Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Three

   Belinda’s big butt was on FIRE! Gently rubbing her roasting rear seemed to only stroke the fire, fanning the flames, until the German’s brat’s bottom was boiling. “AUUUH, my poor popo!” the beautiful blonde sobbed, “ I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
   Noticing a fountain across the park, Belinda wanted to run to it immediately, but decided her best option was to walk to it as slowly as possible, since every step she took, caused a new wave of intense heat to flare up across her blistered butt. Once there, bracing herself with her arms, she lowered her still bare backside into the chilly water, carefully to make sure her badly bruised butt didn’t touch the bottom of the fountain. 
    Belinda was enjoying the effects of the cooling water, when she heard what sounded like the purring of a cat. And heard a silky female voice say, “Well, well, well, what have we here? Did somebody just give this naughty kitty a spanking?”
    Looking up, Belinda was startled to see Catwoman approaching her. “KATZENFRAU! Ja, that damn Fiedermaus-Mann just paddled me!”
   Catwoman smiled mischievously, while caressing her own luscious rear, “OUCH! I know from personal experience, how hard Batman spanks. Unfortunately for you, I’m quite adept at blistering bottoms, too. Which I do, every time I catch somebody in Gotham dressed as me. I can’t have people committing crimes that I’ll be blamed for, now can I?”
   Belinda hopped down from the water fountain, her hands covering her still smoldering backside, “WAIT A MINUTE, I’m NOT a criminal! I’m on my way to a costume party!”
   “Sorry, Kitty Kat, my costume, my rules. With those claws on your gloves, you shouldn’t have any trouble cutting me some switches.”
   SWITCHES! Every German knew what switches were. And how painful they were. They left welts that took days to fade away. “HELLO NO!” Belinda said, fire in her eyes burning as hotly as the fires across her rear, “I don’t care if you ARE Katzenfrau! You’re NOT switching me! GET OUT OF MY WAY! 
    Belinda was marching past Catwoman when she heard the loud crack of a whip, seconds before she felt it’s bite, as it sizzled across her still bare backside. “AUUUUHHH!”, Belinda screamed her hands flying to the fiery welt now branded across her backside. Turning, Belinda saw for the first time, the lethal looking whip in Catwoman’s right hand. “Your choice, my whip or the switch. Which one will it be?”
    Staring at the whip, fearfully, still feeling the burning kiss from it across still feeling the burning kiss from it across her roasting rear, Belinda whispered, “I’ll … I’ll go cut you a switch.”
     Stay tuned, Brat Fans, for the fourth and final chapter of this story. Next time you’ll get to meet Belinda’s friend from Germany, Bromhilda, and find out what happened at her party, while Catwoman was painting welts across Belinda’s plump posterior with her switch. Here’s a clue, Belinda and Bromhilda will both be sleeping on their stomachs tonight. COMING SOON!

 

Naughty Werewolves Get Spanked!

  Snowstorm, a white she-wolf, with fiery red hair and golden eyes, was dancing in the moonlight. Not because she was happy. No, quite the opposite. She was dancing because her hair wasn’t the only part of her currently as red as fire. And just as hot. Her bottom was crisscrossed with thin, stinging welts. 
   Beside her, her sister, Midnight, a werewolf as black as sin, but also with crimson locks and golden eyes, was doing a similar dance. For the same reason. The two wolf- girls were both hopping from paw to paw, howling at the moon, their hands gently massaging their boiling hot bottoms.
   Watching them was Lord Lobo, the leader of their pack. He sat on a fallen log, the log the wild girls were just bent across. In his hand was a bundle of switches. On his handsome face, he wore a smile, revealing his razor sharp fangs. He hated punishing the two sisters, but watching them dance after a good dose of “the fire sticks” always made him smile.
  He spoke harshly to the twins, “Girls, I’m sorry I had to punish you so severely, but you know the rules of our pack, any member of my tribe, that raises a paw against another member, must be disciplined. I hope this will be the last time I ever catch you fighting. Now, return to our den, and stay there until I give you permission to leave. The night is getting late and I must go hunting. Hopefully your howls didn’t scare off all of the prey for miles around. If you did, and I return empty handed, you’ll both be cutting me another bundle of switches. NOW, GO HOME AND STAY THERE, with your naughty noses facing the cave wall until I return.” With that, he vanished into the woods like a shadow.
   The twins started their long trek home, walking slowly and stiffly, each step causing a fresh wave of scalding hot heat to flare up across their well roasted rears. Snowstorm, carefully tracing the multitude of welts now decorating her derrière, thought back on the reason she was fighting with her sister, relieved that Lord Lobo hadn’t asked them what started their brawl. Snowstorm’s cheeks burned as hotly as her blistered bottom, thinking of the reason why. Unbeknownst to him, both of the sisters were in love with him. Madly in love. And for reasons she couldn’t understand, thinking about Lord Lobo scorching her backside, made her love him even more.

