Bend Over, Belinda!

   Belinda was taking her nightly walk, a walk that took her past her boss’ house. The pretty German girl was thinking about how angry her boss, Molly McCray, had been with her today. Blaming her for their company losing one of their biggest accounts. And maybe it was her fault, but Belinda felt Miss McCray was being too harsh with her, and had hurt her feelings. She was doing the best she could. She loved that job.

    Belinda felt like crying thinking about it, when she heard a scream. Coming from Molly McCray’s house. She crept across the lawn, to the only lighted room in the house, and carefully peeped into the window. What she saw shocked her. Molly McCray, wearing just her bra, was bent across the back of a coach in her living room. There was a single red stripe branded across her creamy white bottom. Standing behind Molly, with a thick leather belt in his hand, was Mr. Wilson, the owner of the company they both worked for. MOLLY WASN’T JUST DATING HER BOSS, SHE WAS ALSO A FREAK! Belinda decided she needed to record this on her phone, so she could enjoy watching that bitch getting her big ass blistered over and over. Maybe she would even show it to her coworkers. Or post it on social media. 

     In less than a minute, Mr. Wilson had turned Molly’s entire bottom candy apple red. It made Belinda smile, seeing her boss suffer. “That’s what you deserve for being so mean.”, she giggled. Mr. Wilson then forced Molly to go stand in the corner, with her hands on her head, not permitting her to rub her crimson and swollen backside. “I bet her popo is on fire.” Belinda whispered, smiling mischievously.  Mr. Wilson then left the room, but Belinda kept recording her boss, hoping Mr. Wilson would return soon, to continue her punishment, when Belinda felt a hand on her shoulder!

     IT WAS MR. WILSON! “Follow me, young lady.”, he said, forcing Belinda into Molly’s house. Once inside, he called to Molly, “Molly, I thought I heard someone outside when I was … uh .. we were having our little talk, so I went out and caught this young lady hiding in the bushes. I think she was recording us on her phone.”

    Molly, now wearing panties, which did little to hide the fact that she had just received a hard strapping, came storming into the room, with her hands furiously rubbing her roasting rear. “THAT’S BELINDA!”, she shouted, “ That’s the stupid bitch that fucked up the Benson account!”

   “Oh, yes, Belinda. I didn’t recognize you in the dark.”, Mr. Wilson said, “Do you care to explain why you were recording me and Miss McCray?”

    “Uh, we’ll …” Belinda began nervously, “We live on the same street, so when I take my nightly walk, I go right past Miss McCray’s house. Tonight I thought I heard Miss McCray screaming, so I snuck up to her house, to check on her. Because I was worried about her. I had my phone out, to record what was happening in here, in case I needed proof to show the police. Then I saw it was just you two … doing what you were doing. I never knew Miss McCray was such a freak.”

    “I’M NOT A FREAK, BITCH!”, Molly shouted, her face as red as her bottom.

    Mr. Wilson turned towards Molly, giving her an icy look, “Molly, I don’t permit any of my managers to talk to MY employees that way. I think we need to have a discussion about that, after I explain to Belinda what we were doing. Belinda, Molly and I, well, we have a agreement, a sort of game. I stop by Molly’s house every Friday, when, based on how well or how badly the business Molly manages for me did that week, she gets either a bonus, or … well, you saw what happened tonight.”

   “Because of you, Belinda”, Molly snared, her eyes burning as hotly as her bottom, “Because of you, we lost the Benson account, our biggest account, and I got my … well, I didn’t get a bonus. I think we should fire her, Mr. Wilson.”

     “I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson,” Belinda pleaded, “ I’ll try harder. Please don’t fire me. I love my job.”

      Mr. Wilson thought that over carefully, before speaking, “Belinda, I do review my employees’ work weekly. And you were one of our best workers. I thought you would be a manager soon. But lately, your work has been sloppy, you’re making way too many errors. Costly errors. I don’t know why. But … maybe … you just need to be motivated to do better in the future.”

