2040 part 6

Back at Saint Agatha my roommates were waiting for me. Once I was skirt up and knickers down on my bed ready for rubbing with their after spanking balm Helga commented, "And one across your thighs for having allowed Diederick's hands to wander up under your skirt. I hope it was worth it!"

I blushed, smiled, and enthusiastically answered. "It was!"

 

I had very little appetite for dinner, but I was expected to be there. One of the nuns welcomed me with, "I hope that you have learned your lesson!" I offered a contrite smile, and she was happy!

 

Later in bed, laying 'cul nu' on my tummy that nun's words came back and I thought, 'You best have learned the lesson or it will be the spanking machine...'

I gently rubbed my derriere quite convinced to be a studious girl.

 

On Sunday it was our turn to visit the boys. The nuns had us marching into rows of two under their watchful eyes. The orange clad chain gang of young men on street cleaning duty whistled, "Lovey legs! Oh look that one was naughty!" I couldn't help blushing, and tugged down my uniform skirt.

 

The boys' college wasn't housed into an antic convent as ours, it was in fact a very modern building, and their dining room was filled with natural light. Diederick as all the boys wore the Sunday best with grey shorts above his knees and matching knee high socks. I was imagining my hands going up inside his shorts while his hands would again reach my knickers. I scolded myself, "Tu as le feu au cul! You're such a naughty girl!"

 

After our exchange of chaste pecks on each cheeks Diederick whispered, "I will lick each of your cane stripes..." I blushed and giggled as if I was again fifteen.

 

The boys knew that their masters had set up miniature cameras everywhere, but the imminent landing of a woman on Mars was an opportunity for a dark old fashion cinema. Diederick didn't exactly licked my cane marks, but I had quite a glow when the lights were back. I wasn't the only one!

 

Monday came back and it was a dozen laps in the pool instead of running around the sports field. Camilla from the next door dorm was followed by a green cloud as she was finishing her first set of six laps. Our sporty nun helped her out of the water by pulling her ear and announced, "Miss Camilla had a wee wee in the pool !" Then she pulled her over her knees and tugged her cossie till it disappeared into the crack of her generous bottom. She also pulled one of her arms behind her back and we understood that Camilla was going to receive a severe spanking.

 

We didn't count the smacks. but we knew that she had received fifty when the nun cooled her hand before announcing, "That was the first round and you are going to receive another one!" After one hundred smacks her bum was tomato red. The nun helped her up, "Don't adjust your swimsuit, let that red bottom of yours be a warning to everyone !" Camilla was blushing as red as her derriere. The nun added, "You are lucky to have six more laps to cool it..."

 

 After that were showers and dressing for the day. Since it was Monday we had to line up for uniform inspection. One had her blouse's collar pulled opened for a thorough examination, another one had to redo her tie. One of the nuns on duty had me pull my skirt up, "...and the front as well, and turn around to show everyone your stripes!" Needless to say that I wasn't too proud and glowed.

The buffet robot helped my mood with offering a superb bacon and potato omelet. I asked for a bratwurst, and was told with an almost human voice, "Your weight and body mass index prohibit such a morning diet, your request is recorded, maybe tomorrow..."

 

The first class was as usual German grammar. I hate grammar, French, German or English, my multilingualism is inborn with a French father, German mother and an English nanny, not learned from boring grammar books.

 

"Sophie, after a few average grades you have again flunked the monthly grammar test. This time you are awarded 4 demerits instead of two, and I am going to give you a good bestrafen with the klopfpeitsche."

 

I had once before received the martinet, I knew that I would have to take off my skirt and knickers. I was already blushing for the prospect of having to show my curls.

A short while later, I was at twenty-two, again, a well punished schoolgirl. I was shamefully blushing as I was kneeling on a stool, exposing my well decorated bum and thighs while copying on the classroom's blackboard the grammar rules I had messed up.

 

That night I chided myself, "Keep at it and you will be experiencing the whipping machine at the korrekturhäuser..."

 

Sophie

To be continued...

 

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Le martinet cul nu !

