Saturday, 18 June 2011

What about bananas?

Geraldine lay face down on her bed in the halls of residence, her pajama bottoms at her knees. Her left hand fingers traced at the still throbbing welts on her bottom, whilst her right hand fingers, worked busily underneath her as she recalled this evenings earlier events. She cringed slightly as she remembered her tormentors parting words.
"Well, Vic, if you are a good girl we won't have to repeat this, but if you are naughty again.....well you will know what to expect next time. Do you think there will be a next time?"
For all Geraldine hated that nickname, for all her bottom felt like it was on fire, for all her tears were still wet upon her face. Geraldine nodded enthusiastically.
We are going to have to go back in time a little now, to see how Geraldine ended up in her current position, lying face down on her bed bringing herself to her third orgasm of the night. The ball was more or less set in motion four years earlier, in nineteen eighty nine Geraldine was a first year sixth form student studying science. She also liked to look upon herself as a self-styled classroom joker, nothing really pleased Geraldine more than to leave a trail of chaos in her wake. The news that they were going to have a guest speaker at the school, and that the speaker was going to be the scientist and best selling author June Redding was just too much of a temptation for Geraldine to decline.
Her aim, upon hearing that the young rising star of theoretical physics was going to be visiting her school, was to throw the lecture into pandemonium. How to do that though? She had three weeks to work out her strategy.
After a great deal of consideration she came up with a scheme, it relied on June Redding being totally immersed in physics and only having a cursory knowledge of the other sciences, or more to the point it relied on her not having an in depth knowledge of fruit cultivation.
Geraldine allowed herself a little smile as she wrote out her notes, the notes that she hoped she would bring down the over achieving scientist with.
The lecture was pretty standard fare to start with, June Redding spoke of the Big Bang, and how we were living in an ever expanding universe consisting of a seemingly infinite number of stars and planets.
Geraldine's hand went up about fifteen minutes into the talk, the speaker seemed annoyed as the question and answer section was supposed to follow the main talk.
June Redding knew though that she couldn't just ignore the waving hand of the dark haired girl in the third row. "Er.. yes I wasn't expecting questions this early on, but that's what I'm here for. So what is your query?"
"I was wondering Miss, do you believe in the theory of evolution?" Geraldine asked, trying to make her query sound as innocent as possible.
June almost burst out laughing at the silliness of this question. "Of course I do, I'm a scientist." She replied patronisingly.
Geraldine nodded thoughtfully, then said. "What about bananas?"
"Wha... what! What are talking about girl?" June asked confused, was she asking if she believed in bananas, or was the poor girl a little bit slow.
"Bananas, well they are a fruit," Geraldine said slowly and deliberately. "they have no seeds though, so serve no real purpose to the tree. Surely that is proof positive of a generous and benign higher being?" Before June could gather her thoughts Geraldine then said. "Then there is the moon as well!"
"Made of green cheese I suppose?" June said sarcastically, causing a ripple of laughter through her audience.
"No of course not that would be silly." Geraldine said, a broad grin crossing her face. "I was referring to the scientific fact, that the moon is receding from the earth at a rate of one and a half inches per year, so to fit in with your evolutional timescale if you backdated this recession, would the moon not be so close as to cause to strong a tidal pattern for life to flourish?"
Before June could collect her thoughts, Geraldine continued. "Then there is the fossils, if I killed a goat and left it on my lawn I wouldn't get a fossil would I, It takes some cataclysmic event to make a fossil doesn't it miss?"
June nodded in her confusion at such strange questioning.
"Like Noah's flood perhaps?" Geraldine asked, her face now sporting a serene half smile.
June then noticed four other hands rise, under each hand was a questioning now doubtful face, Geraldine sat back down, her work now done. June had now totally lost the talk, as she fell under a barrage of biblical related questions.
Geraldine sat back in her seat, pleased with the mayhem she had now created.

