Juan’s Spanking Spree

    Juan Lopez was surprised by the number of women who had asked him for a spanking since they saw, or heard, about him spanking his tenant, Belinda, for playing her music was too loudly in the middle of the night. There was Wendy Wilson, a short woman, barely five feet tall, with dark brown hair that flowed like a chocolate waterfall all of the way down to her big bottom. She confessed to Juan that she had spent way too much money on Christmas gifts this year. Her husband was unhappy about that and would had spanked her, but he was going to be out of town on a business trip for the rest of the month. When she told her husband, Mark, about the night she saw Juan spank Belinda, and how well he had blistered her bottom, Mark asked Wendy to ask Juan if he could do him a favor. The favor? To spank Wendy with her own paddle. A small paddle, the size of a ping pong paddle, but heavier, with Wendy’s name painted on it. Mark wanted Juan to blast her butt with that a hundred times, fifty per butt cheek. Juan agreed to do that, and by the time he was finished, Wendy’s ample ass was burgundy, her “sit spots” swollen and purple. After sending Mark photographic proof of Juan’s handiwork, Mark ordered her to go stand in the corner, and thanked Juan for a job well done. Glancing up to see Wendy standing in the corner, hands on her head, Juan had to admit, her badly blistered bottom certainly did look well done.

   Then there was the Thompson twins in Apartment 213, two beautiful raven haired girls with big blue eyes and bubble butts. They were two months behind in their rent. Juan hated to do it, but he told them he was going to have to serve them with an eviction notice. They had begged him to let them stay, that they had a check coming soon from their insurance company and would pay him as soon as they got it. Toni Thompson added, if he let them stay, he could spank them both for being late with the rent. Joanie Thompson HATED that idea, but Toni finally convinced her to accept a spanking, too. Juan gave them both bare bottom spankings across his lap. Toni went first to show Joanie it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be. Unfortunately for Toni, she was wrong about that, it was much MUCH worse than she expected. She howled and cried and pleaded for mercy the entire time she was across Juan’s lap. Joanie watched, horrified , as her sister’s ass turned redder and redder, but she actually took her spanking better than Toni, with barely a whimper. When Juan left the two girls, they were standing in front of a full length mirror, trying to determine who’s ass was the reddest. 

 

                               

   Dreama Bennett, the woman who had started Juan on his spanking spree, by suggesting he should spank Belinda, was currently across his lap, for the third time. He was spanking Dreama, because … well, just because she liked to be spanked. He gave her ass a gentle caress, It was as pink as bubblegum and warm to the touch. But before Juan was done, it would be crimson and as hot as a blast oven. That’s how Dreama liked it. He sent a sizzling slap into Dreama’s left cheek, causing her to yelp, “YOW! That one REALLY stung! You know, Juan, I was thinking … OW! … that night you spanked Belinda … OUCH! … after she closed the door to her apartment …. DAMN, you’re spanking HARD tonight … it sounded like you whipped her with a belt …. OWIE! …. did you?”

   As he continued to pepper Dreama’s plump posterior, Juan replied, “No, that was Officer O’Hara. She gave Belinda a choice, let Mary  spank her, or be arrested on a noise complaint. Mary told me she sometimes offers first time offenders that same choice. I feel sorry for any girl that chooses that option. Mary really tore Belinda’s ass up with that belt. She was merciless.”

   By this point, Dreama’s entire backside was bright red and smoking. Juan gave her one final fiery swat, and told her to get up. Dreama flew off of his lap, and began to hop up and down, her hands furiously rubbing her red hot rear, while moaning, “OHHHHHHH, you really sat my ass on FIRE that time! Thank you, Juan.”

   Later that night, while gingerly sitting on a stack of pillows, eating her dinner, Dreama began to think about what Juan had told her about Officer Mary O’Hara. She imagined she was standing before her, her bottom bare, as Mary slowly pulled her belt from her pants. Mary’s ice blue eyes twinkling, as  she says with a sadistic smile, “Bend over, Dreama.”

