Back home, the girl in the mirror of my bathroom watched me rubbing my bum and thighs with the first cream I had found.
Nothing you can do about it! You got a good belting, and it will show on your thighs when back at work tomorrow, and don't forget that you have to wear your shortest mini; and admit that it was well deserved!
I did admit it, and felt two inches shorter. I was again a 6th former who got the belt for a poor report card.
Then I was ravenous, and remembered Mama's pasta with shrimps and mussels in a tomato and basil sauce. I rubbed my bum, and happily prepared it!
I slept well that night.
Oh! Whoa! There's no doubt about it, you got your bum well belted, like a lazy school girl. You better keep your skirt down.
I bent forward, saw my reddish upper thighs, and felt like a school girl!
At the bank, I actually didn't have to bend forward, but Camilla had a strange smile when she spotted me tugging down my mini.
When it was time for closing and for me to help her, Miss Morrison entered my office and ordered, "Both of you naughty girls in my office!"
We followed her and she had us sit around her big desk. "I will be supervising your homework!"
She did more than supervising us, she also helped us with it.
At 6 pm she released us, and Camilla teased. "You visited the Fessée Institute!"
I blushed.
"You've tugged your skirt just about every five minutes."
I blushed the more.
"It must have been quite stingy, what was it ?"
I eventually had to tell her. "It was fifteen with a belt..."
"Fifteen! Naughty girl!"
"I had missed the first appointment..."
We went to a pub for a drink, and I asked. "Who knows about the Fessée Institute?"
"Well, it isn't exactly public knowledge, but it isn't a big secret."
"How did you discover it ?"
"I found a flyer under my windshield wiper with a ticket for an expired meter time."
"What about the flyer in the signature folder, it was you ?"
She laughed. "Yes!"
"And these two times that you took an hour off work were about visiting the Institute?"
"Yes!"
"And it was Miss Morrison?"
"Yes, the first time, and..."
She stopped short and hide her blushing behind her hands.
"Who..."
"It was the Saint Mary's chaplain..."
"A man!"
"Yes..."
"And... he was..."
"He was very proper, and more severe than Miss M..."
"Ah!"
"You never know who it will be..."
"And so far you only know of these two?"
"Yes..."
"You've seen anyone we know ?"
"I had my nose on the wall while waiting, you know..."
"Yes..."
"And I think I saw Josy...."
"Josy! The Josy from the flower shop?"
"Yep."
"She works with her mother who owns the shop, why doesn't she correct her herself?"
It was puzzling, we didn't debate it, we drove back to our respective home...
Abigail and Camilla
To be continued...
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