Jenny giggled as she pictured Hazel crawling through the window, her bottom sticking out as she tried to wriggle through, and Charles’ hand slamming down hard on each of her buttocks as he told her to get outside. She laughed more as she remembered him continuing to spank Hazel as she struggled desperately to free herself from the window.
Hazel had eventually wriggled out and had stood scowling at Charles, her hands massaging her bottom as the builders looked on and laughed. Jenny had found it all very amusing until Charles had taken hold of her by the arm and dragged her towards the house, smacking her bottom as they walked. Her smile had quickly disappeared. Jenny recalled how he’d taken them inside and spanked them in turn with a hairbrush, very hard, on bottom and thighs. Neither of them had been smiling after that.
Jenny looked at Hazel with concern. “I think we made him really cross last night, he hasn’t smacked us that hard in a long time. I can understand him not wanting us in the cottage while it was being built as it was dangerous, but now it’s finished I don’t see why we can’t have a look. I’m sure Harry wouldn’t mind if we saw his new home before he did.”
Hazel shook her head. “No, I don’t think Harry would mind, though I wonder why after all these years he’s decided to come and live here. He was Charles’ gardener when I first came here and he’d been here for years then. I wonder why Charles has suddenly decided to build a home for him. Do you think Harry might let us go in the cottage sometimes, maybe use it when he’s working?”
Jenny grinned. “It would be good to have a bit of privacy. Yes I think he might allow us to have some time together in there, though I’m sure if he caught us up to no good he’d spank us again.”
Hazel nodded. “Yes, I’m sure he would. I can’t believe you’re actually considering sneaking in and letting him catch us though. I just thought a bit of time on our own would be nice, with his permission. I certainly wasn’t considering having sex on his table and being caught in the act yet again. I remember too vividly the spanking I got when Charles caught us.”
Jenny laughed. “Yes, don’t remind me, but I don’t see why Harry wouldn’t let us use his cottage. He’s always been good to us – apart from when he spanked us, of course.”
Jenny scowled as she remembered sunbathing with Hazel in the garden and the subsequent spanking they’d received from Harry. Hazel squirmed beside Jenny on the bed, leading her to believe that she too was remembering that spanking vividly.
Jenny giggled. “I guess we went a bit too far when we decided to do a bit of topless sunbathing. I’m surprised the old bugger didn’t have a heart attack.”
Hazel grinned. “Yes. I seem to remember he got cross with us for lying on his plants and then you had the bright idea that we should remove our bikini tops and lay on our backs when he returned from his shed. I can still remember the look on his face when he saw our bare boobs. I thought he was going to keel over.”
They both giggled as they remembered the day well. Jenny recalled the incidents of that day as she gently massaged Hazel’s bottom. “Yes, it seemed fun at the time, but I never in a million years imagined Harry would spank us. I still can’t quite believe Charles allowed it to happen, especially not outside in the garden where anyone could have heard. I can almost hear Charles’ voice now, demanding to know what was going on as I was perched across Harry’s lap, my bikini pants wedged between my cheeks as Harry spanked me. I thought Charles could spank hard, but Harry was something else. I’m glad he’s never had cause to turn us across his knee again.”
Hazel grinned as she nodded in agreement. “Yes, I’ve never seen you make such a fuss during a spanking. Your bottom was bright red almost immediately and I was mesmerised as I watched you kick and squirm. Normally you’re so brave. I wish I could take my spankings as calmly as you do.”
Jenny smiled as she remembered Hazel’s howls of pain on that bright summer’s day. “Yes, but I didn’t get a chance to see your reaction to Harry’s spanking, though I could certainly hear you. So could the whole neighbourhood I should imagine.”
Hazel blushed as Jenny continued. “He let me up, took you across his knee and the last thing I saw was him tugging your panties up into the crack of your bum before I was pulled over Charles’ knee. He bared my bum and I was spanked again. At least you only got the one spanking.”
