Eva and Emma teased me all the way home.
"Marie-Chantal, take off your knickers and come here."
"Having Hans' hands under your skirt while in class!"
"What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't!"
They laughed, and I had to join them. I had stopped thinking when I felt his warm hand moving up my thighs.
"Did you wet your knickers?"
I blushed, "Huh!"
Eva repeated the question, "Well, did you?"
I blushed the more as I shyly sighed. "He didn't have time to reach my knickers."
Emma summed up my predicament. "So sorry dear girl, you're going to get your ass tanned for nothing."
A few minutes later, we were back home. Tante Bertha cheerfully greeted us. "How was your first day back in school, girls?"
Eva was the only one to respond. She didn't sound too enthusiastic. "It was ok."
Tata immediately guessed that something wasn't right. "What happened?"
Emma was already halfway up the stairs when Aunty called her back. We were demurely standing in front of her when she repeated her question. "What happened? Out with it!"
I was cornered, caught with my hand in the honey pot, sorta. Red face I gave her my confession, "I was caught with a boy's hand under my skirt while in class."
"Herr Wirtschaft had me writing this, and told me to bring it back for his next class, with your signature. I am very sorry Aunty!"
She frowned. "I remember a similar incident with Eva. Let me guess. It was Hans' hand that was under your skirt, and you were going to help him when you were caught. His hand wasn't spotted because of yours being in the way."
Eva and I had a blushing competition.
"It was Hans, wasn't it?"
I didn't answer.
"Good girl! You aren't a snitch."
She added. "It is a case of having le feu au cul as they say in French, or pants on fire in English, or triefendes Höschenin in German. It's very common for young ladies your age. I have a treatment for it. It's about fighting fire with fire."
I offered my very best plea. "Please Tata, I am very sorry!"
"I have no doubt that you are, but I am going to make sure. Eva, please bring the rose paddle."
When she gave that leather paddle to her Mom. I saw the embossed red rose Emma had mentioned. It was very red. I couldn't imagine my bottom being given such a hue.
She tapped her thighs as she said that. I took off my little girl's knickers, and dropped them on the coffee table. I was about to drape myself over her knees when she grabbed my skirt with both hands and pulled it up to my navel. I blushed crimson as I felt my fuzzy peach being exposed. Then she pulled me over her knees as a little girl about to be given a spanking. Being a big girl it meant that both my hands were on the floor.
I tried to keep my legs tightly close, but I immediately opened them as I felt four fiery smacks igniting my bottom. I remembered Aunt Mc Tavish's hairbrush and how I had pedaled my legs. I again tried to close my legs and again opened them as two scorching smacks were applied to my upper thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! ARGH! OUCH! AIE!"OUCH! AIE!"
That pattern was repeated over and over again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! ARGH! OUCH! AIE! OUCH! AIE!"
As the burning agony in my bottom flamed hotter and hotter, I tried to wriggle away and just about fell off her lap. She didn't pause as she had a long experience with slippery naughty girls. She showed her displeasure with twin brisk smacks on the meat of each thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH! AH! AIE! OUCH! AH! AIE! OUCHEEE!
I already knew that my smacked thighs would show under my skirt when back in school. I stopped wriggling.
I was no longer a twenty year old. I was shamefully pedaling my legs and sobbing as a well punished little girl.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! AIE! ARGH! OUCH! AIE! OUCH! AIE! AH! AIEEE!
I again wriggled, and she again smacked my thighs.
SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!
Suddenly it was over. She helped me up. "Go stand in the corner, with your hands atop your head."
I was sniffling in the corner with my skirt rolled up around my waist, exposing my curls and my incandescent bum and thighs.
Vingt ans et au coin après la fessée cul nu devant mes soeurs.
Sniff... sniff...
Ich bin 20 und stehe vor meiner neuen Schwester in der Ecke, nachdem mir der nackte Hintern versohlt wurde
Sniff... sniff..
Twenty and standing in the corner after a bare bottom spanking in front of my new sisters.
Sniff... sniff...
Then I heard the door. Uncle Manfred was back from his shop. I wanted to hide under the dinning room table. "Ah! What have you got here? A well punished naughty girl!"
He must have read my confession, as he laughed. "Caught with your hands under your skirt while in class. Hahahaha!"
Marie-Chantal and co
To be continued...
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