“I am naughty. I will be spanked”
Line twenty three.
“How many lines have you done, Julie?”
“Twenty three Rosy, and you?”
“Me too. Seventeen more and we are ok”
She giggled while she wrote. I could see only her curly black hair, but I could hear her characteristic giggle, like a squirrel.
“We are forty five years old and… look! Writing lines like schoolgirls.”
“Come on Julie, please. Finish your work. Hubby is coming.”
She did, looking at the paper on the desk. Strangely enough, I had not seen her face for twenty minutes. When we were locked into the lumber room, she concentrated immediately on the lines hubby had ordered us to do as a punishment for misbehaviour.
The lumber room! It is half a mile from our country house and we call it “the room” even if it is actually a little lodge surrounded by high trees. Oaks, pines, beeches. I love it because I used to hide there as a girl when I was sad, smelling the wildness all around and talking to invisible squirrels.
Hubby doesn’t know that. It is my little secret. One of many secrets I have.
For him, it’s only the punishment room. So isolated that no one can hear my loud cries when I am spanked or caned. So when he drove Julie and me there, one hour earlier in order to punish us, he didn’t know the whole truth.
He was driving me to the punishment room, but also to my time machine.
“Did you finish your lines, ladies?”
I woke up suddenly. I was fantasizing about Julie and me being spanked together for the first time.
She was still writing.
“Don’t punish Julie, Mark “ I said “It was my fault.”
“I saw you BOTH in the shower!”
“ I asked her to help me. That’s all. We did it lots of times at school.”
“And she was helping you indeed. You were both naked in the shower, and that’s against the rules!”
Silence.
“You deserve a good spanking! Both of you!”
“Oh, please...”
“Shut up, Rosy! Go to the corner now, hands on head. I’ll begin with Julie.”
That kind of voice was not new to me. Better not to argue. So I did as I was told.
“Face the wall!”
I was hoping to see her spanked. I had just been fantasizing about that.
“Mark, can I….”
“FACE THE WALL, ROSY!”
So I could only hear what was happening. The heavy chair moved to the centre of the room and Mark sitting down. I knew the scene very well, so it was easy to picture it in my mind.
I tried to peep anyway. Julie (I saw her back) was in front of Mark, raising the kilt she was wearing. One of mine… She was lowering her panties, showing me her nice bum…
“FACE THE WALL, ROSY!”
“Yes Mark, yes.”
“That will cost you a harder spanking!”
I obeyed.
So I didn’t see Julie’s spanking, only heard it. Mark was very strict: there were a lot of slaps, heavier and heavier, as I could tell by the increasing sound of the impacts, and Julie was sobbing, and then crying more and more loudly.
“ROSY! ROSY!”
While she was spanked, she cried, calling me.
Don’t know why, but I don’t remember anything about my own spanking that day. There is a big hole in my memory, because I see myself bare bottomed, AFTER the spanking, crying and facing the wall again. No one was near me, the room was silent.
“Julie?”
“Oh Rosy, I’m here! Me too in the corner. But please, don’t look at me. So ashamed, bare bottom.”
“Did it hurt, Julie?”
“Yes, a lot, Rosy.”
She was still sobbing and I could imagine the tears rolling down her lovely face.
“Oh Julie. Can I help you?”
“No, no, Rosy. I don’t want you to see me!”
“Come on, dear. We were roommates and I saw you at college after spankings, remember?”
“No, please Rosy, not now.”
“I creamed your red bottom lots of times!”
“Oh please, Rosy, please.”
I was aroused. I wanted to go to Julie’s corner and hug her, kiss her tears, take her over my knees as we did at school and caress her red bare cheeks.
But I stayed in my corner. I didn’t want to hurt my friend Julie.
Ten minutes later, the room was silent again. Julie had stopped sobbing and I was a little afraid, feeling suddenly alone. The light from the window had turned red. Sunset.
“Julie?”
“Julie?”
“Julie? Are you there?”
There was no Julie.
But for the first time in my lonely life, a squirrel was in 'the room'.