Sunday, November 21, 2021

Victoriana part 7

As we drove back to the French Crimson School castle, Josy teased, "That was a big slurppy kiss that boy gave you !"
Agathe added, "And he had one hand under your skirt!"
I laughed, "And the boy who had called you a sassy brunette had both hands under your skirt!"
After dinner, we watched a documentary about Marie-Antoinette. One of the French girls said, "The king was taken to the scaffold in a closed carriage, and she was taken in a cart. Those sans-culottes sure weren't feminists."
Next morning, Mesdames Olivia and Yvonne took turns scolding us. "You were naughty girls, all of you at the Versailles castle, you will have a blackboard spelling test!"
The French girls pulled long faces. We questioned them and weren't offered more than 'you'll know soon enough!'
Morning exercises and breakfast were followed by that blackboard spelling bee tests. I was one of the first to be called in front of the class.
Monsieur Maurice, with his super French accent, gave me my first word, dépencière. I wrote it on the blackboard with an S instead of a C. He had me raise my skirt and lower my knickers. I now had a very good idea of what would happen for my next mistakes. 
 Narcissique was my next word, and I wrote it with 3 S. I got 6 vigorous hand smacks. Hédoniste followed and I'll never know why I spelled it with an A instead of an O. I was given another 6 more smacks, and would for sure remember how to spell it. For sourcilleux I missed the R and the double L, 12 sharp smacks were added.
The test was over. My bum was glowing. "A pitiful result! Raise and hold your skirt front and back for the martinet."
I got the usual 12 strokes, but 2 of the strokes to the front of my thighs had to be repeated because I dropped my skirt while doing a brat dance.
  Then it was the turn of the French girls. Marie was the last one. Monsieur Armstrong, with his super English accent, gave her first word, spendthrift. She wrote it on the blackboard without the T and her skirt was raised and her knickers lowered. Narcissistic was her next word, and she got 6 more smacks for having written it the French way with que final instead of C. For supercilious, I whispered O when I saw that she had missed it.
"Alicia! That's cheating and cheaters are caned. Come to the front of the class. Raise your skirt, take down your knickers, and bend over that desk."
Yikes! The cane! I had never received a caning. I was again bare butt in front of the whole classroom, and I was scared.
"Six of the best!"
I saw that it was a thin and light cane. I guessed that's why the French girls call it a junior cane. That didn't reassure me. Mr strong-arm had it whistling through the air. I shuddered. 
 The first stroke took my breath away. I exhaled with an "ARGH!"
It was the fiercest sting I had ever felt!
The second stroke was below the first one. I had another loud "ARGHH!"
I stomped my feet, feeling that my bottom was laddered, but I knew that it wasn't for having seen Agathe's bum after her caning.
The third stroke was, of course, below the first two. I blew a louder "ARGHHH!"
Stomping my feet, wriggling my derriere, didn't help, and my eyes watered.
With the fourth strokes, my bum no longer made the difference with the previous three. "ARGHHHH!"
After number five and six, I was a well chastised girl. When told to stand, my hands flew to rub my blazing bottom.
"Take your knickers and skirt off, and go stand in that corner !" With teary eyes, I removed my knickers and skirt. I left them on that desk and shamefully went to stand in the corner.
To be continued...

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  1. Nice synchronisation of story & photos, B.

    Photo 3 is most stingy-sore-visceral, yet normal - I gotten the cane from mom exactly like that (on my bare, squishy-white botty) growing up in the 1960s. "Harmless Hell from the hornets nest", I call it, B! Sure whooped me into shape, timeouts not required back then.

    Quote: "The first stroke took my breath away. I exhaled with an "ARGH!"
    It was the fiercest sting I had ever felt!"
    ..."After number five and six, I was a well chastised girl. When told to stand, my hands flew to rub my blazing bottom."

    Why, sure thing, B!! Exactly! Boo-Hoo!
    Hugs n thanks.
    Nostalgic Brenda xx

  2. I have also tried to match the text on the blackboard, in English and translated into French.
    Unfortunately those pics aren't new and I have used them before with my Echo story.
    Hugs and thanks for your comments
    B xx

  3. Yes, B. Love the matching of text n blackboard. Oh my!
    However, for me, I often do tend to treat the story & photos/drawings separately & distinctly: I immerse myself, in real time, in the characters of the story (I am a protagonist); whereas the photos & drawings take me back to my nostalgic, Spartan upbringing & spankings of yore! This has always been the case since discovering Janus & Roue in the 1970s!!

    So for me, the images evoke instant, visceral memories & experiences, whereas the story is a journey in that exact moment in time!
    Hugs n thanks, B.
    Brenda xx

  4. You've mentioned something "visceral" about pics... have a look at the latest Thursday pics.....
    B winks xx

  5. Yup! Oh my! Awesome, B, thank you. Will post a comment there. My all time fave photos on your Thursday Nov 25 post. Love the botty reveal, while holding the cane (too realistic. Boo-Hoo! That is exactly how my mother did it!)

    Oh my! A mere 42 years' ago almost, those photos gotten published B! I'm pleased to see the austere, Spartan genre continues with Sarah Gregory's brilliant Strictmoor Academy with the ubiquitous, compelling viewing of "hands on head, soft cotton panties pulled down, naughty, blubbing Harley Havik, porcelain-white chubby botty reveal!!" Don't spare the rod mom! That is how it gotten done.
    Plus ca change...

    Cane to bare botty was just normal & necessary for my sister & me growing up in a loving, religious, strict, traditional 1950s family in Georgia. Naughty steps & wokerati platforms had sadly not gotten invented!!! (thank the Lord!) And there's nothing more normal, simple, authentic & yes, B, visceral than those Martinet pictures on your Thursday post: like mother, like daughter is the culture.
    Hugs n thanks.
    Brenda xx