A Lesson in Mindfulness

 Dame Athanasia and the her gang were at their hideout discussing the plans to build the air ship
they needed to move onto to a new land with many opportunities for them to better themselves
and live a better life. The vampiress was discussing how important it was for the two to gather
all the required materials they needed to build the air ship.
“Now girls when you acquire the materials it is important that you don't forget anything,
especially the tools we need. Kajira may be a powerful sorceress but she can't build this thing
from scratch with out tools and materials. Are you two even listening?”
As Dame Athanasia was speaking she noticed Wolffang the orcress twirling her hair staring at
the ground and Livonna the werewolf was drumming her fingers on the table so the vampiress
slams her fist in the table to see if they had heard her.
“Yes mistress, we know what to do. We will get all the materials and tools we need. You have
gone over this hundreds of times in the last few days.”
Both replied in a petulant voice as if insulted by her question. Dame Athanasia raises an
eyebrow and smiles wickedly.
“Well that is good girls. I'm glad to hear that you have both been listening intently to my
instructions and know everything we need because tonight is the night you will both gather the
materials and Gods help you if you fail because I will not be lenient. This is the greatest
opportunity we have ever had and I will not accept failure.”
The orcress and werewolf audibly gulp as they really weren't sure exactly what all they
needed, as they hadn't really listened to Dame Athanasia explain everything. However they
knew if they admitted this to their mistress she would punish them severely. They sat there
racking their brains trying to recall everything needed. Kajira, knowing these two probably had
not listened and definitely didn't know what to do made a suggestion.
“Livonna, Wolffang, if you'd like I could go over everything we need again one last time.”
The witch was trying to offer them an out, the opportunity to make sure they don't forget
anything. But were the two grateful or did they take advantage of this kind gesture? No the
stubborn pair simply roll their eyes and scoff.
“Why would we need to do that witch? Our mistress has already told us everything we need,”
Livonna said growling and baring her fangs.
Wolffang chimes in, “Yeah what do you think we are stupid or something? We always pay
attention to Mistress Athanasia.”
Kijara simply shrugs her shoulders and smirks.
“Suit yourselves just don't screw this up.”
Dame Athanasia watches the exchange smiling as Wolffang and Livonna claim to remember
everything on the list. A short while later Dame Athanasia goes inside their hideout leaving her
three henchwomen alone. The second she is out of hearing range Livonna and Wolffang sidle
up to Kijara pleading expressions on their face.
“Kajira please, will you let us look at that list?”Livonna begs.
“We couldn't admit that we had no clue what was needed in front of Dame Athanasia, she
would have beaten us severely,” Wolffang whines.
The witch looks between the two then throws her head back laughing hysterically.
“Oh that is rich. I give you two ungrateful bimbos a chance to look at the list, without letting on
you didn't have a clue what you needed. An opportunity to actually show you are responsible
and listen to your mistress and what do you two do? You show insolence and give me attitude,
and now you want my help? No, no, no, my poor friends, you are on your own and when you fail
I hope Dame Athanasia allows me to watch your punishment.”
Kajira then walks away still laughing leaving the pair to sit there and think of how horrible a
mistake they made. They misjudged the offer Kajira had made thinking it would anger their
mistress that they had to study the list, they never thought of the possibility that double checking
the list would show their dedication to the mission.
As night falls the two set out to the nearby villages. The two are clearly nervous wishing they
had paid more attention and definitely wish they had taken another look at the list of items they
needed. It didn't take long for the two to start bickering.
“Ok orc I'll steal tools and iron from the blacksmith while you steal wood from the carpenter.”
Wolffang looks at Livonna as if she is insane.
“ Oh and I suppose you know how to build the frame? Or perhaps how to run a forge to make
the iron usable to build our flying airship? Let's face it Livonna we really screwed up and it's all
your fault!”
Livonna turns and bares her fangs growling.
“My fault? You were the one who insulted Kajira! So if it anyone is to blame it is you.”
Wolffang pushes Livonna out of frustration.
“No you didn't pay attention when she was telling us everything we needed. Huffing and
sighing scratching your ears like a mutt with fleas, it distracted me from listening.”
Livonna then tackles Wolffang pinning her to the ground growling.
“Even if you had heard what she said you wouldn't have understood a word she said or would
have simply forgotten so stop complaining and let's try to make the best of this. Maybe we will
get lucky and actually get the materials. The orcress glares at Livonna before responding.
“Fine I'll get the wood, you get the tools and iron. Then we can figure out what else we need.”
The two then continue on into the village Livonna going to the blacksmith's shop and Wolffang to
the carpenter’s shop. Upon arriving the first thing Livonna notices is the blacksmith shop and
forge room are completely bare. Not a single piece of iron, not even the anvil or forge. It's as if
