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Girl Guides part 1

 On board an old Scottish puffer traveling the Highlands. Cécile and Brigitte two French girls in their late teens, wearing short shorts, were eyeing two Scottish boys wearing kilts. The two girls were whispering in French, "Scottish boys are said to be wearing nothing under their kilts..."

"In your dreams ! The one on the left is wearing navy shorts."

The lads were also whispering, "I would love to slowly peel down the shorts of the red head..."

"She's French and a red head, too hot for you !"

Suddenly the train stopped dead with brakes screeching. It took everyone by surprise. The girls' backpacks fell out of the overhead compartment, but they weren't underneath. They had been sent flying on the knees of the Scottish boys. The girls and the boys had their hands full ! The girls eventually stood. They all profusely apologized, and it was hard to say who was blushing more. The boys were about to help the girls with their fallen backpacks when the train hastily reversed. This time the boys landed on the girls knees. They again had their hands full, and all of them laughed.

The intercom crackled, "There has been a landslide, the tracks are covered with mud. We are reversing till the last station..."

The girls were chatting while they adjusted their backpacks as they prepared to leave the train.

"The other boy is also wearing navy shorts..."

"He got a good feel of your bum and you didn't mind too much !"

It was a miniature station with only one room. It wasn't expecting a train to stop on that day, the single ticket booth was closed. They went through and stopped in front of a horse drawn carriage. On the front bench sat two girls wearing British girl guides uniforms. They called out, "You're the French girls ?"

"We're French, why ?"

"Hop aboard ! We have been waiting for you since the landslide !"

Cécile was about to say that they aren't French girl guides...

Brigitte hurriedly shushed her. They exchanged high five and climbed aboard...

The two girls introduced themselves, "I am Dorothy and she is Camilla..."

"I am Cécile and she is Brigitte..."

Dorothy warned, "Sister Maria won't approve of your shorts..."

Camilla offered, "We can stop somewhere and you can change into your uniforms..."

Cécile did a great job of having a contrite like tone, "Oops! We forgot them !"

"Oh my ! Sister Maria will roast your butts !"

Brigitte followed with, "We have jeans skirts, they are quite shorts, but they might be more agreeable to Sister Maria...

Dorothy nodded, and Camilla steered the horse towards a grassy curb. Cécile and Brigitte search their backpacks and exchanged their shorts for jeans miniskirts. The English girls mused, "I would love to wear such shorts !"

"You would have all the boys drooling !"

Dorothy noticed the French girls miniskirts, "I don't know if Sister Maria will be happier with those skirts..."

Cécile whispered, "They said that we are going to have our butts roasted…”

Brigitte laughed, "Don't tell me that you are afraid of a spanking !"

"I sure aren't, and I have probably received more spankings than you !"

"That's impossible !"

They exchanged challenging high fives as they went under a ranch like gate with a sign reading, "Holy Loch Ranch" It was actually a campsite with a dozen or more small chalets like bungalows by a shimmering lake on a hilly backdrop. There was also an old two floor stone and wood house with a couple of smoking chimneys. They guessed that it was the dining hall with the kitchen and some offices. Obviously the rooms of the sisters were above.

Camilla had the horse stopping by a large terrace in front of that building. There was a stern looking middle aged matron standing on that terrace with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a dark grey dress with a leather belt. Dorothy whispered, "That's Sister Maria..."

She welcomed us with bellowing, "What are those trollop skirts ? Why aren't you wearing your uniforms ?"

"Soz Sister, we forgot them..."

"Come here !"

When we stood in front of her she had our ears ringing with, "Having forgot your uniforms and wearing trollop skirts ! I am going to give you a lesson to remember..."

"What's your name ?"

"I am Brigitte Ma'am..."

With one swift move she grabbed my wrist and pulled me over her knees while sitting on a nearby wooden bench. She raised my miniskirt and yanked my knickers into my crack. Then she spanked me. She had hard callous hands and spanked fast. It was a long and fiery spanking. She did more than alternating between my cheeks, she also smacked my upper thighs and I couldn't help pedaling as a well spanked naughty girl. I felt lucky to have kept my knickers. I didn't know how many smacks I got. She concluded with, "Next time you misbehave I'll take down your knickers !" 

 She had me standing up, and grabbed Cécile. A few minutes later, which must have felt much longer for Cécile, we discreetly pulled out our tongues as if challenging each other, and we didn't rub our fiery bums. Then Sister Maria ordered, "Camilla, Dorothy, they will be bunking with you, and take them to the store for uniforms !"

Cécile and Brigitte

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Wendy at the library...

 

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Aunt Roberta part 6 and epilogue

I stepped out of Miss Roberta's row house with a desperate urge to rub my fiercely burning bum, but I didn't dare because of the mini market across the street. An eighteen year old schoolgirl in uniform frantically rubbing her butt would for sure have all the neighboring boys laughing and chanting, "She had her bum smacked, well smacked, and smacked crimson !"

 

For another poor report card Miss Roberta had caned me on the bare in front of my friends Harriet and Nancy. Six times the cane had whipped my nates. Six agonizing stripes of fire.

 Then she had me stand next to the blackboard of her small school room with my hands on my head, skirt rolled up, and knickers spread between my legs. I cried buckets, and didn't care that my chums could see everything...