In many ways that was Geraldine's finest moment, but it also turned out to very much her swansong. The following term, when the serious work leading up to the exams started, she found herself marginalised, her peers now sighed heavily or at times even shouted her down as she tried to disrupt lessons with her constant bewildering interjections. Not that that bothered her greatly, she was always very much a loner, travelling to the beat of her own drum and anyway next year she would be in University with a whole new audience to regale with her witty observations. Or at least so she thought!
University she found was even more full of cliques than her old school, she never really tried to hard to make friends, fresher week was not her sort of thing at all. So for her first year she spent most of it studying hard and just hanging out around the halls of residence. One thing she did take up with much gusto though was the typical student diet. Cheese toasties, Stella, Pot Noddles, Stella, and of course kebabs washed down with Stella. This unhealthy diet combined with lack of exercise, had an unwelcome effect upon her figure. At only just scraping five foot, and not really being a girl for exercise her weight ballooned. Though she decided that once she left uni. she could soon get rid of the new weight with a proper diet. Once her studies were finished she reasoned with herself, she would go on a health kick. So in the interim she decided to blend in with the surroundings, like nearly every other campus in England then, hers had a large Goth contingent. Though she didn't really care that much for the music, the clothes were ideal. Black baggie t-shirts, and black combat pants covered a multitude of sins. So over a space of only a couple of weeks, Geraldine morphed into a Goth Girl, and all seemed well. All was well for her in many respects, her studies were going well, so well that she decided in her final year that she would stay on and do a doctorate, exam results pending of course.
Then in the February everything went so wrong, not with one large event, but lots of little things that just seemed to gain in size like a snowball rolling down a hill, gaining size and picking up momentum on it's path.
Thursday the tenth of November was the start, a new sitcom was airing featuring Dawn French, French and Saunders were almost compulsory viewing for the female and for that matter most of the male student body.
The TV room in the hall's of residence was well packed for show, as Geraldine watched the show she noticed a few heads turning and quite a lot of giggling, giggling at the whispered comments rather than at the show. Then it clicked with her, the main character's name was Geraldine and dressed as she was in her now familiar black garb all that was missing, was the Vicars dog-collar for her to be the double of the Geraldine on the screen. The same shiny black straight hair, the same dark blue eyes, though Geraldine's nose was stubbier than Dawn's the resemblance had been there all the time, only never noticed till that night. As the credits for the end of the show came up, a female voice shouted over to her. "Nice show, Vic!" The rest of the room joined in the laughter as Geraldine's face reddened, that's the trouble with nicknames you can't pick them, they are allotted to you by others. Of course the name stuck, even to the point that some of her tutors too started calling her Vic.
The next part of Geraldine's sudden slide was self inflicted in a way. Her tutor for theoretical physics left suddenly and to her dismay was replaced by none other than Miss June Redding the semi-celebrity scientist.
It crossed Geraldine's mind that June Redding would remember her and hold a grudge from her visit to Geraldine's old school. However it seemed to Geraldine that Miss Redding either didn't remember her, or didn't recognise her. Neither of these assumptions were right. June Redding had not forgot the humiliation of that day by a long chalk, also she did find Geraldine familiar in some way, but she put it down to all Girl Goths looking pretty much alike. Geraldine could have got through the rest of the term unnoticed by her erstwhile sparring partner, had it not been for The Velvet Underground. One day whilst trolling around High Bridge Street, Geraldine noticed a t-shirt in a shop window that she just had to buy. She wasn't that keen on the Velvet Underground, but the album cover by Andy Warhol featuring a large banana was just to good a joke to let go. Of course it would be a private joke that no one else would get, but it would amuse her and after all that was all that really mattered. Wearing it to one of June Redding's lecture's though was to turn out to be huge mistake. Sitting there at the front of the room, the huge yellow phallic symbol emblazoned across her amble chest caused June Redding to finally recognise and remember Geraldine. The largest mistake, the one that really led to her downfall, was the decision to lose some weight and hopefully her Vicar Of Dibley nickname. Being of a scientific mind, she decided a Hi-Lo carb diet would work best for her but finding exercise an anathema, she decided to supplement her diet on the low carb days. It was this supplementation that was going to lead her straight into Miss June Redding's hands. Lead her there, signed, sealed and delivered. The last lecture of the week for Geraldine was with June Redding, as always for June's lectures Geraldine made sure that she was conspicuous and sitting at the front, she relished the fact that Miss Redding hadn't recognised - or at least so she thought - and she loved tempting fate by being right at the front of the class. Today though was somehow different, all the way through the talk, June kept giving Geraldine knowing looks. These looks were making Geraldine feel decidedly uneasy, deep in her heart she knew that the penny had dropped with Miss June Redding. She also knew that all she had to do was keep her nose clean and there was nothing that Miss June Redding could do, apart from make things slightly awkward her, but still though she didn't like those glances.
June had already decided to have a word with Geraldine, of course she couldn't make too big a deal about it, she merely wanted to mark her card that she did indeed recognise her, and would have her eye on her.
"Geraldine!" June said as she brought the lecture to it's close. "Can you stay back please, I would like a quick word with you?"
After the rest of class filed out, Geraldine rose from her seat and made her way to the front of the class.
"Yes, June, how can I help you?"
This annoyed June even more, she was old school and didn't like the permanent use of christian names by the students. Just before she was about to speak, Geraldine threw her trench coat over her shoulder. Then Geraldine heard it. She heard the sound of her career going down the drain. She heard the sound of metal on wood. Her heart seemed to leap into her mouth and time slowed down, as she watched the gold coloured cigar tube bounce across the floor to land at Miss June Redding's feet.
