minute now. She’s taking the microfilm with her back to Moscow. They thought it would be too risky for me to do that, since we suspected you may have  footage of me stealing the microfilm.” 
  Knowing she had to get to The Grand Hotel as quickly as possible, Jane, gave Livonna a quick smirk, showing her own needle-like fangs, injected she-werewolf with another sedative, driving it deeply and painfully into Livonna’s percolating posterior. Livonna went to sleep almost instantly, and Jane carried her to her Aston Martin. 
     Livonna woke up, hours later, her bottom no longer actually on fire, but it was definitely burning, and she was doing the last thing she wanted to do at that moment, sitting in a hard wooden chair. She tried to hop out of it, to give her blazing buns a good rub, but realized she was tied tightly to the chair. So tightly she couldn’t even squirm or rise her roasting rear a millimeter off of the seat of the chair. She was once again in her human form, and completely nude. 
   She noticed there was a handwritten note on the table next to her chair. It said, “Hello, Sleepy Head. I hope you enjoyed your nap. By the time you’re reading this note, I should be on a private jet on my way back to Jolly Ole England. With the microfilm, and Olga, sitting in the seat beside me. But like you, I doubt if she’ll be sitting very comfortably. When she found me in your apartment, she attempted to stab me. Wasn’t that rude? I felt she deserved a good spanking for doing that. You should see her right now, as I’m writing this note, she’s dancing from foot to foot, rubbing her cherry red rear, and pouting most delightfully. “
   “We contacted your director in Moscow, to let them know we recovered the microfilm you stole. I hear they strongly disapprove of agents not completing their assigned missions. In fact, rumor has it, the agent they call The Disciplinarian is on her way to retrieve you right now. And she’s bringing her newest creation, an electric switch. I left a camera hidden in your apartment, where you’ll never find it, and I’m really looking forward to watching what happens when she gets there.”
   “It was a pleasure to finally get to meet you, Livonna, and I hope to have you back across my lap again in the near future.”
   “Signed, Jane Bond”
                  JANE BOND WILL RETURN IN “THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN PADDLE”

We are Number One!

Dame Athanasia: "Are you, uh, a real villainess?"

Livonna: "Well, uh, technically... nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Have you ever dreamed of conquering the whole world?"

Wolffang: "Nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Have you ever hunted for the forbidden knowledge?"

Kajira: "Nah, nah."

Dame Athanasia: "Alright. I can see that I will have to teach you how to be villainesses."

Hey!
We are number one, hey!
We are number one
Now, listen closely

Here's a little lesson in trickery
This is going down in history
If you wanna be a villain number one
You have to find a knowledge which is forbidden

Just follow my moves and sneak around
Be careful not to make a sound, shh
Oh, shit!

Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, we are number one, hey!
Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Villain number one!

We are number one, hey!
We are number one
We are number one

Ha, ha, ha! Now, look at this map that I just found
When I say: "Go", be ready to pull. Go!

Not that lever!
Whoops!

Ouch!
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Owie!
Howl!
Ouch! Oh! Let's try something else... Ouch!

Hey!

Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, we are number one, hey!
Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Villain number one!

Now watch and learn, here's the deal
We'll replace the key, while he will sleep from pills, ha, ha, ha!

What are you doing?!

Hey!

Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, we are number one, hey!
Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
Villain number one!

Hey!

Hey! Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, we are number one, hey!
Ba, ba-biddly-ba, ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba

We are number one
We are number one
We are number one, hey, hey!

Unpleasant Encounter in the Park

Roaring out loud with her chopper's engine, Gertie pulled up to the entrance to the park. She loved to get out into great outdoors from time to time to get some fresh air and listen to the silence. But she loved no less to put her faithful chopper through its paces, riding it into the “wild” terrain. Of course, it won't stand a real off-road driving. And Gertie knew that. But the dirt roads, meant only for pedestrians, were not a problem for it. And so Gertie, ignoring the sign prohibiting entry into the park by car or motorcycle, confidently drove forward.

Gertie drove slowly, looking around again and again and taking her eyes off the road. She didn't really understand where the fox terrier suddenly jumped out from. The dog began barking desperately at her motorcycle, throwing itself under the wheels. Gertie slammed on her brakes. The dog jumped around, continuing to bark.

