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I got three days off from med school with my sore knee, but Meghan and Marjorie took turn bringing me plenty of preps and homework. Ma'am came every days and saw that I did it all, but I was spank free ! She also brought me more of her great home cooking. That hooligan was identified by the pub's head waiter, and he bought me a new bike to avoid a lawsuit.
A month later Meghan wanted to attend the opening matinee of the latest Bridget movie to be followed with autograph signing by the leading actors. She had convinced Marjorie, and the two of them worked me over, "The lab is always crowed !" That was true. "Jeremiah and Chloe skipped it a week ago and they weren't missed." I nodded, Chloe had told me of her romantic escapade. Then my naughty friends used the sledgehammer argument, "Hugh is such a heartthrob !"
I resisted, and Marjory queried, "Has he got a hairy chest ?"
Meghan had no doubt, "Yes!"
I surrendered, "Count me in !"
Then it was the day ! We had packed our super daring jeans and we changed in the loos of the med school. Marjorie teased me and Meghan, "Naughty girls ! Those are called camel toe jeans !"
We rode breathless to the theater. The movie with a giant screen and great romantic music had us dreaming. We felt like we were *in his arms for the final kiss*.
While we waited for our autographed posters we hummed, "Its Raining Men..."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqXUpe3jlkA
A few girls behind us clapped and we offered a few suggestive dance steps as Geri... There was a couple of flashes... It was a great afternoon !
Next day at med school a few friends applauded when they saw us, and sang,
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet...
We were quite confused, and they showed us a tabloid with a picture of the three of us. The caption read, "Three girls in the spirit of Bridget's premiere !" That pic didn't miss the anatomically correct detail of our jeans nor our swaying hips...
A few minutes later our lab professor asked for our log books and wrote. "Hopefully there's still some parents who know about traditional discipline." We blushed as tomatoes when we read that. "We're toasts !"
At 2 PM on the dot I pressed Ma'am's buzzer while tugging down my pleated skirt. I had a whole swarm of butterflies in my tummy.
She opened and I noticed that she had The Frown. She led the way to her miniature classroom. I followed the established routine, opened my satchel and gave her my log book before standing at attention in front of her desk. She read out loud, "Hopefully there's still some parents who know about traditional discipline." and added, "A gentleman of tradition !"
Then she opened a tabloid with The Pic, "I got that from Gladys, you do know the wife of our building's caretaker..."
I nodded and lowered my head.
"In my days, naughty girls who skipped school were caned on their bare bottom in front of the whole family ... my daughter did the exact same thing and was caned. She learned the lesson and never again absconded from school."
I kept my head down.
"You deserve to be punished, don't you agree ?"
I again nodded and whispered, "Yes Ma'am..."
"Loud and clear repeat, I deserve to be punished !"
I wasn't as loud as her, "I deserve to be p... pu... pu... punished, Ma'am."
"Very well, take off your knickers, leave them on your desk, and hold your skirt up, back and front. For those indecent jeans it will be 20 with the belt... each time you drop your skirt it will be an additional stroke. For having skipped school it will be the famous six of the best, and my very best !"
I pleaded for her not to open the window, "Mrs Gladys will be happy to know that this naughty girl is properly punished." I felt so bare with holding my skirt up around my waist, and felt the breeze caressing my curls...
SMACK!
"OH!"
SMACKK!
"OH! ARGHH!"
I couldn't help squealing each time she smacked my thighs...
SMACKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHH!"
I danced on the spot and dropped my skirt twice, and got two additional strokes.
SMACKKKK!
"OH! ARGHHHH!"
SMACKKKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
Then she had me lay across my desk with my burning thighs and throbbing bum, and caned me.
TWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHH!"
With the cane I did more then squealing, I bawled !
TWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
TWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHH!"
Then she told me to stand in front the blackboard with my hands on top of my head. She made sure that my skirt remained up to expose my punished derriere, "Sniff ... Sniff ..." I knew that the opened window is right behind me and prayed that Mister hairy chest wasn't back from work...
After a very long corner time I felt that she gently rubbed my bum with a cooling gel. Then she gave me a hug. "I am sorry Ma'am..."
"Whoa! You got belted and caned ! What did you do ?"
"I skipped an afternoon at the lab..."
"Whoa! I have never dared to skip school..."
"Don't !"
Cecilia
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As soon as I was back home I raised my skirt and delicately peeled my knickers in front of the tall mirror in my bedroom. I had four vividly red almost purple welts from my caning, and an overall crimson derriere from my belting. I now knew the price of a D and an F. I stepped out of my knickers, and in the kitchen I hurriedly filled three ziploc bags with ice cubes. Having returned to my bedroom I dropped on my bed and gently laid the bags of ice cubes on my punished bum and thighs. For a few milliseconds my bottom and thighs were again on fire, then relief followed. I slept on my tummy as a well chastened lazy schoolgirl.
