Whippingham Fitness Camp 1

I am April and my friend is June, we have more in common than being named after the calendar. We are both twenty-one, and students of a modern dance academy. We also have a few extra pounds, and for shedding them, we decided to go trekking and camping during the summer hols.

The local choo choo dropped us in the middle of the Moors. With backpacks and expertly cutoff jeans shorts, we walked out of the small train station. We giggled, as we heard an old lady's musing. "If a daughter of mine wore such shorts, I would decorate her bottom with vivid cane welts." Her companion had a broad smile. His imagination must have been inspired...

It was a small village, and we were soon out in the country. We had a chuckle when we passed a sign reading Whippingham Fitness Camp. Around noon, we stopped for lunch, at a tiny hamlet with a street side pub near a mini-mart. The locals couldn't take their eyes off our shorts. We didn't mind.

A few hours later, we called it a day, and setup our tents in a lovely meadow near a small tarn and a beach. We had a camp fire on that beach, and after having devoured sandwiches bought earlier, we roasted marshmallows. We also tried to imagine, how much weight we lost on that first day of trekking.

Although we had an early night, we slept late. We were awakened by a G.I. Jane like voice, barking orders. "Annabelle you have been trailing behind. Drop your buruma, I am going to light such a fire in your bottom, that you will be running ahead of everyone for the home run!"

That was followed by numerous resounding smacks. As we poked our heads out of our tents, we discovered a girl our age receiving an over the knees bare bottom spanking. It wasn't a little girl's spanking, it was a very severe spanking.

She was spanked till her bum and upper tights were crimson. Surprisingly, she was barely sniffling when she gingerly pulled up her gym knickers. She tried to adjust them, but they were far too skimpy to hide the fact that she was well punished. In comparison our shorts might have been approved at a nunnery.

The G.I. Jane voice again boomed You the campers, you best pack before the Rangers' morning patrol. You're welcome to camp on our estate over that hill, and clean up the remains of that fire!" We hurriedly packed our tents.

After having cleaned our campfire, we trekked over the hill. We discovered a large secluded Victorian mansion with a sports field. We didn't see anyone around, and weren't surprised since it was almost time for lunch.

Another G.I. Jane welcomed us, and she didn't bark. She was actually very nice, and showed us where to drop our backpacks. Out of curiosity, we picked up a couple of brochures. We exchanged winks as we read their tittles. "Whippingham Fitness Camp - We will give you the eye of the tiger!"

We folded the brochures into our shorts back pockets, and G.I. Jane number two invited us to have lunch. We discovered an elegant dining room with wood paneling. We noticed the happy chatter and giggling of girls about our age. They were all wearing the skimpy shorts and T.shirts we saw this morning.

We joined the queue for the generous buffet. We saw quite a few girls with red bums generously peeking out of their surprisingly short shorts. They didn't look distressed. We were behind a girl with fading reddish stripes decorating her under curves and thighs.

She saw us staring and shrugged I was switched a few days ago for having gained a couple of pounds." She giggled as she added. "I lost them real fast!"

She introduced herself as Louise, and invited us to sit with her friends. One of them was Annabelle, we had kinda met her this morning. She barely blushed as she recognized us. I introduced ourselves. "This is June, and I am April."

Louise chuckled. "You are wondering what this is all about!"

"Indeed!"

Annabelle was first. "I am to take the Fitness Assessment for the Military Academy, and I want to be sure to ace it!"

Louise echoed. “I am hoping to be selected for the National Rugby Team."

Another girl called Melissa chimed. "I am a nurse, and I am going to train as a paratrooper with the Fire Department."

We remained opened mouths for a long second, and pulled out the brochures from our back pockets. We read. "Whatever your goals we will make sure that you are the best that you can be. You will be as fit as a tigress, and we will give you the mental of a winner!"

Down to earth June mused. "1700 £ for a week, it sure isn't cheap!"

