Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Four

   After being paddled by Batman and switched by Catwoman, Belinda was no longer in the mood to go to a party, so she walked back to her hotel room, each painful step sending a fresh wave of heat across her welt covered backside. Once there, she stripped off her Catwoman outfit, tore it to pieces and threw it in the trash, and took a cold shower, hoping the icy water would cool down her blazing buns. Then, lying on her stomach in bed, with an ice pack on her still warm rear, Belinda sent her friend Bromhilda a email, and a photo of her ruby red rear,  explaining what had happened to her. Bromhilda texted her back …

   BROMHILDA: OUCH! Looks like we’ll both be sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Just like we used to, when we were teenagers, and used to get into trouble together.

   BELINDA: Why? What happened to you?

   BROMHILDA: Do you remember my ex Steve Anderson?

   BELINDA: How could I ever forget him after that time he had us both bend over his bed and whipped us with his belt for using his credit card without his permission. I had welts for a week! Are you dating him again?

    BROMHILDA : No, that bitch Eva is! I invited everybody from my office to my party, not knowing Eva was going out with Steve now. I know now why she told me I should break up with him. She wanted him for herself. Well, when she walked in with Steve, I was furious with her, and told her to get the Hell out of my apartment. She called me a bitch, and threw her drink in my face, so I slapped her. As hard as I could and busted her lip. I never saw Steve so angry before. He pulled me across his lap, right in front of all of my friends and coworkers and started to spank me with his hand. I was wearing a Wonder Woman costume, so my butt was mostly bare. He sat my ass on fire, and then told me to apologize to Eva.

     BELINDA: Did you?

     BROMHILDA : HELL NO! But Steve remembered I had an oval wooden hairbrush, I usually kept in my bedroom, and told Eva to go get it. You should had seen the smile on that slut’s face when she handed it to Steve. If I thought my ass was on fire before, after Steve went to work with that hairbrush, my butt was boiling hot. And blistered. Then, he told me to apologize to Eva again. I hated to do it but I knew if I ever wanted to be able to sit down again, I better. Here, I’ll send you a photo.

    BELINDA: AUUUUHHHH! HE REALLY TORE YOUR ASS UP!

    BROMHILDA: I feel like I’m sitting on a hot plate. But at least I may get a little bit of revenge later tonight. Steve noticed how much Eva was enjoying watching me hop from foot to foot, trying to rub out the fires Steve had just ignited, and I heard him whisper to her, “This is all your fault, Young Lady, You called Bromhilda a bitch and threw your drink on her. We’re going to have a little ‘talk’ about that when I get you home.” Whenever Steve told me he wanted to “talk” to me, I usually ended up unable to sit down for a day or two. I hope he’s beating her big butt right now.

   BELINDA: Sounds like we won’t be the only girls in Gotham sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?

    BROMHILDA: That sounds good. But I may have to bring a pillow with me.

    BELINDA: Bring one for me, too. I’ll need it.

THE END

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Three

   Belinda’s big butt was on FIRE! Gently rubbing her roasting rear seemed to only stroke the fire, fanning the flames, until the German’s brat’s bottom was boiling. “AUUUH, my poor popo!” the beautiful blonde sobbed, “ I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
   Noticing a fountain across the park, Belinda wanted to run to it immediately, but decided her best option was to walk to it as slowly as possible, since every step she took, caused a new wave of intense heat to flare up across her blistered butt. Once there, bracing herself with her arms, she lowered her still bare backside into the chilly water, carefully to make sure her badly bruised butt didn’t touch the bottom of the fountain. 
    Belinda was enjoying the effects of the cooling water, when she heard what sounded like the purring of a cat. And heard a silky female voice say, “Well, well, well, what have we here? Did somebody just give this naughty kitty a spanking?”
    Looking up, Belinda was startled to see Catwoman approaching her. “KATZENFRAU! Ja, that damn Fiedermaus-Mann just paddled me!”
   Catwoman smiled mischievously, while caressing her own luscious rear, “OUCH! I know from personal experience, how hard Batman spanks. Unfortunately for you, I’m quite adept at blistering bottoms, too. Which I do, every time I catch somebody in Gotham dressed as me. I can’t have people committing crimes that I’ll be blamed for, now can I?”
   Belinda hopped down from the water fountain, her hands covering her still smoldering backside, “WAIT A MINUTE, I’m NOT a criminal! I’m on my way to a costume party!”
   “Sorry, Kitty Kat, my costume, my rules. With those claws on your gloves, you shouldn’t have any trouble cutting me some switches.”
   SWITCHES! Every German knew what switches were. And how painful they were. They left welts that took days to fade away. “HELLO NO!” Belinda said, fire in her eyes burning as hotly as the fires across her rear, “I don’t care if you ARE Katzenfrau! You’re NOT switching me! GET OUT OF MY WAY! 
    Belinda was marching past Catwoman when she heard the loud crack of a whip, seconds before she felt it’s bite, as it sizzled across her still bare backside. “AUUUUHHH!”, Belinda screamed her hands flying to the fiery welt now branded across her backside. Turning, Belinda saw for the first time, the lethal looking whip in Catwoman’s right hand. “Your choice, my whip or the switch. Which one will it be?”
    Staring at the whip, fearfully, still feeling the burning kiss from it across still feeling the burning kiss from it across her roasting rear, Belinda whispered, “I’ll … I’ll go cut you a switch.”
     Stay tuned, Brat Fans, for the fourth and final chapter of this story. Next time you’ll get to meet Belinda’s friend from Germany, Bromhilda, and find out what happened at her party, while Catwoman was painting welts across Belinda’s plump posterior with her switch. Here’s a clue, Belinda and Bromhilda will both be sleeping on their stomachs tonight. COMING SOON!