Noticing the sudden change on Geraldine's face, June quickly scooped up the tube from the floor. "Taking up smoking cigars are we?" She asked, as she undid the top of the tube, half knowing what the contents would be.
Geraldine wanted to answer, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she breathed in she just couldn't seem to get enough oxygen into her lungs. She wanted to tell June Redding that it was only to help her lose weight, she wanted to say that she had only just bought it and hadn't even used any of it yet, but all she could do was gasp for air.
June tapped the tube onto her desk and out fell three money bags, each one taped up, each one containing of white crystalline powder. "If this is what I think it is, I should really be phoning the police now." June said, recognising only to well the amphetamine sulphate in the bags. Looking at Geraldine though she also saw the chance for such sweet revenge. "I'm not going to though, I don't think someones future should be put in jeopardy over a stupid mistake."
Geraldine sighed loudly, finally catching her breath, before she could speak out though June continued.
"A punishment is in order though," June said as she quickly scribbled something down on her notepad. "If you accept my punishment, the matter will be forgotten, though the speed will be confiscated. If you are willing to accept my punishment be at this address tonight at seven prompt. I warn you now though it will be an old fashioned punishment, and you will be sleeping on your belly tonight!"
With that June left the class, leaving a dazed and confused Geraldine standing and staring at the paper in her hand.
Seven o'clock could not come quick enough for June, once she got to her flat she started rummaging through all her cases and drawers till she found what she was looking for. It was a gift from a lecture tour of the USA, an odd curio given to her by a university sorority, tonight though it would be serving it's original purpose.
At five to seven her doorbell rang, there on her doorstep stood a very sad looking Geraldine. "I have decided to take your punishment Miss." She said, now showing June the traditional respect of teacher and pupil.
June showed Geraldine into her living room, a lone straight backed wooden chair already in place in the room's centre. "Geraldine, do you know what a paddle is?" June asked, Geraldine shook her head. Then June handed her the dark wooden implement, so she could feel the weight of what was soon to be crashing across her bottom. "You will receive ten strokes, or as how our American cousins would say pops," She watched with hidden glee as she saw the colour drain from Geraldine's face at the prospect. "as is the tradition I believe in the sorority where this came from, the pops will be on the bare skin."
Geraldine was dumbfounded, she could only manage a slight nod at this final revelation.
"To help acclimatise you to your coming beating, I propose to warm up the area in question with a good hand spanking." June said taking up her position on the chair and pulling Geraldine over by her hand to left of her. "So if you could just drop your pants for me we can begin."
Still in a state of surreal disbelief, Geraldine struggled with the buttons on her black cargo pants, till they finally fell to the floor.
June watched the embarrassment on her face as Geraldine stood there in a pair of large but functional pale blue knickers. June reached out, her fingers went to the waistband of Geraldine's knickers.
"Well this won't be the first time these have been peeled down since you came here eh?"
Her voice cracking into hoarse whisper Geraldine replied. "It is the first time, it's the first time ever Miss."
Shocked by this revelation, June pushed Geraldine firmly on her lower back forcing her across her lap, as she did so Geraldine's t-shirt rose up displaying her over ample naked posterior.
"Oh dear," June said. " I've given myself a task and a half here haven't I, all this bottom to warm!"
Geraldine choked back a tear at June's remark, then June's hand came down for the first time, the sudden impact catching Geraldine by surprise. June soon found a rhythm, briskly drumming out a beat on Geraldine's bottom alternating from one bouncing blancmange cheek to the other. To her surprise, even though it hurt, Geraldine found it was almost a pleasurable pain, as the heat mounted up in her bottom.
Then June decided to start up a conversation with her prostrate student. "So no time for boys then."
"No Miss!" Geraldine Called out through gritted teeth.
"Not even at school?"
"No Miss!" Geraldine gasped out.
"What not even stinky fingers at the Christmas disco?"
"No Miss! Not even a kiss, I'm a good girl!" June's questioning causing her more embarrassment and pain then the spanking now.
"Maybe you prefer girls?" This question was met by total silence. June brought her hand down in a hard flurry across the tops of Geraldine's thighs. "I asked you a question girl! I said maybe you prefer girls?"
"I don't know Miss, maybe!" Geraldine howled out at the surprise of the attack on her legs.
Unseen to her, June smiled at this answer. Things just get better she thought to herself, as she stopped her manual onslaught and helped Geraldine to her feet.
"Right, let's get this over with shall we?" June said rising to her feet. "Bend over, hands on the seat of the chair and we can introduce you to the paddle."
Geraldine obeyed, half dreading what was to come but also wanting it so she could get out of June's house. She quickly got into position her now red bottom sticking out, presenting herself for the final stage of her punishment. The first pop was unbelievable, it seemed to burn into her already hot skin,as the heat started to spread outwards the second arrived making her gasp loudly in pain. Holding her position for what seemed like an age, Geraldine felt the first tear running from her eye. Unbeknown to her, behind her June was fiddling with her long summer dress, lifting it high up he waist so she could quickly remove her own, now damp knickers. Letting the dress fall back down, she also brought the paddle back across Geraldine's bottom, with even more venom than the previous two. Geraldine howled in pain, but somehow managed to hold her place.
"I have an idea," June said. "we can find out now if you prefer girls. Instead of the rest of the paddling, you can please me with your tongue, and if your good I will return the favour. How about that then?"
Silence. No reply at all. Another pop falls onto Geraldine's bottom.
"Aaaaah, Miss I don't know what I have to do!" Geraldine wailed.
"Oh that's easy for a girl to work out," June said. "just do what you would like to have done to you. Like I said if you are good...."
Geraldine turned and dropped down to her knees in front of June, she could feel her bottom throbbing against her calves as she lifted the hem of June's dress. Lifting it high above her hips, Geraldine tentatively kissed June just above her pubic hairline, then her tongue moved lower to the fleshy groove, and yes, she was good!

