Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Four

   After being paddled by Batman and switched by Catwoman, Belinda was no longer in the mood to go to a party, so she walked back to her hotel room, each painful step sending a fresh wave of heat across her welt covered backside. Once there, she stripped off her Catwoman outfit, tore it to pieces and threw it in the trash, and took a cold shower, hoping the icy water would cool down her blazing buns. Then, lying on her stomach in bed, with an ice pack on her still warm rear, Belinda sent her friend Bromhilda a email, and a photo of her ruby red rear,  explaining what had happened to her. Bromhilda texted her back …

   BROMHILDA: OUCH! Looks like we’ll both be sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Just like we used to, when we were teenagers, and used to get into trouble together.

   BELINDA: Why? What happened to you?

   BROMHILDA: Do you remember my ex Steve Anderson?

   BELINDA: How could I ever forget him after that time he had us both bend over his bed and whipped us with his belt for using his credit card without his permission. I had welts for a week! Are you dating him again?

    BROMHILDA : No, that bitch Eva is! I invited everybody from my office to my party, not knowing Eva was going out with Steve now. I know now why she told me I should break up with him. She wanted him for herself. Well, when she walked in with Steve, I was furious with her, and told her to get the Hell out of my apartment. She called me a bitch, and threw her drink in my face, so I slapped her. As hard as I could and busted her lip. I never saw Steve so angry before. He pulled me across his lap, right in front of all of my friends and coworkers and started to spank me with his hand. I was wearing a Wonder Woman costume, so my butt was mostly bare. He sat my ass on fire, and then told me to apologize to Eva.

     BELINDA: Did you?

     BROMHILDA : HELL NO! But Steve remembered I had an oval wooden hairbrush, I usually kept in my bedroom, and told Eva to go get it. You should had seen the smile on that slut’s face when she handed it to Steve. If I thought my ass was on fire before, after Steve went to work with that hairbrush, my butt was boiling hot. And blistered. Then, he told me to apologize to Eva again. I hated to do it but I knew if I ever wanted to be able to sit down again, I better. Here, I’ll send you a photo.

    BELINDA: AUUUUHHHH! HE REALLY TORE YOUR ASS UP!

    BROMHILDA: I feel like I’m sitting on a hot plate. But at least I may get a little bit of revenge later tonight. Steve noticed how much Eva was enjoying watching me hop from foot to foot, trying to rub out the fires Steve had just ignited, and I heard him whisper to her, “This is all your fault, Young Lady, You called Bromhilda a bitch and threw your drink on her. We’re going to have a little ‘talk’ about that when I get you home.” Whenever Steve told me he wanted to “talk” to me, I usually ended up unable to sit down for a day or two. I hope he’s beating her big butt right now.

   BELINDA: Sounds like we won’t be the only girls in Gotham sleeping on our stomachs tonight. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?

    BROMHILDA: That sounds good. But I may have to bring a pillow with me.

    BELINDA: Bring one for me, too. I’ll need it.

THE END

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

    Belinda Krüger, a fat-bottomed fräulein from Germany, felt like she had just sat down on a hot stove, leaped off of it, into a bed of cactus. Her blistered buns were burning and stinging. Her landlord, Juan Lopez, had just spanked her for playing her music too loud and waking up everybody in his building. He was now beckoning the blonde brat to lay back across his lap, but she was frozen in place, unable to get anywhere near that wicked hairbrush again.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, an Amazon of a woman, with copper hair and frosty blue eyes, picked up Belinda’s discarded mini-skirt, from the floor, and removed her red leather belt from it’s loops. Mary thought belts were the perfect impediment for corporal punishment. She kept a well oiled belt in her cruiser, and sometimes used it on first time offenders. Just three nights ago, she broke up a fight between two rival gang members. A silver haired wild child, a member of THE WESTSIDE WOLF-GIRLS, and a green-haired member of THE WOLF-FANG GANG. They took their bare bottom spankings bravely, refusing to show any signs of weakness, in front of their rival. But once Mary had welted their asses with her belt, they both left that alley, screeching like banshees.

   Swinging the doubled over belt in her hand, Mary told Juan, “If you really want to teach that  brat a lesson she’ll NEVER forget, this is the perfect tool for the job. I can show you how to use it, if you want me to.”

