I stood and danced on the spot while rubbing my incandescent bum. Whoa! That triple tawse stung like three belts and five with it felt more intense than fifteen with a belt.
I eventually realized that dancing and rubbing my derriere
with both hands meant exposing my muff to my corrector, a him !
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Shamefully blushing I hurriedly pulled up my knickers, and again danced on the spot while rubbing my bum.
I was back in front of the stern lady behind the counter, and couldn't help rubbing my skirt over my throbbing derriere. She handed me back my parking ticket rubber stamped with Cancelled by the Fessée Institute.
"You should now take it to the Police Station."
"Yes, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."
"Now means right now!"
"Huh! Yes Ma'am."
It was a short walk to the station, but it felt much longer with my pleated miniskirt swaying. I couldn't help imagining that everyone could see my burning bum, as if glowing through my knickers and skirt.
At the Police Station I handed my parking ticket, and the officer was kind enough to only have a discreet smile when reading "Cancelled by the Fessée Institute."
Back home, the tall mirror in my bathroom showed that my seat of learning has been taught a good lesson.
I had a long soak with Epsom salt, and worked on my next quiz before calling it a day.
Next morning, back at the bank, the miniskirt rivalry would be as usual in full swing, and opting out would forfeit the opportunity to impress the dishy insurance agents from the neighboring office. I mused, perish the very idea of it, and adjusted my favorite navy pleated miniskirt.
I sat carefully at my desk and Camille didn't miss it. She discreetly whispered.
You paid for that parking offense at the Fessée Institute!"
I nodded just as discreetly.
Her eyebrows danced with curiosity. I teasingly made her wait, and tried not to laughed as she furrowed her brows.
I eventually whispered. "Five with the tawse!"
She first chuckled. "A bargain!" Then asked. "What's a tawse?"
"Its wide strap split into two of three belt like tails."
"And?"
"I got the triple one, and ouch!"
"Ah!"
Our whispering was interrupted by my first clients, a charming middle aged couple who needed a loan for remodeling their house...
Then it was lunch at our usual self service restaurant with sexy insurance agents.
I teased Camilla. "Minx! You rolled up your skirt as if a 6th former!"
She didn't miss me. "I have been a good girl, I don't have to hide a red bum!"
She hadn't said that out loud, but I nonetheless shushed her.
After our meal it was the cafeteria, and weren't adverse to sharing one of these small and tall mini tables with a pair of handsome guys for coffee. After having exchanged first names they paid for our coffee!
Then it was time to return to our respective offices, and as we stepped out of the self service restaurant a sudden gust of wind from a speeding lorry had my skirt flying.
I shamefully blushed as I overheard, "That girl got a darn good belting!" I didn't look back, I just about ran back to the bank...
Later with another blush I asked Camilla. "Have I really showed it all!"
She was real nice with trying to avoid a direct answer. "Well..."
"Truthfully please."
"Truthfully it was a full flash."
"Oh no ! And what about the guys at the cafeteria have they...?"
"One of them got a front row seat, and told the other one..."
"Argh!"
She mischievously winked, "Its the one you fancy who got the best seat in the house."
I had naughty dreams that night...
Next day I wore a pencil skirt, it was of course a mini. I soon understood that everyone had heard of how I had showed my knickers and red bum to the world when I overheard the chuckling old biddies of the filling room.
Abigail
To be continued....
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