“Yes, but after you’d been sent to your room Charles suggested Harry take my panties down and spank me on the bare bottom. I’d rather have taken a spanking from Charles than that. It was so humiliating. I kicked so much that my panties flew off and I had to stand up naked to go and get them once he’d finished. I was so embarrassed.”
Jenny giggled as she listened wide-eyed to Hazel’s description of her spanking. She could almost picture it and wished she’d been there. She loved to see Hazel spanked, her red bottom really turned her on and she loved to kiss and caress it afterwards. Their lovemaking was really hot after she’d seen Hazel spanked, though Jenny guessed that Hazel also enjoyed seeing her spanked too.
“Do you remember when Charles let us go shopping in town and we got drunk?” asked Jenny.
Hazel rolled her eyes. “Yes Jenny. I seem to recall that was another of your bright ideas. You swore we wouldn’t get caught, that we could get some mints to hide the smell of alcohol on our breath and if we pretended we were tired and went for a lie down Charles would never know we’d been drinking.”
Jenny grinned. “Yes, it seemed a good plan, but how was I to know Judge Walker would come into the pub? I couldn’t believe it when I saw him, although I thought we were very clever trying to hide under the table. Shame he’d already seen us.”
Hazel sighed. “Yes, and I’m blushing now remembering his loud threats to bare our bottoms and spank us in front of everyone if we didn’t leave immediately. My face was burning as we walked through that bar, everyone knowing we were going home to be spanked.”
“Yes, and can you remember how cheeky you were to him in the back of the taxi and how he took you across his knee and spanked you?”
Hazel scowled. “Yes, I don’t like those big Hackney cabs. There’s way too much room in the back for mean old men like Judge Walker to spank poor defenceless young ladies.”
Jenny laughed loudly. “I bet that taxi driver couldn’t believe his luck. He slowed right down and was watching in his mirror. I bet you’re glad Judge Walker didn’t bare your bottom.”
Hazel shook her head. “It was embarrassing enough without him doing that, but I can’t believe Charles held me responsible for leading you astray! Even though my bum was on fire he spanked me as soon as we got home. He must have been able to see that Judge Walker had already spanked me hard, but that didn’t stop him. I was so drunk I thought I might even be sick.”
Jenny giggled and hugged Hazel. “I love you so much. Thank you for this past year. It’s been wonderful, despite all the spankings.”
Hazel kissed her softly. “Thank you Jenny. I’m sorry we got off to a bad start, but I couldn’t be happier now. I love you too, though it would be nice if you didn’t get us into trouble quite so often.”
A loud knock interrupted their reminiscing and the door swung open. Jenny and Hazel were shocked to see Charles carrying in a tray. “Here’s breakfast in bed for my two favourite girls. Don’t forget Judge Walker’s visiting later this morning.”
Jenny smiled brightly. “Thank you Sir, but shouldn’t we be bringing you breakfast in bed?”
Charles handed the tray to them and sat down on the edge of the bed. “It’s about time I spoiled you. I’m sorry I had to spank you both so hard last night, but you had been warned several times to keep out of the cottage. I hate to think how many times you’ve been spanked for trying to go in there. I would have thought the spanking the foreman gave you both last week was enough to keep you out of there for good.”
Jenny frowned. “That was mean Sir. You shouldn’t have given him permission to spank us, especially not in front of all the other workmen. They were all laughing at
us.”
Charles raised his eyebrows. “You both know the rules in this house. You deserved those spankings, as I’m sure you both know.”
Jenny nodded solemnly as she recalled her embarrassment as the foreman had gripped her wrist tightly and asked Charles if a spanking might keep them both out of his way. She couldn’t believe it when Charles told him to feel free to spank them. Jenny had fought him hard and was infuriated when one of the builders held her wrists as the foreman unbuttoned and lowered her jeans, tugging her panties down before pulling her across his knees and immediately starting to spank her bottom hard. It was so cold outside and the spanking stung immensely.
Jenny looked up at Charles and smiled. She knew the spanking had been her own fault, but she sometimes found it so hard to be obedient, until of course it was too late.
