Josie and The Pussycats were backstage, preparing for that night’s show. Josie was brushing her hair with a heavy ebony hairbrush, a gift from her grandmother, when she noticed Valeria was standing behind her, looking troubled.

“What’s the matter, Val? Are you worried about the new song we’re playing tonight? I’m sure the kids will love it.”

“No, it’s not that ….” Valeria said, her big brown eyes filled with sadness, “I’ve been debating whether or not to tell you this … last night, when you were asleep on the tour bus, I overheard Alexandra whispering to Alan. She told him, if he dropped by her hotel room tonight, after the show, she would show him things you would never dream of doing.”

“THAT DAMN WITCH!” Josie shouted angrily, throwing her hairbrush against the wall. Watching the hairbrush clatter to the floor, gave Josie a wicked idea.

Smiling devilishly, Josie said, “Girls, can you do me a favor? After the show tonight, I would like for you to ….”

When the concert was over, Valerie and Melody forced a confused Alexandra into their dressing room, followed by Alexandra’s cat, Sebastian. Melody then locked the door, while Valeria led Alexandra over to Josie, who was sitting on a couch, with her hairbrush in her hand. Once Valeria had forced Alexandra across the redhead’s lap, Josie flipped Alexandra’s miniskirt up and skimmed down her undies, baring her bottom.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy bitches tripping out?”, Alexandra protested.

“I warned you, Alex, if you kept flirting with my boyfriend I would beat your ass. THIS is to prove to you I wasn’t lying.” Josie said, just before she began to spank Alexandra’s ample ass with her hand. Josie’s tiny hand stung like a bee, quickly turning Alexandra’s bottom as pink as bubblegum and she was begging for mercy, “I’m sorry, Josie. I’ll NEVER flirt with Alan again. Please stop now, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Stop now? That was just the opening act. THIS is the main event!” Josie said, picking up her deadly looking hairbrush and crashing it down as hard as she could on Alexandra’s hot bottom. Josie’s hand had stung, but her hairbrush burnt like a fiery blast from a blowtorch. After just a dozen swats, the bawling brunette’s rear was ruby red, with tiny blisters popping up like bubbles floating on a sea of red hot lava. Josie rested her hand on the well punished girl’s derrière, and was shocked by how hot it actually was, sizzling like bacon in a frying pan. But Josie wasn’t done yet.

“Prepare yourself, bitch, it’s time for the grand finale.” Josie said, grinning wickedly, before firing a final volley of extra-hard smacks into Alexandra’s sit-spots and upper tights, ensuring Alexandra wouldn’t be able to sit down for the rest of the tour.

When Josie was finally satisfied, she released Alexandra. Crying uncontrollably, Alexandra began to prance about the room like a circus pony, howling in pain, her mascara running like black tears down her cheeks, She desperately wanted to rub her crimson butt cheeks, but her searing rear was so, so sore, even a gentle caress was painful, so she settled on fanning her flaming fanny with her hands, hoping to create a cooling breeze.

Watching Alexandra’s gyrations, the trio of Pussycats began to laugh uproariously. “Look, girls, Alex just created a groovy new dance.” Melody giggled, “We should write a song to go along with it. We could call it …. The WAH! WAH! Watusi.”