My sister and I had sneaked into an orchard near where we lived with the idea of stealing a few ripe-looking peaches.
Then we heard someone shout, “Stop!”
I called to my sister to run for it
“Don’t even think of scarpering, you two,” a voice shouted. “I know exactly who you are, and I know your grandma!”
“What shall we do?” asked my sister, April, clearly scared and regretting trespassing in the orchard.
I pointed out it was her that had wanted the peaches, and that it was probably her bright yellow dress that gave us away. I quickly realised that if we still tried to run away, the lady who had shouted at us would simply tell our grandma.
“We’d better own up,” I told my sister as I came out from behind the shed we had been cowering behind. I tried to suggest we’d simply got lost, but the lady, Mrs Price, didn’t believe me.
“So lost you came through the gate or climbed over the wall into the peach orchard? I may be in my 70s but I still have all my marbles,” she said crossly, tapping her head. “Come over here, don’t make me come to you. Your sister too; the one in the yellow frock.”
Silently, we walked the 40 or 50 yards from the shed to the house, passing dozens of super ripe peaches on the way. We never got a single taste. That thought made me quite cross. Moments later, heads bowed and hands behind our backs, we stood in front of Mrs Price, feeling sorry for ourselves.
“So, Tom, is it? And you, what’s your name, girl?”
“April, Mrs Price,” she said very quietly.
“What makes you think you can come in here and steal my fruit?” she asked accusingly.
“We only wanted a few,” April confessed.
I nudged her angrily. She had admitted it now.
“So you are a pair of budding thieves. What will become of you? Prison, most likely.”
“Not for a couple of peaches!” I was spooked by her comment.
“No, in years to come, if your behaviour does not change. First, a few peaches. Then shoplifting, burglary, who knows?” Mrs Price laid it on thickly for us.
“Sorry, Mrs Price. We really are. We just didn’t think of it like that,” I said as humbly and sincerely as I could muster.
“And I believe you, lad. I do. But, the damage is done, boy. The damage is done,” Mrs Price replied. “So I am afraid you will need to be punished accordingly.”
“Oh, please don’t tell grandma. She will be so, so cross and it will ruin our visit!” I pleaded.
“And don’t you deserve that?”
“She’ll tan our bottoms really hard, Mrs Price,” April sobbed. “Please don’t tell her. She will be on about it all week.”
“Sorry, I can’t allow this to go unpunished,” she reiterated.
I looked at April and whispered in her ear. She glared at me momentarily. Then her shoulders sagged, she looked down and nodded. I asked Mrs Price if she would consider punishing us herself rather than our grandma finding out.
“Grandma would take her slipper, or even her hairbrush, to us,” I added for good measure.
The lady thought about it, and then agreed. She called me over to her. As I walked slowly across to her, she went to a bench seat where she seated herself and, as I arrived, she took my hand and pulled me forwards and down and across her lap.
I was wearing thin shorts and a tee shirt, so when she raised her hand and began to spank my bottom, it stung badly from the very first smack. I was so grateful she hadn’t yanked my shorts down like grandma would have done. It stung enough as it was. I didn’t count how many times her hand spanked my poor bottom, but it must have been a good 30 or so.
I could see April was looking more and more upset, so I put on a brave face for her benefit despite what was turning out to be quite a thorough spanking. When she finally stopped, she told me to get off her lap and called for my sister.
“April, come here sweetheart. I am afraid it is your turn now.” Mrs Price sounded almost apologetic towards my sister.
Sensing an opportunity, I said to Mrs Price, “Please Mrs Price, it’s really my fault. I am old enough to know right from wrong, April is younger. Can’t you just leave it with my punishment? I should have said no to her. Please, Mrs Price.”
Mrs Price wasn’t having it, although she did tell April her spanking would not be so harsh. Despite speaking quite kindly towards April, my sister still looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment. In the end, I had to give poor April a gentle push in the back to get her to walk over to Mrs Price’s waiting lap.
Carefully helping April up and across her lap, Mrs Price pressed her hand into April’s back in case she decided to jump off and run, probably. April’s yellow dress barely covered her bottom as she bent over and her pair of yellow panties were clearly visible. Mrs Price then raised the dress, fully exposing April’s panties.
Without undue delay, Mrs Price began April’s spanking. She was going far easier on April than she had for me. April was still crying, even yelping at first, but I think that was more the anticipation than the effect. Her bottom turned pink, but only very lightly. Within a minute, possibly a minute and a half, Mrs Price was finished.
As Mrs Price helped April to the ground, she said, “Now April, that wasn’t too bad was it?”
“No. Thank you, Mrs Price,” she snivelled.
“Off you both go. I won’t mention this to your grandma, unless you force me to do so by doing something you shouldn’t, of course,” she warned.
We made our way down the path to the road. Soon, we were home at grandma’s cottage.
“So, what have you too been up to?” grandma asked.
I was immediately worried, thinking Mrs Price had telephoned grandma after all.
“Nothing, why?” I asked nervously.
“No reason. You are just back earlier than I expected. I called in to Mrs Price’s this morning, and she gave me a large bag of peaches. Would you like one? They are ever so juicy!’ she said, holding a fruit bowl out.
“No, thank you, grandma. I seem to have gone off them, all of a sudden.”
TG