British Spanking

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Kathy, Bella, and Bruce.

This is a collection of four spanking stories with a British theme. The main story is the length of a novella, and the book also includes three other short spanking stories.

Chapter 1: The Uniform

Deep in the Wiltshire countryside there lay a small village. It was much like every other quaint village in the county, unassuming, with a wealth of charm. It was the type of place that had one pub in the center of the village, as well as pretty much one of everything. A post office, a butcher’s, a newsagent. Like any village in Wiltshire, it seemed to have developed its own evolutionary history, tailored for the specific needs of the villagers themselves and, to some degree, for the people of neighboring villages.

Whatever the village lacked, it could almost certainly be found in the nearby town of Swindon. Truth be known, though, none of the villagers ever enjoyed visiting Swindon, the town of ruffians that had grown considerably during the early 1950s, when the town had been designated as a London overspill town.

If one of the villagers ever had the misfortune of having to make that trek, they always did so with their car doors firmly locked. Whether they entered into the town from the north or, like much of the southern parts of Wiltshire, entered from the south, these villagers would invariably have to pass through one of the dreaded ‘P’s to get into the town centre.’ These were council estates that all started with the letter P: Penhill and Pinehurst in the north and Park South and Park North in the south of the town.

Once these scared villagers had navigated their way through their imagined war zones of the P’s, they would soon descend upon the awful roundabout that would lead them into the town centre. It was a ghastly aberration of technical engineering that was known as ‘The Magic Roundabout,’ but there was nothing at all magic about it for an outsider. To the locals it was as simple as turning a page in the daily newspaper, but to the villagers who visited Swindon it resembled the ‘Tower of Hanoi’ puzzle.

There were some things that could be found in Swindon, though, things that you would never find in the small villages throughout the county. Kathy, a 34-year-old housewife, had one such item, which could only be found in the town. She had been shopping with her husband one day when she spotted the item in an outdoor market, but she wouldn’t dare purchase it for fear of embarrassment. Thankfully, her husband had no such reservations. He spoke to the market seller in a confident tone about some imaginary themed party that he and his wife were attending, and the market seller spoke back to him just like any businessman would, telling the customer what he would likely want to hear in order to make a sale. All the while, Kathy stood in the background with her face illuminated by the radiant blush on her cheeks. Later that same day she blushed again, only this time she was wondering if the market seller actually knew why people would buy the items that he was selling, or, more to the point, that particular item that he sold to Kathy’s husband.

What was this item that Kathy and Bruce had purchased?

It was a St. Trinian’s outfit, reminiscent of the original outfit from the 1950s films. On the day that Bruce had bought it for his wife, he had told the market seller that they were attending a fancy dress party, and the outfit would be a perfect costume for such an event. What Bruce had neglected to tell the market seller was that the fancy dress party only took place in one location, and that location was in the confines of their own home.

The blue pinafore dress, which was elasticated around the waist, was complemented by other items that they had picked up during their trails. A straw boater, flat shoes, and a crisp white blouse. The added benefit of the elasticated waist of the pinafore was that the dress could be converted as they so desired. It could be worn in the traditional way, reaching down to her knees, or, on more adventurous evenings, it could be worn higher by altering where the elastic part rested on her frame. It was their little secret that brought a new spark into their lives.

There was this one day, though, where a mistake would happen, and it was a mistake that had unexpected benefits.

On the day in question, Kathy was due to entertain a guest. She was a much younger woman from the village, perhaps about 24, and they had met her at a church event. The younger woman’s name was Bella, and she had graciously accepted Kathy’s invitation to pay her a visit for some afternoon tea and sandwiches.

Soon after she had arrived, Bella had spotted the unusual-looking outfit on the clothes horse, and she had cast a quizzical eye upon it, though she didn’t mention to Kathy what had caught her attention. There had been no intention on Kathy’s part to leave the costume out on display, for she had been used to wearing it so often that it became a part of her fabric. It was absentmindedness that caused her to hang the outfit up on the clothes horse, and she had simply forgotten that it was there.

