The Fox and the Wolf

"OW!!! OWIEE!!! HOWL!!!! EYOOW!!!"

"Howl as much as you want, big bad she-wolf! But I won't stop, until I'll be sure that you are sorry for what you did to my chicken!" thoughts: "Well, I need to admit, that chicken was just delicious!"

Warm Welcome

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Bitte, stop! AUA!!!"

"Oh, no problem! We may stop, but in this case we'll just leave you here like this, and I have no idea, how will go back to town, since you don't know the road at all!"

"Yes, German! Don't be so grumpy! Think of this like as a welcoming!"

"A warm welcoming!"

"AUTSCH!!! Too warm! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!!"

I am the Law

"AU!!! Hey! Is this really legal in your country?!"

"Hold still, woman! I am the policeman, so I have a right to decide what is legal and what is not! And if you don't want to go to a temporary detention facility, you'd better not to interrupt this punishment!"

Hard Luck Minx

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Stop this! AUA!!!!"

"Stupid German minx! Do you really think I came here with my wife only to cheat on her?! And you dare to making a pass at me in front of everyone! Oh, I'll show you what happens to such a naughty minxes back in my land!"

"AUTSCH!!!"

"Hehe! Spank her good, dear!"

"AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!!"

Showing Curves

"May I just cover myself and go? Maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Stand still, sly puss! Do you really think, you may tease all those men, who are passing by my home with those slutty tits of yours and get away with it?"

"But I was just taking sunbath!"

"Topless? I don’t know how it’s customary in Germany, but here in Russia we don't show our naked bodies to everyone! So, if you want to show some of your curves, I'll made you stand with your freshly switched slutty backside on display!"

A Loud Morning

Belinda was spending her vacation in Russia. She stayed at her Russian's friend's Maria country house. Besides her and Maria, there were two more tenants - a Russian girl named Olga and her husband Roman. Roman, or, as he asked to call him, Roma, was very handsome young man. And when on the second after her arrival, he started flirting with Belinda, she was happy to return love. Two days later, early in the morning, Belinda was awakened by a hard spank over her plump bottom. She jumped in bed, opened her eyes wide and saw Olga and Maria.

"Time to wake up, slutty bitch!" Olga said "Had Roman and you thought, that I won't notice anything?"

"Is it my fault, that he was flirting with me? I did not started this!" Belinda offered excuse.

"Look, bitch! If you want to stay in my house, you will behave like a decent woman!" Maria said strictly "Now get this fat German ass of yours from the bed and go cut some switches! Now!"

Sobbing, Belinda went outside to cut the switches. She was pretty sure, that she knew, what was going to happen. But when she returned, she was very surprised. Olga and Maria decided, that since Belinda didn't seduce Roman, the all the responsibility is over him...

Russian Holidays

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo! AU!!! It stings and frostbites in the same time! AUA!!!"

"Hold still, you! I don't know, how you, Germans, celebrate Christmas in your Motherland, but I won't tolerate your drunken singing in the middle of the street in my town!"

Hot Summer Day

"Two big cola, please! And put there as many ice cubes as it is possible! Or... Emm... Can you give me just a big cup of ice, please?"

Sore Temptress

"Did you really thought, that I'll cheat on my beloved wife after you wagged your naughty German ass around right in front of her? Stupid harlot!"

"AU!!! You could just... AU!!! ...say, that... AU!!! ...you do not... AUA!!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!!"

First Prize

"Maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Shut up, Krüger! You had bet your fat German ass, that you'll beat Williams, and you failed! So, no it's time to pay! Are you ready, Williams?"

"Oh, yeah! Prepare for pain, German fool!"

"Nein!"

Bad Workout

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Well, I can forgive you for jogging through my land. But how dared you to use fences around my paddocks for your steeplechase?! Oh, you will pay my for crushing them! All my gooses are ran away anyway, so I have all the time I need to drive this lesson home!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!! Mein arme Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

 

Public Revenge

"AUTSCH!!! That stings! AUA!!!"

