After lunch with our colleagues at a nearby food court, Betty and I had the surprise to find weekly prepaid tram cards on our desks. Another one of Burlington and Burlington's perks. We also had plenty of work which help me not to think about the B & B snag of being skelped if we don't apply ourselves, and I really, really don't like that word!.
By the end of the day I had an email from Mr Burlington, "Dear Lisa, please be more careful with the grammar and the typos, or I will be teaching you a stingy lesson..."
I blanched, and had a loud, "OH!"
Betty came to have a look, and also had an "Oh!"
Maria followed and commented. "Best be careful or its the belt!"
Anna joked. "A B & B bare butt belting also known as a five B, but its never less than six smacks.
I immediately answered. "I am very sorry Sir, and I will do my best to improve my typing. Respectfully. Lisa"
On the tram back home, I was too quiet for chatty Betty. She whispered because of the old geezers sitting across us. "Don't you worry your pretty head! I got quite a few beltings from Pop, and it was only about a few stingy minutes, and they taught me to better apply myself."
Over dinner with Mom and Pappy I told that I had a great day, and mentioned the lunch voucher as well as the prepaid tram card. They were surprised by such generous perks, and again encouraged me to work hard.
In bed, sleep didn't come easy, I eventually slept on Betty's words. "I got quite a few beltings from Pop, and they taught me to better apply myself."
Next morning, we were in time as well as Maria, but Anna was late. After ten minutes, Maria announced. "If she doesn't call now, she's entering the belting zone!" She kindly called her, and left a message.
Ten minutes later, Anna entered our office followed by Mrs Burlington. We guessed that she first went to apologize for her lateness. I eyed the alligator belt held by Mrs B, and understood that she didn't have a valid excuse.
Mrs Burlington announced. "Lisa and Betty you are going to learn the price of being late for work without a good explanation. Anna, remove your knickers!"
I blushed as she obeyed, but didn't blush as much as her! She was red face with her hands holding her skirt in front of her muff.
Mrs Burlingrton further ordered. "Bend over the back of your chair and grab its seat."
Her chair, as all the chairs of our office were on wheels, and she had to open her legs to prevent it from scooting away. She did so step by step to expose herself as little as possible, but she ultimately showed us everything.
The first stroke of the belt was accompanied by a loud SMACK and a squealy "AIEEE!"
As the strokes added up she sang "OUCHEEE! AIEEE!" and danced which caused the chair to further scoot away. Mrs B followed her while vigorously belting her bum. The chair eventually stopped by the wall, and Mrs Burlington carefully aimed the last two strokes to her upper thighs.
She jumped with both hands rubbing those two rapidly reddening belt welts, and and got two more lower across the back of her thighs.
Mrs Burlington warned Betty and I. "Remember this girls, breaking your position without permission means having your thighs decorated."
Mrs B ordered. "Twenty minutes late, twenty minutes of corner time. Hands atop your head, and nose on the wall."
With twenty minutes of corner time, there was ample time for quite a few visitors to discover Anna's red bottom.
The timer set by Mrs B buzzed, and Anna hurriedly had her skirt back on, and hung her knickers to a peg by her filling cabinet.
Maria must have seen how we discovered that we have similar pegs, and explained, for the belt, or tawse its knickers off for the whole day."
Then she scolded her. "Why didn't you call?"
"I was too busy with having met Albert at the tram's station."
"He must have had his hands up under your skirt!"
She blushed as told that she missed a couple of trams.
We had lunch at our usual food court. She was already tugging down her skirt, but Maria told her to pull it further down to avoid showing her decorated thighs.
I couldn't help asking 'how's you', and immediately felt silly for asking such a silly question.
She smiled, she understood that I haven't had my bare bottom tanned by a belt. "I am fine, my bum is no longer burning, and barely sore. It wasn't the tawse!"
Maria added. "And it wasn't Mr Burlington!"
Lisa and co
To be continued...
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