I eventually had to give up my seat for an old biddy. She immediately saw the cane stripe decorating my thighs, and none too discreetly told her friend. "When I was in school, the girls who willfully showed their knickers to the boys got a couple of strokes across their thighs."
Her friends echoed. "It sure taught those strumpets to keep their skirts down!"
I felt my upper cheeks glowing as I overheard them. I must have blushed as red as a telephone booth when I sensed the gazing eyes of that schoolboy. I sure felt like a well punished schoolgirl, and somewhat reassured that no one second guessed my real age. It was kinda exciting...
Back home, in the tall mirror behind my bathroom door, I checked the price of my latest misbehavior and poor grades. Four purple stripes across my derriere told that I was well punished. The one across my thighs wasn't as purple, probably because it wasn't administered as severely as those adorning my bum, but it was still throbbing. That pesky little brain cell chimed, "Well deserved!"
I decided to stay home during the weekend. I was going to need long soaks with Epsom salt and regular rubs with Arnica. I reread my lessons bare butt while laying on my tummy. I had to admit that I was well focused, unless my hand wandered.
Monday came too soon. I still had evidence of my atonement. I thought of wearing jeans but no girl wore jeans at our Med School. I found an old dress that was long enough to be safely worn. Lulu, of course, teased me for my granny dress, but it didn't matter. I had a B and an A for the papers I had prepared during the weekend. Lulu teasingly asked if Pappy had visited.
Back home, I noticed a few spots on that old dress. A vengeance from having over enjoyed the linguine with clams at the Med School cafeteria. I cleaned them with a small brush and some soap before hanging it to dry over night. Next morning the spots at turned into large blotches. Sighhhhh
I frantically searched and found a knee high skirt. It would have to do. I was running out of time. I didn't want to be late. I got another B. Lulu was impressed.
After having spent the afternoon at the lab, on the way to the tramway station, a big motorcycle zoomed by and my skirt flew. I caught it, and was sure that I hadn't showed my knickers doing a poor job of covering my still decorated derriere, but it had flown enough for Lulu to spot the faded cane welt across my thighs.
I tried explaining that I fell in the stairs back home. She laughed. "I know a cane stripe when I see one! I haven't told you, but I did get that cane stroke across the thighs for naughtier girls."
She spared me while we were on the tram, but once we had arrived. She said. "You are inviting me for tea, and you are going to confess!"
Once home, while I was serving the tea, she pulled my skirt up. With one hand busy with the teapot, I did a poor job of covering myself, and she chanted. "Bella was caned! Caned as a naughty girl!"
I had to confess. I told her about the costume shop, the automate, the lady behind the magic mirror. I concluded with a vengeance. "You were even naughtier than me with inviting those boys. You deserve to be caned!"
She blushed, and I paid her back for having raised my skirt. I cornered her. "If you aren't a chicken, you will be visiting the lady behind the mirror!"
She glowed, but remained silent. I mercilessly teased her. "Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"
She surrendered. "OK! I'll go!"
I pushed. "Tomorrow afternoon! The chemistry class is cancelled."
"Huh... b... but..."
"Yes, your butt will be caned, and it will be well deserved!"
"Do I have to wear my schoolgirl costume?"
"Yes, and I'll wear mine, as I will be accompanying you. And consider yourself lucky to be accompanied!"
Belinda
To be continued...
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