   Belinda’s fear of the belt overrode her fear of the imposing policewoman, and she shouted, “Wait a minute, Herr Lopez, I said YOU could give me a spanking, NOT this bitch!”

   Mary stared at Belinda, Ike a snake at a mouse, her pale blue eyes almost hypnotizing the German troublemaker, “You know, I was sent here to investigate a noise complaint. I can still arrest you for that. So, you have a choice, bend over this chair, take your punishment like a good girl, and you can spend the rest of the night here in the comfort of your own apartment, trying to cool down your burning buns, or …. spend the rest of the night sitting in a jail cell.” Chuckling, Mary added, “Or should I say, STANDING in a jail cell? I doubt if you’ll feel like sitting down for a few days.”

   Belinda, cursing softly in German, bent over the back of the chair, gripping the seat tightly. In less than a minute, the officer had painted wide red stripes all of the way from Belinda’s already blazing bottom and down the backs of her legs, and back up again. The vicious redhead then bent over, and whispered into Belinda’s ear, “And THIS is for calling me a bitch.” before firing six extra hard strokes into Belinda’s “sit spots”.  

    Told her ordeal was finally over, the nearly hysterical brat began to hop from foot to foot, like she was marching in place, fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, howling like a lonely coyote. Once she had calmed down enough to speak, she ran to the  bathroom, shouted, “FUCK YOU BOTH!” before slamming and locking the door.

   Mary looked at Juan, and they both laughed. “Well, she may never play her music this time of night again, but that spanking didn’t approve her attitude much.”  Mary giggled. Juan had to agree, and thanked Mary before she left the apartment. 

   Juan locked the door to Belinda’s apartment and was surprised when he found Dreama was still standing in the hallway. “Well, I don’t know if it helped, but I took your advice, and gave Belinda a spanking.”

   Dreama said, her face turning red, “Yes, I… saw. You really blistered her good. That’s… what I wanted to talk to you about. I… may be late with my rent again this month. I know you told me I need to manage my finances better, and I really do try to. But… I think I need some sort of… “incentive “ to remind me to stick to my budget better. Would you care to stop by my apartment for a minute, so she can… talk about that?”

   Dreama was in bed, sleeping in the nude, when Belinda woke her up, and had just slipped on a silk robe when she went out to investigate what was going on. That silk robe wrapped around her like a second skin. Juan watched her as she walked to her apartment, her butt cheeks jiggling. He  punished Belinda because he thought she deserved a spanking, and hoped it would remind her to be a better tenant, in the future. This was different, if Dreama, a woman he had a crush on her years,  meant what he thought she meant, by needing some incentive, he was going to enjoy helping her with that problem.

   Fifteen minutes later, Belinda was face down on her bed, weeping bitterly, gently caressing her boiling buns. She was in an ungodly amount of pain, but also exhausted. She quickly cried herself to sleep. If she had been awake, she may had enjoyed the sounds coming from right next door. The woman who had suggested to Juan that she deserved a spanking, was currently across Juan’s lap herself. Her plump pale posterior rapidly turning redder and redder. The only different between the two spankings Juan dished out that night being, Belinda deserved hers, Dreama needed hers.

         STAY TUNED FOR THE FIFTH AND FINAL CHAPTER TO FIND OUT WHAT BELINDA

                      AND DREAMA DO “THE MORNING AFTER”. COMING SOON!

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.       

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Beast of Kasterwood

Dame Athanasia sighed and added more wood to the fireplace. Kajira caught her eye. The vampiress nodded.

"So, where had I stopped? Oh, yes. As I said before, I spent a lot of time looking for a cure for vampirism. I studied many books and dissertation about supernatural beings, including vampires, werewolves, demons and such a creatures. I hoped I will find a way to become a human again. I became an expert in the Dark Side of the supernatural just to found out that if I really want to make the cure for my corrupted essence, I would need to spent almost all of my life just to find all the ingredients and to gather them in right moments of time. So, I preferred to stay a creature of the night instead of chasing shadows. After all, being an immortal worth it to drink a sentient being's blood time to time. And since I became an expert in supernatural, many people started hiring me as an adviser or even a monster hunter. A vampire hunting a children of the Darkness. Ironically, isn't it?" Dame Athanasia chuckled. "So, when a ferocious creature started terrorising a place named Kasterwood, the count called for me to help him to hunt and catch that monster..."

