The Copycat

    Belinda Krüger was scared. Her professor had asked her to follow her to her office after class to discuss what Professor Mannings said was “a matter of upmost importance”. Did Professor Mannings suspect Belinda had been cheating? Copying answers off of the other students’ test papers? If she did, Belinda could lose her scholarship.

    Professor Mandy Mannings pointed at a chair in front of her desk, and asked the pretty blonde to sit down. “Belinda, you may not know it, but I have a security camera in my classroom. I like to record my lectures. And my students when they take a test. To make sure none of them are cheating. I want you to watch this video, and tell me if I’m wrong or not, but it looks like you’re copying your answers off of Sally Mullins’ test sheet.” The dark haired Professor handed her phone to the nervous German girl. 

   Belinda took the phone with shaking hands, and watched the clip, hoping to be able to lie her way out of trouble. Belinda thought she was an expert liar, although on more than one occasion, lying had made a bad situation even worse for her, and her big bottom had usually paid the price for her lies. Watching the clip Belinda realized you could just see the back of her and Sally’s heads. The security camera must be located at the back of Professor Mannings’ classroom. 

    “Professor Mannings, you can just see the back of my head in this clip. You can’t tell for sure if I’m looking at Sally’s paper or not. And I wasn’t. If we had the same answers, that’s because ALL of the students with the CORRECT answers would all have the same answers, wouldn’t they?” Belinda said, proud of what she thought was a foolproof defense.

   Professor Mannings smiled, her dimples twinkling, “That’s true, Belinda. but would they all have the same INCORRECT answers? Unfortunately for you, you picked one of the worse students I’ve ever had to copy off of. You even misspelled the same words. Words I’ve seen Sally misspell before. I’m sorry. But I’m going to have to report this to the dean.”

    Tears began to fall out of Belinda’s big blue eyes and roll down her pretty cheeks. “Please, Professor Mannings, don’t do that. I’ll lose my scholarship and be expelled. I admit it, I copied Sally’s answers. But…  something came up last weekend and I didn’t have time to study.” The ““something” was a keg party at the local fraternity house, but Belinda didn’t think revealing that bit of info would help her case much. “Please, Professor, if you let me take that test over, I promise I’ll pass it.”

     The Professor ran her fingers through her jet black hair, watching Belinda closely, her dark brown eyes troubled. “Belinda, have you noticed what’s on my desk?” For the first time Belinda, did. Lying on top of a stack of books was a large oval hairbrush, as black as sin. Belinda gasped, a hairbrush just like that one, had blistered her bottom more than once, and had left the German brat unable to sit down for days.

    Professor Mannings smiled sinisterly, “Ah, I can tell by your reaction, you know what a hairbrush like this can do to a young girl’s backside. And so do I. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but when I was in high school,  my history teacher caught me cheating on a test and sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my aunt, and she showed up with this very hairbrush. Right there, in front of the principal and his secretary, she took me across her knee, and blistered my bare bottom. That was the worse spanking I ever got, but I knew I deserved it, every fiery crack of that brush, and I NEVER cheated again.  And now that I’m a professor, I use it to teach my students a lesson, hoping they’ll never cheat again. So, yes, I will let you take this test over, and not report you to the dean, if you agree to allow me to punish you for cheating first, Belinda.”

   Belinda sat in her seat, squirming, as if her bottom was already on fire. She had heard the hairbrush’s song before, playing a steady rhythm on her bare backside, as she sang along. Each stroke adding fuel to the fire, raising bruises and blisters. But what could she do? She didn’t want to lose her scholarship, and she hated to admit it, Professor Mannings was right, she should be punished for going to a party instead of studying, and then cheating. Belinda whispered, “If you let me take that test over, you can… spank me, Professor Mannings.”

      “Good girl, Belinda, I think this will do you a world of good”, Mandy said as she moved her chair into the center of her office.”Now, bare your bottom and get over my lap, you naughty thing.”

   Embarrassed, the German girl slipped out of her jeans and underwear and slid over her professor’s lap. Mandy admired Belinda’s big bottom, so full and round, and currently as white as winter snow. But Mandy knew it wouldn’t be that shade much longer. Belinda wasn’t the first student to find herself across Mandy’s lap. There had been a number of them, both males and females. Even a few of her fellow professors. And they had all ended up dancing before her, frantically rubbing their burning backsides, their heads thrown back, as they howled to Heaven. But none of them had an ass as glorious as this German brat. She had wanted to light it on fire the first time she saw Belinda walk into her classroom.

   And now she was finally going to get to. She started slow and gently. Playful spanks. Until Belinda’s big bottom was pink and tingling. Barely warm. Giving Belinda false hope, that she may actually enjoy her punishment, until the swats began to fall faster and faster, harder and harder, turning Belinda’s rear redder and redder. Toasting her tush. A fire that started in the center of each of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, and then began to spread from one side to the other, until every inch of her backside was blazing. Especially her sit spots. Mandy made sure she raised a fine crop of blisters there before releasing Belinda. 
   Belinda flew off of her professor’s lap, shocked by how hot her bottom felt when she touched it, finding it was way too sore to rub like she wanted to. She danced from foot to foot, a comical and childish dance, sobbing loudly, while Mandy watched her hungrily.

   When Belinda finally regained her senses, she asked Professor Mannings, “So, when I can I retake that test?”

   The dark haired woman, moved her hard wooden chair back over to her desk, and said, “Right now. Oh, and don’t bother to get dressed. You can leave those off until you finish this exam.”

   Belinda blue eyes grew wide, “But … there’s no way I can sit down right now! My popo is on FIRE!”

    Mandy grinned devilishly, “I told you you could take this test over. I never told you when. It’s now or never. Your choice, girl. But if you don’t take it, I’ll be forced to fail you and you’ll lose your scholarship.”

    The big bottomed blonde struggled to sit down, and was able to, only after trying three times. And even then, she couldn’t concentrate on her test. Mandy and Belinda was only able to think of one thing for the next half hour, Belinda’s fiery red rear.

  It was a week later, and Belinda was again in Professor Mannings’ office. Sitting in the exact same chair she had taken her makeup test in. But this time she was able to do so without squirming. The bruises and blisters from Professor Mannings’ hairbrush’s assault on the cute blonde’s ample ass had mostly faded away. 

     Professor Mannings, a lovely woman in her late thirties, handed Belinda her test back, with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Belinda, you did even worse on your makeup test. I’m still going to have to fail you. And, as you know, you were warned by the dean, if you failed one more class, you would lose your scholarship.”

   Belinda began to cry even louder than she did the work before, when the Professor was setting her plump posterior on fire. “ But… I couldn’t think straight when I took that test. Not after what you just did. Trying to remember my studies, while struggling to sit still in this chair. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a campfire. Plus I told you I didn’t have the time to study last weekend.” 

    “Yes, you did, Belinda, and why was that? What was so important that you didn’t have the time to study?” the Professor asked, eyeing Belinda suspectedly. 

     “Well… I… Saturday night, I… that is… “, Belinda tried to think of a believable lie, while nervously eyeing the hairbrush that was still lying on Professor Manning’s desk. “I got food poisoning, and was at the ER all night, and was sick all day Sunday, too.” 

   “Hmmm. that’s interesting. Linda Harris told me she saw you at a fraternity party Saturday night and you were there until about two o’clock in the morning, before she saw you stumbling back to your dorm with a member of the punk band that was playing at that party.” 

