Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Four: The Brat and the Belt

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Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Three: Juan Learns how to Give a Proper Spanking

 

    Belinda, a blonde brat from Germany, had agreed to let her landlord, Juan Lopez, give her a spanking, if he didn’t evict her for playing her favourite Rob Zombie album, as loud as possible, two o’clock in the morning. A decision she was currently regretting. Even over her leather mini-skirt, whenever Juan’s hand made it through her defenses, her hands and her wildly kicking legs, his hand left a burning imprint, that stung  like Belinda’s ample ass had just been attacked by a hundred angry hornets.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, a fair skinned woman with wild red hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent, had been sent to Belinda’s building to check out a noise complaint. She was watching Juan punishing Belinda, disappointed in his spanking technique. Mary was an expert spanker. Sometimes she offered a first time offender a choice, spend the night in jail, or the next ten minutes across her lap. Just last week, she caught a fat-bottomed girl with a big blonde mohawk spraying painting “A.C.A.B.” on the side of a sawmill. She chose the corporal punishment option, a bad choice in a lumber yard. After Mary sat the punk’s bare buns ablaze with her hand, she found a slat of wood that made a perfect paddle.That paddle left the bawling brat’s big butt sizzling, her “sit spots” smoking.

    Realizing she was doing a poor job of protecting her plump posterior, Belinda decided to squirm off of Juan’s lap before her buns got any warmer, a easy task, since he was just holding her down, with his hand on her shoulder. Once free, she began to hop from foot to foot, pouting prettily, while rubbing her rear, and pleading, “Please, Herr Lopez, no more. My Popo is on FIRE! I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER break another of your rules!”

   Mary’s icy eyes narrowed, giving Belinda a bone chilling stare, as she spoke to Juan, “Do you mind if I give you some advice on how to give a proper spanking?” Juan wondered why she would be able to give him advice like that, but said, “Yes, if you want to.”

  The policewoman stood up, towering over Belinda, and undid the German’s girl belt, allowing her black leather skirt to fall to her feet, leaving Belinda wearing just a tiny black thong. Turning Belinda around, she said to Juan, “Look. This brat’s bottom is barely pink. A serious spanking shouldn’t end until it’s bright red.” Belinda wanted to tell Mary, “Mind your own business, you spooky looking bitch!” but something about the officer scared Belinda.

    Mary O’Hara then placed Belinda back across Juan’s lap and instructed him, “Now, place your right leg, over her legs, she won’t be able to scissor her legs now. Take her right wrist with your left hand, and pin it to her back, so she won’t be able to use it to cover your intended target. Now, FIRE AWAY!”

   With Belinda finally locked in place, and now practically bare bottomed, Juan’s right hand became a blur. The room quickly filling with the thunderous cracks of Juan’s heavy hand against Belinda’s rapidly reddening rear, and the naughty German girl’s howls.

     A crowd had gathered outside of Belinda’s apartment, attracted to the noise. Since Mary had left Belinda’s front door wide open, they all had a clear view of what was happening. And loved it. All of the residents of Belinda’s building had a good reason for why they felt she deserved a good spanking. Joy, a cute nurse from Japan, turned to the crowd, and said while rubbing her butt, “I’m NEVER breaking one of Juan’s rules! OWIE! I bet that girl won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

   That gave Dreama Bennett an idea. Dreama’s late husband used to spank her, whenever he felt she deserved one. She missed those spankings now. The last time she was late with her rent, Juan had scolded her, telling her she needed to stick to her budget better. She wondered what he would do, if she told him she needed some “incentive” to do that.

   Back in Belinda’s apartment, Mary saw Belinda had a heavy oval hairbrush, lying on her couch. She picked it up, and handed it to Juan, saying with a sinister sneer, “If your hand is getting sore, use this.”

   Hearing that, Belinda shouted, “If your hand is getting SORE? What about my poor Popo. It really IS on FIRE now!”