    Once in bed, while sleeping on her stomach, Dreama dreams Officer O’Hara has stopped her speeding down a country road. Taking Dreama by her hand she leads her into a nearby wooded area. Sitting on a bench in the woods, Mary takes Dreama across her lap, and sets Dreama’s bare buns ablaze. Then, Dreama watches, trembling, as Mary cuts some switches. Bent across the back of the bench, Mary tans Dreama’s hide, covering her entire backside with fiery red welts. Dreama wakes up in a sweat, and reaches back to tenderly caress her bare bottom, expecting it to be covered in stinging welts. And disappointed to discover, it was only a dream.
                                                                                END OF PART ONE 

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Five: The Morning After

      It’s a sunny Sunday morning, and Belinda Krüger, a baby-faced blonde from Germany, is in her apartment, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, standing at her dining room table, eating her breakfast. Why is she eating standing up? She’s way too sore to sit down. The night before, her landlord, Juan Lopez, had spanked her most severely for playing her music way too loudly in the middle of the night. After drinking a bottle of dark German beer, Belinda goes back into her bedroom, and lies down on her bed, on her stomach. She then places an ice pack on her still burning bare buns, and turns on her tablet, hoping to find something to watch, that will hopefully take her mind off of how much pain she’s in.

   Down the street, Dreama Bennett was regretting going to Church. She had forgotten how painfully it was to sit on a hard wooden pew, when you had been spanked just a few hours before. Juan Lopez, had spanked her, too. Not nearly as severely as he had Belinda, but he had definitely sat her ass on fire. Her buns were still blazing, as red as a poisoned apple, and throbbing. She felt like she was sitting on a hot plate. She braced her hands on the pew, and raised her red hot rear into the air, just enough to keep it from touching the pew. She held it there, until her right hand slipped, and her plump posterior came crashing down, HARD, causing Dreama to shout, “DAMN, THAT HURTS!”

   Everybody in the Church, turned and stared at her in shock. Her face burning even hotter than her bottom, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I… pulled a muscle in my… my back yesterday. And it’s really hurting.”

   Pastor Owens gave Dreama a stern look that sent shivers down her spine. He had noticed her squirming back and forth all morning, like she used to do some Sunday mornings, before her late husband passed away. He always assumed she had been disciplined by her husband, and was proud of him for doing that. He believed sinners should be punished. He wondered who had punished her this time, and why. “Dreama,”, he said, his voice, deep and cold, “I would like to have a word with you after Church.”

   OH NO! Was Pastor Owens going to have a “talk” with her? Sometimes he told members of his flock, he needed to have a “talk” with them. Always in private. Last year, he had a “talk” with her friend, Patty Mullins. When Dreama asked her about that later, she told Dreama, “That talk left a lasting impression on me.”, while rubbing her ample asscheeks. Was she trying to imply that  Pastor Owens had… SPANKED her? Yes, Dreama did ask Juan to spank her, but the last thing she wanted right now was ANOTHER spanking, with her bottom already on fire. She spent the rest of the Church service, feeling like she did when she was a student back in Texas, on her way to the principal’s office. Except then, her bottom wasn’t burning until AFTER she left his office, not before.

    It’s Sunday night, and Dreama and Belinda are both lying in their beds, on their stomachs, their bare bottoms various shades of reds and purples. Dreama was right about what a “talk” with Pastor Owens entailed. After setting her ears ablaze with his fiery words, he took her across his lap, bared her bottom, and sat her still sizzling seat on fire, too. That spanking was because she had confessed she been spanked by somebody other than her husband. There was no way she could had kept that spanking a secret,  with her rear as red as a barn door. Next, to punish her for lying and cursing in Church, she was forced to bend across his desk, while he removed a wooden paddle from a desk drawer. He told her he called the paddle “A Taste Of Hellfire”. An apt name, after he had paddled her with it, Dreama’s cherry red cheeks were hotter than Hell. He then commanded her to sit, still bare-bottomed on a hard wooden stool, he called “The Sinner’s Seat” and write one hundred times, “I’ll never lie of use profanity in The House Of The Lord again.” That was extremely painful, since he had paid extra attention to her “sit spots” during her paddling. Finally finished with her lines, Pastor Owens gave her a big hug, wiped her tears, and told her he loved her. She walked home, thankful there was a cold wind blowing, she could feel through her thin and now way too tight skirt.

    Dreama hadn’t sat down since she got back to her apartment, and had checked out her blistered backside a thousand times in her hallway mirror. Her ass was deep dark red, her “sit spots” purple. Reaching back, she gave her throbbing rear a gentle caress, that caused her seat to sizzle. Reaching into her nightstand, hoping to find a tube of Aloe Vera, she saw an unopened pack of her late husband’s cigarettes. He had given up smoking, because Pastor Owens said it was a sinful habit. She remembered the time Pastor Owens saw Becky Miller had a pack of cigarettes in her purse, when she was leaving the Church, after his sermon. He had asked her to stay after everybody had left, to “talk” to her about that. The next time Dreama saw Becky, she told her, “Pastor Owens showed me the errors of my ways, I’m NEVER touching another cigarette.” Dreama knew now, how Pastor Owens had convinced her to do that. PAINFULLY aware.

