Next morning I was up early and ironed my cheerleader uniform. I also cleaned and refreshed my white and red trimmed sports shoes. I want to be impeccable when I present myself with my Punishment Slip at the Correction Center.
I wasn't late when I parked my bike under the bike-shed on the Old Whipping Post Lane. There was no whipping post, but there was a small cottage. Above the entrance, a sign read, "Prügeldorf Correction Center". While tugging down my shortish cheerleader skirt, I mused that translated into English, it would read Spankville Correction Center. With butterflies in my tummy, I slowly climbed the few steps leading to the entrance.
I couldn't help my curiosity, and glanced at the windows on each side of the door with the elaborate knocker. There were no curtains and through the one on the right, I saw a girl wearing the sports skirt of the rowing club. She had grabbed her ankles and presented her bare bottom for correction with her skirt pulled up and white knickers lowered down to her knees.
I pushed the door. I already knew that I had to enter the room on the left. A matron was sitting on a swirly office chair behind a large desk. Red face, I politely introduced myself. "Good morning Ma'am, my name is Justine, and I was given a Punishment Slip. "Morning, young lady. I am afraid it won't be such a great morning for you. Take that knife, cut three switches from the hazel tree in the front lawn, and report back."
There was indeed a hazel tree on the left side of the front lawn, and a mean wind! With the street a few yards away on the other side of the low fence, I tried my best to keep my skirt down, but I eventually needed both my hands to cut the switches. That nasty wind blew my skirt up, exposing my knickers to everyone around.
I could feel quite a glow on my way back to the Correction Center, but it didn't compare with the one of the girl from the rowing club who stepped out with both her hands up under her skirt frantically rubbing her well reddened bum. She didn't stop rubbing, although a few passersby were laughing.
Back inside, I saw that Maggy, our neighbor, was next. We exchanged encouraging smiles. I was offered a stool and a bin, "If you care for your bottom, you best clean these switches as best as you can." I did, and when I was done, I had to stand in front of the wall with my hands atop my head and my skirt rolled up to expose my knickers.
A few long minutes later a booming voice from behind me ordered, "Come with me girl, I am going to teach you a lesson you will remember for some time..." I dropped my hands, and turned around to discover another matronly matron. "Don't forget your switches!"
Justine and Cathy
To be continued...
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