Sunday, May 28, 2023

Marie-Chantal in Germany part 7

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.
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.
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?"
"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.
Eva was also more vocal.
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."
"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
To be continued...
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