Today
it was PE for the boys and through the large windows of our classroom,
quite a few of us watched them. We could also ear them as one window was
opened. Sister Josephina noticed how we were distracted. She told
Daniella to close that window and to pull the blinds down. No more boys
in shorts with hairy legs to take our minds off her boring lesson.
The
bell rang, and we joined the boys, now back in their uniform, for lunch at
our shared cafeteria. As usual I sat with Eddy, and after our meal we
sat in the sun. His hand again accidentally landed on my knee and I
again didn't jump out of my knickers. He toyed with the hem of my kilt and
teased, "There's a spider on your lovely thigh..."
"Should I smack it?"
"Too late! It's now hiding under your skirt!"
The
bell for afternoon classes rang. Eddy joined his classmates, and I
joined mine. God knows what would happen if we had shared the same
classroom!
After
classes, Eddy was as usual waiting for me behind the bike shed. We
weren't alone! Quite a few boys were waiting for their girlfriends.
Maggie and Freddy were having one of those breathtaking kisses that I was
hoping to share with Eddy. She started wiggling her bum when her
boyfriend's hands reached for her derriere. She blushed crimson when he
asked, "What's wrong?" No one heard what she whispered into his ear, but I
knew. I had seen Uncle Ed give her a belting for a mean pink slip from
Sister Hilda.
Eddy
had me following him down by the nearby pond and we sat in the grass
which tickled my thighs. The little spider was back on my knee, and I
got a breathtaking kiss. When we caught our breath he lit two long movie
star cigarettes. I tried to act as cool as Brigitte Bardot, but I
coughed. It was my first ciggy, and I coughed some more and drew unwanted
curiosity from Sister Josephina, probably taking a shortcut back to her
convent. I was issued a pink slip to be signed by my loco parentis. Eddy
gave me a hug and accompanied me back home. He offered to tell Uncle Ed
that it was all his fault, but I refused.
I
didn't wait and gave my pink slip to Aunt Dotty. She frowned as she
read it, "Smoking! When Edward comes back from work, your bottom will be
smoking!"
Maggie helped with my homework as I was too distracted by my impeding doom. "Will I be caned ? I am so afraid of the cane!"
"Nah, it's your first serious offense. It will be the belt."
I was half reassured.
Two
hours later, I heard Uncle Ed's automobile before Maggie. She suggested
that we sit atop the stairs to eve-drop on their conversation.
"I am back, Honey!"
"How was your day?"
"I got a bonus... A small one."
"That's great!"
"Is that a pink slip on the coffee table?"
"Yes, Béa was caught smoking."
"Oh! Silly girl."
"Disgusting habit. You have to teach her a good lesson."
"I will!"
A millisecond later, "Béa please join me in the dining room!"
Maggie again tried to reassure me. "He didn't mention the cane."
I
was head down, staring at my pink slip on the maple wood table and
tugging down my kilt, which seemed shorter and shorter as I was scolded.
"Smoking is disgusting and it will ruin your health if you develop the habit."
I stammered, "I am v... very... so... sorry Sir... I'll never do... do it again."
"My belt will make sure of that!"
"P... p... please Sir!"
"Lower your knickers, raise your skirt, hands on the sofa."
I again pleaded, "Please Sir."
"And don't dally if you don't want more." 
I just about felt my ears blushing as I took the ordered position and tried not to imagine what I was showing.
SMACK!
It was loud, and for a split second, I thought that the whole neighborhood had heard it. Then I felt a stripe of fire across my bottom.
"OH! AH! OUCH!"
SMACK!
Another one had followed below the first one. Two stripes of fire were now burning my bum.
"Aïe! Aïï!! Aïïïe!"
SMACK!
One more and I my whole bottom was on fire.
SMACK!
"OUiCH! OUiiCH! OUiiiCH!"
And another one sizzled across my under curves.
SMACK!
"ARGH! Aïïïe! OUiiiCH!"
I danced from foot to foot, wiggled my scorched derriere, and it didn't help.
"Sniff... Sniff... I am v... v... very sorry... sniff..."
I got ten instead of the usual dozen since it was my first belting.
"If you are ever again caught smoking, it's the cane!"
"Sniff... I won't smoke again, Sir, sniff... I promise!"
"In the corner till dinner, don't rub and keep you skirt up."
The last one had whipped my upper thighs, and they were burning even more
After
my corner time, it was dinner. I shamefully kept my head down and my
eyes on my plate while wiggling on my wicker dining chair.
Later,
after having helped Maggie clear the table and do the dishes, I followed
my sister to her room. She gave me a gentle rub with cold cream and I
reflected, "That was so fiery, I can't imagine the cane!"
Béatrice and Maggie
To be continued...
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The Bible Belt and the Botty Belt.
ReplyDeleteOur protagonist in peril, naughty Bea, is wonderfully depicted by Elizabeth Simpson, whose fairy-smooth, marshmallow-soft botty is a familiar, superlative & iconic target for just desserts with papa's belt! Awesome synchro here, B.
I'm a big fan of Elizabeth Simpson, B, over many years, & I recall one of her authentic, earliest films, Apron Stings 2001, where as a naughty niece, she gotten her bare hiney smacked with the cane by strict aunty, Mel Penny. Oh my!
I also liked Miss Simpson's fine, long term collaboration with Rosaleen Young too, of course.
Talking of collaborations: great to see you featuring on Asa Jones' Spanking Emporium. Good wishes for that, B.
Hugs
Brenda xx
I have just seen Apron Stings on grainy Spaknkingtube. I would love to see more of that school uniform !
ReplyDeleteSaw how I improved the Red Tennis Knickers ?
Hugs
B xx
"The best lessons are learned over a bare bottom."
ReplyDeleteThese are fabulous, authentic photos of the lovely Miss Elizabeth Simpson,. Oh my! And looking again, at the fairy-soft skin on her botty, I am strongly reminded of her interview in the early 2000s, when she candidly detailed how corporal punishment (AKA a well-smacked bottom) was routine and usual for her, growing up. Miss Simpson's strict father would smack her backside hard with the ubiquitous, traditional, British, black, firm-soled, bendy, rubber plimsoll (a popular bottom smacker for daughters in the 1950s-90s) . It stung like absolute Hell because all her spankings were given panties down on a bare botty - as should always be the case (in my view) And, ruefully, that sure was my own mother's view too!!!
It was a compelling interview from Miss Simpson, to discover. The cheap n cheerful, classic, black plimsoll is so perfect for making a bare, sensitive bottom sting to high Heaven, and in contrast to the UK, it was a surprisingly underused implement for recalcitrant daughters in American households...far better than the American paddle in my experience.
Indeed, B, the all-American white or black plimsoll ("sneakers") seemed to lack the cultural kudos of a bottom smacking implement for naughty girls at home in the South (as evidenced by Miss Simpson above, and numerous Janus articles)
Oh my! This bare bottom chastisement was appropriate and normal back in yore when daughters had stricter rules, boundaries and consequence for misadventures at home. A time before naughty steps, for sure, B!! I myself was raised in a Christian environment with chaperones in my teens, (as well as the parental cane on my bare bum).
Miss Simpson is a wonderful contributor to spanking literature, media and research, already.
Hugs n thanks
Brenda xx