I now have two boyfriends, one in Scotland, and one in Germany. Why is life so complicated! Being now in Germany, Hans came first. He was a dear. He didn't mind going shopping, he just wanted to be with me. I also knew he wanted to be seen with me to make his friends jealous. To be honest, I have to say that I enjoyed seeing other girls drooling with jealousy when I was with him.
We weren't too surprised when Tata ordered her down. She yanked her mini up and Eva blushed crimson as her fuzzy peach was exposed. "Where are your knickers?"
Aunty didn't mind our miniskirts as long as they weren't too short. True that we were careful not to show that we have to wear little girl's knickers aka schlüpfer, white with small multicolored flowers. Our boyfriends had teasing smiles when they first saw them, but with a frown from us, they soon lost them.
With a recent and still vivid memory of the leather paddle, I was a good girl, and had great grades. Aunty Bertha was pleased, and reported to Papa back in France, he sent me extra pocket money. On the other hand, my new sisters had forgot how a well smacked bottom feels like.
Emma was first to have a refresher for a poor report card. Pour l'exemple, Eva and I were "invited" to watch. Tata did quite a job of painting her bum and upper thighs a bright shade of red. Emma pedaled her legs as if racing for the Tour de France. She for sure hadn't found it too refreshing!
A week later, it was Eva. She drew Aunty's attention with repeatedly tugging down of her mini when back from die Schule. She also ran up the stairs as fast as she could to reach the sanctuary of our floor. Tata was curious and looked up as she was half way up the stairs. We also looked up and saw, as Aunty, that naughty Eva was minus her petite culotte.
"It was a bet, and I lost..."
Her mum interrupted her. "You lost your knickers!"
"Soz Mutti, but I was very careful to keep my skirt down."
Aunty seemed to have smoke coming out of her ears. and grabbed one of her daughters' wrists and pulled her over her knees. After having yanked her skirt up, she spanked her furiously, "You lost your knickers on a bet!"
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Oh! Ah! Ouch! Aie!"
"Emma, bring me the paddle!"
With the leather smacker, it was much louder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Eva was also more vocal.
"OH! AH! OUCH! AIE! OH! AH! OUCH! AIE! OH! AH! OUCH! AIE! AIE! AIE!"
She pedaled her legs as much as her sister a week ago. She definitely won the Tour's sprint on the Champs-Élysées. When Uncle Manfred came up from his workshop, Eva was wriggling her incandescent bum in the corner. Tata hissed for him. "The girls just seemed possessed by the devil. I need help. When will you be making that klopfpeitsche?"
I, of course, overheard and later when Emma was rubbing Eva's crimson bottom with cold cream I asked, "Whats a klopf thingy?"
Emma answered. "It's a martinet. Mutter has been asking Papi to make one for weeks, but so far he hasn't."
"Ah!"
"You mean, ouch!"
Eva added. "I have a feeling that Papi won't be able to stall her much longer."
I knew whats a martinet although I had never felt one.
Two days later, we discovered the new martinet. It looked more severe than we had imagined. Aunty told Emma, "Go hung the klopfpeitsche by the fridge." We blushed in unison as we realized that it would be seen by everyone entering the kitchen.
For weeks we were very good girls. None of us wanted to be the first to taste the martinet.
Then there was Lucy's birthday party. We were allowed to go. "You are to be back home by 11 pm." We argued to be given midnight permission, but Tata wouldn't ear of it.
Before going she inspected us and I couldn't help blushing when she told us to raise our skirts to show her our good girls knickers. Our boyfriends were as smart as carrots when they came for us and offered their best, "Good evening Ma'am!" for Aunty, who eyed them with suspicion.
The party was great. There was more than a superb chocolate cake. There was music and a dance floor. It was in the family's large garage detached from the house, and even more important, there were dark corners with large comfy sofas. We had cake, and we danced, then we caught our breath on those deep sofas. Hans had his hands all over, and I giggled. We had more cake, and we again danced. Emma and Eva's boyfriends were as adventurous as Hans, they giggled as much as me.
Special cans of coca cola with rum were passed around. There was more dancing and more giggling. Time flew!
We imagined that Tata Bertha was half asleep and tried to outsmart her, but we were tipsy and stumbled into the service stairs. She caught us, and we got a telling off. "Its past midnight and you smell like a brewery. Go to bed and tomorrow it's the martinet. I will make sure that when back to school on Monday it will show that you were well punished!"
Marie-Chantal and co
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ReplyDeleteKlopfpeitsche tales....Klopf thingy tails
I soooo love this line, B.
"we discovered the new martinet. It looked more severe than we had imagined. Aunty told Emma, "Go hung the klopfpeitsche by the fridge." We blushed in unison as we realized that it would be seen by everyone entering the kitchen."
Why, yes, B. Oh dear! That's how it is. By the fridge. So normal & necessary - a powerful line with subtle hints. Boo-Hoo! A metaphorical sting :-)
Truly delightful photo of the martinet, already, B. Oh my!
The lovely under-panties narrative continues - "we have to wear little girl's knickers aka schlüpfer, white with small multicolored flowers. " Oh my! That is y'all daily bread, B. Our weekly Marie- Chantal, if you will :-)
All flowery n lovely. Yet cosy, Spartan corporal punishment is woven into every God darn stich of that cutey, girly cotton fabric, B
"to show her our good girls knickers" ha-ha! Yes, absolutely. I sure relate to that. Chaperone-compliant panties, always, B :-)
Goody two-shoes knicks with pretty flowers (no cartoon characters allowed!! No ma' am!)
