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

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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!

Fire and Ice

    Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany, with ice blue eyes and a bubble butt, stormed into her apartment and headed right towards her refrigerator. Opening the freezer she removed one of the many ice packs she had stored in there. Why so many, you may ask. If you got spanked as often as Belinda did, your freezer would be full of ice packs, too. 

   Removing her skirt and panties, Belinda checked her plump posterior out in her full length mirror. It was even redder than she expected it to be. Holding an ice pack to her boiling butt cheeks, she sighed. “For such a tiny woman, Professor Amanda McClain sure can spank hard. Of course, she was using a hairbrush. That damn brush burned like Hell fire!”

 

   Professor McClain was Belinda’s art professor. She was thirty some years old, only five feet tall, and probably weighted ninety pounds. But she swung a hairbrush like a lumberjack swings his axe. Belinda was babysitting the professor’s daughter, Amy, for her tonight. Once Amy went to bed, Belinda decided to make herself a snack. Opening the refrigerator, Belinda saw Amanda had a bottle of wine. The temptation was too great for the alcohol loving girl, and she poured herself a glass. Turning she was surprised to see Amanda standing behind her. Belinda hadn’t heard her come in. Amanda, fire raging in her eyes, grabbed Belinda by the ear, and marched her into her bedroom.

 

     “I’m paying you to watch my daughter, NOT to get drunk. On the wine I was saving for my party tomorrow.” Amanda said, as she sat down in a chair by her bed, before pulling Belinda across her lap, flipping up her short skirt, and pulling down her panties. Picking up a large oval hairbrush from her nightstand, she began to rain fire down on Belinda’s big bottom.

   Hearing the commotion, the loud cracks from Amanda’s hairbrush, the yells from Belinda, Amy went into her mother’s bedroom to investigate. “Mommy, why are you spanking Belinda? Has she been bad?”

 

   “Yes, Amy, she’s been very, very naughty.” Amanda said, as she continued her assault on Belinda’s ample ass.

 

   Shocked by how red Belinda’s bottom was, Amy asked her, “Does your booty hurt, Belinda?”

    “Does it hurt? My ass is on FIRE!” Belinda said tearfully.

 

   “OH, Mommy, Belinda said a BAD word! Are you going to spank her for that, too?” Amy asked.

    Amanda had decided Belinda’s had been punished enough, but hearing that, she decided to continue. “How dare you use profanity in front of a child you’re supposed to be watching! You’re  a horrible role model.”

 

   “But…”, Belinda, said, begging for mercy. “I’m from Germany. I did not know that was a bad word here.”

 

   “Well, then, this will be a lesson to teach you how to behave when you’re hired to babysit somebody’s child AND an English lesson.” Amanda said before landing a final thirty swats on Belinda’s already blistering bottom, fifteen for each cherry red cheek, mainly on Belinda’s sit spots. 

   Releasing the bawling blonde from her lap, Belinda began to bounce around the bedroom, from foot to foot. Howling and rubbing her neon red rear. Amy thought she looked so silly, she couldn’t stop laughing.

   After a few minutes, Belinda had calmed down enough, to apologise to Amanda. While she did, Amy reached up and touched Belinda’s bottom, “WOW, your booty is HOT, Belinda! And RED! I’m glad Mommy never spanks me. I just get sent to time-out. I have to sit in the corner, in my naughty chair.”

   “That’s a really good idea, Amy” Amanda said as she turned the hard wooden chair she had just spanked Belinda in towards the wall. “I want you to sit here for half a hour, Belinda. Then I’ll pay you, and you can go home.”

 

   “BUT I CAN’T SIT DOWN! Not after that spanking!” the German brat protested, before seeing Amanda reaching once again for her hairbrush. That prompted Belinda to quickly hop onto the chair, and just as quickly hop back up. “AUTSCH! That hurts.” Amy giggled at that, but Amanda didn’t find it amusing. She gave Belinda’s fire engine red rear another half dozen hard swats, before Belinda gingerly sat back down.

 

   After a half hour, that seemed much longer to Belinda, as she squirmed back and forth, trying in vain to get comfortable, as comfortable as a girl could be, when she felt like she was sitting on hot coals, Amanda came back into her bedroom. “Belinda, I was talking to Amy while you were in time-out. She loves you and thinks I was overly harsh with you. Maybe … she’s right. I know you’re a good girl. And it was just one glass of wine. I want to apologize, and give you this. A bonus. A extra hundred dollars. And to ask you, if you can babysit Amy again next Friday.”

