Bend Over, Belinda!

   Belinda was taking her nightly walk, a walk that took her past her boss’ house. The pretty German girl was thinking about how angry her boss, Molly McCray, had been with her today. Blaming her for their company losing one of their biggest accounts. And maybe it was her fault, but Belinda felt Miss McCray was being too harsh with her, and had hurt her feelings. She was doing the best she could. She loved that job.

    Belinda felt like crying thinking about it, when she heard a scream. Coming from Molly McCray’s house. She crept across the lawn, to the only lighted room in the house, and carefully peeped into the window. What she saw shocked her. Molly McCray, wearing just her bra, was bent across the back of a coach in her living room. There was a single red stripe branded across her creamy white bottom. Standing behind Molly, with a thick leather belt in his hand, was Mr. Wilson, the owner of the company they both worked for. MOLLY WASN’T JUST DATING HER BOSS, SHE WAS ALSO A FREAK! Belinda decided she needed to record this on her phone, so she could enjoy watching that bitch getting her big ass blistered over and over. Maybe she would even show it to her coworkers. Or post it on social media. 

     In less than a minute, Mr. Wilson had turned Molly’s entire bottom candy apple red. It made Belinda smile, seeing her boss suffer. “That’s what you deserve for being so mean.”, she giggled. Mr. Wilson then forced Molly to go stand in the corner, with her hands on her head, not permitting her to rub her crimson and swollen backside. “I bet her popo is on fire.” Belinda whispered, smiling mischievously.  Mr. Wilson then left the room, but Belinda kept recording her boss, hoping Mr. Wilson would return soon, to continue her punishment, when Belinda felt a hand on her shoulder!

     IT WAS MR. WILSON! “Follow me, young lady.”, he said, forcing Belinda into Molly’s house. Once inside, he called to Molly, “Molly, I thought I heard someone outside when I was … uh .. we were having our little talk, so I went out and caught this young lady hiding in the bushes. I think she was recording us on her phone.”

    Molly, now wearing panties, which did little to hide the fact that she had just received a hard strapping, came storming into the room, with her hands furiously rubbing her roasting rear. “THAT’S BELINDA!”, she shouted, “ That’s the stupid bitch that fucked up the Benson account!”

   “Oh, yes, Belinda. I didn’t recognize you in the dark.”, Mr. Wilson said, “Do you care to explain why you were recording me and Miss McCray?”

    “Uh, we’ll …” Belinda began nervously, “We live on the same street, so when I take my nightly walk, I go right past Miss McCray’s house. Tonight I thought I heard Miss McCray screaming, so I snuck up to her house, to check on her. Because I was worried about her. I had my phone out, to record what was happening in here, in case I needed proof to show the police. Then I saw it was just you two … doing what you were doing. I never knew Miss McCray was such a freak.”

    “I’M NOT A FREAK, BITCH!”, Molly shouted, her face as red as her bottom.

    Mr. Wilson turned towards Molly, giving her an icy look, “Molly, I don’t permit any of my managers to talk to MY employees that way. I think we need to have a discussion about that, after I explain to Belinda what we were doing. Belinda, Molly and I, well, we have a agreement, a sort of game. I stop by Molly’s house every Friday, when, based on how well or how badly the business Molly manages for me did that week, she gets either a bonus, or … well, you saw what happened tonight.”

   “Because of you, Belinda”, Molly snared, her eyes burning as hotly as her bottom, “Because of you, we lost the Benson account, our biggest account, and I got my … well, I didn’t get a bonus. I think we should fire her, Mr. Wilson.”

     “I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson,” Belinda pleaded, “ I’ll try harder. Please don’t fire me. I love my job.”

      Mr. Wilson thought that over carefully, before speaking, “Belinda, I do review my employees’ work weekly. And you were one of our best workers. I thought you would be a manager soon. But lately, your work has been sloppy, you’re making way too many errors. Costly errors. I don’t know why. But … maybe … you just need to be motivated to do better in the future.”

     Mr. Wilson then pointed at the coffee table in the living room. For the first time, Belinda noticed the items laying there. The belt Mr Wilson had just wore Molly’s ass out with, a metal ruler, a wicked looking wooden paddle, some implements Belinda didn’t even recognize, but they looked like they would be painful, applied to her backside.