As had been planned, the two women sat at the dining room table drinking their afternoon tea and nibbling on finger sandwiches, but the outfit was burning a curious hole in the mind of the younger woman. It wasn’t something that would ordinarily be seen in the home of a woman in her 30s who had no children. Perhaps half an hour had passed before the curiosity became too much for Bella.

Using her hand to point in the direction of the item, she asked a question of Kathy, with a wry grin on her face. “Are you going to a fancy dress party or something?”

Kathy’s eyes traced where Bella’s finger was pointing, and she blushed furiously. She didn’t have the same wherewithal as her husband to make up a story on the fly, so instead, she decided to downplay the purpose of the St. Trinian’s outfit.

“That silly thing?” She replied, “That’s just something that Bruce picked up for us to have a little roleplay with. I forgot it was even there.”

It is true, Kathy had indeed forgotten that the outfit was there, because if she had remembered, it would have been hanging up in her closet, safely hidden away from any prying eyes. In this instance, those prying eyes belonged to a mischievous 24-year-old, who sported a naughty glint in those very eyes of hers.

“Interesting,” Bella sassed. “I wonder what type of roleplay you guys get up to with an outfit like that.”

The heat in Kathy’s face had soared, in no small part due to her new friend going out of her way to make her feel embarrassed. Still, she tried to save face the best way she could.

“You know what couples are like, always looking for ways to keep their marriages and relationships fresh.”

Bella wasn’t dropping it there, though; this was a most unexpected surprise and something that she certainly didn’t expect from a couple whom she had initially thought were rather stiff and prim and proper. Her devilish smile betrayed her sincerity as she pressed forward.

“Go on then,” Bella continued, “give me all of the dirty little details regarding what you guys get up to with that outfit.”

Kathy was indeed rather prim and proper in the conventional sense of the word, and she found this latest sassy comment to be a rather intrusive one. The comment caused her to become rather uppity and defensive, so she decided to turn the embarrassment onto Bella.

“If you must know, every now and then I put that outfit on to spice up our evenings. It is the perfect outfit for when a naughty girl needs a spanking.”

Kathy had intended to turn Bella’s cheeks as red as her own were with her statement, but it didn’t work. Instead, it just seemed to encourage the sassy minx further with her inquisitive little mind. With her eyes as wide as saucers, Bella responded in amazement.

“You mean he spanks you? No way! I would never have imagined that. Are you being serious?”

The younger woman was making Kathy feel very haughty indeed.

“You would be surprised by what people get up to in their own homes, but we wouldn’t even be having this discussion if I had remembered to put the outfit away before you came.”

Bella didn’t want Kathy to feel genuinely embarrassed regarding her predicament; she had only intended to playfully embarrass her. She put her hands up reassuringly and replied. “I’m not one to judge; your comment just took me by surprise, that is all.” However, now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, it would make for quite the afternoon conversation.

Inquisitively, Bella asked, “So how does it all work? What games do you play?”

Kathy smiled, “It’s quite simple, really. We come up with a reason as to why I need to be punished, and believe me, he’s never short of actual reasons in our day-to-day lives, then I don the full outfit, and we enact the scenario. That’s all there is to it.”

“Full outfit, you mean there’s more than just the dress?”

“Of course. If we’re going to have fun, then we might as well go the whole way, you know what I mean? I’ve got a blouse, a straw boater, knee-length socks, and I even have a satchel now.”

This revelation was quite exciting to hear for Bella; it was most surprising. Out of the blue she asked another question. “Does that mean that you also own those ghastly school knickers that we used to have to wear? You know, the bottle green ones or the navy blue type.”

Kathy laughed, “We did consider it, but no, I don’t have any of those. Besides, it’s a lot more fun when I am wearing silky undies; it drives him mad, it does.”

