Saturday, February 27, 2021

Forest Hill part 1

The name is Erika, 22, newlywed with Eric, 24, a first name match, amazing ! We had a great honey moon in Scotland, Eric had worn a kilt, with navy shorts. I had also worn a kilt, a short one, with white knickers.

Then we bought a house in Forest Hill, a small village by a forest and atop a hill, obviously ! It wasn't one of those new paper-mâché houses. Its a sturdy stone house with a big garden on the edge of the village.

Monday to Friday Eric takes the train from the nearby market town to Birmingham, his office is next door to the station. I also work, part time as a secretary for the local nurse, and take care of our house and its garden.

Since Eric takes the car to the station, I bought a bike and my long legs get plenty of exercise as the supermarket is 5 miles away. The village with its single lane uphill road branching from a very narrow bridge has remained into a time warp with only an old co-op and very few shops.

I work either mornings or afternoons, as the nurse needs me. She is a stern middle aged lady, "Women your age should wear short skirts, not too shorts tho, an inch above the knees..." She didn't have to repeat herself. There isn't too many jobs in the village. She is married to the reverend, a tall bony man looking as a scarecrow.

There's a few more scary middle aged couples, always dressed in black or dark blue. The one of the jelly-belly mayor and his matronly church lady. The burly constable with his grey haired wife who looks like a prison warden. The chief municipal caretaker and the thin downtrodden woman who looks like she wouldn't say boo to a goose. They are the law of the land, and the village is picture perfect...

Most of the men work in Birmingham or Nottingham. The children are picked up by a school bus from the nearby market town. The women are homemakers with the exception of the younger ones, who unmarried or without children, work in the few shops.

Until the nurse, my employer, mentioned that young women should wear skirts I hadn't noticed that most of the women my age wear above the knees dresses or skirts. Eric as probably all the men of the village didn't object. He also has fun pulling up my skirt up...

Then we had a surprise. Saturday morning we overheard Johnathan, our neighbor shouting, "I told you to mow the lawn on Monday and reminded you on Thursday, why haven't you done it ?"

Sophia his wife meekly replied, "I am sorry Hon, the tractor wouldn't start and I forgot to call the mechanic..."

"I am going to give you a spanking, a well deserved spanking !"

Out of curiosity Eric walked around our house to have a better view of their terrace, and I followed with a blush.

He grabbed her by the belt of her jeans miniskirt, unbuckled it and pushed her skirt down her slender legs till it fell on the ground. She started blushing. Then he peeled her knickers down to her knees and pulled her over his lap. She blushed the more. He also gently brought one of her arms behind her back. Then he spanked her. It wasn't a naughty schoolgirl's spanking, it was a long and severe spanking.

Eric with a teasing smiled said, "Lets pay them a visit !"

I objected, "Maybe we should wait a few minutes..."

"You're such a prude ! Hurry up !"

He took my hand, and I had to follow him.

A minute later I was blushing as red as Sophia.

 She had kicked her knickers off, and was pedaling her legs and showing everything. Johnathan acknowledged us, "Almost done !" He was counting aloud, "94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100 !" I understood that she was to receive one hundred smacks. He helped her stand with her crimson butt facing us. "Pick up your knickers and skirt, and get us a couple of beers."

She turned around and we saw that she was red face with moist eyes. I was frozen. Eric told me, "Why don't you help her..." I hurriedly picked up her skirt while she picked up her knickers, and followed her to the kitchen. She was rubbing her fiery derriere.

 "Huh... How may I help ?"

She opened the fridge, grabbed a can of Pepsi and rubbed her glowing bum with it, "Please take two Heineken and bring them to the guys..."

I did and returned. She was pulling up her knickers. "That was quite a spanking ! You're ok ?"

"Oh yes, it wasn't the first one and won't be the last one !"

She had said that without any acrimony or resentment, as if a fact of life. "What did you do, or didn't do ?"

"I haven't mowed the lawn as I was told. The tractor wouldn't start, and I forgot to call the mechanic..."

"You should have called, I would have offered ours..."

From the terrace we heard Joshua, "Honey! They are staying for lunch. I am firing up the barbie..."

Later between two prawns Johnathan with a faked innocent grin teased, "Erika, tell us, has Eric ever spanked your lovely bum ?"

Suitably blushing, I stammered, "Huh... huh..."

Eric with a wide smile, "Dearest tell them of your last spanking..."