 

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Two

 

    Belinda had been spanked before by officers of the law, but that was usually her choice, be spanked or go to jail or pay a fine, for breaking some stupid law. But she wasn’t going to let anybody, even the world famous crime fighter, Batman, paddle her because she was dressed as one of his arch villains!
    Belinda slapped Batman, HARD, across his face with her free hand, while shouting at The Dark Knight, “LET GO OF ME! I don’t care if you are Fledermaus -Mann, you’re not to going to spank me just because I’m going to a costume party! They call you ‘the world’s greatest detective, well, can’t you see I’m NOT Katzenfrau?” she added, while removing her mask, “LOOK, can’t you see I’m much prettier than Katzenfrau! Didn’t you notice my beautiful long blonde hair! Or my German accent? Why don’t you go and hunt down some REAL criminals, and leave me alone! I have a party to go to!”
   Wheeling around, she saw Robin returning with the Bat-Paddle, and punched him in the stomach, before he had time to react, “THAT’S what you get, Bird-Boy, for getting so excited about seeing your partner paddle me! Well, sorry, that’s NOT going to happen! Now, get out of my way, I’m already late!” 
    The German firebrand was about to storm off when she found herself being lifted into the air. “Young Lady”, she heard Batman say, “Yes, once I led you off of that dark trail, and over her by this park light, I saw you won’t the real Catwoman, and I was about to apologize to you. But before I could, you slapped me, and then punched Robin! We’re deputized officers of the Gotham City Police force! I can’t let you get away with that.”
    Having said that, Batman quickly remove Belinda’s belt and skimmed down her tights, revealing her pale plump posterior. Sitting down on a park bench, he placed the struggling brat across his lap, while saying to his teenage sidekick, “Please hand me the Bat-Paddle, Robin.”
   Smiling, The Boy Wonder said, “Gladly, Batman.” and handed the paddle to him. Once in his hand, Batman wasted no time in using it. Forcefully and rapidly. Quickly turning Belinda’s big bottom from ghostly white to rose to red to crimson. In less than a minute, blisters began to blossom all over Belinda’s boiling backside. Especially across her sit spots. Batman wanted to make sure Belinda would remember this lesson every time she tried, in vain, to sit down for the rest of the week.  
   Robin was throughly enjoying the show, especially since his stomach was still hurting, “HOLY BUTT BLISTERS, BATMAN! You’re really frying that Cat-Brat’s fanny! It’s as red as … wait a minute, BATMAN, LOOK! The Bat Signal!”
   Glancing up, Batman saw the Bat Signal shining above Gotham, and said to the bawling bombshell, “You’re lucky, Young Lady, I have to let you off a lot easier than I had planned, but crime waits for no man, and we have to leave now. I hope that playful spanking will remind you to obey our laws as long as you’re staying in Gotham City.”
     Belinda watched the Dynamic Duo rush off into the night, hopping from foot to foot, sobbing loudly, her tiny hands furiously, but gently, rubbing her blistered and burning backside. Pouting,  she moaned, “He said he let me off EASY! Then why is my popo on FIRE? AUUH!”
       That’s it for this time, Brat Fans, but stay tuned for the third and final chapter of this story. Featuring a surprise guest star. Can you guess who it is?

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part One

 

   Belinda Krüger, a honeysuckle blonde from Germany, with bright blue eyes, forever full of mischief, was on a business trip to Gotham City. Her friend from back home, who now lived in Gotham, Bromhilda, had invited Belinda to a costume party. Since she was in Gotham City, Belinda thought it would be funny to go to the party dressed as Catwoman. She was on her way there now, dressed in a skintight ebony catsuit, with a black mask and cat ears. 
   Since Bromhilda lived just a few blocks from the hotel Belinda was staying at, she decided to walk there instead of taking a cab. She decided the quickest route was through The Martha Wayne Memorial Park. Usually Belinda would had been leery to go through a park in a big city at this time of night, but this was Gotham City, home of The Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, the world’s greatest crime fighters. She felt safe here.
     Walking down a dark lane, a shadowy shape appeared before Belinda, Belinda couldn’t make out his features, but she could tell he was huge, and had what appeared to be… horns? As he drew closer, Belinda realized it wasn’t horns, it was ears. Bat ears. IT WAS BATMAN! And trailing behind him was Robin, The Boy Wonder!
     Batman took Belinda by her hand, and started to lead her over to a park bench. “Do you remember what I told you I would do the next time I caught you, Catwoman?” Batman asked Belinda.
   “I do, Batman!”, Robin said excitedly, “You said you would give her a SPANKING she would never forget! Are you really going to do that, Batman?”
   Batman replied, “A man should always keep his promises, Robin. Will you do me a favor, old chum? Will you run to The Batmobile, and get my Bat-Paddle?”
   “THE BAT-PADDLE?” Robin said, smiling devilishly, “OWIE! I heard the last time you paddled Ivy and Harley with that, they couldn’t sit down for a week! I’ll be right back!”
     UH OH! Belinda is in trouble again! Will Batman REALLY paddle our favorite German troublemaker? Stay tuned, for part two. Coming soon. Same brat time. Same brat channel.

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."

A Trip to Woodshed

"Autsch! That stings really bad..." Belinda whimpered, carefully looking behind her back. She heard, how the farmer left the woodshed about fifteen minutes ago, but still was too scared not just to leave the corner he put her into, but also to rub her burning bottom. Of course, it was her fault, she got punished. She really shouldn't scare geese by riding right into their flock on her motorcycle, but she still was sure, that the farmer was too cruel with her.

Belinda really hated being spanked. And that was exactly what the farmer did to her. He made her stop, pull up her skirt and pull down her panties and bend over her own motorcycle! And then he took off his leather belt and... Well, that surely weren't a minutes of her life, she would like to recall any time. Just like all the minutes she ever received a spanking before and will receive in future. And the belt was one of her most hated implements. Why? If only because it is a thing, which is somehow almost always around when it comes to corporal punishments. And it stings naughty butts pretty terrible! The thing Belinda learned many years ago and regularly received reminders. Much more regularly than she liked!

