The Typo

Miss Blackburn stormed into the office and shouted at Belinda, “MISS KRÜGER, FOLLOW ME INTO MY OFFICE! RIGHT NOW!”

Once in her office, Miss Blackburn said to Miss Krüger, “Belinda, do you remember when I dictated a letter to you on Monday? And I asked you to read it over carefully before you mailed it? To make sure there wasn’t any errors, since that was going to one of our biggest clients, Miss Birch?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I checked and double-checked my spelling and grammar to make sure that letter was perfect before I mailed it to Miss Birch.”, Belinda said proudly.
“Oh, you did, did you? Miss Birch sent me a copy of that letter. HERE, would you please read it back to me?”
Taking the letter Belinda started to read it to her boss, “Dear Miss Bitch … OH NO .. I misspelled her name … I … I’m so sorry. I’ll send her an apology right now.”
Miss Blackburn took the letter back from her angrily, “I’ve already apologized profusely to Miss Birch. In fact, she’s dropping by my office in fifteen minutes. And IF you want to keep your job here, I promised her you would be standing right there, in the corner of my office, with your nose pressed against the wall, and your bottom completely bare.”
Belinda shocked at this turn of events, “My bottom completely BARE? Why does Miss Birch want to see my bare bottom? Is she gay?”
Miss Blackburn chuckled at that remark, “I doubt that, since she’s currently engaged to one of the richest men in town. She wants to see what colour your ass is when she gets here.”
Now, Belinda was even more confused, “What COLOUR? It’s the same colour as the rest of me. Maybe a little paler.”
Miss Blackburn smiled sinisterly and removed a ruler from off of her desk, “Well, yes, at the moment, I guess it is. But I promised Miss Birch, if you wanted to keep your job, when she got here, your bottom would be candy apple red.”
“CANDY APPLE RED? Why would it be red when she got here?”, Belinda said before noticing the ruler in your boss’ hand, “OH NO! Surely, you don’t mean …”
“Oh, but I do. If I want to keep Miss Birch as a client, I had to promise her, I would show her how I dealt with poor workmanship here at my company. So, if you want to have a job to come to in the morning, although you may regret having a job that requires you to SIT at a desk tomorrow, you’ll bare your bottom and come here.”, your boss said as she patted her lap…

Twenty five minutes later, Belinda was standing in the corner, with her hands on her head, while Miss Birch examined her scorched beet red bottom, “ That IS one well blistered butt. Does it hurt, Honey?”
“My bottom is on fire, Ma’am.”, Belinda said tearfully.
Miss Birch giggled at her reply, and gently stroke one of her bottom cheeks with her hand, “ Oh, yes, your ass IS red hot. Do you think you’ve learned your lesson and will be more careful in the future?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Belinda replied obediently.
“ I believe you have. You can come out of the corner now.”
“And, can I rub my bottom, now … please ?”, she pleaded.
Belinda was granted that request, and begun to rub her bottom furiously, trying in vain to cool down her blazing bottom, when she noticed that Miss Birch was holding a thick leather belt in her hand. Seeing that Belinda begun to cry again, even harder than she did during the spanking Miss Blackburn had just given her with her ruler. Miss Blackburn was amused at her reaction, hardly believing her good luck, not only did she just get to paddle Belinda's bouncy little bottom until it was steaming hot and swollen, now she was going to also get to watch as the beautiful Barbara Birch straps German secretary's already badly blistered butt.
Belinda begun to beg for mercy, “Please, Miss Birch, I’ve learned my lesson. Please forgive me.”
Miss Birch looked into her teary eyes, and said, “I’m sorry but I believe in hands on discipline and I’m going to have to use this belt before I’m sure this matter has been fully corrected. What you did was a serious mistake, Young Lady, and I can’t trust this company to handle my account until I’m sure an accident like that will NEVER happen again. Didn’t Miss Blackburn tell you how important that letter was?”
Feeling doomed, Belinda whispered, “Yes, Frau.”
Miss Birch continued, “And knowing how important that letter was, don’t you feel like your boss should had checked it over BEFORE you mailed it? Knowing it was going to one of her biggest accounts?”
Miss Blackburn, realizing she may be wrong about who Miss Birch wanted to take a belt to, turned as pale as a ghost, when she heard Belinda said, “I … I guess so.”
“I believe so, too. You can go home now and maybe take an ice bath. I’m going to have a little … talk with Miss Blackburn. In private.”
Belinda walked slowly to the employees’ lounge, to get her leftovers from lunch. Seeing the lounge is empty, since all of her other coworkers had left for the day, she raised her dress and lowered her panties and stand in front of the open fridge. She stand there while the freezing air chilled her blazing backside. In her boss’ office she heard the sound of a belt whistling through the air, followed by a loud shriek. She smiled to yourself, knowing she won’t be the only one in the office tomorrow unable to sit comfortably.

