Unpleasant Encounter in the Park

Roaring out loud with her chopper's engine, Gertie pulled up to the entrance to the park. She loved to get out into great outdoors from time to time to get some fresh air and listen to the silence. But she loved no less to put her faithful chopper through its paces, riding it into the “wild” terrain. Of course, it won't stand a real off-road driving. And Gertie knew that. But the dirt roads, meant only for pedestrians, were not a problem for it. And so Gertie, ignoring the sign prohibiting entry into the park by car or motorcycle, confidently drove forward.

Gertie drove slowly, looking around again and again and taking her eyes off the road. She didn't really understand where the fox terrier suddenly jumped out from. The dog began barking desperately at her motorcycle, throwing itself under the wheels. Gertie slammed on her brakes. The dog jumped around, continuing to bark.

"You, stupid animal! Go away!" Gertie screamed at it. "Go! Go! Get the fuck off!" she tried to kick the fox terrier, but it jumped back, continue barking.

"Gertrude! What do you think you are doing?!" Gertie suddenly heard a familiar voice. She slowly turned around, changing her countenance. A very angry Miss Dobbins appeared from behind the trees. "Gertrude, what is this?" she gave the girl a very displeased look.

"What do you mean?" Gertie snapped, "Miss Dobbins, this is not a classroom, and I'm not at your lecture! It's my business how and where I'm spending my day off!" she wanted to get on the motorcycle, but the teacher's hand suddenly squeezed her ear tightly. Gertie moaned in pain.

"Not only did you almost knock down Toto, but you also dared to offend him." Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Not to mention that you drove your jalopy into the park, ignoring the forbiddance. Gertrude, for such behavior, even outside of study hours, you could get into very serious trouble at college."

Gertie wanted to grab Miss Dobbin's hand, but she didn't dare. Fear flashed in her blue eyes. Even while she wanted to be seen as a reckless biker chick who could handle any trouble and who could handle anything, she was not at all keen on getting into trouble with the college administration.

"I think I need to teach you a good lesson right here and now, Gertrude." said Miss Dobbins sternly, and led Gertie by the ear to a dry log nearby.

Gertie was afraid to argue with Miss Dobbins, and so within a couple of minutes she was lying across the teacher's lap, and her tightly jeans-clad bottom was being firmly spanked by the teacher's hand. Miss Dobbins had a really heavy hand, so even such a spanking was quite painful. But of course not as painful as a brushing she received from Miss Dobbins few days ago.

"Remember, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins spoke, emphasizing each word with a resounding slap, "Rules are there to be followed. You scared the birds and animals with your jalopy, damaged the road, and almost ran over Toto. Aren't you ashamed?" she maid a pause, giving the girl some time to answer, continuing spanking her.

"I am!" Gertie moaned quickly. "I am ashamed!" She was already hoping that she had gotten off easy, and would get off with spanking that was not so much painful as humiliating.

Suddenly Miss Dobbins stopped the spanking and pushed Gertie from her knees.

"It seems to me that you can't get through a scoundrel like you with just a hand spanking, and especially through your pants." she said, looking around, and plucked a dry but flexible branch from a bush. "Take off your jeans, Gertrude. Now we will start a serious talk!"

"Maybe that is not that necessary?" Gertie asked carefully.

"It is very necessary!" Miss Dobbins responded.

Blushing and sobbing with shame, Gertie slowly took off her boots and then her jeans. Miss Dobbins noticed with satisfaction that even after the spanking through the thick material, Gertie's buttocks were noticeably pink.

Right after Gertie dropped her pants and boots near her motorcycle, Miss Dobbins forced her to bend over, grabbing her knees. The teacher looked thoughtfully at the girl's plump bottom, tightly covered by camouflage panties.

"No. These also are going down!" she said before pulling Gertie's panties to her knees. Gertie sobbed. Miss Dobbins shook her head. "Try to remember, Gertrude - rules are meant to be followed!" the switch swished through the air and hit Gertie hard across her buttocks, causing her to yelp in pain. Miss Dobbins, without giving her much time to recover, began to whip her behind, which almost immediately caused Gertie to begin shifting from one foot to the other and even jumping up and down, howling and whining with pain. And her squeals and oohs were drowned out by the calm and stern voice of Miss Dobbins, repeating the same thing that she had already said to her while spanking her over her pants. But being underlined by a switch these words sounded much more convincing.

