O and P spanking stories: The Student part 2

Sunday, December 8, 2024

The Student part 2

Thanks to Maman, I was spared taking the train with my two huge suitcases and my electric bike. Monsieur warmly greeted us, and offered tea. We talked about music. With the two full size pianos in the lounge it was an obvious subject. He told us that he had learned to play the piano from an early age, and explained. "With a family of soldiers I wasn't destined to be an artist. I made up with marrying one, and she taught my daughter."

Maman eventually left, and I unpacked.

For the next two months I prepared my entrance exam for the pharmacy school, and helped around the house. It sure wasn't hard work, but I understood that my work was more about offering companionship. Beside occasional meals with old friends from med school, I rarely missed a meal with the old general. We played piano duet, watched television together, and he taught me how to play chess.

I was more and more nervous as the exams grew closer, and became sleepless. He noticed it, and regularly gave me chamomile tea before bed.

I was down after the exams. I had lost my nerves for two of the major subjects. I was sure to have flunked them. I was grateful that he didn't ask how I had done. He gave me one of his sleeping pills.

Two days later my doubts were confirmed. I had flunked the pharmacy school entrance exam. Monsieur General Berthier gave me a stiff drink, and told. "Hope isn't lost! Your mother called. One of the med school student gave up, and as next in line you are given another chance with a resit exam."

I felt like I had lost all self confidence. He added. "Courage isn't about not being afraid, it is about domesticating your fear, and doing what has to be done to succeed."

I had chamomile tea plus another one of his pills, and still couldn't sleep. His words, about courage and doing what has to be done to succeed kept me awake, till I decided to be courageous.

Next morning was Friday, and Adele would be late. I was up early, had a shower, dressed with one of my usual miniskirts, and prepared breakfast for the two of us. I was absent minded for the morning chat. I kept mentally coaxing myself to be courageous.

After having cleared the dining room table, I washed the dishes and again thought, if it worked for his daughter, it should work for me, and truthfully, you could have done better if you had worked more.

I took a deep breath and went looking for him. He was in the lounge reading his usual newspaper. I handed him the martinet. "Please would you coach me as you must have coached your daughter to be so successful, and punish me as I deserve for my latest failure..."

With all the 'what if' running around between my ears, I just about stopped breathing. "If he laughs ? What will I do..."

He folded his paper without a word, and took the martinet. Then he sternly said. "If my daughter had flunked two major exams I would have given her the cane, six of the best."

I had never heard of the cane nor that, six of the best expression.

"Have you ever before received a good martinet whipping?"

I blushed as I answered. "A long time ago there was a martinet at home, and it..."

He somewhat finished my sentence for me. "And this one is meant for big girls."

I felt my cheeks glowing.

"Since it will be your first real punishment, I will spare you the cane."

"Take off your skirt and knickers, and drop them on that chair."

"OH!"

"Naughty girls are punished on their bare bottom for a more memorable lesson."

I felt a hot glow. I realized that the moment of truth had come. I took a deep breath, and again thought of his very successful daughter. I pushed my knickers down my thighs, and stepped out of them.

"Bend over the coffee table."

I obeyed and blushed as I felt my naked bottom raising up in the air.

"Part your legs to feel the shame of being given la fessée cul nu."

I slowly and and shamefully obeyed. I felt how I was exposing my curls and my upper cheeks burned from the shame of it. I willed myself, you have asked for it, you are not going to chicken out, and you deserve it. You should have worked more!

I felt my bum dancing under the fiery leather thongs, and sang,

"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH! AIE!"

And my upper thighs also tasted the martinet, I sang even louder!

"OH! ARGH! AIEEE! OUCHEEEE! AIEEEEE!"

Then it was done, and I was sniffling.

"Stand in that corner with your hands atop your head."

"sniff... b... but..."

"Yes, Adele will see your bare punished bottom when she arrives."

"sniff..."

Still sniffling, I stood in the corner, and hoped that Adele would be late. I hadn't imagined how severe that martinet would be, my bum and thighs were burning and I was dancing in the corner. Ouch! It stings! I also felt the shame to have been punished like a lazy school girl who brought home a poor report card. Now you know what to expect if you don't apply yourself.