Glenmore, our friend, had made those drawings for us...
I am so sad that he stopped blogging :(
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I am Sophie, 18 years and from Paris, with my friend Denise also 18, we stepped off the Eurostar at Waterloo early Saturday morning. It isn't our first visit to the UK. We have been on a few teenage exchange programs to improve our English. We are travelling light with overnight backpacks, and have dressed with jeans miniskirts to conquer Albion's capital!
The hotel is an old Victorian mansion transformed into an hotel with big rooms and attached bathrooms with claw-foot bathtubs. After having left our backpacks in our room we had a spicy snack of chicken and rice curry at a street side stall, Denise philosophized, "In France its couscous, and in the UK its curry..."
We explored a fashion shop, and were quite surprised. The window was quite tame, once inside it was another story. We discovered maid outfits and adult school uniforms for 'boys' and 'girls'.
We further explored and froze in front of short red tartan kilts. They reminded us of our last summer camp in the Lake District. Louise one of the English girls wearing a similar skirt was caned. We were quite jealous of that brazen girl who became the leader of the gang after her caning. As French girls we weren't spanked, therefore we had to be content to be mere followers. We now feel that we would have had more fun if we had been treated like our British chums.
As I felt the woolly fabric of those kilts I mused, "I am still wondering how it would have felt to be caned as Louise..."
Denis decided that we should buy those kilts. I laughed, "We'll sorta feel like Louise !" We also picked up pairs of white schoolgirl knickers and immediately changed. "Whoa! Its very short !" I tried to tug my skirt down and blushed as Denise teased me, "Ce sera pas le première fois que tu montres ta culotte !"
I was still blushing as we entered the Janus bookshop. We weren't too interested in the glossy magazines, nor the pricey old French novels with ink drawings. The back room with the videos was ignored. We stopped a few seconds by a display of canes and discreetly fingered them. Denise teasingly whispered, "Imagine it applied to your bare butt..." I giggled and spotted a pile of flyers,
"Spanking Confessional
Have you been a naughty girl ?
Will you have the courage to own up ?"
There was an address down the street. Once outside we sat at the terrace of a pub and ordered tall beers. We were both curious of that Spanking Confessional but we were shy to mention it to the other one.
At the next table two girls our age were laughing and repeatedly pulling on their skirts in vain attempts to cover the wide red marks decorating the front of their thighs. They had obviously received a belting.
We had both noticed those two punished girls, and it was the trigger. We winked in unison, and Denise challenged, "If you're game I am as well !" I answered with high five.
Five minutes later we were in front of the Spanking Confessional which was a Victorian row-house. "I have butterflies in my tummy !" Denise shrugged and pushed the intercom. A male voice answered, "Please come in, the door is open, and wait in the lounge on your right..."
The decor was classy with wood paneling, antic furniture and Indian rugs. In the middle of a coffee table by the empty fireplace was a small wicker basket with a card reading, "For donations - No less than £20 per visitor !" While we waited we saw a girl about our age on her way out. With both hands she was rubbing her short skirt over her derriere. Her mini rode up and revealed reddened thighs.
A tall gentleman in his fifties followed and admonished her, "Next time I won't be so lenient !" He was wearing an opened black academic gown over a grey tweed suit. We stood up when he turned towards us and questioned with a severe voice, "What is it this time ?"
For a second we were taken aback, but we soon understood his act and Denise caught up. "The mice in the kitchen... It was us." I remembered that prank at summer camp. The English girls knowing that we wouldn't be spanked had convinced us to do the deed...
"I am the new Headmaster and the cook told me of that silliness." He must have picked up Denise's accent and added, "French girls are no longer exempt from punishment !"
He sat on a nearby chair and pulled Denise by an ear till she had no choice but to come across his knees. Her miniskirt was swiftly raised and her knickers lowered. She barely had time to say, "OH!" He gave her quite and spanking and also smacked her thighs. She pedaled and scissored her legs. I saw everything she has. Then he helped her up, "Keep your skirt up and watch your friend get her well deserved spanking !"
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his knees, yanked my mini kilt up and my knickers came down. I hastily closed my legs. He spanked my bottom and thighs till I shamelessly pedaled as much as Denise ! "Go stand next to your accomplice, and keep your skirt up !"
It wasn't our first spanking, our mothers had spanked us quite a few times. We gathered that it was only an appetizer when we saw him picking up a tawse from behind the door. He announced with an interrogative tone as if asking us to agree. "Next should be a well deserved Scottish belting..." Denise agreed for both of us with a silly contrite voice, "We are very sorry Sir..."
Then he sternly ordered, "Take off your knickers and drop them on the coffee table by the fire place."
We exchanged, 'I dare you winks', and obeyed.
"In time honored British schoolgirl fashion, bend down and grab your ankles."
We again obeyed with more daring you winks.
He smacked our derrieres alternating for one to the other. I was the first to let off my ankles and he belted my thighs. "Each time you are letting go of your ankles I will belt your thighs !" I hurriedly again grabbed my ankles.
