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The Eilean Beithe ring...
Why the unicorn one may ask...
Back at the castle after mass we had a nasty surprise. Miss PE announced "Jennifer and Johanna, fighting means the punishment skirt when on the island..."
We had of course heard of the punishment skirt for the meanies who cheated, drank, smoked or worse ! We were going to be the first p.skirted girls this term.
Miss P.E. officiated. She had us taking off our kilts and standing there in our red punishment knickers exposing our well caned derrieres while she opened an old cupboard. She pulled out two punishments skirts, blue tartan for me as a junior, and red tartan for Johanna as a senior. We adjusted them and blushed as spring thistles when we realized that our knickers peaked under our front hemline. Although we would be wearing them only within the privacy of our castle and its island, we were still quite embarrassed. We nonetheless wore them as brave EB girls!
I thought about denickering her on the causeway, but the thought of visiting the Headmaster while already wearing a punishment skirt helped me cool down.
We all took our A-levels with flying colors and honors. A year later Sally and I were also among the two five to be admitted at the prestigious Cambridge law school. We had no problem securing grants and easy work at the library. Each summer we returned to Eilean Beithe for additional lessons.
Each time the grades of our past year were closely examined, and we were caned for all grades below C. One year I got ten strokes and again had to wear the dreadful punishment skirt...
We moved into fashionable Mayfair. We had a huge poster of "our castle" in the waiting room. We wanted a partner, we wanted a girl like us... We were quite disappointed. All of those we had interviewed lacked backbone. The backbone that you are taught with severe discipline.
One day we found a girl standing mesmerized in front of the picture of "our castle." We exchanged greetings, and she said, "Its a surprising castle..."
We sensed that she was testing the water.
Sally nodded and I added, "Have you been there?"
She further tested us, "Isn't it the EB castle?"
She hadn't spelled out the name and Sally with a wide smile returned the question, "Do you mean Eilean Beithe ?"
I noticed how she had blushed, and decided to push her, "You are an EB girl?"
She blushed crimson. Sally gently caught her left hand, and we saw her silver Eilean Beithe ring.
I showed her mine, and so did Sally. I chimed, "We are sisters!"
She stammered, "You.. are... b... both... EB... bb... girls!"
"Yes!"
We hugged her, "Welcome aboard partner!"
"B... b... but I have no capital to be an associate... and no experience... I graduated a month a go..."
"Don't worry about the capital, we'll work it out! What was your record?"
She understood the question and answered without hesitation, "Twelve strokes and punishment skirt... It was my second year at Cambridge..."
We took her to our bank. We didn't need to be introduced to the young lady VP. I told our new partner, "Your left hand, on the desk, please..." Johanna, our banker, immediately had her left hand next to hers, with the same small silver ring..."
For our first case together we took down a battalion of lawyers...
Jennifer and co
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You are invited to play with us!
We have a new website!
https://oaks-and-pines.com/
You will find an Application Form in the pages of this blog
Complete that form and send it to oaksandpines@hotmail.com
(Adults only)
And don't forget our friend Devlin O'Neill who posted today our story "Asking the neighbors part 4"
The winter was history and I was on both roll of honors. The academic one and the naughty girls one. I was even within the top three with Sally for the second one, my derriere hadn't suffered from the cold !
It was Sunday and we were allowed to wear civies. I had chosen a cute dress with tiny flowers to celebrate spring. I wanted to look as a young lady of twenty two years, not as a naughty schoolgirl with decorated thighs. I also wanted to seduce Alex, the country club's dishy riding coach, but a senior was already wriggling her bum in tight jodhpurs for him. She even stuck her tongue out at me. "Grgrgrgr!"
I had to wait for the Monday afternoon riding lesson to have another opportunity. I was very careful with the morning English grammar dictation and the following math class. I didn't want a sore bottom for the riding lesson. I was lucky and a few hours later I pulled my jodhpurs up as tight as possible !
As I ran towards the stables I was suddenly pushed into a puddle of mud. That senior hissed, "He's mine !" I jumped back on my feet, and a second later she was sitting into horse dung. I shrugged and moved on, but she again attacked me, and scratched my right cheek as a wild cat. I punched her lights out. Miss P.E. came running. I immediately said that she started it, but I was ordered to change back into my dress and to return to our castle. I was fuming...
She revived Miss Senior, and made sure that her nose wasn't broken.
Later, back at the castle Mr McTavish our Headmaster passed sentence. It was the cane for both of us. I thought it was unfair and protested. I was told that it was unladylike behavior to have knocked her out. "Not to mention that you could have broken her nose !"'
A formal caning wasn't an everyday occurrence. It was to be the first one of the year. It was to be on Sunday morning after breakfast in the gym. We had the whole week to dread it ! A day later Miss Senior apologized, "...and you can have him." I told her that I don't mind fair competition.
The day of our atonement had come and we didn't have much appetite for breakfast. Angela, who had attended a boarding school explained, "I saw that cane, its a junior cane, it will be very stingy... It is about avoiding too much bruising, and the more so if whipping your thighs... The marks won't last more than a week..." I had received a few strokes of the cane in detention, it was devilish. I wasn't too reassured, but as an Eilean Beithe girl I wouldn't chicken out !
At the appointed time, with quite a blush, we stood bare from our navel to our knee socks by the gym's exercise bars. Our roommates were told to attend the ceremony. I was relieved that it wouldn't be a full assembly caning...