    She dropped the cigarettes into a trash can by her bed. And then, smiling deviously, she retrieved them. And slipped them into her purse. The purse she planned to take with her the next time she went to Church.

     Across the hall, Belinda’s big bottom was still burning. She had tried to eat her dinner, sitting on top of a stack of cushy pillows, but even that was painful, and she ate that meal standing up too. Now, she was trying to ignore the pain in her posterior, and go to sleep, when she remembered she was supposed to start her new job in the morning. AS A BIKE MESSENGER! She sat the alarm on her phone, and cried herself to sleep. 

                                                                      THE END

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Three: Juan Learns how to Give a Proper Spanking

 

    Belinda, a blonde brat from Germany, had agreed to let her landlord, Juan Lopez, give her a spanking, if he didn’t evict her for playing her favourite Rob Zombie album, as loud as possible, two o’clock in the morning. A decision she was currently regretting. Even over her leather mini-skirt, whenever Juan’s hand made it through her defenses, her hands and her wildly kicking legs, his hand left a burning imprint, that stung  like Belinda’s ample ass had just been attacked by a hundred angry hornets.

   Officer Mary O’Hara, a fair skinned woman with wild red hair and blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent, had been sent to Belinda’s building to check out a noise complaint. She was watching Juan punishing Belinda, disappointed in his spanking technique. Mary was an expert spanker. Sometimes she offered a first time offender a choice, spend the night in jail, or the next ten minutes across her lap. Just last week, she caught a fat-bottomed girl with a big blonde mohawk spraying painting “A.C.A.B.” on the side of a sawmill. She chose the corporal punishment option, a bad choice in a lumber yard. After Mary sat the punk’s bare buns ablaze with her hand, she found a slat of wood that made a perfect paddle.That paddle left the bawling brat’s big butt sizzling, her “sit spots” smoking.

    Realizing she was doing a poor job of protecting her plump posterior, Belinda decided to squirm off of Juan’s lap before her buns got any warmer, a easy task, since he was just holding her down, with his hand on her shoulder. Once free, she began to hop from foot to foot, pouting prettily, while rubbing her rear, and pleading, “Please, Herr Lopez, no more. My Popo is on FIRE! I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER break another of your rules!”

   Mary’s icy eyes narrowed, giving Belinda a bone chilling stare, as she spoke to Juan, “Do you mind if I give you some advice on how to give a proper spanking?” Juan wondered why she would be able to give him advice like that, but said, “Yes, if you want to.”

  The policewoman stood up, towering over Belinda, and undid the German’s girl belt, allowing her black leather skirt to fall to her feet, leaving Belinda wearing just a tiny black thong. Turning Belinda around, she said to Juan, “Look. This brat’s bottom is barely pink. A serious spanking shouldn’t end until it’s bright red.” Belinda wanted to tell Mary, “Mind your own business, you spooky looking bitch!” but something about the officer scared Belinda.

    Mary O’Hara then placed Belinda back across Juan’s lap and instructed him, “Now, place your right leg, over her legs, she won’t be able to scissor her legs now. Take her right wrist with your left hand, and pin it to her back, so she won’t be able to use it to cover your intended target. Now, FIRE AWAY!”

   With Belinda finally locked in place, and now practically bare bottomed, Juan’s right hand became a blur. The room quickly filling with the thunderous cracks of Juan’s heavy hand against Belinda’s rapidly reddening rear, and the naughty German girl’s howls.

     A crowd had gathered outside of Belinda’s apartment, attracted to the noise. Since Mary had left Belinda’s front door wide open, they all had a clear view of what was happening. And loved it. All of the residents of Belinda’s building had a good reason for why they felt she deserved a good spanking. Joy, a cute nurse from Japan, turned to the crowd, and said while rubbing her butt, “I’m NEVER breaking one of Juan’s rules! OWIE! I bet that girl won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

   That gave Dreama Bennett an idea. Dreama’s late husband used to spank her, whenever he felt she deserved one. She missed those spankings now. The last time she was late with her rent, Juan had scolded her, telling her she needed to stick to her budget better. She wondered what he would do, if she told him she needed some “incentive” to do that.