The German girl finally pluck up enough courage to give her terrible sore bottom few gentle rubs. She was even a bit grateful to the farmer for putting her in the corner. At least, she got some time to get her poor bottom to cool off, but even the thoughts that she'll need to continue her trip through American countryside on her bike, which she was so happy about just about a hour ago, were now terrifying her.

"Autsch!!! Mein arme Popo..."

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...

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Five: The Morning After

      It’s a sunny Sunday morning, and Belinda Krüger, a baby-faced blonde from Germany, is in her apartment, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, standing at her dining room table, eating her breakfast. Why is she eating standing up? She’s way too sore to sit down. The night before, her landlord, Juan Lopez, had spanked her most severely for playing her music way too loudly in the middle of the night. After drinking a bottle of dark German beer, Belinda goes back into her bedroom, and lies down on her bed, on her stomach. She then places an ice pack on her still burning bare buns, and turns on her tablet, hoping to find something to watch, that will hopefully take her mind off of how much pain she’s in.

   Down the street, Dreama Bennett was regretting going to Church. She had forgotten how painfully it was to sit on a hard wooden pew, when you had been spanked just a few hours before. Juan Lopez, had spanked her, too. Not nearly as severely as he had Belinda, but he had definitely sat her ass on fire. Her buns were still blazing, as red as a poisoned apple, and throbbing. She felt like she was sitting on a hot plate. She braced her hands on the pew, and raised her red hot rear into the air, just enough to keep it from touching the pew. She held it there, until her right hand slipped, and her plump posterior came crashing down, HARD, causing Dreama to shout, “DAMN, THAT HURTS!”

   Everybody in the Church, turned and stared at her in shock. Her face burning even hotter than her bottom, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I… pulled a muscle in my… my back yesterday. And it’s really hurting.”

   Pastor Owens gave Dreama a stern look that sent shivers down her spine. He had noticed her squirming back and forth all morning, like she used to do some Sunday mornings, before her late husband passed away. He always assumed she had been disciplined by her husband, and was proud of him for doing that. He believed sinners should be punished. He wondered who had punished her this time, and why. “Dreama,”, he said, his voice, deep and cold, “I would like to have a word with you after Church.”

   OH NO! Was Pastor Owens going to have a “talk” with her? Sometimes he told members of his flock, he needed to have a “talk” with them. Always in private. Last year, he had a “talk” with her friend, Patty Mullins. When Dreama asked her about that later, she told Dreama, “That talk left a lasting impression on me.”, while rubbing her ample asscheeks. Was she trying to imply that  Pastor Owens had… SPANKED her? Yes, Dreama did ask Juan to spank her, but the last thing she wanted right now was ANOTHER spanking, with her bottom already on fire. She spent the rest of the Church service, feeling like she did when she was a student back in Texas, on her way to the principal’s office. Except then, her bottom wasn’t burning until AFTER she left his office, not before.

    It’s Sunday night, and Dreama and Belinda are both lying in their beds, on their stomachs, their bare bottoms various shades of reds and purples. Dreama was right about what a “talk” with Pastor Owens entailed. After setting her ears ablaze with his fiery words, he took her across his lap, bared her bottom, and sat her still sizzling seat on fire, too. That spanking was because she had confessed she been spanked by somebody other than her husband. There was no way she could had kept that spanking a secret,  with her rear as red as a barn door. Next, to punish her for lying and cursing in Church, she was forced to bend across his desk, while he removed a wooden paddle from a desk drawer. He told her he called the paddle “A Taste Of Hellfire”. An apt name, after he had paddled her with it, Dreama’s cherry red cheeks were hotter than Hell. He then commanded her to sit, still bare-bottomed on a hard wooden stool, he called “The Sinner’s Seat” and write one hundred times, “I’ll never lie of use profanity in The House Of The Lord again.” That was extremely painful, since he had paid extra attention to her “sit spots” during her paddling. Finally finished with her lines, Pastor Owens gave her a big hug, wiped her tears, and told her he loved her. She walked home, thankful there was a cold wind blowing, she could feel through her thin and now way too tight skirt.

    Dreama hadn’t sat down since she got back to her apartment, and had checked out her blistered backside a thousand times in her hallway mirror. Her ass was deep dark red, her “sit spots” purple. Reaching back, she gave her throbbing rear a gentle caress, that caused her seat to sizzle. Reaching into her nightstand, hoping to find a tube of Aloe Vera, she saw an unopened pack of her late husband’s cigarettes. He had given up smoking, because Pastor Owens said it was a sinful habit. She remembered the time Pastor Owens saw Becky Miller had a pack of cigarettes in her purse, when she was leaving the Church, after his sermon. He had asked her to stay after everybody had left, to “talk” to her about that. The next time Dreama saw Becky, she told her, “Pastor Owens showed me the errors of my ways, I’m NEVER touching another cigarette.” Dreama knew now, how Pastor Owens had convinced her to do that. PAINFULLY aware.

    She dropped the cigarettes into a trash can by her bed. And then, smiling deviously, she retrieved them. And slipped them into her purse. The purse she planned to take with her the next time she went to Church.

     Across the hall, Belinda’s big bottom was still burning. She had tried to eat her dinner, sitting on top of a stack of cushy pillows, but even that was painful, and she ate that meal standing up too. Now, she was trying to ignore the pain in her posterior, and go to sleep, when she remembered she was supposed to start her new job in the morning. AS A BIKE MESSENGER! She sat the alarm on her phone, and cried herself to sleep. 