The End!

Legal Aide!

The year was 1973, Britain was locked in political turmoil, union problems, high inflation, unrest in Northern Ireland and a government only just clinging to power. Not that any of this really bothered me, you see I was at university studying for my law degree, with the almost half promised offer of employment at the firm where my mother was a junior partner.
Simonside and partners, had been a well established law firm since the early nineteen twenties, the current Mr. Simonside was Philip, the grandson of the founder, and I've known him since I was a young teen and I used to pop in to see mum during the school holidays. It got to the point that I was such a regular visitor, that Philip Simonside would find little jobs for me to do around the place, you know, nothing major, just little bits of filing and the like, making brews and doing the Kit-Kat run mid morning, that sort of thing. So it seemed sort of natural with all the time that I spent hanging about in the office, that I grew an affinity with the law, and it became a case of "like mother like daughter". So to both my mother and also to Philip's joy I decided I would like to take it up as my chosen career, my father was not that keen though.

"So, Angie you plan to go and work for that creep and your mum then eh?" He asked me one weekend just before I left school.

"Yes dad, and Philip isn't a creep!" I answered, rather annoyed at the way dad always seemed to blame Philip and mum's work for their divorce.

"Really, so he's not a creep then? We'll see if you still think that once you get to know him better." Dad said shaking his head.