When the spanking was finally over, more than anything in the world Gertie wanted to dive into the lake to cool her sore bottom, striped by a switch, off even a little bit. She jumped around up and down, weeping in pain bitterly, rubbing her burning bottom, trying to make the terrible pain feel easy even a little bit. Finally, she managed to pull herself together and, under the stern and slightly mocking gaze of Miss Dobbins, with great difficulty pulled her panties and tight jeans over her red-striped buttocks. After a few more minutes of sobbing and rubbing her bottom, Gertie decided to get on the motorcycle, but Miss Dobbins' hand fell sternly on her shoulder.

"Do you want to get another spanking already, Gertrude? Just ask, and I'll be happy to oblige. Did you forgot, why you was punished?" the teacher asked sternly.

Crying with pain and shame, Gertie nodded to Miss Dobbins and, taking the handlebars of the motorcycle, dejectedly rolled it towards the exit of the park, not daring to turn around. And behind her back, Toto was barking furiously.

One Noisy Night

A lone motorcycle's engine was roaring in the night like a thunder. Gertie was always proud about the sound of her favourite bike, now tried to ride not to fast, hoping that that will make the roar of it quieter at least a bit. She started thinking, that it was not the brightest idea to agree to undergo an initiation rite of a college sorority. Why the hell did she, a badass biker-babe, need any stupid initiations? But she agreed, and now she needed to get some prized apples from Robinson's orchard. She even didn't know, who those Robinsons are and why their apples were prized at all.

Gertie stopped near the fence, turned the engine off and listened the night sounds carefully. She hadn't hear anything suspicious. No voices or foot steps. Just like her night ride didn't wake anyone. Gertie smiled and came closer to the fence. She noticed a tree, which branch was overhanging right over the fence, making it the Best way to sneak into the garden. Gertie smirked and started climbing.

Gertie carefully sneaked right over the fence and looked around. She noticed an apple tree, which was growing very close to the branch she was climbing over. The blonde smirked. She even didn't need to get to the ground. All she need - to get an apple from a nearest brunch and then - sneak out, climbing the same brunch. She smiled to herself and carefully hanged down, trying to reach a ripe red apple.

Suddenly a night wind blowed, disturbing the trees. Gertie lost her balance and grabbed an apple tree she was trying to reach, hoping not to fall. A moment later she was already hanging on the apple tree branch. Then she heard a loud crunch, and the tree suddenly fell down. Gertie screamed in panic before heavily landing on the ground. She moaned in pain, rubbing her sore butt. She was lucky the apple tree wasn't very high. The blonde carefully stood up, cursing and moaning. Suddenly she heard a dog barking, and from the currant bushes appeared a very angry German shepherd. The dog growled at the girl, showing it's teeth. Gertie screamed in panic and ran away at breakneck speed.

Gertie ran for her live. The dog was chasing her closely. It tried to bite her several times, but luckily for Gertie the only thing which was ruined by it were her denim pants. Finally Gertie reached the fence, but when she was almost close to it, the dog caught her by her boot. The blonde squirmed out of it, but before she could stand up, her chaser's jaws trapped her other leg. And again, luckily for her, it caught her boot. So Gertie hardly squirmed out of it and finally started pulling herself up to get over the fence. Suddenly she felt a very sharp pain in her buttock. The girl screamed out loud and almost flew over the fence. Only after a heavy and painful landing on her already sore backside she finally noticed, that she jumped over a wrong fence. Now she was in another orchard. And the dog started barking like a mad, being furious that the trespasser escaped.

Julia slept peacefully in a chair by the fireplace. Suddenly she awoke, almost dropping the book, which was laying on her knees. Julia looked around, now recalling, how she was reading "Gone with the Wind" all the evening. And fell asleep in her favourite chair once again. She yawned and finally understood, what woke her up. Her neighbours, Robinsons, dog, Wrax, was barking like a mad. And it's barking was sounding suspiciously close. Just like it was barking at someone, who was in her, Julia's orchard. Julia carefully looked out from the opened doors and noticed a suspicious silhouette.

Moaning and cursing, Gertie stood under an apple tree, catching her breath. She sobbed, looking at her badly torned jeans. Her boots became a trophy of the damned dog. And she had no idea how to get out from the orchard she accidentally broke into. In the dark of the night the orchard looked like a dense forest. Gertie sobbed a bit more and went wherever her eyes looked, feeling chilly earth under her now bare feet.

