Echo part 1

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 Echo part 1

 It is one of those elegant turn of the century apartment buildings with a small courtyard and a tall carriage door. Lounges and dining rooms over look a quiet street lined with old trees, consistent of an affluent neighborhood. On the ground floor one finds a dentist and a doctor. Also on the ground floor, but on the courtyard's side the caretaker and his spouse are to be found.

My name is Cecilia. I am 22, tall and slim with dark hair. I am to start my second year of med school. I moved into that bourgeois building when my parents inherited two small but lovely apartments from my great grand uncle  I am using one while the other is on sale. The money will allow my parents to redecorate their retirement cottage in the country.

Late September, I am finally settled in my apartment and while doing my biology prep I overheard a loud one sided exchange punctuated by smacking sounds. As curious as a cat I went to my bedroom, and from its opened window I overheard, "An F in math ! I am going to teach you a lesson, take off your knickers !"

SMACK!

OUCH!

"I'll belt your thighs till you take them off !"

SMACK! 

"OUCH!"

Gazing across the courtyard, onto the other aisle of the building, I spotted an opened bedroom window, and saw my lovely 18 year old neighbor standing by her bed. Two embarrassing red marks were decorating the back of her thighs. She obviously didn't want more and surrendered her knickers. Then her mother had her wriggling her derriere with her belt. I counted ten strokes, and her bum was decorated with a pattern of crimson stripes.

A few seconds later, left by herself, and laying on her tummy she gently massaged her well reddened bum with Cold Cream. I returned to my biology prep, and studied it as if I am to be similarly punished in case of a poor grade.

A few days later I explored the bookshelves of my great uncle. Well hidden behind some huge world atlas and in-quarto history books I discovered a tall pile of magazines. I reached and grabbed the top one. Both my eyebrows shot up when I discovered what I had fished. The cover didn't require a caption !

The magazine was named Janus. It was obviously named after the two face Greek God. It was somehow suitably named for my uncle who was a perfect gentleman. Although he must have enjoyed having me sit on his lap when I was younger. Of course my short schoolgirl skirt rode up my thighs, but he always remained a lovely old uncle.

Before turning my light off I read the story pertaining to the cover. The lady was the headmistress of a strict boarding school for girls, and the schoolgirl was to be punished for a poor report card. Her gymslip was pulled up and her blue serge knickers lowered. She got six of the best. I learned that it means six strokes of the cane.

That night I had a steamy dream.... I was a schoolgirl blushing as a strawberry when my skirt was raised and my knickers lowered. I was to be caned for a poor biology prep. I felt shamefully bare, and apprehensively expecting the cane to whip my very bare bottom... "Grgrgrgr!" The radio alarm clock woke me up with a stupid commercial before my for sure well deserved punishment...

The magazine was still opened on the pic of the girl’s well streaked nates. While brushing my teeth  I also remembered my neighbor being belted for an F. I mused, maybe I wouldn't have flunked my first year if I had been punished for my poor grades. It was a silly thought, my parents had never spanked me.

I got a B+ for my biology test. I hadn't expected such a good grade. I imagined that I was inspired ! In front of me at the cashier was a med school student I had briefly met, she looked gloomy...

While still queuing at the supermarket I got a call from the real estate agent, a lady wants to visit the apartment I am to sale for my parents.

Back home, in the courtyard, I came across my young neighbor. She was wearing her school uniform and contrary to most schoolgirls she hadn't rolled up her pleated skirt. She obviously didn't want to show her belted thighs. She was curious and asked, "You've moved into the apart of old Mister Jones ?"

I nodded, "Yes, he was my great grand uncle, I am Cecilia..."

"I am Natalie, and I am to take my A-Levels at the end of the year..."

I smiled, "Second year of med school for me..."

Cecilia

To be continued...

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Forest Hill part 6/6

Sophia had said, "The guys won't be too happy with those Requests for Husbandry Chastisement..." I had agreed with her, and prepared Eric with his favorite pasta in a rich cheese sauce and bacon. After dinner when I felt that he was in a good mood I took the plunge.

"Hon, please don't be upset..."

I felt like an idiot with such a lame approach...

"Why would I be upset dear ?"

I gave him the form. He first raised one eyebrow and soon raised the other one.

"Speeding ! Have you thought how dangerous those old cobbled streets could be ?!"

I offered a pity full, "Huh, soz hon, I won't do it again..."

"That's for sure ! Get me your hairbrush !"

It was a plastic one, and he smacked his hand with it before shouting,

"Mr Constable said "severe" I am not going to give you a tickle-booty spanking, I am going to roast your butt ! Get the blue ping pong paddle !"

I almost wet my knickers when I gave it to him.

"Hold your skirt up !"

He slowly peeled my knickers, I would have loved the feeling for a playful hand spanking or even a more severe one, but it was to be the ping pong paddle.