I felt sorry for dad, since the divorce he seemed to have lost interest in everything, and became very bitter towards Philip in particular. He never said it outright - at least not to me anyway - but I believe he suspected that there was something going on between mum and Philip. The very idea of mum seeing anything in the overweight Philip Simonside, was just so ridiculous to me, at least it was at the time. For all that mum and Philip were around the same age, both in their mid forties, mum always looked so much younger and glamorous.

Philip on the other hand, looked everyday of his forty six years, in fact he looked and sounded like an aged Billy Bunter. However I should have heeded dad's words! I even had early warnings that I failed to notice. Once my A level results came through, Philip said we should have a party to celebrate them, so he arranged a Sunday afternoon barbecue at his house in Ponteland. It was an odd party, none of my friends were there and obviously dad wasn't invited. The guests consisted of mum's work colleagues from the office, and her and Philip's business contacts. For me it was a total bore, I would much rather had had a night out with my mates, but mum insisted and she tends to get her way. At one point in the afternoon Philip's phone rang and it was a work call, I can't remember now what it was about, but what ever it was it was very urgent. He came out into the garden and asked if he could chat with mum in his study for a couple of minutes, out of boredom I tagged along with them. t was the first time I had been in his study, and to be honest it was all a bit of a shock. It was set out like a rather plush office, a large oak desk in the centre of the room with a black leather swivel chair behind it, and two smaller leather chairs in front of it.

It was the glass display cases though that really caught my attention. One case held an antique collection of judicial implements that would not have been out of place in a chamber of horrors. Some things I recognised from my history lessons, thumbscrews, a scolds bridle and a couple of bodkins. The other things I could only speculate on their usage, an odd assortment of various types of pliers and strange metal rings. It was the second display case that I found most odd though. In the second case was an old fashioned school cane, like the one that Jimmy Edwards would always be seen brandishing in the comedy series Whack-O. Next to the cane, was what looked like two cheese boards, one with five holes drilled through it, the other had four Greek letters carved into it. Below them lay two shelves containing a selection of leather straps, some with handles, some without. Whatever they were, they certainly weren't antiques so curiosity got the better of me.

"Mr. Simonside, what are all these, they don't seem like antiques?" I asked, butting into their whispered conversation.

Philip looked over towards me, a rather strange smile upon his face, and said. "Firstly, call me Philip, your are an adult now I think the days of Mr. Simonside are now gone. Secondly you are right they aren't antique, though if all the do-gooders get their way they soon will be. That, Angie, is a collection of currently used scholastic instruments of correction, though how long they will remain current for is questionable. Not that a good warmed bottom ever did anyone any harm, eh Miranda?"

I noticed my mum go bright red in the face at this seemingly innocent question. That was my first warning of what could be to come. After that when I was working in the office during my first summer break from uni - paid work at that - a couple of times I made an odd minor slip up, and Philip would always say.

"Make a habit of this and you'll get yourself a smacked bum!"

These days that would be classed as sexual harassment, then it was just comedy banter, or so I thought. Then everything came to a head, against mum's wishes I went out with a couple of my old schoolmates for a Thursday night around the town. Even with mum's warning words of. "Don't forget you have work in the morning!" I went out and got totally hammered, though I think I tried to say to mum "I'm only a little bit squiffy." as I fell out of the taxi. The next morning was awful, I wandered through the day on automatic pilot concentrating on not being sick and clock watching. That was the problem, I was taking more notice of the time than my work. A contract that needed to be sent to Aberdeen in the last post, also needed to be signed first by Greg Murray the other junior partner in the business. I neglected to get Greg to sign it, such was my rush to get out of the office and along to the Post Office, you see if you took the post you got to finish half an hour early hence my keenness. By the time I'd got home all hell had broken loose, my mum was in a rage, the sort I hadn't seen the like of since she was still with dad. No sooner had I opened the front door than I heard her voice.

"Angela, get in here now!"

I knew I was in trouble, it's funny how parents give you your full name when they are annoyed with you. "Hi mum what's up?" I asked as I entered the living room.

"What's up! I've just had Greg on the phone telling me about your behaviour today at work. According to him you were still drunk and reeking of alcohol when you got into the office this morning, is that true?" Mum had been at court all day so had never seen me since last night when I had stumbled off to bed.