 

      Belinda thanked her and told Amanda she would see her Friday. Now, in her apartment, with the ice packs slowly cooling down her burning buns, Belinda had to smile. If she got a hundred dollars EVERY time she got spanked, she would be a millionaire in no time.

Grizzly Rage

    Belinda Krüger, an eighteen year old blue eyed blonde exchange student from Germany was jogging down a nature trail in Northern California. Belinda was wearing a red t-shirt, two sizes too small, and jean shorts so skimpy they exposed the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks. Her long blonde hair, weaved into braids, swung back and forth as she ran. Rounding a curve in the trail, she saw two bear cubs frolicking in front of her. Belinda, having heard tales when she was a child in Germany of bears attacking and dragging off villagers into the woods, was deadly afraid of the creatures. Even baby bears. 

   Scooping up a handful of pebbles, the pixie faced blonde tossed them at the cubs, hoping to scare them off. One of the stones struck a cub smartly on his nose, and he fled back into the woods, crying loudly. His sister followed close behind. Belinda, pleased with herself, for standing up bravely against what she thought was the beginning of a dangerous bear attack, smiled broadly, until she heard an earth shattering roar directly behind her. Turning, she froze in fear, when she saw a gigantic grizzly bear standing directly behind her.

    Before she had a chance to run away, the bear snatched Belinda  by one of her braids and dragged her over to a nearby tree stump. Sitting down, the female bear forced the frightened girl across her knee. The two cubs, feeling safer now than their mother had returned, crept back out of the underbrush, to see what their mother was going to do to the mean human who had attacked them.

     Momma Bear slipped Belinda’s shorts and panties down, careful not to scratch her. She wanted to punish this human for hurting her son, not maim her. Then she pointed at her cubs, as if she wanted to make sure they were watching, to see what happened to naughty humans. And mischievous cubs.

    Then, she spanked Belinda. A quick short spanking, less than a minute long and just six swats in total. But bears are incredibly strong. Belinda, a girl who was naughty by nature, had been spanked many times, but that was probably the hardest and most painful spanking she had ever gotten. Her previously pale posterior was now candy apple red, her butt cheeks looked like two over ripe tomatoes, covered in blisters. And burning as brightly as a bonfire. 

     Releasing the bawling bombshell, Belinda began to hop from foot to foot, howling, with her hands gently rubbing her roasting rear. The cubs mimicked her, dancing back and forth, while applauding with their paws. After a few minutes, Belinda realized she had kicked her shorts and panties off, deep into the woods, during her spanking and didn’t see them anywhere. She was about to search for them when she heard the mother bear growl angrily, while pointing with her paw at the trail. Deciding that was a good time to leave, Belinda ran back down the trail, her hands plastered to her fire engine red rear.

     Running past a lake in the state park, it dawned on Belinda, water puts out fires. Seeing nobody else around, Belinda slipped her top off and dove into the lake buck naked. Floating on her back, her hotter than Hell hiney submerged in the soothing water, Belinda decided to stay there until her bottom had cooled down. 

    Half a mile away, a park ranger, a tall muscular woman, with jet black hair and menacing green eyes, was watching Belinda with her binoculars, from her watch tower. She smiled wickedly, as she spoke to herself, “So, there’s another foolish girl, who thinks it’s OK to skinny dip in MY state park! I bet she’ll never do that again after I catch her.” Jenny Jenclaire, the park ranger, loved arresting people who broke the park’s rules. And offering some of them, mainly the pretty young women, a choice, spend a few nights SITTING in a jail cell, or … not being able to SIT DOWN for a few days. They usually chose the latter, and left the park, in tears, rubbing their extremely sore and sizzling seats. Never to return. Grabbing a thick leather belt off of her desk,  Jenny rushed down the watch tower’s ladder and sped off in her jeep.