One more girl, who introduced herself as Lucinda, explained. "There's a money back guaranty if you don't succeed. You will be assessed. They will tell you how many weeks will be required to meet your goals. The second and third weeks are cheaper. No one ever had to take four weeks. No one was ever refunded!"

Louise questioned us. "What are you girls into?"

June answered for both of us. "We are into modern dancing with a sports and studies program."

I filled in the blanks. "We are to retake our physical and dancing test in a month." 

Louise laughed. "Prime candidates for the Whippingham fitness program!"

June frowned. "Are you always punished on the bare bottom in front of everyone?" 

Melissa nodded with a blush.

I read aloud from the brochure. "The shame of being spanked as a little girl, on the bare, in front of your chums, will be a great incentive to apply yourself."

One more girl pointed to a corner of the dining hall. "Over there you have a punishment corner." We turned our heads in unison, and saw above the mentioned corner, an American college paddle engraved with the words "Punishment Corner."

We listened as she added. "On our first day, we are punished for the failure which made us join the program. Then we have to stand in the corner, bare from our navel to our socks, for everyone to see our glowing bums."

Annabelle added with a cheeky smile. "There's another punishment corner over here, one for each of you!"

Louise teased. "Will you be chickens or tigresses?"

April and June

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Buxiban part 10 and Epilog

The dreaded mail arrived. There was the $200 fine for my parents to pay, and my appointment at the Juvenile Correction Center. I was advised to wear a short and wide skirt.

 

Emma, Lila, and Isia said they would wait for me outside the JCC. I was touched.

 

The Juvenile Correction Center had its own entrance behind the local police station. There was a counter and a uniformed officer. It wasn't a police uniform, but the JCC badge on the left chest pocket wasn't reassuring. I presented the appointment letter received in the mail, and was shown into a waiting room with a wooden bench and told to wait.

 

I wasn't the only one waiting. There was another girl, an Asian, about my age, and she looked anxious. She offered a nervous hello. I echoed with my own hello and couldn't help saying, "It is my first time, and I hear that first timers never get the cane?" She said something like, don't worry, and added, "It is my second, and I got the belt instead of the cane on my first, but I am scared that this time I'll be caned."

 

I gulped when I heard she got the belt for her first time. I looked at her, and she tried to smile. I saw how she had twisted a paper tissue into pulp. I was having butterflies. No one had stepped out from that office. I thought that there must be another way out.

 

A tall officer opened the door and called her in. He was male! I had never imagined being punished by a male officer. I heard nothing. The door must be soundproof. I ran to the restroom.

 

The tall officer reappeared and called me in. He closed the door behind me while saying, "Stand in front of my desk!"

 

Back in his tall chair behind his desk, he read the report and asked, "Is that correct? You ran a red light?"

"Yes Sir. It was actually orange when I went through. The road was wet. I was afraid of skidding if I tried to stop... and it was red on the other side." I took a deep breath and added, "It is the truth, Sir!"

He smiled, "Yes, it is indeed the truth! The officer wrote your bike skidded into the curb as you stopped, and that you flew over the handlebar to land in the grass. You can thank her for a thorough report!"

I gave a very shy smile, and he added, "It is your first time and you have mitigating circumstances. We are going to be very lenient."

 

He stood, turned around the chair in front of his desk, and pulled me over his knees. You are not a local Anglo. Have you been spanked before?"

"Yes Sir, at my Junior College, Miss Yew spanked me with a small leather paddle, and Mum bought a mamak cane."

"I don't need a leather paddle to teach you a good lesson. You should have ridden slower, and you would have been able to stop for that well ripped orange light."

 

He raised my skirt, pulled my knickers down, and spanked me. It wasn't the spanking that Lila's father had given us. It was a slow spanking. I felt each smack. His hand was ten time more stingy than Miss Yew's paddle.