"Hey, you! Don't move! What do you think you are doing here?" a female voice called her out. Gertie looked around and saw a girl in red dress. Julia frowned, seeing the trespasser. "What are you doing in my garden?" she asked strictly and frowned a bit more. She was still a bit sleepy, so she wasn't completely sure, that her eyes were not lying to her, but this blonde with mohawk was looking suspiciously familiar.

"The dog was chasing me and I just tried to escape..." Gertie replied. A moment later she realised, how stupid it was to say about the dog. But she hadn't any better excuse anyway. Especially after she recognise Julia. They were a college mates. And since it was looking like Julia still hadn't recognise her, Gertie now prayed for the moon to stay clouded.

"The dog, ha?" Julia tried not to laugh, which was not so easy. Wrax really had a frightening appearance and knew very well how to growl and bark just like he wanted to kill. But he was actually one of the most kind dogs she ever knew. So she didn't doubt, that Wrax just tried his Best to scare Gertie away, but never tried to actually harm her. If he wanted so, she just would never escape from him. "So, you sneaked into my neighbours garden and then got into mine?" Julia wagged her finger at Gertie. "And what were you doing in my neighbours garden? Wait a minute! Gertrude Mitchell?! Is that you?!"

Gertie blushed.

"Julia, please..."

"It is 'Miss Hudson' for you!" Julia interrupted her "And you know what? I think I will just call the police. And if you'll try to run away, I'll just tell everyone in college, that you had sneak into my garden."

Gertie whimpered.

"Please, Julia, don't call the police! And don't tell anyone! I beg you! I really didn't mean any harm! I just..."

"Enough!" Julia shook her head. "I don't care! You are a trespasser! And you should be punished!" suddenly her brown eyes sparked with a mischief "Well, you know what? I have an idea. I will not call the police or report anyone, if you'll agree to allow me punish you my way!"

Gertie sighed and nodded.

"Okay, Julia..."

Julia bent and picked a few switches from the ground.

"Take your pants down, Gertrude! I'll give you a good birching!"

Gertie's blue eyes opened wide.

"What?! Are you serious?!"

Julia nodded.

"In dead earnest. Now drop your pants down, or I will just call the police!"

Gertie sobbed in shame and pulled her jeans down, revealing a pair of plump milky-white buttocks and cammo panties.

Julia patiently waited Gertie to strip herself from her jeans and to bent over. She wanted to punish this "wannabe tough bad girl" for a very long time. And now she got her chance! When the blonde was finally ready to her punishment, she came closer and raised her hand with the bunch of switches high.

"I guess a six of the Best will be enough." she said "Bend over, bad girl!"

Gertie sighed and bent over, touching her toes. Julia giggled and gave Gertie's plump buttocks the first stroke with the birches. Gertie screamed in pain out loud and wagged her bottom a bit, while a bright red marks started appearing on her skin. Julia nodded and gave Gertie another stroke. Gertie screamed even louder. At the third stroke the pain made her jump from the position, clutching her backside, which now was bright pink and ever started turning into a shades of red.

"Back in position, Gertie! We are not over yet," Julia said strictly, trying hard not to laugh "And now I need to start all the punishment over again."

"Julia, please, no! This hurts really bad!" Gertie protested, rubbing her sore bottom.

"Do you want me to call the cops? Or to tell everyone about this?" Julia smirked, waving the switches. Gertie growled, but bent over again. Julia smirked wider and raised the birches. "And now the first stroke once again!" she giggled. This time Gertie broke from position at the fourth stroke, making Julia to start all the punishment over once again. And then poor trespasser couldn't stand the pain at the third stroke once again. And then - at the fifth one. And then - again at the third. Gertie's screams and weeping were echoing all over the orchard and around.

A several big nasty bruises almost finished forming all over Gertie's now terrible sore buttocks, when Julia finally sighed, no longer trying to hide her joy.

"Well, It was supposed to be just six strokes, and now even I lost count." she giggles. "Okay, I suppose if I'll keep trying to give you your six of the Best without your breaking from the position, we'll spend all night like this. So put your pants on and go away. I'll show you, where the exit is for you to avoid any more troubles!"

Wincing, sobbing and whimpering, Gertie hardly put her ruined jeans on and hopped in place several times, rubbing her terrible sore bottom. Julia laughed, watching Gertie's brat war dance. When the "bad girl" finally got herself together, Julia escorted out from her orchard.

