A Natural Whip

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Pfui! Oh, I hate this! AU!!! Du, blöde Kuh! AUA!!!"

"Look at the bright side, Belinda. At least, the farmer didn't get us the whip! I bet you, it would be much more painful!"

"Ugh! AUA!!! Verdammt! But it would be also much less humiliating! AUTSCH!!!" 

The Phantom of the Old Castle

It was a beautiful December evening in Sweden. 24th December. Christmas Eve.
Almost all townspeople were already home, planning to celebrate Christmas with their families, so a small dram-shop on the outskirts of the town was almost empty.
A tall plump blonde girl wearing a leather jacket, who was sitting at the bar, looked around boring. That was non other then Belinda Krüger. The German had already liquored up few mugs of beer and now thought to go. She looked around again and saw a familiar face.

"Alicia?" Belinda shouted to a redhead girl wearing a blue dress, who was just coming into the dram-shop.

"Belinda?" the French girl smiled and came nearby "Glad to see you! How're you, my friend?"

"I am fine, thank you." Belinda pointed at a barstool "Take a sit. How do you do?"

"Oh, this world is really too small!" they both heard a displeased female voice. Belinda fetched a sigh. She recognized who that was and slowly turned around to run into a haughty brunette, who could be non other then Molly. "Hallo, Molly. Please, take a seat, if you can, of course!" she laughed. Molly smirked "I'm very surprised, you can sit." she said.

"Hey, girls, what's the matter with you?" suddenly a pink-haired girl wearing a blue denim dress came nearby. "What about not to ruin such a beautiful evening?" she winked "My name is Clair, I'm from the United States. What about you?"

"I'm Alicia, from France!" Alicia replied "Nice to meet you, Clair."

"I'm Molly," Molly responded "And I'm here from Great Britain."

"My name is Belinda" the German answered "And I am from Germany. Yes, nice too meet you."

"Well, then. My name is Elvira and I'm from Italy" a tall brunette wearing an evening dress suddenly joined to girls "It looks like we have a kind of Internationale here" she smiled.

"So, girls, since it's a Christmas Eve, and we're so far from our homes, what about to celebrate it together?" Clair suggested.

Before anyone had answered a tall slim blonde came nearby the bar. She smiled and nodded to Belinda.

"Oh, Belinda! Hi! How're you? Would you be so nice to introduce me to your friends?" she asked.

"Hallo, Tina!" Belinda smiled "Well, girls, this is Tina, my old Swedish friend. And..." before Belinda continued, Tina playfully interrupted her "I overheard you" she laughed "And, since you all have no idea, where to spent this Christmas Eve, I can suggest you something." she winked.

"I hope it'll be interesting enough!" Molly replied.

"For sure!" Tina smiled "How can a tour of the old Swedish castle be not interesting! Or are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Me?!" Molly resented "Never!"

"Then, I suppose, this will be an adventure!" Elvira smiled.

Tina was right. The trip was really very interesting. The castle made an impression with it's monumentality and rich decorations. But everything ends sooner or later. And for girls it was time to leave. But when they looked out from the hall window, they saw a terrible blizzard. The weather surely wanted them to stay in the castle.

The girls weren't much happy about that, but Tina suggested just to celebrate Christmas right in the castle hall. So she and her new friends lighted on the candles to make themselves to feel like in Middle Ages and made some cocktails. Since they had binge but not appetizers, they became quite drunk quickly enough. So no one noted, where and when a strange looking man wearing a half mask appeared in the hall.

"Who are you, who dared to disturb my castle!" he asked in a thunderous voice.

"Whoops!" the girls said in chorus and tried to hide behind each other.

"Who're you?" Molly asked, trying to not to show, that she was feared.

"I am the keeper of this castle!" the stranger said "My name doesn't any matter! You may call me a Mysterious Mask, if you need! And now be ready to take your punishment!"

"A punishment?" Belinda gulped "What a punishment?"

"Yes! We didn't anything wrong!" Clair complained "We just got trapped here by a blizzard!"

"Hush!" the Mysterious Mask said "You all will be cursed for disturbing this old place's quietude!"

"Hey, that's not fair, Signor!" Elvira argued "We didn't even know!"

"Well, maybe you're right" the Mysterious Mask nodded "Maybe a lifelong curse will be too much. But you all should pay your price for your crime! And I think, I can change it. If you all will agree to take a punishment, which was a regular one for a parlourmaids in this castle, when I was just a boy, I will be satisfied."

