Saturday, December 28, 2019

Paris roommates part 6

I was back from a long day at the Ecole du Louvre. As part of my Egyptian archaeology classes I was learning about hieroglyphs. I also had homework of writing my name with hieroglyphs. Flora would be easy, but McLeod would be something else... 

 I was greeted by my roommates with, "There's mail from your parents !"

"Huh !?"

"Its actually a box, a longish triangular box, its on the coffee table..."

I was curious and rushed to the living room. I picked up the box, it wasn't that long and it was light. I was about to open it when I noticed that it was address to Mme Louise Lacoste ! "It isn't addressed to me !" I looked for the return address and as my roomies had said it was from my parents.

An hour later Madame was back, and my roommates again chimed, "There's a package for you from Flora's parents !" Madame took her sweet time opening it while I was burning with curiosity. "Oh!" and "Ah!" It was my schoolgirl tawse ! I felt my cheeks blushing while my friends giggled. 

It was actually a recycled Sam Brown belt split lengthwise. It wasn't as heavy as a Lochgelly tawse, but I knew very well that it gave a very stingy spanking. I had no doubt that it would be more severe than the martinet, and the marks would last longer.

I again blushed when Madame read the accompanying letter, "Thank you for your offer of supervising Flora's performances. Herewith enclosed you will find her tawse. We have found it very useful for encouraging our lassie... " I was told to hang it behind the kitchen door alongside the martinet...

Next morning Madame had prepared breakfast as she did every morning. We each had something we loved, but she made sure we had a balanced breakfast. We sensed that she was happy with our company. She often said that she felt ten years younger when her daughters were still at home, before their weddings. Each times one of us sneezed she had a doctor coming and she prepared herbal tea. It was home away from home with a surrogate mother, to the last detail of the martinet and tawse behind the kitchen door.

She always inspected us discreetly after breakfast. She had sharp eyes, knew all the tricks, but we did pull off a few good ones. We wore thicker t-shirts when we went bra less. We avoided the obviously too small t-shirt showing our belly button. It was a cat and mouse game we kept playing although we knew the stingy penalty when we were caught.

After lunch at the Louvre's employees cafeteria Adrien suggested an afternoon at the Cinémathèque for the Russian revolution tribute. The Cinémathèque restores and preserves old movies. It is also offering daily screenings of masterpieces for a token fee. 

The little wheels between my ears  translated, an afternoon in a dark cinema with Adrien, his hands wondering... I forgot about the Mesopotamian archaeology !

Battleship Potemkin hadn't drawn the crowds, the theater was half empty. The spectators were retirees and young couple as us. All the girls wore miniskirts and most of them were bra less under tight t.shirts. I was one of the few with a blouse. Going bra less under a tight T.shirt would have earned me a morning déculottée. A French word we had adopted, déculottée means Madame de-knickering you for a fiery bare bottom spanking.

We took discreet seats, and it was too dark for me to see Adrien's smile when he discovered my front closing bra. He caressed and kissed my nipples while his other hand explored my thighs. Down our row of seats I saw our neighbors, her T.shirt was rolled up and her bare breasts poetically answered the blazing guns of the Potemkin which briefly lighted the theater. 

From behind us I heard an old lady telling, "C'est le printemps, elles ont le feu au cul !" Which literally translates as, "Its spring, their asses are on fire."

It was a great afternoon and my cheeks were glowing when I returned to Madame's mansion, my roommates didn't need a drawing. I overheard, "10 Euros..." I questioned, "10 Euros for what ?" Leslie answered with a wicked grin while Margit giggled, "I have bet 10 Euros on your knickers being still wet !" I blushed so much I felt my ears tingling. They laughed, "Look at her blushing as red as a tomato, no need to raise her skirt, I won !"

A week later was the end of month report cards and assessments. Madame read out loud while we stood in front of her desk and nervously played with the hems of our minis. "Flora is doing very well, but we are surprised that she missed the Mesopotamia lesson..."