I was cornered, and with a deep blush I confessed, "I was spanked three days ago for having messed up our dinner..."

Eric added, "Erika isn't the best cook this side of the Pecos."

Jonathan winked for Eric and further teased, "Did Eric take your knickers down?"

Sophia had an amused smile, and I blushed the more...

I had again stammered and Eric raised his voice, "Erika !"

"Yes Sir..."

They were both determined to having me blush crimson and Eric again commanded, "Erika !"

I had to spell it out, "Yes Sir, Eric took my knickers down..."


To be continued…

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Saturday, February 20, 2021

Girl Guides part 7/7

Cécile's teasing question about the state of my knickers was properly answered with, "We didn't do it !"
"He didn't touch third base ?"
"Yes and no, it was his knee. What about you and Jack ?"
"First and second bases, then Sister Josephina was snooping around and we had to scamper."
"Ah I am leading !"
"Only by one stunt ! You haven't won !"
A few days later, after dinner, our mini chalet welcomed a few friends for a PJ party. Camilla proudly told her first adventure, "His name is Josh, short for Joshua. He had the lamest lines. With my sweetest smile I said, "You're such a romantic boy." He blushed and smiled, but his hand didn't reach over my shoulders. I played with my skirt and gave him a glimpse of my thighs, but I didn't dare flashing my knickers. I closed my eyes and puckered up.
After a few very long seconds, I was about to reopen my eyes and ask, "What are you waiting for ?" Then I felt an arm over my shoulders, and next were his lips, they were so soft. His tongue found mine and they both danced. He had his other hand opening my blouse. He couldn't pull away my bra. I felt shivers down my spine as he cupped one of my titties..."
Dorothy added, "Same here. He couldn't deal with my bra. We need front closing bras !"
Lucinda chimed, "Sister Maria caught me with a front closing bra... She roasted my bum with a leather sole !"
With my best professorial voice I announced, "Bra lesson take one !"
"Bras are a major hurdle for most boys. Pulling down your shoulder straps should help. If your boyfriend isn't too clumsy he should be able to push it down."
Cécile added, "You may also release your bra with having one hand going up under your blouse and unclasping it. It will help that your boyfriend will have already released most of your blouse's buttons..."
Lucinda told, "I also tried a baggy blouse and Sister Maria said that I was taking her for an idiot, and..."
Everyone finished her sentence, "And she roasted your butt !"
Janine asked, "Could we have a practical lesson ?"
Cécile and I agreed. Janine, Lucinda and co dashed back to their chalets for their blouses and bras. A few minutes later I announced, "Bra lesson take two !"
I had my arm over Camilla's shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse's buttons with my other hand. "At this point you should unbutton the buttons that your boyfriend missed, and wriggle one hand behind your back..."
"Don't wriggle too much. Boys are very shy creatures. He might think that you aren't happy with his ministrations..." Camilla fumed, "Lowering the shoulder straps doesn't help !" I had to agree. "That works only with lighter bras..." She added, "It sure doesn't work with those boy-proof uniform bras, and I can't unclasped it with one hand !"
Janine laughed, "Those bras were invented by a mean old Sister !"
Lucinda mentioned, "I have to attach mine with both hands on my tummy to see what am doing."
Cécile who was training Dorothy suggested, "Bring both your hands behind your back..."
Janine, Lucinda and co were next...
Suddenly Sister Maria and Sister Josephina invited themselves to our party...
"What have we got here ? How to help a boy deal with one's bra ! A special practical lesson by our naughty girls extraordinaire, Brigitte and Cécile..."
After a short but suspense full silence, came the order,
"All of you take off your pajama bottoms and knickers, if wearing any !"
  We all blushed as we stood with our curls on show under our uniform blouses. We also had wide eyes for the leather soles they pulled out of their pockets...
Our friends were first, and after fifty smacks each they stood with wet eyes and both hands rubbing their very red and very hot buns.
Then it was our turn. They had us draped across their knees and vigorously smacked us. I felt four smacks for my bum and two for my upper thighs. That pattern was repeated ten times. That was 60 smacks, and I lost count as she continued. For each smacks to my thighs I echoed Cécile's, "OH! AH! OUCH!" I imagined how Jeremy would have enjoyed the show as I pedaled for the Tour de la Fessée.
We also had wet eyes, but we didn't rub. It was still a draw for our contest of who's the naughtiest girl...
Cécile and Brigitte
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Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Girl Guides part 6

Ten long minutes later we were called out of our corners. We pulled our skirts down to cover our still incandescent derrieres. We politely asked, "May we please have our knickers back..." After a nod from Sister Maria we climbed on the sisters' dining room platform, and grabbed our knickers.

