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Echo part 1
It is one of those elegant turn of the century apartment buildings with a small courtyard and a tall carriage door. Lounges and dining rooms over look a quiet street lined with old trees, consistent of an affluent neighborhood. On the ground floor one finds a dentist and a doctor. Also on the ground floor, but on the courtyard's side the caretaker and his spouse are to be found.
My name is Cecilia. I am 22, tall and slim with dark hair. I am to start my second year of med school. I moved into that bourgeois building when my parents inherited two small but lovely apartments from my great grand uncle I am using one while the other is on sale. The money will allow my parents to redecorate their retirement cottage in the country.
Late September, I am finally settled in my apartment and while doing my biology prep I overheard a loud one sided exchange punctuated by smacking sounds. As curious as a cat I went to my bedroom, and from its opened window I overheard, "An F in math ! I am going to teach you a lesson, take off your knickers !"
SMACK!
OUCH!
"I'll belt your thighs till you take them off !"
SMACK!
"OUCH!"
Gazing across the courtyard, onto the other aisle of the building, I spotted an opened bedroom window, and saw my lovely 18 year old neighbor standing by her bed. Two embarrassing red marks were decorating the back of her thighs. She obviously didn't want more and surrendered her knickers. Then her mother had her wriggling her derriere with her belt. I counted ten strokes, and her bum was decorated with a pattern of crimson stripes.
A few seconds later, left by herself, and laying on her tummy she gently massaged her well reddened bum with Cold Cream. I returned to my biology prep, and studied it as if I am to be similarly punished in case of a poor grade.
A few days later I explored the bookshelves of my great uncle. Well hidden behind some huge world atlas and in-quarto history books I discovered a tall pile of magazines. I reached and grabbed the top one. Both my eyebrows shot up when I discovered what I had fished. The cover didn't require a caption !
Before turning my light off I read the story pertaining to the cover. The lady was the headmistress of a strict boarding school for girls, and the schoolgirl was to be punished for a poor report card. Her gymslip was pulled up and her blue serge knickers lowered. She got six of the best. I learned that it means six strokes of the cane.
That night I had a steamy dream.... I was a schoolgirl blushing as a strawberry when my skirt was raised and my knickers lowered. I was to be caned for a poor biology prep. I felt shamefully bare, and apprehensively expecting the cane to whip my very bare bottom... "Grgrgrgr!" The radio alarm clock woke me up with a stupid commercial before my for sure well deserved punishment...
The magazine was still opened on the pic of the girl’s well streaked nates. While brushing my teeth I also remembered my neighbor being belted for an F. I mused, maybe I wouldn't have flunked my first year if I had been punished for my poor grades. It was a silly thought, my parents had never spanked me.
I got a B+ for my biology test. I hadn't expected such a good grade. I imagined that I was inspired ! In front of me at the cashier was a med school student I had briefly met, she looked gloomy...
While still queuing at the supermarket I got a call from the real estate agent, a lady wants to visit the apartment I am to sale for my parents.
Back home, in the courtyard, I came across my young neighbor. She was wearing her school uniform and contrary to most schoolgirls she hadn't rolled up her pleated skirt. She obviously didn't want to show her belted thighs. She was curious and asked, "You've moved into the apart of old Mister Jones ?"
I nodded, "Yes, he was my great grand uncle, I am Cecilia..."
"I am Natalie, and I am to take my A-Levels at the end of the year..."
I smiled, "Second year of med school for me..."
Cecilia
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ReplyDeleteWhy, sure thing, B!!! This Echo part one is so very special. I so relate to the narrative and first two photos, already. Oh my! A courtyard viewing of a good mother tanning her naughtu daughter's bare backside with the strap. I stridently approve! And I sure advocate this over modern, naughty steps, B. No wishy-washy, workerati nonsense in my book, please!!!
Why, yes, firm corporal punishment was a good foundation stone of my childhood, within a loving, Christian, conservative family. A typical family in Atlanta, Georgia, if you will. I was born 1959.
Over many years, my God-fearing mother punished me with a flexible, rattan cane. And on my bare botty every time, already, without exception, discussion or compromise, B!!!
That was simply how it gotten done. Quite right too. Y'all girls expected bare bottom punishments from mom n pop as par for the course.
Sister and I gotten 12 strokes. Yup! It was furious and harsh, but completely harmless. Oh my! A stinging bottom is safe, normal and necessary in traditional, Southern households.Indeed, I advocated such salutary chastisement to moms for their recalcitrant daughters over the ensuing decades...in preference to groundings!!!!
Sooooo love that Janus cover. I remember it the very first time from the 1970s. Again, my mother on the front cover, is about to pull my sister's panties down and make her sensitive, bare, white botty sting like Hell with the cane. And this discipline was routine "in front of God", in our house.
Naturally, this is what happens in the Janus edition. And Cecilia narrates it beautifully here . I watched my mother administer countless bare bottom caning to my younger sister throughout our childhoods in the 1960s and 70s, B. And then later, Janus rejuvenated it all authentically for me (when I discovered Janus as a student in the 70s) with their factual reporting and evidence focused articles. PAs they say, parents who care, cane!! Sure thing! And in my experience, good moms always pull naughty girls' knickers down too for the cane to sting properly too!! No half-measures.
Ouchiees to bare botties, B.
Nostalgic Strict Brenda xx