On the way back to our dorm-room our eyebrows shot up as we saw a tall brunette with streaked thighs. Monica educated us, "Its the cane across the thighs for the naughtier girls. She had a small court around her, and Lucinda added, "Thats Adriana, she again punched the light out of a girl who was picking on a friend of hers." I caught her name and discovered that she is the daughter of my CEO.
After my homework, I went to the library and choose a discreet corner. I didn't want my roommates to see me connect a keyboard to my cellphone and type at the journalistic rate of 90 words per minute. I mentioned Adriana, "She's the school's princess!" Having sent my first report to the Manchester Courier I waited five minutes for Alex the Head of the Special Investigation Department to acknowledge it. "Whoa! Spanked on the bare in front of the whole classroom! Any chance of me being disguised as a schoolgirl?" I answered with a long, "Hahahahahaha!"
Then I rejoined my roommates in time for dinner, and we were good girls.
Next days started with French and the professor sounded French. She was also an excellent prof. I have a very good French accent, as if a royal! I explained and didn't have to make up a story, "Mes parents ont une maison de vacances en Périgord."
It was only after the last class of the day that our Supervisor caught up with me. "You are to appear before the Prefect of Discipline for your Punishment Slip". I followed her. I was kinda worried, my roommates had mentioned a belting. Pop had given me the belt on a number of occasions. I knew how stingy it can be.
The corridor leading to the door with the silver plate reading Prefect of Discipline had a long wooden bench with two girls obviously waiting their turn. Miss Supervisor ordered, "Sit and watch the light above the door, green means next." I looked up and saw that it was red.
A few minutes later a girl walked our with puffy eyes and both hand rubbing her skirt over her bottom. As she turned around to close the door we saw wide crimson marks below the hem of her skirt. The girl next to me whispered, "Such width means the tawse."
I was the next one in line, and I wasn't too cocky. I was hypnotized by the red light. Suddenly it turned green. I entered and discovered a classic comfy office with a burly matron. No whipping post. no flogging bench, no display of punishment instruments, a large old wooden desk, a modern office chair, two large and tall comfy chairs with wooden armrests in front of her desk.
"Good afternoon Ma'am."
She didn't look like a prison guard, but she looked stern. She was holding a pink slip, I soon understood that it was my Punishment Slip as she read it out loud,
"Priscilla, 6th B, Reason for punishment : Failed math test : 7/20, Such a bellow standard grade is evidence of laziness. Severity Level : Severe"
She repeated, "Laziness."
I lowered my head, and felt retrospectively guilty for all my past poor math results.
She ordered, "Take off your skirt and your knickers. Neatly fold them on top of the left chair. Keep your hands atop your head."
It was very embarrassing to be standing bare from my navel to my knee socks. I again felt my ears tickling, I knew that I was blushing.
She stood and lectured me, "With math there's no place for improvisation, you have done your homework or you haven't. You have learned the formula, applied it, and bingo! If you haven't you fail. Laziness always shows with math."
"I am going to teach you a lesson you will remember when doing your future homework."
She opened a cupboard and selected a man's belt. I saw that it was made of dark brown crocodile leather.
SMACK!
"OH!"
She had vigorously whipped my buns, and it was stingier than Pop's belt!
SMACKKK!!!
"OH! ARGHH!!"
SMACKKKK!!!
"OH! ARGHHH!!"
Only half a dozen smacks and she had ignited my bum.
SMACKKKK!!!!
"OH! ARGHHH!!"
She also smacked my upper thighs. I did the naughty girl dance.
SMACKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHH!!!"
She worked down my thighs. I couldn't help bawling as a well punished school girl.
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"
"Will you be applying yourself for your math lessons and homework?"
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"
"Yes Miss! I will!"
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"
"I promise Miss!"
She again smacked my thighs...
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHHHH!!!"
"Now everyone will know that you are a lazy girl!"
She allowed me to rub, I didn't need to be told twice. With teary eyes I frantically rubbed my throbbing bum and thighs.
On the way back to my dorm I rubbed as discreetly as I could and reflected, "Whoa! Maybe you wouldn't have failed math during all those years if Pop had had such a belt."
My roommates were waiting for me. They were darlings. They had prepared cold flannels and creams. "How many and with what?"
"It was some crocodile leather belt, and I got twenty."
I did my homework sitting on my pillow that evening.
Priscilla
To be continued...
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ReplyDelete"Pop had given me the belt on a number of occasions. I knew how stingy it can be."
A lovely, succinct message here, B.
"She had vigorously whipped my buns, and it was stingier than Pop's belt!"
Another truly delicious line, B. A powerful subtext, further confirming papa's belt was applied to Priscilla's bare backside. Love that! Subtle yet concrete affirmation.
"Whoa! Maybe you wouldn't have failed math during all those years if Pop had had such a belt."
Yes, for sure, B!! A stinging bottom is a good investment!!
Interesting that the cane is applied to Priscilla's thighs here ,B. My sister & me gotten a few smacks across our bare legs outdoors in public, but never a proper spanking. That was due later. GULP!!! So when we gotten home, mom fetched her flexible spanking stick, and two pairs of knickers would always have to come down without exception.
Indeed, mother used to say, in her crushingly-cute manner, that if bare legs (for y'all daughters in shorts n skirts) gotten smacked in public in the mall or park, then pray, there is no reason why bare bottoms should not be smacked in private at home. Quite right too, B. Panties must come down. Bare botties on show for the sentence to be carried out harshly yet harmlessly! Albeit, mom's phrases were utterly scary, if totally logical!!
Photos on the O&P link button - Oh my! I sooooo love the bottom two photos, with the yellow background, B! This is classic Janus from the mid to late 1970s - I found it beyond mesmerising!!
The photos were raw, authentic, atmospheric & quite "amateurish" - but there lies their beauty & relevance. The sound of the cane or plimsoll smacking the bare bottoms of daughters at home was very real in the UK in the 50s, 60s, 70s & 80s. And very common too. The school was fantasy, but at home it was reality!! The wonderful Readers' Letters in Janus, gave fascinating evidence and accounts of CP, and the narrative complimented the authentic photos like these two in yellow. Skirt up, panties down, over the spanking chair, and the trusty cane is visible. Just so, B!!
Oh my! I felt an enormous affinity with British girls because I gotten mom's cane on my bare botty a whole bunch (growing up in the 1960s & 70s) as opposed to the traditional strap, which my Southern besties gotten on average. Moreover I witnessed my younger sister being chastised bare bottomed, with the cane, countless times.
Mom used the cane because she herself had received it from her own mother (1930s/40s). Interestingly, our father would have taken the ubiquitous Southern strap to his daughters' bare backsides, had our dear mom not purchased the cane already: ergo we never gotten spanked with the strap in childhood.
The two photos with yellow background remind me of the iconic doctrine from Janus: that daughters at home should receive " a sensible panties-down caning" when naughty. Well, Oh my! Indeed the gorgeous Rosaleen Young gotten exactly that punishment, bare bum, with the cane from her strict mom n pop in the 1970s....same as I gotten. So fascinating for me, already!
Nostalgic Brenda xx