   Back in Belinda’s apartment, Mary saw Belinda had a heavy oval hairbrush, lying on her couch. She picked it up, and handed it to Juan, saying with a sinister sneer, “If your hand is getting sore, use this.”

   Hearing that, Belinda shouted, “If your hand is getting SORE? What about my poor Popo. It really IS on FIRE now!”

    If Belinda thought her “Popo” was on fire before, the hairbrush rose the temperature of her roasting rear to the boiling point, turning her tush crimson, her “sit spots” maroon. She could feel blisters popping up like pimples on prom night all over her percolating posterior. Feeling like a witch, being burnt alive, she reached under the chair and gave Juan’s leg a vicious pinch. His leg shot up in the air, freeing Belinda’s legs, he released her wrist to rub the sting away, allowing her to tumble off of his lap, and do the LAST thing on Earth she wanted to do, land hard on her blistered bottom. Seeing the crowd watching her for the first time, she ran to the doorway, shouting, “I HOPE YOU SICK FUCKS  ENJOYED THE SHOW!” before slamming the door shut.

    Hearing that Juan said sternly, “You can’t talk to my tenants like that! Get your ass back over my lap, young lady, I’m not done spanking you yet!”

       STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER FOUR, “BELINDA AND THE BELT” TO FIND OUT WHAT

                                                  HAPPENS NEXT. COMING SOON.       

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter Two: Dreama's Dream

 

     Officer Mary O’Hara, a redhead, well over six feet tall, with skin the color of fine cocaine and ice blue eyes, had been sent out to investigate a noise complaint. Arriving at the location, she found Belinda Kruger, a twenty-one year old busty blonde, with a plump posterior, across her landlord, Juan Lopez’s lap. Belinda has just asked Mary to arrest Juan for assaulting her. 

   Releasing Belinda, Juan defended himself, “I’m NOT assaulting this brat. I’m spanking her. Because she asked me to...” Turning to Belinda, Mary asked her, “Is that true? You ASKED him to give you a spanking?”

    Rubbing her rear, which was beginning to sting right before Mary had shown up, said with a pout. “Welll…. I didn’t exactly ask him to. I said he could, if he didn’t evict me. Is that legal?”

    Mary doubted if it was, but she didn’t want to admit that, because she sometimes offered first time offenders, who had only committed minor offenses a similar deal. Spend the rest of your life with a criminal record, or spend the rest of the week unable to sit down. Just last night, she had been sent to a clothing store to pick up four college co-eds who had been caught stealing. They told Mary, with tears running down their pretty faces, they were sorority pledges, and their pledge mistress told them, if they didn’t return to the sorority house, each with something they had shoplifted from that store, she would blister their butts. She offered them that deal, arrested or spanked, and they all agreed to be punished. Mary drove the four teenage thieves down a country road, where she sat their bare behinds on fire, with her hand. She then ordered the four would be felons, to bend across a fallen log, side by side, and wore their asses out with a switch. She had to smile, thinking about how they all howled in unison, whenever she hit a pothole as she drove them to their sorority house. And how nervous they all looked, leaving her cruiser, knowing they still had a paddling coming. 

   Mary, who could tell by looking at her, Belinda was desperately in need of discipline. Hell, she deserved to be spanked, for lying to her, an officer of the law. Mary said with a wicked grin, “Yes, if you agreed to be spanked, young lady, he’s legally allowed to spank you. And I’ll stay until he’s done, to make sure things don’t get out of hand here.” Actually, she was staying, because she wanted to see Belinda get her big bottom tore up.

   Hearing that, Juan hauled Belinda back across his lap. He had planned on going easy on her, just warm her ample ass cheeks up a little, but now, after trying to get him arrested he wanted to really fry her fanny, until Belinda’s bottom was boiling. 

    Hearing all of the commotion coming from next door, the woman who lived in the apartment next to Belinda’s, Dreama Bennett, a woman in her early fifties, with long shiny grey hair, sea green eyes and dimples that danced when she smiled, wandered out into the hallway. Since Mary had left the door to Belinda’s apartment wide open, she had a clear view of what was happening in there. She was amazed, and delighted to see Juan had taken her advice, and was giving that German troublemaker just what she deserved. Even if she saw some flaws in his execution. Spankings should be given on the bare. And he should restrain Belinda’s legs, with his, to keep her from kicking, and hold her right wrist tightly behind her back, to stop her from protecting her rear with her hands.

