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Uncle Redmoon’s spanking Confessional part 2/2  

“I have played along with your silly game. What I do is real, very real, as you two are about to find out! I am going to punish you for coming here without being serious about needing correction. YOU ARE NAUGHTY GIRLS! You are going to taste the kiss of leather on your bare bottoms. “Lower your knickers.”

There was no option with a voice like that. We both dropped our knickers and exchanged winks as if to say, we have been naughty girls, and we’re going to pay!

“In time honored British schoolgirl fashion, bend down and grab your ankles Or touch your toes!.” 

Take off your knickers and drop them on the coffee table by the fire place.”

He smacked our derrieres alternating for one to the other. I was the first to let off my ankles and he belted my thighs. “Each time you are letting go of your ankles I will belt your thighs!” I hurriedly again grabbed my ankles.

We both chanted, “OH! AH! OUCH!” as we both had again let go of our ankles…

Our bottoms and thighs were throbbing, but we had been belted at home by our fathers. We were still curious of the famous English school cane. We almost smiled when Mister Headmaster said, “You also deserve to be caned.” He remained silent for a few seconds and added, “You will know how English girls are punished!”

From the umbrella stand her took a cane similar to those we had seen at Janus. I watched with wide eyes as he flexed and swished it through the air. The hissing sound had me shuddering. I had second thoughts, but I wouldn’t be the one chickening out! 

“Bend down over each arms of the settee. Six of the best. If you rub the stroke will be repeated.” We again heard that cane hissing. I shivered, my bottom felt so embarrassingly bare.

Denise squealed! The next one was for me, and my derriere felt as if it was horizontally sliced. “ARGH! OUCH!”

After my fourth searing stroke my hands flew to rub my burning bum. I heard him again counting, “Four!” as he repeated my fourth stroke. “ARGHH! OUCH!”

I thought of giving up, but I heard him repeat, “Five!” I understood that Denise had rubbed after her fifth stroke. I was not going to be further under done.

I took my remaining two strokes,

“OH! ARGHHH! OUCH!” I felt my eyes watering.

I had received seven strokes my bottom was on fire, and my thighs were still throbbing from the tawse,

“Keep your skirts up and stand in the corner.” I rubbed on the way to the corner. He grabbed my wrist, had me twirling on the spot and slapped my thighs. “No rubbing!”

Denise must have similarly rubbed as I heard her squealing. “Aie! AIE!”

Ten minutes later we are out on the street rubbing our bottoms and thighs as discreetly as possible. A few giggling boys had us realizing that our kilts were too short to hide our tawse decorated thighs. We blushed as red as tomatoes, and ran back to the pub.

The two girls of earlier were still there. They of course immediately noticed that we were punished. They called the waiter, “Two tall beers with shots, on us !” They asked, “Strap or cane ?”

“La fessée, la tawse et la cane ! Oops ! Sorry, I meant spanked, tawsed and caned.” Having said that I felt myself blushing to my ears as a punished schoolgirl.

“French ?”

We nodded.

“Stings !?”

“Oh la la! my bottom and thighs a on fire !”

Denis explained, “We wanted to know whats its like to be punished as British girls.”

I painfully squirmed in my chair as I summed up, “Aie! Aie! It was very severe !”

Denise was curious, “What about you ?”

“We were given punishment slips.”

“We were lucky, the cane wasn’t requested.”

B and Asa

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