Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Two

 

    Belinda had been spanked before by officers of the law, but that was usually her choice, be spanked or go to jail or pay a fine, for breaking some stupid law. But she wasn’t going to let anybody, even the world famous crime fighter, Batman, paddle her because she was dressed as one of his arch villains!
    Belinda slapped Batman, HARD, across his face with her free hand, while shouting at The Dark Knight, “LET GO OF ME! I don’t care if you are Fledermaus -Mann, you’re not to going to spank me just because I’m going to a costume party! They call you ‘the world’s greatest detective, well, can’t you see I’m NOT Katzenfrau?” she added, while removing her mask, “LOOK, can’t you see I’m much prettier than Katzenfrau! Didn’t you notice my beautiful long blonde hair! Or my German accent? Why don’t you go and hunt down some REAL criminals, and leave me alone! I have a party to go to!”
   Wheeling around, she saw Robin returning with the Bat-Paddle, and punched him in the stomach, before he had time to react, “THAT’S what you get, Bird-Boy, for getting so excited about seeing your partner paddle me! Well, sorry, that’s NOT going to happen! Now, get out of my way, I’m already late!” 
    The German firebrand was about to storm off when she found herself being lifted into the air. “Young Lady”, she heard Batman say, “Yes, once I led you off of that dark trail, and over her by this park light, I saw you won’t the real Catwoman, and I was about to apologize to you. But before I could, you slapped me, and then punched Robin! We’re deputized officers of the Gotham City Police force! I can’t let you get away with that.”
    Having said that, Batman quickly remove Belinda’s belt and skimmed down her tights, revealing her pale plump posterior. Sitting down on a park bench, he placed the struggling brat across his lap, while saying to his teenage sidekick, “Please hand me the Bat-Paddle, Robin.”
   Smiling, The Boy Wonder said, “Gladly, Batman.” and handed the paddle to him. Once in his hand, Batman wasted no time in using it. Forcefully and rapidly. Quickly turning Belinda’s big bottom from ghostly white to rose to red to crimson. In less than a minute, blisters began to blossom all over Belinda’s boiling backside. Especially across her sit spots. Batman wanted to make sure Belinda would remember this lesson every time she tried, in vain, to sit down for the rest of the week.  
   Robin was throughly enjoying the show, especially since his stomach was still hurting, “HOLY BUTT BLISTERS, BATMAN! You’re really frying that Cat-Brat’s fanny! It’s as red as … wait a minute, BATMAN, LOOK! The Bat Signal!”
   Glancing up, Batman saw the Bat Signal shining above Gotham, and said to the bawling bombshell, “You’re lucky, Young Lady, I have to let you off a lot easier than I had planned, but crime waits for no man, and we have to leave now. I hope that playful spanking will remind you to obey our laws as long as you’re staying in Gotham City.”
     Belinda watched the Dynamic Duo rush off into the night, hopping from foot to foot, sobbing loudly, her tiny hands furiously, but gently, rubbing her blistered and burning backside. Pouting,  she moaned, “He said he let me off EASY! Then why is my popo on FIRE? AUUH!”
       That’s it for this time, Brat Fans, but stay tuned for the third and final chapter of this story. Featuring a surprise guest star. Can you guess who it is?

Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part One

 

   Belinda Krüger, a honeysuckle blonde from Germany, with bright blue eyes, forever full of mischief, was on a business trip to Gotham City. Her friend from back home, who now lived in Gotham, Bromhilda, had invited Belinda to a costume party. Since she was in Gotham City, Belinda thought it would be funny to go to the party dressed as Catwoman. She was on her way there now, dressed in a skintight ebony catsuit, with a black mask and cat ears. 
   Since Bromhilda lived just a few blocks from the hotel Belinda was staying at, she decided to walk there instead of taking a cab. She decided the quickest route was through The Martha Wayne Memorial Park. Usually Belinda would had been leery to go through a park in a big city at this time of night, but this was Gotham City, home of The Dynamic Duo, Batman and Robin, the world’s greatest crime fighters. She felt safe here.
     Walking down a dark lane, a shadowy shape appeared before Belinda, Belinda couldn’t make out his features, but she could tell he was huge, and had what appeared to be… horns? As he drew closer, Belinda realized it wasn’t horns, it was ears. Bat ears. IT WAS BATMAN! And trailing behind him was Robin, The Boy Wonder!
     Batman took Belinda by her hand, and started to lead her over to a park bench. “Do you remember what I told you I would do the next time I caught you, Catwoman?” Batman asked Belinda.
   “I do, Batman!”, Robin said excitedly, “You said you would give her a SPANKING she would never forget! Are you really going to do that, Batman?”
   Batman replied, “A man should always keep his promises, Robin. Will you do me a favor, old chum? Will you run to The Batmobile, and get my Bat-Paddle?”
   “THE BAT-PADDLE?” Robin said, smiling devilishly, “OWIE! I heard the last time you paddled Ivy and Harley with that, they couldn’t sit down for a week! I’ll be right back!”
     UH OH! Belinda is in trouble again! Will Batman REALLY paddle our favorite German troublemaker? Stay tuned, for part two. Coming soon. Same brat time. Same brat channel.

Under the Rainbow

The rainbow in sunny day was looking strange, but beautiful. But a loud wolfish painful howl was a terrible scary dissonant. If someone was brave enough to follow down the rainbow, they would see a strange scene.

A female werewolf was bawling and weeping in pain while squirming over the leprechaun's lap. The leprechaun, smirking, was giving her plump backside a stroke after a stroke with a heavy green paddle.

"Don't you dare to cover your naughty ass with your tail, mutt!" he said, grabbing her tail with his free hand. "Get it out my paddle's way! Ha! You made me start again, so still a baker's dozen to go!"

"Ugh! But this is unfair! Ouch!!!" the werewolf protested "Ow!!! I even didn't try to steal any of your gold! Ouch!!! Ow!!! You hired me to watch over your pot of gold... Owiee!!! ...and promised me few coins from it! Eeyoow!!! Ouch!!! Ow!!!"

"Did I?" the leprechaun asked. "Maybe. But it was you, who decided to take my gold before I decided to pay you, what I promised! So, technically, you stole my gold! And now you will pay the price!" he gave her backside few more surprisingly heavy strokes, smirking while watching, how her skin turns red under her fur.

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! Yaaraaa!!! Owiee!!! Ow!!! Eeeyoow!!!"

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Five: The Morning After

      It’s a sunny Sunday morning, and Belinda Krüger, a baby-faced blonde from Germany, is in her apartment, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, standing at her dining room table, eating her breakfast. Why is she eating standing up? She’s way too sore to sit down. The night before, her landlord, Juan Lopez, had spanked her most severely for playing her music way too loudly in the middle of the night. After drinking a bottle of dark German beer, Belinda goes back into her bedroom, and lies down on her bed, on her stomach. She then places an ice pack on her still burning bare buns, and turns on her tablet, hoping to find something to watch, that will hopefully take her mind off of how much pain she’s in.

   Down the street, Dreama Bennett was regretting going to Church. She had forgotten how painfully it was to sit on a hard wooden pew, when you had been spanked just a few hours before. Juan Lopez, had spanked her, too. Not nearly as severely as he had Belinda, but he had definitely sat her ass on fire. Her buns were still blazing, as red as a poisoned apple, and throbbing. She felt like she was sitting on a hot plate. She braced her hands on the pew, and raised her red hot rear into the air, just enough to keep it from touching the pew. She held it there, until her right hand slipped, and her plump posterior came crashing down, HARD, causing Dreama to shout, “DAMN, THAT HURTS!”

