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Forest Hill part 3

I became close to Sophia, we have something in common, spanking hubbies !

 

With a blush and stammering I finally popped the question which had been on my mind for days, "Do you .... get horny .... when Jonathan .... spanks you ?"

Sophia hadn't expected that question although she probably had shied from asking the very same question. She blushed as she answered, "Yes and no, it depends. Expecting a spanking, waiting for a spanking does makes me horny, and the more so if its well deserved..."

"Phew! I am so relieved. I thought I was a weirdo ! I also love it when I have to wait to be punished. The spanking itself makes me horny as well..."

"Yes, up to about 40 or 50 smacks, beyond that it becomes different..."

 

I returned to the butcher. "How was your barbecue Ma'am ?"

"My hubby was furious... We had to go to the supermarket on a Saturday morning..." I instinctively rubbed my bottom and felt like an idiot, 'Why don't you also spell out that you were spanked !?"

I got a lamb roast and the butcher's wife again none too discreetly commented as I left the shop. "She was well spanked, I can tell that she was spanked !"

 

Next day Sophia and I went to the supermarket. It was getting warmer and we had chanced short flowery spring dresses. I hope it will fly while riding my bike. I love it when the boys whistle as they catch a glimpse of my thighs or more, it gives me a glorious glow. Last time we rode together Sophia was whistled twice and it was only once for me, "Grgrgrgr!"

 

With the packs of beer in our panniers and our backpacks well filled we rode back towards our village. I pestered, "They could take one car to the station and leave us a car for the weekly supermarket shopping. Sophia chimed, "I want to buy a mini but I don't make enough. The salon doesn't requires me more than two afternoons a week, having their nails done isn't a priority for old biddies !" "Same here, the nurse doesn't need me more than three afternoons a week, and Eric wont give me anything, he wants a pool !"

 

As usual we took the forbidden shortcut. Its a semi-private alley between properties and the river. The climb to the village isn't as steep. There's a cycle barrier and a sign clearly stating pedestrians only. It also mentions £ 50 fine for bicycles, moped, motorcycles. I feel that it is quite silly to ban bikes, they are silent and non polluting.

 

We had to step down from our bikes to push them through the U-chicane, and we were startled by the gruff voice of the Municipal Constable who appeared out of nowhere,

"Got you !"

"Sorry Sir ! We'll turn back..."

"Too late ! I have been waiting for the two of you for a week. You're names ? And don't give me fake names !"

"Fifty Pounds' too much Sir, I don't make more than ten quids an hour !"

"Then you should make an appointment with the Headmaster on Whipping Post Lane."

We blanched, we remembered Jonathan having told about him...

 

Once Sophia had stored her groceries she left a message for Jonathan telling him that she's with me. We were having iced tea when our men came back from work. They immediately felt that something was wrong with us. "Out with it !" they said. We gave them our summons. It didn't take more than a nano second for them to have us draped over their knees with our dresses up and knickers down. We each got a very thorough spanking. While we were doing the well punished dance Eric pulled his cellphone out and called the Headmaster. We couldn't believe our ears !

 

"Yes Sir, I am Eric her husband... Its Erika with a k... Yes, there's two of them... let me pass you on to Sophia's husband..."

Jonathan took the cellphone, "Yes Sir, they will ride their bikes... I understand, pleated skirts, 20 cm above the floor when kneeling..."

 

Erika and Sophia

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The cane...

With a wink for James Stephenson's Blog...

 

 

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Forest Hill part 2

A week later we are to entertain our neighbors Sophia and Johnathan. I visited the village butcher, "May I please have two dozens lamb chops..."

"Sorry Ma'am, I am out, you should have called a day or two earlier... I have a lovely lamb roast..."

"Huh, Eric, huh, I mean my hubby said, lamb chops for the barbecue..."

"The lamb roast won't do for a barbie, I have chicken drumsticks, sausages and racks of ribs..."

 

The little wheels between my ears spun, You're such a goofy girl, shopping Friday morning for lunch with guests on Saturday, and working this afternoon, no time for the supermarket. Eric is going to be furious ! You will get your ass well spanked and it will be well deserved. Pray that he doesn't smack your thighs !

