Once inside her grandmother's house, Robin Woods, released Belinda's ear and locked the door behind her. In the dark, Robin thought Belinda was a naughty teenage girl, who she had planned on giving a good hard spanking, before calling the girl's parents, who she hoped would give her another spanking once she got back home, but she was surprised to see Belinda was probably around the same age she was, twenty-four. Being an adult, she knew she only had one course of action, and led Belinda into the kitchen, where her grandmother was making a pot of coffee. "Granny," Robin said, looking at Belinda with fire burning in her eyes, " I just caught this … woman vandalizing your house. She was just about to spray paint the side of your house when I stopped her."

Eve Woods was shocked to see she knew the woman her granddaughter had just accused of doing such a horrible thing. "Why, that's my neighbor, Belinda Kruger. Why would you do such a thing, girl?" Belinda, hands on her hips, replied, "Because you called the cops and complained about the party I was having at my house and they forced everybody to leave. I had that party planned for months and had spent a lot of money on it, and you RUINED it!", she shouted, before calling Mrs. Woods a miststück.

Robin had no idea what that word meant, but she knew it was something she never wanted to hear somebody call her grandmother. She had never wanted to spank someone more than she did this hateful German blonde. "My grandmother didn't file that noise complaint. She was at my house all night. I had just driven her back here, when I heard you in her backyard. Granny, I've heard enough of this overaged brat's bullshit, call the police."

THE POLICE! When the police were at her house earlier, they had warned her, if they had to return to her house again tonight, she would be arrested. Especially now, since she had just been caught vandalizing her neighbor's house. She began to plead for mercy, "Please, don't call the police. If I'm arrested, I could be deported, and lose everything I worked so hard to achieve here, in America." Robin said, "WellII, I don't want to get anybody deported. And I did stop you, before you caused too much damage." Robin considered her options, would this girl with the strange accent allow her to spank her big booty, if she agreed to not call the cops? She knew she would have to get her written permission first. Robin was a basketball coach at the local college, and sometimes spanked the girls on her team. But only when they knew they deserved it, and agreed to be punished that way. Robin had different degrees of spankings, from mild to hard. This Belinda deserved the hardest one she could give, for what she had done, and called her grandmother. Hell, this girl deserved to be spanked and then sent back out into her grandmother's yard to cut a switch off of her willow tree.

Robin turned to Eve and asked her, "Do you remember what you did when I was still a teenager, and the police caught me and two of my friends causing trouble on Halloween night? You gave all three of us a spanking and then sent us outback to cut switches off of your willow trees. Damn, did that ever sting. I had welts for a week. If this girl was just caught, doing the same thing I did, don't you think she deserves the same punishment I got?"

Belinda began to shiver. A SWITCH! Belinda knew she was probably going to get a spanking, the minute Robin had snatched her up by her ear. Belinda's big bottom was like a spanking magnet. Everybody wanted to paint it red. But a switching! Belinda hated those. Each stroke of the switch left a long thin line of living fire. Which quickly turned into sizzling welts. Belinda had to be at work early in the morning, and she didn't want to spend the whole day there, feeling like she was sitting on a red-hot grill.

Belinda began to cry, "Please, I guess … maybe … I do deserve a spanking … for what I did. If you don't call the police, I'll let you do that. But, please, don't switch me."

Robin smiled and quickly agreed to that proposal, thinking, if this girl thinks she's getting off easy with just a playful spanking, she's about to find out how painfully wrong she is. The coach of the boys' basketball team had recently made a bet with her. The team that scored the most points that night, the boys or the girls, would get to give the losing coach a bare bottom spanking. He thought it was a no-lose situation. If he won, not only did he get to see Robin adorable little ass, he got to spank it, too. If he lost, there was no way a woman could hurt him with a mere spanking. Hell, he might even enjoy it. He didn't. Robin had that "big strong man" crying and begging for mercy, way before she was done setting his egotistical ass on fire.

After sitting down to write out a note giving Robin permission to spank her, the last time Belinda would be sitting comfortably for a while, Robin led her over to a folding chair and guided Belinda across her waiting lap. "I'm really going to enjoy this, " Robin thought, raising her big strong hand into the air.