Uncle Redmoon ~ Part One

This is another story that a dear friend of mine, ‘B’, and I are writing together. You can see our first ‘four hands’ story ‘Marie and Jean meet Lucy and George’, on her page. This story will follow it.

To see more of her work, click on ‘links and contributors’, above. You will see a link to her page, (she has her own blog). But if you click on ‘contributors’ you will find her page on here, where she is writing stoiries for me, and with me..

She also runs a very good, immersive, spanking game. Click here…

CHAPTER ONE

That morning at the bank, my old friend Anna was wearing a very short blue tartan kilt. I hadn’t seen her wearing it before. I couldn’t imagine wearing such a short skirt. To be more precise, such a short pleated skirt which would for sure fly with the first gust of wind.

I am no longer a schoolgirl wanting to show my knickers to all the boys of the school hoping that one of them gets the nerve to ask me for a date.
Anna couldn’t possibly be looking for a boyfriend, our banking apprenticeship is keeping us far too busy! Three months ago, we were both selected for attending our bank’s own vocational school. Out of ten tellers who had applied we were the only two to be selected for trader training.


After our morning of working as tellers, before our afternoon classes, we were going to have lunch at the bank’s rooftop cafeteria.
Going up the escalator, I was behind her and saw how she was repeatedly tugging down her mini kilt. I was surprised, Anna isn’t a prude, and would assume wearing a short skirt. Suddenly, between her tugging I was even more surprised to see two wide reddish welts decorating her upper thighs. I stepped up to be next to her, and whispered, “You sat on a radiator?”


She blushed crimson, tugged her skirt some more, and had us take the elevator for the remaining floors to the roof top restaurant. After having filled our trays we sat, and she couldn’t avoid my interrogative eyebrows.
She confessed. “I visited Uncle Redmoon.”


“Uncle Redmoon? I didn’t know that you have an uncle!”


“I don’t.”


“Ah!”


“Amelia dear, Uncle Redmoon is slang for a discipline service.”


“Oh!”


I was lost for words, and she explained. “You remember, three weeks ago, our supervisor calling me into his office.”


I nodded. “You were assigned a Christmas shift.”


“Yes, and I was told that I would be out of the program if I failed another assignment. Mrs Supervisor also registered me for Saturday remedial classes, and gave me the card of the local Uncle Redmoon. Saying that I would be encouraged to better apply myself.”


She showed me that card, and I read it with dancing eyebrows.


Uncle Redmoon Discipline Service
Traditional corporal punishments are known to be effective methods to encourage hard work and build character.
Act before the irremediable!
Retired educators with experience of old fashioned discipline.
Give us a call or visit our website.
Nota Bene:
All punishments will be given in good spirit, and on the bare bottom. They are to be taken with courage and humility.
(We do not deal with individuals under the age of 18 or over the age of 24)
“Oh!”

She also added, “Look over there, on your right. That receptionist is wearing the exact same kilt as me.”


I also saw that she was squirming in her chair.


Anna continued. “Yesterday I submitted my latest report card to Uncle Redmoon. He wasn’t satisfied, and if he was kinda lenient on my first visit. he sure wasn’t on my second! I tasted the belt, boy did that sting! I was also issued that punishment skirt, and told to wear it for a week.”


*****

A few weeks later, I badly flunked a quiz. It wasn’t a D, it was an F! Mrs Supervisor called me into her office. After having issued her warning of three strikes and you will be out of the program, she added. “If you were my daughter, I would apply a hairbrush to your derriere till it glows!” I kept my head down to hide my shameful blush.


She registered me for Saturday morning remedial classes, and gave me the Redmoon Discipline Service card. She also added. “I dare you to call them. Your friend Anna did, and her grades have greatly improved.” Since it was my first shortcoming I was spared a Christmas shift.


I slept poorly. I realized that I might be a teller for years before being promoted as a supervisor, and that wouldn’t compare with being a trader. Saturday morning I pulled that card out of my satchel, and called.


“Good morning Sir. A…friend…gave…me…your…card… my…name…is…Amelia…and…I…need…an…appointment… please.”
I had breathlessly blurted all that, and waited… ./.

Amelia hadn’t noticed, the double click of a call center automatically re directing her call to the next available disciplinarian in her neighborhood. 


I was busy in my studio, creating another set. I run a web site producing spanking videos. I keep a spanking blog, write spanking stories for four publishers, under different names, and offer a spanking service to young ladies in need of maintenance. I have been doing so for well over a decade. I was approached a few years ago by the Redmoon Discipline Service, and had agreed to go on their book.

Amelia sounded like she had just run a marathon. Most new callers do. Naughty girls, ringing up an unknown older gentleman for a spanking. I realize that it must be quite a nerve wracking and embarrassing situation.

I am under instruction to use the name Mr. Redmoon. We all do, well, not all actually, some are Mrs. Redmoon.

“Hello, you sound nervous. That is natural. Right now you are in the same situation as a girl who has just knocked on the door of the Headmasters Study. You are right to be nervous, you are a naughty young woman, in need of a spanking on your bare bottom. I am your personal trainer of sorts. I am your personal disciplinarian. I am here to correct you. I am Mr. Redmoon.”

We arranged a day and time for our first face to face meeting, in my study, at Church Studio, in the Old Silk Mill, in a town just three miles away from her.

She was told, firmly, not to be late. Also, she was to write a paragraph, to read out to me, explaining why she needs me. 

B and Asa

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