   Belinda’s cheeks blushed as red as her ass did the week before, “I’m sorry, I lied about that. I did go to a party, and stayed there longer than I meant to. But if you let me take that test over. On Monday. I promise, I’ll stay in my room ALL weekend and study for it. Please, Professor Mannings.”

     “I guess I could give you another chance. I hate to see any student lose their scholarship. But maybe I should give you something to think about before you leave my office today. Something that will remind you to spend your time this weekend studying instead of partying.” Professor Mannings said, reaching for her hairbrush.

    It was Saturday night and Belinda was indeed in her room, studying. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, with an ice pack on her bare dark red rear. Twenty four hours after her second spanking from Professor Mannings, and Belinda’s big butt was STILL on fire. She had really tore the German girl’s ass up this time. She had purple bruises in the center of each of her chubby butt cheeks, bruises she knew would take a week to fade away. She planned on taking a pillow with her, when she took her makeup test on Monday. Take it and pass it. Belinda NEVER wanted to give Professor Mannings another reason to spank her.

Fire and Ice

    Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany, with ice blue eyes and a bubble butt, stormed into her apartment and headed right towards her refrigerator. Opening the freezer she removed one of the many ice packs she had stored in there. Why so many, you may ask. If you got spanked as often as Belinda did, your freezer would be full of ice packs, too. 

   Removing her skirt and panties, Belinda checked her plump posterior out in her full length mirror. It was even redder than she expected it to be. Holding an ice pack to her boiling butt cheeks, she sighed. “For such a tiny woman, Professor Amanda McClain sure can spank hard. Of course, she was using a hairbrush. That damn brush burned like Hell fire!”

 

   Professor McClain was Belinda’s art professor. She was thirty some years old, only five feet tall, and probably weighted ninety pounds. But she swung a hairbrush like a lumberjack swings his axe. Belinda was babysitting the professor’s daughter, Amy, for her tonight. Once Amy went to bed, Belinda decided to make herself a snack. Opening the refrigerator, Belinda saw Amanda had a bottle of wine. The temptation was too great for the alcohol loving girl, and she poured herself a glass. Turning she was surprised to see Amanda standing behind her. Belinda hadn’t heard her come in. Amanda, fire raging in her eyes, grabbed Belinda by the ear, and marched her into her bedroom.

 

     “I’m paying you to watch my daughter, NOT to get drunk. On the wine I was saving for my party tomorrow.” Amanda said, as she sat down in a chair by her bed, before pulling Belinda across her lap, flipping up her short skirt, and pulling down her panties. Picking up a large oval hairbrush from her nightstand, she began to rain fire down on Belinda’s big bottom.

   Hearing the commotion, the loud cracks from Amanda’s hairbrush, the yells from Belinda, Amy went into her mother’s bedroom to investigate. “Mommy, why are you spanking Belinda? Has she been bad?”

 

   “Yes, Amy, she’s been very, very naughty.” Amanda said, as she continued her assault on Belinda’s ample ass.

 

   Shocked by how red Belinda’s bottom was, Amy asked her, “Does your booty hurt, Belinda?”

    “Does it hurt? My ass is on FIRE!” Belinda said tearfully.

 

   “OH, Mommy, Belinda said a BAD word! Are you going to spank her for that, too?” Amy asked.

    Amanda had decided Belinda’s had been punished enough, but hearing that, she decided to continue. “How dare you use profanity in front of a child you’re supposed to be watching! You’re  a horrible role model.”

 

   “But…”, Belinda, said, begging for mercy. “I’m from Germany. I did not know that was a bad word here.”

 

   “Well, then, this will be a lesson to teach you how to behave when you’re hired to babysit somebody’s child AND an English lesson.” Amanda said before landing a final thirty swats on Belinda’s already blistering bottom, fifteen for each cherry red cheek, mainly on Belinda’s sit spots. 

   Releasing the bawling blonde from her lap, Belinda began to bounce around the bedroom, from foot to foot. Howling and rubbing her neon red rear. Amy thought she looked so silly, she couldn’t stop laughing.

   After a few minutes, Belinda had calmed down enough, to apologise to Amanda. While she did, Amy reached up and touched Belinda’s bottom, “WOW, your booty is HOT, Belinda! And RED! I’m glad Mommy never spanks me. I just get sent to time-out. I have to sit in the corner, in my naughty chair.”

   “That’s a really good idea, Amy” Amanda said as she turned the hard wooden chair she had just spanked Belinda in towards the wall. “I want you to sit here for half a hour, Belinda. Then I’ll pay you, and you can go home.”

 

   “BUT I CAN’T SIT DOWN! Not after that spanking!” the German brat protested, before seeing Amanda reaching once again for her hairbrush. That prompted Belinda to quickly hop onto the chair, and just as quickly hop back up. “AUTSCH! That hurts.” Amy giggled at that, but Amanda didn’t find it amusing. She gave Belinda’s fire engine red rear another half dozen hard swats, before Belinda gingerly sat back down.

 

   After a half hour, that seemed much longer to Belinda, as she squirmed back and forth, trying in vain to get comfortable, as comfortable as a girl could be, when she felt like she was sitting on hot coals, Amanda came back into her bedroom. “Belinda, I was talking to Amy while you were in time-out. She loves you and thinks I was overly harsh with you. Maybe … she’s right. I know you’re a good girl. And it was just one glass of wine. I want to apologize, and give you this. A bonus. A extra hundred dollars. And to ask you, if you can babysit Amy again next Friday.”

 

      Belinda thanked her and told Amanda she would see her Friday. Now, in her apartment, with the ice packs slowly cooling down her burning buns, Belinda had to smile. If she got a hundred dollars EVERY time she got spanked, she would be a millionaire in no time.

Bad Girl from Valley High: More Bad Luck

   Cindy Lou was still standing in the hallway, when Miss Browning exited Belinda’s room, closing the door behind her. For just a second, Cindy got a quick glimpse of Belinda, dancing by her bed, as she furiously rubbed her crimson butt  cheeks. Cindy was shocked by how red Belinda’s rear was, and decided, right then and there, she was NEVER going to give Miss Browning an excuse to punish her.

   The redhead, sweating and out of breath, smiled at Cindy and said, “I just had a talk with Belinda. I don’t think she’ll ever bother you again.” Cindy thanked her as they both walked back down the hallway. 

    Inside her room, Belinda stood on shaky legs, wishing she could sit down, but knowing from last weekend, how painful that would be. She opened her window and laid on her bed, hoping the night winds would help to cool down her sizzling hot buns,  but it didn’t. She still felt like her big bottom was boiling. Remembering there was an ice machine in the basement, where the students washed their clothes, she picked up her wastebasket and headed downstairs.

   In the basement, two of the students, dressed for the night as goth girls were doing their laundry, before heading out to the local goth club. Tonight was their favourite night there, it was Bad Girl Night, a night where you could act out your favourite fantasies. Della loved being spanked in front of a crowd, and Jill loved spanking her. The two girls were shocked by Belinda’s appearance, when she entered the laundry room. Her hair was a mess, her eyes red and swollen, and she was walking stiff legged, like a robot. A wastebasket in one hand, her other rubbing her roasting rear.

     Already in a bad mood, and in a lot of pain, the German brat screamed at the goth girls, “WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS LOOKING AT? ISN’T THERE A HOUSE SOMEWHERE YOU SHOULD BE HAUNTING?”

    Della, the more sensitive of the two, was hurt by Belinda’s verbal assault, and felt like she wanted to cry. Jill, however, seeing someone hurt her girlfriend’s feelings, was furious. “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO US LIKE THAT! WE HAVE A RIGHT TO DRESS ANYWAY WE WANT TO ON THE WEEKEND!”