     Belinda’s eyes grew wide, as she whispered, “Oh no. Not again.” she gulped and said nervously: “Do you mean, if I want to keep my job, I have to let you spank me … with one of these evil looking implements, Mr. Wilson?”

    “No, I’m not going to spank you, Belinda. Molly is your manager, it’s her responsibility to guide you.” Mr Wilson said, gently.

   Belinda couldn’t believe how quickly the events of this night had changed. Five minutes ago she was gleefully watching Molly getting her big bottom blistered, and now it was HER ass on the firing line, about to be sat on fire by that very same bitch! Hating to say it, Belinda said, “OK, I guess I did lose you the Benson account. What do you want me to do, Miss McCray?”

    Smiling a devilishly grin, Molly pointed at the same couch she had just been punished across, and said , “Bare your bottom and bend over, Belinda.” She then turned to Mr. Wilson, and handed him her phone, “ Belinda recorded us. I would like for you to record me. In case Belinda ever shows anyone her footage or decides to post in online.” She then gave her choice of implements some thought. She hated that damn paddle. It left bruises, and made sitting an uncomfortable activity for days. The paddle it was then! Thanks to Belinda, her ass was burning like a bon fire, it was time for her to return the favor. 

    She tapped the paddle lightly across Belinda’s bottom three times, then raised it high above her head, and slammed it full force across the German’s ample ass. Belinda flew off of the back of the coach, with a blood curdling scream, and began to hop up and down like a punk rocker in a mosh pit, her hands clasped to her rapidly reddening rear.

    After a few seconds of amusingly watching Belinda doing the bunny hop, Molly said, “Back over, Belinda, you’re got FIVE more swats coming.” Having been paddled so many times by Mr. Wilson, Molly knew EXACTLY where to aim the paddle to cause the most pain, and the longest lasting after effects.

    After the sixth and final swat, Belinda was a mess, crying uncontrollably. She slid off of the back of the couch, and fell to the floor. It felt like Molly had branded her plump posterior with a white hot branding iron. Mr. Wilson helped her to her feet, her legs trembling. He then handed her a cold can of soda, but instead of drinking it, she held it gingerly against her blood red bottom. After a few more minutes, Belinda had composed herself enough to pull her pants back up, pants that now felt two sizes too small. Mr. Wilson walked her to the front door, trying to comfort her, “Belinda, you took that paddling bravely”, he lied, “I hope that will remind you to be more careful in the future.”

    Belinda managed to smile, “Don’t worry, that’s one paddling I’m NEVER going to forget. But I’m worried about how Miss McCray will treat me in the future. She has a mean streak, and if she thinks I’m the reason she ever gets another spanking, she’ll take it on me when she returns to work.” 

      Mr. Wilson smiled at her reassuringly, “ All of my employees have my phone number, if you ever think Molly is treating you unfairly, call me, and I’ll .. have a talk with her. “ He then gave Belinda a wink and a gentle tap on her bottom with his hand, that made her yelp, and went back inside.

    Once outside, Belinda saw it had began to snow. Walking into Molly’s backyard, where she would be hidden in the shadows, Belinda lowered her pants, letting the freezing winter wind cool down her bare blazing hot behind. She stood there for a while, until she decided she best head on home. Passing by Molly’s living room, she gave a final quick glance into her window, and was shocked to see Molly was now across Mr. Wilson’s lap with a bar of soap clenched between her teeth. Mr. Wilson had a metal ruler in his hand. His hand was moving so rapidly the metal ruler was a shiny blur as it rained down a vicious volley of stinging swats to Molly’s deep red rear. Belinda would had loved to stayed and watched more of that, but the last thing she wanted tonight was ANOTHER spanking. Smiling, she headed home, happy knowing she wouldn’t be the only one at the office Monday morning having a hard time staying seated.

Happy Spanksgiving!

  When Carrie Brady found out her coworker, Belinda Krüger, was planning on spending her first Thanksgiving in America, at her apartment, all alone, she invited her over to her house to have Thanksgiving dinner with her, her parents, and her twin sisters, Jan and Ann. When Belinda seemed reluctant to accept her invitation, she told her she would be treated like a member of the family there.

