The super spanking I got in the morning for having been late at work was a vivid memory, but my derriere was no longer burning.
Thankful that my colleagues had given me some privacy, I nonetheless knew that I would have to face a few of them as it was now 5 pm, and time to close the bank.
I tugged my skirt as far down as it would go hoping my reddish thighs wouldn't show, and stepped out of my office.
I overheard Camilla. "How was it?"
The question wasn't for me, as I was barely out of my office. I overheard Melissa answering.
"It was severe... I got six strokes of the cane... and boy did they sting!"
"What about your drivers license?"
"The Fessée Institute gave me a letter for the Police station, and I got my points back."
"Told you...."
"Yes, thanks! I could have lost my license."
Camilla had noticed me joining them.
"One hundred and forty smacks, its a record, congrats!"
"Huh!"
"We heard him counting the last forty, and you gave quite a concerto."
I couldn't help feeling a warm glow. I was for sure blushing as a peony, but I had no reason to be embarrassed. I wasn't actually teased.
We went for an after work drink at the local pub, and Camilla told Melissa to stop rubbing her skirt over her bum.
"If you can't help rubbing your butt, at least don't raise your skirt up while doing it!"
"These two guys are staring at you..."
She hastily tugged down her mini and blushed like a bus.
I saucily added. "The left is just about drooling!"
She asked, "Do guys know of the Fessée Institute?"
"Its mostly a girls' secret..."
"But the bank manager sure knows about it!"
"And Miss Morrisson!
I gently teased her. "Stop rubbing your skirt over your butt, its like you're inviting that guy to give it a pat..."
Camilla laughed. "Oh a big yummy grope!"
"And considering your six fiery tramlines you might jump out of you skirt and knickers!"
"Hum... that's an idea... he's quite dishy..."
Then the insurance office across the street closed, and the two guys Camilla and I have befriended entered the pub, and they waved for those two to join us.
Melissa beamed, and I whispered to tell her how a week ago my skirt was blown up by a naughty gust of wind and exposed my glowing moon.
Belinda and co
To be continued...
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