Sunday, December 19, 2021

1965, part 2

 It was Sunday, and I woke up remembering having dreamed of being spanked as Maggie. I dismissed that bad dream. "You will be a good girl, and you wont be spanked." I nonetheless felt jittery.
 
We were together in the bathroom, I was wearing my nightshirt, and Maggie was naked as the day she was born. I was surprised, but she wasn't the least embarrassed. I could see fading reddish oval shapes decorating her derriere. Her mother's wooden spoon had left its mark.
 
From downstairs we heard the stern voice of her father, "We are going to church and I don't want to be late!"
 
Maggie gave me a pink dress matching hers, "We'll look like sisters!" I slipped it on and blushed, "Oh! Its so short!"
 
She mischievously laughed and teased. "You will have to be careful not to show your knickers or Mum will smack your thighs!"
 
Breakfast was very British with eggs and bacon. I enjoyed it very much. Then we sat in the back of the family's Austin-Morris 1100. 
 

 
Church wasn't far, but it seemed like every family had driven there.
 
The wicker chairs of the church weren't too soft for my bare thighs. Maggie waved for a tall boy, and whispered, "Its Freddy, my boyfriend."
I whispered back, "And who's with him?"
"That's his friend Eddy."
Just then Eddy waved for me with a smile. I returned his smile and he grinned the more.
 
After church it was barbecue in the garden behind their house with the neighbors and their two young pimpled face boys. I would have preferred Eddy! Maggie's father had grilled a first serving of lamb chops and sausages on the barbecue. Her mother had brought a huge mixed salad. Maggie and I, the young ladies of the house, were asked to help. Maggie got the lamb chops and I was to get the sausages.
 
I tripped on the boys' mutt and four sausages rolled down the plate. As discreetly as I could I pushed them away under a bush with the tip of my Mary-Jane. When back at the table Maggie's mother noticed that a few sausages were missing and asked me if I had left them behind for cooking a few more minutes.
 
I lied, "Sorry Aunt Dotty, they... they had burned..." I chided myself for having stammered as I said that. Just then that furry sausage on legs pulled out from the shrubs a sausage without fur or legs. The missing sausages were soon accounted for and Uncle Edward scolded me in front of everyone.
 
"You were clumsy, and there is nothing wrong with that, accidents will happen. Then you tried to hide your clumsiness and that was wrong, but the real issue we need to discuss is lying about it. I blushed and those two pimpled face boys had smirks as if they knew what was going to happen.
 
As powerful as a Siberian tiger Maggie's father pulled me into the house, draped me over his knees, and raised my skirt. I was to receive my first spanking. Then he lowered my knickers and I must have blushed crimson. It was going to be la fessée cul nu as a little girl.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh! Ah! Ouch! I am very sorry Sir!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh! Argh! Ouch! Ouch! Please Sir!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Next time you're lying its the cane!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie! Sniff... Sniff...
 
My bottom was burning, I was shamefully pedaling my legs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"I will never lie again! Sniff... Sniff... Sniff...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Please Sir... Sniff... I am very very sorry... Sniff... Sniff... Sniff..."
 
He helped me up and my hands flew under my skirt while I danced on the spot with my knickers falling down my legs.
"I didn't allow you to rub your bottom!'"
He pulled me back over his knees and this time he also smacked my thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
He again helped me up.
"Sniff... Sniff... Sniff... Sniff..."
 
I resisted the urge to rub my throbbing bum and thighs, and very carefully pulled up my knickers. I also wiped my eyes with my hankie to dry the last of my tears. At eighteen I had received a bare bottom spanking.
 
From the garden Aunt Dotty called, "Béa please bring the fruit salad, its in the fridge."
 
Red face I returned to the garden with the bowl of fruit salad, and felt my short dress rubbing my incandescent thighs. There was no doubt that everyone had heard my spanking. I hoped that those little boys hadn't seen me pedaling my legs. I felt the hot flush of a shameful blush, and blinked my eyes to avoid more tears.
 
After lunch and having helped Maggie do the dishes I wanted to hide in my room and wallow in misery. At eighteen I had received la fessée cul nu comme une petite fille, but my new sister wouldn't have any of that.
 
"We are going to the sports field, we are going to cheer Freddy and Eddy having a game of football."
 
"I am too ashamed, with those two pimpled face boys the whole neighborhood must already know that the French girl was spanked!"
 
"Don't be silly! You aren't the only girl to have been spanked in the neighborhood. C'est la vie!"
 
There was no escaping dear Maggie, and meeting Eddy was tempting. She led me to the garage and showed me a great bike with at least 10 speeds, "Pop bought it for you a few days ago."
 
Béatrice and Maggie
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Thursday, December 16, 2021

Missed curfew part 1 - Those jeans hurt my hand !

What curfew ?!!

Do your worst, old man













OUCH!