"Flora please explain why you missed that class..." I had no medical appointment, no emergency, no excuse, I was done. I couldn't tell that Adrien and I had touched second base or was it third... I had to plea guilty, and telling her 'I forgot' would for sure make it worse. I confessed, "I am sorry Ma'am, I skipped it..."

"You skipped it and I am going to skelp your derriere as they say in Scotland... It sounds as a rhyme .... bring me your tawse !"

A few seconds later I demurely gave her my tawse, "Skirt up, knickers down and bend over that lovely old school desk I bought at the antique road show..."

"Oh! Ah! Ouch!"

It was a year since that tawse had visited my nates. I almost forgot how stingy it is ! She didn't need any tawsing lessons. She roasted my bottom and thighs. I pedaled my legs as if preparing for the Tour de France and wasn't too concerned with the show I was offering.

I was eventually sent to the corner holding my skirt up to expose my throbbing derriere and thighs as a well punished schoolgirl.

Madame added as a matter of fact, “Your boyfriend will probably notice that you were punished, “Tell him why…”

Flora and co

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Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Paris roommates part 5

As most Fridays I had a free afternoon and Adrien took a few hours off. We followed the quays of the Seine. We explored the various bouquinistes with their metal trunks attached to the parapet. They mostly had second hand books and old comics as well as yellowish newspapers, but Adrien knew where to find their naughty stuff which was hidden from underage eyes. 

He pulled out a few 1930 novels, one of them was called Les Joues Cramoisies (The Crimson Cheeks). It was illustrated by Carlo, and one drawing showed a girl with her skirt up and knickers down for her father to punish her with a martinet. 

I couldn't help blushing, but Adrien wasn't the wiser, he didn't know of Madame's disciplinary regime.


At 6 pm on the dot we lined up in front of Madame's desk. Margit didn't have much of a choice. It was her parents request for Madame to assess her report cards, and although over 18 she respected their will. 

It was the first monthly assessment and we joined her. It was about solidarity and a challenge, could we take Madame's scholastic discipline ? She had warned that she would use the martinet for poor grades. We all fidgeted as she opened our sealed report cards.

Madame read aloud my assessment, "Very promising start for Flora !" Phew! I was expecting a good report, I was nonetheless relieved. She continued with Leslie, "This young lady should remember that she is studying French, not Italian..." 

We tried very hard not to giggle. Madame couldn't help a smile before warning her, "If you are back next month with such a comment its the martinet !" 

Next was Cécile's assessment, "A very promising student !" 

Last was Margit. Her French was better than Leslie's. She had already joined her university, but she had to attend advanced French lessons. Madame read, "Margit thinks that her French is good enough, but 9/20 for the irregular verbs test is cutting it short..." Sentence was instantaneously passed, "Fetch the martinet Margit, I want no less than 12/20..."

A few seconds later Margit sheepishly returned with the martinet and gave it to Madame, "Take off your knickers and elbows on my desk..." She slowly took her pink knickers down and off before dropping them on the desk. Madame pulled her skirt up and it stayed up by itself. She also had a Parisian ticket de métro, Cécile must have given her the address.... I will be getting one as well !

"Twelve strokes should teach you to apply yourself better to your studies..." She danced from foot to foot. She also had to stand in the corner with her decorated bottom on display.

Next morning, Saturday before breakfast, it was gym in the basement with rays of sun entering from the window wells. Madame had bought gym outfits for us. 

 It was of course from her Lacoste shop. We had white sports bras and black short shorts, ankle socks and pinkish leather shoes. We adjusted the shorts to cover our under-curves. 

Margit didn't bother, it was obvious that she was punished.
Madame joined us with a teasing smile and a canoe paddle ! She slapped the leather horse with it and we understood, with a huge relief, that it wasn't made of wood ! It was actually made of rubber. It would for sure be quite stingy, but it wouldn't bruise.

She did a great job of drilling us. After stretching and warming up exercises it was running on the spot. She rhythmically slapped the leather horse with that rubber paddle, "One, two, three, faster !" She encouraged us with a few smacks on the seat of our shorts. "Oh! Ouch!" I got two of those encouraging slaps, they were very stingy, I was well encouraged !