                                                                      THE END

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Four: The Brat and the Belt

    Belinda Krüger, a fat-bottomed fräulein from Germany, felt like she had just sat down on a hot stove, leaped off of it, into a bed of cactus. Her blistered buns were burning and stinging. Her landlord, Juan Lopez, had just spanked her for playing her music too loud and waking up everybody in his building. He was now beckoning the blonde brat to lay back across his lap, but she was frozen in place, unable to get anywhere near that wicked hairbrush again.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, an Amazon of a woman, with copper hair and frosty blue eyes, picked up Belinda’s discarded mini-skirt, from the floor, and removed her red leather belt from it’s loops. Mary thought belts were the perfect impediment for corporal punishment. She kept a well oiled belt in her cruiser, and sometimes used it on first time offenders. Just three nights ago, she broke up a fight between two rival gang members. A silver haired wild child, a member of THE WESTSIDE WOLF-GIRLS, and a green-haired member of THE WOLF-FANG GANG. They took their bare bottom spankings bravely, refusing to show any signs of weakness, in front of their rival. But once Mary had welted their asses with her belt, they both left that alley, screeching like banshees.

   Swinging the doubled over belt in her hand, Mary told Juan, “If you really want to teach that  brat a lesson she’ll NEVER forget, this is the perfect tool for the job. I can show you how to use it, if you want me to.”

   Belinda’s fear of the belt overrode her fear of the imposing policewoman, and she shouted, “Wait a minute, Herr Lopez, I said YOU could give me a spanking, NOT this bitch!”

   Mary stared at Belinda, Ike a snake at a mouse, her pale blue eyes almost hypnotizing the German troublemaker, “You know, I was sent here to investigate a noise complaint. I can still arrest you for that. So, you have a choice, bend over this chair, take your punishment like a good girl, and you can spend the rest of the night here in the comfort of your own apartment, trying to cool down your burning buns, or …. spend the rest of the night sitting in a jail cell.” Chuckling, Mary added, “Or should I say, STANDING in a jail cell? I doubt if you’ll feel like sitting down for a few days.”

   Belinda, cursing softly in German, bent over the back of the chair, gripping the seat tightly. In less than a minute, the officer had painted wide red stripes all of the way from Belinda’s already blazing bottom and down the backs of her legs, and back up again. The vicious redhead then bent over, and whispered into Belinda’s ear, “And THIS is for calling me a bitch.” before firing six extra hard strokes into Belinda’s “sit spots”.  

    Told her ordeal was finally over, the nearly hysterical brat began to hop from foot to foot, like she was marching in place, fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, howling like a lonely coyote. Once she had calmed down enough to speak, she ran to the  bathroom, shouted, “FUCK YOU BOTH!” before slamming and locking the door.

   Mary looked at Juan, and they both laughed. “Well, she may never play her music this time of night again, but that spanking didn’t approve her attitude much.”  Mary giggled. Juan had to agree, and thanked Mary before she left the apartment. 

   Juan locked the door to Belinda’s apartment and was surprised when he found Dreama was still standing in the hallway. “Well, I don’t know if it helped, but I took your advice, and gave Belinda a spanking.”

   Dreama said, her face turning red, “Yes, I… saw. You really blistered her good. That’s… what I wanted to talk to you about. I… may be late with my rent again this month. I know you told me I need to manage my finances better, and I really do try to. But… I think I need some sort of… “incentive “ to remind me to stick to my budget better. Would you care to stop by my apartment for a minute, so she can… talk about that?”

   Dreama was in bed, sleeping in the nude, when Belinda woke her up, and had just slipped on a silk robe when she went out to investigate what was going on. That silk robe wrapped around her like a second skin. Juan watched her as she walked to her apartment, her butt cheeks jiggling. He  punished Belinda because he thought she deserved a spanking, and hoped it would remind her to be a better tenant, in the future. This was different, if Dreama, a woman he had a crush on her years,  meant what he thought she meant, by needing some incentive, he was going to enjoy helping her with that problem.

   Fifteen minutes later, Belinda was face down on her bed, weeping bitterly, gently caressing her boiling buns. She was in an ungodly amount of pain, but also exhausted. She quickly cried herself to sleep. If she had been awake, she may had enjoyed the sounds coming from right next door. The woman who had suggested to Juan that she deserved a spanking, was currently across Juan’s lap herself. Her plump pale posterior rapidly turning redder and redder. The only different between the two spankings Juan dished out that night being, Belinda deserved hers, Dreama needed hers.

         STAY TUNED FOR THE FIFTH AND FINAL CHAPTER TO FIND OUT WHAT BELINDA

                      AND DREAMA DO “THE MORNING AFTER”. COMING SOON!

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Three: Juan Learns how to Give a Proper Spanking

 

    Belinda, a blonde brat from Germany, had agreed to let her landlord, Juan Lopez, give her a spanking, if he didn’t evict her for playing her favourite Rob Zombie album, as loud as possible, two o’clock in the morning. A decision she was currently regretting. Even over her leather mini-skirt, whenever Juan’s hand made it through her defenses, her hands and her wildly kicking legs, his hand left a burning imprint, that stung  like Belinda’s ample ass had just been attacked by a hundred angry hornets.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, a fair skinned woman with wild red hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent, had been sent to Belinda’s building to check out a noise complaint. She was watching Juan punishing Belinda, disappointed in his spanking technique. Mary was an expert spanker. Sometimes she offered a first time offender a choice, spend the night in jail, or the next ten minutes across her lap. Just last week, she caught a fat-bottomed girl with a big blonde mohawk spraying painting “A.C.A.B.” on the side of a sawmill. She chose the corporal punishment option, a bad choice in a lumber yard. After Mary sat the punk’s bare buns ablaze with her hand, she found a slat of wood that made a perfect paddle.That paddle left the bawling brat’s big butt sizzling, her “sit spots” smoking.

    Realizing she was doing a poor job of protecting her plump posterior, Belinda decided to squirm off of Juan’s lap before her buns got any warmer, a easy task, since he was just holding her down, with his hand on her shoulder. Once free, she began to hop from foot to foot, pouting prettily, while rubbing her rear, and pleading, “Please, Herr Lopez, no more. My Popo is on FIRE! I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER break another of your rules!”