 

 I wriggled, stomped my feet, pedaled my leg, but he had grabbed both my wrists and kept spanking. I felt as if he was scorching my bum. I bawled and cried. Then I heard him counting, ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred. He stood me and my hands flew to rub my incandescent derriere. He added, "I am guessing you don't want to go out with your knickers down and your skirt up!"

I slowly pulled up my knickers and lowered my skirt, and rubbed it over my throbbing bum. There was another door, and I was let out and still rubbing. Emma was the first to hug me. Lila and Isia hugged the two of us. They, of course, had plenty of questions. "It was a spanking, ten time more stingy than Miss Yew's paddle, but only a spanking, phew!"

 

I rode back home above my saddle!

 

Mum immediately saw that I wasn't worse for wear and pulled my skirt up. "What! A spanking for my $200!"

Still holding my skirt up, she had me bending over the kitchen table and whipped her mamak cane across my thighs.

Next morning back at the Junior College, I wasn't too proud with cane strokes peeking under my skirt.

 

A few months later, Emma and I got our A-level with honors. We also had two more years of Junior College to prepare for the entrance exam of a prestigious university...

Amelia and Emma

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Buxiban part 9

The mamak cane was gathering dust. I was a good girl, and I had great grades. I had to admit that the fear of having my bottom well spanked or caned was keeping me on the right track. There was also the shame at eighteen to have my short uniform skirt reveal reddened thighs as a punished little girl. I guessed that Wei my boyfriend, with his smart junior navy cadet uniform, would be embarrassed to hold hands with a punished school girl. I was as my chum Emma more and more like our Asian friends Lila and Isia, well behaved and hardworking.

 

On school days I am up at 7, and out the door at 8 to have a few minutes to spare before the assembly bell. Today I left earlier because the roads were wet from torrential monsoon rain during the night. I saw that the light was orange and should stop, but the road was wet. I was afraid of skidding. I rose above the saddle and whooshed thru the intersection.

 I thought I had made it before the red light, but I heard a shrilling whistle. I braked and my bike skidded. It stopped skidding with hitting the curb, and I flew over the handlebar. I gently landed on the wet grass. I was helped up by a policewoman. "Young lady, you have ran a red light. May I have your identity card..."

 

She pressed a few keys onto some strange handheld device, and it printed a small ticket, which she gave me. "In a few days, your parents will receive a letter ordering them to pay a $200 fine. That fine will be accompanied with an appointment at your Juvenile Correction Center.

 

I was almost late for the morning assembly. My uniform dress was a mess, and I was sobbing. Our Supervisor came over and nicely asked, "What is it Amelia?"

"I got a ticket, sniff..."

I gave it to her, and she read, "Running a red light, $200 fine and JCC appointment in the mail."

"It was orange... sniff... I should have stopped... sniff... but the road was wet..."

I continued, "...my bike skidded... sniff... I flew over the handlebar and landed in wet grass... sniff... my knickers are wet..."

 

She told my friends to look after me. "Clean her dress and find some dry knickers for her to wear. I'll inform Miss Yew that you will be late."

 

They were very nice and 10 minutes later we were in class. Miss Yew repeated the start of the English grammar quiz for us.

 

Over the mid-morning break and lunch, I repeated the story of my misadventure for a few more friends. I also asked about the JCC.

 

"You will probably be caned or tawsed."

"Oh!"

"They have several canes..."

"Huh?"

"Considering your age, it will be a junior cane, similar to a mama cane, but whippier because longer. A mama cane is 40 to 50 cm and that junior cane will be 60 to 70 cm."

"Ah!"

"Remember that it is her first appointment at the JCC."

"Yes, they will be lenient, but they will for sure give her a fiery bum!"

I wasn't too reassured.

 

Back home, Mum wasn't too happy. "$200!"

Poppa didn't care about the money, he was never concerned about money. He tried to be reassuring, "Your lovely buns will be decorated a day or two more than it would be with your mamak cane."

 

I still wasn't too reassured and hugged my teddy while waiting for sleep...

Amelia and Emma

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