Julie and Debra: a Bedtime Spanking. - Sex Stories

Julie and Debra: a Bedtime Spanking.

... qualifications you need my dear! If you were a member of this House they’d lay out the red carpet on your enrolment day even if you couldn’t spell your own name!” “Blimey! I…I don’t know ma-am! I’d ‘ave ter think about it.” “Well do so Julie. If you were to join my household as one of my own personal young ladies then you’d need to be fully educated. Would you think about it Julie? Carefully?” Julie’s mind was reeling. The charade like game she had been playing was catching up on her but there was just a glimpse of a dazzling future, a mirage like vision tantalisingly quivering on the horizon. For long seconds she dared to think of realms she had always known were closed to her. Her stinging bottom was forgotten now as she regarded a fantasy creation of some dream like other world, Julie Hawthorne BA, MA, Doctor Julie Hawthorne! It was absurd but it was delicious to dream for just a little while before the reality of the world came crashing back in. “I…. I’ll think about it ma-am.” “Good girl!” There was a knock on the door “Ah! That’ll be Mrs Darcy with your supper. Don’t take any notice of her Julie. Her bark’s worse than her bite. Now slip back into your pyjamas and the two of you get off to bed. We’ll have an early start in the morning and a lovely day in town.” Julie dressed hastily and the two girls kissed Eleanor excitedly, their punishment forgotten and dashed up the big staircase, carrying the tray with their supper on, to their room, their heads full of dizzying ...

... new ideas. Once in Debra’s bedroom Debra turned to Julie and cried “Oh Julie! I’m so sorry I got you into trouble!” “Ah think we got each other inter trouble Debbie love. By ‘ell your Missus ‘as got an ‘eavy ‘and!” “Julie I’m sorry! She doesn’t spank us often really. Please don’t be mad about it.” “I’m not mad jus’ sore Debbie. Tell yer what though! I’m keepin’ out o’ t’ White Monk in future! I’d ‘ate ter ‘ave ‘er tek t’ bl**dy birch ter me backside! Ah feel red raw as it is!” Debra hugged Julie fearfully “Julie please don’t let a spanking stop you from becoming my s****r! Honestly she doesn’t punish us very often. She’s really nice to us most of the time. I want you as my s****r! Really I do! You heard what she said. If she buys you we can go to uni together! Think what fun that’ll be!” “Ang about Debbie! I don’t know as if I can go to flippin’ university! Ah’m as thick as a plank love!” “You’re not! You’re not Julie! Don’t say that! You’re really clever! Oh please become my s****r Julie! Please!” “Well we’ll see love. Nowt’s sorted until yer Missus talks ter me mam an’ dad on Sunday.” Julie felt dreadful. Debra was basing her future happiness on a foundation of false premises and Julie didn’t know how to disillusion her gently. What would she say when she found out that Julie wasn’t really one of the girls that were suitable as a s****r slave to her in a grand house. She felt a great fondness for the lovely shy Debra and it broke her heart to think how devastated she would be ...