We didn't put them back on as we followed Dorothy and Camilla to our mini chalet for a royal after spanking treatment. They also enthusiastically cheered us, "Those pranks were awesome, and you took them spankings so bravely !"

For the reminder of the day we played beach volleyball and swam, and the cool lake water felt great. We didn't care that our bikinis showed our well roasted bums. Cécile was again told that her bikini should be plain Girl Guide blue or else !

Then it was Sunday with morning service followed by barbecue lunch at the boys' campsite. A number of girls had their thighs slapped for having rolled up their skirts. One even got a bare bottom spanking for having forgot her bra. We had advised our roommates, "Boys love to be teased ! They are even shyer with girls who have it all on show..."

Their campsite was on the other side of the lake. Our school bus couldn't take all of us, one of the boys' masters came with their school bus. Although it's a Scottish boy scouts camp with all the boys wearing kilts, he was wearing pants. Cécile advised our roomies, "Boys will try to catch a glimpse of your knickers, and you should also play that game with trying to see the color of their shorts !"

I added, "And its a legend that boys wear nothing under their kilts !"

The boys we had met in the train were waiting for us and they gave us chaste pecks on the cheeks. We assembled in front of a stage with all the sisters and counselors. We sat on tree trunks and stumps. I winced and Harry noticed that, "Still tender ?"

I raised both eyebrows as if asking, "What exactly were you told ?"

"Rumors have been around that you and Cécile have pranked the sisters and were copiously spanked with wooden hairbrushes..."

"And ?!"

"Spanked on your bare bottoms in front of everyone in the dinning room .... and had to stand in the corner with your glowing bums on show ..."

I blushed...

"And none of you cried or rubbed !"

I smiled.

We got a sermon from the boys' Head Counselor about procrastination and Jeremy got the message with extending a hand to caress one of my knees. I didn't protest, I even allowed my skirt to wiggle down to offer a better view of my thighs. 

Sister Maria lead the singing. "How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?"

Then it was the barbecue lunch, Jeremy was lucky not to have drawn a specific chore. He only had to entertain me. He did that very well ! I got carrot and celery sticks dipped into tarama, sausages rolled into bacon, l amb chops and a gentle pat on my bottom.

Then I overheard a couple of goody two shoes, "Look at that brazen bizom ! She's flashing that boy !" I hurriedly closed my legs and adjusted my skirt. Jeremy had a wide grin, he had had an eyeful...

I tried to turn my head around as I was pulled up by an ear as a little girl. I heard Sister Ursulina. "Come along nicely or I'll pull you through the camp by the ear !" I obediently followed her to the office of a camp counselor. She sat and pulled me over her knees, "I am going to teach you not to show your knickers to the boys..."

Five minutes later, still blushing, and refraining from tell tale rubbing of my fiery bum I did my best to act as if nothing had happened. I could hear some giggling and comments, "I'll bet that she won't be showing her knickers to that boy for some time !" I now knew that some had heard the resounding spanking I got.

Jeremy was very nice and gave me a hug with my back against a friendly tree and away from prying eyes. His hands were on my bottom between the tree and me. He gently rubbed my skirt over my throbbing derriere. His tongue played with mine for the none too chaste kiss that followed. One of his knees gently opened my legs, and it was so Oh! Ah! Hot!

Later Cécile teased, "Did you wet your knickers ?"

Cécile and Brigitte

To be continued...