"Well I had a little bit of a hangover I suppose." I lied, my head still throbbing.

"Also he said you weren't interested in doing any work, you just moped about. He kept the best to last though, you sent an unsigned engineering contract off to Aberdeen!"

I felt faint at this bit, I could actually feel the blood drain from my face and my heartbeat increase as I struggled for breath to answer mum. I knew I had cocked up big style, and that Greg would milk it for all it was worth.

Mum and Greg were always at loggerheads with each other as they were both constantly vying for Philip's attention. Greg tended to do more business law, whereas mum did more criminal law. Both tried to make their chosen path seem the more important to the practise in Philip's eyes.

"The little scrote is even hinting that you may have done this on purpose, to somehow block the oil contract going through and make him look incompetent. In short he wants you sacked, and any offer of you coming to work with us when you finished uni withdrawn!"

Now the room seemed to be spinning around me as I tried to take it all in, he couldn't be serious could he, it was a simple error no more no less.

"I'm going to have to phone Philip in the morning and try to see if I can somehow save your career. A career you seemed to have ruined before it has even begun, I hope last nights little binge was worth it."

I flumped down onto the settee in tears, waiting for mums consoling arm around my shoulder. It never came, she merely left the room to prepare dinner.

I sulked all evening, then during dinner I noticed that mum seemed to have something on her mind, a couple of times she seemed like she was going to say something then stopped herself. After all the dinner dishes were cleared and washed we went into the living room to watch a bit of telly before bed.

It was while we were sitting watching telly that mum finally spoke her mind.

"I think I may have a solution to your predicament," she said catching all my attention. "I'm pretty sure that Philip will go along with my plan, I warn you though it won't be pleasant." I noticed that mum's face reddened slightly as she said the last few words.

"Great!" I said, the joy and relief must have been obvious in voice, as mum's face darkened and she shook her head.

"Well we see how great you think it is tomorrow, so till then, not another word on the matter." She replied solemnly.

I remember that night I didn't sleep well at all, as I lay in bed thinking about what had happened, my emotions went from one extreme to the other. I was either full of remorse over what I had done, or I was angry at everyone for over reacting to what I considered to be just a simple mistake. On the Saturday morning we both had breakfast, the tension between mum and myself was still there, hardly a word was spoken between us. Then as mum went into the hall to phone Philip, I went into the living room pretending to read a magazine though my ears were cocked to try and catch what was being said. It was a waste of time as I could only hear bits of what mum was saying, and obviously none of what Philip was saying. I heard a few key phrases though not that I could piece together any real sense from them.

"Getting the train and staying in a hotel"

"wedding anniversary"

"I would suggest a strapping"

"a good wake up call"

So all my eavesdropping did was confuse me further. Mum came off the phone and straight into the living room, she looked very pensive for a while then finally spoke. "I have sorted it out with Philip, if you agree to take a strapping from him by way of punishment, it will wipe the slate clean and the matter will be forgotten. If you don't however, he feels that he will have to give in to pressure that he's getting from Greg to dismiss you from your summer job, and also to rescind the job offer for when you leave uni."

I was lost for words, had it really come to this that mum would even make such a suggestion to Philip, I knew it was Greg that was forcing the issue. I was stuck in the crossfire of office politics, but at the end of the day I didn't really have that much choice in the matter. For all that the whole thing may seem outlandish now, the early seventies were really like another world. Six form girls over the age of eighteen were still bounded by rules - that in some schools - their breaking would lead to them receiving corporal punishment. It was not a common practice, but also by the same token it was not unheard of. Only a few years earlier there was a case in the courts, where the headmaster of one school gave two six form girls a bare bottom punishment for necking in the sixth form common room. So as I said earlier, this was a different world to now. Indeed my old school still used corporal punishment, when I was there though the only thing I ever faced was two whacks with the plimsoll across my netball shorts for messing about in the changing rooms.

The strap at our school - or the belt as we called it - was applied to the palm of the hands, though from some of the remarks that I had heard and for that matter received from Philip, I knew it would not be my palms that he would be interested in.

I had no real choice though, so all I said to mum was. "When?"