Next were push ups done the old fashion way. "The best exercise for perky breasts! I will be joining you." She was already on the floor when she added, "The first one stopping before me gets her derriere tanned !" She pumped as if she was a 20 year old ! 

After 25 push ups Leslie was pumped out. Madame ordered, "Shorts down and over the horse..." She got a well tanned bottom... 

We teased her, "Your Italian beau will need fireman gloves !"
"Nah! No girl can be too hot for an Italian !"
Flora and co
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Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Saturday, December 14, 2019

Paris roommates part 4

It was the day for us to be kitted for tennis, and to have our first lesson. At the appointed time we gathered by the classic Citroen DS in the miniature courtyard of Madame's Parisian mansion. As ten years old we had drawn straws to determine who would be sitting in front and I won ! The leather seats felt cool on my legs generously offered by my miniskirt. It was 10 AM on Saturday morning a uniformed voiturier was waiting when the metallic silver Citroen pulled in front of the Lacoste shop near La Madeleine. 

We trotted behind Madame as we entered the shop, the director and two sales ladies just about bowed ! She was offered a regal chair and tea while we stood at attention.A curtain was pulled and she clapped her hands twice as she said, "En petite culottes !" We giggled the more as we noticed how the sales ladies looked surprised when we speedily obeyed. We were measured and we soon tried tennis bras.
Madame again clapped in her hands twice while ordering, "Remove your knickers !" We couldn't help blushing but we giggled again as we obeyed. Cécile showed her new "ticket de métro". The white tennis knickers weren't the frilly granny type, and they weren't too covering. The classic white Lacoste polo shirt with short sleeve felt and looked pricey. The skirts were also white and shortish without being too short, and fully pleated with elegant knife pleats. We also got cute mini socks and super leather shoes. We looked great ! We thanked Madame with a peck on each cheek, and she announced lunch at Roland Garros.
We didn't change back into our civilian clothes, and we turned a few heads as we exited the shop and crossed the wide sidewalk till the gleaming DS. At the tennis club restaurant we weren't the only one wearing tennis outfits. The men showed their hairy legs and arms and the women watched. The men watched the women and their silky legs. Everyone noticed Mme Lacoste and her new girls. We overheard, "Wasn't she retired from coaching ? "Madame ordered lunch. We didn't argue ! It was a very light fare with salad and goat cheese. It wouldn't slow our tennis performances.
A secretary respectfully gave Madame a few keys, and we were led to a private locker room with showers and loos. While we stored our civies in our lockers she changed in her own individual facility. Next was the club's storeroom where she selected rackets for each of us. Then we were out on a private double court with an opened wooden shed. She tested each of us to ascertain our levels. She was three times our age and we understood that we weren't in her league.
She first played Cécile and me, and sent us to the second court with exercises to practice. Next she played Margit and Leslie, and they were sent to the other court for exercises while Cécile and I were back with her to be tested. We were her two best pupils, and I was clearly better than Cécile. She had us running all over the court while she hardly moved. She soon noticed that I had understood my exercises. Three times she wrong footed Cécile and each time she patiently explained what she was doing wrong. Then she worked an exercise for me to practice my backhand while attempting to wrong foot Cécile.
Margit and Leslie were back with her while Cécile and I exercised more. She was very patient with them, she had them practice the basic again and again. I wrong footed Cécile who gave us a very French, "Merde !" Madame caught her and pulled her into the opened shed. She sat on the bench and flipped Cécile over her knees, her short skirt flew up and her knickers fluttered down her legs. The few patrons in the garden next to the courts might not have had the view we had, but they for sure overheard Cécile's spanking. Madame was furious, "A week ago I have spanked Leslie for bad language and you have just swore like a scullery maid !" She roasted her derriere till it was a glowing crimson. "No rubbing, pull up your knickers, back on the court to continue your exercises !"
Everyone in the garden saw that Cécile was spanked. Her shortish tennis skirt flew as she returned my serve and her rubicund derriere poorly covered by her knickers was well exposed. It was la fessée !
Flora and co
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Wednesday, December 11, 2019