Bella was trying to wrap her head around what she was hearing, yet she pressed on. “So, does he actually spank you, or is it more like a game?”

With a wink, Kathy replied, “It depends on how naughty I have been. More often than not I have trouble sitting down after we have had a fun session, though once we are done we are often thinking of doing other things that don’t require sitting.”

So much for the two of them being stuck-up, Bella thought to herself as she blushed at Kathy’s insinuation as to what their post-spanking activities entailed. She was almost left speechless by Kathy’s openness about the subject.

This time it was Kathy who became inquisitive as she asked Bella, “Have you ever been spanked by one of your boyfriends?”

Now it was the younger woman who was blushing furiously. “No, never. I mean, it just never came up, you know?”

With a nod of the head, Kathy did indeed understand. Especially considering that Bella hadn’t downplayed the potential. With a grin from ear-to-ear, Kathy continued.

“Would you like to try it?” She asked.

Where on earth had that come from? Poor Bella couldn’t believe her ears. “What do you mean, try it?” she inquired.

“Bruce won’t be home for a couple of hours yet, so if you want to give it a go, then you can put my outfit on and we can have a little fun.”

It would be a lie if Bella said that she didn’t find the proposition enticing, but she would be far too embarrassed to actually take part in something like that. Despite those feelings, she was still staring at the dress intently, imagining what it would feel like. She softly declined, however, stating how embarrassed she would be about the whole idea.

Kathy was, of course, understanding. It was one thing to talk about the topic, but it was another thing entirely to actually take part in something like that, so instead, she offered a different proposition.

“How about this,” she began, “Why don’t I lay the outfit out for you in my bedroom, and then you can put it on? I’m not talking about any spanking fun; I’m just talking about trying the outfit on to see how it makes you feel afterward.”

Kathy’s statement made Bella think long and hard regarding what she just said. It would certainly be fun to try the outfit on, but she wasn’t sure that she would be emotionally ready to take it up a notch further, so she replied to Kathy with that in mind.

“I mean, I would be interested in trying it on, just to see how it makes me feel emotionally, but I don’t think I would want to go any further than that, not yet, anyway.”

“Of course not.” Kathy added supportively, “But you never know until you actually try something.”

Kathy stood up and took the pinafore off of the clothes rack and then indicated for Bella to follow her upstairs. Once they arrived in Kathy’s bedroom, she went to her closet to retrieve the remainder of the items. Bella blushed as the full ensemble was laid out on the bed, ready for her to try on. She surveyed all of the items and then asked a rather silly question.

“I don’t have to go knickerless, do I?”

Kathy roared with laughter. “Of course not! I’m assuming that you are wearing knickers, aren’t you? Keep those ones on. Like I told you, it drives Bruce crazy when I’m dressed like this and I am wearing a totally inappropriate pair of silky underwear under the outfit. It’s like pure innocence meeting a naughty girl underneath her formal uniform. He’s such a big fan of silk, satin, or nylon knickers under the St. Trinian’s outfit, just so that you know, it has a big effect on him. If you are like me, then I’m sure you also have plenty of pairs to drive a man wild with. I’ll leave you to it. You can either try it on and then take it off once you have seen yourself in the mirror, or you can try it on and then come downstairs to let me see you wearing it. That is totally up to you.”

With that, Kathy smiled and left the room, allowing Bella to decide for herself what she wanted to do. She was definitely going to try it on, but there was something that Kathy just said that was making her head spin. Was she just implying that Bruce would probably enjoy being in a scenario like that with Bella herself? She was thinking that it was foolish and that she had misinterpreted what Kathy had said, but it was that one line that she said that was playing over and over in her mind… “He’s such a big fan of silk, satin, or nylon panties underneath the St. Trinian’s outfit, just so that you know…”

Whether it had been intentional or not, it was there, the thought that was now ingrained in Bella’s mind, and it was likely to be a thought that would be replayed repetitively in her head during the coming days. The seed had already been sown.

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