When will you be making that klopfpeitsche?"
"Whats a klopf thingy?"
Ha-ha! What a fave line, that is, B. Boo-Hoo! I guess I should be crying not laughing :-)
Hugs n salutary smackies & strict, authoritative klopf thingies :-)
Klopfpeitsche to bare botties.
Strict Brenda xx
Thanks dearest :)
DeleteMartinet in German is such a mouthful that the kloph thingy wrote itself!
By the way that martinet pic is from Waldo..
I also had fun with "lost her knickers on a bet" and "She for sure hadn't found it too refreshing!"
Hugs and smackies :)
B xx
Kate's Klopfpeitsche
ReplyDeleteAsa's site yesterday, May 28.
(naughty Kate, bare bottomed, over the horse, awaiting her just desserts)
"What?!! The Klopf thingy on my BARE BOTTY?!!!" said Kate,
"Noooooooo! Purrrrleeeaaasse!"
"Oh yes, young lady! It is punishment!
And the klopfpeitsche was sure not designed to sting through your schlüpfer, my girl!
And yes, pray, a stinging bottom right now will stop you getting into trouble when you gotten older".
Oh my! A truly awesome photo of gorgeous Kate, yesterday, B.
A superlative image of recalcitrant buttocks. She is perfectly prepped & now needs her bottom smacked with Asa's plimsoll for her disobedience & brattitude.
The mononchrome photograph is beautifully vintage, B. Kate reminds me of my naughty lil' sister (now in her 60s ha-ha!) bare, chubby-soft bottomed & bending, when she gotten the rod of correction in yore.
Taken down a peg or two: Kate's sensible, conforming, dazzling-white schlüpfer are hanging on the peg, B. Her defiance inversely proportional to her defeat :-)
Hugs n smackies.
Brenda xx
Yes! Oh! Yes!
DeleteAnd knickers on the peg...
And the green dress of Charlotte!
You had mentioned "Janus Letters a few weeks ago" Any Letters about the martinet?
Hugs and smackies :)
B xx
Hi dearest, special B. Kate's botty there is am absolute totem !!
ReplyDeleteI am glad Asa is strict with her & Charlotte (moreover, Charlotte's real mom, Sarah, is also a superhero in that regard raising her with the CP & green gingham, B)
Glad you saw that :-)
Why, yes, B, there are sadly far too few Janus letters about the martinet: "the klopf thingy. You inspire me so much, B, & indeed it is your blog that gotten me educated about Le Martinet. I was not really aware of it growing up in Georgia. It was also scantily covered (excuse the pun) in Janus et al in the 1970s & 80s.
I did write this weekend, Sunday 28, for your original post, Thursday, October 28, 2021 (& more widely last week) about a lovely reference to a French girl who talked about the "whip" from her maman in the 1940s & 50s, & how this whip was applied to her younger sisters. This "whip" is Le Martinet bien sur. She identifies the leather tails.
Rather delightfully, B, this Anglo-French lady says "my sisters got undressed, the whip must always be given on the bare bottom, useless over clothes"
"the whip can be bought in the hardware shops today"
Again delightfully, & unsurprisingly, the writer now applies it to her own daughters' bare backsides, B, in the normal, necessary fashion (1970s context).
I so love the way that the martinet is candidly confirmed as made for our bare botties by design! Divine purpose. Orthodox intent. No wishy-washy nonsense, B.
I am loving the Letters & how they viscerally align with your stories photos n art. Oh my! It is time consuming, B, I feel like I am doing the math & English for the "Atlanta corp", already!! And then there' the gym! But it's no hardship trying to precis the letters. I have some real gems, B.
Oh my! Some letters are far too verbose, B. Rambling on. Goodness!!! You lose the will to live ha-ha! Well, not quite. They are compelling & mesmerizing for sure, but I like the shorter ones where the visceral facts are concise, often embellished with just a crushingly cute visceral line or two.
Here's one extremely brief example, I love, Oh my: a grandmother writes, mid 1970s, how she now uses her trusted cane on her naughty lil' granddaughter when she misbehaves, just as she did her own daughter in the 1940s n 50s: "of course, knickers have to come down so that it stings", she writes. I sooo love her cool, matter of fact, good lady nonchalance of it all, B. Strict n loving after my own heart. Smacked, bare, red botties were nothing but normal in these reports. Quite right too, B!
I ask myself why did I not rediscover these letters sooner, these past few years, B. Oh well ?!!!
The cane features a bunch, B. Soooo love that :-)
Also the plimsoll & strap in the UK, naturally. Interestingly, the rattan carpet beater features from Swedish & Dutch mothers writing. But alas, the martinet less so. I am still searching, B ha-ha! Forensic skelping analysis & reports :-)
Big huggies, plus stern words of guidance, diligence, authority & thanks :-)
Strict Brenda xx
The martinet is very French and German, and in the 70s very few French and Germans could write in English...
ReplyDeleteHugs and smackies :)
B xx
Brilliant comment, B. Eureka! :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, I do wonder if there's a plethora of spanking literature, factual reporting & letters in French & German that we are not aware of ?
Especially from the late 1940s-1990s era. Oh my!
Janus in the 1970s, featured quite a few letters from British men & women who were living in Germany & France, as a hang over form the War/military connections. These letters focused on "the cane, Rohrstcok et le canne", rather than the martinet. The strap would also appear, of course.
Why, yes, B, the Dutch were conversant in English - hence the carpet beater reports :-)
Huggies xx
Brenda xx