"Please stop spanking me", Belinda cried, "My ass is on fire." The woman spanking Belinda rested her hand on Belinda's behind. Yes, it was warm to the touch, but she wasn't planning on letting Belinda off of her lap, until her plump posterior was positively percolating. She smiled wickedly, as she said, "Belinda, you asked me to give you a spanking, and your butt is just now a lovely shade of pink, I won't be done spanking you until your big ass is the same color as your shiny red boots."

At this point in our story, you must be wondering why Belinda, who hates to be spanked venomously, would ask someone to give her a spanking. To answer that question, we need to go about thirty minutes back in time …

Belinda Krüger, a tall pretty blonde from Germany, with ice blue eyes and a big bouncy bubble butt she was extremely proud of, wasn't just dressed like a devil, in her red latex Halloween costume, complete with horns and a tail, she was as mad as the devil, too. It was Halloween and she had just hosted her first Halloween party here in America. A party she had planned for for months, and had spent a small fortune on, on decorations, snacks and drinks, she had even hired a band. Only to have her party broken up early, when the police had shown up at her front door, to inform her someone had called them, to complain about the ""out of control" party happening at her house, and then forcing all of her guests to leave.

Belinda believed she knew who had called that complaint in. The woman she called Miss Miststück, the German word for "bitch", her elderly neighbor, Eve Woods. She thought that nosy old woman was always spying on her, watching her every move. Well, she was going to pay for ruining her party. Belinda stormed through her house, looking for anything she could use to extract her revenge, and bagging them up as she went. Rolls of toilet paper and paper towels, two rotten tomatoes, and a can of lime green spray paint. She was going to spray paint the word "BITCH" in huge green letters on the side of her neighbor's house that faced her kitchen window, so she could see the old crone's reaction when she saw that in the morning. The big bottomed blonde couldn't stop giggling, thinking about that.

Belinda just assumed someone Mrs. Woods' age would have to be nearly deaf, and would never hear her outside of her house, and if she did catch a glimpse of her, passing by one of her windows, there was no way someone that old and decrepit, could ever catch her. And when she found her house vandalized in the morning, old people were all early risers, she could never prove Belinda was the one responsible, it could have been any of the kids in the neighborhood. Except for freezing her ass off, her Halloween costume left her behind almost completely bare and it was a chilly night, Belinda had never been happier. She had covered Mrs. Woods' house, her car, her yard in toilet paper, thrown the tomatoes at her front door, and was about to spray paint the side of her house, when someone grabbed her tightly by the ear, and shouted for her to drop her can of paint.

Shocked, Belinda squealed, and turned to see who had her ear in their vice-like grip. It was a pretty young woman, about Belinda's age, but taller, probably over six feet tall. And strong. Belinda felt like the stranger was about to rip her ear off. Staring angrily into Belinda's big blue eyes, she commanded the German girl to follow her. Belinda had no choice but to follow that order, if she wanted her ear to stay attached to her head. "Where are you taking me?", Belinda asked nervously.

"Into my grandmother's house", she replied coldly, "We need to have a serious talk, young lady." A SERIOUS TALK! Belinda hated that term, whenever someone told her they needed to talk, Belinda always ended up after that "conversation" crying uncontrollably, and feeling like a hundred hornets had just used her bottom for target practice. For some reason, people were always finding an excuse to give her a spanking. All over the world. And not always just a spanking. Sometimes she was punished with canes and switches and paddles and carpet beaters … the only thing they all had in common was, they had all hurt, like Hell, and had left her ass sore for days. Sometimes so sore she couldn't sit down. She often wondered why so many people had wanted to blister her behind. She decided it was because they had all been jealous of her, since she was young and tall and pretty and German, and they were all envious of her big beautiful bottom. Of course, the real reason was, even in her twenties, Belinda still acted like a spoiled brat, always in trouble, or causing trouble. And had deserved every ass whipping she had ever received. Including the one she was about to get.