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Saturday, December 7, 2019

Paris roommates part 3

  Another week had passed and I met a young man at the school's library. The bibliotheca computer had given me the location of the famous Tutankhamen book. I was already blushing as I realized that I would have to climb a step ladder to reach it, and thanks to my miniskirt I'll probably show my knickers to all the pimple-faced students of the library.
"Pour l'art et la culture" for God and the Queen, I was ready to sacrifice my modesty, and was thankful that Madame Lacoste wasn't around ! I started to climb that step ladder, I hadn't reached the third step when a dashing librarian dashed. "No! No! Only librarians are allowed on those ladders !"
I stepped down with a large smile for the savior of my modesty, "Merci Monsieur !" I gave him the reference and he got me the book for my essay. He had noticed the Tutankhamen title of that book and invited me to visit the "mummy lab". On the way he apologized for his poor English accent, "Vous êtes anglaise ?" I protest with mock vehemence, "Ecossaise !"
Back home I told my roomies, "The odor of methanol was horrible, I almost fainted, and grabbed one of his muscular shoulders. He wrapped a strong arm around my back with a reassuring smile... oh... yummy.... his square jaw.... his blue eyes..." my friends giggled, and I teasingly added, "...his strong chest... his opened shirt with a few hairs..." Leslie teased back, "Did you wet your knickers ?"
Madame only heard those last two words, "Leslie ! What is that language ?" Our friend hurriedly apologized, but Madame had already caught her ear as if a ten years old. She found a chair, and pulled Leslie over her knees. She tried to escape as soon as her ear was released.
Madame who had two daughters had plenty of experience. She grabbed Leslie's arm and locked it behind her back while wrapping one of her legs over those of the American girl. Next she had her skirt up and knickers down, and spanked her. She alternated between her bottom and thighs. Leslie showed everything she has, and eventually stopped wriggling.
Next Madame had her holding one of her famous writings with her nose while exposing her bare crimson moon. This time the message read, "A proper young lady will always use the best language."
 Later when Leslie was let out of her corner and allowed to rub her still fiery bottom I was asked the name of my beau, "Its Adrien... such a manly name, and I don't know what possessed me, I gave him a peck on the cheek as we parted. Cécile laughed, "Its one on each cheek in France !" Margit commented, "Brazen Scottish girl !
Leslie still rubbing her now skirted bottom chimed, "We have this dishy Italian guy in my advanced French class and he gave four to a few of us !" Cécile giggled, "Have you heard of Italian kissing ?" I showed off and explained, "Its French kissing with the boy having one hand..." Although Madame was heard going back to her apartment I whispered, "... on your bottom !" Margit concluded, "I have a feeling that Leslie will soon have an Italian boyfriend...."
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Wednesday, December 4, 2019

In the woods

From another French artist...
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Saturday, November 30, 2019