    If Belinda thought her “Popo” was on fire before, the hairbrush rose the temperature of her roasting rear to the boiling point, turning her tush crimson, her “sit spots” maroon. She could feel blisters popping up like pimples on prom night all over her percolating posterior. Feeling like a witch, being burnt alive, she reached under the chair and gave Juan’s leg a vicious pinch. His leg shot up in the air, freeing Belinda’s legs, he released her wrist to rub the sting away, allowing her to tumble off of his lap, and do the LAST thing on Earth she wanted to do, land hard on her blistered bottom. Seeing the crowd watching her for the first time, she ran to the doorway, shouting, “I HOPE YOU SICK FUCKS  ENJOYED THE SHOW!” before slamming the door shut.

    Hearing that Juan said sternly, “You can’t talk to my tenants like that! Get your ass back over my lap, young lady, I’m not done spanking you yet!”

       STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER FOUR, “BELINDA AND THE BELT” TO FIND OUT WHAT

                                                  HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.       

A. C. A. B.

Gertie was riding her motorcycle at almost full speed. She just loved that feeling, when the wind was blowing her mohawk. She ignored the speed and now just enjoyed the ride.

Suddenly she noticed a sparkling of an emergency lights in her rear view mirrors. She turned her head a bit and barely heard a police siren. Gertie looked again at the mirrors and saw a police car, which was obviously pursuing her. The biker stepped on the gas, but the police car kept up. Slowly but surely the police car caught up with her, making the biker slow down and then stop.

A tall African American woman appeared from the police car and gave Gertie a gesture to dismount from her motorbike. The blonde obeyed. The policewoman, officer Madison Bell, gave her a very strict look.

"Miss, have you ever heard of a speed limits?" officer Bell shook her head. "Or are you one of those two-wheeled rascals who thinks all restrictions are only for cars and pedestrians? And don't you dare to tell me, that you just didn't notice me. You accelerated right when I commanded you to stop!"

"I'm sorry, officer, but I really didn't notice you..." Gertie shrugged.

"Oh, really?" officer Bell crossed her arms. "Are you deaf and blind? If so, I need to revoke your driving license. And I need to see it here and now anyway! Give it to me!"

"Officer, please! No need for such a radical methods!" Gertie protested, now much less confident. "I am sorry for breaking rules..."

Before she said anything more, officer Bell interrupted her. "Radical methods, you're saying? That's a good idea, rascal!"

Gertie gave the officer a puzzled look. Madison put her hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure that a simple fine won't be enough to stop you from breaking the law. And I'm even more sure, that you are from those scoundrels, who can't be stopped just by revoking their license. So I have another solution. I will punish you here and now, girl. And then you'll be free. I'm pretty sure, this punishment will be the most effective. Do you agree?"

Gertie sighed and nodded uncertainly. The last thing she wanted was to get her driving license revoked. And she also didn't want to get fined. But in the same time she was afraid about what did the officer planned to her. The policewoman took her to her car and made her bent over the hood.

"By this racing with me, you fought the law. And the law won. I am the law, so I won. And you deserved to be punished," officer Bell took the baton from her belt. "And I will punish you here and now!" she put her hand on Gertie's back, holding her in position. Gertie sobbed, now perfectly understanding, what a punishment mean the policewoman. The baton heavily landed across the biker's plump bottom making her scream in pain. Officer Bell had quite heavy hand. Just like her baton. So Gertie's tight jeans almost didn't give her any protection from a heavy rain of a hard swats rained down on her round buttocks. It didn't take much time before Gertie started squirming over the police car's hood, kicking and screaming out loud, weeping bitterly, but the police woman was relentless.

Only when Gertie was sure, that policewoman will make spank the seat of her pants off with the baton, officer Bell finally stopped and make the weeping girl stand up.

"Now I'm pretty sure that you won't overspeeding any time soon at least a week." she said, smirking at the crying biker. "Now you are free to go. But if I'll ever see you on the road again, I'll think that you're come for another thrashing."

Gertie rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"All cops are bastards!" she muttered under her breath.

"What did you just said?" officer Bell gave her a very strict look.

Gertie gulped nervously.

"All criminals are bastards!" she replied quickly.