     Mr. Wilson then pointed at the coffee table in the living room. For the first time, Belinda noticed the items laying there. The belt Mr Wilson had just wore Molly’s ass out with, a metal ruler, a wicked looking wooden paddle, some implements Belinda didn’t even recognize, but they looked like they would be painful, applied to her backside.

     Belinda’s eyes grew wide, as she whispered, “Oh no. Not again.” she gulped and said nervously: “Do you mean, if I want to keep my job, I have to let you spank me … with one of these evil looking implements, Mr. Wilson?”

    “No, I’m not going to spank you, Belinda. Molly is your manager, it’s her responsibility to guide you.” Mr Wilson said, gently.

   Belinda couldn’t believe how quickly the events of this night had changed. Five minutes ago she was gleefully watching Molly getting her big bottom blistered, and now it was HER ass on the firing line, about to be sat on fire by that very same bitch! Hating to say it, Belinda said, “OK, I guess I did lose you the Benson account. What do you want me to do, Miss McCray?”

    Smiling a devilishly grin, Molly pointed at the same couch she had just been punished across, and said , “Bare your bottom and bend over, Belinda.” She then turned to Mr. Wilson, and handed him her phone, “ Belinda recorded us. I would like for you to record me. In case Belinda ever shows anyone her footage or decides to post in online.” She then gave her choice of implements some thought. She hated that damn paddle. It left bruises, and made sitting an uncomfortable activity for days. The paddle it was then! Thanks to Belinda, her ass was burning like a bon fire, it was time for her to return the favor. 

    She tapped the paddle lightly across Belinda’s bottom three times, then raised it high above her head, and slammed it full force across the German’s ample ass. Belinda flew off of the back of the coach, with a blood curdling scream, and began to hop up and down like a punk rocker in a mosh pit, her hands clasped to her rapidly reddening rear.

    After a few seconds of amusingly watching Belinda doing the bunny hop, Molly said, “Back over, Belinda, you’re got FIVE more swats coming.” Having been paddled so many times by Mr. Wilson, Molly knew EXACTLY where to aim the paddle to cause the most pain, and the longest lasting after effects.

    After the sixth and final swat, Belinda was a mess, crying uncontrollably. She slid off of the back of the couch, and fell to the floor. It felt like Molly had branded her plump posterior with a white hot branding iron. Mr. Wilson helped her to her feet, her legs trembling. He then handed her a cold can of soda, but instead of drinking it, she held it gingerly against her blood red bottom. After a few more minutes, Belinda had composed herself enough to pull her pants back up, pants that now felt two sizes too small. Mr. Wilson walked her to the front door, trying to comfort her, “Belinda, you took that paddling bravely”, he lied, “I hope that will remind you to be more careful in the future.”

    Belinda managed to smile, “Don’t worry, that’s one paddling I’m NEVER going to forget. But I’m worried about how Miss McCray will treat me in the future. She has a mean streak, and if she thinks I’m the reason she ever gets another spanking, she’ll take it on me when she returns to work.” 

      Mr. Wilson smiled at her reassuringly, “ All of my employees have my phone number, if you ever think Molly is treating you unfairly, call me, and I’ll .. have a talk with her. “ He then gave Belinda a wink and a gentle tap on her bottom with his hand, that made her yelp, and went back inside.

    Once outside, Belinda saw it had began to snow. Walking into Molly’s backyard, where she would be hidden in the shadows, Belinda lowered her pants, letting the freezing winter wind cool down her bare blazing hot behind. She stood there for a while, until she decided she best head on home. Passing by Molly’s living room, she gave a final quick glance into her window, and was shocked to see Molly was now across Mr. Wilson’s lap with a bar of soap clenched between her teeth. Mr. Wilson had a metal ruler in his hand. His hand was moving so rapidly the metal ruler was a shiny blur as it rained down a vicious volley of stinging swats to Molly’s deep red rear. Belinda would had loved to stayed and watched more of that, but the last thing she wanted tonight was ANOTHER spanking. Smiling, she headed home, happy knowing she wouldn’t be the only one at the office Monday morning having a hard time staying seated.