 As I arrived to the castle Helsubus, Sebastian Lannister, count of Kasterwood, brought me up to date. As he told me, a monstrous beast was terrorising villages around the town. It was coming every full moon. A wild beast, angry, relentless and almost invincible. No locks or hunting traps could stop it. The peasants and most of the guards were scared stiff by the only rumours about that beast. Beast of Kastrewood - that's how they called it. And count of Kasterwood wanted me to catch it for him. It was quite obvious that that Beast was with a high probability a werewolf. A rogue werewolf, as I supposed. Usually those beasts are living in packs and trying to stay away from any others settlements. At least - during full moon nights, when most of them are unable to control themselves. And, having a working hypothesis, I started my inquiry. It took almost half a year, since the Beast was making it's appearances only in the nights around the full moon, and I had no way to predict, where will it strike next time. Of course, count of Kasterwood and many other people in his lands already tried to systematise, where the Beast could coming from. Their mistake was that they was sure, that it was a kind of a demon in a wolfish body or just a possessed wolf, so they were looking for it in the forest thicket and uninhabited caves, ignoring old ruins. And as I knew, a lone werewolf would try to hide in a place, which will remember it about it's human nature. Or elven. Or dwarfish. Or orcish. Nevermind. The point is that count's people never tried to seek for that beast in any of those old ruins, almost forgotten in the forest. I have no doubt that if the count hadn't asked for my help, one day his people would have started searching for the Beast in these ruins anyway. But now that doesn't matter. I analysed all the facts about the Beast's attacks and then checked all the old ruins on the map for a place, where it could hide to be able to strike like it did that all those month. So I found a very old and almost forgotten Isaiah's temple. It was even uncharted on almost all modern maps. So on the next full moon I ordered to make an ambush near it after the midnight, but before the down. We were waiting for the Beast, but the only creature that appeared in the morning, was a young girl with a barely noticeable animal features. Count's men were unsure if she could be Beast of Kasterwood, but I ordered to take her and bring to the count."

Even the count did not believe me, that I caught Beast of Kasterwood. His men interrogated the girl I brought to him, and she said that her name is Livonna Grau and she was hiding from a loan shark. So the count sentenced the girl to a public birching. And that was a chance for me to prove my correctness! As you know, my dear Kajira, the werewolves often are turning in a beasts, when they are in a great pain. Luckily for me, the day was overcast, so I could stand outside without even umbrella.

A huge crowd gathered to watch the execution. Livonna was tied to a whipping horse. And after the count ordered, the executioner started the birching. The sharp blows of the birches made Livonna desperately screaming in pain and struggling in the ropes very quickly, but unfortunately for her, she was tied properly. So she could only wag her bottom slightly, unable save it from the burning, flesh-tearing strokes. Bright welts swelled on the girl's bubble butt. It didn't take much time before those welts stained with blood. Livonna screamed desperately as the pain was spreading through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut in horror and clenched her teeth. All the spankings she had to endure before were nothing compared to this one. And the very next two strokes knocked the last doubts out of her. At least that was what she told me when she was able to speak again.

An each birch stroke quickly started leaving small wounds around the immediately swelling welt, which bled enough that soon Livonna's plump butt was glistened with blood. Livonna screamed, desperately struggling and wincing in ropes, clenched and unclenched her fists, curled and spread her toes, but nothing gave her any distraction from the pain tearing her entire body apart even for a moment. The executioner knew his job. The birch landed smoothly on the buttocks, which were rapidly becoming covered with purple welts, cutting deeply into the soft flesh. Livonna's buttocks and thighs were becoming more and more covered with welts and bruises, and after each strike, her screams sounded more and more like frenzied grunts. And her body suddenly started changing.