    Dreama was an expert on how to give a proper spanking, although she had never done that. Her knowledge came from her late husband, he had spanked her since they were first married. She still remembered that first spanking. You could say, it was BURNT into her memory. She had been her parents’ perfect little princess, they had never even scolded her, no matter how badly she had acted. That all changed when she married Jay. She was only eighteen, Jay, an iron worker at the time, was thirty-two. She thought she could continue with her spoiled and bossy ways, as a wife, the same way she did when she was a child. Jay had other ideas, One night, having had enough of her bitching and complaining, he had hauled her across his lap, and sat her ass on fire. As soon as that spanking was over, she told Jay he was a monster, and she was leaving him in the morning. She then ran crying into their guest bedroom, and slammed and locked the door.

    She was way too sore to go to sleep that night, and had spent the entire time, lying on her stomach, while the ceiling fan cooled off her blazing buns, thinking. Maybe Jay was right, maybe she did deserve that spanking, for how she had acted. She had never been held responsible for her actions before, that was why she still behaved like a brat. She needed to be held accountable for how she acted.  She knew she needed discipline to become the woman her parents thought she was. The woman Jay deserved.

     The next morning, she walked into the kitchen, and apologized to Jay. She then handed him her hairbrush, and told him, he could use it, whenever he thought she deserved it. And he did.

    Watching Juan attempting to spank Belinda reminded her of how badly she missed her late husband. And his loving discipline. She wished she was across Juan’s lap, instead of Belinda. She pictured herself, her bottom bare, fire engine red, growing hotter and hotter, as Juan’s strong hand rained down one fiery slap after another, on her boiling backside….

       WILL DREAMA’S DREAM COME TRUE? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER THREE, “JUAN LEARNS HOW TO GIVE A PROPER SPANKING”. COMING SOON!

Belinda and the Noise Complaint. Chapter One: Noises in the Night

    It’s late Saturday night, well past two o’clock, and Belinda Krüger, a lovely blue eyed blonde from Germany, with a bad attitude, and a fat ass, is returning home, her high heeled boots clumping loudly up the stairs to her third floor apartment. She had been to see Rob Zombie live earlier, and was wearing an outfit she had brought especially for that show, a black leather halter top and mini-shirt, a pair of cat ears perched on top of her blonde head.

    Once in her apartment, Belinda opened a bottle of dark German beer, and decided to listen to her favourite Rob Zombie album, wanting to hear how the songs on the album sounded compared to the same songs played live, while they were still fresh in her memory. After blasting her music loud enough to wake the dead for fifteen minutes, she heard somebody banging loudly on her front door.

   It was Juan Lopez, her landlord, a dark handsome man, with jet black hair and a mustache he waxed the ends of into curls. He shouted, so Belinda could hear him over the music, “TURN THAT DAMN NOISE OFF! DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”
   Turning her record player off, Belinda apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was.” Juan gave her a steely stare, fire burning in his dark eyes, “I’m sorry, too, Belinda, but I’ve warned you over and over, you need to follow my house rules. Like everybody else here does. I need you to pack up your shit, and move out in the morning.” The blonde was shocked, “ MOVE OUT? But I don’t have anywhere else to go. I start a new job Monday morning, but I’m flat broke right now. I don’t even have enough money to rent a hotel room for a single night. Please, Herr Lopez, don’t evict me, I promise I’ll be good.”

   Juan was tired of putting up with the German brat’s antics, and all of the complaints he’s received about her, from his other tenants, but he didn’t want to be responsible for her being homeless in the heart of a dangerous city, either. Looking at Belinda’s reflection in the mirror behind her, at her chubby butt cheeks wrapped in tight black leather, reminded him of something one of his tenants, Dreama Bennett, had told him about a week ago. “Do you know what that German brat’s needs? For somebody to take her across their knees, and blister her butt until she can’t sit down for a week!” Would that really help, he wondered. He decided it was worth a try. “Belinda, I… could give you a second chance. But I would have to do… something to reinforce on you, how important it is, for you to follow my rules.”

    “ANYTHING, Herr Lopez, I’ll do anything, if you’ll let me stay.” Belinda said, excitedly. “ANYTHING, Belinda? Even something to remain you to follow my rules. Like… a spanking?”