Very carefully Gertie tried to sit on her motorcycle, but the pain in her freshly birched buttocks made her almost jump up. She whined in pain, clutching her bottom, almost tipping her motorcycle over. Julia laughed, watching, how Gertie, after an almost minute of rubbing her sore bottom, finally started the engine and escaped in the night, standing on foot pegs and trying her Best not to sit down.

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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Bitches Get Switches

 

How to Tame a Hellcat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                                    EPILOGUE  

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

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

       Some girls never learn.

Tales of the Blood Moon - Prologue: The Sorcerer's Apprentice

The morning was young. The whole town was still sleeping, when a young redhead girl wearing a long black robe and a pointed hat went into an abandoned house on the outskirts. Her name was Kajira, she was a town's sorcerer's apprentice. And this day she decided - the day has finally come! She will be no more just an apprentice, but a true powerful witch! She learned hard for years, but her teacher, old grumpy Shmendrik never was satisfied with her strides. He always said, that she is too impatient and never allowed her to practise anything, but simplest spells. So Kajira started learning the true magic herself. And this morning, with all her knowledge, and with her fluency of Ancient Elven, the Sacred Language of the Moon Goddess Isaiah and the Dark divinities, Kajira decided to test her magic skill; she wanted to tap the Dark Side on her unconscious so she could master Black Magic, thence the Bohemian princess, and with magic and sword overcome the princes and kings of human, dwarfish and elven kingdoms, becoming Empress, or Kaiaerina, expanding her rule to the Ocean.

She had read that many witches wore a black, long pointed black hat and black robes to practice their magic, but she had also read - and heard that some witches, especially younger ones, practised their craft completely in the nude, believing magical power accompanied nudity in casting spells, uttering incantations, and invoking the Powers of Darkness. This belief may have descended from ancient Orcish lore which held that the naked bodies of Orcish warriors of the past, as long as they wore their sacred, leather belts around their waists, were surrounded by magic, and though individual warriors in Orcish armies of conquest and marauding might die, the armies of this warrior people would not fail, and, naked as they were, they conquered so much territory. Kajira knew all about this and adhered to the belief of the magic that surrounded a nude body, as long as the person wore some sort of token of magic power: Kajira chose the traditional black hat of the witches.

Kajira knew about the nude dark witches who danced around a fire, doubtlessly representing the fires of abyss, invoking the Evil One to appear and ravish them body and spirit - or soul, as they called it, and in return he would grant them fabulous powers. These witches, even they did not see the Darkness, would ravish their souls and, maybe invisibly ravish their bodies, and they would sacrifice goats and eat the creature raw, and to show their disdain for Heoth. But Kajira accounted all this Dark stuff as nonsense, and totally rejected. But she knew that some of the priestesses of Isaiah officiated naked, and here she felt very much at home. She did not discern an established reason for this; she assumed that Isaiah did not want her priestesses to wear anything profane or created by mortals, that she demanded instead the nakedness of a young priestess, whom she considered sacred and pure, untouched, during the ceremonies, by the profane garb of mortals. But this was just an educated guess on the part of young Kajira.

Yet there was another - possible - reason for the nudity of young witches, and to Kajira, naughty girl that she was, this was perhaps her favourite reason. The practice of Black Magic was bad, and in human culture nudity was considered bad, or would lead to - at least - mischief. This came from an old idea that Heoth insisted His priests to wear breeches, covering their private parts, while they officiated; at times they would have to climb ladders to reach a certain part of the Sanctuary, maybe to ascend to a platform to preform a Holy Service or Sacrifice to Heoth, usually a cow. The first few Books of the Old Testament said that if Heoth or the people saw the nakedness of the priest under his robe, it was a great abomination to Heoth and he would shame himself and the people; Heoth was said to have told that if the priests did not wear breeches while officiating they would be struck down dead by the Lightning. Anyway, since Kajira was "bad" by practising Black Magic, in her aspiration to be a witch, she wanted to be "bad" in her attire, in her wearing of the black witch's hat, and in her nudity. Then too there was a certain thrill for the youthful apprentice, in being totally naughty - Black Magic, witchcraft, nakedness, and all - in being totally naughty, but still in danger of getting caught.