"And what a punishment was that?" Alicia asked.

"You all will receive a good old slippering on your bare behinds! I suppose it is better then be cursed to the rest of your lives" the Mysterious Mask answered.

The girls weren't very happy with such a choice, but they were feared and drunk enough to believe, that it all is real. So they had no other choice but agree to take the punishment. So the Mysterious Mask took a sit and asked them to decide, who'll go over his knee first.

Before Tina could say anything, Belinda and Molly just threw her over the stranger's knee. Her sweatpants and panties came down immediately and very soon she was very sore and embarrassed to receive such a humiliating punishment right infront of all her new friends. The girls were smirking at Tina's discomfort, but every of them knew, that she could be next.

Right after he threw Tina from his knee, and she started rubbing her very sore spanked bottom, the Mysterious Mask turned to the girls and, since Alicia was the most close to him, he turned her around his knee.

The pain made the French girl kicking her legs like a mad, so she quickly lost one of her heels.

When Alicia's slippering was finally over, and she started seeking her heel, whimpering and rubbing her very sore bottom, the Mysterious Mask turned to the rest of the girls again.

"Who's next?" he asked sternly.

Belinda tried to hide behind Molly, but the British girl was more dexterous and pushed her plump opponent right to the Mysterious Mask. Before the German could do anything, she was already turned over his knee with her fleshy buttocks bare. Belinda tried to struggle and cover her sensitive bottom with her hand, but the Mysterious Mask just caught her hand and fixed it behind her back before continue the slippering, much more stern now.

When the Mysterious Mask finally finished tanning her hide, Belinda jumped up from his knees and, loud howling, started the brat war dance.

Molly couldn't help herself, but laughed out loud, pointing at her rival's discomfort. She even didn't notice, that the Mysterious Mask approached her. Before she could even try to resist, the British girl was turned over his knee with her bum bare. She belatedly tried to argue, but the only respond for her were sharp, stinging slipper strokes across her bubble butt.

When her slippering was over, Molly could only weeping and begging for mercy. She clutched her bottom and hided behind crying Alicia.

"Who's next?" asked Mysterious Mask.

"I!" Clair replied. She thought that if she won't even try to argue or struggle, her punishment won't be so strict, but a terrible pain in her bare buttocks, which made her kick off one of her heels, quickly ruined her delusions.

After Clair joined to her weeping and sobbing friends, the Mysterious Mask summoned Elvira.

The Italian girl tried to take her fate as a lady should, but the pain from the slipper quickly made her scream and bawl like a naughty girl.

When the punishment was finally over, the girls stand to the wall, hugging and rubbing their very sore bottoms, whimpering and sobbing. The Mysterious Mask finally smiled.

"I very hope, that you all learned your lesson!" he said "Now I allow you to wait in my castle, until the weather be fine enough for you to go! But if you'll disturb me again, your punishment will be much more terrible!" and he blew out a candles and disappeared in the darkness.

The girls just whimpered in pain and fear for a few minutes more, before Tina became courage enough to turn the light on. The Mysterious Mask disappeared without leaving a trace.

For a few more minutes the girls still were staying hugging and rubbing their sore bottoms, whimpering in pain and fear. They sobered up, but no of them had any idea, what was happened.

Finally Belinda looked in the window.

"Vardammt!" she said "Mein arme Popo hurts so bad!" she complained and, still clutching her sore buttocks she ran out to the peristyle and sat in the snow. Few minutes later all the girls, except Tina, joined her. At first it was rather painful; it felt as fire and ice might feel if they were sentient and could express their feelings. But after a moment or so ice defeated fire, and the girls's red rear ends began to cool.

"I wish I didn't forgot my phone!" Tina said, observing the girls from the window and rubbing her sore bottom "This could be just perfect photo!"

Tourists in Trouble

 

Foreign Exchange Welcoming

"Look closely, Tina!"

SWISH!!! CRACK!!!

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

"Look closely, what this swishy stinging rattan cane made of these lazy German's buttocks!"

SWISH!!! CRACK!!!

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

"And remember - if you'll behave poorly, you'll find yourself in Belinda's place!"

"Gasp!"

SWISH!!! CRACK!!!

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AU!!! I am sorry! AU!!!"

Academy New Rules

 

Drama Queen

The Reenactment

Tina and her friend Belinda were excited about joining an 18th-century battle reenactment event, but found out too late that this particular group had a rather more hardcore approach to camp discipline than most...

