Besides being a basketball coach, Robin was also a competitive body builder, and she was currently using every ounce of strength in her powerful arm to rain down a fiery barrage of slaps to Belinda's boiling bottom. Robin's big strong hand had felt like it was made out of metal, to Belinda, when she first started to spank her. It felt like it was made out of molten metal now. Belinda's derrière had gone from stinging to steaming.
Eve Woods was watching her granddaughter gleefully. She had heard tales about her German neighbor and knew of a long list of reasons why the brazen blonde deserved to have her bottom blistered. If that girl had been one of her students, back when corporal punishment was still legal, she would have paddled the day lights out of her. That gave her an idea. She kept her old school paddle in the hall closet. Better late than never. She winked at Robin and told her she would be right back. Robin saw Eve return with her paddle and smiled. Giving Belinda one final scorching swat she told her to get off of her lap. Belinda, bleating and bawling, began to hop up and down like a bunny, her hands fanning her flaming fanny, shouting, "Mein arsch steht in flamen!" German for "my ass is on fire". And it was. She was shocked, when she saw Robin was now holding a paddle. " NEIN! NEIN! You can't paddle me. You promised!"
Robin aimed the paddle at Belinda like a pistol. "No, I promised I wouldn't tan your hide with a switch. I never said what I would spank you with. So, it's your choice … the paddle … or the police?" "The … the paddle", Belinda said with a sigh, and was told to bend over the back of the couch. Robin raised the wicked looking solid oak paddle, with a series of holes drilled down the length of the blade, and began to gently tap it against Belinda's ruby red rear, which was so sore, even those light taps hurt.
"These are the rufes for this paddling, Belinda, you're to stay in place, bent over the couch, until I tell you to rise. I'm going to give you ten swats. If you move out of position, or try to cover your ass with your hands, that stroke won't count, and you'll get an extra swat. Understand?" Belinda whispered that she did, and gritted her teeth.
Robin drew the paddle back, high above her head, and let it fly, full force into the blonde's cherry red cheeks. Belinda leaped up, off of the couch, her hands flying to her burning bottom, moaning pitifully. Robin patted her behind with the paddle, and told her, "Try to remember the rules of this game, girl. That swat didn't count. You've got ten more to go. Now, BEND BACK OVER THE COUCH!" With tears running down her cheeks, Belinda obeyed her.
Belinda was never very good at taking orders, and ended up getting three more penalty strokes, before Robin told her she was done paddling her. Belinda flew off of the couch, dancing on her tiptoes like a ballerina, yelping in English and German. The last time she had been paddling this hard, she was working at a ski lodge in Switzerland. She remembered how she had sat bare bottomed in a snow bank after that butt blistering, until her popo had cooled down. She was wishing she had two handfuls of snow right now, to hold against her blazing bottom, when Robin told her it was time for her to bend back over the couch.
Stunned, Belinda shouted, her eyes burning as hotly as her bottom, "Verdammt notch mal! Lugner! You said you were only going to paddle me ten times, plus the vier extra swats!" Robin handed the paddle to her grandmother, adding, " I told you the truth, I had only planned on swatting you ten times. But now it's Granny's turn. She wants to give you a final five pops. And I don't know what you're calling us in German, but if you say ONE more word we don't know the meaning of, once Granny is done setting your tail on fire, I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap. And don't think I can't! Now, BEND BACK OVER THE COUCH!"
Belinda did so, reluctantly, thinking, " At least, that feeble old fool will be unable to swing a paddle as hard as her granddaughter. I may not even be able to feel these next five swats." She quickly found out how wrong she was about that. Eve had paddled numerous students over the course of her teaching career, and was an expert at starting fires that lasted for hours. And she knew exactly where to aim her blows, to make sitting down as painful as possible for days to come. Staying in place was nearly impossible for Belinda during this portion of her paddling and she earned herself an additional two swats.
When Robin informed her, her punishment was finally over, Belinda slowly rose off of the back of the couch. Her legs were shaking so badly, she decided she need to sit down, in the same folding chair Robin had been sitting in when she spanked her, and quickly discovered that was a big mistake. She flew back up, like she had just sat on a cactus, and began her second dance of the night, howling like a hungry werewolf, her mascara running down her cheeks.
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