Sunday, May 22, 2022

On the farm part 6 and Epilogue

It was again the day for our monthly report cards. I handed mine to Auntie with butterflies in my tummy. I had been unlucky, I had a D and an F in physics and chemistry tests. I knew that a D meant two strokes of the cane and the F meant four. Agnes had summed up. "Ouch! Its six of the best."
 
Auntie announced. "You are going to learn how I deal with lazy girls!"
 
I remembered how the two strokes of the cane I had received on arrival for my shortish skirt had taken my breath away. I was lucky that Aunty didn't notice that I shamefully wetted my knickers.
 
"Go fetch your cane, and hurry up!"
 
I hurried upstairs. Went to the loo, dried myself, changed into clean knickers, and shivered as I took my cane from behind my bedroom door. It was going to be my first sixer.
 
Back in the dining room Auntie ordered, "Pull your knickers down to your knees and lie over the table with your skirt up. Each time you break your position or rub it will be a stroke across your thighs."
 

 THWACK!
 
"OH! AH! OUCH!"
 
THWACK!!
 
"AH! ARGHHH!"
 
I felt my knickers fluttering down my legs.
 
THWACK!!!
 
"AIE! AIEEEEE!"
 
I was now free of my knickers, and I was tap dancing
 
THWACK!!!!
 
"AH! OUCH! OUCHEEEEE!"
 
Four strokes, my bottom was furiously burning. I was in tears, and couldn't help rubbing. Auntie whipped my thighs, "ARGHHHHHH!"
That was as fiery as the four strokes blazing across my bum. I didn't want another one, and gripped the table to refrain from rubbing my throbbing thighs.
I no longer bothered to close my legs for the last two, and they had me blubbering.
 
Finally she had me stand in the corner with having hooked my cane into my rolled up skirt. "If I hear that cane drop you will get an extra stroke!" Sniffling I stood very still in the corner. I heard the maids, "City girl now knows what it is like to be caned in the country."
 
Agnes did her best with a bag of crushed ice and our latest after spanking balm, but next day in class I couldn't help wriggling in my seat. I wasn't the only to have been punished for a poor monthly report, and there was no teasing. That was a tender mercy. The horrid science Mistress was satisfied.
 
Gym was horrible, my shorts couldn't hide the vivid stripe across my thighs and I heard a boy telling his friend, "Natty mod couldn't hold her position."
 
Epilogue
 
 I feared those punishments. I applied myself as best as I could, and Agnes helped. Eventually my grades steadily improved. I got my A-levels with honors as Agnes, although she had done better than me.
 
Our experiments with after spanking balms led us to med school to be pharmacists. It was in Manchester and Mom housed both of us, but she wouldn't punish us when we got poor grades. She nonetheless followed Aunty's suggestion that we should continue to wear skirts or dresses with bare legs, no stockings for us.
 
For every holidays we were back on the farm. Auntie carefully studied our reports cards, and we fidgeted as we stood at attention while waiting for her to pass the verdict.
 
"How do you expect to be a pharmacist with such science grades Elizabeth?"
 
I blushed, and kept my head down.
 
"Take off your skirt and knickers, you will be receiving eight strokes of the cane."
 
It didn't take more than three minutes to be again a sniffling schoolgirl standing in my old corner with my hands above my head. I was twenty years and shamefully exposing my streaked bum and thighs for everyone present.
 
She now always caned our thighs, although not as hard as our bottoms, and mentioned. "So that you won't be tempted to tease the boys with rolling up your skirts!" She was right, we sure didn't want to show that we were still punished as little girls.
 
On the train back home we were fidgeting in our seats. Agnes still academically a notch above me had received only six strokes. The last two were, of course, applied across her thighs, and our after spanking balm wasn't much help for that.

On the train...

With red faces, we overheard two old ladies whispering.
"I am telling you those Misses High and Mighty were caned as schoolgirls."
"Oh Gladys, that's impossible, they must be at least twenty years!"
"When I entered the compartment, one of them was looking out the window, and I saw purple cane marks across her upper thighs."
"She must have been very naughty..."
 