So Kajira disrobed and put her clothe outside the room. The she put on her black hat, and got on her knees. She greeted and hailed, in perfect Ancient Elven, Isaiah, the Moon-Goddess and all her attributes. Then she was ready to switch to her usual tongue. She implored the goddess, Queen of Life and death, to give her power to move the natural world, objects that have been manufactured by mortals, and the nature and power of the minds (spirits) and bodies of mortals to do her personal will - through her power. Well, so far, so good. She knew some witches were said to ride brooms in the sky; Kajira had her doubts about this. But she knew her dream to be Kaiaerina was also, or would be in the eyes of others, even among witches and other practitioners of Black Magic, would likewise be doubtful. So, in order to demonstrate her power - at least to herself - she chose the broom she used so often in household chores, to fly, to be used by her for not for the unpleasantness of work, but for the fun of riding it naked, to show her witchly powers to other.

Having completed her prayer and her gift of allegiance to Isaiah, the witchly candidate brought wood for a fire and a small cauldron. It was unnecessary for her to go to the well to obtain water, since she had already drawn a large amount of drinking and bathwater, which she - with difficulty since it was full of water and the pan was heavy, but with success, filling the cauldron up 3 quarters. She left the cauldron for a moment and ten arranged the wood to make a small fire, but enough for the cauldron to boil after a little while. She lighted the fire rather easily, using kindling from a lit torch. Then she put the cauldron on the fire, after which she brought the each herbs, roots, plants, berries - all unfit for human consumption but the fumes of which only affected the object of the witch's attention. Since her object of her spell was only an inanimate object, she did not take all-important mushroom (it was unnecessary, and was not an error). Then, while uttering a spell for the efficacy of her potion, Kajira took the ingredients, cut them in the middle so their power would come or sooner, threw them slowly in the cauldron praying for success as she did so. Then the girl stood in a corner of her room, waiting for the cauldron to boil.

Kajira had to wait patiently for this, saying spells the whole time. She had put the top on the cauldron to make it heat up faster and, most importantly, to preserve the aroma and the chemicals created in the concoction; but she was, in spite of her prayers and invocations, listening closely for the unmistakable sound of bubbling in the cauldron, all so familiar to her as the assistant to the sorcerer when he was making his own, but unselfish, concoctions. Her heart was beating fast, her breathing was abnormal: never had she been so excited in her life.

Then the youthful with opened the cauldron and waved the aroma and invisible chemicals in the direction of the broom, which she had stood up against a wall nearby. She enchanted the broom, but her wording was terribly, horribly wrong: she had made a schoolgirl mistake, but she did not know this for a while. Instead of command to bend nature to her own will, Kajira asked that power be instilled in the broom: she would pay for this mistake, sorely. Incidently the broom was not made of the usual straw, but of birch.

After about 10 minutes of hexing, till sadly erroneously, and fanning the chemicals toward the broom, Kajira at last felt some sort of power in the room, i the room, not in her, as she expected. Instead she noticed some movement in the room, and she experienced a wild, galloping heart. She was fantastically excited, but at the same time frightened: the broom was moving! She clutched her heart a little. She thought to herself: "Am I really going to be able to fly on the broom?"

Soon the broom rose from the floor. She believed that, in a matter of seconds, she would have her answer, and so she did. But soon her great excitement was replaced by fear. As the broom rose, Kajira retreated to the farthest distance she could make between the broom and herself in the room. It then occurred to her that magic, even if it was favourable to her, was a scary thing, so she had to show courage in totally manipulating it, in mastering it. So she began to take a step toward the enchanted broom - even though SHE was the one who was to be enchanted! She moved as gingerly, as prayerfully, and as humbly as possible. As she approached it, the broom likewise began to move slowly toward her, and she decided that it must be offering its services for her to ride it; part of her hexing to enchant the broom was to cause nature to bend. In whose direction? She simply didn't specify, and allow her to ride the broom to through the skies.