 

"Ah..." I pulled out of my 'reverie'. "I'll have an assortment, please... We are four."

As I left the shop I blushed, as I overheard the butcher's wife, "If her man is a real man he will tan her butt !"

 

Saturday morning Eric had a look in the fridge after breakfast, "Dearest, where are the lamb chops ?"

 

"The butcher didn't have any, I got an assortment of chicken drumsticks, sausages and racks of ribs..."

 

"Let me guess, you didn't call the butcher a few days in advance as I told you !"

 

"Soz dear, I forgot..."

 

"They treated us with prawns and you want us to offer chicken drumsticks !"

 

"Come here !"

 

He grabbed my small shorts and peeled them down to my knees with my knickers before pulling me over his lap. I got one hundred resounding smacks. I was dancing on the spot with my hands frantically rubbing my fiery derriere when he said, "Pull your shorts up ! We are going to the supermarket."

 

I panicked, "Please may I wear a skirt instead of my shorts ?"

 

He agreed. I was relieved. I didn't want to show my well reddened under curves to the whole supermarket. I should have refrained from being so relieved. He added with a teasing grin, "You will get another spanking when we are back, and you will change back into your shorts !"

 

I had no choice. I demurely agreed, "Yes dear..." The supermarket was crowded with Saturday morning shoppers. We bought big crayfishes and lamb shops. As we waited at the cashier Eric fumed. "Wait till we get home !" The young woman in front of us turned around when she heard that. She must have seen my contrite look, and she had a compassionate smile. Her mate looked as stern as Eric.

 

When back home, while he prepared the barbecue, I had to stand on our terrace bare from my navel to my sneakers with my hands on my head. It was most embarrassing, what if other neighbors walked by ?

 Then he gave me my second spanking as our guests were arriving. I kicked my legs and was quite conscious that I was showing everything I have. When he was done I had to stand red face and bottom throbbing with my hands back on my head while he announced, "I had specifically told Erika to call the butcher in advance, and she forgot..."

 

He allowed me to get dressed. I picked up my skimpy shorts from a nearby chair and carefully pulled them up in front of our friends. As I wasn't given back my knickers I could feel my glowing under-curves generously peeking out of my shorts.

 

 Later, as we sat for lunch Johnathan chimed. "A year ago the Village Council voted an ordinance offering young ladies caught for minor offences the alternative of being sent to the Headmaster on Whipping Post Lane instead of paying fines..."

 

Eric echoed, "Interesting ! It will save us a few bobs..."

 

I gingerly squirmed on my garden chair...

 

It was also news for Sophia, and she pulled a long face...

 

Johnathan added, "He's a retired headmaster, and a friend of the mayor who asked him to help keep the peace..."

 

./..

 

After the barbecue, while I was loading the dishwasher Eric cupped both my nates with his powerful hands, and teased, "That was quite a spanking you got young lady !"

I suitably blushed as I played along, "Yes Sir, I was a naughty girl, and I was severely punished..."

"Must have been embarrassing to wear those shorty shorts and show your reddened butt to the neighbors ?"

"Worse was having them see me pedaling my legs while being spanked..."

I turned around into his arms and he picked me up, and...

 

Erika

To be continued...

 

(Soz, the short shorts drawing isn't from Phil, but the story is still dedicated to him..)

 

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Forest Hill part 1

The name is Erika, 22, newlywed with Eric, 24, a first name match, amazing ! We had a great honey moon in Scotland, Eric had worn a kilt, with navy shorts. I had also worn a kilt, a short one, with white knickers.

Then we bought a house in Forest Hill, a small village by a forest and atop a hill, obviously ! It wasn't one of those new paper-mâché houses. Its a sturdy stone house with a big garden on the edge of the village.

Monday to Friday Eric takes the train from the nearby market town to Birmingham, his office is next door to the station. I also work, part time as a secretary for the local nurse, and take care of our house and its garden.

Since Eric takes the car to the station, I bought a bike and my long legs get plenty of exercise as the supermarket is 5 miles away. The village with its single lane uphill road branching from a very narrow bridge has remained into a time warp with only an old co-op and very few shops.