Officer Bell smirked at her and sat in her car. Right after she turned around, Gertie couldn't hold any more. She started jumping in place, furiously rubbing her terrible sore bottom, just like she was dancing a kind of war dance, weeping and bawling in pain.

Bad Girls Beware! Part Two

     Belinda sat in the dark, trembling from the cold, with her bare bottom sank deep into a snow bank, behind a roughneck bar, in west Texas. Her roaring hot rear causing the snow to sizzle and turn to steam. With tears running down her pretty face, she sobbed softly, “ Brrrrr … I’m freezing but my popo is STILL on fire! Verdammt, Krampus tore my ass up! I’m won’t be able to sit down for a week!” when she heard a man behind her say, “Young lady, what are doing out here, sitting half naked, in the snow, behind a bar I doubt you’re even old enough to go in to?”

   Without turning around to see who had just spoken to her, Belinda snarled, “I don’t have to answer any of your silly questions, mister, leave me the fuck alone and mind your own business!” 
    The man, turned on a flashlight he had in his hand and shined in on Belinda, “This IS my business! Pull your pants up, you’re coming with me.” 

   “I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU, YOU …” Belinda shouted as she turned around to see the man who just spoke to her was … “A POLICEMAN! I’m sorry, Officer, I didn’t know you were a member of the police force. Thanks for checking on me, but I’m OK. I’m going home now.” Belinda said, as she quickly pulled her pants back up. Pants that now felt two sizes too small and rubbed painfully against the mass of red hot welts Krampus had burnt into her chubby butt cheeks.

   “ Not until you tell me your name, young lady, and why you’re sitting bare assed naked behind a bar in the middle of the night.” the officer, Johnny Black, said, stopping Belinda from leaving, by holding onto her arm. 

  “My name is Belinda Kruger, and I’m from Germany. And I didn’t take my pants off, Krampus did, so he could spank me with what you call switches here in Texas.” the pixie-faced blonde said, as she caressed the seat of her pants, feeling the heat radiating off off her boiling bottom in waves. 

   “HE DID? That’s assault. I’ll arrest him for that. Can you describe this Krampus fella to me?”, Johnny said, suddenly feeling  sorry for Belinda. 

   “Well”, Belinda began, “He’s about seven feet tall, with big horns. He’s covered in jet black fur, except for his face. That’s red. His tongue is about two feet long. Oh, and he has hooves.”

    The officer was shocked to hear such an outlandish tale. Was this girl crazy or on drugs? Either way, he was going to have to take her down to the police station. “OK, miss, please put your hands behind your back. I’m going to have to run you downtown.”

   “WHY? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Belinda pleaded.

   “For indecent exposure and being intoxicated, or on drugs. We won’t know for sure which until we have you tested at the station.” Johnny said as he removed his handcuffs.

   “But I’m NOT drunk. Well, maybe just a little bit. But I was already punished for that. On December fifth, Krampus disciplines all of the naughty boys and girls, no matter how old they are, for all of the things they did wrong this year. Mostly in Europe, but I guess he made a special trip to America just to see me. And believe me, he gave it to me good this time. OWIE! I feel like I sat on a red hot stove.” Belinda pouted as she rubbed her blistered bottom. 

   “Oh, yes, the seven foot tall demon with a tongue like Gene Simmons. I’m sorry, that story is a little hard to swallow. Please place your hands behind your back, Belinda, you’re under arrest.”

    “Please don’t arrest me. I know my story is hard to believe but it’s true. And if you arrest me, I’ll lose my job. I’m a school teacher.”, Belinda begged.

   “You’re a SCHOOL TEACHER? “ Johnny said angrily, “You’re suppose to be a role model for your students. And you’re out here in the middle of the night, half naked behind a bar? What would you do if you caught one of your students behaving that way?”

    “I guess, I would … paddle them.” Belinda said softly.

    “That’s a good idea. I think that’s exactly what you deserve too.” Johnny said, his eyes burning fiery.

