With my hands clasped above my head, I was standing red face and sniffling in front of my Online Academy discipline inspector, exposing my fuzzy peach, and feeling my bum and thighs fiercely throbbing. I had been well punished, spanked bare butt like a lazy schoolgirl, and I couldn't say I hadn't deserved it.
"That was long over due!"
"Sniff..."
"Do you have a personal scale? Your file mentions the need to shed some weight."
I did, and it was soon synchronized with my cellphone, computer and etc. I tried not to sigh. I do have to lose a few pounds.
He
eventually left, and I rubbed and danced on the spot. I rubbed some
more on the way to the bathroom, and the tall mirror. I was surprised to
see that my bum wasn't bruised, but it was crimson, a deep crimson, and
it was burning. I rubbed with a wet towel, and it was somewhat of a
relief.
Having
very gently dried my still tingling southern hemispheres, I donned an
old night robe without knickers. The none too melodious voice of Big
brother for the Online Academy program sounded from my laptop, and
reminded me that it was time to have dinner. "...and your seventy smacks
have been added into your punishment book."
I
prepared pasta, and refrained from adding grated Parmesan on top of the
extra light, almost tasteless tomato sauce. I was already learning.
I
called Agatha. She told me that she got fifty smacks, and that her butt
feels raw. I laughed. "I got seventy, and mine doesn't feel raw, it is
raw!"
I
eventually sat in front of my telly, and had to watch another National
Geographic show before being allowed to select my usual series.
Later in bed my fingers wandered, and I had naughty dreams.
"Tuesday morning, 7 am, good morning Bridget." It was Big brother. I
just about jumped out of bed, I didn't want to be awarded ten smacks
for lazing in bed on a work day. I had to work in the morning, and the
afternoon will be for Online Academy classes.
First
thing first, before my shower, I had a look at my bottom in my tall
bathroom mirror. I sighed, it was still quite red, although no longer
crimson. There was no doubt that I had been on the wrong side of a
leather paddle.
I
had a shower and dressed with my academy skirt. Then I had another look
in the mirror, and was relieved that my still reddened thighs were
covered, but also realized that my generously pleated miniskirt might
fly with the wind, and expose to the world that I was punished as a schoolgirl.
I
braided my hair in a single tail, added a light touch of rouge for my
cheeks, and pulled up my ankle socks. I didn't want ten smacks for not
wearing them, and figured that it would be less embarrassing not to look
twenty one if my skirt flew and revealed my red bottom jutting out of
my white cotton knickers.
I
didn't break my diet for breakfast, and wasn't late at the tram
station.
Two stations later I was joined by Agatha. She teasingly
whispered. "Sitting comfortably?" I answered with, "Want me to raise
your skirt, and show you red bum to that old geezer!" We didn't pursue
that exchange, were both suddenly silent, we had seen a girl our age
wearing a short pleated skirt with the same tartan as ours.
She
exited the tram at the same station as us, and we saw her running up
the
stairs to the City Hall. I saw a wide crimson stripe peaking under her
hemline. She tried to tug down her miniskirt, but it was too late.
"Did you
see what I saw!"
"Yes, could be the belt..."
"And she isn't wearing white ankle socks."
We
crossed the street to enter our BT building. A very dishy engineer gave
us a big smile. I sighed, he for sure meant that for Agatha.
Tuesday
mornings aren't as bad as Mondays, but one of the servers over heated
and our chatbots started talking gibberish. We called the engineer on
duty. He was as yummy as the one of earlier. He seemed to have smiled
for me. I must be dreaming!
Next
was an afternoon of online classes at home. They were more and more
challenging. "12/20, not bad, but under the very strict disciplinary
regime you should have had 14/20 for your daily quiz. For a poor daily
quiz its the belt, 6 smacks, and remember that it is the wooden paddle
for the end of week quiz. We are going to teach you to better apply
yourself." Big brother had passed sentence with its usual mono cord
tone.
I
had a long soak with Epsom salt before dinner. After television I went
to bed with my tablet to reread my lesson. Then I dreamed of the strong hands of that dishy
engineer grabbing my bum under my skirt, and zzzzzzz...
Bridget
To be continued...
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