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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.
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