“Come on you two. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
Hazel and Jenny smiled as they tucked into the bacon sandwiches and coffee Charles had made for them. As Jenny ate she thought back over the previous year and was amazed how much she’d achieved. She couldn’t think of a time in her life when she’d been happier.
The morning passed quickly as Jenny helped Hazel in the kitchen while waiting for Judge Walker to arrive. She recalled the last time he’d been to visit a few months ago when she was still tutored by Mr Bainbridge. A few weeks later she’d started at college and no longer saw Mr Bainbridge, though she was pleased that Hazel still had twice weekly lessons with him.
Jenny smiled as she thought about the endless teasing she gave Hazel when she’d been spanked by Mr Bainbridge. One of the advantages of going to college was that Jenny was no longer spanked by her tutors. Unusually she’d found that she no longer felt the need to misbehave in class anyway as she genuinely wanted to work hard and do well. She was thrilled at how well she was doing and how much she was achieving.
Jenny recalled a chat she’d had with Charles when he’d asked her what she wanted to do for a living. She smiled as she remembered telling him that she’d always wanted to be a dancer, though sadly she had two left feet. She’d told him another childhood dream was to be a singer, but sadly she couldn’t sing. Charles had laughed along with her as she thought about what else she’d like to do. She told him she’d love to be a nurse, though that idea was quickly scrapped when she admitted she couldn’t stand blood or needles. But when she said she’d love to work in fashion, maybe making and designing clothes, Charles said he’d see what he could arrange.
She remembered when Charles told her he’d got her a place on a dressmaking and design course if she wanted it. She’d been thrilled and had jumped at the opportunity. Her course was going well and she found she was a natural. In the past she believed she was totally useless so was amazed to find there was something she could do well. She’d gained so much confidence.
A knock at the door snapped Jenny out of her daydream and she hurried to let Judge Walker in. They went to Charles’ office and chatted about her college course and how things were going in general. Charles left them alone and when he returned Jenny said she had something to tell him.
“Sir, please will you sit down. I have something important to say.”
Charles sat beside her and took her hand. “Is everything OK Jenny?”
Jenny forced a smile. “Yes Sir, everything’s fine.”
Charles looked at her with concern as Jenny searched for the right words. “Sir, I know you’re not very well, you’re so tired all of the time. I also know Hazel and I can be a bit of a handful at times.”
Charles smiled. “Don’t worry Jenny. I’m just getting a bit old and slowing down, that’s all.”
“I know Sir, which is why I’m going to accept Judge Walker’s offer.”
Charles frowned and looked at the judge. “What offer?”
Jenny felt guilty, but she knew it was the right thing to do, for both of them. “Sir, I’ve absolutely loved being here with you and Jenny. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me over the past year. I really appreciate that you kept me out of prison and I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for your help and guidance.”
Jenny paused as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I love you so much and I love Hazel too, but Judge Walker has found me a room in a house close to college, so I won’t need to travel so far. He’s also arranged a part-time job for me at the courts. It’ll be great to have a bit of independence. I really do feel it’s best all round if I move out.”
Charles nodded slowly, but Jenny could see he wasn’t happy. She sat on his lap and hugged him tight. “I love you Sir, but this will be for the best for all of us.”
She was sad to see tears in Charles’ eyes and couldn’t hold back her own tears as she clung to him. “Please can I stay here over Christmas Sir and go to my new home next week.”
Charles nodded as he hugged her so tightly she felt unable to breathe. “When are you going to tell Hazel?” he asked.
Jenny looked down at the floor as she pulled away from him. She loved Hazel more than anything in the world, but she was worried that being a lesbian was just a phase she was going through. One of her new college friends told her that’s all it was and she should get herself a boyfriend and not tell anyone else she’d had a girlfriend. She said her new friends would disown her if she admitted to something so disgusting. Jenny desperately wanted to fit in so despite her desperation to defend Hazel and their relationship, she’d reluctantly agreed.
