When back home, Pop was still at work and Mom was out shopping. I was relieved to avoid questions for my still reddened thighs, and changed in soft PJ.
Later, I tossed in bed as I remembered every steps of my earlier spanking, being pulled over the knees of Mr Burlington, feeling my skirt being raised and my knickers taken down, tightly closing my thighs, and being spanked till pedaling my legs and showing everything.
I scolded myself, you can't say that you didn't deserve it!
Then there was the food court, and the tram with my miniskirt showing glimpses my well smacked thighs. Betty did her best to remain behind me, and did somewhat shield me, but I spotted a few knowing grins.
I eventually slept remembering the embarrassment, and admitted, that I had deserved it.
There was only two weeks till the end of the hols, and having to return to our secretarial school. I did my best, but again failed, and was given the belt, twelve strokes without my skirt and knickers. Boy did I dance!
Till the last week Betty thought she would be home free, but she lost a very important file, and got six with the tawse. She said that it was worse than her father's belt. I sure didn't want to compare.
Mr and Mrs Burlington offered Champagne on our last day, and invited us to fill up the gaps for the Christmas and Easter hols. Considering the generous salary and perks we enthusiastically accepted. Anna and Maria gave us high five!
Back at our secretarial school, old Mrs Pearson was happy, we hadn't disappointed her. She winked as she said. "I am hoping that you have learned to apply yourselves!"
We blushed as we understood that she was told about our shortcomings and subsequent retributions.
Betty and I did well till a month before Christmas, then we flunked an exam. Our term wasn't in jeopardy, but Miss Pearson wasn't happy. She wrote to our parents, Betty tasted her father's belt, and I was 'only' scolded. She teasingly said that I should have been belted.
Two weeks before the Christmas break, I badly failed a quiz. I was only a routine quiz; it wasn't catastrophic. Betty hadn't failed it. She said that I wouldn't have failed it if I had been belted.
I didn't sleep too well that night. I had to admit that I have again been slacking.
A week later, Betty and I visited Mr Burlington to confirm that we would be available to fill in the gaps during the Christmas period. He warmly greeted us, and we followed him down to the secretariat for a cup of coffee and work the dates of our interim with the girls.
After having worked out those dates he questioned us about our grades. Betty was all smiles as she enthusiastically reported a B average. I wasn't as enthusiastic, and he frowned. "Lisa! Whats your average grade for that term?"
I blushed and whispered. "C minus Sir."
He turned to Anna with whom we had worked last summer. "Anna, you reported a C at your part time Adult Education Community Service, and what happened?"
Head down and blushing like a schoolgirl she mumbled. "I was given the twa... tawse, Sir."
"How many smacks?"
"Si... six, Sir."
He then turned back towards me. "Lisa take off your knickers and raise your skirt."
I blushed crimson, and remained frozen on the spot.
"Now!"
I looked around, there was Anna, Maria, and Betty who had witness my bare bottom spanking, and the other two secretaries I didn't know since they were having their summer break.
The pesky little wheels between my ears chimed. You deserve to be punished!
I felt myself glowing.
Mr B repeated. "Knickers off and skirt up!"
Lisa and co
To be continued...
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