I was awaken by my radio alarm clock, and again inspected my bum. There was no doubt that I was well punished. I philosophically mused out loud, "Lesson learned !" I rubbed my nates and thighs with Arnica and hurried through my morning routine.
When I opened my window I again saw Apollo and hastily hid behind the curtains as I was still butt naked. I would have loved to wear soft baggy sweatpants, but a sore butt reminded this big schoolgirl to obey Ma'am's rules. I choose more covering school like knickers, and an A-Line skirt which was only an inch above my knees. I guessed that it wouldn't fly as much as a pleated skirt...
I couldn't help blushing as I told her, "She caned me, four strokes, after twenty with the belt for an F and a D..."
"Oh! Whoa! How's your bum ?"
"Sore !"
With her gym slip flying she continued to her college, and I locked my bicycle in the bike-shed.
I fidgeted in my seat most of the day, that reminded me to pay attention to the professor.
When I could finally call it a day, I waved for a few friends and rode off. I was desperate for a rub with Cold Cream.
Then I was sent flying by an idiot with a scooter who ran the red light. "OUCH!" I landed on my sore derriere with my skirt up my thighs and a scrapped knee, and tears of pain.
The friends I had waved off were immediately back. Meghan offered a hankie for my teary eyes. Marjorie got paper towels and water from a nearby cafe to clean my scrapped knee. Meghan helped me up while Marjorie pulled down my skirt. We sat at the cafe and I was offered a stiff drink. Meghan was the first curious cat and went fishing, "You have red marks on your thighs..." Marjorie didn't go fishing, "You have been belted !"
They offered me a second stiff drink and got one for themselves, then it was confession time. Meghan with quite a blush admitted that she still gets the belt from her mother. Marjorie also blushed when she confessed, "I get the cane from my father, and it stings like the Dickens !"
Then they teased me, "Are you going to tell us or are we taking down your knickers ?" I blushed as much as them when telling, "I have a tutor. She's a retired science prof ... and she belted and caned me for my D and my F of last week..."
"A retired science prof !"
"Now we understand how you rose from being an average student to be one of the top five..."
"Yes, we kinda knew that your D and F were accidental..."
"If you have time, you're going to meet her. I am asking her to pick me up. I can't walk home and push my busted bike..."
"Soz Ma'am, I had an accident... I am at the Crossroad Pub, on the terrace with two friends..."
Ten minutes later she was here with her Vauxhall. "Good afternoon girls, thanks for having taken care of her..."
She sat next to me, pulled my skirt out of the way, "Let me examine your knee.."
I blushed as my belt marks were quite visible...
She manipulated the patella. I squealed, "Ouch!"
"You seem all right... I will nonetheless call our neighboring doc..."
She helped me into the passenger seat. Meghan and Marjorie loaded my bike into the boot.
After the doc's visit she brought me a lovely chicken stew. She was very kind, I was thankful...
Cecilia
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I exchanged my VeloSolex for a regular bicycle. It was great exercise to cycle to med school. I developed lovely legs and a well trimmed silhouette. When I last visited Pop and Mom they were quite surprised with my latest developments. They also appreciated that I was only wearing skirts and dresses. "And I am within the top five of my class !" I told them about Ma'am, but I omitted her stingy methods for encouraging me...
A few days later I anxiously waited for our math professor to give us the grades for our last math exercise. "Cecilia, F, you've missed the point !" I blanched...
I slowly rode back home. The little wheels between my hears were madly spinning. I haven't had an F since my first year. Ma'am will be furious. How am I going to explain such a catastrophic grade ? She has promised me the cane if I brought back a zero. An F is a failing grade, that's why its called an F. Is it a zero ? I didn't sleep too well that night. Next morning when I saw Apollo and I hoped that he won't see that I am still subject to spankings as a naughty schoolgirl.
I would see Ma'am this afternoon, but I first had a chemistry quiz. I couldn't concentrate, what if I get another F !?
"Cecilia, D, too many silly mistakes !" I again blanched. A friend asked if I was alright. I nodded with a faint smile.
I again slowly rode back home. I didn't have much appetite for lunch. At 2 PM I pressed Ma'am's buzzer with butterflies madly fluttering in my tummy. She lead the way to her miniature classroom. She must have sensed that something was wrong, she had The Frown. As usual I humbly stood in front of her desk. "Lets have it !" She said. Head down I gave her my log book. She immediately spotted my poor grades.