   Mary’s icy eyes narrowed, giving Belinda a bone chilling stare, as she spoke to Juan, “Do you mind if I give you some advice on how to give a proper spanking?” Juan wondered why she would be able to give him advice like that, but said, “Yes, if you want to.”

  The policewoman stood up, towering over Belinda, and undid the German’s girl belt, allowing her black leather skirt to fall to her feet, leaving Belinda wearing just a tiny black thong. Turning Belinda around, she said to Juan, “Look. This brat’s bottom is barely pink. A serious spanking shouldn’t end until it’s bright red.” Belinda wanted to tell Mary, “Mind your own business, you spooky looking bitch!” but something about the officer scared Belinda.

    Mary O’Hara then placed Belinda back across Juan’s lap and instructed him, “Now, place your right leg, over her legs, she won’t be able to scissor her legs now. Take her right wrist with your left hand, and pin it to her back, so she won’t be able to use it to cover your intended target. Now, FIRE AWAY!”

   With Belinda finally locked in place, and now practically bare bottomed, Juan’s right hand became a blur. The room quickly filling with the thunderous cracks of Juan’s heavy hand against Belinda’s rapidly reddening rear, and the naughty German girl’s howls.

     A crowd had gathered outside of Belinda’s apartment, attracted to the noise. Since Mary had left Belinda’s front door wide open, they all had a clear view of what was happening. And loved it. All of the residents of Belinda’s building had a good reason for why they felt she deserved a good spanking. Joy, a cute nurse from Japan, turned to the crowd, and said while rubbing her butt, “I’m NEVER breaking one of Juan’s rules! OWIE! I bet that girl won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

   That gave Dreama Bennett an idea. Dreama’s late husband used to spank her, whenever he felt she deserved one. She missed those spankings now. The last time she was late with her rent, Juan had scolded her, telling her she needed to stick to her budget better. She wondered what he would do, if she told him she needed some “incentive” to do that.

   Back in Belinda’s apartment, Mary saw Belinda had a heavy oval hairbrush, lying on her couch. She picked it up, and handed it to Juan, saying with a sinister sneer, “If your hand is getting sore, use this.”

   Hearing that, Belinda shouted, “If your hand is getting SORE? What about my poor Popo. It really IS on FIRE now!”

    If Belinda thought her “Popo” was on fire before, the hairbrush rose the temperature of her roasting rear to the boiling point, turning her tush crimson, her “sit spots” maroon. She could feel blisters popping up like pimples on prom night all over her percolating posterior. Feeling like a witch, being burnt alive, she reached under the chair and gave Juan’s leg a vicious pinch. His leg shot up in the air, freeing Belinda’s legs, he released her wrist to rub the sting away, allowing her to tumble off of his lap, and do the LAST thing on Earth she wanted to do, land hard on her blistered bottom. Seeing the crowd watching her for the first time, she ran to the doorway, shouting, “I HOPE YOU SICK FUCKS  ENJOYED THE SHOW!” before slamming the door shut.

    Hearing that Juan said sternly, “You can’t talk to my tenants like that! Get your ass back over my lap, young lady, I’m not done spanking you yet!”

       STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER FOUR, “BELINDA AND THE BELT” TO FIND OUT WHAT

                                                  HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.       

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!

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

                            DREAM” TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.  COMING SOON.

The Copycat

    Belinda Krüger was scared. Her professor had asked her to follow her to her office after class to discuss what Professor Mannings said was “a matter of upmost importance”. Did Professor Mannings suspect Belinda had been cheating? Copying answers off of the other students’ test papers? If she did, Belinda could lose her scholarship.

    Professor Mandy Mannings pointed at a chair in front of her desk, and asked the pretty blonde to sit down. “Belinda, you may not know it, but I have a security camera in my classroom. I like to record my lectures. And my students when they take a test. To make sure none of them are cheating. I want you to watch this video, and tell me if I’m wrong or not, but it looks like you’re copying your answers off of Sally Mullins’ test sheet.” The dark haired Professor handed her phone to the nervous German girl. 

   Belinda took the phone with shaking hands, and watched the clip, hoping to be able to lie her way out of trouble. Belinda thought she was an expert liar, although on more than one occasion, lying had made a bad situation even worse for her, and her big bottom had usually paid the price for her lies. Watching the clip Belinda realized you could just see the back of her and Sally’s heads. The security camera must be located at the back of Professor Mannings’ classroom. 

    “Professor Mannings, you can just see the back of my head in this clip. You can’t tell for sure if I’m looking at Sally’s paper or not. And I wasn’t. If we had the same answers, that’s because ALL of the students with the CORRECT answers would all have the same answers, wouldn’t they?” Belinda said, proud of what she thought was a foolproof defense.

   Professor Mannings smiled, her dimples twinkling, “That’s true, Belinda. but would they all have the same INCORRECT answers? Unfortunately for you, you picked one of the worse students I’ve ever had to copy off of. You even misspelled the same words. Words I’ve seen Sally misspell before. I’m sorry. But I’m going to have to report this to the dean.”

    Tears began to fall out of Belinda’s big blue eyes and roll down her pretty cheeks. “Please, Professor Mannings, don’t do that. I’ll lose my scholarship and be expelled. I admit it, I copied Sally’s answers. But…  something came up last weekend and I didn’t have time to study.” The ““something” was a keg party at the local fraternity house, but Belinda didn’t think revealing that bit of info would help her case much. “Please, Professor, if you let me take that test over, I promise I’ll pass it.”

     The Professor ran her fingers through her jet black hair, watching Belinda closely, her dark brown eyes troubled. “Belinda, have you noticed what’s on my desk?” For the first time Belinda, did. Lying on top of a stack of books was a large oval hairbrush, as black as sin. Belinda gasped, a hairbrush just like that one, had blistered her bottom more than once, and had left the German brat unable to sit down for days.