Gatecrasher

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

"Shut up, las! You're lucky that I prefer just to spank your naughty butt instead of shoot it with a rock salt! But if I'll see you on my land ever again, I won't be so kind!"

Hydrogen

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

"And now, Miss Krüger, let's talk again, why nitric acid is a poor choice for the demonstration of the hydrogen displacement reaction!"

Shaken, Not Spilled!

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

"I said 'Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred.' And especially, not spilled, Miss!"

"AUA!!!"

Making Impression

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!! I will follow you rules! AUA!!! Bitte, stop! AUTSCH!!!"

"It looks like I finally made an impression, didn't I? Alright. From this moment for you any issues in my house will be delivered through your naughty German ass! That means, you may follow my rules, or you may forgot about sitting down comfortable for a very long time!"

"AUTSCH!!!"

Should We Start Again?

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

"Get your hands off your butt, Krüger! I said, you'll get the Baker's Dozen with the strap for your tardiness, but since you're clutching your fat German but again and again after the first stroke, this is already sixth time I begin your punishment! And since you keep breaking from position, I will again start all over again! And I will do that again and again, even if that will mean you get much more the just thirteen strokes!"

Hard Choice

"But Herr McNully, maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Hold still and shut up, Miss Krüger! You'd better not talk back to me, only if you don't want to feel all those implements on this fat German butt of yours right here and now!"

Palm. Jane Palm. And Rotermond. Ursula Rotermond

Rules of the House

"This is unfair! Yes, I returned to your home almost at midnight, but I am not a child and I am even not your daughter!"

"Well, that's true, Miss Krüger. You're an au pair in my house, but since you're living under my roof, you should follow rules of my house. And I don't tolerate breaking the curfew from anyone! And for this backtalking you'll get your strapping bare bottomed!"

Deal

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

"Well, Mr. Jackson, I really hope this will be enough compensation for your wasted time. Again, my apologies for my temporary secretary poor work performance with all the documents. I expected my more professionalism from a German woman!"

"Don't worry, Mr. McMurphy, your apologies are accepted. And I think, I'll inculcate this work discipline practice in my firm. Looks like it's quite effective! At least, to relief all your stress from your employees poor working!"

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

Battle of Britain Day

Well, belated actually

Feel the Difference

"AUTSCH!!!!"

"So, as I said, here in Scotland we don't use those terrible British canes."

"AUTSCH!!!"

"I hope, you're feeling relief, Miss Krüger, don't you?"

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

"So, as I said, here in Scotland we don't use those terrible British canes."

"AUTSCH!!!"

"I hope, you're feeling relief, Miss Krüger, don't you?"

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

Drastic Measures

"Listen carefully, Krüger! If I see you wagging this fat German ass of yours around my boyfriend ever again, I'll make you taste a Scottish school tawse to the top of your bent!"

A Mistake

 

World Spanking Tour - Happy Saint Andrew's day!

 

Incident at Loch Ness

Belinda was spending her vacation in Great Britain. After she visited Tower of London and Buckingham Palace, she thought, that she had enough of cities and architecture and wants to see English nature. So the German decided to visit Scotland.

Of course Belinda had heard about a mysterious creature, called Nessie or Loch Ness Monster, so she thought, that she had a perfect opportunity to see it. She also was pretty sure, that following a regular tourist routes won't help her to find the Monster. So the German hired a guide to visit the most wild places around the lake.

The guide, a dashing Scotsman named Jethro McRay, knew local woods really good. He was pretty sure, that naive tourist from the Continent won't find anything, but midges and impassable thicket, but he decided, that he may make some easy money, so he agreed.

Belinda and her guide were wandering around the forest for a hours, walking near the waterside. As McRay expected, they found nothing but midges. Nessie didn't appeared even after Belinda lost all her temper. She was furious. She payed McRay good money, so she expected some result, but all she got was weariness.

"Hey, Herr Futility! You promised me to get me to the Monster! So, where is it?!" Belinda asked not for the first time. And not for a second. Actually, McRay wasn't sure, how many times she asked that, every time calling him quite obnoxiously. But he was sure, he had enough of her whims.