   She’s regretting that decision now. Belinda had been rude and disrespectful since she arrived at her house. And now, at dinner, she was complaining about the meal it took her mother all day to prepare. Everything was either too bland or too spicy, too dry or too runny, overcooked or undercooked. While waiting for dessert to be served, Belinda decided to smoke a cigarette. When Carrie’s mother, Beth, asked her kindly not to smoke in the house, Belinda barked at her, “Stop being a bitch, this cigarette is the only thing I’ve enjoyed during this fucking horrible meal!”

   Carrie's father, Jim, snatched the cigarette out of Belinda's mouth, telling her, "Carrie asked us to treat you like a member of the family today, young lady, and I plan on doing exactly that. THIS is what I would do to one of my own daughters if she had talked to someone who invited them to their house for Thanksgiving dinner." Taking Belinda by the arm, he told Beth, " Please go and fetch your black hairbrush, the one Carrie nicknamed Mr. Blisters and lay it on the coffee table. We'll be back to have dessert in just a few minutes."

   He then marched Belinda into the bathroom, where he washed her mouth out with soap. And then into the den, where he pulled her across his lap, raised her skirt, and began to spank her nearly bare bottom with his hand, until her once snowy white ass was candy apple red and Belinda was bawling like a baby. When she saw Jim reaching for the hairbrush, knowing how painfully that was going to feel on her already blistered bottom, she began to shout, "Ich will ein gutes Mädchen sein!", German for "I'll be good", over and over.

   Jim had no idea what Belinda was shouting, and he didn't care, nothing Belinda said was going to stop him until he was sure Belinda wouldn't feel like sitting down for at least a week. When he was satisfied that he had completed that mission, he released the howling German girl off of his lap, and watched her doing what Ann calls "the bad girl boogie", bracing himself for whatever Belinda did next. He expected her to cuss him out, in at least two different languages, storm out of his house, maybe even going to the police station to file charges against him. What she did do, shocked him.

     She turned to him, and apologized, " I am so sorry. I know I acted horribly today. It is just ... well ... back in Germany, I spend the holidays with my family and friends, people who love me. Here, in America, I do not have any real friends yet, and I am spending this holiday with a houseful of strangers. That is why I was in such a bad mood today. Please forgive me. I will leave now." 

   Jim hugged her, and told her, "Belinda, everybody here wants to be your friend. And we would love for you to spend the rest of the holiday with us. Let's go back into the dinning room now, and have dessert."

   Jim led Belinda back into the dining room where the rest of his family was waiting for him. Smiling, while still hugging Belinda, Jim said, "Belinda, decided to join us for dessert. And then spend the rest of the holiday with us." "That's great, Belinda.", Carrie said, "Come here and sit by me." Belinda sat down as gingerly as possible by Carrie, squeaking "OWIE", when her boiling hot bottom made contact with the hard wooden chair. Seeing how much Belinda was suffering, Jim announced, "I would like to start a new family tradition. Every Thanksgiving we'll eat our Thanksgiving dessert standing up. Do you like that idea, Dear?" Jim said, turning towards his wife. "Yes, Dear. I LOVE that idea.", Beth said, hoping her daughters didn't notice she was blushing when she said that. She didn't want them to know, she received the same punishments they did for breaking one of Jim's house rules. Getting a speeding ticket earned you a date across Jim's lap. Two days ago, when Jim and Beth were home alone, Mr. Blisters lived up to his name. Sitting through dinner had been a painful ordeal for Beth. Carrie did notice her mother blushing, and wondered if she was having as much trouble sitting as she was. At the same time Jim was spanking Beth, Carrie's boyfriend was wearing her ass out with his belt, because he had just found out she had been texting her ex-boyfriend. Ann and Jan were also happy with that new family tradition. Not only were they identical twins, they currently had identical bruises on their backsides, the results of a recent paddling they had both received yesterday from their cheerleader coach. But the happiest of them all was that lovable brat, Belinda. She felt like she was dipping her already scorching derrière into a vat of lava the few seconds she had managed to sit down. But Belinda was used to having to eat her meals standing up, since her bad behavior had earned her spankings all around the world. But this was the first time, the person who had just punished her, seemed to really care about her, and had wanted to become her friend. Belinda and the Brady girls were all having a happy Spanksgiving this year.

