Belinda sat in the dark, trembling from the cold, with her bare bottom sank deep into a snow bank, behind a roughneck bar, in west Texas. Her roaring hot rear causing the snow to sizzle and turn to steam. With tears running down her pretty face, she sobbed softly, “ Brrrrr … I’m freezing but my popo is STILL on fire! Verdammt, Krampus tore my ass up! I’m won’t be able to sit down for a week!” when she heard a man behind her say, “Young lady, what are doing out here, sitting half naked, in the snow, behind a bar I doubt you’re even old enough to go in to?”

Without turning around to see who had just spoken to her, Belinda snarled, “I don’t have to answer any of your silly questions, mister, leave me the fuck alone and mind your own business!”

The man, turned on a flashlight he had in his hand and shined in on Belinda, “This IS my business! Pull your pants up, you’re coming with me.”

“I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU, YOU …” Belinda shouted as she turned around to see the man who just spoke to her was … “A POLICEMAN! I’m sorry, Officer, I didn’t know you were a member of the police force. Thanks for checking on me, but I’m OK. I’m going home now.” Belinda said, as she quickly pulled her pants back up. Pants that now felt two sizes too small and rubbed painfully against the mass of red hot welts Krampus had burnt into her chubby butt cheeks.

“Not until you tell me your name, young lady, and why you’re sitting bare assed naked behind a bar in the middle of the night.” the officer, Johnny Black, said, stopping Belinda from leaving, by holding onto her arm.

“My name is Belinda Kruger, and I’m from Germany. And I didn’t take my pants off, Krampus did, so he could spank me with what you call switches here in Texas.” the pixie-faced blonde said, as she caressed the seat of her pants, feeling the heat radiating off off her boiling bottom in waves.

“HE DID? That’s assault. I’ll arrest him for that. Can you describe this Krampus fella to me?”, Johnny said, suddenly feeling sorry for Belinda.

“Well”, Belinda began, “He’s about seven feet tall, with big horns. He’s covered in jet black fur, except for his face. That’s red. His tongue is about two feet long. Oh, and he has hooves.”

The officer was shocked to hear such an outlandish tale. Was this girl crazy or on drugs? Either way, he was going to have to take her down to the police station. “OK, miss, please put your hands behind your back. I’m going to have to run you downtown.”

“WHY? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Belinda pleaded.

“For indecent exposure and being intoxicated, or on drugs. We won’t know for sure which until we have you tested at the station.” Johnny said as he removed his handcuffs.

“But I’m NOT drunk. Well, maybe just a little bit. But I was already punished for that. On December fifth, Krampus disciplines all of the naughty boys and girls, no matter how old they are, for all of the things they did wrong this year. Mostly in Europe, but I guess he made a special trip to America just to see me. And believe me, he gave it to me good this time. OWIE! I feel like I sat on a red hot stove.” Belinda pouted as she rubbed her blistered bottom.

“Oh, yes, the seven foot tall demon with a tongue like Gene Simmons. I’m sorry, that story is a little hard to swallow. Please place your hands behind your back, Belinda, you’re under arrest.”

“Please don’t arrest me. I know my story is hard to believe but it’s true. And if you arrest me, I’ll lose my job. I’m a school teacher.”, Belinda begged.

“You’re a SCHOOL TEACHER? “ Johnny said angrily, “You’re suppose to be a role model for your students. And you’re out here in the middle of the night, half naked behind a bar? What would you do if you caught one of your students behaving that way?”

“I guess, I would … paddle them.” Belinda said softly.

“That’s a good idea. I think that’s exactly what you deserve too.” Johnny said, his eyes burning fiery.

Belinda gasped. Was he being serious? Did he want to give her ANOTHER spanking, with her ass STILL sizzling hot from what Krampus had just done to it? “Please, you’re right, I guess I do deserve a spanking but I was just birched by Krampus. If you don’t believe me I can show you my butt. It’s cherry red. And covered with welts.” she said, reaching to undo her belt.

“Stop that, Belinda, disrobing in front of an officer of the law is a crime, too, and you’re already in enough trouble. And no, I don’t believe a demon just spanked you, but if he did you deserved it. And you deserve to be spanked now, too. So, that’s my offer to you. We’ll walk over to that bench, you’ll lay across my lap and let me tan your hide, or I’ll arrest you. What’s your choice?”

Tears began to pour out of Belinda’s big blue eyes, as she clutched her roasting rear. Even through her jeans she could feel the welts running back and forth, all across her well punished posterior and half way down the back of her legs. Looking at Johnny’s muscular arms and big, strong hands made her tremble. Even if he just spanked her with his hand, over her jeans, her swollen bottom was already throbbing and as hot as Georgia asphalt in August, another spanking right now would be excruciatingly painful. But what choice did she have? She couldn’t afford to lose her job.

Belinda whimpered, “ You can… spank me.”