"Jennifer you will be first, grab your ankles..." I shamefully offered my bottom for punishment. I soon heard a swish followed a split second later by a sharp thwack, my bottom felt as if it was cut, but I knew that it wasn't. With the cane that pain grows in intensity till you bawl out,
OH! AH! AIE! OUIIIIIICH !
I could feel each stroke till the third one, with the last three my whole derriere was on fire. I had, for the first time, received the famous six of the best, and my eyes were watering. Then my upper thighs were whipped twice.
"OH! AH! ARGH! AIE! OUCH !"
I was sniffling as I stood facing the wall with my hands on my head exposing my blazing bum and throbbing thighs. Miss Senior was similarly corrected and she cried out as loud as me.
Next we weren't too surprised when we were given the infamous red punishment knickers. After having received a caning it was expected. Finally we were told to get dress, "Hurry up we have a service to attend, and pull up your socks!"
We kept our skirts down with both hands as we marched with our friends and supervisors towards the church. The old timers at the pub weren't too disappointed, they still had our lovely legs to watch...
In church the EB reserved wooden bench looked unforgiving. For a few seconds it was cool and soothed my still burning derriere, then it became harder and harder. I was happy to kneel for prayers. I blushed crimson when I heard a surprised "Oh!" behind me. A church mouse had seen my streaked thighs...
Jennifer
To be continued...
NB: All drawings are original EB drawings
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A few months later, winter was around the corner and we were issued thicker kilted skirts. Amanda laughed, "Whoa! They are almost longer !"
Mr McTavish, our Principal, announced that we would be spending the weekend in Edinburgh to visit its castle and the Scottish National Gallery.
We enthusiastically rose earlier because of the drive. We were thoroughly inspected. We all had to raise our skirts to show that we are wearing white uniform knickers. Quite a few gathered flaming red hand prints, and had to re-polish their Mary-Jane shoes.
Breakfast was sandwiches onboard our coach. With a four hour drive time was precious. The small meandering Scottish roads didn't help. We sang all the silly songs we could think of,
"One hundred girls sitting on a fence...
A boy telling his mate, that one isn't wearing any knickers !
She is a brunette !
Ninety nine girls sitting on a fence,
A boy telling his mate, that one isn't wearing any knickers !
She is a red head !"
We dozed off... We waited for the single onboard loo... We dozed off... We stopped at a rest stop and there's was a bus load of boy scouts. Juniata lead us into again singing, "One hundred girls sitting on a fence..."
"OH! OUCH!"
She didn't go further, Miss PE had smacked her skirted derriere ! The boys laughed, and she blushed as she hurriedly retreated onboard our coach.
It was 10 AM when we parked in front the imposing Edinburgh castle.
After the threatening spikes of the portcullis, we started our visit from the high grounds with the spectacular views of Edinburgh from the different walls. Our history professor commented, and he was great as he explained the special relation between Scotland and France. We continued with St Margaret's chapel, and eventually entered the Royal Palace to discover the private apartments, the Stone of Destiny, and the Crown Jewels. When the one o'clock gun was fired. It was time for a snack of fish and chips...
Then we returned to the palace to continue our visit with the Great Hall, the Queen's collection of embroideries and the kitchen ! Our professor explained, "A girl needed a minimum of manners to be a chamber maid... and the lady of the manor's maid would know how to read and write... girls without education worked in the kitchen as scullery maids, washing pots and pans..."
There was a sign for "Caution wet floor !" and I had already stepped in soapy water. The floor with old polished stones was indeed quite slippery. While our profs weren't looking I felt silly and did a Holiday on Ice number. Sally also stepped in the water and joined me for a Rock Around The Clock dance while our friends kept watch.
Sally slipped but she didn't fall. I did as she had let go of my hand. I took down a few old copper pots and a pan with me. The noise was deafening ! Our faculty caught up with us. They weren't too happy.
Miss PE grabbed my ear as if I was ten, and pulled me behind the curtain with the sign reading "Adults only !" I discovered a drawing that didn't require a caption.
(Not an EB drawing...)
The small window less room offered an old trestle and some antic contraption that looked like two chairs set back to back. Miss passed sentence, "Misbehaving scullery maids were birched, and you are going to found out how it felt like !"
She picked a small birch from a nearby hook, pulled me down over those chairs, raised my skirt, pulled my knickers down to my knees and whipped me. I got ten strokes and I tried to keep quiet, but eventually bawled when she smacked my upper thighs,
"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!"
I knew that visitors would hear me, but I couldn't help it.
"OH! AH! ARGH! AIE! OUCH!"
Then she pushed me out of the kitchen's punishment room with my knickers still around my knees, and grabbed Sally by one of her braids. I hurriedly pulled up my knickers and rubbed. I was surprised that I wasn't worse for wear beside having a super fiery bum. Although I had received only ten strokes I had a very good idea of what it was like to be birched as a scullery maid !
Sally was as loud as me and a few visitors poked their heads into the kitchen's doorway. They saw me frantically rubbing, and there was no place to hide my shameful blush.
Moments later our party left the kitchen. Sally and I were red face and trying to be as discreet as possible when rubbing our skirts over our blazing derrieres. We also tried to refrain from rubbing when we came across more visitors, but they all seemed to have knowing grins. We understood that the whole castle had heard us, and we blushed the more.
Jenny
To be continued...
You are invited to play with us !
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