We both chanted, "OH! AH! OUCH!" as we both had again let go of our ankles...
Our bottoms and thighs were throbbing, but we had been belted at home by our fathers. We were still curious of the famous English school cane. We almost smiled when Mister Headmaster said, "You also deserve to be caned ?!" He remained silent for a few seconds and he added, "You will know how English girls are punished !" He was obviously waiting for our consent. We looked at each other, and nodded.
From the umbrella stand her took a cane similar to those we had seen at Janus. I watched with wide eyes as he flexed and swished it through the air. The hissing sound had me shuddering. I had second thoughts, but I wouldn't be the one chickening out !
"Bend down over each arms of the settee... Six of the best... If you rub the stroke will be repeated..." We again heard that cane hissing. I shivered, my bottom felt so embarrassingly bare.
Denise squealed ! The next one was for me, and my derriere felt as if it was horizontally sliced. "ARGH! OUCH!"
I thought of giving up, but I heard him repeat, "Five!" I understood that Denise had rubbed after her fifth stroke. I was not going to be further under done.
I took my remaining two strokes,
"OH! ARGHHH! OUCH!" I felt my eyes watering...
I had received seven strokes my bottom was on fire, and my thighs were still throbbing from the tawse,
"Keep your skirts up and stand in the corner..." I rubbed on the way to the corner. He grabbed my wrist, had me twirling on the spot and slapped my thighs. "No rubbing !"
Ten minutes later we are out on the street rubbing our bottoms and thighs as discreetly as possible. A few giggling boys had us realizing that our kilts were too short to hide our tawse decorated thighs. We blushed as red as tomatoes, and ran back to the pub.
The two girls of earlier were still there. They of course immediately noticed that we were punished. They called the waiter, "Two tall beers with shots, on us !" They asked, "Strap or cane ?"
"La fessée, la tawse et la cane ! Oops ! Sorry, I meant spanked, tawsed and caned." Having said that I felt myself blushing to my ears as a punished schoolgirl...
"French ?"
We nodded.
"Stings !?"
"Oh la la! my bottom and thighs a on fire !"
Denis explained, "We wanted to know whats its like to be punished as British girls."
I painfully squirmed in my chair as I summed up, "Aie! Aie! It was very severe !"
Denise was curious, "What about you ?"
"We were given punishment slips..."
"We were lucky, the cane wasn't requested..."
Sophie and Denise
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"I didn't pull the two of you by the hair !"
We laughed !
"And I got quite a belting !"
"It isn't the same as the cane !"
"You didn't have to dance and draw the press on us !"
"You've danced as much as us !"
'You didn't have to wear those camel toe jeans !"
"Your jeans were as sexy !"
We again laughed !
Its one of our best memories although the aftermath was quite stingy, to say the least ! We still have the autographed posters. We always have fun teasing each others with that memory...
Another year had passed
It was our graduation day. We are wearing black robes with MD hoods and mortar boards. We are all graduating with honors. I am teasing them with having more honors. They echo with, "You got a stingier bum !" We always conclude our teasing parties with calling each other, "Camel toe !"
Ma'am and our parents came for our graduation. The parents of Meghan and Marjorie made no secret of their disciplinary methods.
"To give her some backbone !"
Pop and Mom were quite surprised.
Ma'am told them, "I did have to cane her a few times, and it did her a world of good !"
I had to add, "I never got a punishment I didn't deserve..."
Natalie and her mother were almost late. She is now in her 3rd year of med school. She was discreetly rubbing her bum and her mother didn't spare her, "I had to deal with a D..." Nat suitably blushed, but one could also see her determination. In fact we all have that look of determination.
Another young woman with her eyes set on the horizon joined us. She hugged Ma'am. We had all briefly met her daughter before. She is a role model for us. She radiates with the power of those who were brought up to lead.
She turned to me, "I am opening a private clinic, and I want you !"
"Count me in !"
The last one to join us was "Mister Hairy Chest" my beau. He was wearing the uniform of the Royal Navy with three gold stripes on his sleeves.
I always blush when I remember how we met.
Pimple-Face had finally succeeded to raise my skirt after I had walked down Ma'am's stairs with red eyes. I had received her famous six of the best, and she had allowed me not to wear my knickers. Pimple-Face made me blush the more as he triumphed, with a resounding, "WHOA!" but in the next second he squealed with a loud, "OUCH!"
Mister Hairy Chest had kicked his butt. "You don't raise a young lady's skirt without her permission !"
Pimple-Face scampered. I had no doubt that Mister Apollo had an eyeful. I was blushing as a peony. He had a conquering smile. He handed me a superb white handkerchief, and with a warm "May I ?" he offered to take my satchel.
I gave it to him and took the hankie, and dabbed my eyes. Then he said, "Would you have a glass of bubbly ?"
"In the middle of the afternoon !"
"Why not !"