   Everybody in the Church, turned and stared at her in shock. Her face burning even hotter than her bottom, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I… pulled a muscle in my… my back yesterday. And it’s really hurting.”

   Pastor Owens gave Dreama a stern look that sent shivers down her spine. He had noticed her squirming back and forth all morning, like she used to do some Sunday mornings, before her late husband passed away. He always assumed she had been disciplined by her husband, and was proud of him for doing that. He believed sinners should be punished. He wondered who had punished her this time, and why. “Dreama,”, he said, his voice, deep and cold, “I would like to have a word with you after Church.”

   OH NO! Was Pastor Owens going to have a “talk” with her? Sometimes he told members of his flock, he needed to have a “talk” with them. Always in private. Last year, he had a “talk” with her friend, Patty Mullins. When Dreama asked her about that later, she told Dreama, “That talk left a lasting impression on me.”, while rubbing her ample asscheeks. Was she trying to imply that  Pastor Owens had… SPANKED her? Yes, Dreama did ask Juan to spank her, but the last thing she wanted right now was ANOTHER spanking, with her bottom already on fire. She spent the rest of the Church service, feeling like she did when she was a student back in Texas, on her way to the principal’s office. Except then, her bottom wasn’t burning until AFTER she left his office, not before.

    It’s Sunday night, and Dreama and Belinda are both lying in their beds, on their stomachs, their bare bottoms various shades of reds and purples. Dreama was right about what a “talk” with Pastor Owens entailed. After setting her ears ablaze with his fiery words, he took her across his lap, bared her bottom, and sat her still sizzling seat on fire, too. That spanking was because she had confessed she been spanked by somebody other than her husband. There was no way she could had kept that spanking a secret,  with her rear as red as a barn door. Next, to punish her for lying and cursing in Church, she was forced to bend across his desk, while he removed a wooden paddle from a desk drawer. He told her he called the paddle “A Taste Of Hellfire”. An apt name, after he had paddled her with it, Dreama’s cherry red cheeks were hotter than Hell. He then commanded her to sit, still bare-bottomed on a hard wooden stool, he called “The Sinner’s Seat” and write one hundred times, “I’ll never lie of use profanity in The House Of The Lord again.” That was extremely painful, since he had paid extra attention to her “sit spots” during her paddling. Finally finished with her lines, Pastor Owens gave her a big hug, wiped her tears, and told her he loved her. She walked home, thankful there was a cold wind blowing, she could feel through her thin and now way too tight skirt.

    Dreama hadn’t sat down since she got back to her apartment, and had checked out her blistered backside a thousand times in her hallway mirror. Her ass was deep dark red, her “sit spots” purple. Reaching back, she gave her throbbing rear a gentle caress, that caused her seat to sizzle. Reaching into her nightstand, hoping to find a tube of Aloe Vera, she saw an unopened pack of her late husband’s cigarettes. He had given up smoking, because Pastor Owens said it was a sinful habit. She remembered the time Pastor Owens saw Becky Miller had a pack of cigarettes in her purse, when she was leaving the Church, after his sermon. He had asked her to stay after everybody had left, to “talk” to her about that. The next time Dreama saw Becky, she told her, “Pastor Owens showed me the errors of my ways, I’m NEVER touching another cigarette.” Dreama knew now, how Pastor Owens had convinced her to do that. PAINFULLY aware.

    She dropped the cigarettes into a trash can by her bed. And then, smiling deviously, she retrieved them. And slipped them into her purse. The purse she planned to take with her the next time she went to Church.

     Across the hall, Belinda’s big bottom was still burning. She had tried to eat her dinner, sitting on top of a stack of cushy pillows, but even that was painful, and she ate that meal standing up too. Now, she was trying to ignore the pain in her posterior, and go to sleep, when she remembered she was supposed to start her new job in the morning. AS A BIKE MESSENGER! She sat the alarm on her phone, and cried herself to sleep. 

                                                                      THE END

Enter the Brat Tamer

 

In the mountains surrounding the mighty dwarven city Wolffang the orcress burglar was smiling to herself as she had successfully stolen an artefact needed by Dame Athanasia, the vampireress, who Wolffang was working for. Wolffang was trying to get back into Dame Athanasia's good graces after a miscommunication between them. She knew that this artefact was important to her but not sure why.

Suddenly Wolffang heard the alarm go off in the city and she knew now that the dwarves would be out looking for it and whoever stole it. Wolffang had had run-ins with dwarves in the past that she had stolen from and didn't want that to happen again so she took off through the mountains to try and get away scot-free.

Unbeknownst to Wolffang there was someone on the mountain trails, a certain barbarian known throughout the land as Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha had seen Wolffang sneak from the dwarven city and saw the orcress carrying an artefact that belonged to the dwarves so she decided to follow Wolffang to find out why this artefact was so important and give the naughty thief a good spanking.

Wolffang made her way through the mountains in a hurry not wanting to be caught by the dwarves when suddenly from no where a woman appears on the path in front of her blocking her way. "Out my way you scar-faced bitch!" Wolffang snarled thinking to intimate this woman. The woman didn't move and only smiles replying "I will not you little thief. I'm Agatha Brat Tamer and you stole something from that dwarven city and I want to know why."

Wolffang blanched when she heard the name but not wanting to get caught by the dwarves decided to try and push past the barbarian woman "I don't care who you are and what I have is none of your fucking business you scar-faced bitch!" As Wolffang tried to push by Agatha she simply grabbed her by the ear and marched towards a rock.

"Oww! letgo my ear bitch! Stop I said what are you..." Wolffang was cut off mid sentence as Agatha sat upon the rock and pulled the bratty orcress across her lap. "That is thrice you called me a bitch and it shall not go unpunished. I also said I wanted to know why you stole the artefact and you will tell me."

Agatha begins to spank Wolffang with all her might enjoying how she squirms and how her shapely butt jiggles with each smack.

"Oww I'm sorry I called you a bitch alright? I'm not telling you anything about the artefact no matter how hard you spank me." Wolffang yells defiantly.

Agatha simply smiles as she raises Wolffang's skirt baring her bottom. "We shall see about that you little brat," Agatha growls as she picks up Tear Bringer, her trusty hair brush, and begins to spank Wolffang with it. Wolffang instantly begins to kick her legs and tries to squirm away from the onslaught of smacks from Tear Bringer. Agatha simply repositions Wolffang on her lap and uses her legs to lock Wolffang's in place and continues to spank her butt enjoying how the orcress butt has turned from green to red. "You will tell me what I want to know or I'll spank your cute ass all day!" Agatha roars.

Soon Wolffang can no longer hold back her tears and begins to cry.

"OW!!! Alright! OUCH!!! Alright! OW!!! I stole the artefact for someone I don't know what they want it for!" Wolffang says through her sobs. Agatha pauses the spanking and rubs her bright red butt comfortingly and asks "What is the name of the person who wanted you to steal this artefact?"

Wolffang cries even harder "I can't tell you she will beat me unmercifully!" Wolffang sobs not giving Agatha a name. Agatha laughs and picks up her paddle Butt Bruiser and says "You should be more worried about the beating you will receive if you don't tell me."

Agatha then begins to bring Butt Bruiser down repeatedly across Wolffang's bright red sore butt. Wolffang begins to scream in agony each blow from the paddle feeling like a lightning bolt hitting her ass.

While Agatha continues to paddle Wolffang the dwarves from the city who had organised to find the thief heard her screams coming from the mountain pass. They hurried to investigate.