"Well, Miss Monsterhuntress, I promised ya to guide ya through the forest and show you such a places, where tourist never set foot. And I told ya that I don't think that Nessie will show herself to a snotty girl from the Continent! But I had enough of your yammer! Ya surely need a lesson of respect!"

After these words McRay took a switch and made Belinda bend over. He easily pulled down her camouflage hotpants and panties and in spite of her protests applied a switch to her milky-white plump buttocks. Belinda screamed and bawled in pain, but she was too afraid, that McRay will just leave her in the middle of nowhere, so she didn't try to struggle for real and only cursed and jumped in place, wagging her quickly covering with a sore stripes bottom in pain.

When Belinda's bottom became sore and swollen from the switching, McRay finally stopped.

"You have ten minutes to pull yourself together!" he said in stern voice "I go back to town and ya'd better go with me, till ya want to stay here to night!" he gave her a slap, making poor girl howl in pain, and walked away.

Belinda wept and sobbed, rubbing her sore bottom and dancing the brat war dance. After a few minutes she finally pulled herself together and, sniffing and sobbing, hardly pulled her shorts up.

"What an asshole!" she said, rubbing her bottom and listening the water swashes "But maybe he was right? Maybe this stupid monster even does not exist... AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo!!!!" Belinda felt a sharp pain in her buttock and heard a fabric ripping. She turned around and saw it.

A dinosaur-like creature was sticking out from a water. A long thin neck and a small oblong head with a wide mouth full of sharp teeth. It was her! It was Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster!

"Mein Gott! Das ist unmöglich! Du bist... AUTSCH!!!!" Belinda screamed when Nessie bitten her again, ruining her shorts completely. The Loch Ness Monster then opened her terrific maw and roared so terrible, that Belinda just ran away like a lamplighter, forgetting about almost anything. She saw Loch Ness Monster, but she didn't took any pictures. The only evidence of this meeting were bite marks over her sore buttocks.

 

How to Save Your Family

Belinda walked down the corridor to the hotel room where she was to meet Roy. Her high heels clacked on the floor as she checked her make-up in her pocket mirror. Room 207, that was it. She knocked on the door. Roy was a little, shy man, a tad overweight. He always tried to make her smile, and often brought her gifts, on top of the money she asked. She found him amusing if a little pathetic. She was wearing a pair of earrings he’d gotten her in the past.

She checked that her hold-up stockings were still up, readjusted her hair. He liked lingerie, Roy, stockings, corsets, that kind of thing. He probably like to pretend he was fucking some high-class bitch for a time. Men and their power fantasies. She mentally shrugged. Whatever floated his boat, really; he payed well, wasn’t complicated to please and had never been violent in any form.  She heard a click, and the door opened. She put on a sultry voice, “Hey Roy, wh...”

It wasn’t Roy. Instead of the short, balding man she was expecting, a middle-aged woman stood in front of her. She looked furious.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Belinda said, “I must have the wrong room.”

“Are you Belinda?” the woman said, sneering as she said her name.

“Yes, but..."

“Come in.”

Startled, she obeyed, and the woman closed the door behind her.

“Roy didn’t tell me there would be another...”

“Roy isn’t coming.”

“Oh…”

“And I’m his wife.” The woman glared. She was tall, slim, she wore heels, a neatly cut blouse and matching skirt. This was his wife? Belinda was starting to think that there was more to Roy’s tastes than she had thought.

“Oh… Roy never mentioned…”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” the wife said, grabbing Belinda’s wrist “That little weasel…”

She pulled her towards a chair that was set in the middle of the room.

“What are you doing?” Belinda cried out.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, you little whore!”

“What? Let me go!”

The woman said nothing, sat down, and pulled Belinda over her lap.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Belinda cried again.

The answer came in the form of a hand smashing down on her bottom with a loud *SLAP!*. She cried out, in pain and in surprise.

“Stop! What the fuck! I’m not a kid!”

“Well, I’m surprised a whore like you isn’t used to that kind of thing,” the woman said dismissively as she lifted the young girl’s skirt and slapped her ass again, harder.

“Stop or I’ll call...”

“The police?”