I work either mornings or afternoons, as the nurse needs me. She is a stern middle aged lady, "Women your age should wear short skirts, not too shorts tho, an inch above the knees..." She didn't have to repeat herself. There isn't too many jobs in the village. She is married to the reverend, a tall bony man looking as a scarecrow.

There's a few more scary middle aged couples, always dressed in black or dark blue. The one of the jelly-belly mayor and his matronly church lady. The burly constable with his grey haired wife who looks like a prison warden. The chief municipal caretaker and the thin downtrodden woman who looks like she wouldn't say boo to a goose. They are the law of the land, and the village is picture perfect...

Most of the men work in Birmingham or Nottingham. The children are picked up by a school bus from the nearby market town. The women are homemakers with the exception of the younger ones, who unmarried or without children, work in the few shops.

Until the nurse, my employer, mentioned that young women should wear skirts I hadn't noticed that most of the women my age wear above the knees dresses or skirts. Eric as probably all the men of the village didn't object. He also has fun pulling up my skirt up...

Then we had a surprise. Saturday morning we overheard Johnathan, our neighbor shouting, "I told you to mow the lawn on Monday and reminded you on Thursday, why haven't you done it ?"

Sophia his wife meekly replied, "I am sorry Hon, the tractor wouldn't start and I forgot to call the mechanic..."

"I am going to give you a spanking, a well deserved spanking !"

Out of curiosity Eric walked around our house to have a better view of their terrace, and I followed with a blush.

He grabbed her by the belt of her jeans miniskirt, unbuckled it and pushed her skirt down her slender legs till it fell on the ground. She started blushing. Then he peeled her knickers down to her knees and pulled her over his lap. She blushed the more. He also gently brought one of her arms behind her back. Then he spanked her. It wasn't a naughty schoolgirl's spanking, it was a long and severe spanking.

Eric with a teasing smiled said, "Lets pay them a visit !"

I objected, "Maybe we should wait a few minutes..."

"You're such a prude ! Hurry up !"

He took my hand, and I had to follow him.

A minute later I was blushing as red as Sophia.

 She had kicked her knickers off, and was pedaling her legs and showing everything. Johnathan acknowledged us, "Almost done !" He was counting aloud, "94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100 !" I understood that she was to receive one hundred smacks. He helped her stand with her crimson butt facing us. "Pick up your knickers and skirt, and get us a couple of beers."

She turned around and we saw that she was red face with moist eyes. I was frozen. Eric told me, "Why don't you help her..." I hurriedly picked up her skirt while she picked up her knickers, and followed her to the kitchen. She was rubbing her fiery derriere.

 "Huh... How may I help ?"

She opened the fridge, grabbed a can of Pepsi and rubbed her glowing bum with it, "Please take two Heineken and bring them to the guys..."

I did and returned. She was pulling up her knickers. "That was quite a spanking ! You're ok ?"

"Oh yes, it wasn't the first one and won't be the last one !"

She had said that without any acrimony or resentment, as if a fact of life. "What did you do, or didn't do ?"

"I haven't mowed the lawn as I was told. The tractor wouldn't start, and I forgot to call the mechanic..."

"You should have called, I would have offered ours..."

From the terrace we heard Joshua, "Honey! They are staying for lunch. I am firing up the barbie..."

Later between two prawns Johnathan with a faked innocent grin teased, "Erika, tell us, has Eric ever spanked your lovely bum ?"

Suitably blushing, I stammered, "Huh... huh..."

Eric with a wide smile, "Dearest tell them of your last spanking..."

I was cornered, and with a deep blush I confessed, "I was spanked three days ago for having messed up our dinner..."

Eric added, "Erika isn't the best cook this side of the Pecos."

Jonathan winked for Eric and further teased, "Did Eric take your knickers down?"

Sophia had an amused smile, and I blushed the more...

I had again stammered and Eric raised his voice, "Erika !"

"Yes Sir..."

They were both determined to having me blush crimson and Eric again commanded, "Erika !"

I had to spell it out, "Yes Sir, Eric took my knickers down..."

Erika

To be continued…

NB : This story is dedicated to Phil...

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More rubbing...

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