Johnny took her by the hand and walked over to the bench. He cleared the snow from the bench with his nightstick, and sat down, pointing at his lap. Biting her bottom lip, Belinda sprawled across his lap. Johnny admired Belinda’s big, full bottom, which, unknown to Johnny, was even bigger than normal right now. Johnny had given the same offer to a lot of women over the years, take a spanking or go to jail, to shoplifters, speeders, runaways … he loved spanking naughty girls, watching them squirm and squeal. But his favorite type of woman to spank was blue-eyed blondes with big bubble butts. He was really going to enjoy setting Belinda’s big bouncy butt on fire.

He patted Belinda’s left butt cheek gently, but Belinda’s butt was so sore, even that stung, before raising his hand as high as he could, and then crashing it like thunder into her ample ass cheek. Sitting in the frozen snow had helped to cool down Belinda’s bottom, a little, at least until the pain was manageable, but one single slap from Johnny’s huge hand quickly reigned the fires started by Krampus and his switches. Belinda felt like Johnny had just sat a hot iron on her left butt cheek. And within seconds, her right, too. He continued, right, left, right, left, then squarely in the middle, over and over until Belinda’s big bottom was blazing hot and she was howling for mercy. He then attacked her “sit spots” with even harder slaps. He smiled wickedly, wondering what Belinda’s students would think tomorrow, watching their teacher squirming in her seat, struggling to remain seated.

Satisfied that the bawling blonde had learned her lesson, a lesson she would remember every time she tried to sit down for the rest of the week, he released her. Jumping to her feet, Belinda snatched up two huge handfuls of snow, and held them against her deep fried fanny, while dancing around in circles. Johnny was so preoccupied with blistering Belinda’s big bottom, he hadn’t noticed the bar had emptied out, it’s patrons curious about the noise from outside. Watching Belinda dance, they began to applaud, and complementing Johnny on a job well done.

Belinda was too busy dancing "the bad girl's boogie" to notice a dark haired woman in the crowd was filming her on her phone. Vickie Smoot, a teacher who worked at the same school as Belinda. A school with a principal, Principal Ferguson, who believed in using corporal punishment, but not just on misbehaving students, but on any member of her staff she felt deserved it. Principal Ferguson had lit Vickie's ass up just last week, and she still had the bruises to prove it. Miss Ferguson had discovered Vickie had been changing the grades of a boy in her class, the son of the man she was currently dating, to help him win a scholarship. Principal Ferguson was furious, and gave Vickie a paddling she would never forget. When she left the principal's office, Belinda had been sitting in the hallway, smiling like The Cheshire Cat. "Why, Vickie, what's wrong? It looks like you've been crying. Come here and sit down beside me and tell me what's wrong." the German brat said, with a smirk. Vickie knew if Belinda was sitting right outside of the principal"s office she must had heard her getting her bottom blistered and knew the last thing she wanted to do right then, was to sit down. Storming past Belinda, back to her classroom, she heard Belinda giggling all of the way down the hall. " Well, you bitch" the dark haired beauty whispered to herself, "Let's see who's laughing after I show this to Principal Ferguson. I bet when she's done with you, you'll feel like your fat ass just got barbecued."

When Belinda was finally able to stand still, on shaky legs, with her tiny hands furiously trying to rub the biting burning pain away from her twice scorched ass, she asked her punisher, “Can I please go home now?”

“Yes, but you admitted to me you had been drinking, so I can’t allow you to drive home.” Johnny said, raising from the bench.

“But I live clear across town.” Belinda complained, “At the Bay View Apartments. It’ll take me over an hour to walk home.”

“I guess I could give you a ride home, and you can have somebody pick your car up tomorrow. Follow me to my police cruiser. “ Johnny said as he waved goodbye to the cheering crowd.

Opening the door to his car, Belinda, knowing how painful sitting down at that moment was going to be, climbed into the backseat, and laid face down, with her butt high in the air, until Johnny gave her plump posterior a mighty swat. “This is a police cruiser. I can’t allow you to ride like that, sit down and put your seat belt on.” Wincing, Belinda reluctantly did that.

Pulling off of the bar’s parking lot, Johnny watched Belinda in his rear view mirror, as she struggled to find a way to sit comfortably, raising one blazing butt cheek off of the car seat, only put more pressure on the other one, causing the welts and blisters on that side to itch and burn even brighter. She placed her arms down by her sides, and attempted to raise her punished posterior off of the car seat, but her seatbelt was so tight, it slammed her right back down, forcing her to shout "MY POPO!" while gritting her teeth. Johnny laughed when he heard that. He had no idea what a "popo" was, but he guessed it was German for the part of her anatomy that was responsible for his right hand hurting. Johnny smiled, knowing if his hand was hurting, Belinda must be feeling like she was sitting on two red hot fireballs. He wished he could see the results of his handiwork. as hard as he had spanked her, the naughty schoolteacher's butt probably looked like two over ripe tomatoes, with purple bruises forming in the center of each of her crimson butt cheeks. Watching her squirm, Johnny remembered a back road he could take back to Belinda's apartment, A road desperately in need of repair, and covered in potholes. Smiling sinisterly, he said to Belinda, "I know a shortcut back to.your apartment, but prepare yourself, this ride may be a little ... bumpy."