"You, stupid animal! Go away!" Gertie screamed at it. "Go! Go! Get the fuck off!" she tried to kick the fox terrier, but it jumped back, continue barking.

"Gertrude! What do you think you are doing?!" Gertie suddenly heard a familiar voice. She slowly turned around, changing her countenance. A very angry Miss Dobbins appeared from behind the trees. "Gertrude, what is this?" she gave the girl a very displeased look.

"What do you mean?" Gertie snapped, "Miss Dobbins, this is not a classroom, and I'm not at your lecture! It's my business how and where I'm spending my day off!" she wanted to get on the motorcycle, but the teacher's hand suddenly squeezed her ear tightly. Gertie moaned in pain.

"Not only did you almost knock down Toto, but you also dared to offend him." Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Not to mention that you drove your jalopy into the park, ignoring the forbiddance. Gertrude, for such behavior, even outside of study hours, you could get into very serious trouble at college."

Gertie wanted to grab Miss Dobbin's hand, but she didn't dare. Fear flashed in her blue eyes. Even while she wanted to be seen as a reckless biker chick who could handle any trouble and who could handle anything, she was not at all keen on getting into trouble with the college administration.

"I think I need to teach you a good lesson right here and now, Gertrude." said Miss Dobbins sternly, and led Gertie by the ear to a dry log nearby.

Gertie was afraid to argue with Miss Dobbins, and so within a couple of minutes she was lying across the teacher's lap, and her tightly jeans-clad bottom was being firmly spanked by the teacher's hand. Miss Dobbins had a really heavy hand, so even such a spanking was quite painful. But of course not as painful as a brushing she received from Miss Dobbins few days ago.

"Remember, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins spoke, emphasizing each word with a resounding slap, "Rules are there to be followed. You scared the birds and animals with your jalopy, damaged the road, and almost ran over Toto. Aren't you ashamed?" she maid a pause, giving the girl some time to answer, continuing spanking her.

"I am!" Gertie moaned quickly. "I am ashamed!" She was already hoping that she had gotten off easy, and would get off with spanking that was not so much painful as humiliating.

Suddenly Miss Dobbins stopped the spanking and pushed Gertie from her knees.

"It seems to me that you can't get through a scoundrel like you with just a hand spanking, and especially through your pants." she said, looking around, and plucked a dry but flexible branch from a bush. "Take off your jeans, Gertrude. Now we will start a serious talk!"

"Maybe that is not that necessary?" Gertie asked carefully.

"It is very necessary!" Miss Dobbins responded.

Blushing and sobbing with shame, Gertie slowly took off her boots and then her jeans. Miss Dobbins noticed with satisfaction that even after the spanking through the thick material, Gertie's buttocks were noticeably pink.

Right after Gertie dropped her pants and boots near her motorcycle, Miss Dobbins forced her to bend over, grabbing her knees. The teacher looked thoughtfully at the girl's plump bottom, tightly covered by camouflage panties.

"No. These also are going down!" she said before pulling Gertie's panties to her knees. Gertie sobbed. Miss Dobbins shook her head. "Try to remember, Gertrude - rules are meant to be followed!" the switch swished through the air and hit Gertie hard across her buttocks, causing her to yelp in pain. Miss Dobbins, without giving her much time to recover, began to whip her behind, which almost immediately caused Gertie to begin shifting from one foot to the other and even jumping up and down, howling and whining with pain. And her squeals and oohs were drowned out by the calm and stern voice of Miss Dobbins, repeating the same thing that she had already said to her while spanking her over her pants. But being underlined by a switch these words sounded much more convincing.

When the spanking was finally over, more than anything in the world Gertie wanted to dive into the lake to cool her sore bottom, striped by a switch, off even a little bit. She jumped around up and down, weeping in pain bitterly, rubbing her burning bottom, trying to make the terrible pain feel easy even a little bit. Finally, she managed to pull herself together and, under the stern and slightly mocking gaze of Miss Dobbins, with great difficulty pulled her panties and tight jeans over her red-striped buttocks. After a few more minutes of sobbing and rubbing her bottom, Gertie decided to get on the motorcycle, but Miss Dobbins' hand fell sternly on her shoulder.

