Belinda Krüger, a substitute teacher from Germany, currently working at a high school in Texas, was sitting at her desk, watching her students return to class, following their lunch break. She was surprised when the student she had just paddled before lunch, passed her desk, smiling mischievously. Tammy Taylor certainly wasn’t smiling when she left the class, she was bawling like a baby. Belinda watched her wince as she sat down gingerly at her desk. Evidently, her bottom was still burning and throbbing. So why was she so happy?

Belinda was wondering about Tammy’s strange reaction to having her bottom blistered, when the class’ intercom interrupted her thoughts. It was the school’s principal, Rachael Ferguson. “Miss Krüger, please report to my office. I need to have … a word with you. And please bring your paddle with you.”

What an unusual request. Rachael had her own paddle. A paddle the students had nicknamed The Sizzler. She could start a fire with that paddle that burnt for hours, and left matching bruises on both of your butt cheeks. Why did she want to borrow Belinda’s paddle? Maybe she had forgotten and left The Sizzler at home.

After telling her class to work on their homework, she headed towards the principal’s office. Walking down the hallway, she saw a girl with jet black hair exit Rachael’s office. She had clearly just been paddled. She was crying, causing her mascara to run. And she had both of her hands plastered to her plump posterior, trying desperately to rub out the fires raging back there.

Belinda has big blue eyes, long blonde hair she likes to wear in braids, and a cute pixie face. This gives her an Angelic appearance, but she’s actually quite devilish. And mean. Watching this girl suffer made her smile. Belinda asked her, “What’s your name, girl, and why aren’t you in class?” Belinda liked to call the high school students “boys and girls”, even though she was just a few years older than most of them.

Sniffling, the girl answered her, “My name is Maria. Maria Rodriguez. My history teacher sent me to see Principal Ferguson. I’m returning to class now.”

“Why did your history teacher send you to the principal’s office?” Belinda asked Maria, hoping to embarrass her.

Maria replied, while wiping tears from her eyes, “Mr. Wilson caught me copying answers off of the student next to me.”

Belinda, who had cheated on every test she had a chance to, when she was in school, pretended to be disgusted, “That’s horrible! What did Principal Ferguson say to you?”

Maria wanted to shout, “YOU JUST SAW ME LEAVING HER OFFICE, CRYING AND RUBBING MY BUTT! WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE DID? SHE BUSTED MY ASS, YOU STUPID FOREIGN BITCH!”, but she knew that would likely result in her getting ANOTHER paddling, on her already roasting rear. So, she said, “She … paddled me.”

Belinda smiled wickedly, “Good. That’s what cheaters deserve. I hope that taught you a lesson you’ll NEVER forget.”

“It did, Ma’am. I’m NEVER cheating again.” Maria whined, before disappearing into the girls’ room next to the principal’s office. Once inside, Maria lowered her neon green tights, and looked in the bathroom mirror. Her bottom looked like two swollen overripe tomatoes, with bruises already beginning to form at the bottom of both of her burning butt cheeks. Sitting at a hard wooden desk for the rest of the day was going to be murder.

Belinda knew Maria was checking out the damage Rachael had done to her big ass. She wished she could see that, too. She had to admit, she was jealous of how effective Principal Ferguson was with her paddle. She had seen football players leaving her office, shaking and crying. Maybe she would ask Rachael to give her some tips.

Belinda didn’t know it yet, but she was about to get a demonstration of just how hard Rachael could paddle. On her own bare bottom.

When Principal Ferguson’s secretary, Molly, saw Belinda walk into the office, she expected to hear her complain about something. She was always finding new things to complain about at the school. Today was no different. “Molly, I need you to call whoever is in charge of school maintenance here, and tell them to fix the thermostat in my classroom. I’ve been freezing my ass off all morning.”

Molly chuckled, “Don’t worry. You won’t have that problem when you return to your classroom.” Belinda was about to ask her what she meant by that remark, when Molly’s desk intercom buzzed. “Molly, is that Belinda’s German accent I hear out there? Please send her right on in.”

Belinda walked through the door, into Rachael’s office, wondering what Molly was giggling about. She was surprised to see Rachael’s shiny jet black paddle laying on her desk. She imagined it was still warm, after the fire it started on Maria’s naughty ass.

Rachael beckoned towards a chair in front of her desk, “Please sit down. Belinda, I know as a substitute teacher, you’re sometimes asked to teach a subject you’re not an expert in. I know you were an art major in college, but today you’re filling in for Mr. Fox, our geography teacher. How much do you know about that subject? Do you know the capitals of all of the American states?”