    Professor Mannings smiled sinisterly, “Ah, I can tell by your reaction, you know what a hairbrush like this can do to a young girl’s backside. And so do I. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but when I was in high school,  my history teacher caught me cheating on a test and sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my aunt, and she showed up with this very hairbrush. Right there, in front of the principal and his secretary, she took me across her knee, and blistered my bare bottom. That was the worse spanking I ever got, but I knew I deserved it, every fiery crack of that brush, and I NEVER cheated again.  And now that I’m a professor, I use it to teach my students a lesson, hoping they’ll never cheat again. So, yes, I will let you take this test over, and not report you to the dean, if you agree to allow me to punish you for cheating first, Belinda.”

   Belinda sat in her seat, squirming, as if her bottom was already on fire. She had heard the hairbrush’s song before, playing a steady rhythm on her bare backside, as she sang along. Each stroke adding fuel to the fire, raising bruises and blisters. But what could she do? She didn’t want to lose her scholarship, and she hated to admit it, Professor Mannings was right, she should be punished for going to a party instead of studying, and then cheating. Belinda whispered, “If you let me take that test over, you can… spank me, Professor Mannings.”

      “Good girl, Belinda, I think this will do you a world of good”, Mandy said as she moved her chair into the center of her office.”Now, bare your bottom and get over my lap, you naughty thing.”

   Embarrassed, the German girl slipped out of her jeans and underwear and slid over her professor’s lap. Mandy admired Belinda’s big bottom, so full and round, and currently as white as winter snow. But Mandy knew it wouldn’t be that shade much longer. Belinda wasn’t the first student to find herself across Mandy’s lap. There had been a number of them, both males and females. Even a few of her fellow professors. And they had all ended up dancing before her, frantically rubbing their burning backsides, their heads thrown back, as they howled to Heaven. But none of them had an ass as glorious as this German brat. She had wanted to light it on fire the first time she saw Belinda walk into her classroom.

   And now she was finally going to get to. She started slow and gently. Playful spanks. Until Belinda’s big bottom was pink and tingling. Barely warm. Giving Belinda false hope, that she may actually enjoy her punishment, until the swats began to fall faster and faster, harder and harder, turning Belinda’s rear redder and redder. Toasting her tush. A fire that started in the center of each of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, and then began to spread from one side to the other, until every inch of her backside was blazing. Especially her sit spots. Mandy made sure she raised a fine crop of blisters there before releasing Belinda. 
   Belinda flew off of her professor’s lap, shocked by how hot her bottom felt when she touched it, finding it was way too sore to rub like she wanted to. She danced from foot to foot, a comical and childish dance, sobbing loudly, while Mandy watched her hungrily.

   When Belinda finally regained her senses, she asked Professor Mannings, “So, when I can I retake that test?”

   The dark haired woman, moved her hard wooden chair back over to her desk, and said, “Right now. Oh, and don’t bother to get dressed. You can leave those off until you finish this exam.”

   Belinda blue eyes grew wide, “But … there’s no way I can sit down right now! My popo is on FIRE!”

    Mandy grinned devilishly, “I told you you could take this test over. I never told you when. It’s now or never. Your choice, girl. But if you don’t take it, I’ll be forced to fail you and you’ll lose your scholarship.”

    The big bottomed blonde struggled to sit down, and was able to, only after trying three times. And even then, she couldn’t concentrate on her test. Mandy and Belinda was only able to think of one thing for the next half hour, Belinda’s fiery red rear.

  It was a week later, and Belinda was again in Professor Mannings’ office. Sitting in the exact same chair she had taken her makeup test in. But this time she was able to do so without squirming. The bruises and blisters from Professor Mannings’ hairbrush’s assault on the cute blonde’s ample ass had mostly faded away. 

     Professor Mannings, a lovely woman in her late thirties, handed Belinda her test back, with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Belinda, you did even worse on your makeup test. I’m still going to have to fail you. And, as you know, you were warned by the dean, if you failed one more class, you would lose your scholarship.”

   Belinda began to cry even louder than she did the work before, when the Professor was setting her plump posterior on fire. “ But… I couldn’t think straight when I took that test. Not after what you just did. Trying to remember my studies, while struggling to sit still in this chair. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a campfire. Plus I told you I didn’t have the time to study last weekend.” 

    “Yes, you did, Belinda, and why was that? What was so important that you didn’t have the time to study?” the Professor asked, eyeing Belinda suspectedly. 

     “Well… I… Saturday night, I… that is… “, Belinda tried to think of a believable lie, while nervously eyeing the hairbrush that was still lying on Professor Manning’s desk. “I got food poisoning, and was at the ER all night, and was sick all day Sunday, too.” 

   “Hmmm. that’s interesting. Linda Harris told me she saw you at a fraternity party Saturday night and you were there until about two o’clock in the morning, before she saw you stumbling back to your dorm with a member of the punk band that was playing at that party.” 

   Belinda’s cheeks blushed as red as her ass did the week before, “I’m sorry, I lied about that. I did go to a party, and stayed there longer than I meant to. But if you let me take that test over. On Monday. I promise, I’ll stay in my room ALL weekend and study for it. Please, Professor Mannings.”

     “I guess I could give you another chance. I hate to see any student lose their scholarship. But maybe I should give you something to think about before you leave my office today. Something that will remind you to spend your time this weekend studying instead of partying.” Professor Mannings said, reaching for her hairbrush.

    It was Saturday night and Belinda was indeed in her room, studying. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, with an ice pack on her bare dark red rear. Twenty four hours after her second spanking from Professor Mannings, and Belinda’s big butt was STILL on fire. She had really tore the German girl’s ass up this time. She had purple bruises in the center of each of her chubby butt cheeks, bruises she knew would take a week to fade away. She planned on taking a pillow with her, when she took her makeup test on Monday. Take it and pass it. Belinda NEVER wanted to give Professor Mannings another reason to spank her.

