Sunday, January 30, 2022

1965 - part 8

After an eternity in the corner with my hands on my head and a frantic urge to rub my derriere burning from six of the best, Aunt Dotty ordered, "Béa pull up your knickers and help Maggie set the table for dinner."
 
I was still sniffling when Maggie gave me a cold wet flannel after having set the table with little help from me. I very gently rubbed my bottom with it. That was a relief, but it didn't last. "Sniff, my bum is still burning."
"I'll help after dinner with my Cold Cream, but don't expect a miracle."
 
The wicker dinning chairs were eyed with fear, and I wriggled from cheek to cheek during the whole dinner. Uncle Ed told me that he has called Sister Jones for me to have extra math lessons. I imagined working some equation on the blackboard with my skirt up and my knickers down to my knees.
 
As usual after dinner I helped Maggie clear the table and do the dishes. I was desperate for her Cold Cream, and the more so after the wicked wicker dinning chair! She gave me another cold wet flannel, "Slip it inside your knickers." It did help.
 
We told her parents that we would skip the Addams Family, and hurriedly retreated to our bedrooms. Maggie gave me a rub with her Cold Cream. She was very gentle, but I couldn't help wincing a few times. "It was to be four, and you had to have six!"
"Sigh... you're right! Silly French girl couldn't help jumping and rubbing, but the sting was so fierce."
"You even danced!"
"That stroke across my under curves was the worse."
"That's the cane!"
I giggled, "Your Pop sure has a great aim."
"He had plenty of practice on my bum."
I offered to give her a rub.
"Nah, no need, it was only a hand spanking."
 
I slept on my tummy, my bottom was no longer burning just smoldering. I kept gently rubbing it while musing, "You're now a real English schoolgirl, you were caned like one." I repeated in French, "Dix-huit ans et fessée à la cane comme une petite anglaise paresseuse."
 
Next day in front of the tall bathroom mirror I inspected my bottom. It was well striped in red and purple. The stroke across my under curves was quite visible under my knickers. My poor bottom was no longer burning, but it was sore and tender. Maggie was right I was going to feel that punishment for the whole week.
 
I rode to school high above the saddle. With my sore bum the leather saddle wasn't too inviting. Riding high above the saddle meant riding faster, and I was ahead of the pack with Mary-Ann, Lucinda and Susanna. I knew that they also had poor report cards, and were obviously well punished as they were also trying to avoid the saddles of their bikes.
 
Mary-Ann told. "The old man was furious, two bad report cards in a row. I got eight strokes!"
Lucinda replied, "I got only six, but they were the best I ever 
got."
 
Mary-Ann questioned, "Yoh Béa, did your French butt taste an English cane ?"
I confessed, "I was to get four, but I got six."
Lucinda gently teased, "You must have danced quite a jig to earn two extra strokes!"
 After classes Susanna asked, "Eddy's your boyfriend, right ?"
I nodded with a proud smile as to me he is the best looking boy.
"Bring him behind the bike shed, we are going to have a fashion show."
Before I could ask whats what Mary-Anne naughtily chimed, "Its a school tradition!"
 
Eddy must have known about that "fashion show" as he had quite a smile.
 
At the appointed time, Lucinda, Mary, Maggie and their boyfriends, as well as Susanna and one more girl with their beaus were waiting behind the bike shed
 
Mary-Ann, Lucinda and another girl raised their kilts to show their boyfriends their white Mark and Spencer knickers barely covering the stripes decorating their bottoms. I saw that Mary had received quite a caning.
They all teased me, "Raise your skirt for Eddy naughty girl!"
"Raise it!"
"Up with your skirt!"
Another girl added, "If you don't we'll help and take your knickers down!"
I must have blushed crimson as I heard that, but I was still hesitant.
They kept chanting, "Raise your skirt naughty girl!"
"Come on Frenchy, skirt up!"
"Don't tell us that you haven't showed your knickers to Eddy!"
 
With my ears tickling from a deep blush I slowly raised my kilt. They clapped their hands while chanting, "Higher! Higher and Higher!"
I eventually fully exposed my own white Mark and Spencer knickers, and knew that my lower strokes weren't covered.

They all applauded, "Not bad for a first!"
Eddy had grinned for the show, and pulled my skirt down before giving me a gentle kiss, without grabbing my tender bum.
 
