Echo part 2

Two months later.

The lady who bought the second apartment inherited by my parents invited me to her house warming. She is an old biddy, always dressed in dark colors, and stuck on Victorian fashion. On the purchase agreement she mentioned retired professor.

She invited everyone in the building, and just about everyone came. She offered a buffet of assorted canapes with a choice of apple or orange juices as well as beer. According to the photographs on a commode she is a widow and she has a daughter. The picture of her spouse shows a uniformed officer with a severe mustache. Her daughter is photographed wearing a PhD graduation gown.

I noticed an impressive collection of med school books. I explored it and didn't notice that everyone had left. Suddenly I froze. Next to the bookshelves in a tall and narrow vase I spotted a crook handle school cane. There was no doubt, it was exactly the same as the one on the cover of that Janus magazine.

She joined me, "You have been absorbed by the med school books..."

"I am a second year med school student..."

She had a quizzical smile, and I answered her silent question. "I am a year older than most second years. I had to retake my first year..."

"I was a math and science professor before being appointed as headmistress. I have helped my daughter through med school. She is now a surgeon and head of her department."

I raised an eyebrow for such an impressive achievement. I again gazed at that cane, wondering if it had encouraged her daughter...

I noticed that she caught my gazing. She surprised me as she offered, "I could help you..."

With my imagination running wild, I was almost inaudible as I whispered, "I do need help..."

"I'll prepare a test for you... Would tomorrow afternoon 2 PM be suitable ?"

I shyly nodded, and couldn't say more than, "Yes, thank you Ma'am..."

Next day at 2 PM on the dot I pressed her buzzer. I was wearing a navy pleated miniskirt. I remembered how she had looked down her nose at my tight jeans during her house warming.

She opened. I saw how she discreetly inspected me, and smiled. She lead the way to her second bedroom with her desk facing an old fashioned school set of attached table and chair. It was obviously an antic and the room felt as a miniature classroom.

 I gave her my monthly report cards since September, and my course outlines with bibliography for the next trimester. She said that she would study it while I take the test she has prepared for me

"Fifty questions, ten for each subjects of math, physic, and chemistry, plus twenty for biology. You are to score 30 correct answers as I will always require a minimum average grade of 12/20..."

It was a tough test, as if I was retaking my first year's finals.

I gave her my work. I noticed on her desk that she had taken notes from having studied my documents and report cards. There was plenty of red ink...

She sternly told me to return to my desk while she corrects my test." I obeyed and was very anxious. I hoped that she wouldn't find me below her standard and refuse to help me. I carefully examined her classroom as I waited. Hanging from the bookcase next to her desk I saw a folded belt with the buckle removed and both ends taped together. I shivered, little did I know that it would soon be vigorously applied to my derriere...

She spoke. "9/20, below average, a failing grade, and obviously below my required 12/20 minimum average."

I had a sinking feeling...

"You are not beyond hope..."

I breathed a sigh of relief...

"If you want me to help, you are to be punished !"

"Huh!" I couldn't help being surprised, although I expected as much...

"Your neighbor across the courtyard got ten strokes of the belt on her bottom plus 2 on her thighs... Since you are older you will get 20 on your bare bottom plus 4 on your thighs..."

I blushed.

"You are to decide. If you want me to help you are to say out loud, 'Please punish me Ma'am."

It was the moment of truth, I had flunked the test she had given me. I remembered Natalie across the courtyard being punished for a poor grade. I felt that I also deserved to be punished. I took a deep breath and couldn't help stammering as I said, "Please... p... ...p... punish me... Ma'am..."

"Very well, knees on your seat, feet sticking out under the back rest, and bend over your desk..."

Pic desk

I saw her pick up that belt, and she stepped behind me. I felt my skirt being raised. I started blushing. She lowered my knickers. I blushed the more.

"Embarrassing isn't it ?"

I didn't answer and felt my ears prickling as I kept blushing.

"Skirt up and knickers down for a belting as a schoolgirl... Aren't you ashamed ?"

"Yes... M... M... Ma'am... I am so."

SMACKKK!

"Ashamed, ARGH!"

SMACKKK!

"OH! ARGHHH!"

SMACKKK!

"OH! ARGHHHH!"

Since you are so loud, you should echo your young neighbor !"

She opened the window and I pleaded, "'Please... p... p... please don't."

SMACKKK!

"OH! ARGH!"

SMACKKK!

"OH! ARGH!"

SMACKKK!

"OH! ARGH!"

"Now everyone knows that you are been punished..."

 I must have blushed as red as a tomato when she raised her voice to say, "According to your report cards you have been slacking ! That belting is long over due !"

SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHH!"

She again raised her voice for, "Form now on for every poor grades you will get a bare ass belting !" 

SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"

She didn't spare me. I bawled even louder when she belted the back of my thighs...

SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!

SMACKKKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHH!"

There was no doubt that everyone must have heard of my punishment...

Suddenly she stopped and I slumped on my desk rubbing my blazing bum and thighs.

When I had somewhat recovered she told me to step out of the desk. Then she pulled my skirt up till revealing my curls and belted the front of my thighs.

SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHHH!"

While I slowly eased my knickers over my scorched thighs and bum she gave me a prep for her next lesson....

Cecilia

To be continued...

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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

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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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