Agatha heard the commotion of the dwarves hurrying their way and smiled. "Decision time little thief if you don't tell me the name of who sent you for the artefact I'll turn you over to the dwarves so they can dispense their justice."

Wolffang whose bottom was a deep crimson colour and beginning to bruise was screaming and crying as the paddling continues. As Agatha threatens to turn her over to the dwarves she yells: "Dame Athanasia! OUCH!!! I stole the artefact for Dame Athanasia! OWIEEE!!!! Please don't give me to the dwarves... OW!!!" Wolffang pleaded. Agatha gave Wolffang one more smack with Butt Bruiser and dropped her off her lap. She took the artifact from Wolffang and put it in her bag with her implements that she carries everywhere she goes.

Agatha looks at Wolffang sternly and says "Tell Dame Athanasia if she wants this artefact all she needs do is find Agatha Brat Tamer and try to take it back."

Wolffang a crying mess with a crimson butt,bruises beginning to appear on her sore butt cheeks, jumps up and runs away rubbing her sore butt as she goes hoping to escape the dwarves. As she runs rubbing her sore ass and crying her eyes red and puffy tears flowing continuously she thinks to herself how can she explain this to Dame Athanasia without receiving a much worse punishment.

 

Once Wolffang made sure the angry dwarves had not followed her she began to slow down to a walk rubbing her sore bottom and mumbling to herself trying to think of a way to explain to Dame Athanasia. She had left the mountain pass behind and was now walking through the woods to return to her gangs hideout when she suddenly heard the laugh of a particular werewolf that Wolffang found annoying.

Livonna Grau, still in her human form, approached Wolffang laughing at her bright red and bruised backside saying: "My my my it looks like the little burglar tried to steal the artefact but failed miserably." As Livonna said this she gave Wolffang a mighty smack to her already beaten and battered ass.

"Owwwww! Watch it she-bitch! I'm already sore enough back there. And I didn't fail I got the artefact."

Livonna looked at Wolffang shocked, "Wait really where is it? Let me see? Oh mistress will be so happy." Livonna says impressed that Wolffang had done something right. Then Wolffang began to blush,

"Well I can't show you because someone stole it from me that is why my ass is so sore right now..." Wolffang admits.

Livonna laughed as she smacked Wolffang on her sore ass again.

"So you stole the artefact but let someone steal it from you? Not much of a thief are you? Who stole it? I'll go get it back and I'll make sure Dame Athanasia knows I had to fix your mess!"

Wolffang jumps from the smack to her sore ass. "Oww! Hey I'm still a decent thief! I stole the damn thing from the dwarves, didn't I? It's not my fault that barbarian bitch Agatha Brat Tamer stole it from me. That scar-faced bitch can really dish out a good spanking." As Wolffang finished saying this she began to rub her butt trying to ease the pain of her swollen backside.

Livonna snarled at the name Agatha Brat Tamer replying: "Well I'll go handle this barbarian who gave your ass such a blistering and get the artefact back for Dame Athanasia but I want all the credit since I'm going to be doing the heavy lifting here and fixing your mess."

Wolffang continued to rub her sore ass. "Do as you wish I'll wait here for you then we can go to Dame Athanasia together. And Livonna, please, try to help me convince mistress not to beat me to severely!"

Livonna just smiled as she turned into a wolf and headed out to find Agatha Brat Tamer. She went to the mountain pass and found Agatha's scent and began her hunt for the barbarian who had the dwarven artefact that Dame Athanasia needed. As night came Livonna followed the scent till she came across the campsite of Agatha Brat Tamer who was in her sleeping bag by the campfire. Livonna smiled to herself as she crept into the camp and attacked the woman in the sleeping bag.

Much to Livonna's surprise it was not Agatha in the sleeping bag but a decoy Agatha had made up. Livonna was stunned not believing this could be when suddenly she was being choked by the very powerful arms of Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha had set up the decoy expecting someone to come for the artefact. Agatha' s decoy had worked to perfection as the overconfident Livonna had not expected a trap. Now Agatha had applied a sleeper hold and was pulling with all her strength to cause the werewolf Livonna to pass out.

As Livonna lost consciousness, she began to revert back to her human form much to the delight of Agatha Brat Tamer. Agatha found Livonna Grau to be quite beautiful with a bottom just perfect to spank.

Agatha picked up Livonna as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her limp form over to a nearby stump and sat down placing Livonna across her lap then sat waiting for Livonna to regain consciousness.

As Livonna began to stir she was dazed and confused not sure what had happened and surprised to be facing the ground. Livonna then realised that she was laying across someone's lap as she felt Agatha drumming her fingers on her butt.

"Ahh you are awake finally. I'm sorry for the trap I laid, my dear, but as I expected trouble I had to have an advantage and luckily I did you destroyed that decoy easily and I doubt I would have fared much better. So I take it you work with the thief who stole the artefact I now possess?"

Livonna only growls in reply to Agatha's question causing her to laugh. "Ahh a feisty one are you? Well a sore bottom will fix that, then you can tell me why this artefact is so important to this Dame Athanasia, person the little thief told me of."

Agatha then begins to spank Livonna smack after hard smack landing on her bare bottom causing her to squirm. As the spanking continues Agatha begins to ask Livonna some questions. "So how does an orcress and a werewolf come to work together hmm? Tell me, how you two came to work for this Dame Athanasia and why you are stealing for her."

Livonna begins to howl in protest as her bottom begins to redden

"Oww! Stop spanking me you bitchy barbarian. Me and Wolffang have worked with Dame Athanasia for awhile, now we each have our reasons and they are none of your business. Dame Athanasia is a powerful being who you do not want to piss off or steal from."

Agatha raises an eyebrow at this statement from Livonna and picks up her trusty wooden spoon Bottom Burner, given it's name as it was enchanted to make any bottom it was used on to feel like they were set on fire, and begins to spank Livonna with it.

"A powerful being is this Dame Athanasia? Someone I shouldn't piss off? Someone I shouldn't steal from?"

As Agatha asks each question she smacks each of Livonna's sore butt cheeks with Bottom Burner causing Livonna to kick her legs as her ass now feels like it is on fire from the enchantment of the spoon.

As Agatha continues the spanking she says to Livonna: "Luckily she shouldn't be pissed at me but thanking me for correcting her stooges mistakes and I didn't steal anything from Dame Athanasia, I took an artefact stolen by the orcress thief"

Livonna begins to howl louder squirming uncontrollably unable to prevent her legs from kicking as her ass now feels like it is setting inside a bonfire due to the magical properties of Bottom Burner. As Livonna continues to struggle she begins to lose control and begins transforming into a wolf.

Agatha notices a tail begin to grow from Livonna's backside she quickly grabs hold of her tail holding her in place she sets down Bottom Burner and grabs her leather strap Brats Bane, made from the hide of a dragon, and gives Livonna a sadistic smile.

"I have heard rumours, that if a werewolf is in grave distress, they cannot control their ability to transform, but I never thought to experience it in person. Well I'm surely going to cause some distress with Brat's Bane you simple mutt."

Agatha then brings Brat's Bane down repeatedly across Livonna's ass which was now bright red and feels as if it is engulfed in flames. Six blows Agatha gives Livonna each harder than the last. As the last lash of the strap connects Agatha releases Livonna from her lap who finishes transforming into a wolf and runs into the woods howling.

Agatha yelled taunting y after Livonna "Tell your Dame Athanasia, I do not care how powerful she is, I am not afraid. If she wants the same treatment I gave you and the little orcress thief then tell her to dare try and take this artefact away from the mighty Agatha Brat Tamer!"