"I am very disappointed Cecilia. You do know what you deserve ?"
I demurely answered, "Yes Ma'am, I deserve the belt for that D and the cane for the F..."
"Exactly ! Take off your knickers and bend over your desk."
Already blushing I shyly took off my knickers off and laid them on my desk before bending over it. I felt my skirt riding up my thighs. I had mulled over that moment since yesterday.
She opened the window before I could plea that she didn't. I pleaded nonetheless. "Please Ma'am, please don't open the window, everyone will ear..."
"Yes, everyone will know that you are punished for having again slacked..."
Having said that she flipped my skirt up and I blushed to my ears. I knew how one could see my punishment from the opposing windows...
SMACK!
"OH! ARGH!"
SMACK!
"OH! ARGH!"
She had started with the belt. I knew very well the fleshy smacks followed by wide fiery streaks...
SMACKK!
"OH! AH! ARGH!"
SMACK!
"OH! ARGH!"
She was quite loud when she again said, "A big girl punished on her bare bottom as a schoolgirl ! You should be ashamed of yourself !"
"OH! AH! ARGHH!"
SMACK!
"OH! ARGH!"
I for sure wasn't as loud when I answered, "Yes Ma'am, sniff... I am very sorry Ma'am, sniff..."
SMACKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHH!"
She concluded my belting with whacking my thighs.
SMACKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGH! OUCH!"
I danced from foot to foot and for sure showed my girly secrets to whoever stood at the windows across the courtyard.
She was again quite loud when she announced, "I will be lenient for your first caning, only 4 strokes... BUT! Remember that it will be six of the best if I again have to cane your naughty derriere !"
I heard the cane whistling and,
THWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
"You should be more discreet ! Someone might overhear !"
"Sniff... Sniff..."
THWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHH!"
THWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHH!"
I now knew how the cane feels like ! When I had regained some composure she had me working that failed math exercises with my skirt still up and without knickers. Twice she hand smacked my derriere and I danced on the spot. I eventually learned...
Cecilia
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I have to go down three floors, and cross the courtyard for my stairwell. I prayed that I wouldn't meet anyone. I was sure to have attracted plenty of attention when I had bawled as a well punished schoolgirl. It was a fiery first as Pop had never touched his princess and Mom hadn't applied more than a few hand smacks to my thighs.
I had never imagined that a belting could be so severe, but I had to admit that she was right. I had been slacking and that punishment was well deserved. Ma'am had given me a test similar to a first year final, and I flunked it although I had retaken my first year. She mentioned that I was lucky to have been admitted into the second year. That was a sobering thought...
After that belting she had reviewed all my errors and explained the correct answers in details. In the lecture hall most professors don't bother with explanations, they only give us the page numbers. Once explained I understood fast and she was pleased.
I met no one down that flight of stairs. Hurrying across the courtyard I felt a draft for the back of my thighs and heard a painful scream. I turned around and saw that pimpled face boy rubbing his left knee and my lovely young neighbor. She chimed, "That perv had sneaked behind you and tried to lift your skirt. I kicked him good."
"Thanks Nat..."
She shook her right hand while blowing on her fingers, "Whoa! That was a fiery one you got !"
I blushed and nodded.
"You're in med school, right ? Would you help me with all the science stuff ?"
"Sure !" I laughed as I added, "But I won't be spanking you !"
She also laughed, "I have my mother for that !"
Two days later I buzzed Natalie's door. Her mother let me in and I was quite surprised to discover Nat standing by the lounge's fireplace with her hands behind her head and bare between her school blouse and uniform knee high socks. Her exposed derriere was well reddened !
Next day, on the way to my apartment I came across Ma'am. After a warmish answer for my greeting, she dropped, "Jeans are for farm girls ! You should wear a skirt as a proper young lady..."
Every other days I have a lesson. I am of course wearing a skirt, in fact I am now only wearing skirts or dresses. I noticed that she got a blackboard. She has me standing in front of her desk while she studied my report card, "Your biology professor complains about your spelling and grammar. I have a proven method for improving a young lady's English."
She rolled up the back of my skirt up and lowered my knickers, before having me take a spelling bee quiz on the blackboard.
Cecilia
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Two months later.
The lady who bought the second apartment inherited by my parents invited me to her house warming. She is an old biddy, always dressed in dark colors, and stuck on Victorian fashion. On the purchase agreement she mentioned retired professor.
She invited everyone in the building, and just about everyone came. She offered a buffet of assorted canapes with a choice of apple or orange juices as well as beer. According to the photographs on a commode she is a widow and she has a daughter. The picture of her spouse shows a uniformed officer with a severe mustache. Her daughter is photographed wearing a PhD graduation gown.