    “And THAT’S how you chose to dress?” Belinda snarled, “ Like two escapees from a freak show? You look like goth clowns.”

   Seeing Della begin to cry, Jill slipped a pair of handcuffs out of her oversized purse, one of the items she planned on using later that night at the goth club. Before she knew what was happening, Della had forced Belinda across a chair, and handcuffed one of her hands to the leg. She then turned to Della, and with an icy whisper, she said, “Looks like we found a bad girl early tonight. Raise up her skirt, and let’s show her what we do to naughty girls with foul mouths.”

   Della did, and was shocked to see the state of Belinda’s bottom, swollen and a deep dark magenta, with bruises and blisters decorating her sit spots. “WOW! It looks like somebody already beat you to it, Jill. That’s one well spanked ass.” Della said, as she gently traced a finger across Belinda’s blisters. “Her butt is STILL as hot as a pepper pod.”

    “So, Miss High And Mighty, you call US freaks and you like to be dominated. Well, if you like to be spanked, you’re going to love THIS.” Jill, said, smiling devilishly, as she removed a heavy leather strap from her purse.

Mark leaves his Mark

   Belinda, a usually bubbly, full of mischief blonde returned to her apartment, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her throat sore from shouting. She slowly peeled down her pants and underwear to reveal her big bottom was also swollen, and fiery red, slightly purplish on her “sit spots” and covered in a layer of blisters. She walked to the bathroom where she gently caressed her burning bottom with a cool damp towel, before removing an ice bag from her freezer. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, she placed the ice bag on her cherry red rear. Hoping playing on her phone would take her mind off of the fire raging all across her ample ass cheeks, she went to her Facebook page. And was surprised to see somebody had tagged her in a photo. A photo of Belinda getting her bare bottom spanked in front of a crowd of cheering college students!

   She started to read the comments under the photo …

    “Who is that and why is he spanking that girl?”

    “That’s Mark Dawson. He’s on the football team. I was there when that happened. We were having a party at his fraternity house and that blonde got drunk and started to dance naked in front of the fraternity house’s picture window. Mark told her to stop that before somebody called the cops. She shouted ‘No American boy can tell me what to do!’ and slapped Mark. BIG MISTAKE! He lit her ass up.”

   “I can see that. Look at how red her big butt is! OWIE!”

   “If you think that looked bad, that was taken after just a few spanks. You should had seen what it looked like by the time he was done. I bet she won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

    “I don’t recognize that girl. Does anybody on here know who that is?”

    “I think her name is Brenda. Or Belinda. She’s from Germany. A real snooty stuck up bitch.”

    “Yeah, Belinda. I have a class with her Monday morning. I bet she’s going to do some squirming doing that class. Those seats in Professor Grey’s class are super uncomfortable. I had to go to class there the day after I had been paddled by my sorority sisters. YOW! That was a painful hour and a half.”

   “I know that German brat. I don’t feel sorry for her. She was always flirting with my ex. I wish I had been there to see that.”

   “You should had saw what she did AFTER her spanking. She hopped off of Mark’s lap and began to hop up and down like a pogo stick, shouting about her ‘popo’. I guess that’s German for ‘ass’, because I heard her say ‘My popo is on fire!’ Her ass certainly looked like it was on fire.”

   “Than was when Keith said, “Look, she’s STILL dancing naked in front of the window. You should spank her AGAIN, Mark.” Hearing that, and seeing Mark taking his belt off, she snatched up her clothes, and headed for the door.”

   “Yeah, but not fast enough, Mark smacked her with his belt as she was running past him. She screamed and jumped ten feet into the air, dropping her clothes, to grab her ass. Bending over to pick up her clothes, Mark caught her a second time before she escaped. A leather belt really stings. My father used to spank me with a belt.”

     “And your boyfriend does, too.”

     “LOL. Well ….. maybe.”

    “That happened about two hours ago. I bet her ass is still on fire.”

    “Good! That bitch deserved that.”

    Belinda turned off her phone and laid it on her nightstand, and realized she was crying again. Words can hurt you worse than any spanking. Laying her head on her pillow, Belinda cried herself to sleep.

Bad Girl from Valley High: Brush with Trouble

   “AUTSCH! My popo is STILL sore”, the pretty blue-eyed blonde groaned, as she rose from the chair she had just attempted to sit down on. Walking over to the bed in her tiny dorm room, she removed the pillow and placed in on her chair, and then sat down, slowly and gingerly. The girl, Belinda Krüger, an exchange student from Germany, had been paddled a week ago by her dorm mother, Miss Browning, for smoking in her room. Belinda had spent all of last weekend unable to sit down. Sitting in class Monday and Tuesday was almost unbearably painful, too,  Professor Whitehead had even asked Belinda why she kept squirming around in her seat, and demanded she sit still. Now, Friday night, her bruises had mostly faded away, but her sit spots were still tender. Miss Browning sure knew how to set a girl’s bottom on fire, with her old sorority paddle. A fire that raged for days. 

   Belinda had no idea who had reported her to Miss Browning, but she suspected it was Cindy Lou Crawford, the girl in the dorm room across from Belinda’s. Belinda hated her, mainly because she was dating a boy Belinda was secretly in love with, Randall Wilson. Belinda had no idea why Randall would go out with Cindy Lou when he could be dating her. Belinda thought she was the prettiest girl at the college, with ice blue eyes and long blonde hair she liked to wear in braids. with big breasts and a full round behind, maybe a little too big, but most boys like girls with ample bottoms. Boys loved spanking Belinda’s big butt. So, why was Randall dating Cindy Lou, who Belinda considered skinny, flat-chested and ugly. She was, in fact, a beautiful young lady.

    Just as Belinda was pondering who had reported her, she saw Cindy Lou walk past her doorway. Snatching a hairbrush off of her nightstand, she tossed it at Cindy shouting, “TAKE THAT, YOU UGLY BITCH!” Cindy saw the brush flying at her head and ducked. A little further down the hallway, Miss Browning had just bent over, to pick up a letter she had dropped, when Belinda’s hairbrush crashed into her rather large behind. “OWWWW!” the forty year old, curvy redhead shouted, as her hands flew to her stinging posterior. “Who threw this hairbrush at me?” she demanded from Cindy. 

    Cindy pointed at Belinda, who was standing in the doorway to her room, “She did, Miss Browning. And she called you an ugly bitch. I guess she’s still mad at you for giving her a spanking.”

   Belinda’s eyes grew wide, as she saw the angry dorm mother approaching her, fire burning in her sea green eyes, holding Belinda’s brush tightly in her right hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, Miss Browning, I was aiming at Cindy  And I would never call you an ugly bitch. You’re really pretty. For somebody your age. Can I … have my hairbrush back?”

   “Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to return your brush to you, AFTER I finish using it. Even if you didn’t mean to hit me, you did mean to hit Cindy. And was shouting obscenities in MY dorm. You should still be punished for that. And believe me, you will be.” the furious redhead said, as she slammed the door to Belinda’s dorm room close behind her.

    Cindy Lou waited in the hallway, until she heard the sound of wood crashing into a bare bottom, a rapid rat-a-tat-tat, like machine gun fire, loud and hard. And the sounds of Belinda pleading for mercy. Cindy Lou grinned like The Cheshire Cat, enjoying every minute of Belinda’s blistering.