Béatrice and Maggie

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Saturday, January 29, 2022

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Thursday, January 27, 2022

Sunday, January 23, 2022

1965 - part 7

A few days later we had our monthly report card. I had a D minus in math, and I knew that a simple D meant four strokes of the cane. I remembered Uncle Ed having warned me, "Béa, C minus in math, you best pull up your socks up or I will pull down your knickers for the cane! I have promised your father that you will have your A-Levels with honors!"
 
I had no doubt that Uncle Ed would make good on his promise. He had given me a spanking for having lied and a belting for having smoked. On both account I had to admit that I did deserve to be punished.
 
I slowly rode back home. Maggie waited for me. I again had to ask about the cane. She again said that it stings like the Dickens. "And you will have stripes for a week..."
Apprehensively I asked, "Will I get extra because of the minus attached to that D?"
"Nah, its your first D. If it was me I would get five."
 
There was no more dallying about, we were in view of the house. I parked my bicycle under the bike-shed and followed Maggie inside. Aunt Dotty had prepared chocolate chips cookies and they smelled great. We were told to help ourselves, and...
"Let me have a look at your report cards."
Maggie was first and her mum said, "Its so so, you have barely made the average minimum grade."
I was next and kept my head down as I gave her my card. She must have first read my average grade, as she said, "Well done..." but she stopped in mid sentence. "D minus in math! You can prepare your French derriere. In England girls who have poor grades are caned." She paused and added, "On their bare bottom!"
 
Our report cards were left on the coffee table in the lounge. Upstairs in my room I struggled with my homework. I was so nervous. Maggie was very nice except when she told me that the first caning is the worse. I pulled a face and she grinned, she was teasing. Then we heard Uncle Ed's automobile.
 
We listened from the top of the stairs. "Honey am home !"
"How was your day ?"
"Exhausting lectures. Have I seen our angels' report cards on the coffee table."
"Yes, and they are so so. Maggie barely made the average grade, and she has no D, you might want to give her a good spanking as a warning. Béa got a fair average, but she got a D minus in math. You should take her knickers down for a taste of the cane."
 
We didn't have time to dwell on what we had overheard, Maggie's father bellowed, "Girls I am waiting for you in the lounge."
 
We didn't keep him waiting, and I immediately saw the cane on the coffee table. I looked up and saw Uncle Ed holding our report cards. "Béatrice you were warned!" The use of my whole first name instead of my Béa diminutive wasn't a good sign.
 
"In this house a D is 4 strokes of the cane. Since it is your first canning I won't be adding an extra stroke for that minus. You are going to be caned. Lower your knickers, raise your skirt, kneel on that chair and hold its back."

I felt my cheeks blushing as my hands reached under my skirt to lower my knickers. I blushed the more as I bared my derriere and felt my skirt rising while bending forward on the chair. I was quite self-conscious that my skirt was no longer covering much and I tried to keep my legs tightly closed. I felt so ashamed.

I felt that I couldn't blush any redder, but I probably did when Uncle Ed flipped my skirt up. He picked up the cane from the coffee table and made it sing with a practice swing, I shivered.

Swish THWACK!
It was ten time stingier than the belt, and that sting sizzled my derriere
"OUCH!"
Both my hands flew to rub my poor nates. Rubbing didn't help. The pain continued to grow!
 
Since its your first stroke I won't discount it. If you again break your position or rub the stroke won't count."
Swish THWACK!
Again the initial stingy pain grew and grew into a fiery stripe burning across my bum.
"OH! OUCH!!"
Swish THWACK
As with the previous strokes the pain again grew in intensity and I bawled.
"OH! AH! OUCH!! Sniff..."

My fourth stroke was actually my third, and I could no longer differentiate them. My derriere was a throbbing inferno. "Sniff... Sniff..."
The fifth one, was my fourth and it whipped my under curves. I danced with both hands clutching my punished bottom. 
 
That stroke didn't count, and it was repeated. I had received six strokes instead of four. The famous six of the best. "Sniff... Sniff..."
"In the corner with your hands on your head."
With my knickers around my ankles I slowly went into the corner, and my bottom was incandescent. "Sniff..." I was well punished. "Sniff..." I resolved to ask for help with math. "Sniff..."
While I was sniffling in the corner Maggie received a fast spanking as a warning for her border line C minus average grade. I lost count after 47 smacks.
 
Béatrice and Maggie

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