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Echo part 4

Natalie improved her grades, I also made progress. For a few weeks the courtyard didn't echoed of naughty girls being spanked. Ma'am looked younger, she even wore brighter colors. She said that she feels younger, "As if I have a second daughter !" She regularly gives me tupperwares with healthy and delicious meals. There was a new tenant, and every morning when he opened his window, I imagined running my fingers into the hair decorating his Apollo like chest...

I exchanged my VeloSolex for a regular bicycle. It was great exercise to cycle to med school. I developed lovely legs and a well trimmed silhouette. When I last visited Pop and Mom they were quite surprised with my latest developments. They also appreciated that I was only wearing skirts and dresses. "And I am within the top five of my class !" I told them about Ma'am, but I omitted her stingy methods for encouraging me...

A few days later I anxiously waited for our math professor to give us the grades for our last math exercise. "Cecilia, F, you've missed the point !" I blanched...

I slowly rode back home. The little wheels between my hears were madly spinning. I haven't had an F since my first year. Ma'am will be furious. How am I going to explain such a catastrophic grade ? She has promised me the cane if I brought back a zero. An F is a failing grade, that's why its called an F. Is it a zero ? I didn't sleep too well that night. Next morning when I saw Apollo and I hoped that he won't see that I am still subject to spankings as a naughty schoolgirl.

I would see Ma'am this afternoon, but I first had a chemistry quiz. I couldn't concentrate, what if I get another F !?

"Cecilia, D, too many silly mistakes !" I again blanched. A friend asked if I was alright. I nodded with a faint smile. 

I again slowly rode back home. I didn't have much appetite for lunch. At 2 PM I pressed Ma'am's buzzer with butterflies madly fluttering in my tummy. She lead the way to her miniature classroom. She must have sensed that something was wrong, she had The Frown. As usual I humbly stood in front of her desk. "Lets have it !" She said. Head down I gave her my log book. She immediately spotted my poor grades. 

"I am very disappointed Cecilia. You do know what you deserve ?"

I demurely answered, "Yes Ma'am, I deserve the belt for that D and the cane for the F..."

"Exactly ! Take off your knickers and bend over your desk."

Already blushing I shyly took off my knickers off and laid them on my desk before bending over it. I felt my skirt riding up my thighs. I had mulled over that moment since yesterday.

She opened the window before I could plea that she didn't. I pleaded nonetheless. "Please Ma'am, please don't open the window, everyone will ear..."

"Yes, everyone will know that you are punished for having again slacked..."

Having said that she flipped my skirt up and I blushed to my ears. I knew how one could see my punishment from the opposing windows...

SMACK!

"OH! ARGH!"

SMACK!

"OH! ARGH!"

She had started with the belt. I knew very well the fleshy smacks followed by wide fiery streaks...

SMACKK!

"OH! AH! ARGH!"

SMACK!

"OH! ARGH!"

She was quite loud when she again said, "A big girl punished on her bare bottom as a schoolgirl ! You should be ashamed of yourself !"

 SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHH!"

SMACK!

"OH! ARGH!"

I for sure wasn't as loud when I answered, "Yes Ma'am, sniff... I am very sorry Ma'am, sniff..."

SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGHH!"

She concluded my belting with whacking my thighs.

SMACKKK!

"OH! AH! ARGH! OUCH!"

I danced from foot to foot and for sure showed my girly secrets to whoever stood at the windows across the courtyard.

She was again quite loud when she announced, "I will be lenient for your first caning, only 4 strokes... BUT! Remember that it will be six of the best if I again have to cane your naughty derriere !"

I heard the cane whistling and,

THWACK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"

 It was like a cut, a narrow streak of incandescent fire. I bawled as loud as the proverbial punished schoolgirl. The courtyard seemed to have echoed...

"You should be more discreet ! Someone might overhear !"

"Sniff... Sniff..."

THWACK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHH!"

THWACK!

"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHH!"

I now knew how the cane feels like ! When I had regained some composure she had me working that failed math exercises with my skirt still up and without knickers. Twice she hand smacked my derriere and I danced on the spot. I eventually learned...

Cecilia

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Echo part 3

With puffy eyes, and a blazing bum I stepped out of Ma'am's apartment. To avoid exposing my belt decorated thighs I clumsily tug down my short skirt with one hand while the other held my books. When I pull it too much in the back I feel it brushing the incandescent stripes decorating the front of my thighs.

I have to go down three floors, and cross the courtyard for my stairwell. I prayed that I wouldn't meet anyone. I was sure to have attracted plenty of attention when I had bawled as a well punished schoolgirl. It was a fiery first as Pop had never touched his princess and Mom hadn't applied more than a few hand smacks to my thighs.

I had never imagined that a belting could be so severe, but I had to admit that she was right. I had been slacking and that punishment was well deserved. Ma'am had given me a test similar to a first year final, and I flunked it although I had retaken my first year. She mentioned that I was lucky to have been admitted into the second year. That was a sobering thought...

After that belting she had reviewed all my errors and explained the correct answers in details. In the lecture hall most professors don't bother with explanations, they only give us the page numbers. Once explained I understood fast and she was pleased.

I met no one down that flight of stairs. Hurrying across the courtyard I felt a draft for the back of my thighs and heard a painful scream. I turned around and saw that pimpled face boy rubbing his left knee and my lovely young neighbor. She chimed, "That perv had sneaked behind you and tried to lift your skirt. I kicked him good."

"Thanks Nat..."

She shook her right hand while blowing on her fingers, "Whoa! That was a fiery one you got !"

I blushed and nodded.

"You're in med school, right ? Would you help me with all the science stuff ?"

"Sure !" I laughed as I added, "But I won't be spanking you !"

She also laughed, "I have my mother for that !"

Two days later I buzzed Natalie's door. Her mother let me in and I was quite surprised to discover Nat standing by the lounge's fireplace with her hands behind her head and bare between her school blouse and uniform knee high socks. Her exposed derriere was well reddened !

 Her mother told her to get dress, and we went to her bedroom for me to help with her homework. She said, "I had another zero. She gave me twenty strokes of the belt, but she didn't smack my thighs. Thank God ! Its so embarrassing when my game skirt flies and exposes my belted thighs. There's always a "friend" for snickering comments. You're lucky to no longer have to wear a uniform..." Little did I know that I wouldn't be wearing my favorite Levis for quite some time...

Next day, on the way to my apartment I came across Ma'am. After a warmish answer for my greeting, she dropped, "Jeans are for farm girls ! You should wear a skirt as a proper young lady..."

Every other days I have a lesson. I am of course wearing a skirt, in fact I am now only wearing skirts or dresses. I noticed that she got a blackboard. She has me standing in front of her desk while she studied my report card, "Your biology professor complains about your spelling and grammar. I have a proven method for improving a young lady's English."

She rolled up the back of my skirt up and lowered my knickers, before having me take a spelling bee quiz on the blackboard. 

 For every wrong answer I got a couple of hand smacks. She had again opened the window and I tried not to squeal. She soon spotted my weaknesses and had me work them with increasing the number of smacks and also smacking my thighs. At times I couldn't help squealing. It was very embarrassing to be taught basic grammar as a junior schoolgirl, not to mention that the blackboard and my crimson bottom face the window. I don't know how many smacks I got, fifty or more, and my bum was on fire. I would now never forget the rules she had taught me that day.

Cecilia

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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

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