But a couple of other matters were erroneous in her hexing, which should be accounted to nervousness on her part, as well as inexperience in actually practising magic: she did not ask for control of the broom; she didn't know that the broom was given the power, altogether inadvertently by her, so that the broom could take her, no matter how hard she tried to control it, could take her anywhere it wanted on a whim, even far, far away, even to the moon if it wished. Secondly, and oh-so-significantly, a genuine witch as Kajira had aspired to be, would never have failed to as the magic to grant her the owe to morph nature on her own behalf; instead, poor Kajira had hexed to give the BROOM power to bend its own nature and in effect come alive; but again Kajira did not even specify that the broom come alive for her own benefit. Kajira was afraid, but she still believed she had power: maybe she would have if she had said her incantation aright. Instead, the only power Kajira had was her knowledge and intelligence; her extensive knowledge of alchemy, which exceeded that she had of Black Magic to a significant degree and her "crash course" in the sacred language of the Ancient Elven. Incidently, as Kajira made this hex, she felt again the thrill of naughtiness, of doing something very bad, that is, practising Black Magic, in spite of the fact that she might be caught and punished for it; and the thought that she would become a witch, flying stark naked on a broom in broad daylight, daring punishment but somehow "getting away" with this naughtiness, gave her a tremendous thrill.

So she continued to slowly approach the broom, which was now off the ground and beginning to turn the side of its birch sweeping side to the girl simultaneously. Then Kajira stopped. It was clear to her that she was unable to study enough just how a witch rides her broom according to tradition, a with rode her broom with the handle part in front and the straw portion in back. But poor Kajira was confused: was the birch portion in back of her or in front? She asked the goddess for assistance in finding the answer, but Isaiah, but actually the unknown, Dark Power she had prayed to had left this to the broom itself, but Kajira still did not realize the great error she had made in her incantation. In her studies and note-taking she had made under her master Shmendrik, basically on aspects of alchemy she did not know and corrections he had made for her when she had misapprehended about it, and those that she had taken under her tutor Eugene of Ancient Elven language, religion and mythology, almost all of it based on Isaiah, and the essays she had written in phonetically - written in the old, hidden priestly heretics, were all made very precisely and correctly by the girl. She knew that even only one misplaced or omitted phrase, word, even syllable of the Ancient writing could change the entire meaning of everything she had written. Kajira was the most precise apprentice that either Shmendrik or Eugene had ever encountered, and bot of them were quite pleased, indeed proud of her, more than satisfied with her progress. Shmendrik intended to begin her training in alchemic, White, magic upon his return home, and in the meantime Kajira continued her weekday, 2 hour meetings with Eugene, who conversed informally, as much as Ancient Elven would allow them since so many things existed in Kajira's time for which there was no concept of in the Old Language, and things existed in Ancient Elven that had no relevance at all to things that were prevalent nowadays.

But when Kajira practised magic finally, for the first time, a beautiful, almost perfectly figured lass of 21, she "blew it, big time." She had stopped approaching the broom but the broom had not stopped approaching her. She commanded it in the Ancient language, incarnating in the name of Isaiah, to stop, but it continued: and now she was desperately afraid. Then a deep, burning sensation blew up in Kajira's stomach, and simultaneously it hit her mind, and she - almost - swooned: she now realized she had uttered her incantation totally wrong; instead of hexing that the power devolve on the girl, she had mistakenly hexing for Dark power to be conferred on the broom itself, and there was no telling what it would do! The broom was enchanted, and she was in its power!

Realizing that her only chance of escape from her enchanted broom was to escape through a back door in the room that led to the street. She was so desperate to escape from this Power-instilled broom that she didn't give a thought to her nudity, and that she would have exposed herself to the public's view, with laughter and looks and words of shame and disgust greeting her; but she was now afraid of the Dark Power; it had turned on her!

Well, to her terror and desperation, she found her backdoor locked. She turned the nob over and over; she pulled on the doornob with all of her strength. But it was all to no effect. As she tried desperately to open the backdoor, she was bending over, and her bare, pretty white bottom was sticking out. If she had momentarily lost thought of her - deliberately naughty - naked condition, the girl was soon reminded of it. The broom, made up of a few tough birch branches, came close to Kajira, without the youthful witch's knowledge, swooped up high in the air, and SWOOSH. . . . WHOP!. . . . The birch broom had suddenly become a birch rod, as if she were being thrashed on her bare, naughty schoolgirl bottom by an irate tutor!

"AHHHHHH!" Kajira screamed, in pain and in shock, "What th. . . . ?!? HELP! Is anybody out there? Help me! Something is terribly, horribly wrong!" But there was no help coming. Poor Kajira! Desperate as she was, and blushing violently at the thought that her Patroness Isaiah was displease with her because of her foolish, obviously unthought-out incantation, continued to work on the door, and as she did so she thoughtlessly continued to thrust out her bottom. Twice more the enchanted broom struck her hard on the bottom, this time leaving marks. Kajira stopped suddenly and stood up for a moment. She thought to herself, "Could I be enchanted - bewitched, too? Could it be that I am constrained to take the tanning the birch is giving me, as when I thoughtlessly bent over to try to open the door, and the broom thrashed me three times?"