Livonna ran through the woods hearing the challenging call she runs to where she knows a pond to be and sticks her backside in the pond to try and ease the inferno she feels on her ass. After staying at the pond for an hour Livonna returns to her human form and returns to Wolffang her eyes red and puffy and rubbing her sore beaten ass which was bright red and beginning to bruise.

When Wolffang saw Livonna she snickers and says: "So I take it you didn't retrieve the artefact?"

Livonna simply glares at Wolffang before they both begin the trip to their hideout to explain what happened to Dame Athanasia.

As Wolffang and Livonna approach the hideout they see Kajira waiting on them smiling.

"It seems you two bird brains have let Dame Athanasia down she has heard how you stole the artefact only to have it stolen from you, Wolffang. She also heard how you claimed you would retrieve the artefact but failed, Livonna. And since you two chose to try and steal the artefact without making a plan with her, your plans to get a reward have backfired, and when Dame Athanasia returns from dealing with this barbarian Agatha Brat Tamer, she plans to give you both a punishment and has instructed me to make sure you both remain here and prepare you for your upcoming punishment."

As Kajira says this she smiles and Wolffang and Livonna cry not sure if they will be able to handle a punishment from their mistress.

 

The howling of the werewolf could still be heard in the distance, when a pair of a glowing red eyes suddenly sparked in the bushes right behind Agatha's back. And while the barbarian woman was laughing at the spanked werewolf, a menacing figure with a pale white skin and raven haired beauty noiselessly appeared from the night shadows. In the blink of an eye she was already close to the barbarian. Her needle-like teeth pierced the woman's neck.

"So, you wanted to see Dame Athanasia in person, Agatha so called brat tamer, I suppose?" the raven haired woman laughed "Be careful, what do you wish for! Because here I am! And you have something, that belongs to me!" she smiled sinisterly, releasing Agatha.

The barbarian turned to the vampire, feeling, how some supernatural force makes her unable to resist the creature of the night's will. She was still able to argue with the vampire, but had no power to protect herself. "It belongs to the dwarves, no to you, bloodsucker!" she spat out.

The vampiress laughed louder and sat on a log, placing her opponent over her knees. "Well, well, well. I need to admit, I'm much appreciated, how you punished my useless minions for their failures, but it doesn't change the fact, that you dared to spoil my plans. And even while I am appreciated to you, no one have a right to punish my girls, except me or someone I allow to do that! And I don't remember, if I allowed you to punish any of my maids." she bared Agatha's bottom and opened her travel bag. "It looks like this is the artefact I am looking for. Thank you for keeping it for me!" Dame Athanasia took the artefact and hidden it into her own travel bag, before continued checking Agatha's goods. "Oh! It looks like I have here all I need to teach one overweening young woman a good lesson!" she smiled, raising Agatha's own hairbrush, Tear Bringer. "I wonder, if you ever felt all these nice things over this muscular ass of yours, Agatha! And, anyway, I'm happy to oblige!" she laughed sinisterly, before heavily landing the hairbrush on her owner's bottom for the first time. Agatha clenched her teeth. Her bottom was familiar with this hairbrush very well, since once it belonged to her mother, who was a very strict woman. But even she never spanked her this hard, so it didn't take much time from Dame Athanasia to make Agatha Brat Tamer to squirm over her lap, furiously kicking and crying out loud at each smack of the brush landing on her buttocks which turned bright pink quite quickly.

Suddenly Dame Athanasia stopped and rubbed Agatha's hot and already quite sore buttocks, slightly scratching them with her long sharp nails.

"I guess, since I want to check all these beautiful things this night, I need to switch to the next one," she giggled. "I don't want to broke you completely, so called 'Brat Tamer', but just teach you a lesson. So the spoon next, I guess!" she giggled some more, before raising the wooden spoon, Bottom Burner, aiming to Agatha's sit-spots. Even she was quite surprised, when these strokes made the woman scream out loud like she was a student of some Institute for Noble Maidens but not a barbarian warrior. "I guess it is enchanted, isn't it?" the vampiress smirked "Well, it looks like you're now taking your own medicine literally, Agatha. And hold still! Your behaviour is completely unladylike! Maybe this paddle will fix that?" she grinned like a pixie, now taking out Butt Bruiser.

The next few minutes seemed like an eternity to Agatha. An eternity of a burning terrible pain in her badly bruised buttocks. But that still wasn't the end, and she knew it. There was another one implement in her travel bag. And she was praying, that Dame Athanasia won't notice it. But the vampiress was observant enough to find it. She smiled dreadfully. "Oh, it looks like this is the thing that made my poor loyal Livonna howling so pitiful!" she turned to Agata's dark red ass covered with many purple bruises and chuckled. "I suppose it will be very unfair to my poor loyal Livonna, if you won't get some taste of this nasty strap yourself. I wonder, where did you get a dragon hide? It is illegal to slay such a rare species, you know? But enough talking, let us finish this!" and, paying no attention to all Agatha's pleading and weeping, she started tanning her already unbearable sore backside with Brat's Bane. She gave her just six strokes, but she made herself sure that those will be the Six of the Best, and then threw the almost passing passing out woman from her lap.

Agatha hardly sat on her hip, carefully rubbing her black and blue butt, weeping and bawling in pain. Dame Athanasia smirked sinisterly. "I hope, you'll learn your lesson, Agatha Tamed Brat, and will never dare to get in my way again. Don't try to hunt me down, if you don't want to get another thrashing. Thank you again for my artefact. And goodbye!" she threw all Agatha's implements to her and vanished in the night shadows, leaving the barbarian woman, who now was nothing more than a weeping mess, laying on the ground, nursing her terrible sore bottom.

The night was already old, when Dame Athanasia finally entered the camp of Blood Moon Gang. She glanced at her comrades and smiled sinisterly and triumphantly, making some accent at Wolffang's and Livonna's still red and sore bottoms. Both girls were still in tears, carefully nursing their badly spanked backsides. Kajira caught vampiress's eye and grinned.

"Just as you told me, milady." she said "I made sure, that these two won't go anyway, until your return."

Dame Athanasia nodded. "Good. So, I got the artefact and tamed the brat, who dared to call herself 'Brat Tamer'. And now it is time to give a valuable lesson to you two, since you both failed me!" the vampiress came closer to the orcess and the she-werewolf. Both girls trembled in fear and wept bitterly.

"But milady, please, that scar-faced bitch spanked us really bad!" Wolffang pleaded. "And I successfully stole that artefact from the dwarves! The only one, who really failed, is her, not me!" she pointed her finger at Livonna.

"Me?! I hunted that barbarian down! I bet my ass, you told her everything about Dame Athanasia, when she gave you that spanking! That's why she knew, that I will come! That's why she set a trap!" Livonna growled angrily.

Dame Athanasia sighed. "Enough! You both failed, and you both know very well that I do not let failures go unpunished." she turned to the witch "Kajira, dear, bring me a switch, please. A good and flexible one! It is time to teach this two useless girls a good lesson!"

Livonna and Wolffang both gulped in fear and covered their already badly sore buttocks with their hands, while Kajira smiled sinisterly, nodding to her mistress...

Part of my collaboration with guybert. His OC Agatha Brat Tamer meets my Blood Moon Gang

Who's Been a Naughty Boy?