Paris roommates part 2

Then it was Monday and Madame had prepared scrambled eggs and fried bacon. Phew! I won't be missing my 'real breakfast', the Scottish breakfast. Leslie and Margit as American and German approved. Southern France Cécile told of her grandmother's breakfasts on the farm.
Madame reminded us of the gym in the basement and offered to supervise proper exercises, "...and I am still a licensed tennis coach, if some of you want to learn or practice the game."
I enthused, "Ma'am, I am a junior player and would love to improve !" To be coached by an international star was an incredible opportunity .... my roommates must have similarly reasoned as they joined the club.
She also repeated what she told me on my arrival, "I view us as a turn of the century boardinghouse for young ladies, with advantages and penalties..." We had also discovered that Margit's parents had asked her to monitor her grades. She added, "Your parents were informed... they may or may not take the offer... but you may want to volunteer... mind you, I am very severe !" We didn't dare asking if she meant spanking...
Later, I walked by the stunning glass pyramid to discover a tall portal in the Aisle du Flore of the Louvre Palace. It was opening on the quiet private garden of the Ecole du Louvre. It was a surprising mix of twenty feet ceilings, theater like class rooms with multiple video screens, and a huge library with the latest computers. We were given a tour of the museum basement with thousand of treasures.
For the next few days we got to know each other better. Of course we talked about boys, and started exchanging clothes....
We also watched the big screen telly in the living room with Madame. On Friday while watching a National Geographic documentary Madame suddenly frowned, "Flora I told you before to be careful not to show your knickers !" I remembered and I was very embarrassed when she added, "Next time I have to remind you its a bare bottom spanking in front of all those present..."
The next time had arrived sooner than later and she swiftly caught my wrist and pulled me over her knees while I hastily apologized, "I am sorry Ma'am !" She flipped my skirt up and took my knickers down. I protested, "Please don't, please..." It was too late. I was exposing my bare bottom to my new friends, and I was going to be spanked as a naughty girl.
She vigorously spanked my derriere. She was no tennis champ for nothing ! I scissored my legs. She continued with the top of my thighs and I pedaled. It was a long and severe spanking. Mum would have approved. She always encouraged Pop to be more severe. "Give her a glowing bottom ! She isn't made of sugar."
She eventually stopped and my nates were throbbing. I saw her grabbing a notepad from a nearby coffee table. She used my back as a lap desk, once done writing she tore off the sheet, and sternly ordered, "Stand up, no rubbing, keep your skirt up and your knickers down. She gave me the note she had written. I read, "A proper young lady doesn't show her knickers."
"Hold it with your nose on the wall over there and keep your skirt up. If you drop it I'll spank you again !" For the next ten minutes I read it over and over again, and silently sighed. I was standing in the corner with my skirt up and my knickers at half mast exposing my crimson bum to everyone.
It was confirmed, we had guessed it right when we chatted that first night, she meant spanking when she had said, "...mind you, I am very severe !"
Next day was Saturday, my derriere had recovered its natural rosy condition. I was on market duty with Madame and Ginette. The market or 'marché' in French was about dozens of stalls under a turn of the century metal and glass canopy. We pulled our two wheels shopping trolleys and Madame lead us while following the shopping list she had prepared with Ginette and I. The stalls owners knew her and made offers. She bought the best produces. She was genuinely concerned with our health. She had new daughters.
She stopped by a hardware stand with various cleaning supplies and households utensils. There was a cluster of martinets and she felt the leather thongs. She wasn't satisfied and called the matronly stall owner, "Would you have more severe martinets for big girls .... my own girls burned the old family martinet when they left home..."
The matron eyed me as if to gauged the big girl. I blushed ! She soon found a more severe martinet, "There you are Madam. I have the same for my 20 year old daughter, and it has been very effective !" She again eyed me while adding. "She will remember it !" I blushed as red as the tomatoes of the next stall, where the owner had a wide smile.
Back home Madame told me to hang the martinet behind the kitchen door. Leslie asked, "What is that thing ? It doesn't look too cool !" Margit mentioned its German name, "We call it a klopfpeitsche ." Cécile added, "Its a martinet, and that one is for big girls, guarantied to leave welts for at least three days and probably four if applied to your thighs..."
Leslie mentioned, "A Texan school paddle will bruise your ass for over a week..." Madame overheard, "Watch your language young lady, first and last warning !"
Flora and co
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Silent movie

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Saturday, November 23, 2019

Paris roommates part 1

 After my O and A-levels I joined the famous Ecole du Louvre in Paris to study art history, and archaeology. Although my parents have relocated to London we have always remained Scots, and as a true Scottish lass I always had a soft spot for France. I have also spent many summers in France with various exchanged programs, and I am just about bilingual.

The Ecole du Louvre being within the Musée du Louvre means having to find accommodation in central Paris, the priciest neighborhood in one of the priciest cities. Although my parents are well off, and paying for my expenses, I had a hard time finding a suitable place. I was eventually lucky. The ad on the Internet read, "Mature widow with a house too big for her offering rooms and board to young female students..." The address on the rue Saint-Honoré was a stone throw from the museum !