Belinda said nothing.

“That’s what I thought,” the woman said with a cruel smile as she kept slapping and smacking Belinda’s poor bottom. After a few minutes of hard slaps from her and protests from the young girl, the woman grabbed Belinda’s lacy thong and pulled it down to her thighs.

“Stop! That’s enough!” Belinda said, trying in vain to reach out behind her and protect her bruised behind.

“You’re going to take it like a good little slut,” the woman said, her tone cold as ice, “and you are never to see my husband again, understood?”

Frigid bitch, Belinda thought.

“But he’s the… AAaauu! He’s the one that.. Au! Auu!”

“Un *SLAP!* der *SLAP!* stood? *SLAP!*

“Yes! Yes! God’s sake! Leave me alone you crazy bitch!”

“Oh you’re going to regret this…” the woman said. Her hand still firmly holding Belinda’s waist, she reached into her purse and took out a tawse. Belinda saw it and hated it at once. She hated it even more when the first hit came. It was biting, vicious, that little silicon thing. It made her cry out, and tears began to roll down her powdered cheeks as the slighted wife got her revenge on her crimson ass. The tawse came down again and again, leaving marks and welts as it went, making her cry, beg, and scream. From experience, she knew that that hotel had well sound-proofed rooms — it was one of the reasons she met her lover here — and nobody would come to save her from this mad woman.

“Count them,” the woman said.

“What?” Belinda said through her tears.

“Count. *SMACK!* Them.” *SMACK!*

“Auu!!! One! What do you want from... Auuuu!!! Two! Three!”

“Atta girl. I’m starting to enjoy this.”

Belinda said nothing, the fire in her bottom robbing her of any witty retort. The tawse kept hitting, and the crying girl did as she was told, counting them as they came down. Ten, twenty. She squirmed and kicked and screamed to no avail. Thirty, forty. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t do anything but focus on the pain, not daring to think what would happen if she missed the count.

“Auuuu! Forty eight! Auuu! Forty nine! AUA! Fifty! Please! Bitte!” Belinda begged.

“And one for good luck,” the woman sniggered and hit her full force with the tawse. Belinda cried out. There was a wet patch on the carpet were her tears had been continuously falling.

The woman all but threw the young girl on the floor, were she lay, trembling and sobbing, her bottom throbbing with pain. She caught a glimpse of her bottom in the full-length mirror on the wall and gasped. It was a deep, crimson red, marked and blotched with bruises. She heard the woman putting the tawse back in her handbag. After a minute, the wife came to stand over her, a smug look on her face, waving her finger as one would in front of a misbehaving child.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, Belinda,” she said, saying her name with venom still.

Belinda nodded frantically.

“I won’t see R... your husband ever again.”

The woman scoffed, “You better hope so.”

Belinda sniffed and winced as she rubbed her bruised ass. She wouldn’t be able to flirt with any one for a whule. There was a lot she wanted to say to that woman, none of them good things, but she felt it wiser to stay silent.

“Oh, and by the way,” the woman said, “I don’t even want to know what my little prick of a husband paid you, but I rather enjoyed this, so there.” She let a few banknotes fall down on the girl.

In a way, that was the most humiliating of it all.

Healthy Food

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! But the chicken is a chicken! AUTSCH!!!"

"Miss Müller! I told you, that you should buy a chicken to the meal at a farming store, not in a supermarket! I have no idea, what an antibiotics were used, when this chicken was growing up! And I have no wish, to suffer the experience! Do you hear me?!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!! The chicken is a chicken! Nothing more! AUA!!!! Mein arme Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

"Do you ever listening me?! Or do I need to give you a dozen or two more?!"

"AUTSCH!!!"

Job Interview

"I need to warn you, Miss Krüger, I don't believe in fines and such a penalties. In my house if au pair shows a poor work performance, she goes over my knee!" *thoughts* "Even if she'll refuse to hire, I'll strap her German ass for wasting my time!"

An Example

"Well, Miss Krüger, I need to say, that I really don't like what an example you are for my dear daughter! But I'm really happy to make you an example, what could happen with such a naughty young lady!"