Some Arguments

She said: "Bundesliga is BETTER than American college football!"
He yelled: "BLASPHEMY!!!" and then added some non-verbal arguments to that.

Fire and Ice

    Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany, with ice blue eyes and a bubble butt, stormed into her apartment and headed right towards her refrigerator. Opening the freezer she removed one of the many ice packs she had stored in there. Why so many, you may ask. If you got spanked as often as Belinda did, your freezer would be full of ice packs, too. 

   Removing her skirt and panties, Belinda checked her plump posterior out in her full length mirror. It was even redder than she expected it to be. Holding an ice pack to her boiling butt cheeks, she sighed. “For such a tiny woman, Professor Amanda McClain sure can spank hard. Of course, she was using a hairbrush. That damn brush burned like Hell fire!”

 

   Professor McClain was Belinda’s art professor. She was thirty some years old, only five feet tall, and probably weighted ninety pounds. But she swung a hairbrush like a lumberjack swings his axe. Belinda was babysitting the professor’s daughter, Amy, for her tonight. Once Amy went to bed, Belinda decided to make herself a snack. Opening the refrigerator, Belinda saw Amanda had a bottle of wine. The temptation was too great for the alcohol loving girl, and she poured herself a glass. Turning she was surprised to see Amanda standing behind her. Belinda hadn’t heard her come in. Amanda, fire raging in her eyes, grabbed Belinda by the ear, and marched her into her bedroom.

 

     “I’m paying you to watch my daughter, NOT to get drunk. On the wine I was saving for my party tomorrow.” Amanda said, as she sat down in a chair by her bed, before pulling Belinda across her lap, flipping up her short skirt, and pulling down her panties. Picking up a large oval hairbrush from her nightstand, she began to rain fire down on Belinda’s big bottom.

   Hearing the commotion, the loud cracks from Amanda’s hairbrush, the yells from Belinda, Amy went into her mother’s bedroom to investigate. “Mommy, why are you spanking Belinda? Has she been bad?”

 

   “Yes, Amy, she’s been very, very naughty.” Amanda said, as she continued her assault on Belinda’s ample ass.

 

   Shocked by how red Belinda’s bottom was, Amy asked her, “Does your booty hurt, Belinda?”

    “Does it hurt? My ass is on FIRE!” Belinda said tearfully.

 

   “OH, Mommy, Belinda said a BAD word! Are you going to spank her for that, too?” Amy asked.

    Amanda had decided Belinda’s had been punished enough, but hearing that, she decided to continue. “How dare you use profanity in front of a child you’re supposed to be watching! You’re  a horrible role model.”

 

   “But…”, Belinda, said, begging for mercy. “I’m from Germany. I did not know that was a bad word here.”

 

   “Well, then, this will be a lesson to teach you how to behave when you’re hired to babysit somebody’s child AND an English lesson.” Amanda said before landing a final thirty swats on Belinda’s already blistering bottom, fifteen for each cherry red cheek, mainly on Belinda’s sit spots. 

   Releasing the bawling blonde from her lap, Belinda began to bounce around the bedroom, from foot to foot. Howling and rubbing her neon red rear. Amy thought she looked so silly, she couldn’t stop laughing.

   After a few minutes, Belinda had calmed down enough, to apologise to Amanda. While she did, Amy reached up and touched Belinda’s bottom, “WOW, your booty is HOT, Belinda! And RED! I’m glad Mommy never spanks me. I just get sent to time-out. I have to sit in the corner, in my naughty chair.”

   “That’s a really good idea, Amy” Amanda said as she turned the hard wooden chair she had just spanked Belinda in towards the wall. “I want you to sit here for half a hour, Belinda. Then I’ll pay you, and you can go home.”

 

   “BUT I CAN’T SIT DOWN! Not after that spanking!” the German brat protested, before seeing Amanda reaching once again for her hairbrush. That prompted Belinda to quickly hop onto the chair, and just as quickly hop back up. “AUTSCH! That hurts.” Amy giggled at that, but Amanda didn’t find it amusing. She gave Belinda’s fire engine red rear another half dozen hard swats, before Belinda gingerly sat back down.

 

   After a half hour, that seemed much longer to Belinda, as she squirmed back and forth, trying in vain to get comfortable, as comfortable as a girl could be, when she felt like she was sitting on hot coals, Amanda came back into her bedroom. “Belinda, I was talking to Amy while you were in time-out. She loves you and thinks I was overly harsh with you. Maybe … she’s right. I know you’re a good girl. And it was just one glass of wine. I want to apologize, and give you this. A bonus. A extra hundred dollars. And to ask you, if you can babysit Amy again next Friday.”

 

      Belinda thanked her and told Amanda she would see her Friday. Now, in her apartment, with the ice packs slowly cooling down her burning buns, Belinda had to smile. If she got a hundred dollars EVERY time she got spanked, she would be a millionaire in no time.

Bad Girl from Valley High: More Bad Luck

   Cindy Lou was still standing in the hallway, when Miss Browning exited Belinda’s room, closing the door behind her. For just a second, Cindy got a quick glimpse of Belinda, dancing by her bed, as she furiously rubbed her crimson butt  cheeks. Cindy was shocked by how red Belinda’s rear was, and decided, right then and there, she was NEVER going to give Miss Browning an excuse to punish her.

   The redhead, sweating and out of breath, smiled at Cindy and said, “I just had a talk with Belinda. I don’t think she’ll ever bother you again.” Cindy thanked her as they both walked back down the hallway. 