“I’ll tell her next week Sir. Please don’t make me spoil Christmas for us.”
Charles sighed as he nodded. “I’ll miss you Jenny, but as long as you’re happy and it’s what you truly want then I can’t really stop you leaving.”
Jenny nodded, before showing Judge Walker out. She was sad that Charles didn’t come to the door with them and instead stayed in his office. She hugged Judge Walker before he left, as he tried to reassure her.
“Jenny, I promise you that Charles will come round to the idea of you leaving. It’s a bit of a shock for him at the moment. He doesn’t want to lose you,” said the judge.
Jenny nodded and closed the door behind him, took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen where Hazel was waiting for her. Hazel asked how it had gone with the judge and Jenny faked another smile. “It went OK. Judge Walker’s found me a part-time job in the courts, probably so he can keep an eye on me.”
Hazel grinned. “Looks like you’ll be getting spanked even more often. You’ll be getting spankings at work from the judge and spankings at home from Charles.”
Jenny scowled. One of the appealing things about Judge Walker’s offer was that she would no longer be spanked. She loved Charles and knew she deserved the spankings he gave her. She knew she benefited from them and she respected Charles for being strict with her as that’s what had ultimately been her salvation, but the thought of trading those spankings for ones from the judge did not appeal. She made a mental note to be on her best behaviour when she was around him.
Jenny spent a lovely Christmas with Charles and Hazel and she cherished every moment. She was pleased to have this chance to spend some quality time with them before she left. She had fond memories of the previous Christmas and this one was even better. She’d bought her own presents for Hazel and Charles and she felt a sense of pride in knowing she’d honestly earned the money to pay for the gifts. She almost changed her mind about leaving several times.
Too quickly Jenny’s last evening at Charles’ home arrived and she was very quiet and subdued. She’d packed all her clothes during the day while Hazel was with Mr Bainbridge and she’d begged Charles not to tell Hazel, to let her break the news to her later. He’d agreed, but said he was very sad to see her go. She was sad too, but she felt it was something she needed to do.
That night she slept in Hazel’s room and she really threw herself into their lovemaking, giving as much pleasure as she could to Hazel. She cried and hugged her tightly and Hazel seemed confused by t
his show of emotion. As much as Jenny wanted to talk to her, she didn’t know where to start and eventually she cried herself to sleep in Hazel’s arms.
Early next morning Jenny crept quietly out of the bedroom and got washed and dressed, before taking her bags downstairs. She was about to let herself out when Charles’ voice boomed in the early morning darkness. “Jenny, what the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m presuming you haven’t spoken to Hazel yet. Weren’t you even going to say goodbye to me?”
Jenny turned and looked at Charles and immediately started to cry. He looked so hurt. “I’m so sorry Sir, I can’t. I love you and I love Hazel. Please tell her I love her and try to make her understand. I’m sorry but I need some time away from her. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me Sir, I’ll never forget your kindness and love, or Hazel’s, but I need to do this.”
“Jenny, you sound like you’re never going to see us again. How on earth do I make Hazel understand why you’ve gone when I don’t understand myself?”
Jenny’s heart was beating so fast she felt it might explode in her chest. More than anything she wanted to hug Charles and tell him she loved him. She also desperately wanted to beg him to let her stay, but she knew that if she did that he wouldn’t hesitate to take her bags back upstairs immediately and would probably spank her for putting them through this heartache. Before he could change her mind she turned and unlocked the door, stepped outside, closed the door behind her and walked as fast as her legs could carry her, leaving everything she loved behind.
Jenny’s vision was blurred by her tears as she made her way to her new life, a life without Charles and Hazel. She tried desperately to push this thought to the back of her mind as it absolutely terrified her.
The last 12 months flashed through her mind as she walked. She’d been so happy with Charles and Hazel and the tears poured down her cheeks as she walked away from them. She couldn’t imagine not seeing them every day, but she also couldn’t imagine how she’d be able to continue with college and her new friends if she didn’t move on.
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