She turned around to face her now-magical adversary, but she couldn't see it. She looked from side to side, forward and backward, but there was no flying broom inside. The door to the room was closed, and the backdoor was locked. "Where could it have gone?" Kajira asked herself; then since she knew the broom was magic, it could possibly fly through walls, or could have turned invisible. But neath was the case. The broom had been right behind her the whole time, she had just not been able to position herself to see it. But it was there! There was enough room for the make-shift "birch rod" to swoop down and smack her bottom stingingly; she screamed and ran to the front door of her room, which she had closed so that the aroma of the incantations and chemicals in her boiling cauldron would not waft through the vestibule outside her door and permeate the rest of the house.

But behold a wonder! The door to the room was locked - somehow - or stuck! Again she bent over, unconsciously, as she tried to open the door, and the instrument of her punishment whapped her on the butt ONE!. . . . TWO!. . . . THREE!. . . . FOUR!. . . . times in supra-rapid succession. Again she screamed. "AHHHHHHHH!" then in tears of pain she said, in anger yo herself, "Ouch! So stupid! How could I have bent over again so the birch could smack me FOUR times!" She started running around the room in panic, screaming, and praying to Isaiah to end the punishment.

"O Isaiah! The Moon-Goddess! Greater than all other Deities and Potentates! I beg you! I plead with you! I implore you! End this most painful and humiliating punishment! I know I have offended you. I beg your forgiveness! I have done wrong in my spell. I am so very, very sorry! I've learned my lesson! If it be your will, I will stop practising Black Magic forever!"

Well, the Dark Power would not help her. As she was running her arms were extended, and her bottom was unprotected. Naturally a tempting target for the broom, which gave her whack after whack, too fast to cover her rear with her hands. The broom was chasing her mercilessly swatting her, leaving red welts on her backside, while that part of her was rosy-red. Her dire situation was compounded terribly by her collapse over a misplaced cushion, and her bottom was easily accessible to the birch for six more lashings. "OUCH!!!" she cried "No more! I entreat you!" The girl could not yet rise - besides, she knew she would be bending over to do so - she turned on her back, her butt hurting more because of its brush with the cushion, and put her hand over her face.

"Mighty Power!" she addressed the broom, "In the name of Isaiah! Please let me rise and go." Her voice became more resigned gradually as she addressed the broom. The birch was still, suspended over her, and, somehow allowed her to rise; she had to bend over with her butt exposed for just a moment to manoeuvrer herself to rise - she was, after all in considerable pain, and had to rise slowly. Then the girl ran as fast as she could, once again with hands thoughtlessly extended, her but helplessly exposed to the several swats of the birch broom, stinging as ever, once again happening too fast for her to cover. The girl and her pitifully sore bottom reached the back door, and yet once more Kajira had to stick out her hind-quarters to jerk open the door, long enough for the birch to thrash her twice, this time dead-on target of her "bottom line," the crease between her bottom and the very top of her back legs. She screeched in pain, stopped what she was doing and bent over backwards, screaming at the ceiling, her hands rubbing the afflicted area to try as much as possible to ease her pain. Then, suddenly, she pulled open the door and ran naked outside. She didn't notice at the time, since the birch was giving her three or four more lashes as she fled through the front door, giving her a swat or two more outside the door, but no one was around, and she began running to the more private, back part of the house. Meantime the broom started sweeping her effectively on the ground, then her legs and feet, and she ran even faster; then suddenly the broom dropped, lifeless and inanimate, no longer enchanted, but it has chastised this very, very naughty girl well. Kajira noticed there was no more sweeping at her feet. She turned around and saw the broom supine, motionless on the ground. She rubbed her bottom in bitter tears.

