Belinda Krüger, a substitute teacher from Germany, currently working at a high school in Texas, was sitting at her desk, watching her students return to class, following their lunch break. She was surprised when the student she had just paddled before lunch, passed her desk, smiling mischievously. Tammy Taylor certainly wasn’t smiling when she left the class, she was bawling like a baby. Belinda watched her wince as she sat down gingerly at her desk. Evidently, her bottom was still burning and throbbing. So why was she so happy?
Belinda was wondering about Tammy’s strange reaction to having her
bottom blistered, when the class’ intercom interrupted her thoughts. It
was the school’s principal, Rachael Ferguson. “Miss Krüger, please
report to my office. I need to have … a word with you. And please bring
your paddle with you.”
What an unusual request. Rachael had
her own paddle. A paddle the students had nicknamed The Sizzler. She
could start a fire with that paddle that burnt for hours, and left
matching bruises on both of your butt cheeks. Why did she want to borrow
Belinda’s paddle? Maybe she had forgotten and left The Sizzler at home.
After telling her class to work on their homework, she headed towards
the principal’s office. Walking down the hallway, she saw a girl with
jet black hair exit Rachael’s office. She had clearly just been paddled.
She was crying, causing her mascara to run. And she had both of her
hands plastered to her plump posterior, trying desperately to rub out
the fires raging back there.
Belinda has big blue eyes,
long blonde hair she likes to wear in braids, and a cute pixie face.
This gives her an Angelic appearance, but she’s actually quite devilish.
And mean. Watching this girl suffer made her smile. Belinda asked her,
“What’s your name, girl, and why aren’t you in class?” Belinda liked to
call the high school students “boys and girls”, even though she was just
a few years older than most of them.
Sniffling, the girl
answered her, “My name is Maria. Maria Rodriguez. My history teacher
sent me to see Principal Ferguson. I’m returning to class now.”
“Why did your history teacher send you to the principal’s office?” Belinda asked Maria, hoping to embarrass her.
Maria replied, while wiping tears from her eyes, “Mr. Wilson caught me copying answers off of the student next to me.”
Belinda, who had cheated on every test she had a chance to, when she
was in school, pretended to be disgusted, “That’s horrible! What did
Principal Ferguson say to you?”
Maria wanted to shout, “YOU
JUST SAW ME LEAVING HER OFFICE, CRYING AND RUBBING MY BUTT! WHAT DO YOU
THINK SHE DID? SHE BUSTED MY ASS, YOU STUPID FOREIGN BITCH!”, but she
knew that would likely result in her getting ANOTHER paddling, on her
already roasting rear. So, she said, “She … paddled me.”
Belinda smiled wickedly, “Good. That’s what cheaters deserve. I hope that taught you a lesson you’ll NEVER forget.”
“It did, Ma’am. I’m NEVER cheating again.” Maria whined, before
disappearing into the girls’ room next to the principal’s office. Once
inside, Maria lowered her neon green tights, and looked in the bathroom
mirror. Her bottom looked like two swollen overripe tomatoes, with
bruises already beginning to form at the bottom of both of her burning
butt cheeks. Sitting at a hard wooden desk for the rest of the day was
going to be murder.
Belinda knew Maria was checking out
the damage Rachael had done to her big ass. She wished she could see
that, too. She had to admit, she was jealous of how effective Principal
Ferguson was with her paddle. She had seen football players leaving her
office, shaking and crying. Maybe she would ask Rachael to give her some
tips.
Belinda didn’t know it yet, but she was about to
get a demonstration of just how hard Rachael could paddle. On her own
bare bottom.