    Belinda gasped. Was he being serious? Did he want to give her ANOTHER spanking, with her ass STILL sizzling hot from what Krampus had just done to it? “Please, you’re right, I guess I do deserve a spanking but I was just birched by Krampus. If you don’t believe me I can show you my butt. It’s cherry red. And covered with welts.” she said, reaching to undo her belt. 

    “Stop that, Belinda, disrobing in front of an officer of the law is a crime, too, and you’re already in enough trouble. And no, I don’t believe a demon just spanked you, but if he did you deserved it. And you deserve to be spanked now, too. So, that’s my offer to you. We’ll walk over to that bench, you’ll lay across my lap and let me tan your hide, or I’ll arrest you. What’s your choice?”

  Tears began to pour out of Belinda’s big blue eyes, as she clutched her roasting rear. Even through her jeans she could feel the welts running back and forth, all across her well punished posterior and half way down the back of her legs. Looking at Johnny’s muscular arms and big, strong hands made her tremble. Even if he just spanked her with his hand, over her jeans, her swollen bottom was already throbbing and as hot as Georgia asphalt in August, another spanking right now would be excruciatingly painful. But what choice did she have? She couldn’t afford to lose her job.

   Belinda whimpered, “ You can … spank me.”

  Johnny took her by the hand and walked over to the bench. He cleared the snow from the bench with his nightstick, and sat down, pointing at his lap. Biting her bottom lip, Belinda sprawled across his lap. Johnny admired  Belinda’s big, full bottom, which, unknown to Johnny, was even bigger than normal right now. Johnny had given the same offer to a lot of women over the years, take a spanking or go to jail, to shoplifters, speeders, runaways … he loved spanking naughty girls, watching them squirm and squeal. But his favorite type of woman to spank was blue-eyed blondes with big bubble butts. He was really going to enjoy setting Belinda’s big bouncy butt on fire. 

     He patted Belinda’s left butt cheek gently, but Belinda’s butt was so sore, even that stung, before raising his hand as high as he could, and then crashing it like thunder into her ample ass cheek. Sitting in the frozen snow had helped to cool down Belinda’s bottom, a little, at least until the pain was manageable, but one single slap from Johnny’s huge hand quickly reigned the fires started by Krampus and his switches. Belinda felt like Johnny had just sat a hot iron on her left butt cheek. And within seconds, her right, too. He continued, right, left, right, left, then squarely in the middle, over and over until Belinda’s big bottom was blazing hot and she was howling for mercy. He then attacked her “sit spots” with even harder slaps. He smiled wickedly, wondering what Belinda’s students would think tomorrow, watching their teacher squirming in her seat, struggling to remain seated.

      Satisfied that the bawling blonde had learned her lesson, a lesson she would remember every time she tried to sit down for the rest of the week, he released her. Jumping to her feet, Belinda snatched up two huge handfuls of snow, and held them against her deep fried fanny, while dancing around in circles. Johnny was so preoccupied with blistering Belinda’s big bottom, he hadn’t noticed the bar had emptied out, it’s patrons curious about the noise from outside. Watching Belinda dance, they began to applaud, and complementing Johnny on a job well done.  

     Belinda was too busy dancing "the bad girl's boogie" to notice a dark haired woman in the crowd was filming her on her phone. Vickie Smoot, a teacher who worked at the same school as Belinda. A school with a principal, Principal Ferguson, who believed in using corporal punishment, but not just on misbehaving students, but on any member of her staff she felt deserved it. Principal Ferguson had lit Vickie's ass up just last week, and she still had the bruises to prove it. Miss Ferguson had discovered Vickie had been changing the grades of a boy in her class, the son of the man she was currently dating, to help him win a scholarship. Principal Ferguson was furious, and gave Vickie a paddling she would never forget. When she left the principal's office, Belinda had been sitting in the hallway, smiling like The Cheshire Cat. "Why, Vickie, what's wrong? It looks like you've been crying. Come here and sit down beside me and tell me what's wrong." the German brat said, with a smirk. Vickie knew if Belinda was sitting right outside of the principal"s office  she must had heard her getting her bottom blistered and knew the last thing she wanted to do right then, was to sit down. Storming past Belinda, back to her classroom, she heard Belinda giggling all of the way down the hall. " Well, you bitch" the dark haired beauty whispered to herself, "Let's see who's laughing after I show this to Principal Ferguson. I bet when she's done with you, you'll feel like your fat ass just got barbecued."