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Sunday, December 12, 2021

1965 part 1

September 3rd 1965, I was about to land at Heathrow, the London airport. I kept popping my ears as the Air France Caravelle 1A was descending. I was half deaf when the Immigration Officer examined my visa and questioned me, "What will you be studying at Saint Mary of Colchester?" He had to repeat the question. "I will be taking the A-levels, Sir." He then smiled and welcomed me in French, "Bienvenue au Royaume-Uni Mademoiselle !"
 
The Customs Officer waved me through and seemed to smile as I was tugging down my miniskirt while pulling my suitcase on wheels. In France, the miniskirt wasn't as popular as in the UK and it was my first mini. I wasn't used to wearing such a short skirt, but I was quite proud of the sparks in the eyes of the boys.
 
Walking through the sliding "arrival" doors, I saw a girl about my age waving a cardboard sign with Béa, short for Béatrice, written on it. I recognized Maggie from the polaroids we had exchanged by mail. We spontaneously hugged each other and her mother offered a warm smile with, "Welcome to England dear Béatrice."
 
Next was the long drive to Colchester and their house. It was located in an affluent neighborhood, each house had a car. It wasn't much different from home, and their car, as ours, had the wheel sticker of the Rotary International which had organized my student exchange.
They had a cozy living room with a Motorola color television, exactly like ours. I was told, "First thing first call your parents on the telephone." I did and was again reminded that Mr and Mrs Barrington are now my loco parentis, "...and you will be a good girl!"
"Oui Maman !"
 
Maggie was told to show me my room. I followed her up the carpeted stairs and thought that her mini was shorter than mine. I almost saw her knickers.
 I discovered a beautiful room with flowery curtains, a comfy bed, and a desk with text books already covered. She also showed me my school uniform in the cupboard. I wasn't too enthralled by the navy cardigan, the white blouse, stripped tie, and the knee-high socks or the white schoolgirl knickers. The red plaid kilt was short. That should be fun for teasing the local boys. She sighed as she explained, "Although we will be taking our A-levels we still have to wear the school's uniform."
 
Her mother called from the kitchen, "Maggie, please set up the table for dinner, and Béa is to help you."
 
I was shown the drawers with the silverware, "The one on the right with the everyday stuff." said Maggie. From the nearby living room we could hear the radio, and I guessed that her father was back from work.
 
Maggie showed off with juggling a plate. She was very good, and I applauded. She must have felt encouraged and tried with a second plate. The plates went up one after the other. She caught one and sent it back up, and the other one was faster than her and crashed. CRACK!
 
Her mother was out of the kitchen as fast as a Serengeti lioness taking down an antelope for breakfast. Mrs Barrington had the largest wooden spoon I had ever seen. She grabbed Maggie and pulled her over her knees after having sat on one of the dinning room chairs. She then raised her miniskirt and yanked her knickers down to her knees. It was la fessée. I was mesmerized.
 
"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh! Ah! Mum please, I am sorry!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh! Ah! Ouch!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Mummy please!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ouch! Ouch! Sniff... Sniff..."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Sniff.... Sniff..."
 
I hadn't counted the smacks. I thought that it was quite severe, although I had no way of comparing. It was the first time I was witnessing a spanking. She had pedaled her legs and I saw everything. How embarrassing it must have been for her!
 
When she was helped back on her feet she was told not to rub, "Or I'll give you another one, and clean up that mess!" Then she turned to me, "I heard you applauding, if you encourage her again I will give you the same as her, and help her clean that mess!"
 
I had also never received a fessée. I stammered as I offered a pitiful, "I am.. am... sorry... very sorry, Ma'am." I couldn't help blushing, but I sure wasn't blushing as red as Maggie.
 
While helping my new sister clean up the debris, I remembered Maman warning me a few days ago, "You be a good girl in Great Britain, or you will taste British discipline!" I now knew what she meant. I might receive la fessée cul nu, although I am eighteen as Maggie.
 
Dinner was next and her father told me to call them Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Edward. I nodded with a smile, and soon lost it as he added, "I was on the phone with your father a month ago to finalize the details of your venue. He was sorry to tell me that you had your baccalaureate on your second attempt and without honors. I assured him that you will have your A-levels with honors on your first attempt. He also said that he has been too lenient with you. "With us if you have poor grades, it is the belt on your bare bottom, and six of the best with the cane for failing grades."
 
I gulped, blushed and almost peed my knickers.
 
Later in Maggie's room, I was quite embarrassed as she raised her skirt and lowered her knickers to rub her still vividly red derriere with Yardley Aloe Vera Cream. She must have seen my bewildered look, and with incredulous eyebrows, asked.
"Huh! You have never been spanked?!"
"Nope... never... what about the cane?"
"It stings like the Dickens!"
"Ah!"
"And you have stripes for a week."
"Oh!"
 
That evening we watched Coronation Street on their telly. There was plenty of words I didn't understand, as if it was mixed with a different language.
 
Later up in our rooms, Maggie played a Beatles' record and I forgot about English discipline as we danced and sang,
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday..."
 
Béatrice and Maggie
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