    Inside her room, Belinda stood on shaky legs, wishing she could sit down, but knowing from last weekend, how painful that would be. She opened her window and laid on her bed, hoping the night winds would help to cool down her sizzling hot buns,  but it didn’t. She still felt like her big bottom was boiling. Remembering there was an ice machine in the basement, where the students washed their clothes, she picked up her wastebasket and headed downstairs.

   In the basement, two of the students, dressed for the night as goth girls were doing their laundry, before heading out to the local goth club. Tonight was their favourite night there, it was Bad Girl Night, a night where you could act out your favourite fantasies. Della loved being spanked in front of a crowd, and Jill loved spanking her. The two girls were shocked by Belinda’s appearance, when she entered the laundry room. Her hair was a mess, her eyes red and swollen, and she was walking stiff legged, like a robot. A wastebasket in one hand, her other rubbing her roasting rear.

     Already in a bad mood, and in a lot of pain, the German brat screamed at the goth girls, “WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS LOOKING AT? ISN’T THERE A HOUSE SOMEWHERE YOU SHOULD BE HAUNTING?”

    Della, the more sensitive of the two, was hurt by Belinda’s verbal assault, and felt like she wanted to cry. Jill, however, seeing someone hurt her girlfriend’s feelings, was furious. “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO US LIKE THAT! WE HAVE A RIGHT TO DRESS ANYWAY WE WANT TO ON THE WEEKEND!”

    “And THAT’S how you chose to dress?” Belinda snarled, “ Like two escapees from a freak show? You look like goth clowns.”

   Seeing Della begin to cry, Jill slipped a pair of handcuffs out of her oversized purse, one of the items she planned on using later that night at the goth club. Before she knew what was happening, Della had forced Belinda across a chair, and handcuffed one of her hands to the leg. She then turned to Della, and with an icy whisper, she said, “Looks like we found a bad girl early tonight. Raise up her skirt, and let’s show her what we do to naughty girls with foul mouths.”

   Della did, and was shocked to see the state of Belinda’s bottom, swollen and a deep dark magenta, with bruises and blisters decorating her sit spots. “WOW! It looks like somebody already beat you to it, Jill. That’s one well spanked ass.” Della said, as she gently traced a finger across Belinda’s blisters. “Her butt is STILL as hot as a pepper pod.”

    “So, Miss High And Mighty, you call US freaks and you like to be dominated. Well, if you like to be spanked, you’re going to love THIS.” Jill, said, smiling devilishly, as she removed a heavy leather strap from her purse.

Grizzly Rage

    Belinda Krüger, an eighteen year old blue eyed blonde exchange student from Germany was jogging down a nature trail in Northern California. Belinda was wearing a red t-shirt, two sizes too small, and jean shorts so skimpy they exposed the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks. Her long blonde hair, weaved into braids, swung back and forth as she ran. Rounding a curve in the trail, she saw two bear cubs frolicking in front of her. Belinda, having heard tales when she was a child in Germany of bears attacking and dragging off villagers into the woods, was deadly afraid of the creatures. Even baby bears. 

   Scooping up a handful of pebbles, the pixie faced blonde tossed them at the cubs, hoping to scare them off. One of the stones struck a cub smartly on his nose, and he fled back into the woods, crying loudly. His sister followed close behind. Belinda, pleased with herself, for standing up bravely against what she thought was the beginning of a dangerous bear attack, smiled broadly, until she heard an earth shattering roar directly behind her. Turning, she froze in fear, when she saw a gigantic grizzly bear standing directly behind her.

    Before she had a chance to run away, the bear snatched Belinda  by one of her braids and dragged her over to a nearby tree stump. Sitting down, the female bear forced the frightened girl across her knee. The two cubs, feeling safer now than their mother had returned, crept back out of the underbrush, to see what their mother was going to do to the mean human who had attacked them.

     Momma Bear slipped Belinda’s shorts and panties down, careful not to scratch her. She wanted to punish this human for hurting her son, not maim her. Then she pointed at her cubs, as if she wanted to make sure they were watching, to see what happened to naughty humans. And mischievous cubs.

    Then, she spanked Belinda. A quick short spanking, less than a minute long and just six swats in total. But bears are incredibly strong. Belinda, a girl who was naughty by nature, had been spanked many times, but that was probably the hardest and most painful spanking she had ever gotten. Her previously pale posterior was now candy apple red, her butt cheeks looked like two over ripe tomatoes, covered in blisters. And burning as brightly as a bonfire. 

     Releasing the bawling bombshell, Belinda began to hop from foot to foot, howling, with her hands gently rubbing her roasting rear. The cubs mimicked her, dancing back and forth, while applauding with their paws. After a few minutes, Belinda realized she had kicked her shorts and panties off, deep into the woods, during her spanking and didn’t see them anywhere. She was about to search for them when she heard the mother bear growl angrily, while pointing with her paw at the trail. Deciding that was a good time to leave, Belinda ran back down the trail, her hands plastered to her fire engine red rear.

     Running past a lake in the state park, it dawned on Belinda, water puts out fires. Seeing nobody else around, Belinda slipped her top off and dove into the lake buck naked. Floating on her back, her hotter than Hell hiney submerged in the soothing water, Belinda decided to stay there until her bottom had cooled down. 

    Half a mile away, a park ranger, a tall muscular woman, with jet black hair and menacing green eyes, was watching Belinda with her binoculars, from her watch tower. She smiled wickedly, as she spoke to herself, “So, there’s another foolish girl, who thinks it’s OK to skinny dip in MY state park! I bet she’ll never do that again after I catch her.” Jenny Jenclaire, the park ranger, loved arresting people who broke the park’s rules. And offering some of them, mainly the pretty young women, a choice, spend a few nights SITTING in a jail cell, or … not being able to SIT DOWN for a few days. They usually chose the latter, and left the park, in tears, rubbing their extremely sore and sizzling seats. Never to return. Grabbing a thick leather belt off of her desk,  Jenny rushed down the watch tower’s ladder and sped off in her jeep.