Belinda hated when Americans assumed they were smarter than she was. She WAS educated in Europe, after all. “Of course, I do”, Belinda said defiantly.

“What’s the capital of New York?” Rachael asked.

Belinda laughed, “ That’s funny. I just gave a pop quiz on that subject, and one of my students called me a lair when I said it was New York City. That stupid brat thought it was Albany. I paddled her for being so rude to me and trying to embarrass me in front of my class. I bet she’ll never do that again. I lit her ass up.”

Rachael’s eyes burned hatefully for a second, before she handed Belinda a sheet of paper. “I printed this out to show you. It’s a list of all fifty states and their capitals. Please read out loud the one I circled in red.”

“The capital of New York is … what? Tammy WAS right. It IS Albany? I’ll apologize to her when I return to class. But NOT for paddling her. She deserved that for calling me a liar and trying to disrespect me.”, Belinda hated being embarrassed. Especially by stupid American teenagers.

“I talked to Tammy during lunch. And to some of her classmates. She never called you a liar, she merely tried to correct you. And she wasn’t rude or hatefully to you either. Besides, if you did have a justifiable reason to punish Tammy, did you check first to see if you had her parent’s permission to do so?”

“Her parent’s permission? I never needed that at any of the other schools I’ve taught at here in Texas.” Belinda answered, not liking the direction this conversation was headed in.

“Well, you do in this county. And I know Tammy’s parents didn’t give this school permission to use corporal punishment, if she misbehaved. Tammy, that girl you called a stupid brat is MY daughter.”, Rachael said, daggers flying from her eyes towards Belinda.

Belinda felt trapped, in a web she had weaved, “YOUR daughter? But her last name is Taylor.”

Rachael explained, “ When I divorced Tammy’s father, I reclaimed my maiden name, Ferguson. Tammy wanted to keep her father’s last name, Taylor.”

Belinda turned a whiter shade of pale. “I’m so sorry. But why didn’t Tammy tell me I didn’t have permission to paddle her?”

“We may have different last names, but all of the students here knows she’s my daughter. She didn’t want the students here to think she got special treatment, just because her mother is the principal. Besides, it wasn’t her place to tell you that. It’s YOUR responsibility to check to see if you have a parent’s permission BEFORE you paddle a student. You can be fired for that AND lose your teaching license.”

Belinda began to cry, “That’s horrible. I love teaching.”

Rachael patted Belinda on her shoulder, “ Now, now, Belinda. I didn’t say that was going to happen. Yes, what you did was wrong, and you DO deserve to be punished for that. But I talked this over with my daughter, and … well, have you ever heard the Bible quote, ‘an eye for an eye’?”

Belinda was confused by that remark, “Yes, but what does that … oh…NO!” It suddenly dawned on her what Rachael was implying, her blue eyes going wide, “ You surely don’t mean you want to … PADDLE me, do you? I’m a grown woman!”

“It’s YOUR choice, Belinda, I can report what you just did to the school board, or you can give me permission to paddle you, with the SAME paddle you paddled MY daughter with. Of course, as you just said, you ARE a grown woman, so your punishment will be a little harsher. Instead of the three swats you gave my daughter, you’re to receive TWELVE swats. On your bare bottom.”

Belinda felt a chill run down her spine, as she stared at the paddle she still held in her shaking hand. Looking fearfully at the two rows of holes the shop teacher had drilled down it’s hilt for her. She had heard holes like that will produce blisters on contact. Was she about to find out if that was a myth or not? That idea caused her legs to begin to shake, but she knew the dreaded choice she had to make. She handed her paddle to Rachael.

“I think you’re making the right choice.”, Rachael said, pointing at her desk with Belinda’s beloved paddle. “Bare your bottom and bend over, Belinda.”

Molly sat comfortably at her desk, something she knew Belinda wouldn’t be able to do for the rest of the week, listening to Rachael’s paddle crashing like righteous thunder into the bawling blonde’s bare bottom. She wished she had been allowed to watch Rachael blister Belinda’s big butt, like she was required to do, when Rachael punished a student. Molly didn’t like Belinda. No one at the school did. She was always complaining about how much she hated Texas, how stupid American teenagers were, how EVERYTHING was better in Europe. Well, here was something else she could hate about Texas. That time a red headed Texan tore her ass up.

