Sunday, February 20, 2022

Pom-pom part 1

June 27th I turned eighteen and got my baccalaureat with honors, my name is Elisabeth, but am called Babette.

July 4th to celebrate the American Independence we had the French Cheerleading Championship. It wasn't the first time that our Dunkirk Wildcats had won, but my best friend Louise, called Loulou, and I weren't part of the team then.

Our coach waved for Louise and I to follow her into her office. She introduced us to Miss Fletcher. "I am an American talent scout, and I am offering the two of you a year at Russel College, Texas, for joining its all girl cheerleader team the Russel Stars..."

For a few very long milliseconds we were mouth opened and our coach added, "Its an opportunity not to be missed!"

We exchanged high five, and answered in unison with huge grins, "We are your girls Ma'am!"

"In Texas you are minors, and I require the consent of your parents."

We pulled out our cellphones and arranged for our parents to gather at Loulou's home. We also asked our coach to accompany us.

Miss Fletcher gave more details as she met our parents. It is an exchange program of the twin city committee of Dunkirk and Russel. You will be housed by a family with two daughters also members of the Russel Stars.

Our parents and our coach exchanged the contracts and carefully read them. Maman read aloud, "Russel College firmly believes in the corporal punishment of pupils misbehaving or poorly working..."

Loulou's father also read aloud,

"...and the Russel Stars have a strict discipline program of their own."

Maman added with a smile for Miss Fletcher "Excellent! Babette tasted her father's belt on a number of occasions."

Louise's Mum echoed, "So did our girl, and its doing her a world of good!"

We both blushed.

Miss Talent-scout added, "The family who will be housing them also believes in firm guidance."

Our coach laughed, "You aren't afraid of a little spanking."

This time we blushed crimson.

Our parents teasingly winked for us and signed all the forms. They also offered to house Texan girls in a year.

I whispered for Loulou, "We will have to watch our steps."

She echoed with, "Or rub our butts!"

Our friends were jealous and worried, "How are we going to win the next 'nationals' without the two of you!"

We took the milk train from Dunkirk to Lille, and the high speed Eurostar from Lille to Roissy CDG airport. Then it was a long flight!

The American Immigration Officer reminded us, "Over here in Texas, you may drive with your French International Licenses, but you are minors, therefore not allowed to buy and consume alcohol or cigarettes." Then we were escorted till Miss Fletcher welcomed us, and the manager of the Russel twin city exchange program signed for us.

We were invited to climb into a huge American 4x4, and it was a two hour drive. We were asleep when we reached the house of our American loco parentis. It was an affluent neighborhood of large houses with double garages. We were warmly welcomed with, "Bienvenue à Russel", in French. We weren't too surprised, we were told that Mrs Johnson is the head of the College's French Department.

"I am Amias Johnson and this is my wife Angelina and our older daughter Lilla. No need to be formal, call us Uncle Amias and Aunty Angelina.

We were helped with our luggage and stepped inside to discover a large comfy lounge. We just about stopped in our tracks when we saw a girl about our age standing in the corner with her hands above her head. Her school uniform skirt was rolled up, her knickers down to her knees and her bottom was streaked in red. "Our second daughter Belinda was again caught speeding, and she was warned that she taste the switch."

Her sister led us upstairs to our rooms and offered a visit, "Our rooms, our parents room, and your rooms with a view of our pool."

"Whoa! A pool ! No pool in Dunkirk, its too cold."

Loulou chimed, "We do have nice summers, but only three or four months and for sure no as hot as in Texas."

Lilla mentioned, "Mum told us, she taught English in Calais for 2 years as an exchanged teach."

She added, "You will find your school uniforms in your wardrobe, as for your cheerleader uniforms there will be a ceremony at the team's clubhouse tomorrow. Dinner is in 10 minutes."

Belinda was released from corner time, she pulled up her knickers with a grimace and adjusted her tartan uniform skirt. "Soz guys, I wasn't able to properly welcome you. I was... how to say?"

Her sister teased, "Showing your red bum to the world!"

Aunty Angelina warned us, "We had a long chat with your parents this morning. They fully agree with our disciplinary methods."

Babette and Loulou

To be continued...

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4 comments:

  1. Hi! Brigitte, thank you for the beginning of yet another wonderful story. Bye for now, Jenny.

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  2. Cheerleading - check
    Church - check
    Country (music) - check
    Chastisement - check

    For sure those were Southern staples, B :-)
    Firm foundations for y'all!
    Awesome start to another delightful story. Lovely narrative, as always:

    "Excellent! Babette tasted her father's belt on a number of occasions."
    Louise's Mum echoed, "So did our girl, and its doing her a world of good!"

    A you now, B, cheerleading was a big part of my life growing up in the 1960s & 70s - Atlanta Braves were the be all and end all for citizens of Georgia!

    Oh my! I also loved my tennis & track field. In tandem with Church commitments, sporting endeavours & wholesome, apple pie wellness were strongly encouraged for goody two-shoes, strictly raised girls (all sugar n spice & crushingly cute, naturally) But with strict, top don authority at every turn, there was never any respite from the threat of a panties pulled down, well-smacked botty with the rod...or any escape from his week's Bible class, already! No fear!

    "Our second daughter Belinda was again caught speeding, and she was warned that she taste the switch."

    Why yes, B. It was normal & necessary. Bare bottom chastisement when naughty was our "daily bread in front of God", if you will...if not actually daily ha-ha!

    "Aunty Angelina warned us, "We had a long chat with your parents this morning. They fully agree with our disciplinary methods."
    All swell CP good. PC bad.

    Truly delightful, already. I am sooooo looking forward to this novella. And so I shall go get my old cheerleading uniform out at once, B :-)
    Hugs & a bunch of pastel coloured apparel & canary-yellow-sporty-knickers-down-whoopings to ya!
    Bubble gum brats will not be tolerated!
    Nostalgic Brenda xx



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  3. Don't forget the good old American wooden paddle! SMACK!
    B xx

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