June 10th, I flunked the dance part of my quadrille exam for the Ballet de l'Opéra de Paris. It also meant that I didn't have my Professional Dancer's Certificate. Six years down the drain. I anxiously waited for the jury to decide if I would be given a second chance in September...
I was finally called in by the jury's secretary. Three women, three men, all dancers, four of them first dancers, two of them, one woman, one man, being stars or étoiles as French is the language of ballet...
The étoile woman spoke, "You have talent and we have decided to give you a second chance. You may keep your academic grades. Don't waste your summer. I had also missed the first step. I attended Miss Margot's school, here is a letter for her..."
"Merci Madame !"
Back home, Papa and Maman read that opened letter, "Have you read it ?" I sheepishly said that I didn't, Papa read, "Isabelle is very talented, please save her as you saved me, be as severe as you were with me..." I blushed.
Next day I pressed the buzzer of an impressive Paris 16th mansion. I was welcomed by an aging secretary, "Bonjour, we only take recommended pupils..."
That wasn't the warmest greeting. I showed her the letter from "my star". She had a strange smile, "I remember that imp !" She allowed me to enter and lead me to her office.
I stopped in my tracks, I had just seen a girl my age, about 18 years, with a red tartan school skirt held up with clothespins, her white knickers were down to her knees, she was exposing a crimson derriere. I didn't have time to take in more details, Miss Secretary snapped, "Now you know what happens to naughty girls !"
In her office she gave me a brochure, "We only take full boarding pupils. You are allowed out Saturday morning after breakfast unless having to serve a detention. Our fee is 5,000 Euros per week, payable in advance. If you can't pay we will assess your potential and eventually offer help. Please tell me know if you are able to pay..."
I was having the image of that girl dancing in my eyes and took a few seconds before answering, "Huh, yes, my parents will pay, it won't be a problem."
"Very well, I am booking you and expect you to register within 24 hours..."
One of our chauffeurs drove me back home. I didn't see the Parisians streets on the other side of the thick tinted windows I again saw the picture of that girl displaying her well reddened bottom and thighs...
Papa and Maman read the brochure. As usual Papa was the first to chime, "I inherited my father's business, he had two employees, I have two thousands..." Maman added, "Three times a week, before school I helped my parents set up their market stall till they bought their shop..." Papa concluded, "We are of course dreaming of our daughter becoming an étoile, it would be our life achievement, much more than our millions ! It is about having the will...do you have the will ? After six years of hard dancing lessons we feel that you do... and a good spanking will do you a world of good !"
I had read the brochure, I knew what they meant about a spanking...
School uniform will be supplied and consist of a red trimmed grey cardigan, white blouses, above the knees red tartan pleated skirt, ankle socks, bra, and knickers, all white, and black T.bar shoes.
For running, gymnastic, and morning dance practice, sports bra and shorts or wrap around mini dance skirts will be provided, please bring your trainers.
For your afternoon dance programs you will wear your own tutu with T.shirt, dance bra, and knickers, all white, please bring your pointes.
Morning schedule : Up at 7 am, five kilometre run in the nearby Bois de Boulogne, breakfast, two hours of ballet choreography, and two hours for repeating dance movements à la barre
Afternoon schedule : After a twenty minutes nap, three hours for your dance programs with videotaping your performances and reviewing them, and twenty pool lengths.
Minor offence means a bare bottom spanking with a small leather paddle.
A repeated minor offence or a regular one means the martinet on the bare bottom and thighs.
A repeated regular offence or a serious one means the tawse on the bare bottom and thighs.
A repeated serious offence or a very serious one means the cane on the bare bottom and thighs
Slacking, laziness, misbehavior, etc, will be assessed and rewarded according to that scheme. All pupils who have failed their Quadrille exam will be punished on arrival...
I didn't sleep too well, the words of Papa and Maman about a good spanking doing me a world of good and the image of that girl exposing her well chastised bum played a devilish saraband...
With my pointes and trainers in a backpack I pressed the buzzer of Mademoiselle Margot Dance Academy....
Miss Secretary welcomed me, expedited the paperwork, and lead me across the marble hall to a small office with a panned door reading Matron and Storeroom. Miss Matron looked matronly and did smile when she said, "Take off your blouse and bra..." I blushed and obeyed. She measured my breast and gave me a white bra to try on. She tugged it to make sure I had firm support and gave me two more. Next I was given a white blouse and she measured my waist and hips before presenting a short pleated skirt in a red tartan. "Please try it on..." I did and it was quite short !
Once fully kitted I felt as if I was again a junior schoolgirl with T.bar shoes, ankle socks and long bare legs. I carried a large bag as she led me to a dorm. I was surprised to discover and old fashion dorm with a night stand on the right side of each beds and a locker on the other side. On the way I had seen that the school had 3 dorms, it meant 18 girls...
Matron ordered, "Sort your things in your cupboard and I'll be back in 10 minutes." I was curious and explored. The dorm had attached communal shower, a row of sinks, loos, and tall mirrors. It was all spotless. I also found a panned door reading dorm mistress.
Miss Matron was back and she opened my locker where I had casually dropped my bag. She frowned and grabbed my ear as if I was a ten years old, sat on my ready made bed before pulling me over her knees, brought one of my arm behind my back, raised my skirt, pulled my knickers down, pushed a knee between my legs. I got my first ever spanking. Actually I vaguely remembered my English nanny having spanked me a few times.
She vigorously smacked my nates and thighs, I must have received one hundred smacks, my derriere and legs where throbbing when she pulled me up. "Pull your knickers up !" I danced and rubbed. She grabbed me by the waist, lifted me as if I was made of straw, pulled my skirt up, bared my bottom and spanked me again. "I haven't allowed you to rub !" I pedaled and lost my knickers. She had me back on the ground and picked up my knickers. "Sort your cupboard !"
A few minutes later she opened the panned door of the classroom and closed it behind my back. I stood there red face with both hands rubbing my skirt over my blazing re-knickered derriere. "Come in young lady, I am Miss Maïa, stand before the class and introduced yourself..."
As I walked down the aisle I realized that my skirt didn't fully cover my burning thighs. I stood in front of the class, all the girls were staring at me, with a contrite voice I introduced myself, "I am Isabelle..."
"How old are you Isabelle ?"
"I am 18 Ma'am..."
"Why have you been sent to us ?"
"I have flunked the Paris Opera Quadrille exam..."
"Were you given a second chance ?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I am to take it again in September..."
"Will you be with us for the whole summer."
With a long transparent plastic ruler she indicated the blackboard. "Study the diagram of that choreography and suggest the next movement..."
To be continued
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