We acted as we hadn't overheard them. We tried to hide our blushing cheeks with our noses into our biology books.
 
A few years later we graduated, Agnes was first, I was second.
 
Elizabeth and Agnes

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Saturday, May 21, 2022

A visit to the Grand Bazar...

 

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Friday, May 20, 2022

Sunday, May 15, 2022

On the farm part 5

The young mailman had gone, and he must have had an eyeful of my belted bum. I imagined that I would be in his naughty dreams for some time. Auntie came back with my skirt and knickers. I was still smarting from the belting she had given me, but I now knew that the belt didn't compare with the cane, although I had so far received only one stroke of the rod. I pulled my knickers up and adjusted my skirt before rubbing.
 
Thanks to Agnes, and a bag of crushed ice plus our latest soothing balm, I sat without wriggling when back in class the next day. I nonetheless didn't avoid the teasing from the goody two shoes when it was time to change for gym. My bum was still colorful.
 
I suggested adding more Arnica to our after spanking concoction. Agnes agreed and added a pricey facial cream with snail slim. "Yuck!" She told me that it is made by L'Oreal. I changed my mind, and our old blender whizzed.
 
For the next month, I applied myself with Agnes' help, and wasn't punished. Phew!
 
One day, at school, our naughtiest classmate had pinched a number of racy mags from her older brothers and shared them with a few of us. Agnes and I got one.
 
We returned to our favorite barn to educate ourselves. We tried to be more discreet than when we had played with Alfred, but we soon laughed when we read the naughty stories. "Boys are such dorks!"
 
Uncle Tobias overheard us and investigated. I tried to hide that magazine under my skirt, but it fell to the ground. The cover didn't leave much for imagination. Uncle picked it up with a frown. "What is that filth?"
 
We didn't have to answer. We were expecting him to pull out his belt, but he sat on a ball of hay and grabbed one of my ears as if I was a ten-year-old. He pulled me over his knees and raised my school skirt. I tried to stop him from lowering my knickers. He grabbed my hand and held my arm behind my back. I kept my legs as tightly closed as possible, but that didn't stop my knickers from coming down. I was soon bare bum, and ready to be chastised.
 
Mum had given me a few hand spankings, but the one Uncle Tobias gave me was from another league.
 
 
 
He was much stronger that Mum, and 'thanks' to farm work he had callous hands. After a dozen smacks, my bum was burning, and he kept going, and also smacked my thighs. I got one hundred spanks. I was too busy pedaling my legs left and right to count them, but he had done so out loud.
 
Back on my feet with brimming eyes, and with my knickers still around my knees, I had both my hands under my skirt, rubbing my fiery bum. I watched Agnes being spanked. At first she valiantly kept her legs tightly closed, but after two dozen smacks she started pedaling as if racing for the Tour de France. I blushed as I saw what she was showing and knew that I had offered the same shameful spectacle.
 
On our way back home, a few farmhands were laughing. Hopefully they had only overheard the smacks and our girlish bawling.
 
./.
 
A week later, the science mistress caught Agnes whispering in class and gave her a pink slip to be signed by parents. Auntie was less than pleased! Agnes got the same belting I got. In the entrance hall she was told to remove her skirt and knickers. "Grab the stairs' railing, stick your bottom out, and part your legs. I want you to feel the shame of being belted on the bare as a silly school girl!"
 
Auntie was no slosh with me, but I felt that she was more severe with her daughter. Later I waited for her with our improved after spanking balm.
 
Next morning we were surprised that her bum wasn't as red as mine after the same roasting. She giggled. "We could make a fortune with the E and A après fessée balm." I laughed. "Oh la la! With a French name, we could make it pricier!" We again twitched the formula with adding essential oils of baobabs and menthol.
 
./.
 
Uncle Tobias and Auntie Martha weren't only about spanking us. They were also very generous and built a swimming pool just because we had asked for one. They allowed us to have great birthday parties by our pool and laughed when our boyfriends threw us into the water. They bought us superb electric bikes. They served our meals in bed when we had a cold and installed a telly in our rooms.
 
Elizabeth and Agnes
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Saturday, May 14, 2022

A bare bottom spanking in front of the whole class!



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