"After lunch this afternoon, at Philip's house, so you had better get yourself ready." Mum answered matter of factly and then left the room.

That now left me with the practical problem, of what to wear when you knew you were going to be bent over for a belting? I know that may sound a little glib, but I had by then totally resigned myself to my fate. Now Minnie The Minx, or Beryl The Peril, would have just stuffed a school exercise book down their knicks to save their poor bottoms. Sadly though this was not a situation in a children's comic, I toyed with the idea of putting on a few pairs of knickers to layer up, but for some reason I was afraid of being somehow caught out by mum. So I finally opted for wearing a cream blouse, and a thick woolen midi length brown and cream tartan skirt, under that I plumped for dark tights and yes, only the one pair of knickers. I did however pick out the pair that covered the largest amount of bum area. Once dressed I just sat on my bed and waited for mum to shout me downstairs. I remember the waiting oh so well, it was one of those situations when you wanted time drag, paradoxically though I wanted it all done and finished with, as mum said, "the slate wiped clean". Soon enough however I heard mum's voice calling me down.

"Angela, come on it's time to go!" She called, still using my Sunday name.

Mum was waiting at the foot of our stairs as I came down, she looked at my attire, then for some reason gave her head a little shake. The short journey to Philip's was made in complete silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. I remember thinking that we had never had a weekend where so few words had passed between us, that this was so much more than just mum being in a bad temper with me.

When we got to Philip's driveway and pulled in there were two cars parked there.

"Shit!" Mum exclaimed. "What is that little prick doing here?"

It was then that I recognised the other car was Greg's Rover, then I too wondered what the prick was doing here.

It did not take long before our curiosity was answered, mum opened Philip's front door with to my surprise her own key, then I followed her along to his study. In the study were Philip, Greg and his wife Fiona. Butterflies were now hammering in my stomach, and my heart felt like it was about to leave my chest as I saw the three of them and the leather strap already lying on Philip's desk.

"I'm sorry, Miranda, there is a further problem arisen over Angie's little error." Philip said though not looking in the least bit apologetic.

"Little error!" Fiona interrupted. "Tomorrow is our tenth wedding anniversary, and now because of her, I'm going to be on my own when Greg is stuck in some hotel in Aberdeen. All because she was hungover and couldn't do her job properly, and now to add insult to injury you want to let her off with a schoolgirl punishment. As always Miranda and her offspring get away with anything, your special little protege, and now little protege junior walks all over you as well. It's not on!"

Mum glared at Fiona all through her little outburst, but surprisingly held her tongue, then Philip spoke.

"Miranda I'm afraid Fiona and Greg do not agree with our little arrangement. They both believe that six whacks with the strap are not enough for the inconvenience that they are facing through Angie's mistake."

I was in a state of shock, six with the strap! I don't remember what I was actually expecting, but I know it wasn't six. Then mum spoke, direct to Fiona.

"So then, what do you suggest, after all my daughter came over here in good faith willing to take her medicine?"

Fiona smiled, and it was a truly creepy smile little more than a victorious smirk. "Six of the strap from Philip, as agreed without our prior agreement but also six of the cane from me. Anything less and we won't agree to her continuing at the firm."

Mum seemed to be in a fury, she looked at Philip who merely shrugged his shoulders as if to say he had no say in the matter. Mum then turned to me, her silence in it's self a question. Not that I really had that much say in the matter, all that was running through my mind was how much those two feeble taps with the sand shoe had hurt. What was this proposed thrashing going to feel like? I nodded to her, even though my whole body was shaking.

Then Philip spoke again breaking the oppressive silence of the room. "Miranda, would you like to prepare Angie?"

To my horror mum's fingers went to the zipper on the side of my skirt, in an automatic reflex my hands went to stop her, then I heard Philip's voice again.

"I'm sorry my dear, but all punishments in this room are on the bare bottom."

Time seemed to hold still as the full impact of his words hit me - " all punishments in this room" - as if it was regular occurrence. Mum understanding straight away what he meant by - "prepare Angie" - the lack of any surprise upon the faces of Greg and Fiona, dad's words of warning about Philip being a creep. At that moment all became so clear. Before I really knew what was happening my skirt was on the floor and mum had pulled off my court shoes. Next her fingers went to the waistband of my tights, they along with my knickers were soon lowered too, as in my dreamlike state I attempted to cover my pubic hair with my hands, a feeble attempt at regaining some sort of dignity. Then still in a sort of semi trance I stepped clear of the pool of clothing at my feet, wordlessly mum led me to Philips desk and pushing lightly at my upper back bent me across it.

