This is another part of a story written by me and my dear friend ‘B’. To read more of B’s work, click on ‘links and contributors’ above. Here you will see a link to her own blog.

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Not forgetting her inspired spanking game…

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Part Six  

The night before our appointment with Mr Redmoon, I didn’t sleep too well. There was no beating around the proverbial bush, nor pussy footing! We were lucky that the prof hadn’t actually called us cheaters, but we were nonetheless issued punishment slips. ‘To teach us a lesson!’   Our supervisor had scolded us, and all our colleagues must have heard. “What were you thinking!? Don’t you understand that our bank is giving you a great opportunity with those classes. If you are expelled from the program, you will be tellers or secretaries all your life. If you were my girls I would give you the cane, six of the best.   As we approached Mr Redmoon’s cottage, we pedaled faster. We had no doubt that his neighbors knew of his business and what our blue kilts meant.   …the day of their joint punishment arrived. Another day of changing skirts, both arriving in blue tartan, no doubt with mocking comments and teasing. Then into their punishment uniforms, white shirt, tie, grey skirts, white socks and knickers, which will of course be lowered. Then after corner time, it will be red tartan, to match their well decorated red naughty bottoms, for an embarrassing journey home…

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Uncle Redmoon’s…

I realised that this crime was not full-blown cheating, it was a struggling friend being helped by another, but it has to be stopped. If a girl is put on the spot, it is all up to her to get out of it or face the consequences of not being prepared. I decided on an equal punishment for each of them. Twenty good whacks each with the junior tawse, on the bare, over a stool.

At the time arranged, the two girls arrived promptly….very good, no extra whacks.

I went to the door to let them in. I was excited, my two prettiest clients, with two of the curviest, plumpest bottoms of all. I was full of the expectation of an exceedingly good spanking day being in store for me. Anna had been to my study several times, but Amelia was going in for the first time. Her first had been in my school room annex.

I opened the door, the sun was shining, both girls smiled nervously. Amelia’s was exactly as I remembered, beautiful and coy. Then, the smiles vanished as I said, “go straight into my study, change into the school uniforms, and sit on the two chairs I have left by my desk. I will give you ten minutes to change and come in. I opened the door for them.   Anna walked in, and then Amelia, who thanked me for holding the door open. So polite, so nice.  

Although there was no one on the sidewalk, they hurried inside, the reputation of my blue kilts worked again!

They both smiled bravely as I entered.

I put on my strict face and picked up the supple junior tawse. I spoke in a no nonsense way. Their expressions changed as I spoke.

“Stand up and say your words”.  

Amelia spoke first.

“Soz Sir. It was only about helping out my friend. I didn’t mean to help her cheat.” I really felt like a naughty schoolgirl when I pitifully added. “I hadn’t thought.”

Each gave an excuse. It made no difference.

“There is no excuse for cheating. Both of you are getting twenty with this, on the bare, fifteen on the bottom, five on your upper thigh. It will hurt a lot. That is why it is the deterrent it is.”

Silence settled, the old oak clock ticked.

“Anna, to the stool, bend over!”

She obediently did. I raised her skirt, lowered her knickers, and delivered all twenty hard and fast, with no mercy. She squeaked and cried as she bucked like a wild horse. “Stand up, back to your chair.”

Sobbing, she did so.   I so how carefully she sat.

“Amelia, to the stool, bend over.”

“Yes Mr. Redmoon.” She smiled at me and bent over beautifully, like a gymnast doing a display.

I raised her skirt, lowered her knickers, and gave her the exact same punishment. She, too, squealed and bucked.

A few seconds after the last whack, she said, ‘Thank you Mr. Redmoon.” ….how charming.

Corner time was served. The next client arrived and was directed to the study. I dismissed the girls.

Anna left, rubbing her bottom, and sniffing. Then Amelia, sniffing and red faced, turned to me, and said…”bye Mr Redmoon.”

I said bye bye, and stood at the door. At the gate, she turned and smiled.

I shut the door and then smiled too.

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The way home…

  It was an inferno under my shortish red punishment kilt. It was hard to say what was throbbing more: my bum or my upper thighs. I had smiled for Mr Redmoon because I had no resentment. I got a well deserved punishment. ‘At twenty-two you’re no longer a school girl who doesn’t think!’   Anna chimed. “We’re lucky not to have got the cane!”   We were approaching the neighboring co-op. We mounted our bikes and rode above our saddles as fast as we could. Our kilts, flew, but we were already quite far when we heard a laugh…  

B and Asa To be continued…