I completed the form, paid a deposit, kissed Mom and Pop and hopped on the Eurostar. Four hours later a taxi dropped me and my backpack plus a huge suitcase in front of a massive double wooden door with a smaller one within the right side panel. I pushed it and discovered a passage opening into a small courtyard with a superb silver like Citroen DS. A middle aged lady appeared from the ground floor apartment, "Bonjour, vous êtes l'étudiante anglaise ?" I smiled, and didn't mention that I am Scottish !

"I am Ginette, the cook and the maid, Madame is waiting for you..." A superb rug covered staircase took me to the first floor and a grand living and dining room overlooking the street. It was elegantly furnished with a mix of classic antiques and 1950-60 furniture.

Madame Lacoste warmly welcomed me, "Pleased to meet you Ma'am, I am Flora McLeod.

I was impressed by this woman in her early 60's, "Welcome young lady, let me show you your room. We took the staircase one floor up, and I discovered four rooms with attached bathrooms and old fashioned bathtubs, as well as a common room with a large screen television. The room I had chosen on the Internet presentation was overlooking the street and was more spacious than I had imagined. It was well decorated and I had a desk with a printer and a good size bed. "Dinner is at 7:30 PM, and we don't wear trousers in this house, please dress accordingly..." She said that with the tone of someone who doesn't repeat herself...

I replaced my jeans with an above the knee kilt in my tartan. She appreciated, "Your clan's tartan ?"
"Yes Ma'am !".

I noticed a number of tennis trophies. She explained that she was an international player, "I have also taught my daughtes and a number of girls who are now top seeded..." She had said "taught" and "top seeded" as if to say they had better do well...

We had dinner and she invited me for a longer visit of the house, and I noticed the big kitchen on the ground floor and a smaller one on the first floor, "For preparing lighter meals, breakfast, mid-afternoon tea..." Madame's bedroom was also on the first floor...

She laid down a few rules, "No boys up in your room... breakfast at 7 AM on weekdays and 8 on weekends... back home by 10 PM on weekdays and 11 on weekends... lights out an hour later. You will be taking turns with your roommates to cook on weekends so has to give Ginette her weekends... you will also be taking turns to help her and me shop at the local market on Saturday mornings... I will prepare breakfasts during the weekdays."

"Washers and dryers are in the basement." She paused before adding, "I view us as a turn of the century boardinghouse for young ladies, with advantages and penalties..." Both my eyebrows danced for that word of "penalties" !

Next day the roomies arrived, They were my age and university students. The first one was Cécile from the south of France. She was followed by Margit from Germany and Leslie from the USA. They were all wearing jeans. Madame was wearing an expensive Chanel skirt and silk blouse. I smiled as she promptly educated them, "In this house young ladies don't dress as truckers, they wear a dress or a skirt, please change..." The tone was quite clear, she didn't have to mention now or the alternative of leaving. Five minutes later they were wearing jeans miniskirts as I was. Madame smiled and conducted the tour.

"Flora do tag along there's more for you to learn..." On a cupboard of the smaller first floor kitchen there was a weekly planner on a magnetic board with our names and duties. I was on market duty with Madame and Ginette on Saturday morning... Madame again chimed, "Ginette will give you name tags to sew onto all your clothing... It will be quite helpful for the weekly laundry team of Friday afternoon... You may also have personal laundry at your leisure..."

Later, as we were back in the huge living and dining room she mentioned, "Margit's parents have asked me to monitor her monthly report cards..." Margit blushed to her ears. Madame added, "Your parents were informed... they may or may not take the offer... but you may want to volunteer... mind you, I am very severe !" That last "detail" had Margit glowing !

Flora and co

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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

A French student on a summer job

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Saturday, November 16, 2019

A Stingy Dare

I was back from the Saturday morning rush at the supermarket. After having parked my big Mini and unloaded my groceries, I stopped by the mailboxes to pick up the mail. Among the advertising junk I had a letter from the Traffic Offenses Division. I was surprised and anxiously waited till being home to open it.

