Fae arrived home to Aunty’s house rather late and Aunty was furious. The idle girl hadn’t seen to her pony or fed it and Aunty had to do it for her. “I’m not even sure you’ve been to hockey” she said, accusingly, “no sweat, no muck, no hockey stick in your bag. I’m going to give you a good hiding.” Well, a good hiding from Aunty was ferocious as Fae knew only too well but over her knee she had to go. Little white pleated hockey skirt pulled she got such a spanking on her tight red panties, her firm, round, pert bottom reddening under her Aunty’s unyielding hand. “What an elaborate lie to wear your hockey stuff” rebuked her Aunt, “I’m going to horsewhip you after tea. I’m going to sell your pony and buy a new suit and horsewhip you. Then she went to fetch it.