he has moved his shop somewhere else. She is completely stupified unsure what to do.
At the carpenter’s business Wolffang makes the same discovery, no wood, no tools, not a
single thing of use is there. She becomes worried and hurries to find Livonna.
The two meet and look at each other wide eyed as they realize neither as anything with them.
The two begin to panic.
“What are we to do Livonna? How can we go back empty handed?” Wolffang asks on the verge
of tears.
Livonna tries to calm her down by replying, “Wolffang stay calm. Our mistress will not punish us
for trying to get the materials. We cannot help that the materials are gone. Surely she will
understand.”
Her words calm down Wolffang and the two begin the slow walk back to their hideout. They
were disheartened at not securing the materials needed but also hopeful, as surely they could
not be blamed could they? When the two arrived back at the hideout they were completely
shocked at what they witnessed.
The blacksmith and carpenter were there! They had all their tools and the materials needed to
build the airship and were fast at work building it, already the frame was built and now they were
focusing on completing the air ship.Dame Athanasia and Kajira were standing back watching.
When they noticed that Livonna and Wolffang had returned the two smiled wickedly.
“Well now where have you two been? Did you get the materials?” When the pair looked at her
dumbstruck Dame Athanasia sighed.
“It seems that you failed in the mission you were sent on.” Dame Athanasia says coldly.
Livona looks to her mistress confused.
“But…they are here…why did you send us when you already had the materials on the way?”
Wolffang crossed her arms and pouts.
“We didn't fail if the materials are here, even if we didn't bring them.”
Dame Athanasia raises an eyebrow at the comments made by both.
“What are you two on about? Of course the blacksmith and carpenter are here to build our
magnificent air ship but we need the enchanted crystals which will allow it to fly.”
Livonna and Wolffang looked at each other wide eyed, and begin to blush when Kajira begins
to laugh.
“Don't worry Dame Athanasia, I knew these two would screw things up so I followed them.
When I heard them argue and try to figure out what they were going after, the fools thought they
were supposed to get the iron and wood, I recovered the crystals we needed and came back
here to greet the blacksmith and carpenter.”
Dame Athanasia looked at Kajira and smiled, “Well I'm pleased that I have you Kajira at least
you take your responsibilities seriously. Now the question is what to do with these two?”
She taps her chin thinking, while Livona and Wolffang stand there blushing and looking
worried, when suddenly she claps her hands.
“I have it! I'll give Livonna the spanking of her life and you can deal with Wolffang. Sadly
though I only have one seat I guess you'll have to wait till I finish punishing the mutt before you
can punish her “
Dame Athanasia grabs Livonna and takes a seat pulling her over lap as she says this. Her
smile grows wicked though as Kajira laughs.
“There is no need my lady, I am a powerful witch after all.”
With that Kajira casts a spell and suddenly Wolffang finds herself floating in the air on her back
and soon is floating right in front of Kajira who promptly grabs her legs holding them straight up
as she bares her bottom. Dame Athanasia begins to laugh as she begins to bring her hand
crashing down against Livonna’s plump bottom in a steady rhythm.
“Oh Kajira you are so full of surprises. So creative and a rather embarrassing position for her.
Truly wonderful my friend. Now let us show these two what happens when they fail their
mistress.”
Kajira smiles sadistically as she begins to spank Wolffang setting up a steady firm rhythm, her
squeals music to her ears. As the spanking continues Kajira begins to cackle.
“You know you both deserve every bit of this punishment. If you had simply admitted you had
not paid attention and accepted my generous offer you would have realized we weren't actually
building the air ship we just needed the crystals so it would fly. Instead you both are getting your
bottoms blistered like the pair of brats you are.”
Livonna howls and yelps kicking her legs, “Mistress I'm sorry. If I had known what to get I
would not have failed you. Please have mercy.”
Her pleading only succeeds in infuriating Dame Athanasia who increases the pace at which
she is spanking her, now focusing on her sit spots to truly punish the haughty werewolf.
“Have mercy? I told you both that I would not be lenient if you failed and you dare ask for
mercy?”
Meanwhile Wolffang is fairing no better, in fact you could say she was getting it worse as she
could not kick her legs and was truly embarrassed floating in the air on her back her legs held in
the air as Kajira continues to turn her green cheeks a deep red colour. Each smack feeling like
lightning striking her bottom as Kajira began to use magic to make the punishment even more
painful.
“Kajira please, I didn't mean offense and I'm sorry I was rude. I'll never be rude again please.”
Kajira was unmoved by her whining and continues the spanking and soon Wolffang is a
blubbering mess. Livonna howls and fights to hold back tears but she too is soon crying her
eyes out. The spanking continues on for what seems like an eternity to poor Livonna and
Wolffang. Dame Athanasia and Kajira have no intention to stop anytime soon, however that
suddenly changes.
“Ahem, sorry to interrupt my lady but we have finished. Your air ship is ready.“

