Once Belinda's bottom went from sizzling to simply smoldering, and she was able to speak coherently again, she asked Eve Woods, "Can I please go now?" Handing Belinda a trash bag, Eve said, "Yes, child, you can go now … and clean up the mess you made in my backyard before my neighbors see it. " Belinda was about to tell Eve where she could go, when Robin added, patting her grandmother's paddle against her palm, "Blondie, if you're thinking you can just run back home, once you leave this house, remember I still have the note you gave me giving me permission to spank you and I know where you live." Belinda NEVER wanted to feel the bite of that paddle again, so she accepted the trash bag, saying, "Thank you, Ma'am." and stormed out of the house.

It was freezing cold outside, but Belinda was grateful for that. The chilly October air was helping to put out the fires still raging all across her big bottom. "This was the worse Halloween ever", she thought, " Not only was my party a bust, I got my butt busted too. Good and proper. At least this night will be over soon. Nothing else bad could possible happen now." Belinda may be a lot of things, but she's no prophet. Things can always get worse, as she was about to find out, when she heard a man shout, " PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD. YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"

Shocked, Belinda raised her hands, asking the officer why he was placing her under arrest. The policeman, Victor Hannibal, told her, " We received a call that a pretty blonde, dressed in a devil costume, was vandalizing Mrs. Woods' house. You match that description perfectly." Belinda was an expert at getting into trouble, but never very good at getting back out of it, but she always tried to, "Yes, it does, Officer, but that's not me, I mean it was me, but not now. I'm not vandalizing this house. I'm cleaning up the mess I made."

Victor chuckled when he heard that, " Why would you TP this house and then clean up the mess you made?" Belinda was too embarrassed to tell him why, "Because, I did do that, and then, the Woods, the old woman and her granddaughter, had a … talk … with me, showed me the errors of my ways, and I decided to clean up the mess I made."

A TALK? Victor was one of Eve Woods' former students and a troubled child, always getting into trouble. Eve had had quite a few "talks" with him back then. But he was thankful for every paddling she had ever given him now, because he knew she only did that, because she cared about him, and wanted him to choose the right path in life. And with her guidance he had. He knew exactly what Belinda's meant when she said the Woods had had a "talk" with her. Her beet red and swollen backside showed him just how painful of a "talk" that was. And he knew, if she had vandalized his mentor's house, the home of one of the sweetest women he's ever met, then she deserved to spend the rest of the week unable to sit down comfortably.

"I can see the results of the "talk" you had with the Woods, and I have to say, I believe you deserved that. And while they may had forgiven you, I caught you committing a crime, and I'll still have to arrest you.", Victor said removing a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Belinda started to cry, " Please don't arrest me, I'll be deported. I'm sorry, and I'm trying to repair any damage I did tonight. Plus, I was already punished for what I did. I was spanked AND paddled." Victor said, "If I had caught my teenage daughter doing what you just did, to one of the nicest women I know, I would have spanked and paddled her, too, and then I would had sent her out to cut me a switch!" A SWITCH? Belinda's worse fear. But even that would be better than being deported. Would this officer agree to let her go if she gave him permission to give her a switching?

He happily agreed to that proposal and five minutes later, Belinda's backside was covered with fiery welts, like a million bright red ribbons, each one a separate line of white-hot fire. Seeing Mrs. Woods had a birdbath in her backyard, Belinda made a mad dash for it, and slowly lowered her blazing bottom into the ice-cold water, making sure her well punished posterior remained just above the bottom of the bowl.

Victor felt sorry for the young lady, watching her sob uncontrollably. Sure, she had deserved the switching he had just given her, and hoped it had taught her a lesson, but like most men, he hated to see a woman cry. He lifted her out of the birdbath and carried her home, where he sat her down on her porch, on her feet, he knew if he had sat her down in a chair, she would had began to cry even louder. He then told her he would finish cleaning up Mrs. Woods' yard for her, that she needed to go in out of the cold before she caught pneumonia.

Belinda noticed for the first time, a gentle snow had just started to fall. Looking up into the officer's caring eyes, Belinda smiled, one of the most beautiful smiles Victor had ever seen, and said, " I think this is the first time I've ever been freezing and burning up at the same time. Thank you for not arresting me, Officer Hannibal."

Standing on her tippy-toes, she gave Victor a quick kiss on the cheek, and disappeared into her house, heading right for her fridge, where she kept a constant supply of ice-packs. Belinda never knew when she would be returning home with her bottom burning like a bonfire, and would need all of the help she could get to cool it down.