"Oh, it suppose to sting, German bitch!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

"Hold still! Oh, I'll show you, how we're dealing with a foreign trollops, who flirting with our boyfriends, here in Russia!"

"AUA!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!!"

"Oh, you have no idea, how sorry you will be and how sore will be this slutty German ass of yours!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!!!"

World Spanking Tour - Happy Russia Day!

 

Result of Rivalry

*thoughts*: "Ouch! My poor bum! Damn you, Belinda! You, fat ass German fool! Didn't I warn you, that teasing this Russian guy is very bad idea?!"

Oh, these Russians

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! But I just... AUTSCH!!!"

"Shut up! How dare you complain, that my kids were making noise this morning! You! You, Germans, attacked out country at four hours in the morning in 1941!"

Music Connecting People

“NeuNunDNeUnZig LuFtBaLlons!…”

The shrill voice of an intoxicated Belinda Krüger blared through the bar’s speakers. After the pandemic had ended, the young German blonde had decided that she needed a vacation, and what better vacation than a paradise island, white sandy beaches and happy hour cocktail nights?

She’d packed her bag, mostly bikinis and beach towels, all in the colours of the German flag. She found that it was always a great conversation starter when she was abroad, and she liked meeting new people… even though it often ended up with her bottom a burning, bright red. She didn’t really know why, but it was the way these things went. Thinking about it, she had also packed a few bottles of lotion, just in case…

That night, much to her delight, was Karaoke night at the bar she had found herself frequenting. The place was nice, the drinks cheap and well mixed. There was a stage where concerts, lectures, improv had happened before, and where the singers were that night. Well, singer, singular. With most patrons busy drinking and socialising, she was already on her third song. More than a few drinks in, she had started badly, and it wasn’t getting any better. 

“Auf iHrEm WeG zUm HoRiZOnt!…”

She continued belting out the words, out of tune and slightly behind on the music. In her drunk ears, it sounded perfect, and she bellowed the lyrics in what she thought was a sultry singer’s voice. More and more patrons were looking at her, frowning. Some were shaking their heads, some wincing and covering their ears. Even the barmen and barmaids were rising an eyebrow. With drunk tourists coming around every Karaoke night, they should have been used to it, but she was particularly bad. Belinda turned around and started wiggling her bikini-clad round buttocks while the song played on, oblivious to the increasingly disapproving crowd.

As she was about to start butchering the third verse, a man got up to her. An athletic, mid-thirties guy, he was only wearing knee-long shorts and sandals, with a lei, a flower garland, covering his muscular chest. Not bad looking, Belinda thought, looking over her shoulder as he came closer. Eastern European, maybe? Maybe Russian? In a heavily accented English, he said:

“I think it’s time you stop!”

Definitely Russian. She ignored him and carried on singing and waggling her derrière enticingly. What was he going to do, huh? She laughed and jumbled the next words in the song.

“Hey! Devochka! I’m talking to you!” the man said, and she made a show of ignoring him. The man banged his glass down on a nearby table and leapt on stage, going for her microphone. She splashed the drink she was holding in his face, and it went all over the flower garland. If she was hoping it would stop him, she was very wrong. With a grunt, he grabbed the microphone in one hand and her arm in the other.

“Oh you like singing, da? I have a song for you!”

Frowning, he dragged a stool over with his foot and sat down, still on stage, bringing her down over his knees in one swift movement. The music was still playing.

“Was?” Belinda cried, “What are you doing?! Hör auf! Stop!”

“Nyet!” was the only response as his hand came slamming down on her ass, over the German-coloured bikini bottoms. She yelled, in anger, surprise, and in pain. How dare he! He was ruining the song! In her drunken state, she hadn’t registered yet that everybody in the bar had stopped their conversation and were staring at them.

