This is another story by ‘B’….we thought of writing it together, but in all honesty, I have little to do with it, not like when she was sending naughty girls to Uncle Redmoon in the last story we did, and I wrote of what happened and sent them back!

To read more of her work, click on ‘links and contributors’, then ‘contributors’ and scroll down.

She also runs a fabulous spanking game, and they are looking for new players, so have a look here…

Asking the Neighbors Part 3

A few days later, there was a three-foot-long DHL cardboard tube with my name on it sitting atop the building’s mailboxes. I knew what it was about. I didn’t open it in the lobby!

I opened it at home and found my tawse and cane. I remembered how they were kept behind my bedroom door, and the fear of having them applied to my bottom had motivated me through my O and A-levels. I made the top five.

There was also a letter from Pap. “Dear Brenda, It was indeed quite silly to have dropped your report card in your neighbors’ mailbox. You are lucky to have met people willing to offer the discipline you require.”

Next day, I was to hand over my tawse and cane to Steve, and I was invited for tea. He opened the door, and I followed him into the lounge while carrying the cardboard tube. I had extracted my implements and dropped them when I saw Linda!

She offered quite a sight. She was wearing nothing more than a short kitchen apron which didn’t cover much of her lovely curves. 

That was surprising, but it wasn’t the only reason for my surprise. Her apron didn’t cover her bottom, which was very red.

Steve explained. “I gave Linda a spanking because she was naughty with over spending and having overdrawn her bank card. Since it isn’t her first overindulgence, she will have a taste of your tawse.”

With that, she blushed as red as her derriere.

He picked up my tawse and told her to bend over the arm of the sofa. She demurely obeyed and kept her legs tightly close. Steve gave her six resounding whacks, and, after the fourth, she surrendered her prudish stance. I discovered that she is a real blonde. Then she was told to serve tea, and I was ordered to help her.

“And please hang the tawse and cane behind the kitchen door,” Steve told me.

As I did so, she hurriedly took a bag of frozen peas out of the fridge and rubbed her fiery bum with it.

She adeptly described the effect of my tawse. “Ouch! It’s like a double belt!”

That night, when there were more horizontal gymnastics and unladylike enthusiastic cheering, my right hand wandered. I imagined my kilt being blown up by a teasing wind and revealing my well reddened bum peeking out of my white cotton knickers. I pulled my skirt down as fast as I could, but I was sure that the guy who had told me that I look like a schoolgirl about to be spanked for poor grades must have had an eyeful. What a dream!

I slept well, and in the morning I mused, You need a boyfriend to give you a good shagging.

With my school pleated skirt approved by Steve, I rode my bike with my bum high above the saddle to the uni.

A few junior boys whistled, and a scooter caught up with me. “Yo! Schoolgirl! Would you have a drink with me after classes?”

He was the guy who had teased me a few days before, the one in my dream.

I beamed and teased back, “Mommy warned me about big boys who look under my skirt!”

“Never! I kept my eyes closed!”

“Open them! Here comes a red light!”

“Very funny! What about that drink? What’s your name?”

“Where? And my name is Brenda. What’s yours?

“At Hugs and Bites!”

“That’s quite a program.”

“You do the biting, and I’ll do the hugging!”

“Hahaha! I might be there.”

“My name is Harry!”

After classes, at the pub, he jumped to his feet when he saw me. He led me to a small settee for two and a miniature coffee table. It was clever, as it meant that he sat very close to me, and his hands occasionally landed on my knees. He was fun, and we had a couple of beers.

It was eight pm when I got home, which was later than usual. Steve must have heard, and a minute later he was at my door. As soon as I had opened it, he asked, “Why are you so late home after your classes?”

“I was with friends.”

“Is that the whole truth?”

“I have met a young man.”

“And?”

“And we went to the pub.”

He caught one of my ears as if I were ten and sniffed my breath.

“And you have been drinking?”

It was no use lying. “I had a couple of beers.”

“Nothing wrong with meeting a young man and having a couple of beers after classes, but you should have been home no later than seven.”

“I am sorry. Very sorry.”

“I am going to giving you a spanking—sixty smacks for being an hour late!”

He sat on the sofa and, with the expertise he pulled me across his knees. He raised my skirt and pulled down my knickers to my knees. I felt a hot flush from the shame of having my bum bared to be punished like a schoolgirl. I got my sixty smacks, forty on my bum and twenty on my thighs, and I was well punished.

“OH! AH! AIE! OUCH! OUCH!”

“I am (sniff) very sorry (sniff), sir.”

“You are not to waste time cooking. You have homework to do. Come have dinner with us.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

I was discreetly rubbing my skirt over my fiery thighs and butt as I followed him next door, lucky that no one was following us.

Brenda

To be continued…

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