Library Rules

 

A German Brat at Riverdale High

More Bad Luck

  “So, Belinda,” Professor Woodward said to the pretty pixie-face blonde sitting across from him, in his office, “You want to take the same test NOW that the rest of your class took Friday, the day you knew the test was scheduled to be given on? I may let you take the exam now, if you have a valid reason for missing class Friday. Do you?” 

   Hoping to create a believable alibi, the German girl noticed Dr Woodward had a photo of his collie sitting on his desk. THAT’S IT! “I’m so sorry, Dr Woodward, my dog, Gunther, got sick Thursday night. I was up all night with him, and then took him to the vet Friday morning.”

   “That IS a valid reason for missing class,” the professor replied, as he was scrolling through the photos on his phone, “But I have to ask you a question before I give you the test. Who is the girl in the photo taken at the big homecoming party given at The Browser House last Thursday? The blonde, who appears to be quite intoxicated, dancing in just her underwear?”

    Belinda was shocked when she saw the photo, Yes, that was HER. But who took this photo and who shared it with her history professor?

   “ I take it you recognize her? When you didn’t show up for class Friday, Crystal told me she had seen you at that party the night before. And shared that photo with me to prove it. So, instead of going to see the veterinarian,  I’m guessing you were too hung over Friday to attend my class. Is that true, Belinda?”

   CRYSTAL! That bitch had vowed revenge ever since Belinda went on a date with her boyfriend! Could Belinda help it if American boys found her irresistible? But what could she do about that now? Look as pitiful as possible and beg for forgiveness? 

    “ I … yes, that’s me in the photo. I know I it was stupid to go to a party, the night before the midterms. I regret that. That was a bad decision. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I need to pass your class, or I’ll lose my scholarship. Please, let me take a makeup test, Dr Woodward.” Belinda pleaded, with tears in her eyes. 

   “If you ask me, young lady,” Dr Woodward said coldly, giving Belinda a stern look, “What you need is to have your bottom blistered for not taking your classes more seriously and lying to your professor. Now, please leave my office, I have work to do”

    Belinda felt like her world was beginning to crumble. What would she do if she lost her scholarship? She didn’t have a job, and her scholarship paid for her rent. She would be broke and homeless. Far from home. Perhaps … yes, that may work …

   “Dr Woodward,” Belinda whispered, “You’re right. I do deserve a spanking. A long, hard spanking. If … you gave me one, could I take the test?”

       Belinda didn’t know it, but Dr Woodward had mentioned spanking, hoping Belinda would ask him to give her one, if she thought that was the only way he would allow her to makeup the test she missed. He had tried that same technique numerous times over the years. At this point, he had lost count of how many naughty coeds had left his office in tears, rubbing their throbbing, pepper hot posteriors. He had wanted to spank Belinda’s chubby butt ever since he first saw her.
       “Hmmm, … you DO definitely deserve a spanking. So, yes, I will. Just remember, this was YOUR idea, Belinda. Please remove your pants and panties, and lay across my lap,” Dr Woodward said as he moved his straight back chair into the center of his office.
        Belinda undressed nervously, slipping out of her sandals, and then her pants and lacy pink panties. Belinda hated spankings. But she had been punished before with paddles and switches, even a carpet beater. This old man, Belinda figured he had to be at least forty, was just going to spank her with his hand. How bad could that be?
       Belinda was about to find out just how bad a hand spanking from a determined man could be! Having spanked dozens of college girls’ bouncy bare butts, Dr Woodward was an expert now, in the fine art of bottom blistering.
        He loved to start out with slow and gentle slaps, giving his victims a false sense of security, before he gradually began to swing harder and faster, each smack harder than the last, until the girl’s bottom was boiling.
        When her professor began to spank her, Belinda smiled. His spanks felt more like gentle caresses than stinging slaps. He had no idea how to give a spanking! The old pervert just wanted an excuse to fondle her ass. This was going to be a lot easier than she expected. Or so she thought, until Belinda realized each spank seemed a little harder than the last. Until the sound of his hand crashing into her big butt sounded like fireworks exploding in his small office. Each sizzling, scorching swat adding fuel to the fire Dr Woodward was igniting all across Belinda bottom.
        Dr Woodward smiled devilishly, watching Belinda’s ample alabaster ass slowly turning pink, then reddening rapidly, as the German brat pleaded for mercy. After just a few minutes, blisters began to appear like magic all across Belinda’s ruby red rear. Dr Woodward loved knowing every time Belinda sat down for the rest of the week, she would think of him. To ensure that, he finished the bawling blonde”s spanking with a vicious volley of extra hard spanks to Belinda’s “ sit spots”.
        After telling Belinda, “I hope that’ll be a lesson to you, Belinda, to take your classes more seriously in the future.” Dr Woodward released the German girl. Belinda flew off of his lap, expecting to see Dr Woodward holding a paddle or a hairbrush, maybe even a blowtorch. God, he had a hard heavy hand! Belinda’s beet red rear was on FIRE! Belinda began to hop up and down, furiously rubbing her blazing burgundy butt, moaning pitifully.
         THIS was the professor’s favorite part of the punishment. Watching a pretty coed prance around his office after her spanking, her hands clutching her candy apple red rear. God, he loved watching college girls doing the “spanking dance”.
       After giving Belinda a minute to calm down, Dr Woodward sat a wooden stool in front of his desk, placed a copy of the test in front of it, and then forced Belinda down on to the stool. The second Belinda’s bare bottom came in contact with the hard wooden stool, she shot back up, shouting, “AUSCH! That hurts!”
      “Belinda,” Dr Woodward said sternly, “Like the rest of the class on Friday, you only have thirty minutes to complete this exam. I would advise you to stop wasting time and begin the exam right now.”
        Belinda said, “Yes, sir”, and tried to sit down as gingerly as possible. As carefully as you could sit down on a red hot stove, which is exactly how Belinda felt.
        Dr Woodward smiled, watching Belinda squirm. Walking behind her, he decided to remove her pants and underwear from the floor, where she had dropped them, and place them neatly in a chair. Picking up the pants, a piece of paper fluttered out of her back pocket. Picking it up, Dr Woodward saw it was … THE ANSWERS TO THE TEST BELINDA WAS CURRENTLY TAKING! She must had planned on slipping this cheat sheet out of her pocket, when he wasn’t looking.
       Behind her, Belinda was surprised to hear Dr Woodward removing his belt.
        “Young lady,” she heard him say angrily, “I think I need to have another ‘little talk’ with you.”
                                                    THE END
 

There is no "I" in Team

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

"Stop squirming, Krüger! There is no 'I' in team!"

"AUA!!!"

The Mummy

     At a archeology dig, just outside of Cairo, Egypt, Professor Greyhare is standing proudly in front of his students. “Tomorrow is the big day, kids, once Dean Foster arrives, we’re going to unseal the entrance to this unknown pharaoh’s tomb. We’ll probably be the first people to set foot in there since 3100 BC. What will we find? Untold riches? Maybe. Invaluable artifacts? I hope so. Let’s all return to our tents, and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow may just be the most exciting day of all of our lives.”

    In her tent, Belinda Kruger, a pretty blue-eyed blonde from Germany was too excited to sleep. Excited but also disappointed. After busting her ass all Summer long, under the blistering hot Egyptian sun, it didn’t seem fair to her, that anything of value found in the pharaoh’s tomb, would belong to the Egyptian government, or would be shipped off to the museum Professor Greyhare belonged to. What would she get for all of her hard labor? A passing grade in her archeology class? When with just one tiny handful of jewels from the pharaoh’s tomb, she could live like a queen for the rest of her life. Belinda slipped out of her tent, keeping to the shadows, and headed towards the pyramid.

