Sunday, April 30, 2023

Marie-Chantal in Germany, part 3

Next morning, Eva and Emma caught me with my nightie up, and bare bottom, in front of the tall standing mirror of our landing. I was carefully inspecting my derriere. I was surprised; it was as good as new, but my thighs seemed rosier. I got my first German spanking, and it wasn't as bad as Mrs. McTavish's wooden hairbrush.
 
They teased. "Schlüpfer with pink little flowers!" I had learned a new German word, schlüpfer means knickers. To be more precise, it means knickers for little girls. In French, one would say petite culotte. The kind of knickers you don't want to show a boy when you are over seventeen as Emma, or nineteen as Eva, and the more so when twenty as me.
 
They added, "On Sunday morning we wear a dress for service at the Temple."
 
Eva opened her wardrobe and pulled out a dress for me. I just about lost my eyebrows when I saw that pink dress with puff sleeves. They laughed at my mimics, and Eva said, "Maybe you prefer a yellow one!"
"Huh! No thanks! I'll take it."
 A few minutes later, I was down in the kitchen with my new sisters. Aunty Bertha was all smiles for her 'little' girls. As we had cleared breakfast, I was told. "Raise your dress Marie-Chantal. I want to make sure that you are wearing proper knickers!"
 
I blushed and was hesitant. She grabbed the front of my dress and yanked it up. I felt a hot flush as my white knickers with small pink flowers were exposed for everyone and Uncle Manfred. She said. "Gut gemacht Mädel." (well done, my girl) Emma and Eva gave me teasing smirks as I adjusted my dress.
 
Uncle reminded us that he doesn't want to be late for the service. The temple wasn't far, and we walked. Emma teased. "Are you going to show your pretty knickers to Hans?"
I shyly giggled.
 
The temple was very austere, nothing like our churches. The plain wooden benches were as bad as the straw chairs of the Scottish church. A few old ladies had brought a cushion. At first, I was embarrassed to be wearing a girly dress, but I soon noticed that quite a few girls were wearing similar dresses. Glances were exchanged with our boyfriends. They were wearing crisp white shirts and traditional jackets trimmed with green satin. I figured that such dressing up must be a local Sunday tradition.
 
After the service, it was a picnic in the temple's garden. Every family had brought zillions of tupperwares, which were put in common for a superb buffet. I was introduced by my sisters as the French au pair, and made welcome.
 
Herr Schubert was respectfully saluted by everyone. Eva said that Papa was also the first deputy mayor of the village. Our boyfriends had joined us when Miss Wichtigtuer strolled by to chime for Tata Bertha. "I now see that I was confused by their breads. It wasn't Emma who showed her knickers to the whole village. It was your French girl. Hopefully you have chastised the right girl."
 
I blushed so red that my ears tickled. Aunty didn't add to my embarrassment as she only said, "Guten Tag Frau Wichtigtuer." Eva, Emma and the boys had funny grimaces behind the back of that busybody. I giggled as I recovered my natural color. Uncle Manfred must have seen them, but he said nothing.
 
Later, there was a small band playing the Beatles in the gazebo of the nearby park. Hans invited me to rock n' roll on the lush lawn. A few times I tugged my dress down, and he laughed. "Hahaha! So you were actually spanked!" I playfully wanted to smack one of his cheeks, but he caught my hand, and gave me a kiss. I didn't object!
 
Back home, before dinner, I prepared my backpack for school on Monday. I was relieved not to have to wear a uniform.
 
After dinner, we had remained around the dining room table. Uncle Manfred told me. "When in Paris, with your father, we discussed how best to help you become bilingual with German, and prepare for your French business school.
 
Contrary to the British A-levels, you will have a choice of majors with the Abitur. You will choose economy and accounting. Both Emma and Eva will help you with those subjects, as it is also their choices, and you will help them with French and English. You will also have German literature classes, and to build your German accent, you will join the school's theater group."
 
Obviously, I had no say in the matter, and objecting would for sure bring another fiery bare bottom spanking. I carefully asked, "Will I have to continue with math and science subjects?"
 