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Further more our friend Asa at Spanking Emporium is publishing our second four hands story :

Uncle Redmoon part five

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The tawse, an old pic story

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Polly's poor report card

 

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2040 part 5

That night in bed after lights out I reasoned myself. 'Its no use crying over spilled milk. You deserve the korrekturhäuser. First there was those two demerits for having failed the German grammar test because you feel that you are above learning basic grammar. Second you ran through a yellow light, and don't cheat with the fact that it wasn't red on the other side when you got through, again two dems well earned. Third you must have made a spectacle of yourself in front of some surveillance camera with allowing that boy to tickle your minette, two more well deserved dems !

 

Next morning over breakfast I finally told my roommates that I have 6 dems. They were real nice, they didn't tease me, they only said that I should be ready for some serious bum rubbing. They also knew all the questions I wanted to ask and took turn answering them. "During the day you will be given a choice of two appointments, best to take the late afternoon one..."

"We will be waiting for you with after spanking balm..."

They also debated, "Its her first visit..."

"You forget that she got 2 dems for a traffic violation..."

"Be sure to scan your bracelet before the day is over..."

I did and the metallic voice offered 9 am or 5 pm. I followed the advice of my roomies and took the 5 pm one.

 

Next day I was 10 minutes before the appointed time. I wasn't too proud to be locking my electra-bike in front of the Korrekturhäuser fur madchen. I hurriedly climbed the few steps and pushed the door.

 

I discovered a waiting room decorated with old fashion paper posters of the regional landmarks, and a row of chairs facing a counter with a matronly lady. On those chairs were sitting a girl my age also wearing a school uniform and a young woman in her early twenty's with a business like skirt and a short jacket. They were both head down looking at their shoes.

 

I introduced myself, "Good afternoon, Ma'am, I have an appointment at 5..."

"Good afternoon, junges madchen, please scan your bracelet..."

I did and the metallic voice announced my name and my misdeeds. I couldn't help blushing. I was told to take a seat, and wait for my turn.

 

The three of us looked up when the leather upholstered door with the gold plate reading korrektionraum was opened. We saw a young woman of twenty something wearing a short Bavarian dirndl dress. She was frantically rubbing her bottom. I was quite surprised to see her well reddened bum revealed by a string under such a shortish dress...

 

It was ultimately my turn. I opened the upholstered door and was welcomed by a stern looking middle aged lady. I also immediately saw a leather cushioned trestle and a strange contraption on wheels.

 

She didn't have a metallic voice. "Since it is your first visit I will be lenient, but I will take into account your traffic violation and your ribald conduct. Take off your knickers and bend over the trestle.

  I had to grab the feet of that contraption to avoid falling forward. I felt my skirt riding up and exposing everything. With one of her feet the punishing lady opened my legs before pulling my skirt up over my back. I felt a hot flush and knew that I was blushing crimson.

 

Then I heard a threatening hissing sound and, "Its the cane for you, the junior cane since its your first visit, six of the best for six demerits, and one more across your thighs so that you learn to keep your skirt down."

 

I again heard that hissing sound and it was followed by a punishing THWACK that radiated across my exposed derriere, "OH! OUCH!"

 

I had heard of the cane, but I had never received a caning. It was fierce, sharp stripes of fire which had my furry peach gasping for my greater embarrassment.

THWACK!

I cried out, "OH! ARGH! OUCH!"

I felt my eyes watering...

 

The last one across my thighs was the worse and for a few seconds I forgot my  throbbing nates. "OHH! ARGHHH! OUCHHHH!"

 

"Stand up, don't rub, hold your hands atop your head and face that wall while I update your records."

 

A few minutes later while I was still sniffling she gave me back my knickers, "Pull them up without rubbing!"

 

The soft cotton was no longer as soft! I shivered as she added, "If you come back within less than a month it will be the whipping machine..."

 

I shamefully rubbed my burning bum as I hurried down the front steps of the korrekturhäuser. I understood why the young woman of the other day was rubbing her bottom although everyone in the street could see her. It couldn't be helped with having a furiously burning moon.

 

As I was unlocking my bike I overheard an old lady teasing her friend, "Brings back memory Mariana! A stripe across the thighs for a naughty girl!"

"Yah, but I married Hans, and you didn't!"

 

I pushed my bike all the way back to Saint Agatha, and quite a few times I couldn't help rubbing my skirt over my throbbing bottom and thighs...

 

Sophie

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