Next morning, Adrien woke me up with caressing my bum and teased. "That naughty girl hadn't learned her lessons, and she was well punished."
"Grgrgrgrgr!"
"And from what I heard, she can't say that it wasn't well deserved!"
"Grgrgrgrgr!"
Then he twice smacked my bum, while sternly ordering. "Out of bed, and under the shower!"
"Oh! AIE!"
I jumped out of bed, and happily sang under the shower. "I have a new boyfriend, and we had a lovely night, La la, la la la la la!"
A few minutes later I joined Béa in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the boys. I asked if the martinet punishment of last night showed under my miniskirt.
"Barely, and you don't look a day older than all these late teenage girls who get their butts whipped when they misbehave. You will be just another one of them! Hahahaha!"
"Grgrgrgrgr!"
Adrien announced. "I am inviting all of you to have oysters on the harbor."
Jacques drove us to Quimper. We parked, and walked down the busy old main street leading to the harbor. I was relieved not to draw more attention than a few glances from old geezers, but I tugged down my mini as much as I could. I hurried as we overheard two teenage boys behind us.
"That girl got la fessée au martinet!"
"Yep, and wasn't your sister to get a belting for her late night partying?"
"She sure did, and I saw it all!"
"Oh! You saw her twat!?"
"I did! She did quite a dance, and I saw her muff!"
Phew! They hadn't noticed our actual ages. We nonetheless had a blushing competition, and still had rosy cheeks when we reached the restaurant.
It wasn't a classic restaurant it was a fishmonger having opened a minimalist place for people to have oysters and other seafood that didn't require elaborate cooking. It was very convivial and the young waitress was obviously the daughter of the owners. She had cleared a couple of plates from a nearby table, before asking what we wanted.
Béa interrupted him with a teasing chuckle. "Plenty of oysters will help the boys to keep them up!"
I had a loud laugh, and Adrien shushed me. "Chloé you are being impertinent!"
Jacques furrowed his brows, and hissed. "Its la fessée cul nu when back home!"
The waitress for sure hadn't expected that, and dropped the plates she had picked up.
Adrien agreed. "Yes, and both of them. They have to be taught a lesson about minding their manners, but I have no experience in that department."
Jacques laughed. "There's nothing to it, I'll show you how its done."
The waitress had acknowledged Adrien's order with an embarrassed smile, and picked up the broken plates before heading to the kitchen.
From behind the closed kitchen door we clearly heard the patron. "Vaisselle cassée c'est la fessée! Raise your skirt, lower your knickers, and elbows on the table."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! OUCH! OUCH!"
I imagined that it could be less embarrassing to lower my knickers before raising my skirt. The shameful baring of my bottom would be hidden by my skirt...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE!"
I further mused for myself. Then I raise my skirt, and voilà, only one swift move... less embarrassing? Hum... debatable...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OH! AH! OUCH! AIE!"
hum... but can't avoid the fiery dance which reveals my minou...
"Stop rubbing, pull up your knickers, table four is waiting for their scallops!"
She was red face, and couldn't help rubbing her miniskirt over her bum after having served table four.
Five minutes later, she pocketed very generous tips from table two and one. Obviously a number of customers had found the kitchen theatrics quite entertaining.
Béa and I had to re-powder before departing. While in front of the mirror I mused. "It was quite loud, it wasn't a martinet."
Béa echoed. "It was even louder than a classic fessée, it could have been a belt."
"Probably. You saw how she couldn't help rubbing her bum in front of everyone."
"It must have been quite stingy!"
We rejoined the boys, and saw that they had left a very generous tip. She thanked them, and winked for us with a telltale rub of her butt.
Chloé and Béa
To be continued...
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