If Jenny Young thought that going to Further Education College after her O-levels would stop arguments about clothes, she was sadly mistaken. At sixteen, she considered herself quite the adult, and one September Saturday she had gone down to Carnaby Street to buy one of Mary Quant’s mini-skirts. The following Monday morning, she put it on prior to going to college.
“You’re not going out wearing that!” was her stepmother’s reaction.
“Why not? It’s not like I have to wear school uniform anymore!”
“It’s not decent! If you bend down, people will see your bottom!”
In Jenny’s experience the part of her body people – boys anyway – tended to notice and comment on was her relatively small breasts. Apparently, her thirty-inch breast measurement on her 5 foot 4 inch frame was too small to be attractive according to the more vocal boys. If the skirt made her curvaceous bottom and well-shaped legs more visible, that was all to the good in Jenny’s view.
She poured a cup of tea and buttered a slice of toast. “I won’t bend down, then!”
“Don’t be so lippy and go and change!”
Jenny chewed a mouthful of toast and drank some tea. “No time – I’ll be late for college if I change now.” She took another mouthful.
“You would have time if you weren’t eating so slowly!”
“You’re always telling me not to bolt my food. So I’m not!”
“Cheeky ha’p’orth!”
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Jenny walked to the bus stop in a fine mood. She noticed a few men eyeing her up so she put a bit of a swing to her hips, which elicited a few wolf whistles. She grinned but didn’t acknowledge the whistles.
At college, the boys (and indeed many of the girls) commented on her skirt.
Unfortunately the staff, including her tutor Mrs Powell, also noticed it.
“What is that you are wearing, Miss Young?” she asked as Jenny entered the tutor room.
Jenny rolled her eyes. “A skirt, miss.”
“It’s indecent and in breach of the college dress code. You can’t wear it!”
“If I take it off, I’ll be even more indecent!”
“Don’t be impudent! Wait at the front.”
Jenny did so, wondering what was coming next. She did not have to wonder for long as Mrs Powell placed a chair at the front of the room.
“Bend over this, gripping the seat.”
Jenny did so and as her stepmom could have told her, gave her fellow tutees an excellent view of her thighs and lower bottom - her bare lower bottom, given the skimpy nature of her knickers. She watched as Mrs Powell opened a drawer in her desk and withdrew a foot-long broad wooden ruler and prepared to receive her first-ever dose of corporal punishment.
She felt a lightness and peculiar thrill in her abdomen as the ruler was placed against her bottom it was withdrawn and then …
THWAP!
Jenny felt and heard the impact and felt the burning band across her bottom, which strangely did not feel as unpleasant as she would have expected. Even stranger, she felt a pleasant tingling between her legs.
THWAP!
Jenny became aware of her clit against her knickers.
THWAP!
The pleasant tingling increased along with the burn in her bottom and she felt damp.
Oh god, I’m getting turned on!
THWAP!
Why is it having this effect on me?
THWAP!
I hope she’s not going to give me many more! I don’t want to cum in front of everybody!
THWAP!
“Stand up!”
Breathing hard, Jenny obeyed. Fortunately, the damp hadn’t come through her skirt. Let everybody think that her heavy breathing and flushed face were a reaction to the pain inflicted by the ruler.
“Now go home and change into something decent. You will be recorded as absent from classes you miss!”
“Yes, miss.”
As soon as she was out of the tutor room, the brunette dashed to a toilet, dived into a cubicle, bolted the door, pulled down her knickers and, with a few rubs, brought herself to climax.
Wow! I’m sure that’s not meant to happen! She smiled. And now I know I needn’t hold back for fear of getting spanked!
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Her stepmother was surprised to see her. “What are you doing coming home so early?”
Jenny stamped upstairs to her bedroom. “Been sent home to change.”
Her stepmother followed her into her bedroom. “I’m not surprised! I told you that it was indecent! You should have listened!” She broke off. “What on earth happened to your bottom?”
Jenny examined herself in the mirror; her bottom was still mottled red from the punishment. “Mrs Powell walloped me with a ruler.”
“Did she now! I might have to follow her example and give you a good spanking! Might improve your behaviour!”
Jenny flushed as she stared at her stepmother.
“Finally I’ve shut you up! That’s made you think, hasn’t it?”
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That lunchtime, she was approached rather diffidently by Jim Cole, one of the boys in her tutor group.
“Hello, Jenny. I was wondering if maybe you felt like meeting for a coffee sometime?”
Jim wasn’t really her type, but she was in a rather mellow mood from the fantastic cum that morning and was still enjoying the glow in her bottom, so she said, “Why not? Sure.”
