Two days later, at the self service across the street from the bank, I no longer had to worry about showing how I had been punished like a lazy schoolgirl. I no longer tugged my miniskirt every other minute. What's the use of wearing a mini if you're shying away from attracting the gaze of the guys.
I had been working hard on my online lessons, and after hours Miss Morrison had been helping Camilla and me with our homework.
Today I had been ask to collect some new secured forms from the printing mill, and when back some bozo had taken my parking space, and I had three heavy boxes to carry. The only space close to the bank overstepped on the bus stop. I felt like I didn't have much of a choice, and parked with my warning lights.
I rushed with the first box, and when I came back for the second one I heard the bus loudly honking. The driver didn't see me waving an apology. I hurried with the second and third boxes. Meanwhile the bozo who had taken my parking space had left, and as I sat behind the wheel I saw the green parking ticket under my wiper. I got it and it came with that flyer for the Fessée Institute.
I re-parked my car, and back in our office I showed that ticket and flyer to Camilla. "What does it mean?"
She was quite practical. "Take it to the Institute..."
"It might earn me a sore bum!"
"And save you seventy quids..."
"Humm..."
Then it was Saturday morning, and I dressed with a tartan pleated mini skirt as short as the one I was told to wear for my first visit to the Fessée Institute...
I wasn't too surprised to see a girl about my age facing the wall by the door for the room I had already visited.
I was welcomed by another stern looking middle aged lady who asked. "What will it be young lady?"
"I was given a parking ticket with the flyer of the Institute..."
"Have you taken an appointment?"
"Huh... no..."
"You should have! Saturday morning is our busiest time."
"I am sorry..."
"Face the wall with holding your skirt up."
"Huh..."
"Now!"
I sheepishly went to face that wall, and pressed against it to try to hide a shameful blush as I raised my skirt and exposed my knickers.
I saw the other two girls enter the room and exit it with rubbing their skirts over their bum, but couldn't actually see their faces.
It was eventually my turn, and surprised! It was a middle aged man. Camilla had told me that it could be a man.
"For a parking ticket to be cancelled its six with the triple tawse, do you have any mitigating circumstances ?"
"I had three heavy boxes to carry..."
"Mitigation accepted, only five of the best. Skirt and knickers off, bend other that contraption and hold on tight, its going to sting!"
I took off my knickers and skirt off, and boy did I blush, I felt my ears tickling!
That triple tawse was like three belts, and it sure stung and ignited my bum. After the second stroke I pedaled my legs and for sure showed everything!
Abigail
To be continued...
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