Olivia Pt. 04

Olivia
Part Four. An interesting Christmas
Olivia accepts a Christmas invitation
The term passed quickly. Petra and I never found the opportunity to consummate our desires and we were hugely frustrated at that. Such was the design of the school, there was nowhere for us to go in private to enjoy the kind of capers we wanted to get up to. We both received a couple more punishments, but not enough to earn a second caning, from which we had both fully recovered and agreed that it had been quite a tough test, but ultimately one neither of us would shy away from repeating. Equally, with the colder weather, none of us girls wanted to find ourselves attending classes in the nude, or without any of our outer clothes, so it had been a well behaved second half of term by all the students. Miss Kent's system worked!
Two weeks before term ended, I got word from my mum. Unbelievably, she was being called away on a business offer for the whole holiday period. She had been invited to Perth, in Australia, to look into some kind of investment and would be leaving three days after the end of term. We never took Christmas too sentimentally, it held some sad memories for us, that time of year, so that wasn't a big problem. She said I was perfectly old enough to live at home on my own, but if I wanted to stay with a friend, that would be fine too.
Naturally, I was a bit disappointed but when I told Petra my news, she immediately perked up and suggested I go and stay at her home while my mum was away. I didn't need to think about that too hard; it was a great idea.
'We have quite a big house, with three floors and five bedrooms. Mine is on the top floor, along with another spare room, so there will be plenty of space.' She explained.
She called her mother and got the go-ahead, and I called mine who was very happy with the idea.
'I'll collect you at the end of term and bring you home for a couple of days, then take you to Petra's before I leave for the airport.' She planned.
And that's what happened. On our way to Petra's house we stopped and bought some presents for Petra's mum and her partner, including a case of assorted wines and we arrived mid-afternoon. We were invited in and afternoon tea was served as we made our introductions. Petra's mum was called Ann, and insisted I call her that, and her partner was Lesley, shortened to Les, and she was the first to laugh at the irony of that. Having broken the ice, we had a lovely hour chatting about things in common, with Ann saying she had been to Perth once and how lovely a city it was.
'It will be hot and sunny every day and you'll come back with a beautiful suntan to make us all jealous.' She said, and mum agreed, knowing already that the house she was going to stay at had a very secluded swimming pool where she would be able to skinny dip and sunbathe whenever she wanted without being overlooked. She boldly told Ann and Les that, and Les replied that she would love to see her tan when she got back. Mum just smiled and said 'Mmmmm.'
On parting, she reminded me to be the perfect guest, help around the house and generally behave myself. Looking Les straight in the eye she told her that I had promised to be good, but if I misbehaved in any way, Les was welcome to discipline me as she saw fit. I wasn't surprised at this blatant invitation -- mum and I had spoken at length over the past couple of days about this. I told her that Les punished Petra quite often and I was pretty sure I might be in for some myself while I lived under their roof. Mum thought this was fine, if I didn't object. Having heard Petra talking of her most recent spanking, at half term, I didn't object at all. In fact, I was rather hoping for something like that myself. The bruising on my ass had cleared completely after my last visit to Miss Kent's office.
I was shown my room, the one beside Petra as promised. It was spacious, with a large double bed, lots of sunlight coming through the window and even an en-suite bathroom. Between them, Ann and Les obviously had a few shillings, I thought. Nice house! And warm! The English winter didn't penetrate into the house so all the winter clothing I had brought would only be necessary outside. This became more obvious as Petra came into my room to see how I was getting on with my unpacking. She was in a full-length, cotton summer dress, with big buttons all the way up the front.
'Ready to come down?' she asked, but then saw what I was wearing. 'You'll be roasting in that!' she admonished me. And she was right. I quickly changed into a silk blouse and jeans. I decided to leave my bra off, enjoying the stimulation of the silk on my nipples.
'Much better.' She said and we went down to see if we could help with dinner preparations.

'We get everything ready for dinner in good time to enjoy sundowners every evening in the living room.' Ann explained. 'Over sundowners, we discuss the events of the day and our plans for the coming day. Would you like a G