That was my first caning and it wasn't the last one. All my report cards did improve after that punishment. Mum said that it taught me the lesson I so richly deserved. I didn't argue. She might send me back to Miss Roberta for a few more strokes. True that laying on your tummy with a fiery derriere tends to persuaded one to reread the preps...

 

The three of us got our A level with honors. Harriet's mother and Mum paid for our driving lessons. We also started med school. Nancy took an exam with the Royal Post Office and was appointed as postal inspector in Scotland.

 

Harriet and I still have tuition with Miss Roberta and she lately said that she would belt our thighs and have us wear short school skirts ! We weren't too worried because she has often made that threat and never implemented it. However we are still not allowed to wear jeans, but we don't mind too much as the boys love to peak under our skirts, and we find that so exciting !

 

She decided that since we are big girls she will forgo hand spankings or the belt and use only the cane. "If feeling lenient I might use a tawse..." We pulled long faces and apprehensively rubbed our bottoms when she announced that.

 

When I got a fail grade for a chemistry test I expected to be caned. I wasn't disappointed ! At the age of twenty I was punished as a school girl, with having to remove my knickers and raise my skirt for a bare ass caning. Six fiery stripes had my bum dancing as I held onto the chair I was bending over. I was well punished. "Ouch!"

 

I didn't expect that she would pull me out of her study by the ear and lead me to stand in front the wall in the corridor as a punished teenage girl.

Worse was the surprised mimics of two younger girls waiting for their interviews when Miss Roberta raised my skirt to expose my decorated derriere.

 

She held the report card with the infamous big bright red F against the wall, “Hands behind your back young lady. You are to hold this card against the wall with your nose during your corner time. Don’t let it fall to the floor or I shall revisit your bottom..."

 I remembered when I saw Nancy in a similar predicament on my second visit to Miss Roberta... I blushed to my ears as my blazing bum felt so naked...

 

"In fifteen minutes, while keeping your skirt up, you will be asking for your knickers..."

 

Lilly, Harriet and Nancy

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Papa isnt happy...

 

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Aunt Roberta part 5

After that lesson Nancy invited us to a nearby French coffee shop for tea and chocolate eclairs. We carefully smoothed our short skirts before sitting, we didn't want to show our reddened thighs. We also sat gingerly with winks for each other.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch indeed !"

"Is Miss Roberta really your aunt ?"

"Yes, she is my Aunty on my mother's side."

"Do you live with her ?"

"Yes, my parents had to move to Birmingham for Pop's job."

"Since you're working couldn't you have a flat of your own ?"

"With my post office salary I couldn't afford more than a basement, and there's no social housing for singles..."

"Hum..."

"Huh..."

"And I want to save for driving lessons, and Aunty cooks, and does the laundry..."

"How's working at the post office ?"

"It would be fine if I no longer stood behind the counter... People are rude and mean..."

"Couldn't you ask for another position ?"

"I am at the bottom of the ladder without my A-level, it means the counter."

"The other day, why were you in the corner after having received a caning ?"

"You girls are so curious !"

We mischievously smiled...

"I got an F at the adult college, and it wasn't the first one...."

"The cane, that must have been fierce !"

"It sure was, I will for sure do my best to avoid another F !"

"Why aren't you wearing jeans since you're no longer in school...?"

"Aunty told me that she will have me wear a short school skirt like you guys if she caught me wearing trollop jeans..."

"Ah!"

 

A week later Miss Roberta had us rework our latest math lessons on the blackboard. She was very good, I finally understood what I had missed in class. The fact that she raised my skirt and slapped my thighs might have helped. Who knows ? Mum is convinced that it did !

 

Back at our desks she gave us puzzle like math exercises :

Exercise 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exercize 2

"No calculator and you have 3 minutes... It will be 5 smacks with the belt for a failed exercise and 12 if you fail both. On the bare in front of your classmates !"

 

(If you are game grab a pen and paper, and apply yourself ! Remember that you will be punished for your failure according to the above mentioned system of penalties...)

 

I smiled, it was easy. I was done before the buzzer. I enthusiastically raised my hand !

Miss Roberta didn't read the answers out loud. She wrote a large red F in front of each of my exercises. I blanched.

"Haste make waste, Lilly ! Full moon in front of the class, skirt up, knickers down, step on the small stool and grab the seat of that chair..."

It was very embarrassing to be so exposed. I felt my ears tickling I knew that I was blushing crimson...

 

 "Wack!"

"Oh! Ah!"

"Smack!"

"Ouch!"

"Wack!"

"Oh! Ah!"

I couldn't do the naughty girl's dance to try to cool my bum with standing on that little stool.

"Wack!!

"Oh! Argh!"

"Smack!!"

"Ouch!!!!"

"Wack!!

"Oh! Argh!"

She worked down my bum and thighs, and I feared that the last two might show under my skirt...

"Wack!"

"Oh! Ah!"

"Smack!"

"Ouch!"

 

I was sniffling and again blushing to my ears as I bowed to pull up my knickers.

 

I adjusted my skirt and rubbed my fiery butt and thighs as I returned to my desk.

 

I sat gingerly and studied the solutions Miss Roberta had given me. She was right, haste makes waste. I felt quite silly, and squirmed left and right on my chair.

 

Later at the coffee shop Harriet told Nancy and I to pull ours skirt down, and giggled. We questioned, "Whats so funny ?"'

"You both had a blushing contest !"

 

Lilly, Harriet and Nancy

 

To be continued...

 

(The solutions are posted in Commants...)

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A tribute to Phil

 

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