Blistered at the Bank

The bawling blonde, pleading for mercy, shouted, “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!”
   Gently tapping a wooden ruler on the blonde’s big bottom, currently the same shade as an Arizonan sunrise, her boss at the bank, a full figured redhead, with eyes as green as a Irish glade, replies icily, “Don’t apologize to me, Belinda, apologize to the man you were so rude to this morning.”
   “I’m sorry, Mr. Baxter, for being rude to you. Please ask Miss Williams to stop spanking me. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll NEVER be disrespectful to you again. Or ANY other customer.”, Belinda said to the man watching her get her bare bottom blistered.
    Waiting for Mr. Baxter, a handsome dark haired man in his early forties, to reply, Miss Williams noticed the bulge straining to be released from his tight pants. He was clearly enjoying watching her burning up Belinda’s buns. GOOD! His company was her bank’s biggest client, with over a million dollars in his account. She would do anything to keep him happy.
   As much as he was enjoying the show, based on the shade of her bubble butt, he had to agree with Belinda, she was one well spanked girl. “I believe Belinda learned her lesson, Miss Williams. You can stop spanking her now.”
     “Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Baxter”, Belinda said, tears running down her cheeks, before flying off of Miss Williams’ lap. Once on her feet, Belinda began to hop from foot to foot, rubbing her red hot rear furiously.
     After trying in vain to rub out the fires consuming her beet red rear, Belinda turned towards Mr Baxter and said, “I mean it, Mr. Baxter. I know I deserved that spanking. I am truly sorry for being so rude to you. I’ve … been having a hard time lately. Today was really bad. But I shouldn’t had taken it out on you. Please forgive me.”
    Wiping the tears from Belinda’s big blue eyes, with his handkerchief, Mr. Baxter felt guilty, for enjoying watching the pixie faced German girl getting her ass tore up. “I’m .. sorry to hear that, Belinda. If you would like to talk about that, I get off of work today at five. I could drop by here then, and take you out to dinner. I know a exclusive restaurant I think you would love. They have the best steaks in town.”
    “Yes, I would love to have dinner with you.”, Belinda said smiling, even as she was still rubbing her steaming butt cheeks. “ I mean, IF I can sit down by five o’ clock.”

The WAH! WAH! Watusi

   Josie and The Pussycats were backstage, preparing for that night’s show. Josie was brushing her hair with a heavy ebony hairbrush, a gift from her grandmother, when she noticed Valeria was standing behind her, looking troubled.

   “What’s the matter, Val? Are you worried about the new song we’re playing tonight? I’m sure the kids will love it.”

   “No, it’s not that ….” Valeria said, her big brown eyes filled with sadness, “I’ve been debating whether or not to tell you this … last night, when you were asleep on the tour bus, I overheard Alexandra whispering to Alan. She told him, if he dropped by her hotel room tonight, after the show, she would show him things you would never dream of doing.” 

   THAT DAMN WITCH!” Josie shouted angrily, throwing her hairbrush against the wall. Watching the hairbrush clatter to the floor, gave Josie a wicked idea.

    Smiling devilishly, Josie said, “Girls, can you do me a favor? After the show tonight, I would like for you to ….”

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   When the concert was over, Valerie and Melody forced a confused Alexandra into their dressing room, followed by Alexandra’s cat, Sebastian. Melody then locked the door, while Valeria led Alexandra over to Josie, who was sitting on a couch, with her hairbrush in her hand. Once Valeria had forced Alexandra across the redhead’s lap, Josie flipped Alexandra’s miniskirt up and skimmed down her undies, baring her bottom.

   “What are you doing? Are you crazy bitches tripping out?”, Alexandra protested.

    “I warned you, Alex, if you kept flirting with my boyfriend I would beat your ass. THIS is to prove to you I wasn’t lying.” Josie said, just before she began to spank Alexandra’s ample ass with her hand. Josie’s tiny hand stung like a bee, quickly turning Alexandra’s bottom as pink as bubblegum and she was begging for mercy, “I’m sorry, Josie. I’ll NEVER flirt with Alan again. Please stop now, I’ve learned my lesson.”

   “Stop now? That was just the opening act. THIS is the main event!” Josie said, picking up her deadly looking hairbrush and crashing it down as hard as she could on Alexandra’s hot bottom. Josie’s hand had stung, but her hairbrush burnt like a fiery blast from a blowtorch. After just a dozen swats, the bawling brunette’s rear was ruby red, with tiny blisters popping up like bubbles floating on a sea of red hot lava. Josie rested her hand on the well punished girl’s derrière, and was shocked by how hot it actually was, sizzling like bacon in a frying pan. But Josie wasn’t done yet.

    “Prepare yourself, bitch, it’s time for the grand finale.” Josie said, grinning wickedly, before firing a final volley of extra-hard smacks into Alexandra’s sit-spots and upper tights, ensuring Alexandra wouldn’t be able to sit down for the rest of the tour.

   When Josie was finally satisfied, she released Alexandra. Crying uncontrollably, Alexandra began to prance about the room like a circus pony, howling in pain, her mascara running like black tears down her cheeks, She desperately wanted to rub her crimson butt cheeks, but her searing rear was so, so sore, even a gentle caress was painful, so she settled on fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, hoping to create a cooling breeze. 

   Watching Alexandra’s gyrations, the trio of Pussycats began to laugh uproariously.  “Look, girls, Alex just created a groovy new dance.” Melody giggled, “We should write a song to go along with it. We could call it …. The WAH! WAH! Watusi.”