"Your math program will be adapted for economy, accounting and statistics. Science subjects will be only about the basics."
 
He also sternly added, "Finally, you and Eva will be closely monitored to ensure that you graduate with honors. If you don't perform as required, your bottoms will be smarting!"
 
Marie-Chantal and co
 
To be continued...
 
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Saturday, April 29, 2023

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Friday, April 28, 2023

Visiting the Principal's study continued

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Thursday, April 27, 2023

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Monday, April 24, 2023

Oaks and Pines School Role-play Game Introduction (Adults only)

At Oaks and Pines, the girls are schooled in Switzerland, with a rigorous routine of classes, homework, and old fashioned discipline.  

Oaks and Pines prides itself with its 'family' atmosphere. 
 
Parents send their daughters to O&P to ensure the best results, and the girls are strictly kept to their lessons, the Principal and Tutors do see to that !  
 
The school is located on the shore of Lake Geneva, near  Montreux, in the shadow of the majestic Alps. An 18th century castle- set in a large arboreal park - serves to house the school. Schoolrooms, tutors' studies and apartments, Library, Dining Room and other facilities are located on the ground floor. On the first floor, each girl is provided with a comfortable individual room. It is to be noted that the girls’ rooms have no doors, which is a considerable aid to keeping mischief in check.   
 
Mischief happens, it would be irresponsible to pretend otherwise. Fortunately the school's superbly trained and  dedicated faculty is quite prepared to address any infractions that may occur. It sometimes happens that the only way to get a pupil's undivided attention is to put her over one's knees and warm her backside. In serious cases sterner discipline may be required, and use of  the cane is not unheard of.   
 
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In our role-play game you enter the world of your fantasy,  playing the part of a high school aged girl. Design your character, give her a name and invent her family and schooling history. Tell us about her previous experience with corporal punishment (and what your expectations are in that area)  
 
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Sunday, April 23, 2023

Marie-Chantal in Germany, part 2

It was Saturday, and I woke up with the sun. I soon understood that I wasn't the first one up, my new chums already had their showers. I followed their lead. As I got dressed, I had to decide between one of Eva's plain white cotton knickers, or a powder blue one to compliment my jeans miniskirt. I mused. 'Vive la difference.' I am twenty, not a ten-year-old! I pulled up my lace trimmed white knickers.

 
While exchanging lively, good morning greetings, I noticed that Onkel wasn't around. I was given a tray with coffee and a bread roll filled with cheese and ham for him. I carefully went down the stairs to the shop. It smelled of leather. That wasn't surprising for a saddle-maker's workshop.
 
He showed me photographs of his father and grandfather on a wall covered with pictures and newspaper clippings. "We have been in business for over 117 years." I recognized several famous people. They were photographed with their Schubert saddles. He reminded me that my bicycle was in the garage.
 
After breakfast, with help from Eva and Emma, I unwrapped my bike, and they took me for a tour of their village. After having showed me the landmarks, I asked where our school is.
 
Emma laughed, "Let's enjoy our last weekend of freedom!" Eva answered, "It is in Billerbeck, about seven kilometers."
 
Next was their favorite coffee shop to introduce me to their friends. I immediately noticed the none attached boys. The girls had grabbed their boyfriends, as if to say, 'in your dream, that one is mine.' I smiled for the available boys. The girls understood I wouldn't try to pinch their boyfriends, and they warmly greeted me.
 
After a snack, they voted to spend the afternoon at the swimming pool. Objections of not having brought a swimsuit and towel were dismissed with, "You will rent those at the pool!"
 
Two girls were outvoted, and we all rode to the pool. I rented a bikini and a large towel. In the locker room we were allocated, I discovered my bikini was quite skimpy. I had a feeling that the attendant had given me the skimpiest one on purpose.
 
The two girls who had voted against the pool weren't too enthusiastic to change into their rented cossies. They were teased till they did. We soon spotted faded stripes escaping their bikini's bottoms. One of their friends had those swimsuits changed for more covering ones. I was impressed by such solidarity.
 