Watching Livonna's body was squirming under the strokes of the birch, how she was screaming from unbearable pain, how her plump buttocks and even her wide back were covering with purple welts, even I began to feel uncomfortable. I won't lying - I never was very merciful with low classes and servants when it was about the punishments, but this birching was too much even by my standards. And when Livonna's wolfish features became obvious to everyone, the count ordered to birch this dark creature to death! And, unexpectedly for myself, I suddenly realised, that I I want to save this girl. I'm still not completely sure, why I decided to do that. Maybe because she was a dark creature just like me. Maybe because I wanted to save her from those dorks just because I knew, that they would torture me the same way, if they will know, who I really am.

So, when Livonna was almost passing out from the pain, almost turning into the Beast, that was scaring all the Kasterwood for almost a year, I thought that it is the time to intervene. And I said to the count, that now nobody can deny, that I caught Beast of Kasterwood for him. And since he promised me whatever I'll ask him about as the reward for catching Beast of Kasterwood, I insisted that he should not only knighting me, but also let me keep Beast of Kasterwood as my trophy. And he agreed.

So I returned to my castle having a knighthood and keeping a half-dead she-werewolf as a trophy. Livonna was in a really terrible state. All her back and buttocks were badly welted and bruised. I wasn't sure, if she will survive, but she did. I spent many days nursing her wounds. Even her natural healing power wasn't enough to make her recover quickly. And while she was weak, I decided not to waste time and started teaching her some etiquette. After all I was planning to make her my personal maid, so she should know how to behave in high class society.

Also I made her tell me everything about her. Just as I thought, she was from lower class. Her name was really Livonna Grau, and she became a werewolf after she stole a cursed pendant from a Gypsy. As she explained me, she was desperately needing any money to pay for her flat. So when I offered her to become my maid, she agreed without thinking.

But the main problem were not her lack of manners or of education. She was a werewolf and she had a big problems with controlling her wildness.

 

You'll ask me, how did I train my werewolf? Well, my dear Kajira, I analysed all the books and dissertations I had read about the werewolves, and reached a conclusion, that since the werewolves are not too different from animals, I should tame my werewolf just I would tame a wild wolf or a bad dog.

Next few month were very painful for Livonna. I was punishing her for every minor mistake. Especially, when she allowed her beast part to take over her humanity. Few times I was very close to give up and admit, that werewolves are untrainable. But after all I got the result.

I'm not sure if my punishments and cruelty worked, or Livonna just spent enough time in her new condition to finally learn how to control herself. And she became the Livonna we both know. A bit reluctant, but loyal. And the most important - able to control her beast and human parts enough to be useful for me. But since I'm still unsure, what really made her able to control herself, I decided to be strict with her forever, so she'll be afraid of me enough to never lose control of herself. Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe I shouldn't be that cruel with my poor Livonna...

Dame Athanasia fell silent. She sighed and turned to the fireplace, looking at the cauldron.

"My poor Livonna. My poor wolf-girl. Where are you now?" she asked without addressing anyone. Kajira kept silent.

Suddenly the door opened and Wolffang broke inside. She turned to Dame Athanasia and fell on her knees, prostrating in front of her mistress.

"Milady, please, save me!" she whispered loudly "They came after me! Please, save me!" the orcess whimpered in fear.

Dame Athanasia gave her an angry look. "Are you scared enough to dared to return to me without Livonna? Who came after you? Explain yourself immediately!"

Mark leaves his Mark

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

   She started to read the comments under the photo …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “And your boyfriend does, too.”

     “LOL. Well ….. maybe.”

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

    “Good! That bitch deserved that.”

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

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

A hungry she-wolf decided the best way to get near a shepherd’s flock was incognito. Draping a sheep skin across her back, she headed down a rocky path into the valley below, and came unexpectedly on a shepherd headed the other direction. “Lulu! You naughty lamb!” The shepherd shouted, “I’ve been looking for you for hours! I told you what would happen the next time you wandered off from my flock.” Raising his staff, he instructed the she-wolf to kneel down on her front paws and to raise her rear into the air.

The she-wolf would had ran away, but the human carried a rifle and was known to be a crack shot. The wolf obeyed, happy that she had tucked her furry tail beneath the sheepskin, or the shepherd would had known she wasn’t a lamb.

The shepherd swung his staff, with all his force, leaving a trail of red lines all across the wolf’s rear, one blistering hot stripe below the next. He then swung the staff diagonally from left to right, crisscrossing the welts left from his first application of the staff, and then one final barrage, from right to left. The she-wolf howled and howled. Every inch of her rear, and down the back of her thighs were covered in welts, every one sizzling, burning like a campfire.