“You would? Great! How about Saturday night at seven? Lyons Corner House on the Strand?”
Jenny had been thinking he meant a quick drink at the local café. Clearly, he was making a bit more of an effort. She smiled. “That would be great! I’ll look forward to it!”
“Super! Me too!”
She told her stepmother that evening that she had been asked out.
She frowned. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to wear that skirt.”
“Well, yes. If I can’t wear it at college, when can I wear it?”
“You don’t want to be giving that boy ideas.”
“Boys have ideas without any help from me. You’d like Jim; he’s polite. Doesn’t grab my breasts and tell me they’re too small, for a start.”
“You don’t want to be encouraging him to grab you anywhere else.”
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Predictably, her stepmother resumed the argument as she prepared to go out. When Jenny refused to change, her stepmother said “I warned you!” then bundled her over her knee and began slapping the backs of her thighs.
“Ow! That hurts!” The burn was far worse than she had received from Mrs Powell’s ruler, and there were no feelings of pleasure.
“That’s the idea!” The spanking only lasted a couple of minutes but was hard and rapid. When Jenny was released, the backs of her thighs were bright red. Her stepmother looked at her in satisfaction. “If you want to show off your smacked legs, then be my guest!”
Jenny considered doing exactly that but reluctantly went back upstairs. She put on her thinnest pair of tights, then went out. She found Jim already waiting for her outside the Corner House.
She gave him a peck on the cheek. “Sorry about the tights, I’ll take them off in the Ladies. I needed to cover up ‘cos my step-mum spanked me for wearing the skirt.”
She did exactly that and examined her legs in the mirror; they were still a mottled red. Judging by the eyes that followed her as she walked back across the restaurant, other customers noticed too.
She gave Jim a twirl as she approached him. “See!”
He licked his lips. “Oh wow!”
Jenny sat down carefully.
“Sore?”
“A bit.”
They ordered coffee and cakes. They were excellent, almost enough to take Jenny’s mind off her sore legs. “Thanks for the invite!”
“Thanks for coming, I wasn’t sure you would.”
“Why’s that?”
“There’s often loads of boys round you. I thought you must have a boyfriend but then I thought if I don’t ask, I’ll never know.”
“Mostly the boys are grabbing me and telling me my breasts are too small. Which you don’t.”
“No. For one thing, I think they’re nice, for another I prefer bums to ti- er breasts.”
“You must have enjoyed the view on Monday, then!”
He grinned. “I did!”
“Shame Mrs Powell’s ruler got in the way.”
He paused. “Er – yes. It was. A shame.”
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They left the Corner House and headed to the Tube station.
“Shall I walk you home?”
“You shall.”
He put his arm round her shoulders but it soon slid down to her hip and rested on her bottom. Jenny didn’t mind; she rather enjoyed the sensations though they did remind her she had forgotten to put her tights back on.
They parted at her front gate where she gave him a considerably more passionate kiss than she had at the beginning of the evening.
The sound of the front door opening brought her stepmother out of the kitchen.
“Where are your tights?”
“In my bag. I decided to show off my smacked legs.”
Her stepmother grabbed her arm, dragged her upstairs and pushed her face down onto the bed. She pulled off one of her slippers and whacked each of Jenny’s thighs half a dozen times.
“Less of your lip, young lady!”
That night, she dreamt that she was back in the Corner House with Jim, but he was telling her she was a very cheeky girl and was going to get the slipper and the ruler to which she replied, “Only if it’s on my bottom.” He led her to the middle of the restaurant, whose customers were now their fellow students, and bent her over a chair.
She woke up tangled in the blankets with her nighty ridden up, baring her bottom.
“Just when it was getting interesting!”
She thought about the dream over the rest of the weekend and realised she really did want to have her bottom spanked again. She wondered how she could achieve that.
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She wondered whether she should tell Jim she liked it and ask him to spank her, but she worried he might dismiss her as a weirdo. She decided that misbehaving, if she wasn’t too obvious about it, might be the best way to get her bottom warmed without anyone realising that was what she wanted.
She was still wondering how best to misbehave during Monday’s tutorial period when her reverie was interrupted by a stick of chalk bouncing off her nose.
“Huh? What?”
Mrs Powell was glaring at her. “Welcome back from wherever your mind was. Would you care to share with us what was more interesting than our discussion? And fetch my chalk back!”
“No!” With that, Jenny picked up the chalk and threw it through an open window.
Mrs Powell placed a chair at the front of the room. “Come here and get into position!”