 

A German Brat at Riverdale High

The Witch and the Wooden Ruler

   It was Halloween night, and Belinda Kruger, a pretty blue-eyed blonde from Germany, was dressed as a sexy witch, preparing to go to a Halloween party, when she saw her neighbor, Donna Lane, dressed as a nun and carrying a wooden ruler, leave her house and drive off into the night.
   "I hate that bitch!", Belinda growled in German. Donna had complained to the police about Belinda speeding up and down their road, The police had paid Belinda a visit that morning, telling her they couldn't arrest her without proof, but warning her they were going to keep a watch on her, making Belinda late for work. That resulted in her irate boss giving her a bare bottomed spanking. VERDAMMT, that man spanked HARD!  
   Looking in the mirror, Belinda's skirt was so short, she could see the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks. They were still sore, but now just a light shade of pink, unlike this morning, when she left her boss' office, they were fire engine red. She hoped nobody at the party would notice that.
   Thinking about that spanking, a evil plan began to form in Belinda's mind. Now would be the perfect time for revenge. Donna probably went to a Halloween party, and could be there for hours. Anything Belinda did to Donna's house, she would assume was done by angry trick-or-treaters, mad that she wasn't home, giving out candy. And if she did suspect Belinda, she would have an alibi, she was going to a party as soon as she left Donna's.
   Collecting what she needed, the German brat slipped quietly into Donna's dark backyard, where she launched an all out assault on her hated neighbor's house, throwing eggs and a rotten tomato at her back door, trampling her beloved flowers, knocking over her garbage cans.
   Belinda was making so much noise, she didn't hear Donna returning home. She had realized half way down the road, she had forgotten her phone. Inside the house, Donna heard somebody in her backyard. Looking out of her kitchen window, she saw Belinda tossing rolls of toilet paper into her apple tree. Since her phone was already in her hand, she decided to record Belinda's antics, so she would have proof when she called the police, before confronting Belinda.
    Belinda froze in her tracks when she heard her neighbor's back door slam open. Donna was standing there, fire burning in her ice blue eyes, tapping her wooden ruler against her leg. "This time", she shouted at the frightened blonde, "The police WILL have the proof they need to.arrest you, you German bitch!"
Snatching Belinda by her ear, Donna marched the German girl into her house, while giving her big bottom a series of swift hard swats with her ruler, reigning the fires her boss had started there that morning. Leading Belinda over to her couch, she commanded the now bawling blonde to sit there, while she called the police.
   Belinda began to beg for mercy, as tears ran down her pretty face, trying to think of what she could say, to get her out of trouble, even if it was a lie, "Please don't call the cops. I'm so sorry. I was still angry about this morning. The police came to my house, telling me about how you had called them, complaining about me speeding through the neighborhood. That made me late for work, and my boss gave me a ....spanking. I blamed you for that. But I know now that was really MY fault, not yours, you were just trying to keep the neighborhood safe. So, I want to apologize. I'll repair any damage I did to your property and buy you some new flowers."
     Donna eyed Belinda icily, thinking over what she had just said. She found a particular part of Belinda's tale  especially interesting. "Your boss... SPANKED you?" she asked, smiling devilishly," That gives me an idea. I think you deserve ANOTHER spanking for what you did. A long, HARD spanking on your bare bottom. One that will leave you unable to sit down for a week."
  Belinda felt ice cold chills run down her spine. ANOTHER spanking on her STILL sore bottom? And as angry as Donna was right now, she knew this one was going to be a real sorcher! But what could she do? It was either submit to a second spanking, or possibly get arrested.
   "OK, you can... spank me, if you don't call the police. I guess I deserve that." Belinda said, with a tremble in her voice.
  "Good choice" Donna said, sitting down on her couch, smiling, as pointed at her lap, "Across you go, you naughty girl." she added, cheerfully.   
   While Donna had promised the pixie faced blonde a bare bottom spanking, once she raised her short skirt, she saw Belinda was only wearing a tiny jet black thong. That wouldn't offer Belinda any protection from what Donna had planned for her. A first class shellacking. So, she decided Belinda could keep that on.
    Donna didn't t waste any time, after all, she was already late for her party. Her hand a blur, she rained down a fiery barrage of thunderous slaps to Belinda's jiggling behind. Each slap turning the German girl's big bottom a deeper darker shade of red. Belinda howled, scissoring her legs, as her witch's hat flew off of her head. Belinda thought her boss was a hard spanker, but Donna's hard lightning fast hand was brutal, each blow feeling like a kiss from a blow torch. Belinda's bottom was soon sizzling.
   But, at least, Belinda thought, she was thankful Donna was only using her hand, instead of her ruler. Belinda knew from personal experience, a ruler could really roast a girl's ass and leave a lasting impression she would feel for days.
   Donna finally stopped, resting her hand on Belinda's burning buns, smiling, when she felt the heat radiating off to them, in waves. "THERE, you wicked girl, that's what you get for being a vandal."
   Belinda started to rise up, off of Donna"s lap, but was forcefully pushed back down. "Where do you think you're going, you German brat? We're not finished here."
   "But... " Belinda protested, " I thought you said my spanking was over."
    "Yes, that's correct. Your spanking for what you did to my house and property IS over." Donna said, as she reached for her ruler, THIS spanking is for speeding up and down our road, endangering the lives of every adult, child and pet that lives here."
     If Belinda thought her rear was on fire before, Donna's ruler turned that fire into a roaring inferno. A white hot pain, searing EVERY inch of the struggling blondes plump posterior.Especially Belinda's sit spots, Donna paid EXTRA attention to those, making sure she kept her promise, when she warned Belinda she wouldn't t be able to sit down for days.
    When Donna finally stopped, Belinda was sure even her blisters had blisters. Flying off of her disciplinarian's lap, Belinda began to hop from foot to foot, her braids swinging back and forth, with mascara running down her cheeks, shouting "MY ASS IS ON FIRE! " over and over in German., while gently caressed her blistered butt, her hands looking ghostly white pressed against her crimson butt cheeks.
  Once Belinda had calmed down, but a long time before her pipping hot butt would cool down, Donna handed her a trash bag and some cleaning supplies, warning Belinda if her backyard wasn't cleaned up, by the time she returned from her party, she would be paying Belinda a visit. And she would be bringing her old sorority paddle with her.

   A hour later Belinda was back home, holding a ice pack in both hands, pressing them gently to her still red hot rear, wishing she had a beer. There was beer at the party she had planned on attending before the bitch next door had busted her butt. And that cute boy she had a crush on may be there, too. Plus, the party was just a short walk from her house. Thankfully. The last thing Belinda wanted to do right now was to go on a long car ride. She had already found out the hard way, sitting down any time tonight was going to be unbelievably painful.
   But she couldn't go in her sexy witch outfit, it exposed most of her bottom. Her swollen, STILL steaming, burgundy bottom. Everybody there would know she had just been spanked like a naughty child. Long and HARD! Maybe she could wear the same Halloween costume she wore last year. A English schoolgirl outfit. Everybody thought she looked adorable in that, with her long blonde hair wove into braids. It had a short skirt that would just barely cover her ample ass cheeks. Yes, that sounded like fun. And Belinda was desperately in need of a good time, after how her night had started out.
   Belinda should had stayed home. The cute boy she had a crush on, came to the party with a girl Belinda hated. Her butt still stung horribly and throbbed like a toothache. At least, there was free beer there, and Belinda had drank a LOT of it. The more she drank, the meaner she got, being rude and insulting the other guests, flirting with men right in front of their girlfriends, until the host of the party, Carol White, finally decided it would be best if Belinda went home, and asked her politely to leave. Belinda flew into a rage hearing that, and called Carol a bitch, as she stormed towards the front door.
   She never made it. Carol's boyfriend, Hawk, the star quarterback of the local college, had stopped Belinda in her tracks, and then tossed her across his shoulder like a tiny rag doll, and carried her back into the living room. Sitting down in a folding chair he forced Belinda across his lap, as the partygoers all gathered around him in a circle, cheering loudly. Carol, who had been across Hawk's lap herself a time or two, knew exactly what he planned on doing. Quickly searching through her backpack, she pulled out a large jet black oval hairbrush, a hairbrush she called in private, "The Fire Starter" and handed it to her boyfriend.
   Hawk thanked her, giving her a wink and raised it high in the air, saying, "How appropriate, that you're dressed like a schoolgirl, Belinda, because I'm about to show you what happens to naughty schoolgirls who misbehave."