    In the morning, once Dean Foster arrived, the archeology expedition headed excitedly to the pharaoh’s tomb. Finding the tomb had been unsealed, the explorers entered the tomb cautiously, and was shocked to find Belinda standing in the corner of the tomb, by the pharaoh’s sarcophagus, bound and gagged with gauze. Her bottom bare, and as red as strawberry wine. Wrote on the wall above her head, written in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs were the words, “This blue-eyed Devil is a thief.”

A Visit to Headmistress's Office

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Frau Jackson, please, have a mercy! AUA!!!"

"Hold still, Miss Krüger! There is still another dozen! And this better will be the last time you got caught cheating at your midterm!"

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

"Are you okay, Belinda? Why are you looking so sad?"

"Hehe! Isn't that obvious, Miranda? Don't you know what happens to cheaters in Miss Jackson's office?

"Oh, the worst way to start your day, I need to notice! Hehe!"

Texas Toast (Part 1)

     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.

Too Sore to Sit

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo!!! Cheating on my midterm was really a terrible idea..."

 

Exchange Students

"Wow! Hey, Carly, look! The headmistress didn't joke, when she said, that she's planning to give Belinda a very warm welcoming and introduction to the college rules!"

Belinda Comes out of the Closet

Rita Garcia, thought she heard her hall closet door closing when she entered her apartment. Approaching the closet cautiously, holding the baseball bat she always kept by the front door, in her right hand, she threw the closet door open. To find a young girl hiding in there. The blue-eyed girl was wearing tight blue jeans and a even tighter long sleeved t-shirt, cut low in the front, revealing the deep valley between her snowy white breasts. She had long blonde hair. The girl introduced herself, speaking with a thick German accent, “Guten Morgen, my name is Belinda.”
Rita, waving her bat in the air, shouted, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOSET, BITCH?”
The pretty blonde replied, “I am not a bitch. I’m German. I thought this was the door to your bathroom.”  
“It’s not”, Rita snarled angrily, “How did your get into my apartment. And why are you here?”
“I am …. how you say in Englisch? This apartment building’s new superintendent. I am here to fix your pipes.”, Belinda lied. Belinda thought she was an expert at lying. In fact, she was horrible at it. Lying was why she was due to get another spanking in just a few hours. Last month Carol, the girl who shared her dorm room with her, had returned home late from a fraternity party to find Belinda, sleeping on her stomach, her bottom resembling two overripe tomatoes. When Carol asked Belinda what had happened to her, she was too embarrassed to tell her she had been paddled by a mall security officer for shoplifting, so she lied, and told her, her history professor, Dr. Manning, had told her she was failing his class, but if she would allow him to spank her, he would give her a passing grade.
That lie had spread like wildfire all across the campus. When Dr. Manning finally heard it, that lie became a reality. He had ordered Belinda to join him in his office, where he threatened to have her expelled and returned to Germany if she didn’t return to his office, once a week, before his class for the rest of the semester, where she would be caned, or paddled or strapped with a belt, or .. well, she never knew what punishment he had in store for her, she only knew she would spend the next hour and a half in his class, feeling like she was sitting on a red hot griddle.
Rita knew she was lying now, too. “There’s nothing wrong with my pipes” she told the German brat.
“NEIN? Then I must be in the wrong apartment. Auf Wiedersehen.”, Belinda said as she hurried towards the door.
Noticing for the first time as Belinda rushed past her, the locket, hanging from a golden chain between Belinda’s breasts, Rita stopped her, shouting, “WAIT A MINUTE, that’s MY locket!”
Belinda froze. Fear rising within her. She had been caught stealing many times in the past, with her bottom always paying the price for her thievery. And she was due across Dr. Manning’s lap in just three hours. Could she lie her way out of this predicament?
Thinking fast, Belinda replied, “YOUR necklace. NEIN. My husband gave me this locket. For my birthday.”
Snatching the necklace from Belinda’s neck, Rita showed her the inscription engraved on the back of it, “To Rita From Maria. Love Always.”  
“Oh, you are right then. I … have a necklace just like that one. I … wore mine to work today. And lost it .. here .. in your apartment. When I saw that one, I thought it was mine. I am so sorry. If you find mine, can you send it to me? Danke. I must return to work now.”, Belinda said, inching towards the door, before Rita took her by the hand, and said, “Please don’t go, yet. I have something I want to show you. In my bedroom.”
“Oh, you want to make love to Belinda, yes? I can not blame you. I was voted the most beautiful woman in Berlin last year.  I have made love to many American women. I am what you call a lesbian.” Belinda never told the truth, if she saw a chance to lie instead. She had never been in bed with an American woman before. But the idea intrigued her. It sounded wicked and devilish to her. She loved being naughty.
“Oh, you’re a lesbian? But I thought you just told you were married. To a man?”, Rita said, smiling sexily at Belinda.
DAMN IT! Belinda had forgotten she had told that lie, “ Yes, but he left me … when he caught me in bed with an American woman.”   
“Oh, OK, I’m sorry to hear that.” Rita said, as she led Belinda into her bedroom by her hand. “Here, you undress first. And then I’ll show you MY surprise.”
Belinda felt butterflies dancing in her stomach. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this. But if was better than being arrested. Or spanked. Especially since she was going to be spanked again later tonight. By a man who was an expert at setting a girl’s ass on fire. Belinda stripped slowly, with her back to Rita. Sitting on the bed, Rita watched her closely. Belinda’s big bottom was as white as snow, except for a single pale pink stripe, located where her full bottom curved into her chubby thighs. That was the last fading welt from the six strokes of a cane given to her by Dr Manning the week before.
Turning towards Rita, Belinda said, “Is Belinda not beautiful? Now where is my surprise?”  
Expecting to see Rita undress, she was shocked to see her reach into a drawer of her nightstand and pull out a huge right-angled…
PADDLE! Belinda had heard the song of the paddle played many times on her backside. That concert always left her bottom black and blue. And she still had a appointment with Dr Manning tonight. Belinda knew she needed to escape this trap as quickly as possible. “ This … this is wrong. I am married. To a man. Ja, he left me, but I still love him. I must go.”  
Rita grabbed Belinda by the wrist, telling her firmly, “ The ONLY place you’re going, you little thief, is across my lap.”

Once the wiggling blonde was secured, Rita raised her paddle high above her head telling the trembling German, “I caught you red handed trying to steal my locket. But when you leave this apartment, my pretty little fraulien, that won’t be the only part of you that’s red. Very, very red.”
Twenty minutes later Rita escorted the bawling brat out of her apartment. Belinda was furiously rubbing the seat of her tight jeans, which now felt two sizes too tight, complaining that her ”popo” was on fire. For the first time that day, Rita believed her. her paddle had blistered every inch of Belinda’s plump posterior. Giving Belinda one final hard swat with her heavy paddle, Rita told Belinda, “Bye, Bratty. I hope you enjoyed your visit here today. I sure did.”
Turning to go back into her apartment, Rita saw Angela, her next door neighbor was standing in the hallway. Rita asked the ravishing redhead how long she had been standing there.
“For about ten minutes, “ Angela explained, “I was in my apartment when I heard what sounded like someone being murdered. When I came out here to investigate, it sounded like … you were … spanking someone. Did you just spank that girl?”
“I sure did.” Rita said, with a big smile. “ I caught her in my apartment, trying to rob me. Don’t you think she deserved a spanking for that?”
Angela had to agree with that, that thief may had broken into her apartment next. “Yes. Yes, I do. It sounded like you spanked her really REALLY hard.”
“As hard as I could. With this.” Rita said showing Angela her paddle, “I hope that’ll teach her a lesson, and she’ll be too afraid to ever try to rob anybody else. Well, I worked up quite a sweat spanking that blonde bitch. I better take a shower now.”