Molly was smiling like the Cheshire Cat, listening to Belinda squeal, but when she saw her emerge from Rachael’s office, tears flowing like a waterfall from her ice blue eyes, moaning pitifully, her tiny hands tenderly massaging her bottom, Molly knew from personal experience, must be burning like a bonfire on Guy Fawkes Day, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She knew exactly how she felt. Rachael had caught Molly sneaking a smoke last year, after hours but still on school grounds, and had offered her the same deal she offered Belinda, getting fired or agreeing to a bare bottom paddling, and then wasn’t allowed to go home, until she sat, with her bottom still bare on a hard wooden stool and write “I’ll never smoke on school property again.” two hundred times. After that long almost unbearably painful night, Molly had never touched another cigarette.

Molly gave Belinda a hug and a tissue, and then going to her mini-fridge, she handed her an ice pack. Molly had never been paddled by Rachael again, THANK GOD, but if she made some major mistake at work, Rachael would take her across her knee, and spank her bare bottom with her hand. Not nearly as bad as a paddling, but those spankings always sat Molly’s ass on fire. Which is why she always kept a few ice packs in her refrigerator.

Outside Rachael’s office, Maria, the dark haired beauty she had paddled earlier, stood in the hallway, transfixed by what she had just heard. Leaving the girl’s room, she had heard what clearly sounded like someone else being paddled. And the person being punished, begging for mercy, sounded like she had a GERMAN accent! Could that substitute teacher all of the students hated ACTUALLY be getting paddled? At least, a DOZEN times? OWIE! Maria’s butt was boiling after just FOUR swats, if that was the teacher she had just seen in the hallway earlier, getting her rear roasted, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week and a half. Seeing the doorknob to Principal Ferguson’s office turning, Maria quickly ducked back into the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack, so she could see who left the principal’s office. It WAS that blonde bitch, MISS KRÜGER! Watching her walk down the hallway, with her paddle in one hand, her other hand rubbing an ice pack across the seat of her tight blue jeans. Maria whipped out her phone, and recorded her. Maria was friends with a lot of the students Belinda had paddled, her boyfriend, Roberto, was currently in class sitting on a badly bruised bottom thanks to her. They was all going to love watching this video.

Belinda stopped by the teacher’s lounge on her way back to class, to repair her makeup and to get a glimpse of the damage Rachael had done to her poor, suffering bottom. Looking in the mirror, she shouted, “MEIN GOTT!”, shocked to see her aching ass was fifty shades of red, with blackish bruises beginning to form in the centre of each of swollen butt cheeks, a smattering of blisters rising like tiny bubbles out of a sea of red hot lava. Holding her ice pack gingerly against her scorched flesh, did help to soothe the fires raging back there, but not enough to extinguish them. She wished she could spend the rest of the day in the lounge, but Rachael had commanded her to return immediately to class. She hated to leave a students unsupervised for very long. Struggling to pull her tight jeans back up over her badly swollen posterior, Belinda picked up her paddle and headed back to class.

Walking into her classroom, Belinda was shocked to see someone had drawn a cartoon of her being paddled by Principal Ferguson on the blackboard. She knew immediately who had done it. She had recently filled in for the art teacher, Mr. Fox, when he was recovering from surgery. Tammy was in that class, too, and Belinda knew she was an amazing artist. Belinda shot Tammy a dirty look, and realized for the first time, with her curly red hair, sea green eyes and pale complexion, she looked like a teenage version of her mother. She should had known she was Rachael’s daughter.

Looking back at the blackboard made Belinda’s blood boil. She was dying to say something to Tammy, but she knew whatever she told her, she would repeat it to her mother. Rachael had just given her the worse paddling of her life. She never wanted to give her a reason, to do it again.

She decided to pretend the drawing didn’t bother her, and picked up an eraser and erased it. Then turning back to the class, with her paddle in her hand as a warning, told them, “I know some of you would love to see a teacher getting paddled. But that’s never going to happen. We’re all responsible adults. Only naughty, disobedient students are paddled here.”

Belinda then walked over to her desk and sat down. The minute her fiery red rear touched her hard wooden chair, she flew back up, her eyes as big as saucers, shouting, “GOD IN HEAVEN, THAT HURTS!”

Belinda felt like a swarm of killer bees were using her rear for target practice. She hopped from foot to foot, trying desperately to rub away the sting, moaning pitifully. Her entire class was laughing uproariously at her antics. Through watery eyes, she saw Tammy smiling, “Are you sure, Miss Krüger, principals NEVER paddle teachers?”