After a few seconds of amusingly watching Belinda doing the bunny hop, Molly said, “Back over, Belinda, you’re got FIVE more swats coming.” Having been paddled so many times by Mr. Wilson, Molly knew EXACTLY where to aim the paddle to cause the most pain, and the longest lasting after effects.

After the sixth and final swat, Belinda was a mess, crying uncontrollably. She slid off of the back of the couch, and fell to the floor. It felt like Molly had branded her plump posterior with a white hot branding iron. Mr. Wilson helped her to her feet, her legs trembling. He then handed her a cold can of soda, but instead of drinking it, she held it gingerly against her blood red bottom. After a few more minutes, Belinda had composed herself enough to pull her panties back up and skirt back down, which all those now felt two sizes too small. Mr. Wilson walked her to the front door, trying to comfort her, “Belinda, you took that paddling bravely”, he lied, “I hope that will remind you to be more careful in the future.”

Belinda managed to smile, “Don’t worry, that’s one paddling I’m NEVER going to forget. But I’m worried about how Miss McCray will treat me in the future. She has a mean streak, and if she thinks I’m the reason she ever gets another spanking, she’ll take it on me when she returns to work.”

Mr. Wilson smiled at her reassuringly, “All of my employees have my phone number, if you ever think Molly is treating you unfairly, call me, and I’ll... have a talk with her.“ He then gave Belinda a wink and a gentle tap on her bottom with his hand, that made her yelp, and went back inside.

Once outside, Belinda saw it had began to snow. Walking into Molly’s backyard, where she would be hidden in the shadows, Belinda raised her skirt and lowered her panties, letting the freezing winter wind cool down her bare blazing hot behind. She sat on a snowman and stood there for a while, until she decided she best head on home. Passing by Molly’s living room, she gave a final quick glance into her window, and was shocked to see Molly was now across Mr. Wilson’s lap with a bar of soap clenched between her teeth. Mr. Wilson had a metal ruler in his hand. His hand was moving so rapidly the metal ruler was a shiny blur as it rained down a vicious volley of stinging swats to Molly’s deep red rear. Belinda would had loved to stayed and watched more of that, but the last thing she wanted tonight was ANOTHER spanking. Smiling, she headed home, happy knowing she wouldn’t be the only one at the office Monday morning having a hard time staying seated.