After a dozen whacks with it he stopped, phew !

"Argh! This is no fun ! I want to feel your luscious ass under my palm. I want to feel it bouncing and warming up..."

I knew it was silly, but I said it anyway, "I do prefer your hand..."

He continued the spanking with his hand, he also smacked the back of my thighs, "You will have to keep your skirt down to avoid advertising that you were again spanked !"

He stopped and kept me on his knees, my bum was throbbing. Next he sat me on his knees, and we soon moved to the sofa...

 

Next morning, the guys had already gone to work, when I visited Sophia. She playfully lifted my skirt, "Oh my, this young lady was spanked !" She poked each of my cheeks with her index finger, "The mark of a ping pong paddle !"

I wrestled her onto the sofa, raised her skirt, pulled down her knickers and pinched her bum, "Another well punished naughty girl ! How many with that paddle ?"

"About a dozen, he didn't like it, and you ?"

"Samo, he said that he likes to feel my luscious ass bouncing and warming up under his palm..."

We laughed and rode to the City Hall at a more sedate speed. We mostly pedaled above the saddle.

 

The burly constable was in office, and he welcomed us with a wide grin, "Ah! Good morning young ladies ! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit ?"

I tried to smile. What cheek ! As if he didn't know ! He was obviously playing cat and mouse. "Good morning Sir."

Sophia added, "We are returning those Request for Husbandry Chastisement..."

I chimed, "We were chastised !" I refrained from adding, Do you want to see the evidence ?

"Excellent ! I am hoping that you will pay more attention to our street signs .... or you will be again visiting Whipping Post Lane !"

In unison we offered our best, 'Yes Sir !' and ran when dismissed.

 

After those incidents we were very well behaved !

 

Erika and Sophia

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The cane - a few drawings

A rare Eilean Beithe color drawing, who remembers EB ?

 

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Forest Hill part 5/6

We raced through the village with our shortish skirts flying up our martinet decorated thighs, but the burgers didn't catch more than glimpses. We had of course again tried sitting on our skirts, but they were too short. We thought of a more sedate rate with holding them down. With one hand on the handlebar we only had two choices. First we could hold our skirts between our thighs, but they flew up in our back and revealed our knickers barely covering our well reddened butts. Alternatively if we held them down on our right thigh they flew up on the left one and vice versa.

 

That devilish Headmaster knew what he was doing with having us wearing such short pleated miniskirts. We felt as naughty schoolgirls returning home with the evidence of a stingy martinet whipping.

 

Back home Eric had left a message, he was with Jonathan. I joined them. Sophia was sitting on her hubby's knees. Eric patted his knees for me to sit on them. They both played with our shortish skirts,

"Hey Jo, my girl got a martinet whipping !"

"Yoh Ricky, same for mine !"

"They have again been naughty..."

"Dad used to say, "Punished in school, punished at home."

"Indeed !"

Within a nano second, and ignoring our pleas, they had flipped us as pancakes across their knees, pulled our skirts up and yanked our knickers down.

 

"Whoa! The Headmaster knows his business !"

"An artist !"

"Lets spare them..."

"You're a softy !"

They pulled our knickers back up and flipped us back to sitting on their knees.

"We want the details !"

"Did he told you to bare your fannies ?"

We blushed and nodded, but that wasn't enough !

We took turn at giving them a detailed report...

I mentioned how stingy it was, "...but we aren't sore."

I concluded with, "...tomorrow we have to return our summons stamped by the Headmaster to the constable's office..."

We tried a few 'Sniff! Sniff!' and were masterly put back on our feet, and given a resounding smack on our bums, "We have worked all day, and we want dinner !"

 

Next morning after a courteous, 'may I' I pulled Sophia's knickers down, "Yep, as I thought, the marks on your butt have faded."

I pulled my knickers down for her to inspect my nates, "Yes, for you as well, but they have barely started to fade on your thighs..."

 

We pedaled as fast as we could on the way to the City Hall. It was no more than a two floor townhouse with the Post Office and the Constable's Office on the ground floor. There was a sign on the constable's door, "Out patrolling, please call on the Mayor's Office". It was on the second floor, halfway up the stairs we felt the stare of two smiling pensioners. We realized that the two old lechers were feasting their eyes with upskirt views of our decorated thighs, and probably more !

 

The only employee of the City Hall wasn't too young and her round spectacles gave her a severe glare. She was expecting us. She took our summons, and with an evil smile she gave each of us a new form...

 

"Constable Request for Husbandry Chastisement of a Misbehaving Spouse"

Dear Sir,

We have received a speeding complain regarding your spouse,

Erika

We regrettably haven't been able to summon her.

We are therefore requesting that you, as her husband, duly punish her.

Level of punishment required :

Lenient, Normal, Severe, Very Severe

 

Nota Bene :

As soon as tomorrow she will return to our office this form duly signed by your good self.