Dame Athanasia unceremoniously dumps Livonna on the ground. The werewolf reaches her
hands back to try and rub her sore bottom, or she would have but Kajira casts a spell freezing
her in place. Livonna is now stuck standing her bottom on fire and no way to ease the burning of
her plump red cheeks. She looks at Wolffang who is still floating in the air and like Livonna has
no way to ease the pain coursing through her red bottom.
Dame Athanasia and Kajira walk over and inspect the airship. Once the inspection is complete
they dance around in celebration giving each other a hug. They are overcome with joy as now
they can go to new lands and find the opportunities they have been lacking here. Dame
Athanasia winks to Kajira before turning back to look at Livonna and Wolffang.
“What do you think my dear Kajira, should we take these two bumbling fools with us? Or
should we leave them here and find their replacement when we reach our new home?”
Wolffang and Livonna begin crying and pleading thinking their mistress is going to leave them,
“Please we will do better!! We promise to listen! Please don't leave us!”
Kajira tries to hold in her laugh, as she knows that Dame Athanasia is merely teasing.
“Well I'm sure we could find suitable replacements for them easy enough, but they are friends
Athanasia and we shouldn't leave them. Perhaps we should cut some switches and give them a
good hiding before we go. Perhaps that would suffice.”
Dame Athanasia smiles, “Well I suppose you are right. Let's gather some switches.”
The two go and gather a bundle of switches, twelve to be exact, both Dame Athanasia and
Kajira each keep six a piece. Then Kajira using her magic forces both Livonna and Wolffang to
float over to them and bends them over. Dame Athanasia and Kajira waste no time in using the
switches leaving welts and marks all across their bottoms and thighs. They continue the
switching and when they break the first switch they simply grab a second and begin again. They
repeat this process until each have used the six switches at their disposal. By the time they
finish both Livonna’s and Wolffang's bottom and thighs are completely covered in marks and
welts they are bawling their eyes out in agony. Kajira then releases them from their spell and
both begin to jump around trying to ease the pain in their bottom before both giving a heartfelt
apology.
“I'm sorry! I promise to listen more in the future. Thank you for not leaving us.”
Upon hearing their words Dame Athanasia does something neither was expecting. She wraps
them both in a hug and gives each a kiss on the cheek.
“You two might be bumbling henchwomen but you are my bumbling henchwomen. We are the
Blood Moon Gang and that will never change and no one could ever replace either of you. Now
let's go inside and tend to you before we use our new airship to find out new home and newest
adventures.”
Livonna and Wolffang limp inside following Dame Athanasia followed closely by Kajira. Kajira
creates an ointment to help ease the pain in their bottoms and to heal the marks and welts that
cover their bottom and thighs. Livonna and Wolffang yelp and whine as Dame Athanasia and
Kajira apply the ointment before letting out a sigh of relief knowing that soon they will be using
the airship and that the Blood Moon Gang will be moving on to bigger and better things together
now and forever.