   When Belinda was finally able to stand still, on shaky legs, with her tiny hands furiously trying to rub the biting burning pain away from her twice scorched ass, she asked her punisher, “Can I please go home now?”

   “Yes, but you admitted to me you had been drinking, so I can’t allow you to drive home.” Johnny said, raising from the bench.

   “But I live clear across town.” Belinda complained, “At the Bay View Apartments. It’ll take me over an hour to walk home.”

   “I guess I could give you a ride home, and you can have somebody pick your car up tomorrow. Follow me to my police cruiser. “ Johnny said as he waved goodbye to the cheering crowd.

   Opening the door to his car, Belinda, knowing how painful sitting down at that moment was going to be, climbed into the backseat, and laid face down, with her butt high in the air, until Johnny gave her plump posterior a mighty swat. “This is a police cruiser. I can’t allow you to ride like that, sit down and put your seat belt on.” Wincing, Belinda reluctantly did that.

   Pulling off of the bar’s parking lot, Johnny watched Belinda in his rear view mirror, as she struggled to find a way to sit comfortably, raising one blazing butt cheek off of the car seat, only put more pressure on the other one, causing the welts and blisters on that side to itch and burn even brighter. She placed her arms down by her sides, and attempted to raise her punished posterior off of the car seat, but her seatbelt was so tight, it slammed her right back down, forcing her to shout "MY POPO!" while gritting her teeth. Johnny laughed when he heard that. He had no idea what a "popo" was, but he guessed it was German for the part of her anatomy  that was responsible for his right hand hurting. Johnny smiled, knowing if his hand was hurting, Belinda must be feeling like she was sitting on two red hot fireballs. He wished he could see the results of his handiwork. as hard as he had spanked her, the naughty schoolteacher's butt probably looked like two over ripe tomatoes, with purple bruises forming in the center of each of her crimson butt cheeks. Watching her squirm, Johnny remembered a back road he could take back to Belinda's apartment, A road desperately in need of repair, and covered in potholes. Smiling sinisterly, he said to Belinda, "I know a shortcut back to.your apartment, but prepare yourself, this ride may be a little ... bumpy."

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

A Blistering Hot Summer Night

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Bad Reputation

"Boohoo!!! But Miss officer, isn't this too harsh for simple pickpocketing?"

"Well, maybe this would be too harsh for simple pickpocketing, but you blamed an innocent wolfess, who got the same punishment before we caught you!"

"Oh, wolves just have bad reputation, you know! They are used to that!"

"Well, you, foxes, also have bad reputation, so you should get used to this!"

"Ouch!!!"

Eco Spanking

 "AUA!!! Really Officer?! Are you sure we can not settle this with a good old fashioned speed ticket? AUA!!!"

"Sorry Miss, but didn't you asked yourself to solve this without a paperwork in the name of the zero paper policy? *WHACK!!!* So, in order to apply the zero paper policy now I'm reducing paperwork to the bare… erm… Minimum! *WHACK!!!* And you should be proud of yourself! *WHACK!!!* Everyone have to do their part to fight against global warming!" *WHACK!!!*

"AUTSCH!!!! I do not know much about global warming... AUTSCH!!! ...but the local warming growing over... AUTSCH!!! ...mein arme Popo feels very real! AUTSCH!!!"

Hold Tight

"Hold still, Miss! If you'll drop the baton, I'll give your naughty German butt to feel it's taste! And now I'll show you, how we're here dealing with the arrogant tourists, who don't follow local rules!"

Belinda's Red-Hot Halloween

Crime Doesn't Pay

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Please, stop! AUTSCH!!! I have learned my lesson! AUTSCH!!!"

"Hold still, Miss! You still have a choice - take your punishment and go away or stop it and go to police! I don't care, where you're from, but I won't allow to steal on my watch who ever you are!"

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

I am the Law

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

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

A Hot Summer Day