O and P spanking stories: 12/19/21

Sunday, December 19, 2021

1965, part 2

It was Sunday, and I woke up remembering having dreamed of being spanked as Maggie. I dismissed that bad dream. "You will be a good girl, and you wont be spanked." I nonetheless felt jittery.

We were together in the bathroom, I was wearing my nightshirt, and Maggie was naked as the day she was born. I was surprised, but she wasn't the least embarrassed. I could see fading reddish oval shapes decorating her derriere. Her mother's wooden spoon had left its mark.

From downstairs we heard the stern voice of her father, "We are going to church and I don't want to be late!"

Maggie gave me a pink dress matching hers, "We'll look like sisters!" I slipped it on and blushed, "Oh! Its so short!"

She mischievously laughed and teased. "You will have to be careful not to show your knickers or Mum will smack your thighs!"

Breakfast was very British with eggs and bacon. I enjoyed it very much. Then we sat in the back of the family's Austin-Morris 1100.

Church wasn't far, but it seemed like every family had driven there.

The wicker chairs of the church weren't too soft for my bare thighs. Maggie waved for a tall boy, and whispered, "Its Freddy, my boyfriend."

I whispered back, "And who's with him?"

"That's his friend Eddy."

Just then Eddy waved for me with a smile. I returned his smile and he grinned the more.

After church it was barbecue in the garden behind their house with the neighbors and their two young pimpled face boys. I would have preferred Eddy! Maggie's father had grilled a first serving of lamb chops and sausages on the barbecue. Her mother had brought a huge mixed salad. Maggie and I, the young ladies of the house, were asked to help. Maggie got the lamb chops and I was to get the sausages.

I tripped on the boys' mutt and four sausages rolled down the plate. As discreetly as I could I pushed them away under a bush with the tip of my Mary-Jane. When back at the table Maggie's mother noticed that a few sausages were missing and asked me if I had left them behind for cooking a few more minutes.

I lied, "Sorry Aunt Dotty, they... they had burned..." I chided myself for having stammered as I said that. Just then that furry sausage on legs pulled out from the shrubs a sausage without fur or legs. The missing sausages were soon accounted for and Uncle Edward scolded me in front of everyone.

"You were clumsy, and there is nothing wrong with that, accidents will happen. Then you tried to hide your clumsiness and that was wrong, but the real issue we need to discuss is lying about it. I blushed and those two pimpled face boys had smirks as if they knew what was going to happen.

As powerful as a Siberian tiger Maggie's father pulled me into the house, draped me over his knees, and raised my skirt. I was to receive my first spanking. Then he lowered my knickers and I must have blushed crimson. It was going to be la fessée cul nu as a little girl.