   Belinda’s hands flew to cover her plump posterior, “A SPANKING! Do you give EVERYBODY here who breaks your rules a spanking?”

    Juan chuckled at that remark, “No, of course not. In fact, I’ve never spanked anybody before. But I’ve never met anybody more desperately in need a spanking than you do, either.” Belinda thought that over, the gears in her wicked brain spinning. If Juan had never spanked anybody, he wouldn’t know to properly restrain her across his lap, or how to stop her from trying to protect her butt. Or how long a spanking should last, until the pain was unbearable. Perhaps if she pretended her ass was on already on fire, after just a few smacks, he would let her up. She said shyly to Juan, “You’re right, I do deserve a spanking. But, please, NOT too hard, I bruise easily.” Juan pulled a straight back chair, into the center of the room, and Belinda laid across his lap, an evil smile on her raven black lips.

    True, Juan had never spanked anybody before, but he figured it would be easy to do. You just threw the girl across your lap and slapped her ass. Spanking Belinda was anything BUT easy. It was like trying to spank a German whirlwind. She was struggling so furiously, he could barely keep her across his lap. She had both of her hands glued to her big backside, and she wouldn’t stop kicking her legs up and down, he was afraid she may break his hand with her high heeled boots. Every time he did manage to make contact with his intended target, she howled so loud, he was worried that his tenants would think somebody was being murdered.

     Officer Mary O’Hara was sent to Juan’s apartment building, because somebody there had called in a noise complaint. A elderly woman, on the first floor had told her, if anybody in their apartment building was causing trouble, it was probably that German brat in 3-B. Approaching Belinda’s apartment, she heard the sounds of a struggle, and a woman scream. Seeing Juan had left Belinda’s door ajar, she drew her revolver, and slipped inside. She was shocked to see a man in his mid-thirties spanking a girl in her early twenties, dressed in black leather and wearing cat ears. Was this a man spanking his daughter, or a kinky couple role playing. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Mary demanded.

   Juan and Belinda were both shocked, to discover somebody was watching them. A POLICE OFFICER !  Juan’s hand stopped in mid-air, and Belinda, always looking for a way to escape a spanking, shouted, “PLEASE HELP ME, OFFICER! THIS MAN IS ASSAULTING ME! I WANT YOU TO ARREST HIM!”

              THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER ONE. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWO, “DREAMA’S

                            DREAM” TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.  COMING SOON.

No-Noncense Landlady

Katzenjammer

"AUA!!! Mein Popo! Ugh! AUA!!! First I woke with a headache and now... AUTSCH!!!"

"Miss Krüger, did you really expected that you can disturbing the neighbours and leaving such a mess in my flat without any consequences?!"

"AU!!! But it is so early! AUA!!! I swear, I supposed to clean it... AUA!!! ...before the noon! AUTSCH!!!"

"It's twenty past three! I don't know, what time is it in Germany now, but her in US it's surely a time to dust one naughty German bottom!"

"AUTSCH!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!!"

Debt Collecting

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Please, Frau Brown, stop! AUTSCH!!!!"

"Silence, Miss Krüger! You agreed to be a model to my Drawing Class in in payment for your rent overdue, didn't you? And this is not my problem, that you agreed without asking, what will that include! Good morning to you all, today we will be studying shades of red. Give me just a moment to warm up the model... Class, let me know when you think she's ready!"

The Rent Problem

Troubles with the Landlady

It is Better to Give than to Receive

"This is just unfair! This is even not my fault, that we overdue the rent! And you and me even are compatriots! Why slippering me just like this German cow?!"

"You both agreed at my rules, when you rent this flat, girls! And if you didn't notice, Molly, I gave you permission to bare only you bottom, while your German roommate is completely nude for this punishment! But if you insist, you may also strip naked."

"No way!"

Electricity Bill

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! Why is Frau Dubois always starting all the conversations about the unpaid bills from the hairbrush spanking? And how should I save electricity, if I really need to cool my poor bottom off after every our meeting? Boohoo!!!"

You Are Next!

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo!"

"Hey! This is unfair! I paid my part of the rent! Just because Belinda got paddled for not overdue her part doesn't mean I should too."

"What kind of friend would you be if you didn't pay your fair share of what you both earned, Alicia? Your fat bottomed friend paid for overdue rent, you'll pay for not preventing her from spending too much money! Now bend over!"