As she stared at the instrument of her punishment, Kajira, faced a more immediate situation. Was the "flame" of the broom truly extinguished? Dare she again go into the house. She had access to the back door, but having checked it before found it was locked or otherwise jammed unopenable. Kajira had to proceed with caution. First she tried to open the back door, but that indeed was locked. She looked at the windows to the back of the house and then she tried each one, but egress for the girl into the house was not possible for her. First they were locked, second, if she threw a rock at one of them she faced laceration on her naked body from the remaining glass in place in the broken window, as well as shards entering or otherwise injuring her bare feet, and 3rd, and perhaps most insurmountable, Kajira, even though she was on the slender size, was simply too thick to fit through the openings. Sighing, Kajira realized that she had only one other choice: she had to enter, somehow, through the front door. However, there were two matters that stood in her way. First, she asked herself, "Is the broom dead? or will it attack me again as soon as I pass by it?" She peeked out from the safety of the backyard of the house to look at the condition of the broom. It was just lying there, appearing not to move, lifeless, just a mortal-made tool. "Well," Kajira said to herself "It doesn't look like the birch is going to give me more trouble I hope!" But another difficulty faced the young girl. She heard a few voices; the house was located on a major avenue, and people walked down it all day long. She finally realized that some how no one had been around earlier in the morning, when the birch broom had literally thrashed and swept her out of the house; now a number of people were going up and down the street, some of whom were walking their dogs. The animals scented her presence and barked, seeming to alert their owners that she was there. The presence of dogs worried the girl. Some of the animals were so well trained that people didn't even take them out on a leash, and even though they were basically tame, they may come toward her as she was going to or trying to enter the house through the front door. She was desperate! Uncertainty about the broom, people and their dogs - what could she do? Her bottom was red, welted and burning. It demanded some kind of relief. She was also tired. She had been up for a long time preparing for her ill-fated adventure; but the event had led to a good result. Kajira, now, took the only sensible option that was available to her: she would get on the grass, lie on her stomach, and try to go to sleep.When she woke up, she hoped, traffic on the street will have slowed; and, even if it hadn't she hoped that night will have fallen and, hidden in relative darkness she could quickly go and slip inside the house, no one having seen her in her nakedness, which she knew would evoke laughter. So Kajira trudged onto the grass. With her feet she could feel there was no moisture on it, and it was only slightly cooler than the dust upon which she had been standing before, she could also feel there were no stickers to prevent comfortable rest. Fortunately, there also happened to be no insects around, such as ants or, worse, bees - but she did not think about this at the time. Gingerly she lay on her stomach on the grass, thinking about what had happened to her earlier, her failed incantations and alliance with the Powers of Darkness. It was now about 12 noon. The sun was high in the sky, but the temperature was comfortable. The girl had had a busy, stressful morning, and it occurred to her that she was exhausted, and she found the blades of grass comfortable; she was as comfortable in spite of the fact that it had been as if a hundred bees had stung her rear one at a time, and left their needles there. But, only about 30 minutes since she had decided to lie on the grass and sleep, and then wait until darkness fell--and it fell hard, since the ligting of the street was less than satisfactory - she fell asleep.

Kajira slept for a hours, and when she woke up it was pitch dark. During her rest she had temporarily forgotten about the birching her snow-white bottom had received from the broom. Her bottom again hurt and burned from the punishment she had received.

She had to get in the house, somehow. She rose from her place on the green grass to peek over the side of the hose to see if anyone was coming, and she didn't see anyone. Besides, it was so dark now, the lighting was so dark, that she didn't think anyone would see her - unless of course she was cornered by a dog. People often walked their animals at night, it being a tad cooler then and the dogs would enjoy the climate better. But Kajira saw no sign of dogs. Either. So saying to herself, "Let's go - and fast!" giving no thought to the fallen birch broom, Kajira ran as fast as she could to the front door, and, finding the door unlocked went inside the house and, now remembering the broom, which was still lying harmless on the ground, she locked and bolted the door behind her.

"I've got to find some relief from the pain I got this morning!" Kajira said to herself, then suddenly she remembered, saying to herself gratefully, "Oh!" She ran to the room where she kept a large pan of water that she had drawn from the well; the pan was easily large enough for her to sit in. She had used almost half of the water for her ill-fated incantation in the morning, but there was still enough water, which Kajira stuck her hand in and found cool, for her purposes.

The girl pulled the pan into the centre of the room and slowly she began to lower her rear into the water, careful not to sit in the pan since she knew the pin of sitting on the hard floor, where the pan was, would be too painful for her. So she put her hand behind her and her feet braced in font of her, and rested her poor, sore bottom in the cool water. The relief she felt was tremendous. "AHHHHHHH!" She said once she had positioned her rear in the pan. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, and she opened her mouth in relief.