German Maid Trouble

Belinda Krüger, a German exchange student wanted to find a job to make some money. When she saw an ad, that a Stevens family needs a maid, she thought, that it's a good opportunity. So she called to Mr. Stevens and he invited her to a interview.

Belinda showed up a bit late, so Mr. Stevens was disappointed, but she asked to give her a chance, so he gave her a choice - if she'll agree to take a discipline spanking, she'll be hired to a probation, or she may refuse and go away. Belinda agreed to take the spanking. She hated being punished this way, but she really need this job.

After such an unpleasant interview, Belinda tried her Best to improve the first impression. All things were fine, until she didn't make a compliment to Mrs. Stevens. The American woman didn't know German, but Belinda's words sounded too much like an English swearword, so poor maid quickly found herself over her employer's wife's lap with a soap in her mouth and receiving a very painful harbrushing over her still sore after an introducing spanking buttocks.

Later, in the evening, Belinda found herself over Mr. Steven's knee again. He had quite nervous day at work and decided to chill out by giving his new maid a punishment. And since Belinda was quite tired after a long day, he quickly found a reason to take her over his lap.

After some very terrible minutes over Mr. Stevens's lap, Belinda finished her chores and went to her room, rubbing her very sore bottom.

Belinda had some very uncomfortable minutes with an icepack over her sore buttocks, before she finally was able to fall asleep. She hated all happened to her, but she really need this job, so she thought that she will easy improve her work, so no future punishments would be necessary.

But in the morning Belinda, who didn't sleep well, had oversleep and found herself over the butlers knee, receiving a spanking again...

Speak English!

"I warned you, Miss Krüger - in my house, at least in my hearing, you should speak English only! I don't care, what did you say in German! I will teach you to respect your employers!"

Wild Wild West

Belinda was hired as a errand-girl by an Texan businessman. Her job was delivering the documents to his business partners. One day, after she finished the delivery, Belinda decided to visit a local saloon, to drink some beer and relax. When she came in a beautiful blonde named Susan saw her and said "Hello!". Belinda greeted her too.

The girls introduced themselves and started talking. All was fine, until Belinda didn't say something in her native German. She just quoted one famous German philosopher but Susan was already a bit drunk thought that the German insulted her in her Mother tongue.

"What did you to say?" the American asked angrily "When I was a little girl my mother'll made me wash my mouth with the soap for such a language! I think you're mother didn't do it to you in right time, so I'll do it myself now!" Susan took a laundry soap from the board and before Belinda could say anything she put it into her mouth and made her bite it with her teeth.

Belinda mumbled trying to spit the soap out. Susan looked around and saw a heavy leather razor strap in the wall.

"I think just a mouthsoaping won't be enough to teach such a dirty German a lesson!" she said and made Belinda bend over the nearby table "Here we're calling this a good old fashioned Texas style ass-whipping!" she raised Belinda's skirt and pulled down her white panties. The heavy leather strap landed over milky-white flash with a loud crack. Belinda mumbled and bite the soap harder in pain.

The stroke was coming after the stroke, making poor German kicking her legs and squirming over the table in pain. Two glasses with whiskey, which were staying over the table fall down, spilling the drink over the floor. Susan pulled Belinda by her hair.

"You clumsy stupid girl! How dare you to waste such a good drink! You're in for it now!" and she continued the strapping, striking Belinda's bottom as powerful as she could.

For a some minutes the saloon was filled with the sound of the strap's strokes over the flesh and loud screams. Belinda finally spited both peaces of the bite through soap and bawled in pain. When her bottom was almost bruised, Susan finally stopped the spanking.

"Well, I think you learned your lesson, Hun!" she smirked and then pushed Belinda down, making her fall on all fours "Now clean this mess, if you won't get some more strapping!" Susan threw a rag in front of the German.

Weeping in pain and humiliation Belinda started wiping the whiskey away, with her sore dark red bottom on display.

What Does This Word Ever Mean?

"Oh, mein Gott! Why I had I done it at all? Au! Au! I need to find out what does this word mean! Surely something much worse then that bitch Jane told me! Au! But how should I ask about it and not earn another punishment? Ugh! I still feel the taste of the soap... Au!"