Bitter Cider

Belinda and Tina were two students, one from Germany and the other from Sweden, on vacation in Ireland. They were walking through the countryside, when they saw a beautiful garden and an apple trees in it.

"I'm feeling rather hungry!" groaned Belinda, "So am I!" replied her friend, "Look over there!" she pointed to a farm house with several apple trees in front, "Those should work."

The two blonde girls started picking apples and unloading them into their bag, they did this for several minutes before a young red headed woman came out of the house.

"Stop! Stop!" She shrieked, "Those belong to my family, you can't take them!"

Belinda turned to face the newcomer, "Oh, I think we can, and we are!" she then got back to work picking the fruit, the Irishwoman shouted again, "Stop stealing from me or else!" "Or else what?" lazily smirked Belinda.

The furious Irishwoman marched up to the girls and before they even knew what was happening, had them both by the ear.

"OWWIEE! OUUCCHHHH!!!, Let us go!" they yammered, but she continued in  through the house, until they got to the basement. "Ok, tramps, you can't put those apples back on the tree, but, you can make up for such misdeeds in another way" she let go of their ears.

"You can't do this!" screamed Tina.

"Yeah, this has to be illegal or something" added Belinda.

"It may be" smirked the redhead, "but so is stealing and trespassing, which you are both guilty of."

The girls looked at each other, they could make a run for the exit, but probably wouldn't make it.

"How about this, lets make a deal, you two help me make cider for the next few hours, and I'll let you both go, no charges, you can even keep the apples."

"OK, sure!" Belinda and Tina both said, neither was particularly excited about making cider, but that deal seemed surprisingly easy.

"Glad we're on the same page, before we get to work, I should really introduce myself, my name's Renee, and yours?"

Belinda  and Tina gave her their names.

"OK great!" smiled the Irishwoman, "Nice to meet the two of you, now that introductions are out of the way, let's get to work, first, hand me your panties!"

"What?" both girls said in unison.

"Oh sorry, I said, hand me your panties!" Renee said again, still smiling.

"We heard you, but why?"

"Well, You did steal from me, so you are bad girls, and thus really need to be punished, simple labor really would be far two easy!"said Renee with rage.

Belinda and Tina saw no choice but to accept, and thus handed over  their clothing exposing themselves before taking up positions at the apple press and starting to turn it.

"Goof job girls, really, but you there!" She gestured to Belinda "I'm afraid you are going a bit slow, try to pick it up!" She abruptly hit her across the bum with a birch.

"AUTSCH!!!" she yelled in pain.

A few hours in an Irishwoman's basement were like forever in hell for a German and Swedish girls. She birched them mercilessly while they were rotating the apple press. Tina found out quickly that it was really not very clever idea to talk back to Renee, but even that didn't save her milky-white buttocks from the birches, while Belinda tried to protest and received the most powerful strokes which made her howling desperately in pain.

Finally the work was over and Renee commanded crying and bawling girls to stop and stay faces to the wall.

"Well, at least you worked quite hard," she said smiling "But I think you still didn't learn your lesson!"

"But we did!" screamed Belinda and received one more stroke with the birches, which made her howl in pain.

"In my house I choose, when the lesson is learned properly!" Renee said "So you two still deserve some more birching! First you, Swedish!" she turned to Tina.

Few seconds later the Swedish girl started screaming and bawling in pain, while the Irishwoman was giving her the six of the Best. When she ended Tina's bottom was full covered with the dark red stripes.

"And now you, stupid German!" Renee turned to Belinda

"Nein! You can not do this to me! Please! My bottom is sore like a Hell!" the German protested but it was to no purpose. Few seconds later her howling and bawling and cursing were hear even outside the house. Renee finished the punishment only after poor Belinda received a baker's dozen.

"Now I'm sure you two learned your lesson!" the Irishwoman said "And now get out from my farm!"

Bawling in pain and forgetting about almost everything, Belinda and Tina ran through the village and made a stop only at the exit, when they saw a water trough. They sat on their upper legs, daring not to sit full in the trough, and eased their bottoms into the cold water. At first it was rather painful; it felt as fire and ice might feel if they were sentient and could express their feelings. But after a moment or so ice defeated fire, and the girls's red rear ends began to cool. It was not immediate, and the girls had to be careful not to make waves in the trough. But after about ten minutes Belinda and Tina felt comfortable enough. Their bottoms were not the only thing that were red and burning. Their entire faces were cherry-red from embarrassment, so they carefully splashed water on it, this time finding it much less necessary to spend the time they had with their charbroiled hind-end.