This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Child (pity there isn't a middle ground)
High Jinks
By
Alex Birch <alexbirch@blueyonder.co.uk>
The war was over, daddy was home, and high on adrenalin, Belinda and Julie Devonshire tumbled, giggling, onto the train taking them from Bristol to their school in Cheltenham. The girls had been allowed to overstay their holidays by a week to see their father and now the two excited young teenagers found an empty compartment and sprawled on to the bench seats, Belinda immediately producing a bottle of red wine from her bag to the amusement of her younger sister, both girls taking a giant swig of the forbidden.
Their privacy was short lived as a well dressed man in his fifties opened the door , glanced briefly at the two teens and sat down opposite, taking out a copy of 'The Times' behind which he closeted himself.
For a while the girls were sulking at the invasion, then Belinda whispered to her sister 'See if we can give him a hard on!' and began to stretch back in her seat, short skirt rising up her thighs as her knickers came into view, Julie giggling inanely at the nerve of her sibling and with the effects of the wine. Belinda, feigning tiredness, spread her legs and stretched out, her knickers tight so that every inch of her private parts was clearly outlined.
The man looked up from his paper, his face reddened and he buried himself in the news again promptly as the two girls snorted with laughter.
'Go and take your bra off in the loo!' Belinda whispered and Julie gasped but did as she was told, returning shortly with very prominent young nipples showing through her light blouse. She was blushing fiercely as she sat down, especially when Belinda leaned over and undid the top two buttons of her sister's blouse, their victim still seemingly oblivious behind his newspaper. Belinda was miffed that the show was unnoticed and whispered in her sisters ear. Julie blushed but grinned and said loudly 'Excuse me do you have the time?
As the man glanced up so Julie stretched her arms out attempting to highlight her burgeoning young breasts but unfortunately the remaining blouse buttons flew open revealing her charms in their entirety as the man snorted his disgust and disappeared behind his newspaper once more. Belinda was in hysterics as her mortified sister hurriedly covered up , the view of Gloucester Cathedral through the train window evidence that Cheltenham was the next stop.
As the train pulled into Cheltenham, the man put down his newspaper for the first time. 'Allow me' he said, recognising Belinda's school hat in the shoulder bag as he lifted it down.
'Ah, the sisters Devonshire returning late I believe' he said with a grim smile as the girls sat in shock ' We haven't been introduced. I am Dr Foxwell the new head. Thank you for the ..ahem..anatomy lesson, as yet incomplete I'm afraid! That will be remedied as 9am on Monday in my study when my senior cane has an appointment with your bare bottoms!'
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
Cute story, with a nice twist at the end, so to speak. I really enjoyed your prose style. Thank you for sending this along.
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Woops!
Nice catch, Professor. It's so very gratifying in 'naughty girl gonna get it' stories when the girls really _are_ very naughty (as judged by the mores within the setting) and they _know_ they are being very naughty and are taking a risk and they Get Caught. It makes what comes next all the more pleasurable.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
...and let the outcome of this story be a lesson to all the girls who tease men on trains. Hopefully though, the man enjoyed the anatomy lesson at least a little bit.
Owen Williamson <ashthorn(at)maildulf(dot)com>
A fun read. I guessed the ending before I reached it, I'm afraid, but I still found myself smiling when I got there. Pity there wasn't space for the second half of the "lesson".