It was the Sunday to introduce Ian to my parents.
Saturday at the gym I was a well behaved girl and I only got an appetizer like belting. Five whacks for my last five pounds. I was warned that it was actually the second week with those five pounds. "A week ago it was a big five pounds and this week its a small five pounds... still progressing... but too slow! Next week it will have to be a very small four pounds, or your thighs will again taste the belt!"
Since my thighs had escaped the belt I wore a school like swirly miniskirt in a red tartan. Ian showed his appreciation with teasing, "Hoping you have a good report card for Daddy !"
Ian was very elegant, he obviously had a recent haircut, and he wore a navy blazer with dark grey cords. He also sported his old school tie. He hadn't forget the flowers for Mum, and a good bottle for Pop.
I gave him a peck on each cheeks, and sniffed his after shave. "Dior, Eau Sauvage, classic French, excellent!"
He opened the door of his red vintage Triumph Stag and grinned, "Assorted to your skirt!"
At my parents I opened the way, "Good morning Daddy, Mummy..." Ian was relieved of his presents, and after a manly hand check from Pop, Mum gave him a peck on each cheeks!
We moved on to the living room. Daddy opened a bottle of Champagne and filled up tall glasses, Mum brought a tray of homemade cheese puffs. After toasts Pop started the interrogation, "Janet told us that you graduated as an engineer."
"Yes Sir, mechanical."
"And you have restored that old Triumph ?"
"Yes Sir !"
"What about the Tour de France? I watch it every year, you were a member of the Sky Team, you've won a number of stages."
"I won seven. I was also one of the top 5 on the Champs Elysèes with Chris Froome."
Mum called me from the kitchen to help her bring the starter of shrimps vol-au-vent. I blushed to my ears when I saw that Daddy's strap was still hanging next to the fridge. Hopefully Ian wouldn't be seeing it.
I helped Mum clear the starter. Then I delivered the leg of lamb on its carvery board in front of Pop. She followed with roast potatoes and Brussels sprouts. I tried not to pull a face, I hate Brussels sprouts.
The lamb was perfectly cooked with redder meat in the center and garlic cloves, the roasted potatoes where crisps on the outside and soft on the inside. Mum probably forgot my dislike of Brussels sprouts, and I got a large spoonful. I had a silly child like repartee, "I don't like them, they always stink!" I immediately realized my silly quip, I had my hand in front of my mouth, and tried to apologize, "I am sorry..."
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I didn't get to say more, Daddy had already stood and grabbed my ear
as if I was a still a little girl. He lead me to the kitchen, grabbed his strap and ordered,"Take off your knickers, raise your skirt, and bend over the back of that chair. I am again going to teach you not to be rude to your mother."
I had already felt four incandescent belt smacks across my derriere when I realized that the kitchen door had remained open. They had of course been quite loud, and Ian couldn't have missed them. I had no doubt that he counted each of the twelve whacks I got.
I was red face and rubbing my derriere and thighs with my skirt when returning to our dinning room. I gave Mum a kiss, "I am sorry Mum." She returned my kiss, and cleared my plate. I smiled, I didn't have to eat those ghastly Brussels sprouts. I squirmed on my seat, my bum and thighs were throbbing.
When we had coffee back in the living room, my mini kilt felt very short with the feeling that I was still bare butt.
Pop was telling Ian that he is also an engineer, "Electrical engineer, I have my own contracting firm."
Then he told me to invite Ian to visit the garden. Ian didn't waste the opportunity to give me a super full mouth kiss while gently rubbing my bottom. I could see Mum and Pop through the patio doors, they were smiling. I invited Ian to visit my old room.
"It is almost exactly as I left it when I bought my own house. I took my teddy, my talking doll, a few books and clothes."
"That was quite a belting he gave you."
"The basic is six, and he gave me twelve ... because I was rude. I realized too late how rude I was. I never meant to offend Mummy. I deserved it."
I got my old backpack from atop my cupboard. As I had to stand on tip toes to reach it, I inwardly smiled for the upskirt view I offered Ian. I filled it up with books and clothes. I explored a low drawer, and gave him another peek.
I felt my skirt being raised. It wasn't the Holy Spirit, it was Ian. He whispered, "I feel like a schoolboy raising the uniform skirt of my date, and discovering that her dad belted her...Oh! Whoa ! Its crimson ! Is it still hot ?"
"Have a feel..."
"Oh! Its fiery !"
"Your hands are cool..."
I pulled a tube of Cold Cream from my night stand, "Would you like to rub it?"
He didn't have to be told twice.
Six months later we were married, and Daddy gave him that strap.
Janet
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