Belinda, a pretty pixie-faced blonde from Germany, currently working as a substitute teacher in Texas, walked into Principal Rachael Ferguson’s office and saw her friend, Molly Mulligan, the high school’s office manager, standing by the file cabinets.

Belinda smiled at the redhead and handed her some papers, telling her, “Hello, Molly, here’s my monthly work report. I know it’s late, but I had a talk with Rachael yesterday and she told me I had until this morning to turn it in.”

Glaring at Belinda, anger seething in her sea green eyes, Molly snatched the report out of the German girl’s hand, “Rachael just had …. “a little talk” with me, too! She told me yesterday, you told her you turned your monthly report into the office on time, but it must had been lost or misfiled. THAT’S why she gave you more time to turn it in AGAIN. After you left the office, Rachael told me if I didn’t find that report, when I got to work this morning, she would … would …well, you can see what she just did!” Molly spun around and raised her skirt, and lowered her panties, so Belinda could see her ass was raspberry red, covered with a series of even darker stripes.

“OH NO! You got SPANKED because of me? I’m so sorry, Molly.” Belinda said feeling horrible, “I never meant to get you into trouble. When Rachael asked me about that report, I had forgotten all about it, but I knew she would paddle me if I told her that, I got so nervous, I …. lied and told her I had turned it in on time. Hoping she would give me more time to complete it. I was up all night working on that damn thing!”

“Belinda, I’m the office manager here. IF a report gets lost or misfiled, that’s MY responsibility. Thanks to your lies, my ass is on FIRE!”, Molly pouted, rubbing her red hot hiney, “I should drag you by your ear into Rachael’s office and tell her you lied to her yesterday. I would love to watch you getting your big bottom blistered right now.”

“Please don’t do that, Molly”, Belinda pleaded, “ She would be so mad about me lying to her, she wouldn’t just paddle me, she may even fire me.”

“You do deserve a good hard spanking, Belinda, but … I would hate myself if I was responsible for you losing your job.” Molly said.

“Thank you, Molly, thank you,” Belinda said smiling, “And you’re right, I do deserve a spanking, for getting you into trouble with Rachael. I feel terrible about that. Maybe … do you want to give me a spanking? Just like the one you just got. After work today?”

Molly’s green eyes lit up, “Give you a SPANKING? Are you serious about that, you naughty brat? Just like the one Rachael just gave me? A bare bottomed spanking across her lap followed by twelve swats with this little monster?” Molly held up a wooden ruler from her desk, “I have to warn you, this little sucker stings like a bee.”

Belinda’s big blue eyes grew even bigger, “That sounds horrible! But, yeah, if that’s what you got because of MY lies, that’s what I deserve.”

Molly sneered devilishly. “It’s a deal, then, Rachael is leaving early today, so when school is out meet me back here. I’ll even spank you sitting in the same chair Rachael spanked me in. IF I can sit down by then.“

Belinda never expected Molly to take her up on her offer, and was a little nervous about how excited Molly was to blister her butt, but she knew she deserved whatever Molly had planned for her.

The German girl left the office, feeling like she had just signed her own death certificate.

Belinda and Molly was in Principal Rachael Ferguson’s office, watching the last of the school’s employees leaving on the school’s monitors. “I think that’s everybody,” Molly said, smiling sinisterly, “Are you ready for your spanking, Belinda?” Belinda raised the back of the sexy redhead’s short skirt to examine her war wounds. While her ass wasn’t as red as it was that morning, it was badly bruised, and looked extremely sore. “No, no I’m not,” Belinda said, biting her bottom lip, “But I know I deserve one.”

“Then follow me, you German brat”, Molly said pulling out the same chair Rachael was sitting in when she had spanked her. Sitting down, Molly squealed and quickly leaped back up, rubbing her injured “pride”. That caused Belinda to giggle until Molly shot her a stern look, her green eyes icy. “Do you think that’s funny? I bet you won’t be laughing when you’re trying to sit down after I’m through with you! I’m going to go get my cushion out of my office. You can go ahead and take your pants down. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Returning with her cushion and her wooden ruler, Molly sat down gingerly and pointed at her lap, saying, “Come here, you naughty thing.” Belinda, with her bottom now bare, slid nervously across Molly’s lap.

Molly’s tiny hand looked like a doll’s hand resting on the blonde’s big snowy white bottom. She knew it would take a while to light up both of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, but she was in no hurry. This was going to be fun.

At first, Molly’s spanks felt like a gentle caress to Belinda, but then the redhead began to rain her hand down harder and harder, faster and faster, until she had started a thousand tiny fires all across her quickly reddening rear. Flames that swiftly began to merge together, until the white hot heat engulfed the German girl’s entire bottom, raising boiling, bubbling blisters. Belinda was surprised her ass wasn’t setting off the school’s fire alarm.

Then, Belinda felt the wooden ruler crack like thunder across her already raw, roasting rear. Each sizzling swat of that wicked wooden terror felt like Molly was adding kindling to the raging, roaring fire she had just built. Hotter and hotter until the heat became almost unbearable.

Finally, she heard Molly say, “OK, that was number twelve. You can get up now.” Belinda leaped off of Molly’s lap,

Molly smiled proudly, watching Belinda hopping up and down like she was riding an invisible pogo stick, her long blonde braids swinging to and fro, shouting “HOT! HOT! HOT!” over and over, her hands plastered to her plump posterior. But Molly’s smile began to fade when she saw Belinda was crying uncontrollably. And some of the welts left by her ruler were already beginning to turn purple. She never meant to spank Belinda that hard, to really hurt her. She had planned on turning her tushy as pink as cotton candy, stinging, sure, but only sore for a few hours. But once she got the wiggling woman across her lap, hearing her groan and squeal, feeling the heat rise like steam from her ample ass cheeks as she turned them redder and redder … she lost control.

Belinda looked at Molly mournfully, tears running down her pretty cheeks, and asked her, “Are we … are we friends again now?”

Molly began to cry herself, hugging Belinda close, “I wasn’t ever not your friend, Silly. And I apologize if I spanked you too hard. I guess I got a little carried away. But you did say you wanted a spanking EXACTLY like the one Rachael gave me this morning. Because of you. But we’re even now.”

Belinda smiled at Molly, with tears in her eyes. “ I said you could spank me, but I never dreamed you were going to tear my ass up THIS bad! I won’t be able to sit down again for a week! And I’m not sure if we’re really even, either. Rachael spanked you so you spanked me. But when do I get to spank you?”

The two girls laughed about that, and then Molly handed Belinda an ice pack from her mini-fridge and a cushion for her to sit on her during her painful ride back to her apartment.

Back at her own apartment, lying across her bed on her stomach, with an ice pack on her aching ass, to help to take down the swelling, Molly couldn’t stop thinking about what Belinda had said. Molly considered Principal Ferguson as her mentor, almost like a mother figure, her disciplinarian, she felt like she deserved every spanking she had ever gotten from her. But … laying across Belinda’s lap, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling, as her hand slowly raised a fire as hot as hellfire all across her bare bottom. Hearing Belinda laugh at her squeals of pain. Listening to the buxom blonde giggle as she watched her attempting to sit down after she had just blistered her bottom … why did that idea seem so … intriguing to Molly?