Belinda’s misadventures

[Gesperax]

A naughty German girl named Belinda was touring America. She came across an abandoned factory and wanted to see what it looked like inside. So even though there was a No Trespassing sign posted she pushed opened one of the sealed windows and climbed through. Unfortunately for Belinda she climbed right into the middle of some old equipment and got stuck around the waist by a couple of old metal bars. Her feet were on the floor but she was bent forward at a 90 degree angle and caught over a work bench.

Coincidentally a American boy named John happened to be walking by, saw the open window and heard the clang of metal. When John looked in the window he saw Belinda’s predicament and asked, “Do you need any help?”
She answered, “Oh, yes. Thank you.”
He asked, “What are you doing here? I don’t think you should be in here.”
“Never mind why I’m here,” she snapped angrily. “Just get me out.”
He thought Belinda was a very rude and very naughty German girl. “Okay,” John said. “I’ll get what you need.” So he climbed in the window and pulled a very old industrial fan behind Belinda so that when he turned it on low the blades slowly began to smack the seat of Belinda’s skirt about once a second. Belinda was outraged. “This is not right!!”, she snapped. “Correct this immediately!” John agreed it was not right and so went up to Belinda and lifted her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. The sound of the smacking fan blades became louder now that they were striking her skin rather than her skirt.
“What are you … Au!”, Belinda exclaimed. “I will call the … Au! … police,” she said.
“You will have to explain to them why you are trespassing on private property,” John said. “But if you want I will get the police for you.”
“Nein, nein,” she said.
John said. “I’m leaving now but don’t worry. I’ll call the police to come and check on you … in about a half an hour.” He saw her eyes widen to the size of golf balls as he climbed out the window.

Later the same day John was in a bar drinking a bottle of Celebrator beer. The bar was filled with drunken college students who were trying to raise money for a charity. When Belinda came through the door she saw him and stomped over to his table. John asked her to sit down but she angrily answered, “I can not sit down. That fan you put behind me in the factory spanked me so long my bottom is now the color of a shiny apple and so tender I think if a fly landed on it I would jump.” John reminded her she had been very rude and that he thought she deserved to have her bottom spanked until she learned to care about how other people felt. As an example, John pointed to the college students in the bar who were raising money for a sick student by offering to donate one dollar every time someone agreed to ride the “mechanical bull.” He told her, “You should be more like them.”

She angrily raised her hand and pointed toward the college students and said, “I do not care about those people.” Seeing her wave toward them, the woman in charge of raising money said, “It looks like we have are first volunteer.” John saw the opportunity, jumped to his feet and said loudly, “This beautiful, young woman is from Germany and her English is not good. But I can tell you she definitely wants to ride the bull if some of you will help her get up on it.” The entire crowd of drunken students rushed forward cheering so loudly it drowned out Belinda’s protest. After lifting her up on to the saddle the crowd locked her feet into the stirrups and hands on to the saddle horn.

The young woman student in charge waved for silence and said, “The motor can be set from a low of one to a high of ten. What setting would you like?” Confused by what was happening Belinda did not understand and simply shouted out, “Nein, nein, nein.” The crowd roared in approval, the dial was set to nine and the motor turned on. John wasn’t shure if he had ever seen eyes open as widely as Belinda’s as the Bull bounced her up and down, her already tenderized bottom repeatedly landing sorely on the saddle.
After a minute the ride ended, the crowd rushed to put their dollars in the donation glass as Belinda leaned forward and down over the saddle horn and raised her bottom up in the air to keep it off the saddle. John noticed she was moving her bottom from side to side probably trying to get the wind to cool it down. So before they unhooked her he went over and put his ear near her mouth, nodded his head in apparent agreement and said loudly, “She says let’s do it one more time!!” “Nein, nein, nein!! Belinda shouted. The young woman in charge announced proudly, “She wants to do it again and have it set at nine one more time. This woman is amazing!!” The crowd cheered as the bull once again started to bounce beautiful Belinda up and down as John waved to her and walked out the back door.

A few days later John was at a Farmer’s Market. A Farmer’s Market is a temporary, outside food market set up in an abandoned field by local farmers who bring their fresh fruits and vegetables into the city to sell themselves rather than to the Supermarket chain stores. Each farmer sets up his own stand or tent to sell what they’ve grown. He was walking by a Russian woman’s produce stand and was surprised to see Belinda standing there looking at the oranges. When she saw him John could see she was still angry at him for tricking her on to the mechanical bull when she already had a sore bottom from the fan spanking at the old factory. In fact she was so mad she just rushed at him and tried to gave him one big push on his chest with both hands. But he was much younger than her and little enough, so she missed, lost her balance and just bounced backward into the Russian woman’s produce, sitting down hard on a basket of short thorned Nopales cactus that is used in many Mexican dishes.

John was not a cruel man, so ordinarily he would immediately help a woman in such a situation. But he had to admit he was so taken by the sight that hehesitated. Here was a beautiful woman sitting in a basket of cactus with her bottom wriggling as if it was on fire. The light cotton skirt she was wearing had fallen back almost to her waist as her bare gorgeous legs kicked wildly in the air like those of a dancing chorus girl. She couldn’t even free herself because when she tried to grasp the sides of the basket to push herself out, the thorns of the overflowing cactus painfully stuck her hands. It was such an erotic scene to witness that John just froze where he stood. Luckily for Belinda, the Russian woman did not think it was so appealing. “Get off of my cactus, young lady,” she yelled. When she saw Belinda could not get up she reached down, grabbed both her hands and pulled her out of the basket. “Autsch! Autsch! Autsch!” Belinda squealed as she jumped up and down like a rabbit while trying to pull the cactus pads off of her bottom, but the thorns prevented her from being able to grab them. The Russian woman heard Belinda yelling in German and said, “So you’re German! You people think you can take whatever you want. Sixty years ago you thought you could take our country but we took it back. Well, now I want my cactus back!” She reached over behind the counter of her stand and picked up a pair of pliers, grabbed Belinda by the waist, bent her over her knee and began pulling the cactus pads off of Belinda’s bottom. Belinda squealed each time the pliers pulled a cactus pad and a part of the back of her skirt away from her bottom.

When the Russian woman was done Belinda was left standing in the center of a crowd with the back half of her skirt torn away with only the string of her thong running between her beautiful but very sore buns. John noticed that although the Russian woman had pulled off all the cactus pads, many of the thorns remained stuck in Belinda’s bottom. Trying to make his voice sound as natural as possible John offered Belinda to remove the remaining two dozen or so thorns from her bottom. He was sure she would say no but she surprised him and said, “Well, you owe me that much. So yes you can help.” He held Belinda over his lap with one arm but instead of paddling her pulled thorns from her butt with his free hand. The next ten minutes was extremely pleasurably for John as he pulled out each thorn, listened to Belinda say, “Austch!” and watched the muscles of her thighs flex as she kicked her legs. That was the most enjoyable trip to the market he have ever made.