I pulled out a letter and a poorly printed picture. The quality of that picture was good enough to show me at the wheel of my 4x4 Mini. It also showed that I was using a cellphone. The front registration plate was quite clear. I slowly read the letter,
"Miss Jessica Wyatt,
We have evidence that you have violated the speed limit. Exceeding it by more than 10 kmh, 20 kmh, 30 kmh, 40 kmh...
The 20 kmh box was checked.
We have also noticed that you were using a cellphone while driving.
There was a list of penalties and the box for less 3 points for the speeding was checked. The one for less 2 points for the cellphone usage was also ticked.
Two more boxes were checked, 300 £ for speeding and 200 £ for the cellphone.
"If you do not pay within 15 days, these fines will be increased by 10%.
You may reclaim half your lost points with attending the Road Safety School and a payment of 200 £ per point, otherwise your points will be re-credited after 3 years.
If you can't afford the payment of these fines you should visit your local Punishment Officer.

The little wheels between my ears were speeding as I was storing my groceries into the fridge. I remembered that day, I was late and I did push the pedal to the metal. I had to admit it, I was a naughty girl.

I called Marjorie, my best friend, and confessed the whole story. She laughed ! I wasn't too happy, and told her so, "Yoh! Hold your horses! I just happened to have received a similar letter for the same traffic violations...."
"Ah! Oh! And you are going to pay ?"
"I actually can't afford... I would have to ask my father... He will probably say that a spanking would do me a world of good... and you ?"
"I can ask Jamie, but he already paid the insurance of my mini..."
Marjorie again laughed, "I dare you to take a chance with the punishment officer !"
"You realize that it might more than a spanking ?!"
"We might be given community work..."
"I am already working over time..."
"Seems like we don't have much of a choice unless we beg for money... "
"OK, you're on !"

We visited the local Punishment Office. Beside its less than re-assuring name and the smell of fresh paint it looked as any government offices. The receptionist wasn't paid for smiling. We gave the Traffic Offenses Division letters and were given an appointment, and told to sign a form. We read enough to understand that it was about agreeing to accept the decision of the Punishment Officer. We were also given copies and carefully read them at a local pub. 

The Punishment Officer may decide that you should be subjected to corporal punishment. You are to wear a pleated miniskirt for your appointment...
"Oh! We might be spanked as naughty schoolgirls..."
"It might be more than a spanking..."
"So you've already said !"

Two days later, we were early for our appointments. We anxiously waited on a hard wooden bench outside the few offices. A few years ago I had sat on such a bench in front of a door with a gold plate reading Principal. The receptionist had given us a ticket with a number and we kept our eyes on the counters atop the doors of those offices. No one stepped out from them, "There must be another way out..."

Marjorie saw her number and she entered one of the offices. A minutes later my number came up. I almost wet my knickers ! I knocked on the next door and entered. A middle aged man wearing a dark suit was sitting behind a large desk. He didn't smile. In fact he looked quite stern There was no seats for visitors. I stood in front of the desk...

"Good morning Sir,"
"Miss Jessica Wyatt..."
I nodded...
"Speeding over 20 kmh and using a cellphone while driving, less 5 points on your license and a fine of 500 £..."
"I am very sorry Sir..."
"You will attend the Road Safety School..."
I nodded and added, "I can't afford the fine nor to pay for reclaiming my points..."
"I may assign community work..."
"I am already working over time..."
"Lets add up .... 500 £ for the two fines and 3 points to be reclaimed out of 5 for 600 £, the grand total is 1100 £."
"Since it is your first offence you are given a discount ... 900 £..."
I was about to repeat that I can't afford to pay.
"You are going to be corporeally punished..."
I blanched...
"9 strokes of the tawse on your bare bottom and thighs."
For a few seconds I was frozen.

"You can't expect an over the knee spanking for such offences ?!"
"Take your skirt and knickers off.  
 Bend over the desk and grab the other end..."
I felt so exposed and blushed to my ears. I forbid myself to imagine what I was showing. There was a swoosh and my bottom was whacked. "Oh!" It sure wasn't Daddy's belt !
6 across my derriere and 2 for my thighs. I danced when told to stand. I wanted to rub my smarting bum and thighs, but my hands stopped in mid flight when told, "No rubbing !"
I was ordered to put my skirt back on and to sit on the desk. For my ninth stroke the front of my thighs was smacked right under the hemline of my skirt. It flew up with the swoosh of the tawse and revealed my curls. I blushed, and hastily pulled it down.

