Sunday, July 30, 2023

American Lafayette girl visiting France part 2

As we returned home we overheard in the kitchen Papa telling Maman, "Frog legs, sure is a French culinary education for our American girl !"

We legged it into the kitchen, Papa gave me a peck on each cheeks and a pat on my derriere which had me wincing. Mary-Anne also got a couple of bises, but she didn't get a pat on her bottom, "I am George de La Fayette, call me Uncle George."

“Okay Uncle George, and we have fabulous French food in Louisiana, it’s just got a little kick to it.” I looked over at Marie-Jeanne and winking to her continued, “Are you also going to have some Mud Bugs and Red Beans?” Uncle George looked at me and then broke up laughing loud.

Marie-Jeanne chimed, "Frog legs ! I had frog legs in Louisiana, very spicy !" Papa teased Maman, "So much for the French culinary education !" She was disappointed and frowned. She also spotted our decorated thighs, "Was your dance lesson spicy enough ?" We blushed.

We had dinner in the small family dining room with old wood paneling and a mix of very modern and antic furniture. Mary-Anne told of Cajun sea snails, "Also very spicy, the English say that we eat anything in Louisiana that doesn’t eat us first !" She also told about the swamps, the bayou’s and the alligators. "We once stopped at a gas station and there was a truck there that had five big gators in the bed."

Then we watched the telly in the smaller lounge, and Mary-Anne went to bed early. I had selected a bedroom with a large four-poster bed with maroon velours drapes for her. "It was the Queen's bedroom, all chateaux had royal apartments in case the King visited..."

Mary-Anne looked rather worried, “This room isn’t haunted is it. There is this card reader in New Orleans, she tells me that I’ve got the gift of a medium, so if it is I wont be able to sleep !"

I replied to Mary-Anne, "Nah! It isn't haunted, you will sleep like a queen !"

Next morning over breakfast with goat cheese and toasts Maman announced, "Get dressed as proper young ladies from Le Chateau, we are going to church." I had given one of my Sunday dresses to Mary-Anne and tied a star and stripes ribbon in her hair. She helped me tie a tricolor one in my own hair.

Papa lead the way down the church's aisle to the traditional La Fayette front row chairs and pews. All eyes were on us. Mary-Anne walked as if we were a papal procession at the Vatican, stoned faced, chin way up, and silly measured steps. Maman noticed her shenanigans and plonked the back of her head with her heavy gold ring, ouch!

Later was lunch back at the chateau. This time it was the grand dinning room with antic porcelain plates and monogrammed silverware. We had a dozen guests. Maman had asked our maid to hire her sisters. Papa, who was called Monsieur le baron, introduced Mary-Anne to our Mayor and local gentry. The doctor mused, "Laforge-Lafayette, hum... you are probably related to Jean Laforge, the metal roofer..."

When the guests moved to the lounge for drinks we escaped with permission from Maman. Mary-Anne was quite curious of this Jean Laforge.

We drove to the roofing business on the edge of the village. It was a small office next to a huge garage with a former fire truck equipped with a big aluminium ladder. As the young lady from the chateau, I got a smile and a polite good afternoon Mademoiselle. I returned the smile, "May I introduce Miss Mary-Anne Laforge-Lafayette, her great great etc grand father was Louis Laforge who went to America with the Marquis. She is from Lafayette, Louisiana, USA.

The blue jeans wearing middle aged man slumped back into his old swiveling office chair. Almost a minute later he invited us into the old stone house next door, and called out, "Claudine, we have a guest, you will never guess who it is !"

He also carefully took out an antic oil painting from a cabinet. It depicted a ship sailing with several passengers waving. On the wooden back it was written, 'Le Marquis de la Fayette and sons from the village sailing to America.' A number of names followed and among them was Louis Laforge.

He hugged Mary-Anne and told her how proud he is of his relatives across the pond. He also showed her pictures of his grand father in his uniform when he fought in WW2. She took pictures with her cellphone and emailed them home in Louisiana.

We also drank a few glasses of blueberry alcohol. He told Mary-Anne that it is the actual original house and showed her the old forge. I had an extra glass of blueberry liquor while she was taking more pictures of the house. Then I felt my head spinning, and it was best to return home. We promised to come back. Mary-Anne drove us back. I was tipsy, Papa was furious !

He pulled me over his knees, raised my ample Sunday dress, lowered my lacy knickers and spanked my bum and thighs. He pinned one of my arm behind my back. He pushed one of his knees between my legs. He was tireless. He didn't count the smacks. I sure didn't count them. It must have been at least a hundred.

Once he felt that I had enough he pulled me up. "Take off your skirt and knickers and stand in the corner with your hands on your head!"

"Ouch!" I obeyed, my derriere and thighs were throbbing. I didn't rub, I knew that I would have another round if I did! I no longer felt tipsy!

Mary-Anne confessed to having also drank a glass or two. Maman told her, "In France when over 18 you can drink and buy alcohol, but a proper young lady never over drinks!" She was let off with a stern warning not to over did it, or she would reap what she sowed.

Later I got a pair of wide pajama shorts for dinner. We also watched an old classic French movie on the telly. There was no hard feeling, no resentment, I got what I deserved, and was in fact lucky to have avoided the martinet.

Mary-Anne and Marie-Jeanne

Co-written with Jayent from O&P

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Saturday, July 29, 2023

JPC drawings - Corner time

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Friday, July 28, 2023

Tea and spanking


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Thursday, July 27, 2023

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Sunday, July 23, 2023

American Lafayette girl visiting France part 1

Mary-Anne was in line at the Clermont-Ferrand airport and the ladies behind her were talking about her dress. She told them that she had made it herself. "It looks like a skirt, but it is in fact a pair of shorts." In dark brown they match her cream blouse from Diane. The ladies were impressed.