The Ultimatum

"Mein arme Popo..."

"Well, class, I guess I made myself clear, that I won't tolerate any disrespect in future! Especially, from a naughty German exchange student like you, Miss Krüger! Do you understand?"

"Ja, Frau Morris... Whoops! I mean, yes, Miss Morris!"

"I don't think so! Bend over again!"

"Mein Gott!"

The Best Showplace in the Village

"AUA!!! But Herr... AUA!!! I was just... AU!!! ...looking for... AUA!!! ...some showplaces! AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Some showplaces? On my land? Very well! This woodshed surely deserves your attention! Look at its walls carefully, while I will teach you a good lesson about trespassing! Naughty tourist!"

Grave Consequences

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Nein Strokes

The young German woman visited USA. She was walking through the countryside and decided to cut off a corner and walk through someone's land. But she was noticed by the owner, who caught her and cut a switch, going to punish her for trespassing.

"Nein! Nein!" she exclaimed in horror.

"Well, I was going to give you only five strokes." the man said "but if you insist on nine..."

Yes, she knew she had trespassed and deserved the whipping, so she put her hands on her thighs and pushed her bottom out, hoping that her heavy denim shorts would soften the nine strokes of the switch. She also looked urgently around, embarrassed at the thought that a wandering walker would see her getting whipped. Just then, a large and woolly black dog - a Burnese Mountain Dog - ran behind the hedge. It was such a big  dog she misidentified it, looked at the man, and shouted "Bear." 

Thinking his luck kept getting better, the man said once again. "Well,  if you insist, you can taking your switching on the bare."

Vampirella and the Beast

When this naughty werewolf-girl is found to being very wild some over the knee spanking is very necessary! Over the bare bottom spankings is most necessary!

Not a Good Day to be a Bad Girl

"Any last words before you'll remember, why is it not very smart to behave baldy at my watch, young lady?"

"But Frau Morris, maybe this is not that necessary?"

"Oh, it is! Today is not a good day to be a bad girl, class! And now you all, and especially silly Miss Krüger, will learn, why!"

Sorry Is Not Enough!

"AU!!! Meg, please! AU!!! May I just say I am sorry and we... AUA!!!"

"No, Belinda! Sorry would not be enough! Yes, I gave you permission to borrow my things, but I didn't mean my boyfriend too, you German slut!"

"AUA!!!"

Bad Dog

Hell's Kitchen

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!! That stings! AUTSCH!!!"

"Shut up, Krüger! I warned you, that if you'll continue cooking so awful, I'll give you very hot and spicy reason to learn, how to do that properly!"

Gatecrasher

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

"Shut up, las! You're lucky that I prefer just to spank your naughty butt instead of shoot it with a rock salt! But if I'll see you on my land ever again, I won't be so kind!"

