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So this is by ‘B’

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Asking the Neighbors Part 4

Next morning, I carefully examined my bottom in my tall mirror. It seemed to have recovered from the smacking I got the evening before for being home late, after having met Harry.

I had dreamed of him, my hands had wandered, and I had slept very well!

I pulled up a pair of light pink knickers, just in case my bottom might still have a telltale hue, and, for the same reason, I didn’t ride high above the saddle of my bike on the way to the uni.

Steve having me wear a short schoolgirl like pleated skirt sure made me self-conscious to have to toe the line.

During the mid-morning break, Harry teased me. “Got a spanking for being home late?”

I shrugged and blushed. I realized the potential embarrassment of my blushing being noticed and ran while daring him.

“Catch me if you can!”

I enthusiastically ran with my skirt flying around my legs. He didn’t need to be told twice; he ran after me. That skirt does have some advantages!

I ran towards the library. It wasn’t too busy at that time of the day, but it wasn’t deserted. I found a storeroom and, before entering, I waited a few seconds for Harry to spot me from the other end of the corridor.

There was a bric-à-brac of old chairs, along with a wooden desk and janitorial supplies. I was hiding behind the desk when Harry entered the room.

“Where are you hiding, naughty girl?”

I giggled. “Over here, naughty boy!”

He found me, offered a hand for me to stand, and when he had caught my hand, he pulled me in for a breathtaking kiss. Both his hands clawed my bum, and I clawed his back.

After a breather, he grabbed my waist and sat me on the desk. We had another breathtaking kiss. He soon had a hand opening my blouse, and the other one progressed under my skirt. I pulled his shirt out of his jeans and discovered his hairy chest.

We had another breather and then, with help from me, he freed my titties and caressed them while I ran my fingers over his hairy chest. We had another breathtaking kiss, and he again had one hand under my skirt, and then it was soon inside my knickers.

We again caught our breath and my hands reached for his crotch. With both hands, he pulled my knickers down and off. I unbuckled his belt and crossed my legs behind his back. Still hugging each other and kissing, the rabbit met the pussy with a Han! and an Oh! I got the shagging I wanted, and my titties danced! It was a few minutes of heavenly bliss!

As we were concluding with a lovely kiss, we heard a booming voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It was an old lady who hadn’t met too many rabbits.

Harry hastily pulled up his pants while I tugged down my skirt before closing my blouse. He also picked up my knickers.

“I will report both of you to the dean! Such disgusting behavior!”

We laughed and disappeared.

Harry was reassuring. “She doesn’t know us!”

Little did we know that, a week later, I would have a copy of a uni letter sent to my parents

“Brenda was caught in flagrante with an unidentified young man by one of our librarians,” the letter read. “If such unladylike conduct is repeated, she will be expelled.”

I didn’t mention the letter to Steve or Linda!

A week after that, they invited me for tea, and Steve said, “I got a letter from your father through the caretaker, along with a copy of another letter from the dean of your law school.” He frowned as he added, “That you kept for yourself.”

The butterflies had returned, and they were frantic.

“I will read your father’s letter, Brenda. The fact that she had sex with a young man isn’t a problem, but her casual lack of discretion is! Such brazen behavior has to be punished, along with her deception. A severe caning is called for!

With those last few words, I couldn’t help wetting my knickers with a silly Oops! and a blush.

Linda must have done that, also, because Steve added, “If you have wet your knickers, you will get an extra stroke. Stand and raise your skirt.”

I obeyed and shamefully showed my wet knickers. I felt like a silly little girl.

“Take off your knickers and skirt and bring me your cane.”

Bare from my navel to my socks, I went to the kitchen to fetch my cane. I saw that Linda had prepared a bag of crushed ice and soft flannels for later. I gave my cane to Steve.

“Six of the best for your unladylike conduct, plus one stroke for deception and another one for having wet your knickers. Grab your ankles, and each time you let go of them, the stroke will be repeated.”

I heard the cane whistling through the air, and a split second later there was a resounding THWACK! and I felt a fiery cut across my bottom. I bawled.

“OH! ARGH! OUCH!”

Six times I heard the SWISH followed by the THWACK!

Each time, I bawled. “OH! ARGH! AIE! OUCH!”

I tried gyrating my derriere, but I couldn’t avoid any of the punishing strokes.

The first of the additional strokes was whipped across the top of my thighs.

“OH! ARGH! AIE! AIE! OUCH!

I let go of my ankles and heard, “I will be lenient. I won’t repeat that stroke.”

The last one swished and thwacked an inch below the previous one. I again cried out.

“OH! ARGH! AIE! AIE! OUCH! OUCH!”

“Don’t rub and stand with your hands on top of your head.”

For five very, very long minutes, I endured my incandescent bum. It was even worse for my thighs. I remembered the gym during my O and A-levels with cane welts below my gym knickers.

Then Linda had me sitting on cold wet flannel she had set on a kitchen chair.

Steve told me to write to Pap and tell him how I was punished.

Brenda

To be continued…

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