"You may stand, and pull your knickers back on. No rubbing !"

I very slowly pulled my knickers up over my blazing thighs and derriere. I tried to pull my mini skirt down over the smarting tawse welts, but it was pointless.

"You will be wearing pleated mini skirts revealing the marks of the tawse till next week when we will review your grades from the Road Safety School..."

I stepped out of the Punishment Office and blushed as red as a peony as I realized how my punished thighs were quite visible. I couldn't help it and rubbed and rubbed some more and noticed Marjorie doing the same. I saw her pink knickers and understood that I my rubbing must have also showed my knickers to everyone around...

"We did it !"
"You mean to say that we were tawsed as naughty girls !"
On the way back home with Marjorie I very carefully respected the speed limit. We realized how we had given very little attention to punished girls. One was riding pillion on a motorbike with a hand around the waist of her girlfriend and the other one doing a poor job of keeping her flying mini skirt down. We weren't alone. 

I had a long soak with Epsom salts, and was quite disappointed to see that my bottom and thighs were still crimson.

We had the afternoon off and we visited the local Road Safety School for young ladies. We were lucky, there was two last minute cancellations.
"Good afternoon young lady, please introduce yourself, mention your offence and the punishment received..."
"Miss Jessica Wyatt, I exceeded the speed limit by 20 kmh and was I using my cellphone while driving. I was given 9 strokes of the tawse..." I was still blushing as I sat.
"I haven't told you to sit, and your presentation should have started with 'Yes Sir!' Another mishap and I will spank your bare bottom in front of the whole class, and you will be standing in the corner with your skirt up and your knickers down to expose your very bare and very red derriere !"
With a deep blush I hurriedly stood up to add, "Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir."

The lesson lasted two hours, and it was concluded with a multiple choice questionnaire. I scored a C. One girl scored a D which was considered as an F. She got a resounding bare bottom and thighs spanking in front of the whole classroom. "Phew!"

The next day was Friday and I had to be back at work. Although I wouldn't be the first girl of the office to have visited the Punishment Officer I knew that everyone would be curious. I entered the secretariat with quite a blush. They teasingly applauded when they saw my decorated thighs revealed by the imposed mini skirt and chanted, "Naughty girl ! Naughty girl ! How many and with what ?"
"9 with the tawse..." 
Phew! I was relieved, my colleagues hadn't embarrassed me. I sat at my desk and pulled on my mini skirt. It could actually be called a punishment skirt...

Then it was Saturday and the weekend. I wasn't too happy, a weekend with a mini skirt revealing that I had visited a Punishment Officer ! I also have to attend the gym, Jamie will be waiting. I started with another bath with Epsom salts and a massage with Arnica. It was again quite disappointing.

I was late at the gym and Jamie was fuming, but he mellowed when he saw my reddened thighs. "You should have told me that you couldn't pay the fines !"
"You have already paid for my Mini's insurance... and Marjorie had dared me..."

"Marjorie had dared you ?!"
"Yes, she had the same traffic violations, and couldn't pay, and dared me to visit the Punishment Officer..."
I gave him a quick kiss and whispered, "You don't want to be seen with a naughty girl ?!"
"Hahahaha! I love girls with a red bottom ! Change into your game skirt !"

"Grgrgrgr ! Its so short !"
Jamie who is also the number one coach added, "Rope climbing, hurry up !"
I hated rope climbing with the scratchy rope between my thighs. Not to mention that it will be pulling up my gym knickers. 
A few minutes later Jamie had an eyeful. "You're a beast !"

He slapped my derriere and thighs and added with his booming voice, "Careful young lady, the coach may spank your bare bottom in front of everyone !"
I blushed as red as my bum and hurried up the rope to be out of his reach...

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