When the punishment was finally over and the crowd went away, the French woman left Belinda over the fridge and walked out into the office. Belinda bawled in pain and rubbed her sore bottom carefully.

"Mein Gott! It hurts so bad!" the German complained. She tried to pull up her jeans, but her bottom was too tender. Belinda sobbed and bawled. She opened the fridge and put her sore butt in it, trying to cool it off even a bit. At first it was rather painful; it felt as fire and ice might feel if they were sentient and could express their feelings. But after a moment or so ice defeated fire, and the girl's red rear end began to cool. "Oh, that is better!" The German said, feeling how the sting slowly begin to fade out.

Suddenly the store door opened and a gendarme came in.

"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" he asked, smirking.

"Scheiße!" Belinda shouted.