The first stroke brought me back into the room, the initial impact across my bared cheeks shocked me but the burning pain that followed seconds later brought tears to my eyes, and this was only the first one. I gritted my teeth and waited for the next slash of white heat, the way the sunlight spilled into the room it turned the glass display case to the right of Philip's desk into a pseudo mirror. I could see his portly figure, I could see him raise the strap but before I could close my eyes I felt the strap whip across me again, this time lower than the first but just as vicious as it's predecessor, I took it in silence. The next two followed the same pattern, a twenty second or so wait, then a strike a little lower. I took them well, even if I so say myself, no screams of pain, no pleads for pity. Now though, Philip could go no lower as he had covered my still maturing bottom fully, instead of tracing back over old ground however. He now turned his attention to my upper thighs, my resolve broke with the final two burning lashes across the backs of my legs. Each stroke brought forth a call of pain, and I was now weeping openly.

"Alright, Angie you may stand now." Philip said, his voice filled with false concern.

I stood up, and hopped about from foot to foot, my hands vigorously trying to rub out the pain, all concern about hiding my velvet black bush now long gone. All I cared about now was the burning in my bottom, and the fact that I was only half way through, the sight of Fiona standing there, cane already in her hand, acted as a solemn reminder. After a couple of minutes I regained some sort of composure, and managed to stop my erratic jig and Fiona spoke.

"When I was a young girl and correction was needed at school it was always touchy toes! So if you please, Angie."

I turned and bent over, struggling to touch my toes as this movement seemed to stoke up further pain from the belting. I had harboured the hope that Fiona would feel sorry for me and let me off, once I was in position. This vain hope left me as I felt the cane crash across my already raw behind, I leapt up in both pain and shock.

"Back in position girl, we haven't got all day!" Fiona scolded me.

Again as the second stroke lashed into me, I leapt up rubbing at my bottom.

"This is no good at all, the next four you will have to receive in a position that offers more stability," Fiona said her voice sounding almost gleeful. "stand up."

I obeyed, dreading whatever it was that she now had planned for me.

"Lie back upon Philip's desk, and pull your knees back towards your chin, and grip under the back of your knees. Then we can finally get this pantomime finished."

I looked about from face to face hoping for someone to intercede on my behalf, no one did, not even mum. I knew only too well the view that I would be giving everyone in that position, my sexual charms would be on total display as would my bottom hole. A more debasing vista I could not imagine. To come this far, then to baulk so close to it's conclusion would just have been crass stupidity. So I complied. The coolness of the wood upon my bottom offered a little respite as I laid back upon the desk, I hesitated about raising my legs.

"Hurry up girl, don't be shy your mother wasn't." Fiona said, that local lower class phrase usually used by over amorous boys to their reluctant girlfriends, seemed so odd coming from the lips of a mature woman. Now with my eyes misting up in a fog of tears, I pulled back my legs and waited, knowing that Greg and Philip would be seeing more of me than any boyfriend ever had. The wait wasn't long, Fiona seemed to want to cut her husbands viewing time down to a minimum, the four strokes were applied very quickly, though she lost none of her power with the added rapidity. Then through the noise of my own sobs I heard Philip's voice.

"Well done, Angie, it's all over now you can get down and get dressed, all is now forgotten and we start afresh on Monday."

As mum helped me get back into my clothes I noticed Philip shaking hands with Greg and Fiona, all three of them were all smiles now as he showed them out.

Of course all was not forgotten, corporal punishment became the regular resolution for my further mistakes, both during my time in the following summer jobs, and also after I left uni and started work there full time. Such punishments were not however reserved for me alone, most members of staff - mum and Greg included - seemed to fall under Philip's strict regime, all of course totally consensual.

Dad was half right, Philip was a bit of a creep, but he was also good company and very likable, even when he had you over his knee his hand slapping at your bare behind, you couldn't help but like him!

The End!