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She also runs a lovely spanking game. Quite in depth, and to do it justice, you need to embrace it, and immerse yourself in a girl’s finishing school, a very strict one. SHE IS CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR NEW MEMBERS, NOT JUST PUPILS, BUT TEACHERS TOO. I am there, but being so immersed in my blog, I only pop up from time to time.
So please, give it some thought, go and spank or be spanked. The actual spankings/canings take place live in a very realistic chat room, the rest is all by e-mail.
Click here to investigate and have a look around, meet the pupils etc…
Marie and Jean met Lucy and George part 7/10
We weren’t in the corner for more than a minute when I felt a caressing hand soothing my fiery belted bum with cooling gel. I saw that George was taking care of Lucy, who was brazenly responding.
I imagined that a longer time in the corner exposing my burning bum would have better taught me that being lazy means la fessée cul nu as a schoolgirl, but I understood that Jean had another idea.
Jean gave me back my skirt and was about to also return my knickers when Lucy teased, “After a spanking, it’s no knickers till next morning and that applies wherever we have to go!”
We didn’t go far. We returned home and Jean taught me a few more important English words like bonking or rumpy pumpy, which required intense demos and practice.
An hour later, Lucy knocked on our door with a naughty grin and invited us to join her and George for a late brunch at the fish and chips truck. I wasn’t too surprised when she chanted, “Show us that you aren’t wearing any knickers, naughty girl!” I gave her a glimpse of my crimson derriere and shrieked when she suddenly pulled the front of my miniskirt. “Just checking that you aren’t wearing a thong!”
The fish and chips truck wasn’t far, and we walked. I was careful to keep my skirt down and wasn’t too surprised that Lucy was also tugging down hers. The naughty boys had decorated our upper thighs and told that it would teach us to keep our skirts down. George teased as he told Jean. “Aren’t they well behaved?” Jean had a wide grin, and I gave him a frown.
The fish and chips truck was parked under tall trees with a few A-frame wooden picnic tables. It wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t deserted.
Jean and George smirked at each other as they nodded towards a vacant table between two families. One was a family with two teenage boys, probably fifteen and sixteen. The other family had a teenage girl, around sixteen.
Jean and George carried the goods and sat us on the side facing the family with the girl. It was hard climbing into the picnic table without showing too much, but we managed. We were shocked when our men kept the food at their side of the table, making us reach.
Every time we reached over, we had a hand tugging down the back of our skirts. We protested and George teasingly whispered. “Now don’t be sulky, or you will both be bent over the table. A public spanking will do you a world of good.”
We overheard the girl asking. “Why are their bottoms so red Mummy? Look! They are glowing red! Is it a rash?”
Obviously, we should have done a better job of tugging down our minis.
The family with the boys giggled at this curiosity.
The girl’s mother answered. “No, it means they have been naughty and had a good spanking.”
Much curiosity followed. More questions, more answers. How we blushed. But our biggest blush was when we were made to take the packaging to the bins right next to the table with the older boys.
“Show us what good girls you are and take the rubbish to the bin.”
Because we were carrying the wrapping, we could not pull our skirts down! And we had to bend down to the rubbish bins. There was a few ohs and ahs! Boy did I blush!
To be honest, it was lovely, sexy, and thrilling. I discovered the delight of showing my naughty red bottom in public.
We were rushed home, and both given ‘a jolly good seeing to’.
Monday back at school, a few girls were surprised to see me return. Softy Frenchy hadn’t given up! The odds had again changed. It was now 4 to 3 that I wouldn’t give up. Lucinda wasn’t giving up on her softy Frenchy stand, and rallied her A-Team of Amy and Amelia. “Lets have a look! It’s Froggy airing time!”
I didn’t need translation when they grabbed me, raised my mini and attempted to take my knickers down. I called for Lucy, but she was visiting the loos. I didn’t wait for her or to have my fuzzy peach being exposed. I kicked and punched and was soon released. I heard Lucinda squealing. “Fucking Froggy bloodied my nose!”
Miss Fritton appeared as I was adjusting my skirt while the A-Team was busy helping its leader with a none too glorious bloody nose. Things couldn’t have looked worse for me.
I was asked for my log book and Miss F drew her red pen as fast as John Wayne to write. “I caught Marie fighting and brawling. Such an unladylike attitude must be addressed with the cane, no less than six of the best. It’s time for Marie to go buy her cane at the Morrison’s.”
Later, when safe from Miss Fritton prying eyes, the A-Team turned into Avengers and wanted my knickers, but the Auld Alliance weren’t vain words for Lucy who charged them as a true Scot. I followed, and they soon hastily retreated.
As we rode back home, I asked, “What about having to buy a cane at Morrison’s?”
She explained. “All of us had to buy a cane at Morrison’s, its one of Miss Frybum’s pet causes, and she’s probably related to the Morrisons.”
“Huh!”
“They own the village’s convenience store. It’s a small supermarket from the 60’s or 70’s, they have everything as well as school canes for naughty boys and girls.”
B and Asa
To be continued…