Two boys courted me. I proudly beamed. They both looked great and understood my Germano-Franco-English. I was hesitant, till one of them made me laugh. I caught my breath and asked his name. "Its Roméo, and what's your name?"
"Juliette!"
We laughed some more, and he told me that his name is Hans.
 
It was a great day and on the way back home, Eva and Emma teased me to no end. "Frenchy bagged herself a boy!"
"She batted her eyes, and voilà!"
 
They were telling me of their own boyfriends, Joshua for Eva, and Hugo for Emma, when an old lady who might have ventured too far from her church mouthed a surprised OH!
 
I realized that my miniskirt had ridden up while pedaling faster to overtake a grandpa on wheels. She must have seen my knickers, tomorrow's laundry. I hastily tugged down my mini.
When Emma chanted. "We're back!" Her mother had just hung up the telephone after having said. "Yes Miss Wichtigtuer, it is indeed disgraceful. I will chastise the culprit!"
 
She turned towards us with furrowed brows and marched onto Emma. She grabbed one of her braids, "Showing your knickers to the whole village!"
 
"But...but... Mama..."
 
She had already pulled her across her knees. What was to follow was quite obvious.
 
"Mom, it wasn't me!"
"Miss Wichtigtuer has described your braids."
"Plenty of girls have braids!"
"Who was it then?"
"I don't know!"
 
I couldn't allow Emma to be punished for my mistake. I stepped forward with a blush. "It was me, Ma'am."
 
She realized that I also have braids.
"Ah!"
"I remember the surprised old lady. I am sorry Ma'am."
"Good to be owning up, but you will not escape a good spanking!"
 
She had let go of Emma and grabbed my left hand. She pulled me over her knees. Both my hands were on the floor. She pulled my miniskirt up.
 
"What are those frilly things?!"
She had discovered my lace trimmed white knickers.
"In this house you will wear plain white cotton knickers as my girls!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You will wear those lacy things when married!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
 
She took them down and off. I blushed crimson. I was going to be spanked on the bare in front of my new sisters.
 
Then she started my spanking, left cheek, right cheek, againleft cheek, right cheek, left thigh, right thigh.
"Oh! Ah! Aie!"
She had strong hands from gardening, and she was spanking as hard as she could. She obviously meant a severe spanking for a big girl.
"OH! AH! OUCH!
 The smacks applied to my thighs were the worse. I hadn't counted. I was too busy pedaling my legs and wriggling my bum in vain attempts at escaping my punishment. She grabbed my right arm and pinned it behind my back. She relentlessly continued.
"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!"
 
She had counted. She said fifty in German. I was batting my teary eyes.
 
"For those silly knickers you will get another spanking."
 
It was again four smacks for my bottom and two for my thighs.
"OH! ARGH! AIE! AIE! AIE!"
I was for sure showing everything for Eva and Emma. Batting my eyes no longer helped.
"OH! AH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!"
She again said, "Fünfzig." And she helped me stand up.
I couldn't help a quick run, but soon remembered the second helping from Mrs. McTavish.
 
She pulled my skirt up till it was bunched around my waist, and exposing my curls and my throbbing buns and thighs.
 
"Bring all those frilly knickers to me, now!"
 
With tears, and both hands in front of my curls, I went up to my room. I hurriedly rubbed, gathered all my lacy knickers, and returned to the lounge.
 
"Drop them on the coffee table, pull your skirt down, and help Eva and Emma set up the table for dinner."
 
When Uncle Manfred came up from his shop, I was acutely aware that my reddened thighs were peeking under my mini. He didn't miss my shameful predicament and asked. "Why were you punished Marie-Chantal?"
 
Red face, I avoided the more embarrassing details. "I was a naughty girl on the way back from the pool."
 
Tata Bertha spelled it out. "She showed her knickers to the whole village while riding her bike."
 
Marie-Chantal and co
 
To be continued...
 
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