“Remember that, Lulu, THAT’S what happens to naughty lambs who wander away into the night. Now, follow me, back to the flock.” The second the shepherd turned his back, the she-wolf darted off in the opposite direction, headed as quickly as she could to the nearest river.

The shepherd smiled, when he heard the wolf retreating, and was walking back to the valley, when a frightened lamb appeared out of the darkness before him. The lamb said to the shepherd, with a voice tinged with fear, “Master. That wasn’t Lulu. I’m Lulu. And I didn’t just wander off. I got lost in the darkness. Please don’t punish me as severely as you did the lamb you mistook for me. I promise to never do that again.”

Reaching down, the shepherd tousled the sheep’s hair, and spoke to her lovingly, “Lulu, Thank Allah you’re saved, I’ve been searching for you for hours. And, of course, I won’t punish you. I would never harm a member of my flock. Now, let’s go home. There’s wolves out tonight. Some of them dressed in sheep’s clothing.”

A Trouble at a Bar

“Oh, mensch, this music sucks!” Belinda said, yawing drunk. This nightclub was quite expensive, and she spent here about few hours, dancing and drinking, looking for some handsome guy to flirt. This evening she was herself. Her usual loud and obnoxious self. “This kind of place makes me want to puke. I need a real drink to cope with the electronic music and robotic people!” she reached for a glass of whiskey.

Suddenly Belinda heard a strict female voice.

“I think you had a real drink already, young lady.” a tall brown-haired woman came close to the blonde. “You’d better to behave yourself, if you don’t want to get into a big trouble.”

The last thing Belinda wanted that night was to being lectured by some stranger.

“MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, BITCH!” she screamed and threw her drink on the woman, ruining her dress.

“This nightclub IS my business, I own it.” the furious woman said as she pulled Belinda across her lap. “You, young lady, have no idea how to act in a sophisticated establishment. Apparently no one has ever tried to teach you any manners. But I’ll be happy to. Let this be your first lesson.” The lady in red, Morgana, begun to spank Belinda’s big bottom, first over her jeans, then on her panties, and finally on her bare bottom, in front of the cheering bar patrons, until Belinda was howling and pleading for mercy. “No yet, my child,” the dark haired beauty said, smirking sinisterly, “Not until your backside is as red as this dress you just ruined.” Shaking her hand, Morgana turned to the bartender, “Nigel, my hand is beginning to get sore, could you be a dear, and run into my office and grab my hairbrush off of my desk? The large oval one.”

Nigel returned, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, and handed his boss the heavy hairbrush, that she quickly put to good use. True to her word, she didn’t release Belinda until her posterior was candy apple red, burning and blistered. After watching the German brat dance around in circles, her hands gently caressing her deep fried fanny, tears streaming down her cheeks, Morgana handed Belinda her panties back, telling her, “You can have these back, but since you ruined my dress, I’m keeping your pants.”

Belinda yelped, struggling to slip back into her panties, panties that felt two sizes too small now, and looked tearfully at the raven haired woman, “But I can’t go home like THiS, in just my underwear.”

“That’s not my problem, I have a bar to run. Bruno, please escort this brat out of my bar.”

Bruno, a bear of a man, easily lifted Belinda up, and slung her across his shoulder, and marched to the bar’s exit, while everybody in the bar gave him a loud round of applause. Heaving her out of the door, Belinda landed with a LOUD thud on her well punished posterior, before running off into the night, trying in vain to cover her glowing glutes with her tiny hands.

Vampire Nightclub

"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 standing in front of a littler vampire girl on all fours. The vampiress was holding her  surprisingly strong by the scurf of her neck, smacking her plump buttocks repeatedly with all her power.

"So,  flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my  pub?" the vampiress asked, raising her hand 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 stinging 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 spank, making her  bawl so loud, that all the glasses started cracking. "Oh, it looks like  you're giving me one more reason to tan 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 my 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!"

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 by her strong hand.

"So, flea-bitten mutt, are you finally ready to tell me, who send you to my pub?" the vampiress asked, raising her hand 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 very painful 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 spank 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!"