There is no "I" in Team

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

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

"AUA!!!"

Strict Coach

Spanking Match

Unsportsmanlike Conduct

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!! Mein Gott! AUTSCH!!! Bitte, I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! No more, please! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!!"

"Run for your life, allemande! This is the only prize you will get for playing dirty! Let's see, if you'll be able to sit down, after you'll get out from the stadium!"

Unorthodox Training

 

Sore Winner

"Ugh! AU!!!!"

"Emm... Are you sure, you choose a right place for it, Mr?"

"Of course, I am! And since this German lady publicly accused me, that I won only because used a familiar ping pong racket, I'll publicly show her, that I can handle with any racket!"

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

Monsterball

 

First Prize

"Maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Shut up, Krüger! You had bet your fat German ass, that you'll beat Williams, and you failed! So, no it's time to pay! Are you ready, Williams?"

"Oh, yeah! Prepare for pain, German fool!"

"Nein!"

Unsportsmanlike Conduct

Match Point Made

"AU!!! But Herr Richards... AU!!! ...did you not said... AU!!! ...that I have no problems with... AU!!! ...technique? AU!!!"

"Yes, Miss Krüger, your technique is good enough! But you have a lack of will to win! And that's is what I want to fix!"

Sore Loser

 

Clumsy Skier

Belinda knew - she should run as fast, as she could. She was so proud of herself, when she was chosen as a skier for biathlon competition, but she never thought, how hard could it be. So she ran and ran. She was pretty sure, that she will show good shooting skills, but she missed too many times, so now she could save the day only running as fast, as she could.

Suddenly she saw a Russian skier, who was near to overtake her. She knew, she couldn't give her a chance to do that. So Belinda tried to tripping her rival up. And few seconds later she realized, that it was not very bright idea.

Both girls fell down in snow, but before Belinda could stand up, the Russian took her skies off and caught the clumsy German, making her stay on all fours.

"What are you doing?! That was an accident!" Belinda protested.

"I don't care! You cost me leading position, clumsy fool! So I'll show you, how we're dealing with such a fools in my Motherland!" the Russian said and pulled down German's pants and panties, before tearing away some switches from the nearest bush.

Belinda tried to protest, but she was trapped by her own skies, so all she could was screaming and bawling and swearing and begging for mercy, while the switches were painfully landing over her bare, wagging backside.

It took some time. Some very painful and embarrassing time, till all the switches were broken, and the Russian thought, that the German had enough. So she just left her rival burst into tears, put on her skies and run forward.

Belinda hardly stand up, but immediately sat down into the snow, to cool her sore bottom off.

"Boohoo!" she wept bitterly "I am not number one any longer!"

World Student Games

After the cross-country skiing competition the Best athletes got their prizes, while the worst one received her punishment for unsportsmanlike conduct right in front of everyone.

After the Game

 

Katzenjammer

"Oh... My head! It feels, like it will blow... AUA!!!Mein Popo! What had happened?! Oh... I surely should not hold such a jubilee for German team winning... But what had happened? Did I got into a trouble with an other team fans?.. Au! Or did a waitress punished me for breaking some dishes in a pub? Or did I got into a trouble with a porter, when I came to the hotel in the morning? AUA!!! Boohoo!!! My poor bottom hurts just like I got that all in one night... Bawl!!!"

Tennis Rivals

 

Jogger

"Two more laps", Belinda was thinking. Two more lap and she would be done. Belinda closed her eyes and exhaled, concentrating on her rhythm, her breathing. She could feel her heart beating fast, she could feel every muscle in her legs begging her to stop. Two more laps. Just two more.

Belinda opened her eyes and gasped as she ran into the back of another jogger, making them both fall to the ground on the dew-covered grass.

“What the hell ?” she yelled as she got up, getting the grass off her small shorts. “Watch where you’re going, Dummkopf…”

He got up as well, he was tall, a good head taller than she was. Square jaw, dark hair, freshly shaven, grey eyes… Grey eyes that were glaring at her.

“You ran into me, lady”

She rolled her eyes and made a gesture with her hand.

“Whatever! Leave me alone, you creep.”

“Excuse-me ? Are you blind or something ? You hit me from behind!”

“Oh yeah, well I’m sure you’re used to that…” she said with a hauty smirk.

“Oh, so bratty and intolerant? Well you’re a treat, aren’t you ?”

Belinda blushed instantly and looked down without even thinking, chewing her lips. She knew she had a temper, and sometimes the stupidest things would come out of her mouth before she even thought about them.

“Okay,” she blurted, “That was uncalled for…”

“Is that all?”

“What more do you want?” Belinda said, aggressive once more. She didn’t like his tone. Patronizing and shit, who did he think he was, that Bruce-Wayne wannabe?

“An apology would be the least you could do?” he said in disbelief. What an arrogant brat, he thought.

Belinda laughed. “Oh, the least I could do, huh? What, do you imagine I’ll blow you behind the bushes or something, you goddamn perv?”

He frowned and took a step towards her, pointing a finger

“That’s enough!” he said, menacingly.

She crossed her arms “Oh yeah? Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?”

“Obviously your parents never showed you what happens to disrespectful brats!”

Belinda hesitated for a moment, and blushed under his glare. She felt a shiver running down her spine. 

“W-what? You… You wouldn’t…” Belinda felt very confused. How… dare he? How… Surely, he would not…

He didn’t answer and simply grabbed her arm and started walking her towards the bushes she had mentioned earlier. Belinda tried to struggle. The thought that he would actually go through with it was ridiculous at best. Her, draped across his lap, her bare bottom on display for him to punish like a little misbehaving brat… The sound of harsh slaps echoing through the woods… 

Belinda's face was already as red as she’d ever been when he stopped and sat on a stump. He crossed his arms.

“Get your shorts off”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“You heard me. Get them off.”

“But… Nein!”

Belinda was twisting her wrists. She got a finger to her mouth and nervously bit her nail.

“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” Belinda was losing all her countenance.

“You don’t think you deserve it?”

“…”

Belinda looked down and wordlessly pulled her shorts down to the ground, then stepped out of them. She crossed her hand before her white knickers. He indicated for her to come over his lap. She did, tears already forming in her eyes. What was she doing ? What in the name of… *SMACK!* The first slap caught her totally off-guard, and she cried out as much in surprise as in pain. The next one wasn’t far behind, and the next one, and the next. Before long, heavy tears were rolling down her cheeks, and, just as she had envisioned, she was begging him to stop.

For a first time, he gave Belinda the full experience. The panties came down, the slaps kept coming until he was certain that she had been properly chastised. Finally, he got her up and smirked, when she started rubbing her tender bottom.

“I’m jogging here every day,” he said, sternly. “If  I'll see you haven’t behaved during the week, nest Sunday you’ll get another one. Clear ?”

Belinda nodded. “Y-yes, Sir…”

With a nod, he turned around and started running, leaving her to put her shorts back on, rubbing her bright red behind and wondering what she had gotten herself into.

Team Captain

Tennis Bet

"Au! Au! Mein Gott! Mein arme Popo! Why did I ever made this bet with a Russian player?! Au!"

Tennis Tantrum

"And, as you may see, how enthusiastically referee applies the new rules of the Grand Slam to the German player! Well, she didn't lost her score, so she still has a chance to win! The match will continue in a few minutes, right after referee will finish!"