The Morning After

    The sun is just beginning to rise, when a young exchange student from Germany is attempting to sneak into the window of the bedroom her host family in America is letting her stay in. The girl is completely naked, her hair a mess and her hands and feet are covered in mud. Her bedroom is so dark she doesn’t notice Mister Robin Redden, the owner of the house, is standing by her bed, with a large oval hairbrush in his hand, until she hears her shout angrily, “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT, YOUNG LADY, AND WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?”
   Shocked, the girl tells her the truth, “ I …I do not know where my clothes are.”
   That reply makes Mr. Redden even angrier, “ You don’t know? I know you’re not seeing anybody here in America, so I can only assume you left them at a total stranger’s house, then?”
  “No, it was not like THAT.”, the girl says, “ I left them … in the woods.”
    “IN THE WOODS?”, Robin says, shocked, “ You mean you were running around in the woods … in the middle of the night … completely naked … like some wild animal?”
     Feeling ashamed, the girl decides to tell Mr. Redden her deep dark secret, “ I am an animal. I am …. a werewolf.”
   Instead of being shocked, the girl is surprised to find Robin laughing at her confession, “REALLY? That’s the most believable lie you can think up?”
       With her hands on her hips, the girl pouts, “ But it is true! I am a werewolf.”
   Fed up with what she assumes is a pack of lies, Robin forces the German girl across his lap, “Well, lucky for you, then, this hairbrush is made out of wood, and not silver. I know only silver can hurt a werewolf, so if what you say is true, this spanking shouldn’t hurt you a bit”, Robin says, rising the brush high above his head.
    As the spanking begins, the girl tries to explain how being a werewolf works, “That is only when  the full moon is out … AUTSCH!!! .. and I am a wolf … AU!!! … when I am like I am now … AUA!!! … spankings hurt … AU!!! AU!!! AU!!! … A LOT!”

   “Good,” Robin says, as he rains down one fiery swat after another on the girl’s bare bottom, “I want this to hurt. A LOT! This is what you deserve for sneaking out all night … to who knows where .. and then expecting me to believe that fairy tale you just told me.”
   As the morning sunlight spills into the German girl’s bedroom, the room grows brighter, and so does her bottom, until it’s glowing. And burning. When Robin finally decides the wolf girl’s bottom is the proper shade he was aiming for, fire engine red, he releases her, and she begins to hop around the room, rubbing her scorching backside, which causes Robin to laugh, “Are you sure you’re a werewolf? The way you’re hoping around you look more like a wererabbit. Now, go stand in the corner, until I make us breakfast. And after we eat, if you still won’t tell where you really were last night, you’ll find yourself back across my lap, do I make myself clear, young lady?”
   Heading towards the corner, with tears streaming down her pretty face, the girl says, “Yes, Herr. And thank you for making me breakfast, I’m awfully hungry. But, if it’s OK with you, can I eat my breakfast standing up?”
   Slamming the door as he leaves the room, Robin says, “ HELL NO!”

The Ultimatum

"Mein arme Popo..."

"Well, class, I guess I made myself clear, that I won't tolerate any disrespect in future! Especially, from a naughty German exchange student like you, Miss Krüger! Do you understand?"

"Ja, Frau Morris... Whoops! I mean, yes, Miss Morris!"

"I don't think so! Bend over again!"

"Mein Gott!"

Not a Good Day to be a Bad Girl

"Any last words before you'll remember, why is it not very smart to behave baldy at my watch, young lady?"

"But Frau Morris, maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Oh, it is! Today is not a good day to be a bad girl, class! And now you all, and especially silly Miss Krüger, will learn, why!"

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!"

Saint Margareth's Academy

It was just past midday at Saint Margaret’s and the lunch hall was packed. Many students already sat on the benches that lined the hallway, eating their meals and conversing on long wooden tables. Many more students were still lined up at the side of the room, waiting to be served their lunch by the dinner ladies, a selection of hot and cold meals waiting behind the counter. At the front of the hall stood Miss Cane, her stern hawk-like eyes glancing around the room, on the lookout for any troublemakers. As true to her name, in her hand she held a thin rattan cane, ready to discipline any student who dared to step out of line. Though as any student of Saint Margaret would tell you, this stern discipline only ever seemed to apply to her female pupils. 

A tall buxom blonde with a plump round bottom, which was a bit tight fitted by the uniform skirt looked around and drawed a sigh. Belinda Krüger was quite unhappy with the menu in the academy’s cafeteria. Even more she was unhappy about the academy’s rules, which were quite strict and unfair in her not so humble opinion. Her eyes stopped at Miss Cane ominous figure. As always - a perfect posture and one of those terrible canes in her hands. Belinda smiles. The headmistress looked so strict that it became almost funny to her taste. So she sneaked behind Miss Cane and portrayed her pose, even making it look like she was holding a cane or something.

Miss Cane noticed a change in the lunch hall. There was a new hushed murmur across the room and she started to notice some of the students had stopped eating and were looking at her. Some gasped, while others tried to stifle their laughs but Miss Cane remained at a loss at what was so funny. She soon realised that it was not her they were looking at, but behind her as she sharply turned around and saw Belinda standing behind her, making faces and mocking her. Without hesitation Miss Cane reached out and grabbed the German exchange student by the ear.

“Miss Krüger”! Miss Cane shouted, being easily heard over the noise of the lunch hall and immediately gaining the attention of the rest of the students. “What do you think you are doing!?”

“Whoops!” Belinda gasped, when Miss Cane suddenly turned around. “This is not… Au!” she moaned, when the headmistress’s strong grip locked on her ear, making her turn her head a bit “Nothing! Au! Au!” the German screamed, when the woman's hand started turning her ear out. “Au! This is not what it looks like!” she said with a thick German accent.

“It looked like you were making fun of your headmistress, and in front of the whole school no less” Miss Cane was furious. The gall of this girl to not only mock her, but to try and undermine her authority in front of the school. Miss Cane would not have it, she knew she needed to make an example of Belinda, lest any other students got similar ideas. “You’ve just earned yourself a one way trip to the punishment room”! She said as she gave a hard smack to the upper back of Belinda’s bare thigh. 

Belinda trembled and gulped. Now her innocent, as she pretended it to be, joke didn’t look so funny anymore. She looked around seeking for any support, but everyone who had been smiling and secretly cheering her a few seconds ago were now trying not to meet her sight while also smiling, but for a very different reason now. The German stepped from foot to foot. “Is that really that necessary?” she asked nervously.

“Now you proceed to question me instead of accepting responsibility? After such disrespect? In fact I see no reason in delaying your punishment further. Remove your clothes this instant!” A loud gasp was heard throughout the school. Nudity wasn’t exactly an uncommon form of punishment at Saint Margaret’s. Indeed many of the girls in this room had at some point been stripped as part of their punishments, often in front of their peers. But to do it in front of the whole school was harsh even by Saint Margaret’s standards. It seemed Miss Cane was not playing around. One thing she hated amongst all things was her authority being undermined, and Belinda had done just that. 

“I will march you to the punishment room as naked as the day you were born. Now hurry up girl!” Miss Cane barked.

Belinda looked at the headmistress in disbelief. She had read about Saint Margaret’s punishment policies, so she knew that those included forcing nudity as a part of them, but she never thought that that could happen just like this and, which was much more important, to her.