./.

 

As we walked down the stairs I told Sophia that I would pull out my tongue for those two lechers.

She protested, "Don't ! We are in enough trouble as it is..."

I reluctantly agreed, "OK!"

Sophia added, "The guys won't be too happy with those requests for husbandry chastisement..."

I chimed back, "Misbehaving Spouse', such cheek !"

 

Erika

 

To be continued...

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Forest Hill part 4

"Stop fidgeting ! I can't measure your skirt. Remember, six of the best if your skirt isn't the right length .... 19 cm... roll it up one more time .... there, 21 cm above the floor, one cm more to make sure..."

"Thanks... It feels short ! Your turn. Keep your hands on your head for a straight back .... 17 cm .... roll it up twice .... 21 cm, perfecto !"

"I'll grab my ankles .... tell me if my knickers are showing..."

"Yep, they do !"

"My turn..."

"Samo !"

 

A few minutes later we mounted our bikes, "Oh! Its too short, I can't sit on my skirt, it will fly !"

"I saw a girl with such a short skirt yesterday, and she was pedaling as fast as she could..."

 

Whipping Post Lane was behind the church, on the other side of the village. We tried to hold our skirts down as we rode by the co-op and bakery. Our imaginations ran wild. We felt we had seen a few old biddies with wide grins. The street sign Whipping Post Lane was very real and neatly maintained, our imaginations weren't playing tricks.

 

It was a picturesque country cottage removed from the lane, behind a small garden and a short cobbled path ran through it. After having rested our bikes in the bike rack we walked up to the door. There was a well polished brass knocker. Erika knocked and Sophia slowly exhaled.

 

The door was opened by a smiling tall gentleman, mid sixty, dressed with a black academic gown over an elegant grey tweed suit with a matching tie,

"Let me guess, you are Erika and Sophia..."

We both chimed, "Good afternoon Sir."

"Right on time young ladies, step inside my parlor on your left..."

 

While we stood he sat behind an old wooden desk and picked up a manila folder, "Your husbands, while making the appointment, have mentioned that you were spanked after having reported your misdeed. Erika you tell me more..."

"We each got one hundred smacks, Sir."

"Sophia tell me the detail that she is so prudishly omitting..."

Blushing as a peony Sophia answered, "It was on the bare Sir."

"Exactly, and you are now both taking your knickers off, and placing them on my desk !"

We suitably blushed, and tried not to raise our short skirts as we took them off...

 

"I am not going to spank you, I am going to whip you !"

For a few seconds our eyebrows danced and we felt so very bare and vulnerable under our shortish skirts. We also both felt like a wee wee.

 

He must have read our minds, "The loos are across the corridor... Sophia, you are first, don't keep your friend waiting !"

 

I remained alone, and kept tugging down my skirt.

 

"Lift your skirt !"

The promise of a whipping was quite an incentive to obey, and I blushed as red as a tomato as I exposed my curls.

Then Sophia was back, and I was told to visit the loos.

When I returned Sophia had taken her skirt off, and it was on his desk next to her knickers.

"Take off your skirt Erika, and place it next to your knickers on my desk."

I again blushed as a tomato when I returned next to Sophia bare from my navel to my ankle socks.

 

The Headmaster stood and opened a cabinet. We discovered an array of canes, straps, paddles and more. He picked up a flogger with a wooden handle and six leather tails.

"Its called a martinet, its used on young French ladies as a further deterrent after a spanking and before the belt..."

"Hands on your heads and keep them there, or I will whip the front of your thighs !"

 

  We obeyed, and he had us taking a few steps so that he could stand between us. Suddenly I felt a sharp lash to my bottom and my hands flew down and a sharper lash to the front of my thighs followed "Ouch!" my hands hurriedly returned atop my head. Sophia was next and she did exactly the same dance. "Ouch!"

 

Then he whipped the back of my thighs and my hands again flew down and he whipped the front of my thighs and my hands returned atop my head and he whipped my bottom. "Oh! Ah! Ouch!"

 

Sophia danced as I did. He alternated between us and we didn't count the number of strokes. He whipped the back of my thighs twice and my hands remained down and twice he whipped the front of my thighs right bellow my tuft, my hands returned atop my head. Then it was Sophia, then it was me. 

 

"OH! AH! OUCH!"

 

"OUCH! OUCH!

 

Suddenly he stopped and we were still dancing.

 

"That was the martinet, most of the welts will disappear within two days or three days. If you are back I'll whip you in the same fashion with a belt, and the marks will show for at least four or five days..."

 

When we had stopped dancing and while we kept rubbing the front of our thighs we were told to get dressed. He rubber stamped our fines with "Exempt from payment, punished as required..."

 We did another small dance before climbing on our bikes and with skirts flying and showing our reddened thighs we pedaled as fast as we could on our way home...

 

Erika

 To be continued...

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