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.

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