Serious Conversation

Belinda's biology project supervisor was not happy to find the python cage open, and then chase the snake all over campus. Belinda's defence that "It haven't eaten anyone!" only reinforced professor Daniels's intention to combat carelessness in her lab's students, and the willows nearby provided all the needed material...

Perfect Disguise

The tall, raven-haired, pointy-eared woman smiled at the mirror, carefully keeping her lips closed. She wished for a moment she could actually see her reflection in it. But no matter. She looked down at herself, satisfied that the slinky green silk dress fit her perfectly.

“Excellent. Just excellent,” she whispered to herself, turning away from the mirror and striding out of the room with a regal gait. She had almost reached the stairway when there was a sudden growl, the rush of a pouncing beast, and then excruciating pain as something with fearsomely powerful jaws sunk its sharp teeth into her buttocks.

“AAAAIEEEEEEEE!”

Her high-pitched scream echoed throughout the castle. There was another bite (and another scream), then a loud ripping sound, and as the raven-haired beauty twisted around she found the whole seat of her dress had been torn clean off, uncovering her now distinctly reddened buttocks adorned with crimson bite marks.

Then her eyes fell upon the buxom she-werewolf, chewing on the large piece of green silk and looking very pleased with herself.

“Livonna!?” the brunette screeched, her red eyes flashing angrily at the she-werewolf.

“Yes, 'Your Highness'?” the smugly grinning wolf-woman shot back mockingly. “Don’t you like your new dress design? Oh, and what did you expect, sneaking into Dame Athanasia’s castle alone?” she giggled. “She will be very pleased when I bring you to her, I should think. Now come along, unless you want another bite!”

“You stupid mutt!” screamed the sore-bottomed brunette. “Did you lose your sense of smell as well as your wits? It is I, your mistress, Dame Athanasia! I disguised myself as Princess Maera to sneak into her castle, and now you’ve ruined it all!” She winced in pain as she clutched her wounded bottom with both hands.

Frowning reflectively, the she-werewolf carefully sniffed the green fabric in her mouth, then gulped in panic.

“But m’lady, your disguise… it was too perfect! I would never have thought it was you… Sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Of course you wouldn’t!” Dame Athanasia cried imperiously. “You would never think! I do the thinking! Did you ever try to think at all, even once? Oooh! Oh, my poor bottom!” Rubbing her bitten backside with an expression of exquisite self-pity, she rounded on Livonna again, red eyes blazing.

“Now go out and cut a switch! A long and flexible one… and bring it to me!

Now!”

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