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Echo part 5

As soon as I was back home, I raised my skirt and delicately peeled my knickers in front of the tall mirror of my bedroom. I had four vividly red almost purple stripes from my caning, and an overall crimson derriere from the belting. I now knew the price of a D and an F.

I stepped out of my knickers, and in the kitchen I hurriedly filled two of my largest Ziploc bag with ice cubes. Having returned to my bedroom, I dropped on the bed and gently laid the bags of ice cubes on my punished bum and thighs. For a few milliseconds, my bottom and thighs burned, but that was soon replaced by blissful relief, then relief. That night I slept on my tummy as a well punished lazy schoolgirl.

I was awakened by my radio alarm clock and again inspected my bum. There was no doubt that I was well chastised. I philosophically mused out loud, “Lesson learned!” I rubbed my nates and thighs with Arnica and hurried through my morning routine.

When I opened my window, I again saw Apollo and hastily hid behind the curtains as I was still butt naked. I would have loved to wear soft baggy sweatpants, but my sore bum reminded this big schoolgirl to obey Ma’am’s requirement of wearing a skirt as a proper young lady. I choose more covering school like knickers, and an A-Line skirt which was only an inch above my knees. I guessed that it wouldn’t fly as much as a pleated one.
I mostly rode above the saddle as I pedaled to the med school…

Natalie caught up with me. “What did she do to you yesterday? You had the building shaking as you bawled out!”

I couldn’t help blushing as I told her. “She caned me, four strokes for an F, after a belting for a D.”

“Oh! Whoa! How’s your bum?”

“Sore!”

With her gym slip flying, she continued to her college, and I locked my bicycle in the bike-shed of the Uni.

I fidgeted in my seat most of the day. That was a salutary reminder to pay attention to the professor.

When I could finally call it a day, I waved for a few friends and rode off. I was desperate for a rub with Cold Cream.

I would have to wait for that as I was sent flying by an idiot who ran a red light on his scooter. “OUCH!” I landed on my sore derriere with my skirt up my thighs after a scrapped knee plus tears of pain.

The friends I had waved off were immediately back. Meghan offered a hankie for my teary eyes. Marjorie got paper towels and water from a nearby cafe to clean my scrapped knee. Meghan helped me up while Marjorie pulled down my skirt. We sat at the cafe and I was offered a stiff drink. Meghan was the first curious cat and went fishing, “You have red marks on your thighs…” Marjorie didn’t go fishing, “Looks like a belting!”
I must have blushed as red as the nearby mailbox. They ordered another round of second stiff drinks, and it was confession time. Meghan, with quite a glow, admitted that she still gets the belt from her mother. Marjorie also blushed when she confessed, “I get the cane from my father, and it stings like the Dickens!”

Then they teased me, “Are you going to tell us or are we taking down your knickers?” I blushed as much as they when confessing, “I have a tutor. She’s a retired science prof, and she belted and caned me for my D and F of last week.”

“A retired science prof!”

“Now we understand how you rose from being an average student to be one of the top five.”

“If you have time, you’re going to meet her. I am asking her to pick me up. I can’t walk home and push my busted bike.”

“Soz Ma’am, I had an accident. I am at the Crossroad Pub, on the terrace with two friends.”

Ten minutes later, she was here with her Vauxhall. “Good afternoon girls, thanks for having taken care of her.”

She sat next to me, pulled my skirt out of the way, “Let me examine your knee.”

I blushed as my belted thighs were quite visible for the waiter.
She manipulated the patella. I squealed, “Ouch!”

“You seem all right, but I will nonetheless take you to our doc.”
She helped me into the passenger seat of her car. Meghan and Marjorie loaded my bike into the boot.

The doc, whose office was on the ground floor of our building, didn’t keep us waiting. He had me take off my skirt and didn’t raise an eyebrow when he saw my decorated thighs. He must have heard me bawling the day before. He confirmed that I had nothing broken, and I was still blushing as I adjusted my skirt.

Ma’am escorted me to my apartment and later came back with a lovely chicken stew. She was very kind, I was thankful.

Cecilia

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