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Friday, July 26, 2024

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Sunday, July 21, 2024

Summer homework part 9

After having bought more exercise books at the bookstore, we were put to work. The boys shared the subjects we had to study, and took turn at the blackboard Jacques had acquired on arrival.

For Adrien it was professional topics such as Forex banking, markets, futures and derivatives. He was pleased with us, but it was expected as we have juggled with those for the last year, and were quite good.

When he started with accounting it was another story. "We aren't tellers!"

"We aren't after a transfer to the accounting department!"

"If you take the accounting questions you might earn bonus points, if you don't take my accounting exercises you will for sure earn a déculottée!"

Béa grumbled. "Grgrgrgrgr!"

Adrien turned to Jacques sitting in the communicating lounge. "Do I have permission to spank Béa?"

"Of course, and on the bare, and add twenty smacks with my compliments!"

Béa had a sudden change of mood. "OK! I am sorry!"

He had us take turn to work on the blackboard with him. I struggled with some of his accounting exercises. He said that he has a sure fire method for focusing my attention. I had a feeling that it was going to sting. I wasn't disappointed. I had to take off my knickers, and he rolled up the back of my skirt. Then he gave me more exercises and each time I made a mistake he vigorously smacked my derriere.

He of course explained what I had done wrong, and I had to redo the exercise I had failed. He was eventually satisfied, and my bum was on fire!

Next was Jacques with fractions. I did well, and Béa didn't. She was de-knickered as I was, and earned herself a well taught sit of learning till having finally learned her lesson!

We were given our knickers back and a quiz. They had both worked on that quiz, and had written it so as to cover every aspects of our coming exam. I had a very hard time with it. I felt my thighs, well offered by my miniskirt, shivering. I saw that Béa was also struggling.

We had chatted earlier, and we both admitted that we are scared of receiving a belting for grades bellow 8/20. We had seen a girl with two belt wide purple stripes below her shorts. Ouch!

Time was up, and we gave them our work. They corrected our quizzes together in the small office, we heard them laughing a few times. They eventually rejoined us.

They took turn admonishing us.

"Béa, 8/20, Chloé 9/20. We are very disappointed! You obviously haven't read your lessons. Its the martinet for both of you."

"Béa go fetch the martinet."

We did, and were relieved to escape their belts!

"You will be receiving an exceptional fessée au martinet!"

Jacques added. "So that you don't try to soften us. Adrien will punish Béa and I will do Chloé."

"Take off your skirts and knickers, bend side by side over the coffee table."

We had obeyed, and I tightly closed my legs. I nonetheless felt my ears tickling from an intense shameful blush.

The first lash was across my thighs, and it was low, and I knew it would show under my miniskirt. Everyone would know that I had been a lazy girl. I would be sure not to show my real age!

I tried to keep my legs closed, but a few caresses to my lower curves had me shamefully opening them, and the thongs of the martinet wrapped around my thighs and they felt even more stingy. I tried avoiding the punishing martinet with gyrating my butt, but it was useless.

I echoed Béa. "OH! AH! ARGH! AIE! AIE! AIE! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!"

We got what we had deserved for not having learned our lessons, la fessée cul nu au martinet as lazy schoolgirls.

"OH! AH! ARGH! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!"

Then we danced in our corners with our hands atop our heads. It didn't help cool our bums and thighs. Béa accused me of having distracted her. The boys didn't believe a word of it and laughed. We repeatably promised to better read our lessons, and were released from corner time.

The beds creaked that night, and we had glowing upper cheeks in the morning.

Chloé and Béa

To be continued...

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