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Continued….Part Five –

…After having carefully sat my well taught seat of learning on the cold flannels prepared by Linda, I wrote the letter for Pop, as ordered by Steve.

Dear Pop, I am very sorry to have been a naughty girl.

I didn’t mention how much I had enjoyed the shagging in a storeroom a few yards away from the uni’s library. What a thrill it was!

I was well punished, and my bottom is still throbbing from a good caning. I promise to be a good girl! Your Brenda and hugs for Mum.

Next, Linda applied after-spanking treatment to my well decorated bum. She was very gentle, but I did wince a few times. Then she gave me a pair of her silky knickers to replace mine, as I had wet them before my punishment like a little girl. I was also finally allowed to pull my skirt back on.

They invited me for dinner, and Steve kindly placed a pillow on my chair. He also offered to help me with several aspects of business laws.

Next morning, I examined my derriere in the full length-mirror in my bathroom. The neatly parallel cane lines were quite visible. They were crimson or purple. I was relieved that none of them were blue. I got what I deserved, no less and no more than a classic schoolgirl caning. I giggled as I thought that it was administered with artistic precision!

Returning to the uni was going to be challenging. First was choosing the right color of knickers. I selected an old pair of maroon cotton knickers, to avoid too much contrast with my stripes. Next was the skirt. I had little choice; I was told by Steve to always wear a short, pleated schoolgirl-like skirt. They remind me of my O and A-levels back in Edinburgh, when Pop had me wear similar skirts and kept me on the straight and narrow with help from a tawse. I couldn’t do better than an old school kilt, which was over an inch above my knees, as I had grown up.

The bike ride wasn’t too comfy. I had to choose between riding high above the saddle and take a chance with a teasing wind exposing my chastised bottom, or keep my sore bum firmly on the saddle. I chose the latter option, but a few times when going down deserted alleys. I rode above the saddle. Phew! What a relief that was!

Harry was waiting for me at the bike-shed. He helped me lock my bike, then he hugged me for a good morning kiss. It was fine, and I responded enthusiastically, till he grabbed my bum with both hands. I stoically refrained from jumping out of my knickers or whimpering, but he soon clawed my bottom, as boys always do when they want to fill their hands with girly curves.

I couldn’t help wriggling my derriere, and he immediately said, “You were spanked! Weren’t you?”

I blushed crimson, and that was enough for him to triumphantly say, “I was right from the first day, when I saw you with that schoolgirl skirt!”

I blushed the more when he asked to have a look. I first refused.

“Not in the bike-shed. Someone might see!”

He gave me another kiss without clawing my bum, and I surrendered. I discreetly raised my skirt, praying that he would be the only one seeing my streaked derriere.

“Whoa! That wasn’t a spanking! That was a caning, and a severe one. Let me count the strokes.”

I thought that he was too loud and shushed him before pulling down the curtain on the show. I nonetheless satisfied his curiosity.

“It was eight strokes, and they were very stingy!”

“What for?”

“You remember the library?”

“Yes. Don’t tell me! You were identified and reported!”

“Yes! A letter was sent home.”

“Sigh. I am sorry!”

“No need! It takes two to tango.”

I didn’t mention the details of Steve having acted as loco parentis nor having wet my knickers.

“We have got to have a room. I don’t want to receive another caning!”

“Not to worry, Dolly. I have a place!”

After classes, I discovered his small apartment. It was a mess.

“This place hasn’t seen a girl for ages!”

He sadly nodded and hurriedly tidied up as he looked for Arnica gel.

“It’s recommended by my football club!”

He eventually found it and gallantly carried me to his bed. I was soon skirt up and de-knickered. He gave my derriere a gentle massage, and his hands strayed, and I didn’t protest.

One thing led to another, and we had great horizontal gymnastics with plenty of Ohs and Yes! and vigorous Hahan!

He also made sure that I was back home in time.

Brenda

To be continued…

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