Last Warning

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

"I want to make myself crystal clear, Miss Krüger! If you'll overdue rent ever again, you will lost not just ability to sit down for a while, but also these apartments! Are we clear?"

"AUTSCH!!!! Crystal clear, Herr! AUA!!!"

Weighty Argument

 

A British Solution to French-German Problem

"AIE!!! Mes fesses! AIE!!!"

"Hold still! This warming is just a warning - if you two will not pay the rent till end of the week, I'll paddle you two bare and throw out from this flat!"

"Au! Au! Mein Popo! But it is Donnerstag already..."

"What?!"

"AIE!!!"

"I mean, Thursday!"

"That's not my problem! And it looks like I need to give you two some English lessons to be sure, you'll understand me right! Pants down young ladies!"

Strict Landlady

A Visit from the Landlady

The knock on the door was the first indication that the two young students were in trouble. Mme Beauvoir, their landlady, had a very characteristic knock-knock-pause-knock that they had learnt to dread. Alicia looked at Belinda, her German flatmate, with wide eyes.

“Bel?” she asked in French, “You did pay the rent on time, right? Right?”

Belinda didn’t answer. She was blushing, the wheels in her head turning, trying to remember words, trying to form a sentence in French. Nothing came. Alicia put her palm to her forehead and bit her bottom lip.

Knock-knock-pause-knock, the sound came again, a little more forcefully. Clearly, Madame Beauvoir was losing patience. Alicia had a quick glance around to make sure the mess wasn’t too awful, then went to answer the door while Belinda hid some takeaway boxes away and closed the door to her bedroom, where clothes had a tendency to pile up on the floor, unexpectedly. When she came back to the living-room, Alicia was looking down at the floor, blushing hard, and Madame Beauvoir was in the middle of one of her dreaded tirades. Belinda wasn’t sure she understood every word, but she knew that tone, and where it lead. Instinctively, her hand went to her round, shapely bottom, and rubbed.

“Ah! Belinda!” Madame Beauvoir said, in her nasal accent, when she saw the blond girl. She switched to English, “I was saying to Alicia here that again, the rent hasn’t been paid this month! This is completely unacceptable!

“Oui, Madame…” was all that Belinda could say. Alicia said nothing, her eyes still firmly on the polished hardwood floor.

“And that’s after you promised last month that it wouldn’t happen again!”

“Oui, Madame,” Belinda replied with a shameful nod.

“I had warned you last month about what would happen if you were late again… didn’t I?” the landlady asked. Belinda just nodded this time.

Alicia lifted her gaze and looked at her flatmate, equal parts fear and anger.

“You said you would do it on time for sure!” she hissed.

Belinda pouted. She had said it, that was true, and she had meant it too! She had just been… Distracted! There was this cute American boy at University. An exchange student, like her. And the Spanish one as well, plus a couple local French guys who found her accent charming and her ability to drink pint after pint of beer even more so. And… Well, maybe there had been a night or two —or five— at the bar, but that wasn’t so bad, was it? There was plenty of money… Or so she thought. After another fun night out, she had received a text from her bank… Not he good kind of text from the bank —if such a thing existed. She had been too afraid to ask Alicia for money again. Surely, she would find a way to fix it before the rent was due? There was her little job at the boulangerie…

Then Clément had invited her to a party at his place, and she had forgotten all about it. Until now. Time seemed to snap back, and Madame Beauvoir was pointing to the sofa in the living room and saying something in French. She rustled in her little leather handbag and produced a key. Putting the bag down, she walked to the locked closet door at the other end of the lounge, the one that tenants couldn’t open. She unlocked it with a turn of the key. Alicia gasped as she saw the dozen or so implements hanging on the inside of the door. Martinets, belts, leather and hardwood paddle, a crop, a tawse… Belinda wondered whether the strict Madame Beauvoir had been a Dominatrix in a past life, or whether she had had a lot of problem tenants. Either way, she let out a little moan of anguish when the landlady took one of the wooden paddles off its hook and closed the door. The woman’s heels clacked rhythmically on the hardwood floor as she made her way back to them, tapping the paddle ominously in her open left palm.

She barked something in French, and Belinda looked at Alicia in confusion. The red-haired French girl glared. In English, she said “Take your leggings down…”

“Was? Quoi? What?” Belinda stammered. Getting punished was one thing, but surely, not on the bare?

Alicia shook her head and started to undo her jeans. “It’s so unfair!” she hissed again, “I gave you the money!”

