Saturday
morning I was in the corner with my skirt and knickers around my
ankles, to expose my well taught seat of learning thanks to a dozen
strokes of Monsieur's belt. We had an early morning homework session
because we are expecting the visit of his daughter, and I messed up a
simple exercise. I was praying that my ten minutes of corner time would
be up before her arrival, and my skirt hiding my shameful
punishment.
No
such luck, the doorbell has just chimed, and Lisa is already opening
the door. I adjusted my hands atop my head to further fold my elbows and tried to disappear into my corner.
"Good morning Ma'am, I am Lisa."
"Please to meet you dear Lisa, may I introduce my older daughter Bérénice who is eighteen."
"Bonjour Mademoiselle."
"Please call me Lisa."
"Then I'll be only Bérénice."
"And who is the naughty girl in the corner?"
"Trish, huh, I mean Patricia, my roommate."
I now had to turn around to face them and curtsy. I of course, couldn't avoid showing my curls and shamefully glowed. They both greeted me with kind smiles, and her daughter seemed to have blushed.
I
was returning their greetings when Monsieur appeared, and told that my
corner time was up. He hugged and exchanged pecks on each cheek with his
daughter and granddaughter while I hurriedly pulled up my knickers and
skirt. I also couldn't help rubbing my still blazing bum.
Adèle, his old maid, was behind Monsieur, and she exchanged bises on each cheek with his daughter and granddaughter.
Bérénice was told to help us serve canapés and apéritifs. She very obediently said, "Oui, Maman."
As
we had sat for lunch Monsieur's daughter announced that she is to take
command of the Kourou air force base. She smiled, as she added for her
father. "It might mean my third star, and I will have caught up with
you!"
"Get a fourth one, and I'll be happy to be saluting you first!"
She also told that her daughter wants to be a ballerina. "...but she failed her choryphée exam at the Ballet de l'Opéra de Paris. She will retake it after a term at L'Académie de Danse de Madame Margot."
Monsieur questioned his daughter. "Your idea or your mother's?"
"Mine, but she has fully agreed."
Bérénice confirmed that with a smile.
"Is that academy any good, and full board?"
"Its full board and the best. Madame Margot isn't a softy!"
Bérénice had blushed for that last comment from her mother.
Monsieur
offered. "While you are in Kourou, she is welcome to say with me on
weekends, but she will be subjected to the same discipline as Patricia
and Lisa."
His daughter thanked him, and after after lunch, Bérénice was told to get her blue tutu, and to show us what she can do."
Lisa got her violin, Monsieur and his daughter sat at the two pianos. I was asked to take a tambourine, and we played La Bayadère.
Bérénice
surprised us by her graceful dancing.
She seemed to fly above the
parquet floor of the lounge. We also saw how her petite culotte couldn't
fully hide her well reddened derriere.
We all enthusiastically applauded as she bowed.
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After
having warmly complimented her, Monsieur turned to me. "Patricia,
please tell Bérénice what happens when you have been punished at your
private lessons."
"We have to stand bare bum in the corner for ten minutes."
"Bérénice, you have been punished at your dance academy, haven't you?"
Head down she confessed. "Oui Pappy."
"Take off your tutu and knickers, and stand in the corner with your hands atop your head for ten minutes."
"Pappy please! It is so embarrassing!"
"Hasn't your mother ever made you stand in the corner?"
"Yes, but it isn't the same!"
Monsieur laughed. "It isn't the same because Lisa and Patricia will see your red moon!"
Then
he admonished her. "You knew how severe that dance academy would be,
and you choose it nonetheless, and you have have been punished. You will
now further assume your choice and your punishment with standing bare
ass in the corner for ten minutes."
She pouted, and her mother added. "Cul nu! Now,
before I tell Lisa to get the cane!"
She
lowered her head to accept defeat, and to hide her red face as she took
off her tutu, and blushed as red as a tomato when she lowered her knickers.
Once she stood in the corner, we could count the strokes of the cane
Madame Margot had given her. It was indeed six of the best.
A month later, with Monsieur, we collected her from the airport for her
first weekend with us. I was driving with an A on the rear window, and
she teased. "Did Pappy teach you? Did he spank your on the curbside
when you messed up."
Monsieur laughed. "I will start teaching you this weekend, and a spanking on the curbside is an excellent idea!"
"Pappy!"
Once
at home, she left her weekly report card on the dinning room table, and
without been told she went to the house's dedicated corner, unbuttoned her
pleated skirt which dropped into a puddle around her ankles.
We
then spotted the wide purple marks of a belting escaping her knickers.
Then she started blushing as she lowered her knickers.
She let go of
them as they had reached mid tights, and they fluttered down her legs
till resting on top of her skirt. She was then blushing as red as her
well decorated bum. There was no doubt, Bébé had been a naughty girl,
and was well punished.
Later, we told her of our first taste of the cane, and she told the whole story about that dancing lesson...
Patricia and Lisa
To be continued...
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