Sunday, July 31, 2022

Wee-wee girls part 2


"Phew what?! We are twenty-two and we are going to have our bums caned like schoolgirls. You've seen how he spanked his daughter. Her bottom was crimson!"

"Lets go buy those canes."

"Oh, my! Isn't that going to be fun? We'd like two school canes, Ma'am."

I laughed and echoed, "Who is it for, a boy or a girl, and what's his or her age?"

"It's for us Ma'am!"

"Would you like to try them? I could ask my husband."

We were no longer laughing when we discreetly surveyed the shop after having parked our bikes. A couple of customers had just walked out.

"Lets move! There's only Mrs Morrison at the counter."

We were already blushing as we entered the store, and the door had chimed as loud as a church bell."

Again Maya poked me, and as fast as I could I stammered, "G... g... good morning Ma'am, may we please have two school canes."

Mrs Morrison greeted us, and acknowledged our request with a strange grin. "Good morning, young ladies, two school canes, yes, of course." Just then we heard the door chiming, and a middle-aged couple entered.

She also greeted them. "I'll be right with you."

She disappeared at the other end of her shop for a few very long minutes. Maya blushed as red as a traffic light, and I felt my cheeks glowing. She reappeared with two school canes. If that couple hadn't heard us earlier, they now saw the two rods. "It will be £7.50, please." We paid, and just about ran!


Then it was time for our atonement. Sunday morning before the service, we presented ourselves at the vestry wearing the miniskirts we had worn that night. Surprisingly, they had never felt so short.

The reverent smiled when he saw us. He turned to his daughter, the one we had already met, "I have asked Helen to witness your punishment. It is only fair since you had witnessed hers." He swished the two canes, and we shuddered as they hissed. "Excellent! You girls will remember that!"

He gave his daughter a thin blue felt pen and told her to draw a line on our thighs to show where our minis reached.

Then he sternly commanded, "Sylvia, raise your skirt, lower you knickers to your knees, bend over the back of that chair and grab its seat."

"Oh please Sir, it's so embarrassing, may I keep my knickers, please."

"It was on the bare for my daughter, therefore you will bare your bottom!"

Having said that, he gave me a very convincing stroke across my knickers, and I shamefully lowered them.

The more I lowered myself over the back of that tall chair, the more I was conscious of what I was revealing, and the more I blushed. I grab the seat of that chair, feeling my fuzzy peach well exposed.

I heard the cane whistling through the air, and a split second later it felt like a bolt of lightning had come from the sky, and struck my bare bottom. It wasn't Daddy's belt!



I breathed deeply and braced myself for the next stroke.



After the third stroke, my whole bottom was on fire. I stomped my feet, and my knickers fell around my ankles. Number six was across my upper tights and I bawled.


"Stand and sit on the chair!"

I did. I'll never remember how, but I did. With the tip of the cane, he raised my skirt till revealing my tuft and decorated the front of my thighs exactly on the blue line drawn earlier by his daughter.



"That one should teach you to keep your skirt down! Pick up your knickers, stand in the corner holding your skirt up while I deal with your friend, and no rubbing!"

I was sniffling, and hadn't dared mention that we were to receive only six strokes. My bottom and thighs were still throbbing when we were told to pull up our knickers. "You will now attend the service on the first row."

Maya had escaped the corner time.

I was very self conscious when I walked down the aisle with my shortish skirt caressing the fiery cane welts decorating my thighs. I felt like a well punished schoolgirl attending Sunday service with her parents. The front row bench was hard for our sore derrieres. We squirmed from one cheek to the other. Next to me Maya sniffled. "Next time I'll wee in my knickers."

Back home, we crammed together into the bath tube for a long soak with Epsom salts. We also very gently massaged each other's bum with all the creams we had.


"That reverend is a mean old sod!"

Sylvia and May

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Saturday, July 30, 2022

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Friday, July 29, 2022

Sunday, July 24, 2022

Wee-wee girls part 1

Its 5 AM and the sun is peaking. It was a great night, my friend Maya and I have attended a friend's bachelor party. We had drank more than a few, and were singing silly songs as we cycled back home. We were still quite far from our house when I told Maya, "I need to have a wee. I'll never make it!"