“Ja, I know, Alice, I’m sorry…” Belinda said, hesitantly pulling her leggings and underwear down.

“After this, you and I are going to have a talk!” Alicia promised, anger in her voice. Belinda said nothing.

“Mesdemoiselles!” Mme Beauvoir called, “I have other things to do today, so I would advise you to get in position quickly!”

As she said so, she gave the implement cupboard’s door a glance, a promise of what would happen if they didn’t hurry up. Within seconds, the two flatmates were in position over the back of the sofa, their trousers down to their thighs and their round white bottoms up in the air. Alicia was muttering in French, and Belinda wondered how she always ended up in these situations.

Her questions were cut short by the sound of Alicia screaming when the paddle came down on her ass with a loud ‘WHACK!” that she swore made the windows tremble. She looked up behind her and saw the paddle swing down again toward the French girl’s derrière. Alicia screamed again, and again, and again as more swats landed on her tender cheeks. Belinda closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, knowing that she would be next. Then, suddenly, pain exploded in her rear. She opened her eyes wide as tears streamed down her face and she let out a pained cry. Just as with Alicia, Mme Beauvoir poured hard smacks on her bottom, warming it to a burning sear within half a minute. As suddenly as it had started, her torment stopped, and she heard Alicia screaming again. A few moments later, the paddle came back for her, and on and on it went, the two girls taking turns screaming, begging and kicking their legs.

“I will give you until the end of the week to pay your rent, ladies,” the woman was saying. “And I’ll warn you now, next time, my husband will be the one to come — and he’s not as nice as I am… Understood?”

In between sniffles and cries, the girls nodded vigorously and said, “Yes ma’m, sorry ma’m.” The paddle came down again, a dozen smacks each until their bottoms were covered in red, throbbing marks.

Seemingly satisfied, Madame Beauvoir put the paddle down on the sofa. Neither of the girls dared to move. Belinda felt a blissfully fresh hand on her bottom, inspecting the marks. She heard a grunt of satisfaction, and the landlady moved on to Alicia. Belinda heard her gasp. “Well well, Alicia,” Mme Beauvoir said, “It seems you didn’t hate that as much as I thought…” Alice closed her eyes and buried her face in the sofa, blushing as hard as one could. Standing between the two punished girls, the landlady slapped both their bottoms in unison with her open hands. They yelped.

“To the corner, girls!” she announced, and they both got up without protestation. “Take your trousers fully off,” Mme Beauvoir continued. Again, they said nothing, sliding their trousers over their shoes and leaving them on the back of the sofa. They made their way to the corner and Alicia put her hands over her head. Belinda looked back at the landlady, who gave a sharp nod towards the French girl. Belinda put her arm over her head as well.

They heard the sound of the paddle being hooked back in the closet, and the door being locked. Madame Beauvoir walked around the flat, commenting on the mess, the dirty dishes, the recycling that needed to come down. She opened Belinda’s room’s door, and from the gasp, she wasn’t happy about it. Mercifully, she said nothing and carried on. Both girls could feel their bottom burning, and wanted nothing more than to rub it, dance around to ease the pain, but they didn’t dare, for fear more punishment would come their way. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the front door opened and closed.

For a full five minutes, neither of the girls moved, not wanting to tempt fate. Finally, Belinda took a deep breath and looked back.

“I think she’s gone…” she said

“Shhhh!” came the reply, “Don’t!! My butt is bruised enough already…”

They waited another five minutes, just to be on the safe side, then finally put their arms down and rubbed their crimson bottoms with little cried of pain and big sighs of relief.

“I have some lotion in my room if you want,” said Belinda, shyly.

“I think you’ve done enough, quite frankly!” said Alicia.

“Alice, I’m sorry…” the German girl said, biting her lip, “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble…”

“And yet!…”

Belinda said nothing, still rubbing her round bottom.

“What will you do?” she asked, finally.

“About what?”

“Well, you said we would have a talk…”

“Oh!” said Alicia with a grin, “Well, first, I’m going to figure out how to unlock that closet!”

“Ach, Scheiße…” whispered Belinda.

Jealous Landlady

"But Frau Blake, please! Me and your husband already discussed my overdue with the rent! I will pay in a week, I swear!"

"Well, that's a good news. But I really don't like to think, that you wagged your naked slutty ass in front of my dear Jonny, you, strumpet! Oh, I'll wallop you good!"