     While Belinda was at her Halloween party, teaching the guests there how to do a new dance, a dance Belinda did by prancing around in a circle, with her hands clasped to her cherry red rear, while howling like a banshee, Donna returned from her party to find her house had been vandalized by trick-or-treaters. Unfortunately for Belinda. Because that's who Donna thought did it, and she had every intention of fulfilled the promise she made to Belinda, if she failed to clean up all of the damage she had done to Donna's yard and house.
     Steaming mad, Donna snarled, "THAT LYING BITCH! She promised to clean up the mess she made, And not only didn't she do that, it looks like she added to it!  OH MY GOD, she even spray painted 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN, BITCH!' on the side of my house! Well, I told you, Blondie, what I was going to do if you didn't keep your promise, and I meant it!"
   Entering her house, Donna made a beeline for her hall closet, where she kept her old soroity paddle. Holding her paddle again, brought back a flood of memories. Some painful memories. Like when she was just a pledge, and all of the times that paddle had sat her fanny on fire. But happy memories, too, when she was the sorority's disciplinarian, and she was the one swinging the paddle. She loved her sorority sisters, but she also loved being the one to discipline them, painting their bare asses burgundy, watching them squirm in class, and how adorable they looked, doing their "spanking dances". Her sorority had taken a vote once, to see what sister gave the hardest paddlings. Donna kept that trophy on her mantle.
    While Donna was practicing her swing, and watching  Belinda's house, through her bedroom window, anxiously waiting for her to return home, Belinda was trespassing at their rich neighbor's house. Seeing there was nobody home at the Morrison's place, she had hopped their hedge, and headed towards their pool. Luckily for Belinda they hadn't drained their pool yet, but the water would be freezing this time of the year. That's exactly what Belinda was hoping for. Slipping out of her skirt and panties, she slowly sank into the chilly water, until the water was up to her waist.
     "Ahhh...", the well chastised girl sighed, "That feels good. I can't believe I was spanked FOUR times today! I hated being forced to repair the damage I did to that bitch Donna's place,  but I'm glad I did now. As hard as she spanks, with just her hand and a ruler, she must be a holy terror when she has a paddle in her hand. And as angry as she was with me, I bet she would had really tore my ass up. Thank God, I don't have to worry about that now."
     Belinda stormed into her house as mad as a wet hen. Tonight was the most embarrassing night of her life. EVERYBODY at the party had seen that giant of a man blister her bare behind. Seen it and LOVED it! Cheering and laughing as her backside turned redder and redder. And then that damned bitch Donna gave her a paddling just for nothing! That American bitch didn't listen her at all, but that was not her, who vandalized her house this evening! Well, at least, not her, who left it that way. Belinda's bottom was still sizzling! She slipped her panties off and walked to her fridge. She removed two cans of ice cold Coca Cola, and held them to her scalding hot butt cheeks, slowly rubbing them back and forth, when she heard her doorbell ring. 

   Going to her door she saw two adorable young girls standing there. Twins about eight years old, dressed in identical princess outfits. 'TRICK OR TREAT!" the twins shouted excitingly. "Trick or treat? That was over hours ago! Can't you brats tell time? Get your asses home and go to bed where you belong!" Belinda said, before slamming her door shut. 

     Mere seconds later, Belinda heard someone banging on her front door. Probably those damn twins again, Belinda thought, but how could they knock that loud? It sounded like thunder! Swinging the door opening, Belinda was saying, " I told you damn brats to go ... ' when she saw the twins were standing behind a police officer, both of them crying. 

   The officer eyed Belinda angrily, "Ma'am, I'm Officer O'Dell, these are my daughters, Pam and Jan. You must not had seen me earlier, because it's pretty dark over there by the willow tree, where I was standing, but I heard EVERYTHING you said to my twins., and you're right, trick or treating was over hours ago. I had promised to take the girls out tonight, when I got home from work, but was delayed at work, at a crime scene. They looked so heartbroken when I got home, I decided to take them out even though it is too late for trick- or-treating. Everybody on this block has been really nice to them, especially after I explained why we're out so late. Everybody but YOU! What you said to my girls was horrible. I've never seen somebody so rude. I think you need a lesson in a manners, young lady. And I'm going to give it to you, RIGHT NOW!"

  Taking Belinda by her arm, he forced his way into her house, while telling his twins, "You two, sit here at the dining room table and eat your Halloween candy. I'm  going to have a little "talk" with Miss Potty Mouth in the other room, and I'll be right back." 

      Being led off to what she was certain was going to be a painful "conversation", Belinda noticed for the first time, Officer O''Dell was carrying a willow switch in his hand.
Early Saturday morning, Belinda was asleep, in the nude, and on her stomach, with her ceiling fan running full blast. even though it was a cold November morning. when she heard her doorbell ringing. Sitting up to get her robe, she realized she had just made a huge mistake. Shouting, "OWIE!" she quickly hopped up, thankful it was the weekend, and she didn't have to return to work until Monday. Maybe she could sit down by then.
  Wrapping her robe around her, she made her way sleepily to her front door. Opening it, she was shocked, and terrified, to  see Donna Lane standing there. With her sorority paddle in her hand.
   Belinda hands flew to her badly bruised  behind, as she looked at Donna fearfully, 'Please don't paddle me again! I was already spanked SIX times yesterday. Three times by you, once by my boss, once by some asshole at the Halloween party I went to and by a police officer."
   Donna looked nervous herself, like she was struggling with what she was about to say, "Relax, Belinda, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to apologize. The police called me after I left your house last night, to tell me that they had caught the two teenage boys who had vandalized my house while I was out. I know now that wasn't you the second time. I'm  sorry I paddled you for that."
   Anger boiled up in Belinda, "I told you that wasn't t me! Maybe I did deserve the first two spankings you gave me, but I didn't t deserve that paddling! My butt is black and blue this morning."
     "I know now, I was wrong to do that. " Donna said, unable to look into Belinda's big blue eyes, " That's why I'm carrying my paddle. I thought about it all night, and I ... deserve to be punished for doing that." she said quietly, handing her paddle to Belinda.
    " Belinda, would you please blister my ass?"
     Belinda's eyes lit up, overjoyed at hearing that offer. Revenge was finally going to be hers. If Donna wanted Belinda to paddle her, she was going to give her a paddling she would NEVER forget.
    Smiling sinisterly Belinda replied, 'It'll be my pleasure."
                                                                              THE END

Flea-bitten Loser

"AROOOOW!!!!" the howling accompanied by very loud slapping sounds could be heard all over the block. A few passers-by stopped to look around several times,trying to figure out, where are strange sounds coming from, but with no success most of them just shrugged their shoulders and moved on. Few of them understood, that a plaintive howl was coming right from an old pub, which had a very ambiguous reputation. There were rumours among the townsfolk that those pub was nothing more but a gangster den or something, but many people believed that usual customers there were not just a regular bandits, but supernatural creatures. And that was another reason not to try to eavesdrop, what is going on. Especially because announcement on the door was saying: "Tonight private party, admission strictly by invitation".