She chimed back, "Same here!"

Into an alley we squatted with our miniskirts up and knickers down to our knees. Just then a dog barked, and lights were turned on in the house across the alley. 

An old lady opened her window. She must have been awaken by our singing or the barking dog. She shouted, "Peeing in the street as trollops!" There was a flash and she triumphantly announced, "Got you!" We hurriedly pulled our knickers up and rode on.

A week later a postman rang, "Miss Sylvia Hamilton and Miss Maya Fletcher?" I nodded and was asked to sign for two letters with the crest of the village, one for each of us. I gave Maya hers and opened mine. There was a very clear photo of the two of us having a wee. We blushed and read our letters.

The Woods Municipality

 "Indecent exposure and urinating in the street.

 You are fined £100 for each offence"

 "If you can't pay your fines within 15 days you should request community work."

 Maya uttered, "£200 each! We won't be able to pay the rent!"

Next day we took an hour off work and presented ourselves at the office of the Municipal Constabulary. We were quite distressed when told, "Sorry, we have filled our quota of volunteers for community work. Would you like to see the Sergeant?"

We did, "You girls have been naughty and unlucky. That old biddy is always on the prowl. Sorry I have no community work."

"We won't be able to pay the rent."

"We'll be evicted!"

"We don't want that. Let me call the mayor's office."

"Yes Sir, I understand ... Six of the best."

The Sergeant had turned the loudspeaker on, and we had blanched before blushing.

"You've heard .... and I won't be the village's whipper. You will have to find someone."

"Sighhh... Who...?"

"The school's matron... or the reverend... or that old biddy... I don't know."

Maya protested, "Not that old b..." She did avoid that b word.

"You have 14 days till reporting back to this office."

As we rode our bikes back home we considered our options, "What options?! Moving to a trailer park or finding someone to cane our butts!"

"Were you caned when in school?"

"Nope, I was mostly hand spanked... Exceptionally it was Mom's hairbrush, and you?"

"Samo, but twice got the belt from my father."

Saturday morning we started our quest for a chastiser with the school's matron. I told Maya, "It will be easier with a woman."

Maya wasn't too reassured, "Some women are quite mean .... even meaner than men."

The school's matron didn't look mean. "How may I help you?" We blushed as we showed her the letters about the fines, and explained that we can't afford to pay and no community work is available. I took a deep breath and blurted out, "Huh... we were told that we should be caned."

"Ah! I haven't caned anyone for years, and I sure don't want to be known as the village's caning lady. Sorry, I can't help." She agreed to keep our conversation confidential, and we thanked her.

Next was the reverend.

There was no reply from the house, we decided to explore the church. We were quite surprised to hear resounding smacks. We winked for each other as it sounded like a spanking in progress. We might have found our spanker.

We silently approached the vestry. The door was ajar and we saw a girl our age getting a bare bottom spanking from the reverent. 

He was athletic and he did quite a job of it, her bottom was glowing! He suddenly stopped, he had spotted us and teased, "What have we got here? Two peeping girls! You want a spanking as my naughty daughter?"

He ordered her, "In the corner, hold your skirt up, and no rubbing!"

He turned back to us, "How may I help you?"

We handed him the letters about our fines and he laughed, "Hahahaha! You are the two girls Mrs Peabody caught peeing in the street!" We sheepishly nodded, and Maya poked me. I understood that it was again for me to do the talking. "We can't pay the fines, we wouldn't be able to pay the rent, we'd lose the house. We asked for community work, but none is available. We were told that we should be caned."

Maya finally decided to help, "Please Sir..."

I continued, "...we would have to move to the trailer park."

"We can't have that! I'll help, but the only girl I have caned was my older daughter a year ago, and I no longer have a cane. You will have to buy one, actually best to buy two."

"Where from Sir?"

"The village convenience store, Mr and Mrs Morrison."

We cringed when he added, "Don't forget to soak them in your bath tube the night before. We want them to be whippy."

Then he sternly added, "You girls will remember that!"

Sylvia and Maya

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