Babysitter's Blues

Bend Over, Belinda!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snooping

Belinda Krüger is a German exchange student in USA. She was hired as a housekeeper. One day she was cleaning a room while she looked in the  window and saw a neighbour boy peeping for her. She teased him by wagging her ass from the window. Her employer saw that and thought that this naughty young German woman should receive a proper American punishment for such a behaviour. The boy was still watching through the window and enjoyed an exceptional view of the young German woman's bare ass  collecting a painful dozen of searing stripes.

Warm Welcome

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Bitte, stop! AUA!!!"

"Oh, no problem! We may stop, but in this case we'll just leave you here like this, and I have no idea, how will go back to town, since you don't know the road at all!"

"Yes, German! Don't be so grumpy! Think of this like as a welcoming!"

"A warm welcoming!"

"AUTSCH!!! Too warm! AUA!!! AUTSCH!!!"

Memory Refreshing

"AU!!! AU!!! But why?! AU!!! Stop this! AU!!!"

"Oh, don't you remember last night? James, looks like this party queen really doesn't remember anything!"

"Yeah! Maybe should you pull her pants down to make this memory refreshing more effective?"

"Sounds like a great idea!"

"Was?! Nein! AUA!!!"

 

A True British Discipline

"AU!!! AU!!! But Frau Morris... AU!!!"

"Hold still, Miss Krüger! You supposed to prepare my house for the arrival of my guests! All supposed to be perfect! And what had you done!"

"Alice, please, this is really not this necessary!"

"No, Margot, this is that necessary! I want you to see, that if my German au pair shows such an awful working performance, I'll show her what a true British discipline is! And I want you to see, that I really care about my guests amusement!"

"AU!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

Santa's Naughty Helper

- You didn't really believe you would just to appear in public in Christmas day in that... erm... outfit, young lady. Don't you?

- Ow! But Herr Claus! This is not a 1850 anymore! Long fur coats sucks in 2022!

- Are you saying what?!

- AU!!! Bad choice of words! AUTSCH!!! But this is unfair! I am a Santa's helper in a beer restaurant not in a kindergarten! AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!

Skylight

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

"Wow! I had no idea, that when Mrs. Grey said, that she'll warm some German ass tonight, she mean this!"

Coalescence of Councils

Vampire Club

Not long ago, in London, two young ladies, both about 22 years old in appearance, walked into a pub for a few drinks. One of them - slim brunette dressed in gothic style. The other - a plump blonde dressed as a biker. Vampire and werewolf. They came to spend a night, having some fun.

They set at the bar, looked around and saw a handsome fellow. Since they both noticed, how each of them looked at him, they started arguing, which of them will deduce him easily and vampire girl suggested a bet - the one, who'll succeed will give the loser a spanking over her bare bottom. Werewolf-girl agreed and decided to make her try first.

But she acted so unladylike, sitting over guy's table and roughly flirting with him, so he just send her away. The vampire girl acted much more ladylike and polite, which brought her to success.

After she kissed the guy, she returned to her angry and ashamed opponent and showed her own supernatural nature by easily pulling werewolf girl, who also shifted to her true form, over her knee and giving her a very hard spanking right in front of every one.

Sore Winner

"Ugh! AU!!!!"

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

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

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

High Wind

"Wow! It looks like dean Wallace started to preparing his students to the exams!"

A Loud Morning

Belinda was spending her vacation in Russia. She stayed at her Russian's friend's Maria country house. Besides her and Maria, there were two more tenants - a Russian girl named Olga and her husband Roman. Roman, or, as he asked to call him, Roma, was very handsome young man. And when on the second after her arrival, he started flirting with Belinda, she was happy to return love. Two days later, early in the morning, Belinda was awakened by a hard spank over her plump bottom. She jumped in bed, opened her eyes wide and saw Olga and Maria.

"Time to wake up, slutty bitch!" Olga said "Had Roman and you thought, that I won't notice anything?"

"Is it my fault, that he was flirting with me? I did not started this!" Belinda offered excuse.

"Look, bitch! If you want to stay in my house, you will behave like a decent woman!" Maria said strictly "Now get this fat German ass of yours from the bed and go cut some switches! Now!"

Sobbing, Belinda went outside to cut the switches. She was pretty sure, that she knew, what was going to happen. But when she returned, she was very surprised. Olga and Maria decided, that since Belinda didn't seduce Roman, the all the responsibility is over him...

Big Mistake

"Hold still, bitch! Let James introduce this slutty German ass of yours to traditional American wooden paddle! James, please, make this German bitches remember good, what happens to the sluts, who're stupid enough to flirting with husbands in front of their wives in good old USA!"