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What a day it had been for poor Mary. That morning she had got up and dressed herself in her uniform, but with tights, instead of knee length white socks. Miss Brooks the Headmistress had given her the spanking of her life for…

a) Breaking the rules on Dress Code.

b) Parading round thinking she is superior to the other girls and an icon of American Fashion…which ended up in her being forced to wear the ‘ridicule dress’

Poor Mary had crossed the line between the good girls, and the naughty girls, and was highly likely never to return. Her bottom was now classed as a ‘bottom of example’, to be used whenever she misbehaved, even in the slightest, as an example of ‘what will happen’….if you do not behave.

On her return to school life, after today, that is how her life would be. But before that would happen, there was another fact, dawning on her rapidly. What would happen at home? How would life change there?

The answer was simple, it would change dramatically for the worse.

Still in her ‘ridicule dress’, she was stood by the school gate, her bottom slowly cooling, and being ridicule by the good girls. Other naughty girls were pleased, they had another one to share the humiliation of bare bottom spankings, it might mean one less for them.

As she stood nervously dreading her mother seeing her as an object of ridicule and a girl in disgrace, she heard it. Girls began to giggle, a general air of expectancy rose, the recognisable clip clop clip of her mother’s shoes were quickly getting closer.

Mary looked around for escape, there was none, just a sea of giggling excited faces, waiting to see what will happen to her next. She saw Miss Brooks peering through her study window, with a look of delighted amusement.

Her Mummy stood stock still in horror. “MARY!!!! You have let me down, BADLY, and you are going to suffer for it my girl! Your bottom might think it has been punished, but trust me you naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY!!! Girl… it has felt nothing yet. I am taking you home, and you are going straight into our bay window for another spanking, the hardest and longest of which I am capable, and I am not bothered who watches, the more the merrier!!!”

She was dragged home by the ear, by a stoney faced Mummy, hell bent on delivering a spanking of cosmic proportions. Her hand carrying the object of punishment, a very solid looking slipper.

How the girls in the playground laughed as they swarmed behind, to follow and watch. Matilda, her nemesis, leading the way. But that was nothing compared to what happened outside of the gates.

Mary’s Mummy was the Chairwoman of the local Women’s Institute! A position envied and coveted by every woman in the village. She had led by example, her baking, her embroidery, her house keeping, her manners were above everyone. The local Vicar used her in almost every speech and sermon as a shining example of how family life should be, the jewel in her mother’s crown was Mary, another shining example, this time of how good a girl can be when brought up properly.

Other women were envious and jealous. And she loved being the number one Mummy of the town. She was, up until this point aloof and haughty. That would all end today, never again would she be used as such an example, and at the next election of Chairwoman she would lose her crown. And why? because of Mary, and how she was going to suffer for it.

Stood outside the gates, collecting their good girl daughters, was a sea of W.I. members, and their faces said it all. They were delighted to see the downfall of Mary’s Mummy, and to make matters worse, they joined the group of following spectators!

Her upcoming spanking felt like it was going to be seen by half of the town, and by morning the other half who missed it, would have heard of it!

Dragged by the ear all the way, with the odd resounding slap of the slipper if she pulled back, the journey made its way down the lane where she lived, and through the garden gate of her immaculate cottage. Her Mummy slammed the gate shut, almost bringing it off of its hinges.

The following group of Women’s Institute Members, and their daughters stooped at the gate, and spread down the perfectly trimmed Privet hedge.

In only a matter of minutes they saw Mary, she had been told to open the windows so everyone could hear. Then she got a right royal telling off.

Comments from the watching crowd filtered through the open window.

“I thought that her mummy kept control of her, it seems not, it would not happen in my house!”

“Huh, a fine example for a Chairwoman to set, how can she possibly think that she can advise us on good home management if she lets a school girl show her up like this!”

“Look how red her bottom still is! And now she is going to get some more!”

All these comments were like throwing petrol onto an already roaring fire. The fire in question was Mummy’s anger.

The dining table was in the bay window, and Mummy made poor Mary bend over it with her bottom towards to the baying crowd.

“Teach her a good lesson!”

“She would not sit down for a week if she was mine!”

“What a naughty girl, don’t you ever show me up like this, how embarrassing for her!!”

That was the key word, ’embarrassed’.

Mummy’s world had collapsed, in public. She spanked that bottom relentlessly, for ten minutes, cheered on and encouraged by the whole group.

Mary squealed and hopped about as the blows fell, she was crying loudly.

Mary was at breaking point, the public humiliation of having her bottom walloped before a cheering mocking crowd was too much to bear, as she heard them jeer…

“Oooooh that is a good spanking!”

“Listen to her, what a racket she is making!”

“Keep it going, teach her a lesson she will not forget!”

“Look how red her bottom is through the ridicule panties, they give no protection and on top of that, the whole outfit makes her look so silly!” Taunted Matilda….”Mary’s getting a spanking! Mary’s getting a spanking!”

Encouraged by the cheers, her Mummy gave the mightiest whack yet. THWAAAACK!!!!!

They laughed and pointed as she jumped high. “Ohhh that was a good one!”

“OOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!! Fuck off! All of you, just fuck off….owwwww!”

“Did…you…hear..that!? The horrible naughty girl, what language, she has had no upbringing at all, this is disgusting… tut tut tut.”

Mummy froze on the spot.

“You naughty girl! I am going to wash your mouth out, I have a good mind to scrub you from head to toe! get undressed, now! Take all this ridiculous stuff off…strip naked you naughty girl!!”

“But…but…everyone will….”

“STRIP NAKED NOW!”

How Matilda loved it…..”Oh God, we are all going to see her with nothing on, getting her mouth washed out with soap, and with a bright red bum!!!!”

Forced to strip on full view of her peers and neighbours, how humiliating.

The jeering and laughter rose to new heights,,,

She was forced to face the crowd, she moved easily and fluidly, totally out of control of her own body. She could see the sneering faces, the lusty faces, the laughing faces. Fingers pointed, as did the tongue of Matilda, with her head bobbing from side to side, her thumbs in her ears, her hands waving.

Total and utter humiliation was hers.

Out came the soap, it was pushed in and turned, the crowd could hear her wretch on the edge of vomiting.

“Give that dirty mouth a good clean!” Shouted a rival Mummy, and indeed Mary’s Mummy did.

Mummy turned her to the wash basin and began to spank her bottom again.

Matilda in pure delight shouted the obvious. “Look, look, not only is she eating soap, for swearing, she is having her bright red bottom spanked….again!!!

More and more smacks landed as poor Mary ate the soap and spat the bits out, until it was gone.

The final insult of the day was when she was sent to bed naked, her bottom on fire, she could hear the crowd disperse. But as silence almost descended, a single voice called. Matilda shouted…

“See you at school you naughty girl….”

Naughty Mary sobbed. her mouth tasted of soap, and there was no supper to come.

The End

Asa