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Marie and Jean met Lucy and George part 9/10
Having returned from buying my cane at the Morrisons, and after another cup of coffee. Lucy repeated her offer of giving me a taste of the cane, since I have never felt one being applied to my bottom.”I meant what I said, and when you are bent over before him, you will be glad of the experience, forewarned is forearmed!”
It made sense. “Okay, do your worst!”
She flexed that cane, made it whistle through the air. It was as if she grew in stature before me. I shivered. “Skirt up and knickers down, naughty girl!”
I apprehensively offered my bare butt for my first taste of the cane.
THAWCK!
“AH! OH! OUCH! AIE!”
I danced with both hands vainly, trying to rub away the blazing stripe etched across my derriere. “Merde! That stings!”
She laughed. “Now you know what to expect! You will be getting six strokes, and each time you rub or dance around the stroke will be repeated.”
“Huh!”
“Want another one to learn how to take it like an English schoolgirl?”
“No thanks!”
I felt that cane stroke burning my bottom for at least ten minutes.
The boys had decided to give me till the weekend. Lucy teased that they want a nice fresh target. I pulled a face, which made her laugh. Next morning I was, as usual, the first one to be awake. I lay there watching Jean’s hairy chest rising and falling steadily as he peacefully breathed. I love a man’s hairy chest, it is so sexy. One of his arm was across his toned tummy, and his hand looked powerful. I remembered my first fessée, and I felt sexy.
I lay on my tummy and put a pillow under me, so my bottom was presented high. I tickled his nose. He sneezed. “What the bloody hell are you doing?”
“Waking you up. I have something to show you.” I smiled, so he did not think I had anything bad to show him.
“Oh good grief, sometimes!” He frowned. Then his face broke into a smile. He can never stay annoyed with me for long. “Sorry, what have you got to show me?”
I stuck up my thumb like a hitchhiker and pointed to my bottom.
“Wow! What? Who?”
I told him all about Lucy having given me a taste of the cane. He found it exciting and said that he would have loved to watch. I told him how I had danced around rubbing my bum. One thing led to another, and before long, I was bouncing up and down on him!
I was thankful to have plenty of homework to take my mind off my coming punishment. I worked hard and felt encouraged by the perspective of being severely punished as an English schoolgirl.
In school, Lucinda and her A Team kept their distances as we had showed them that we can defend ourselves, but they still teased me with tales of purple welts that will be felt and show for days.
Anyway, I was determined to succeed, and Miss Fritton had promised that I would have my A-levels with honors.
Saturday eventually came without being asked, and this time it was to be at our place, since I was the one to be disciplined. George showed Jean how to cane a leather cushion. “Its only about your wrist and the flexibility of the rod.” I shuddered with the whistling of the cane and the resounding impact.
Jean also teased with telling me that it will hurt him more than me. I was about to say something rude when he sternly told me to keep my hands on the back of our sofa. Then he raised my skirt and lowered my knickers down to my knees. I couldn’t help a deep blush as my derriere was bared in front of Lucy and George.
He had the cane singing before announcing. “I do not want any nonsense. This is a punishment. You have asked for it, and it will be given as one. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.” It seemed correct and respectful to call him this. This was no longer the love of my life. This was an English father about to punish his naughty daughter. He was magnifique, and I felt so shamefully bare.
He rolled his sleeve up. It was so sexy. I felt sexy and scared. It was sexily frightening. I pushed my bottom up and out.
THWACK…. “owwwwwwwww” I stood and frantically rubbed with both hands the stripe of fire blazing across my bum. George told Jean. “If she again rubs, repeat the stroke.”
THWACK…. “ooooooooooohh” I again stood and rubbed. I was ashamed not to be taking my punishment as I imagined how an English schoolgirl would take it. The stroke was repeated. THWACK…..” Owwwwww-Owwwww- Owww.” Again both my hands flew back to rub my burning bottom, but they didn’t reach my bum. I had willed them to return onto the back of the sofa.
THWACK…..” Owwwwwwww-Owwwww- Owww.”
THWACK…..”Ohhhhhhhhh-Ooooooh…Owwwww” I was bawling, my eyes were brimming. I was jiggling my bottom and shamelessly showing everything I have.
THWACK…..”OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
THWACK……”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!”
When Jean had given me the belt, Lucy was bare bum next to me, but this time I was the only one to be bare butt in the room. I was maybe imagining it, but somehow I felt the gaze of George and Lucy.
It was done, I was caned before an audience like an English school girl would be caned in the living room as an example for her siblings. I could see that Jean wanted to hug me, but he did not. I understood. I was punished. He sternly ordered me to stand in the corner with my hands above my head and my elbows touching the wall. It was a strange sexy feeling to be exposing my incandescent butt. I reflected. You work hard and you will graduate with honors as Miss Fritton as promised or you will be punished. It is your choice, and Jean has proven that he can do it. Pull your socks up and tug your miniskirt down, girl!
Later, Lucy suggested that I take a long soak with Epsom salt. Jean had a hard time mopping the bathroom floor as we made horizontal boogie in the Jacuzzi.
B and Asa
To be continued with the Epilogue