I noticed an impressive collection of med school books. I explored it and didn't notice that everyone had left. Suddenly I froze. Next to the bookshelves in a tall and narrow vase I spotted a crook handle school cane. There was no doubt, it was exactly the same as the one on the cover of that Janus magazine.
She joined me, "You have been absorbed by the med school books..."
"I am a second year med school student..."
She had a quizzical smile, and I answered her silent question. "I am a year older than most second years. I had to retake my first year..."
"I was a math and science professor before being appointed as headmistress. I have helped my daughter through med school. She is now a surgeon and head of her department."
I raised an eyebrow for such an impressive achievement. I again gazed at that cane, wondering if it had encouraged her daughter...
I noticed that she caught my gazing. She surprised me as she offered, "I could help you..."
With my imagination running wild, I was almost inaudible as I whispered, "I do need help..."
"I'll prepare a test for you... Would tomorrow afternoon 2 PM be suitable ?"
I shyly nodded, and couldn't say more than, "Yes, thank you Ma'am..."
Next day at 2 PM on the dot I pressed her buzzer. I was wearing a navy pleated miniskirt. I remembered how she had looked down her nose at my tight jeans during her house warming.
She opened. I saw how she discreetly inspected me, and smiled. She lead the way to her second bedroom with her desk facing an old fashioned school set of attached table and chair. It was obviously an antic and the room felt as a miniature classroom.
"Fifty questions, ten for each subjects of math, physic, and chemistry, plus twenty for biology. You are to score 30 correct answers as I will always require a minimum average grade of 12/20..."
It was a tough test, as if I was retaking my first year's finals.
I gave her my work. I noticed on her desk that she had taken notes from having studied my documents and report cards. There was plenty of red ink...
She sternly told me to return to my desk while she corrects my test." I obeyed and was very anxious. I hoped that she wouldn't find me below her standard and refuse to help me. I carefully examined her classroom as I waited. Hanging from the bookcase next to her desk I saw a folded belt with the buckle removed and both ends taped together. I shivered, little did I know that it would soon be vigorously applied to my derriere...
She spoke. "9/20, below average, a failing grade, and obviously below my required 12/20 minimum average."
I had a sinking feeling...
"You are not beyond hope..."
I breathed a sigh of relief...
"If you want me to help, you are to be punished !"
"Huh!" I couldn't help being surprised, although I expected as much...
"Your neighbor across the courtyard got ten strokes of the belt on her bottom plus 2 on her thighs... Since you are older you will get 20 on your bare bottom plus 4 on your thighs..."
I blushed.
"You are to decide. If you want me to help you are to say out loud, 'Please punish me Ma'am."
It was the moment of truth, I had flunked the test she had given me. I remembered Natalie across the courtyard being punished for a poor grade. I felt that I also deserved to be punished. I took a deep breath and couldn't help stammering as I said, "Please... p... ...p... punish me... Ma'am..."
"Very well, knees on your seat, feet sticking out under the back rest, and bend over your desk..."
Pic desk
I saw her pick up that belt, and she stepped behind me. I felt my skirt being raised. I started blushing. She lowered my knickers. I blushed the more.
"Embarrassing isn't it ?"
I didn't answer and felt my ears prickling as I kept blushing.
"Skirt up and knickers down for a belting as a schoolgirl... Aren't you ashamed ?"
"Yes... M... M... Ma'am... I am so."
SMACKKK!
"Ashamed, ARGH!"
SMACKKK!
"OH! ARGHHH!"
SMACKKK!
"OH! ARGHHHH!"
Since you are so loud, you should echo your young neighbor !"
She opened the window and I pleaded, "'Please... p... p... please don't."
SMACKKK!
"OH! ARGH!"
SMACKKK!
"OH! ARGH!"
SMACKKK!
"OH! ARGH!"
"Now everyone knows that you are been punished..."
SMACKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHH!"
She again raised her voice for, "Form now on for every poor grades you will get a bare ass belting !"
SMACKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
She didn't spare me. I bawled even louder when she belted the back of my thighs...
SMACKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!
SMACKKKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHH!"
There was no doubt that everyone must have heard of my punishment...
Suddenly she stopped and I slumped on my desk rubbing my blazing bum and thighs.
When I had somewhat recovered she told me to step out of the desk. Then she pulled my skirt up till revealing my curls and belted the front of my thighs.
SMACKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHHH!"
While I slowly eased my knickers over my scorched thighs and bum she gave me a prep for her next lesson....
Cecilia
To be continued...
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