A tall and well-built young werewolf-woman was howling and bawling in pain, squirming and struggling over much littler vampire girl knee. The vampiress was holding her surprisingly strong by her tail, smacking her plump buttocks repeatedly with a massive metal paddle, which was literally burning poor wolf-girl's fur and skin - it was made from the silver. The vampiress held the paddle by it's rubber handle, so the hallow metal herself.

"So, flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my pub?" the vampiress asked, raising the paddle for an another stroke. A bunch of nicely dressed vampires giggled, watching them. This she-wolf was quite bold in the beginning, after one of the waitress found out, that she is not a vampire as she tried to pretend. Trying to break out from the pub, she not just shifted in her wolf-form, but even crashed few stools, broke some bottles and ruined an old poster with an autograph of a forgotten jazz singer on it. But the bouncers got her, and the pub owner decided to teach an unwelcome guest a good lesson herself.

"OWIEEE!!!" the werewolfess wept bitterly, wagging her terrible sore bottom and kicking her long legs. "Please, just let me go! OW!!! OW!!!"

"Not before you'll tell me everything I wish to know!" the vampiress said, giving the she-werewolf few more burning strokes, making her scream and struggle.

"Okay! OW!!! OUCH!!! Okay! I am not send by anyone! OWIEEE!!! I swear! OUCH!!!!" the she-werewolf kicked her legs furiously, squirming and wagging her terrible sore bottom, trying to make the stinging sensation in her well-spanked buttocks easy even a bit.

"Bullshit! Tell me the truth!" the vampiress gave her an especially painful stroke, making her bawl so loud, that all the glasses started cracking. "Oh, it looks like you're giving me one more reason to paddle your fat ass right to bones! Tell me the truth finally, or I'll spank you into to next week!"

"OWIEEE!!!! But I'm telling the... EEEYOOOW!!!! I'm promise! I swear! I'm not lying! I came here by my own! I hoped, if I'll find out something interesting about these vampires plans, my alpha will promote me in the pack..." she broke in tears.

"Oh, how sweet! A flea-bitten loser tried to spy on us just hoping, that it will help her to promote in her pack of losers! I'm sorry, but it looks like you lose again! Okay, wolfie, I believe you. And the interrogation is over. But now I need to punish you for this mess in my pub!" the vampiress looked at her customers. "Ladies and gentlemen, how many strokes of this lovely silver paddle deserves this werewolf-bitch for all the damage she had done? And the first of all - any strokes I already gave her don't count!"

Big Bottom Blues

      Belinda’s three coworkers were watching her like a hawk when she arrived for work Friday morning. The pretty pixie faced blonde tried to sit down at her desk as gently as possible, but the second her badly bruised bottom landed on her chair, she let out a tiny squeal of pain, causing her three coworkers to laugh uproariously. But Belinda didn’t blame them, every woman at that accounting firm had been paddled by their boss, Rhonda Grey, before, and they all teased each other afterwards.
       Rhonda was a fair but strict boss, and Belinda and her coworkers never felt like they were ever punished unjustly. Until yesterday. Belinda had accidentally logged into the company’s private account, instead of their business account, when Rhonda came flying out of her office, enraged, shouting at Belinda that she was the only one in that office allowed to view the company’s private account. The pretty German girl apologized profusely, saying she had done it accidentally, and had logged back out the second she realized her mistake. Rhonda still marched Belinda into her office, and gave her bare bottom six blistering swats with her wicked paddle. Belinda left her office bawling like a baby, her butt burning well into the night.
        Belinda was a curious girl, and wondered why that had upset Rhonda so badly. Since Rhonda wasn’t due in that day until after lunch, Belinda decided to sneak back into the company’s private account, looking for an explanation for why Rhonda had acted like she had yesterday. Fifteen minutes later she found what she was looking for. Somebody had placed a large sum of the company’s funds into an account Belinda had never seen before. Doing an online search, she found that company didn’t exist. Someone had funneled the company’s funds into a bogus account. And since Rhonda was the only one allowed to use that account, Belinda knew who the culprit was.
        What should she do about that? Report her findings to the police? Call Roger Grey, the owner of the company and Rhonda’s husband, and tell him what she just discovered? Deciding on a course of action, Belinda smiled wickedly.

   When Rhonda arrived to work, Belinda confronted her in her office. Rhonda denied knowing anything about that transaction, and threatened to fire Belinda, until Belinda showed her a stack of papers she had printed out that proved she was telling the truth. Feeling trapped, Rhonda confessed she had used that money to pay off her credit card debt. At that point, Belinda offered her boss a choice, Belinda would call Rhonda’s husband and tell him about that, or Belinda could give her a bare bottom paddling, with her own paddle. A paddling, Belinda promised her, would leave her big butt blistered and bruised for days. Rhonda fearfully and reluctantly, chose the paddling, but only if Belinda promised her she wouldn’t call her husband, and if she would wait until her coworkers went home.
    At 5:30, Belinda was smiling satanically, Rhonda’s huge wooden paddle in her hand. Rhonda was laying across her desk, saying a silent prayer, when Belinda began to gently tap her bare bottom with the same paddle Rhonda had sat so many asses on fire with. Rhonda’s butt cheeks reminded Belinda of two super-sized scoops of vanilla ice cream. Belinda chuckled, thinking about how soon they would look like two scoops of strawberry ice cream, and then, cherry. Holding the paddle with both hands, like a baseball player on the mound, Belinda let fly with a powerful swing, the wind whistling through the holes drilled down the surface of the paddle. The crash was deafening in the small office, followed by a even louder cry from Rhonda. Rhonda flew off of her desk, her hands rubbing the burning band of red Belinda had just branded across the center of her rear. Rhonda had never been spanked before, much less paddled, and she couldn’t believe how painful a single paddle swat was. And the fire that followed. No wonder the girls in the office feared her paddle.
    Belinda ordered Rhonda back across her desk, and fired another ferocious swat deep into Rhonda’s big booty, causing her butt cheeks to shake like jelly. Another glowing red welt appeared below the first, but the majority of Rhonda’s chunky cheeks were still ghostly white. Belinda planned on painting Rhonda’s entire ass crimson, even if her arm was sore by the time she was finished, but not as sore as Rhonda’s rear would be.
    After a series of sizzling strikes, each burning hotter than the last, Belinda finished her devastating assault on Rhonda’s ample ass cheeks, by swinging the paddle upwards, landing forcefully where Rhonda’s bottom blended into her upper thighs, her “sit spots”, to ensure Rhonda wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days.
   Given permission to rise from her desk, Rhonda began to hop from foot to foot, shouting, “MY ASS IS ON FIRE!” while tears streamed down her face, her hands gently caressing the welts and blisters Belinda had decorated her derrière with. Running into the bathroom, she soaked papers towels in cold water, and tenderly held them against her scorching hind quarters, the damp towels doing little to quench the fires raging all across her charbroiled butt cheeks.
     Returning to her office, she found Belinda sitting in her chair, still holding her paddle, smiling like The Cheshire Cat. “I won’t forget this, you German brat, the next time I have a reason to paddle you!” Rhonda said angrily. “I’m sure you won’t forget that paddling …. EVERY time you try to sit down for the rest of the month!” Belinda giggled, giving Rhonda’s big ass a final slap, before leaving the office, whistling a happy German drinking song.
    Rhonda returned to her desk, and attempted to sit down, before quickly realizing that was a horrible mistake. That blonde bitch was right, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for days. But, at least, she was thankful Belinda hadn’t called her husband. Roger would had been furious if he knew she had used his company’s funds to pay off her credit card debt.