“But Frau…” the German mumbled, but before she even tried to complete her complaint, Miss Cane just strictly swished the air with the cane. Belinda gulped in fear and started undressing as slow, as it was possible. First she removed her blazer, then - the skirt, uncovering her plump bottom, still clad with a pair of white panties, and long, but also plump legs. Then she took off her necktie before unbuttoning her shirt and uncovering her imperfect waistline. Her cheeks blushed and she lowered her eyes, hearing boys’s whisperings.

“All of it” Miss Cane sternly said with a raised eyebrow as Belinda stopped short of removing her underwear. A crowd had now started to gather around Belinda and many of the students started to jest at her predicament. Some boys tried to push through the crowd in order to get a better look at the German girl, ogling her figure. Miss Cane of course did nothing to stop this. The humiliation was just as important as the actual spanking in ensuring the punishment stuck with Belinda. 

“Boo-hoo!!!” Belinda whimpered but another swish of the headmistress’s cane made her submit. Whimpering in embarrassment, the German girl took off her bra and then pulled her panties down, covering her buxom chest and crotch, so only her plump and round bottom became totally visible.

“Check it out” One of the boys whispered to another, gesturing towards Belinda’s plump bottom.

“Of my god” giggled a girl as she covered her mouth

“Right then” Miss Cane said with a cruel smile “Come with me. We are going to the punishment room and-” Miss Cane sharply brought the cane down on Belinda’s behind “-keep your hands behind your head or you’ll feel the sting of my cane”.

With a loud scream Belinda jumped in pain and clutched her bottom with her both hands, revealing her private parts. Her face turned red. She whimpered and raised her hands to put them behind her head, uncovering a bright red stripe across her fleshy buttocks. Whimpering in shame and pain, she quickly followed Miss Cane, trying not to catch anyone’s sight.

As Miss Cane led Belinda out the lunch hall a small group of students followed, excited to see where this was going. As they passed other students in the hallways Belinda was met with gasps from the girls and smirks from the boys; some of them joined the following of people who were now gathered behind them. Soon they had arrived at the punishment room, walking through the dreaded doorless doorway. With a swish of her cane Miss Cane pointed towards the wall. 

“Stand there facing the wall while I prepare your punishment” She hissed as she entered the room. 

All the way to the punishment room felt like a living nightmare for poor Belinda. She looked directly on the floor, trying not to notice all the gigglings and gasps she heard. Her cheeks were flushed brightly. And the cane mark over her plump milky-white buttocks itches terribly.

“What a fool I was!” the German whispered to herself. She tried to find any words to try to apologise all the way to the punishment room, but the fear and the embarrassment were too strong, so she could do nothing, but imagine, how the entire the academy is laughing at her misfortune, which was making her flushing even worse and almost breaking in tears.

Finally, she stepped into the dreadful punishment room and closed her eyes, fearing to see what was waiting for her, but the terrible swishing sound of the headmistress’s cane made her tremble and almost jump in place, opening her icy-blue eyes. Hearing whisperings from the corridor, she came near the wall and stood face to it.

Miss Cane walked over to the numerous canes, paddles, tawses and whips that lined the walls. She had already decided this punishment would require the cane, but she hadn’t decided which she would use. Would she use a thicker and heavier cane, or a sharper lighter one? Miss Cane slowly tested each cane, swishing it through the air, enjoying the way the noise made Belinda shiver as she did. Eventually she decided on a happy medium; a long lighter cane but one that still had some girth to it.

“Come here girl. Bend over the desk” Miss Cane said, fully aware that Belinda would be in full view of the audience outside.

The waiting was unbearable. Belinda felt herself just like she was standing her nose to the wall forever, but she was too afraid and too ashamed to turn around and face her fate. Suddenly the loud swishing noise, quite different from the one which was produced by the cane, which already left a burning mark on her butt, broke the silence. Belinda trembled in fear and slouched. Even while the waiting was terrible, she had no wish to get her big and round bottom become sore and striped all over. But she had no choice. So, keeping her eyes almost closed, she bent over the desk and held her breath, trying not to think about all her schoolfellows eyes now staring at her naked body.

“Frau Cane, maybe this is not that necessary?” the German asked humbly.

“Just for that, you are now getting another five strokes on top of the other twenty five I was going to give you” Miss Cane snapped as she placed the cane behind Belinda’s bottom. Giggles and whispers could be heard from the onlookers outside. “Now brace yourself, I expect you to stay in that position throughout your punishment. Furthermore, you are to count each stroke and thank me after each one. If you lose count we will start again”. 

Without a moment's hesitation Miss Cane lifted the cane and brought it down hard on Belinda’s behind.

Belinda galped and whimpered, stepping from foot to foot, wagging her plump bottom. Her whimpering became louder, when she heard giggling from the corridor, but when the cane heavily landed over her buttocks, she screamed out loud and jumped in place, furiously wagging her plump bottom, now carrying two bright welts, one red and one already almost purple. Tears flowed down her face. She moaned loudly.

“COUNT GIRL” Miss Cane yelled “And make sure you start at one” Miss Cane brought down another powerful stroke onto Belinda’s bottom.

And again Belinda screamed out loud and jumped in place several times, whimpering and moaning. It takes some seconds, before she could say anything at all. “Eins! Danke, Frau Cane!” the German moaned finally, still wagging her plump bottom.

Once again Miss Cane brought down the cane on Belinda’s behind. Gasps and open laughter could be heard from the hallway. Then followed by the unmistakable sound of phone cameras being turned on as a few students started to record Belinda’s ordeal

“I hope after this you will think before making fun of your teachers behind their back” Miss Cane said sternly.

Belinda started weeping in pain and humiliation. For a few seconds she even forgot about the pain and thought about turning around and pouncing on the crowd, but the next hard cane stroke quickly brought her back to the terrible reality. The German screamed out loud again, jumping and kicking her legs, making her plump buttocks wagging furiously for a some seconds, moaning and bawling. “Zwei! AU!!! AU!!! Mein Popo!!! Danke, Frau Cane! AUTSCH!!!” Belinda screamed through the tears.

Stroke was landing after stroke. Belinda’s screams became howling. Her brat war dance shifted to furious kicking, while she squirmed over the table top after each stroke. Her face became red from tears. But she was still counting. Her plump bottom was becoming more and more similar to a zebra’s croup. But when the 15th stroke heavily landed over her already very sore and tender buttocks, she screamed as loud, as it was possible, and jumped from the position, starting the new and more classic version of the brat war dance, hopping around the table, clutching her sore bottom and howling in pain out loud.

"Uh oh" one of the boys mockingly said which was followed by a choir of giggles

"GET BACK OVER THE DESK AT ONCE" Miss Cane yelled and she slapped Belinda's thigh "YOU ARE TAKING THAT ONE AGAIN".

Still bawling and rubbing her sore striped bottom Belinda looked at the headmistress in despair. She wept bitterly.

“But Frau Cane, bitte! Es tut sehr weh!” she mumbled in her native German, but the headmistress’s strict gaze made her gulp and obediently bend over the table again, still carefully rubbing her sore bottom.

Miss Cane once again caned Belinda’s behind. This time the swat was even harder than before. Punishment for Belinda daring to stand up during her Caning.

With a loud howling Belinda squirmed over the table top, furiously kicking her long plump legs and stroking her fists. For a few seconds she was just opening and closing her mouth, trying to restore her breath. She heard giggling, gasping and whispering from the corridor, but the pain was too terrible to notice anything more. Finally Belinda stood on the floor, still wagging her sore butt and counted the stroke, thanking Miss Cane.

