Back at the castle after mass we had a nasty surprise. Miss PE announced "Jennifer and Johanna, fighting means the punishment skirt when on the island..."
We had of course heard of the punishment skirt for the meanies who cheated, drank, smoked or worse ! We were going to be the first p.skirted girls this term.
Miss P.E. officiated. She had us taking off our kilts and standing there in our red punishment knickers exposing our well caned derrieres while she opened an old cupboard. She pulled out two punishments skirts, blue tartan for me as a junior, and red tartan for Johanna as a senior. We adjusted them and blushed as spring thistles when we realized that our knickers peaked under our front hemline. Although we would be wearing them only within the privacy of our castle and its island, we were still quite embarrassed. We nonetheless wore them as brave EB girls!
I thought about denickering her on the causeway, but the thought of visiting the Headmaster while already wearing a punishment skirt helped me cool down.
We all took our A-levels with flying colors and honors. A year later Sally and I were also among the two five to be admitted at the prestigious Cambridge law school. We had no problem securing grants and easy work at the library. Each summer we returned to Eilean Beithe for additional lessons.
Each time the grades of our past year were closely examined, and we were caned for all grades below C. One year I got ten strokes and again had to wear the dreadful punishment skirt...
We moved into fashionable Mayfair. We had a huge poster of "our castle" in the waiting room. We wanted a partner, we wanted a girl like us... We were quite disappointed. All of those we had interviewed lacked backbone. The backbone that you are taught with severe discipline.
One day we found a girl standing mesmerized in front of the picture of "our castle." We exchanged greetings, and she said, "Its a surprising castle..."
We sensed that she was testing the water.
Sally nodded and I added, "Have you been there?"
She further tested us, "Isn't it the EB castle?"
She hadn't spelled out the name and Sally with a wide smile returned the question, "Do you mean Eilean Beithe ?"
I noticed how she had blushed, and decided to push her, "You are an EB girl?"
She blushed crimson. Sally gently caught her left hand, and we saw her silver Eilean Beithe ring.
I showed her mine, and so did Sally. I chimed, "We are sisters!"
She stammered, "You.. are... b... both... EB... bb... girls!"
"Yes!"
We hugged her, "Welcome aboard partner!"
"B... b... but I have no capital to be an associate... and no experience... I graduated a month a go..."
"Don't worry about the capital, we'll work it out! What was your record?"
She understood the question and answered without hesitation, "Twelve strokes and punishment skirt... It was my second year at Cambridge..."
We took her to our bank. We didn't need to be introduced to the young lady VP. I told our new partner, "Your left hand, on the desk, please..." Johanna, our banker, immediately had her left hand next to hers, with the same small silver ring..."
For our first case together we took down a battalion of lawyers...
Jennifer and co
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Awesome picture 3: groundings for a naughty daughter ? Why, yes but ideally after the cane on a bare botty!
ReplyDeleteWonderful story & I so love the EB drawings every one. But especially that colour picture, number 3, girl bending over. That could be the front cover of my memoirs: cane to bare botty. And with mom in the picture giving the cane to me or sister already...blue skirt raised, blue panties pulled down, blue ribbons in hair. So lovely n conservative n strict, B. Like my Christian childhood, epitomised by this EB drawing.
In the mid/late1970s, I discovered the early pioneering magazines by Janus, then Roue. Oh my! I was compelled to read the letters from daughters who had gotten to feel the smack of the parental cane, strap or classic, British black traditional plimsoll on their bare backsides in the normal proceedings of punishment at home. My church advocated CP in Georgia, and Janus did too! I was a student at that time & had escaped my very strict, loving religious upbringing in Atlanta in the 1960s/70s.
To me bare bottom chastisement from parents is normal & necessary and Janus editors agreed. It is a fact of family life, B. This beautiful EB drawing illustrates the normality and timeless quality of a good, smacked bottom!
Oh my! Working in a big, global corp in Atlanta (since early 1980s!!) , I gotten to meet a bunch of wonderful work colleagues n associates from overseas over the decades, B. With female colleagues, where discreet and appropriate, I would tentatively ask about their backgrounds over coffee or bourbon, outside the office...and the subject of spanking might arise! Atlanta is spanking central, B!
So, I gotten a delightful cohort of lovely Nigerian ladies who I gotten to know over many years. The rod was never spared for them, growing up with aspirational parents, where education & rules was sternly enforced.
Well, to summarise, B: naughty daughters in Nigeria gotten their bare botties caned! Oh yes, the flexible, rattan cane ( or indeed, other plant cane) was the cultural implement for discipline in the home, and the strap was also used, but less so. Unsurprisingly knickers always gotten pulled down, no wishy-washy nonsense endured from stern moms n pops in Nigerian households! I was pleased to hear. This contrasts with America, where the strap is dominant. I felt such an affinity with these gorgeous Nigerian girls, who like me, acknowledged that bare bottom canings were just normal & necessary in their family upbringing. These lassies gotten to be vanilla friends...but spanking is discussed by y'all, for sure. These female overseas colleagues had no inhibitions or PC nonsense, albeit we were always discreet & respectful of our corporate responsibilities & relationships.
I always gotten an affinity with girls who gotten the cane, B. I recall Sophie Fennington of Janus, saying her father had tanned her bare backside with a cane when she naughty as a child & teen. Sophie was one of the first celebrities (named models) in Janus. Antonia du Bois also gotten her bare bottom smacked with the parental cane. And moreover, it was Rosaleen Young who detailed her strict religious upbringing & felt the cane on her poor, tender bare botty from her parents in the 1970s!
So when I see naughty lil' princess brats terrorising their long suffering moms in the store, with tantrums & potty-mouthed disrespectful tirades, I think of the appropriate, countless standard punishments my sister & I gotten from mom in the 1960s. No, not the naughty step, B!!! But like EB, above: bending over the sofa in the living room (crying, scared & suitably scolded) Our 1950s dresses hoisted, our 1950s white, cotton panties pulled down to our knees (never removed, incidentally!!) and our porcelain-white, naughty chubby, bare sensitive botties soundly punished with a baker's dozen with mom's dreaded quality rattan cane!! Oh my! Sure whipped us into shape, already!! Thank the Lord we were taught stern lessons.
CP good. PC bad.
hugs n thanks.
Brenda xx