The young mailman had gone, and he
must have had an eyeful of my belted bum. I imagined that I would be in
his naughty dreams for some time. Auntie came back with my skirt and
knickers. I was still smarting from the belting she had given me, but I
now knew that the belt didn't compare with the cane, although I had so
far received only one stroke of the rod. I pulled my knickers up and
adjusted my skirt before rubbing.
Thanks to Agnes, and a bag of
crushed ice plus our latest soothing balm, I sat without wriggling when
back in class the next day. I nonetheless didn't avoid the teasing from
the goody two shoes when it was time to change for gym. My bum was still
colorful.
I suggested adding more Arnica to
our after spanking concoction. Agnes agreed and added a pricey facial
cream with snail slim. "Yuck!" She told me that it is made by L'Oreal. I changed my mind, and our old blender whizzed.
For the next month, I applied myself with Agnes' help, and wasn't punished. Phew!
One day, at school, our naughtiest
classmate had pinched a number of racy mags from her older brothers and
shared them with a few of us. Agnes and I got one.
We returned to our favorite barn to
educate ourselves. We tried to be more discreet than when we had played
with Alfred, but we soon laughed when we read the naughty stories. "Boys
are such dorks!"
Uncle Tobias overheard us and
investigated. I tried to hide that magazine under my skirt, but it fell
to the ground. The cover didn't leave much for imagination. Uncle picked
it up with a frown. "What is that filth?"
We didn't have to answer. We were expecting him to pull out his belt, but he sat on a ball of hay and grabbed one of my ears as if I was a ten-year-old. He pulled me over his
knees and raised my school skirt. I tried to stop him from lowering my
knickers. He grabbed my hand and held my arm behind my back. I kept my
legs as tightly closed as possible, but that didn't stop my knickers
from coming down. I was soon bare bum, and ready to be chastised.
Mum had given me a few hand spankings, but the one Uncle Tobias gave me was from another league.
He was much stronger that Mum, and
'thanks' to farm work he had callous hands. After a dozen smacks, my bum
was burning, and he kept going, and also smacked my thighs. I got one
hundred spanks. I was too busy pedaling my legs left and right to count
them, but he had done so out loud.
Back on my feet with brimming eyes,
and with my knickers still around my knees, I had both my hands under my
skirt, rubbing my fiery bum. I watched Agnes being spanked. At first
she valiantly kept her legs tightly closed, but after two dozen smacks
she started pedaling as if racing for the Tour de France. I blushed as I
saw what she was showing and knew that I had offered the same shameful
spectacle.
On our way back home, a few farmhands were laughing. Hopefully they had only overheard the smacks and our girlish bawling.
./.
A week later,
the science mistress caught Agnes whispering in class and gave her a
pink slip to be signed by parents. Auntie was less than pleased! Agnes
got the same belting I got. In the entrance hall
she was told to remove her skirt and knickers. "Grab the stairs'
railing, stick your bottom out, and part your legs. I want you to feel
the shame of being belted on the bare as a silly school girl!"
Auntie was no slosh with me, but I
felt that she was more severe with her daughter. Later I waited for her
with our improved after spanking balm.
Next morning we were surprised that
her bum wasn't as red as mine after the same roasting. She giggled. "We
could make a fortune with the E and A après fessée
balm." I laughed. "Oh la la! With a French name, we could make it
pricier!" We again twitched the formula with adding essential oils of
baobabs and menthol.
./.
Uncle Tobias and Auntie Martha weren't only
about spanking us. They were also very generous and built a swimming
pool just because we had asked for one. They allowed us to have great
birthday parties by our pool and laughed when our boyfriends threw us
into the water. They bought us superb electric bikes. They served our
meals in bed when we had a cold and installed a telly in our rooms.
Elizabeth and Agnes
To be continued...
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