Never Too Old

No-Noncense Landlady

Double Reprise

 Belinda walks into her boss’ office and is surprised to see a beautiful dark hair woman sitting at her boss’ desk. “Excuse me, Miss, my boss, Mr. Van Meter asked me to report to his office after work today. Do you know where he is?”
   The woman gives Belinda a icy stare, and says, “Yes, I do. He left early today. My name is Lori Van Meter, Ron is my husband. I asked him to set up this meeting with you for today. Don’t you recognize me, Belinda?”
   Belinda is stumped by that question, “ No, I don’t. Have we met before?”
   Mindy’s dark eyes flashed fiery, “ We went to school together, Belinda.  I’m Lori Lawson.”
   Belinda is shocked to hear that, “LORI LAWSON? But … you’re beautiful now, when we went to high school together you were so … so …”
   “FAT?”, Lori said angrily, “Isn’t that what you used to call me, Belinda? And Lori Lard-Ass? Do you have any idea how badly that used to hurt me? How many nights I cried myself to sleep? Because of you, Belinda?”
   Belinda bowed her head, and whispered, “ I’m sorry, Lori, I was a brat in high school.”
   “A BRAT? You were a bully, Belinda. I used to talk to my grandmother about you. She was a high school principal, back in the 60’s, when corporal punishment was still allowed in the school. She always said, she wished you had been one of her students. She would had paddled you black-n-blue.”
    Belinda feeling guilty, said, “I guess I did deserved to be paddled for how I treated you back then.”
     Reaching into one of her husband’s desk drawers, Lori pulled out a wooden paddle. “ I think you STILL deserve to have your bottom blistered, Belinda. With this, my grandmother’s paddle. I want to hurt you, like you hurt me. I want to make you cry, like you made me cry.”
   Belinda’s eyes grew wide and her heart began to beat like a triphammer, “You want to … PADDLE me now? But I’m a grown woman. You can’t paddle me like I’m a naughty little girl.”
    “I talked to my husband about you, Belinda. He doesn’t want someone like you working here. That’s why I asked you here today, to offer you a choice, be fired or …” Lori patted her grandmother’s paddle against the palm or her, and then pointed towards her husband’s desk.
    Belinda began to cry, “ I love this job … and I guess I do deserve to be paddled … for the way I treated you, Lori.”
     “That’s a good girl, Belinda,” Lori said, smiling mischievously, “I’ll tell my husband to let you keep your job. Now, remove your pants and your panties and bend over. I’m going to really enjoy this.”

      Lori giggled watching Belinda dance around the office after her paddling, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she howled like a hungry she-wolf. Belinda's bottom was sizzling, hotter than it had ever been. Belinda had been paddled before, numerous times, but she knew this was the worse paddling she had ever received. It would take days, maybe weeks, before she could sit comfortably again.
   Lori smile faded, as thought of her grandmother. How she wished she could tell her about today. How she finally gave Belinda the paddling her grandmother had always wanted to give her. And with her own paddle.
   Once Belinda had calmed brown enough to pull her pants back up, pants that now felt two sizes too small, she turned to Lori, tears rolling down her cheeks, and asked her, "So, everything is OK between now? Your husband won't fire me now?"
   Lori smile returned, thinking about what was going to happen to Belinda next. "Of course, Belinda, that was our deal. My husband expects you to come to work tomorrow. In fact, he wants you to come in a half hour early. He wants to have a little talk with you."
  A LITTLE TALK? Hearing that sent a chill down Belinda's spine. "A LITTLE TALK? He's not going to paddle me, too, is he?"
   "Oh no, Belinda", Lori said, wiping the tears from Belinda's face with a Kleenex "He's not going to paddle you."
   "Thank God," Belinda sighed, "I'll be lucky if I can sit down tomorrow as sore as I am right now. I sure don't want to be paddled again that soon. Well, I better go home now. And try to cool my bottom down before I go to sleep. On my stomach."
   Belinda was about to leave the office, when Lori asked her an unusual question, "Don't you just love it when you see someone wearing a gift you gave them, Belinda?"
   The German girl found this question confusing. Was Lori talking about the bruises she would be wearing on her bottom for the rest of the week? "Uh, yes, I do."
   "I do, too," Lori said, smiling mischievously, " I brought my husband a thick black leather belt for his birthday last week. He's going to wear that to work tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Belinda. It was a pleasure getting to see you again."
  In the hallway, Belinda could hear Lori laughing. Why did mention her husband would be wearing a thick black leather belt tomorrow? Lori said he wasn't going to spank her. Didn't she? No, come to think of it, she only said he wasn't going to PADDLE her! And a belt isn't a paddle. Belinda began to cry again.