"Do you want to get another spanking already, Gertrude? Just ask, and I'll be happy to oblige. Did you forgot, why you was punished?" the teacher asked sternly.

Crying with pain and shame, Gertie nodded to Miss Dobbins and, taking the handlebars of the motorcycle, dejectedly rolled it towards the exit of the park, not daring to turn around. And behind her back, Toto was barking furiously.

Treason doth never prosper

Miss Margaret Dobbins entered the classroom and gave the students a strict and a careful look. This was her first lesson with this group, and over the years of teaching she had learned that there is no second chance to make a first impression, so she wanted to immediately notice those who would need to be watched closely. And she immediately noticed a tall buxom blonde, who's leather waistcoat and denim mini-skirt were clearly standing out from other student's outfits. And that's not even mentioning her downright provocative hairstyle. Miss Dobbins frowned slightly and ran her eyes down the list of students before taking roll call.Having thus become acquainted with her students, she turned her gaze again to the potential rebel.

"Gertrude Mitchell, stand up!" she said strictly.

"Yes, Miss Dobbins?" Gertie obediently rose from her desk.

Miss Dobbins looked at her from head to toe in silence.

“After class, please come into my office,” she said meaningfully and allowed Gertie to sit at her desk. After that, Miss Dobbins once again looked around the room with a stern gaze, noticing how the students began to exchange cautious glances and whisper among themselves. She tapped the table with a ruler meaningfully and began the lecture.

After the lecture, Gertie, followed with the curious and mocking glances of her classmates, went to the head teacher’s office. Right after she walked in and closed the door behind her, Miss Dobbins rose from the table and looked at her again with a critical eye.

"Gertrude, would you care to explain to me what all this means?" she asked sternly.

"I have no idea, what do you mean." Gertie shrugged.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Your appearance does not comply with the college dress code, and you know it. What is the matter? Do you wish to defy the college regulations?"

"And so what?" Gertie replied arrogantly "I'm dressed quite decently, and there's nothing in the rules about haircuts. Only about neatness. And I have not troubles with that."

"The college dress code requires students and faculty to wear formal style, Gertrude. Your style does not fit this requirement at all." Miss Dobbins shook her finger at the girl. "And since you decided to challenge the rules, you should also know that it contains a list of punishments for those who do not comply with it." Miss Dobbins put her chair in front of the table. "Since the rules leave the choice of punishment to the discretion of the teachers, I think you are deserving a good spanking, Gertrude."

Gertie unintentionally stepped back.

"A spanking?!" she instinctively covered her bottom with her hands.

"Yes, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins nodded, "a spanking. And you'd better not to argue and accept your punishment with dignity." she took the girl to the chair, sat down and put her across her knees. "For the first time I think this will be enough." at these words she took a large black oval hairbrush from the table. "Hold still!" Miss Dobbin's hand lay down on Gertie's shoulders, pushing her firmly against the teacher's knees. Gertie closed her eyes. With a loud clap the hairbrush heavily landed across her plump buttocks. Gertie screamed from the sharp pain, but immediately bit her tongue. She swore herself to take her punishment without any sound to prove to Miss Dobbins, that she has a right to have her own style. But Miss Dobbins surely was a professional, so it didn't take a long for Gertie to start not just moaning and even screaming in pain after each painful spank, but even squirming over teacher's lap and kicking. Soon the young rebel was struggling and kicking, bawling loudly and begging for mercy, but Miss Dobbins only pushed her tighter to her knees, continuing the punishment.

When Gertie was already pretty sure, that her poor bottom became a one big bruise, Miss Dobbins finally stopped the punishment. She put the hairbrush away and stroked the back of Gertie's head.

"I think, this is enough for you, Gertrude. For the first time." she said sternly but not cruel. "But keep in mind: if I ever see you again at my lecture or just in the corridor during class hours dressed like this, this punishment will feel like a light tickle in comparison. Now go. And you'd better to hurry - according to the rules, being late for classes also entails a spanking.

Gertie jumped up from the teacher's knees and started jumping in place, clutching her burning bottom. About a minute she was dancing this dance of pain in front of the teacher, bawling and weeping bitterly. Then she finally put herself together and left head teacher's office, rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason?" suddenly asked Miss Dobbins, stopping at the doorstep.

"For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason." replied Gertie, blushing.