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Saturday, February 6, 2021

Girl Guides part 5

Sister Agatha was surprised, her shampoo wasn't foaming as it should, and it had a foul smell. She again tried to have it foaming with running her fingers through her hair. It still wouldn't foam and it released more of that smell. "Another silly French formula, after the face cream with snail slime, the wee-wee shampoo !"
She rinsed her hair and had a big whiff from her usual bottle of shampoo. "Pouah!" With a bathrobe she went looking for shampoo from her next door colleague. She didn't go far, she met all of them in the corridor and heard Sister Maria telling, "Spicy Wasabi Japanese mustard in my toothpaste !" Sister Ursulina chimed back, "Liquid soap in my mouth wash !" Sister Josephina added, "Dead flies in my face cream !"
Sister Maria had her colleagues nodding as she summed up and offered a battle plan, "We have been pranked, and we can't expect the naughty girls to own up because we ask. We have to trick them..."
After more nodding from Sister Ursulina she shared her suspicion and exposed her plan, "I an quite sure that it was those Frenchs, they were on cleaning duty yesterday morning. We will say nothing, we will smile as usual and they will be disappointed. They will want to have a repeat, and we'll set up miniature video cameras in our bathrooms...."
Ten minutes later it was breakfast time and Cécile and Brigitte were expecting to discreetly triumph with fuming sisters demanding culprits. Their roommates who were told of the pranks, turned to them with questioning eyebrows. I whispered, "We did do it all, as we told you !" Cécile confirmed with, "Oui, we did !"
The day's chores were drawn and we again drew cleaning duty. It was very rare to draw the same chores two days in a row. We should have been suspicious. We weren't and daringly repeated our pranks.
Next morning the sisters were again smiling, and Camilla and Dorothy giggled. We were losing face. I drew a yellow ball. The blackboard revealed that I had drawn a day off, our roomies smiled. Then sister Maria announced a "Movie matinée". They wheeled the big screen telly from the library and connected a laptop. Then we discovered that we were the stars of the show with Cécile pouring liquid soap into a bottle of mouth wash, and me spicing up a tube of toothpaste...
"Brigitte and Cécile please stand and take a bow for those performances !" We did and even smiled when a few girls discreetly applauded. Next we were invited to stand on the sisters' platform, 7 or 8 inches above the dining room. Sister Maria teased, "You are going to be awarded a BB badge, which isn't related to Brigitte Bardot. The BB badge is for burning bottoms." 
 I was unceremoniously pulled over the knees of Sister Agatha and Cécile was bent over Sister Josephina's knees. With our heads pointing the same way we could see each others face, and all the girls standing and eagerly watching. Without decorum our uniform skirts were pulled up and our knickers peeled down. I hurriedly closed my legs.
I soon felt that is wasn't the hand of the dear Sister Agatha warming up my bum. It reminded me of grandma's mahogany hairbrush. Oh! Ouch! She is roasting my buns with a hairbrush ! "SMACK! SMACKK!! SMACKKK!!! SMACKKKK!!!! SMACKKKKK!!!!!" SMACKKKKK!!!!!! SMACKKKKK!!!!!!! SMACKKKKK!!!!!!!"
"OUCH! OUiCH!! OUiiCH!!! OUiiiCH!!!! OUiiiiCH!!!!! OUiiiiiCH!!!!!!"
She was tanning my ass. I stomped my feet. I pedaled. I wriggled. She brought my right arm behind my back and continued. In this position I could see a few girls laughing and giggling. “She doesn’t look so cool now does she ?” and “Oh I think she is going to cry, poor thing !” Then they burst out laughing. I gritted my teeth and didn't cry ! I even smiled for a millisecond when I heard Camilla answer the teasers, "Oh shut up ! You're nothing but spineless goody two shoes !"
Then she had me standing with my knickers around my ankles, and my skirt as the entr'acte curtain dropped to cover my fiery moon. Sisters Ursulina and Maria were next. Both my wrists were grabbed behind my back and a knee was pushed between my legs as my skirt was again raised. I couldn't tell if I blushed as red as my derriere when I imagined what I was showing. I understood that part one was played by an amateur, part two was the work of a maestro ! I didn't try to figure the feminine of maestro. I was too busy singing the well punished naughty girl's song, "OUiCH! OUiiCH!! OUiiiCH!!! OUiiiiCH!!!! OUiiiiCH!!!!! OUiiiiiiCH!!!!!!" I sang it even louder than before when she smacked my thighs, "OUiCH! OUiiCH!! OUiiiCH!!! OUiiiiCH!!!! OUiiiiCH!!!!! OUiiiiiiCH!!!!!!"
I was finally stood up and my skirt was rolled up above my blazing butt. A few girls mouthed some "Oh! Whoa!" I had sent my knickers flying, the good sister picked them up. "After ten minutes in the corner you will nicely ask for them..."
In the corner I exposed my glowing and burning bum, but I hadn't rubbed. I would later be told that Cécile had also refrained from rubbing.
Cécile and Brigitte
To be continued...

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