She presented her American passport to the officer with a warm smile, and respectfully announced, "Mademoiselle Laforge-Lafayette from Lafayette Louisiana, Sir."

The officer looked up from his computer and smiled back while checking her visa, he was soon done, "Welcome to France Mademoiselle."

The people waiting for their luggage smiled for her exuberance. Mary-Anne was so exited, it was her first visit to France, and she couldn't wait to see her friend again.

 Marie-Jeanne wearing a jeans mini and matching jerkin over a white blouse was anxiously waiting in front of the gate of the Arrivées Internationales. There was only one such gate at the Clermont-Ferrand Airport, there was no way that her friend could get lost.

Suddenly Mary-Anne was in front of her. They hugged and danced. They chatted as fast as they could. The people around them who thought their English was good enough had dancing eyebrows. Both girls mixed French and English with a few Canadianism and Cajun words...

The new small Renault SUV Papa had bought Marie-Jeanne was waiting in the car park in front of the terminal. The luggage was loaded and we drove south, away from Clermont-Ferrand.

Mary-Anne texted her parents and mine to announce that she had arrived. She did something I didn't think was possible, that was to text and talk at the same time. She didn't stop until we were out on the road and when she looked up we were passing a lot of cows in a meadow.

"Wow you have fields here like we do out in West TX. All we have in Louisiana are alligators, and they can eat cows."

She was even more surprised when she discovered the chateau de Chavagniac-La Fayette.

"So you must really be a princess since you live in a castle. I have heard about princesses getting spanked, but it is usually in England, is it the same here?"

"Hahahaha! I am not a princess, not even a marquise !" I winked as I added, "You will look behind the kitchen door !"

With my tourist guide voice I added, "It was The Marquis' birthplace. Since he was granted American citizenship we fly both flags. Although or because we are a cadet branch we inherited the chateau, other branches inherited the more valuable Paris mansions. We also have a small museum opened to the public..."

I skidded on the shiny old parquet floor smelling classic polish. Mary-Anne enthusiastically followed. Maman protested, "Marie-Jeanne you are no longer a 10 year old ! Mary-Anne you don't have to be as silly as her!"

"I am Berenice de La Fayette, welcome dear girl. Call me Aunty Berenice." She gave her a peck on each cheek. "Please let me have as soon as possible the loco parentis letter from your parents, I need it for various paperwork. "I now have two girls, expect to be treated as Marie-Jeanne. If you misbehave it will be la fessé cul nu!" We both looked at each other and stifled a giggle using our hands.

We went into the kitchen and while Marie-Jeanne opened the huge fridge Mary-Anne had a peak behind the kitchen. She gasped as she discovered the martinet. She knew that stepping out of line would mean a fiery dance.

 I enlightened her, "Thats a martinet, its furiously stingy, but the welts are usually gone in a day or two ... gone, but not forgotten."

After lunch  Marie-Jeanne announced, "I have a dance lesson. Come along, it will help with your cheer leading moves."

We were three in the class with Mary-Anne, and my friend Blandine who warmly welcomed her. The maitresse de ballet, whom we call Madam, had a very strong Russian accent and a long hickory switch. She welcomed Mary-Anne and gave her a white leotard with snap crotch closure, same as ours. She told her in a mix of Russian, French and English, "You are to start with ballerina shoes without pointes."

We worked from the horizontal balance bar. She used her long switch to adjust our positions it was only painless taping. When she felt that we hadn't adjusted as required she flicked her switch with more vigor, and it was stingy, and very effective. If she guessed that we weren't giving it our best she made it even stingier.

Blandine whispered, "We think that she is a Russian spy..." We all laughed and she wasn't happy, "Now quit fooling around. and we will do our 'A Terre' from the 2nd position, if you please now." It was obvious that Marie-Jeanne and I were not doing as Madam wished. She told Blandine that she was done for the day. She looked determined to incentivizing us to do better.

 She adjusted our leotards so has to bare our derrieres while we held the horizontal barre. In the mirror Mary-Anne looked very anxious and frightful. She always ended up wanting to relieve her self, but she didn't think she would be given permission.

Madam's switch menacingly whooshed through the air. Mary-Anne could see through the mirror in front of her our offered bums reflected by the mirror on the opposing wall. Madam admonished us. "I told both of you to do something, and it was clear that you didn't really try. If you can't listen, I have another way to reach your naughty heads. You will both receive four strokes so that you will understand that you are here to do as I say, and not as you want."

Mary-Anne anxiously watched for that switch in the mirror. I didn't see it coming, but I felt it! "Ooooeeeeeooohhh!" She gave me three more in quick succession, "Ohhheeeeiiiiii! Her implement swishing through the air and then landing on my bottom with a "Thwack". She was already done and my bum was burning. She moved to Marie-Jeanne standing right beside me. She looked apprehensive as Madam moved closer to her.

Madam landed her first stroke on to the prim and proper butt stretched and waiting. "Swish, and Thwack" I saw her painful grimace. "Swish, and Thwack" and then, "Ohhhhhhh my pllleeeeaaaazzzzeeee not there." It fell on deaf ears. She get her four strokes where they would do the most good.

Marie-Jeanne and I stood drying our eyes as Madam berated us more for being stupid silly girls and the such. Finally as we went to get dressed, I whispered, "I think I might have had a little accident."

"Oh! You best wash your leotard right here ! When I was a little girl and pisseuse Maman gave me the martinet !"

I pulled my mini as far down as it would go to try to hide the welt decorating my thighs, "Grgrgrgr! You're lucky with your longer skort ... anyway those stripes will be gone in two days."

 Mary-Anne and Marie-Jeanne

Co-written with Jayent

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