Slap! Slap! Slap!, the man started smacking her bottom to the rhythm of the song. She could see the metronome on screen counting 193 bpm. A few seconds in and her bottom was already burning. AUTSCH! she yelled, “Stop! Mein Popo!”

“Sing, then, little njémka! What are the lyrics again?”, the Russian man laughed, and he mockingly started singing “Ninety nine red bottoms… Spanked in the summer bar!”

The slap continued, and so did the song, “Ninety-nine slaps of the hand… For a very drunk German!”

Somehow, the bad rhyme worked in his accent. Slap! Slap! Slap!, he didn’t miss a beat. She bit her lip not to cry out in pain. Someone from the public yelled:

“Ninety-nine well spanked buttocks… I like my whisky on the rocks!”

The whole bar erupted in laughter, and tears of pain streamed down Belinda’s cheeks. Her drunken haze was clearing out fast, and her bottom burned with pain. Another patron came to the stage and grabbed the microphone:

“Ninety-nine bad girls in town… Let’s pull her bikini down!” he sang with a grin.

More laughter, and the microphone got passed around as the Russian man grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled them down to her thighs. “Nein! Nein! Das kannst du nicht machen! You can’t!” Belinda yelled, and tried to get them back up, or at least cover herself, but there was nothing she could do and the slaps fell harder on her naked cheeks. Crimson as they were, they were only getting redder by the minute. More people joined in the song:

“Ninety-nine smacks, that’s quite rough… But I don’t think she’s had enough!”

Laughs and appreciative whistling, more hard slaps on her bottom. People were holding their phone up, filming the whole thing. Someone pushed a button on the Karaoke machine and the song started playing again from the start. “Ach du großer Gott!”, Belinda moaned.

“Ninety-nine hard slaps and more… I think she needs an encore!” sang a woman. Slaps hit Belinda’s thighs and made her cry out. She kicked her legs, but it only made her round cheeks wiggle more, much to the delight of the audience. There were cheers and laughs as they bounced and wobbled with each slap, the noise blending with the music.

“Ninety-nine slaps on her butt… That’ll teach that German slut!” sang a young local that she had been flirting with earlier. Again and again, the Russian man’s big hands fell down on her ass. It would be bruised for days, she thought! And she only had bikinis to wear… Even if she went to a different part of the island, there would be no way to hide her shame… And with the videos being filmed, or even livestreamed, even people at home might see… “Ach, scheiße…”, she murmured…

“Ninety-nine smacks on her ass… Serves her well, that cheeky lass!” said an Irishman next, and on and on it went, people having the time of their life while her bottom was thoroughly punished, and her dignity reduced to nothing.

After the song was played a third time, she was sobbing and begging, and the Russian man took pity on her at last. But her ordeal was far from over. Lifting her up, he made her stand on stage, her hands over her head while people came up to take pictures and selfies next to her glowing red bottom. When the bar finally closed , she pulled her bikini bottoms up and ran into the night and to her hotel. Once in her room, she was glad to have packed lotion. Once more, she would have to sleep on her belly. And in her head, she could still hear the song…

“Denkst du vielleicht grad an mich?

Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich…”

Bad Memories

 

The First and the Last Warning

"I don't care, where you're from, girl, but if you can't read the signs, I'll explain you more simple! My land is my property! And I won't see any arrogant tourists hanging around on my land! Is that clear? If I'll ever catch you again, I'll give you a good dozen of the carpet beater!"

"AU!!! AUA!!! Mein Popo!!"

Oxymoron

"AU!!! But this is ridiculous! AU!!! That is an oxymoron! AUA!!!"

"You can call it whatever you will, but you have no right to say, that our traditions are silly! Yes, this holiday calls Old New Year! And here, in Russia, we're celebrating it for a very long time! So, I won't tolerate any jokes about our tardiness or heavy drinking! Ty, naglaya nemetskaya zadnica!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!"

Sore Loser