"Only one ! I have homework..."
He gave me a mischievous wink.
He had a leather sofa which felt cool for my throbbing bum.
I accepted a second glass and he moved to sit next to me. I would never be able to explain if it was the champagne, or my lack of knickers, or my fiery bottom having ignited something else, but he soon gave me a breathtaking kiss with one hand under my skirt... In the morning he again rubbed my derriere with sunburn cream. That was the only cream he had !
After the graduation I gave my mortar hat to Ma'am so that she keeps it on her commode next to the one of her daughter. Then I hugged her, "Thanks Ma'am."
Cecilia.
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I got three days off from med school with my sore knee, but Meghan and Marjorie took turn bringing me plenty of preps and homework. Ma'am came every days and saw that I did it all, but I was spank free ! She also brought me more of her great home cooking. That hooligan was identified by the pub's head waiter, and he bought me a new bike to avoid a lawsuit.
A month later Meghan wanted to attend the opening matinee of the latest Bridget movie to be followed with autograph signing by the leading actors. She had convinced Marjorie, and the two of them worked me over, "The lab is always crowed !" That was true. "Jeremiah and Chloe skipped it a week ago and they weren't missed." I nodded, Chloe had told me of her romantic escapade. Then my naughty friends used the sledgehammer argument, "Hugh is such a heartthrob !"
I resisted, and Marjory queried, "Has he got a hairy chest ?"
Meghan had no doubt, "Yes!"
I surrendered, "Count me in !"
Then it was the day ! We had packed our super daring jeans and we changed in the loos of the med school. Marjorie teased me and Meghan, "Naughty girls ! Those are called camel toe jeans !"
We rode breathless to the theater. The movie with a giant screen and great romantic music had us dreaming. We felt like we were *in his arms for the final kiss*.
While we waited for our autographed posters we hummed, "Its Raining Men..."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqXUpe3jlkA
A few girls behind us clapped and we offered a few suggestive dance steps as Geri... There was a couple of flashes... It was a great afternoon !
Next day at med school a few friends applauded when they saw us, and sang,
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet...
We were quite confused, and they showed us a tabloid with a picture of the three of us. The caption read, "Three girls in the spirit of Bridget's premiere !" That pic didn't miss the anatomically correct detail of our jeans nor our swaying hips...
A few minutes later our lab professor asked for our log books and wrote. "Hopefully there's still some parents who know about traditional discipline." We blushed as tomatoes when we read that. "We're toasts !"
At 2 PM on the dot I pressed Ma'am's buzzer while tugging down my pleated skirt. I had a whole swarm of butterflies in my tummy.
She opened and I noticed that she had The Frown. She led the way to her miniature classroom. I followed the established routine, opened my satchel and gave her my log book before standing at attention in front of her desk. She read out loud, "Hopefully there's still some parents who know about traditional discipline." and added, "A gentleman of tradition !"
Then she opened a tabloid with The Pic, "I got that from Gladys, you do know the wife of our building's caretaker..."
I nodded and lowered my head.
"In my days, naughty girls who skipped school were caned on their bare bottom in front of the whole family ... my daughter did the exact same thing and was caned. She learned the lesson and never again absconded from school."
I kept my head down.
"You deserve to be punished, don't you agree ?"
I again nodded and whispered, "Yes Ma'am..."
"Loud and clear repeat, I deserve to be punished !"
I wasn't as loud as her, "I deserve to be p... pu... pu... punished, Ma'am."
"Very well, take off your knickers, leave them on your desk, and hold your skirt up, back and front. For those indecent jeans it will be 20 with the belt... each time you drop your skirt it will be an additional stroke. For having skipped school it will be the famous six of the best, and my very best !"
I pleaded for her not to open the window, "Mrs Gladys will be happy to know that this naughty girl is properly punished." I felt so bare with holding my skirt up around my waist, and felt the breeze caressing my curls...
SMACK!
"OH!"
SMACKK!
"OH! ARGHH!"
I couldn't help squealing each time she smacked my thighs...
SMACKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHH!"
I danced on the spot and dropped my skirt twice, and got two additional strokes.
SMACKKKK!
"OH! ARGHHHH!"
SMACKKKKK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
Then she had me lay across my desk with my burning thighs and throbbing bum, and caned me.
TWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHH!"
With the cane I did more then squealing, I bawled !
TWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
TWACK!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHH!"
Then she told me to stand in front the blackboard with my hands on top of my head. She made sure that my skirt remained up to expose my punished derriere, "Sniff ... Sniff ..." I knew that the opened window is right behind me and prayed that Mister hairy chest wasn't back from work...
After a very long corner time I felt that she gently rubbed my bum with a cooling gel. Then she gave me a hug. "I am sorry Ma'am..."
"Whoa! You got belted and caned ! What did you do ?"
"I skipped an afternoon at the lab..."
"Whoa! I have never dared to skip school..."
"Don't !"
Cecilia
To be continued...
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