       Belinda had kept her word. She hadn’t called Rhonda’s husband, Roger. She sent him a text instead. Explaining to him what she had discovered. And adding how Rhonda had agreed to let Belinda paddle her, if she didn’t call him. A paddling Belinda felt like Rhonda deserved, for paddling her unjustly yesterday.
       Roger texted her back, that he was appalled to find out his wife had paddled employees who worked for a company he owned, and promised Belinda that would never happen again. He agreed that Rhonda deserved a paddling, and if Belinda gave her a good long hard paddling, he would give her a raise. And when his wife got home, he may have a “talk” with her, too. With his thick leather belt doing most of the talking. Belinda, a naughty girl who was an expert on getting spanked, added if he wanted to make a last impression on his wife, he should use a switch.
        After an extremely painful ride home, Rhonda pulled into her garage. Exiting her car, she gave her still burning bottom a good rub, wishing she could go into her house, lay across her bed, with an ice pack planted on her boiling backside, and have a good cry, but how would she explain to her husband why her usually alabaster ass was currently a deep dark magenta, slowly fading into shades of purple and black? Besides, Roger had made reservations for them to eat out tonight. She hoped it wasn’t to a restaurant with hard wooden seats. Damn, that German bitch spanked HARD! At least she could take a shower before they went out. An icy cold shower! Hopefully that would snuff out the fires still raging all across her tortured tushy.
       Rhonda was shocked when she opened the front door to her house and found her husband standing there, glowering at her angrily, with a thick black leather belt in one hand, and a pairing knife in the other. The perfect knife for cutting switches.
                                                         THE END
 

Betty and Wilma

Curious to find out what their husbands, Barney and Fred, did at their lodge meetings, Betty and Wilma, disguised as men, sneaked into The Water Buffalo Lodge. Unfortunately for the unlucky duo, that was the night The Water Buffaloes hazed the newest potential members. Believing Betty and Wilma are men, hoping to join the lodge, the two women are paddled by ALL of the lodge members, including their own husbands.
After that excruciatingly painful paddling, Betty and Wilma ran out of the lodge and returned home, where they quickly changed out of their disguises. Redressing they were shocked to see their blistered bottoms were as red as lava, and just as hot. With purplish bruises beginning to form in the centers of their swollen butt cheeks, assuring sitting down would be nearly impossible for days to come.

How to Tame a Hellcat

   Belinda Krüger, a pretty nineteen year old blonde from Germany, had traveled to Falconberg, a small town in the English countryside, to visit her childhood  friend, Megan McGraw. Belinda was surprised by Megan’s change in appearance, she had dyed her hair neon green and was wearing a leather jacket with the words THE HELLCATS printed across the back. She was with two girls her same age, also wearing similar jackets. When Belinda asked her friend if she had started a punk rock band, she laughed and said, “A band? A band of outlaws, maybe. Or, at least that’s what the locals call us. Let go back to our flat, and I’ll explain it to you.”

      After speeding back to Megan’s “flat”, in a abandoned warehouse, Megan explained to Belinda, “The Hellcats are a gang I started, a all female street gang. Just for kicks. The locals hate us because … well, sometimes we do break the law. Nothing major, sometimes we do break into stores, after hours, to collect the food and supplies we need, or bust up a vending machine, or cause a bit of vandalism. And the shop owners hate our graffiti art, but we’re just doing our bit to beautify this town. And maybe we do get into scuffles, and ride our motorcycles a little too fast down the main drag. And the town just recently started a curfew, thanks to us, teenagers aren’t allowed out after nine o’clock. But the bobbies can only arrest us IF they catch us out, or committing a crime. And they’ll NEVER do that. We’re too fast and clever.” Belinda is fascinated by her friend’s tale of wild adventure, and begs to join her gang. 

    At that very moment across town, the town council is holding a meeting. Mayor Magnus is speaking, “ We can not allow this teenage crime wave to continue in our fair city. Yes, I understand the law can only apprehend one of these so called Hellcats, if he catches her breaking the law, but I think it’s time we take matters into our own hands. I say we form a vigilante committee, patrol our streets at night. And if any of us sees a young lady out after the curfew, give her what she so richly deserves. A blistered bottom. With whatever implement that man may be carrying. I have here before me, a collection of items I think would be perfect to teach a naughty girl a lesson she would never forget. Canes, paddles, belts, switches, etc … pick your poison, boys, and let’s head out tonight and reclaim our city.”

    That night, Belinda is proudly wearing her leathers, about to pick the lock on the back door of a grocery store, when she feels a strong hand descend down on her shoulder. “Come here, Girly.”, the huge man says as he drags Belinda over to an iron guard rail and after commanding her to remove her leather pants to bend over it. He then paints twelve fiery stripes across her bare bottom, with a rattan cane, before releasing her, to go howling off into the night. 

     The next night, Belinda is apprehended as she was about to spray paint The Hellcats logo across the front of a bookstore, and is given a bare bottom spanking across her captor’s knee. A long, hard hand spanking on top of the twelve welts still fresh from the night before. Belinda’s big bottom was boiling by the time he was finished.

     Belinda, the only member of the gang to have been punished TWICE, was just as unlucky the next night. A former footballer, a bear-sized man, scorched Belinda’s bare bottom with a thick leather belt, leaving Belinda, the would be bad girl, bawling like a baby. 

    The next night, Belinda and Megan was stopped by two off duty bobbies, who were patrolling the city with paddles in their hands. Each girl received the same number of butt blistering white hot swats, but since this was Belinda’s FOURTH punishment of the week, her paddling was much more painful than Megan’s.

    Unbeknownst to Megan and Belinda, across town another member of the gang, Trixie, had just had her rear roasted by Mayor Magnus, who was now watching her dance from foot to foot, trying  desperately to rub out the inferno blazing away all across her ruby red rear. When Trixie saw the Mayor sit down his large oval hairbrush he had just used to ignite her ass, and pick up a cane, she began to beg for mercy. The mayor told her, if she told him the location of The Hellcats’ secret hideout, and promise not to reveal that to her gang, she was free to go. Trixie hated to betray her friends, but remembering what Belinda’s bottom looked like after her caning, she agreed to that deal. 

     The next day, shortly before nightfall, when The Hellcats were still all in bed, sleeping on their stomachs, their bare bottoms all some shade of red, the vigilante committee stormed their hideout, and marched the girls to the high school gym, where most of the town was gathered, sitting in the bleachers. In the center of the gym, sat a sawhorse. Beside it sat a large vase of switches. Each of the teenage hooligans, except for Trixie, was placed one at a time, bare bottomed across the saw horse, and switched fiercely, while the crowd cheered loudly. The girls were then told, as long as they remained in their gang, they would continue to receive nightly punishments. The girls agreed to disband, and left their leather back jackets behind, before returning for a final night at their clubhouse.

                                                                    EPILOGUE  

      ONE YEAR LATER : The former Hellcats were all now respectable members of society, with well paying jobs or going to college. Megan, the former gang leader, was now married to the bobbie who had paddled her the year before. She was now a member of the police force, too, and kept that same paddle in her police cruiser, to use on lawbreakers who broke minor laws, and didn’t want to suffer through a lengthy and expensive legal case, she gave them the choice, of suffering through the rest of the week every time they attempted to sit down, instead. 

      As for Belinda? She returned to Europe, and was currently across the lap of a security guard at the mall she was just caught shoplifting at. The security guard’s hard right hand was rapidly turning Belinda’s snowy white butt cheeks fire engine red, 

       Some girls never learn.