Miss Cane continued caning Belinda's behind. Eventually they hit the twenty second mark as Miss Cane once again unleashed a hard stroke across Belinda's red bottom; the cane marks now starting to blur into one.

“AUTSCH!!!! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! Mein Popo!!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AUTSCH!!!” Belinda bawled and screamed, furiously squirming over the table top and kicking her legs like a mad.

Miss Cane waited for a moment before the next strike, waiting for Belinda to number the stroke and say thankyou. Once it was clear she'd forgotten, Miss Cane reached out with her hand and slapped the back of Belinda's thigh.

"COUNT GIRL" She yelled "Don't tell me you've lost count"!

Belinda gulped in fear and wept bitterly.

“I… I… I lost count…” she mumbled.

The gasps from outside the room were met with a glare from Miss Cane as she started to shake her head.

"Well you know what that means. We are starting again from one. And this time I want you up on the desk on all fours, that should stop you from moving". She said. For the briefest moment a sadistic smile could be seen on her face.

Belinda gasped in disbelief. She bawled in pain and very carefully rubbed her extremely sore bottom, imagining, what would it become after another round of the punishment.

“Boo-hoo!!! But Frau Cane! I am terribly sore already! I will not be able to sit down for a month!” she complained “Please, have mercy! I will never show any disrespect to you ever again! I promise! I swear! Please, no more!”

"Do you want me to up the number to 40? Do what I said or that is what will happen"

Weeping and bawling bitterly and desperately, Belinda hardly climbed over the table top and stood on all fours like a werewolf from a cheap horror movie. All her body was shivering in her pitiful whimpering.

"Nice view" a boy called out from the hallway as Belinda's new position revealed even more. The remark was met with a chorus of laughter as Miss Cane once again took aim. 

"Don't loose count this time" she snapped as she brought the cane down once again..

Belinda wept in pain and fear, totally humiliated. She hated her mates for being so rude. She hated Miss Cane for being so cruel. She hated even herself for being so stupid. But right now all she could do - facing the consequences of her foolishness. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, whimpering and trying not to focus on the laughter from behind. The cane swished the air with a dreadful sound, making the German gasp and shiver, but when it landed over her already totally sore and swollen ass, the poor girl screamed as loud as it was even possible. The pain made her not just wag her already almost dark red butt but also even kick her legs, almost breaking from the position.

“AUTSCH!!!! AUTSCH!!!! AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!! AU!!! AU!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AUTSCH!!! Ein! Danke, Frau Cane… AU!!! AU!!! Boo-hoo!!!” Belinda bawled, clenching her toes.

Miss cane continued her strokes, working through the same twenty two strokes again and continued onward. As she delivered the twenty ninth stroke she prepared herself for the final stroke; the one that she always made the hardest.

“Final stroke girl, prepare yourself” She said as she raised her cane. 

“Bitte… Please… No more! No more! Boo-hoo!!!” Belinda moaned and bawled. She felt herself just like all her buttocks became a one big and sore bruise. Her bottom was almost literally on fire. At least, it was feeling like that. The German was almost lying over the table top, feeling it painful to move her thighs. She wept and howled bitterly.

The last stroke impacted into her bottom so hard that she almost jumped from the table top, kicking her both legs, but she quickly finally lost her powers and just fell over the table, bawling and weeping in terrible pain.

“EEEEEYOOOW!!!! YAAARAAAAA!!!! Dreßig!!! DREIßIG!!! AAAUUUTSCH!!!! Danke, Frau Cane… I mean, thank you, Miss Rohrstock… I mean… BOO-HOO!!! AAAUUUUAAA!!!”

Belinda cried and wept bitterly.

“Good girl,” Miss Cane said as she hung the cane back up on the wall, not bothering to help Belinda off the floor. “Now get up and wait outside in the hallway. You will stay there against the wall with your hands on your head until the end of lunch, then you can collect your clothes from the lunch hall and be straight off to your next lesson”. 

For a few minutes Belinda was laying on the floor on her belly, bawling and carefully nursing her tender bottom, which was so sore now, so even if a fly would land on it the poor girl would scream in agony. But when almost everyone was sure that Miss Cane would give the poor German one or two strokes with the cane to make her get up, Belinda feebly stood up herself, still weeping and whimpering. She tried to stop crying, but the pain was just unbearable. And imagining how she would sit down at the next lesson didn't help at all. But those thoughts and the pain itself made Belinda almost forget about any shame. She slowly proceeded to the hallway and stood her nose to the wall, laying her hands over her head and presenting the perfect view to the mess, which Miss Cane’s cane left from her plump bottom. Her milky-white soft flesh turned to dark red, almost purple with a lot of crossed and confluent deep blue welts over it. The caning left the German’s buttocks so swollen, that those were looking a size bigger, than they were before the punishment. Belinda wept bitterly, feeling totally sore and broken. Only now she finally got the idea that the whole academy was watching her downfall. And that made her weep and cry even bitterly.

Eventually the crowd grew bored of taunting Belinda and went on their way. Even so, occasional passerbys would make a comment or laugh aloud at Belinda's predicament, while others would show signs of pity. Soon it was only five minutes before the bell before Miss Cane called Belinda back into the room.

Sobbing and whimpering, Belinda slowly walked into the room, nursing her still unbearable sore bottom.

Miss Cane had pulled up a chair and sat down. In her hand she had a pot of cream.

"This will help with the pain, reduce the swelling and speed up the healing. You need to be able to sit down for your next lesson after all. Also you need to be ready for the next time you are inevitably spanked. Now over my knee".

Belinda trembled in fear, but nodded and bent over Miss Cane’s knee, still not sure what was awaiting her.

Miss Cane reached into the pot and scooped out the cream before applying it to Belinda's bottom. The cream itself was very soothing and Miss Cane had fond memories of it being used on her when she was a student at Saint Margarets, all those years ago. However, Miss Cane was not shy with applying the cream, applying to every part of Belinda's bottom, including between her cheeks and even more embarrassing to Belinda's more intimate parts.

Belinda’s bottom was so tender that even applying the cream was quite painful for her. The German girl squealed in pain and even kicked her legs. She even didn’t notice, where Miss Cane’s hand was touching her for some seconds, but was that on purpose or not, the old lady couldn’t find there anything to blame Belinda for anything. The harsh caning surely hadn’t aroused the poor girl.

For a few minutes the pain became even worse, but then the cream started working, making it still intensive but almost bearable. Belinda’s weep became a whimpering, but it was no doubt, that she won’t be able to sit down very comfortable on the next lesson.

Eventually the bell rang and Miss Cane put the cream away. "Right then girl. Get up and head to the lunch hall. Get changed then head immediately to your next lesson. When the teacher asks why you are late I expect you to apologise and explain that you were a very naughty girl and the Headmistress had to cane you. I then expect you to show your bottom to the class both as proof and as an example to the other girls. I will be checking with your teacher after school".

“Ja, Frau Cane. Thank you, Frau Cane!” Belinda replied and walked out, nursing her still tender, but already not so terrible sore bottom. She tried to get her clothes as quickly as possible, but when she reached the lunch hall, she broke into bitter tears again. Someone had taken almost all of them, leaving her just her underwear. Sobbing and whimpering, poor German put her bra and panties on, noticing that white fabric is almost uncovering her still bright red and sore bottom. Indeed, now she was just perfect example of what happens to the naughty silly girls!