For the first day of our Thanksgiving break our French butts had tasted an American belt, and we concluded it in the family's Jacuzzi with Jojo and Tanka.
Next morning early, was cooking the turkey we had prepared the evening before. With four girls at home, Aunty Janet had been the Chef, and gave each of us a precise task. With our butts tingling we did our very best!
Then it was the traditional Thanksgiving lunch, Uncle Tom carved the turkey, and we enjoyed a great meal. We usually have turkey for Noël in France, and were more interested in the pecan pie we had learned how to prepare.
The banter was very friendly, there was no ill feeling for our naughtiness and our belting. We had another Zoom meeting with our families back in France, and they weren't told of our misbehavior and punishment.
Friday was Aunty Janet taking us shopping for proper Sunday dresses. She had arranged that with our mothers back in France, and we didn't have to pay for them, phew! We had lunch at "Baja del Mar" and ate jumbo shrimps with our fingers dipped in Jalapeno Salsa plus French fries.
Saturday was the official Marines Thanksgiving reunion with families. We wore our pretty dresses, a general made a short speech, and we were introduced to the French liaison officer, a lieutenant colonel who's wife remembered us when we were little. Their son was a snob who immediately told us that he is a Berkeley postgraduate. I had a good mind to fire my double barrel name, but Tanka must had found him dishy as she was having her best puppy eyes.
Jojo and Tanka had plenty of friends, and words were soon out that we are French. Two boys tried their high school French on us. We complimented them, and they escorted us to the lavish buffet. It was decorated with a pilgrim and an Indian scene made of carved pumpkins. We weren't offered to taste Californian wine, and didn't try a sneak gulp.
Turkey medallions wrapped in smoked bacon were followed by cranberry pies, and a small band took the stage to play classic rock and roll. The general opened the dance floor with his daughter. The colonels followed with their wives. Uncle Tom first danced with his wife before dancing with the four of us. I noticed that he his wearing the red ribbon of the Légion d'honneur after his American ribbons. I didn't ask why, it would have been rude.
The band stepped up the pace of its rock and roll, and a younger crowd took the dance floor. We were invited by the boys who had tested their high school French on us. Harry, my dance partner, had me twirling and my full skirt flew. I sensed that I had showed my knickers, I heard a couple of 'Ohs!' and 'Ahs!' and didn't mind too much. Isn't teasing the boys part of the fun with rock and roll?!
"For the French girl it was the belt, as for her I don't know what it was..."
"It looks like the vacuum cleaners's extension cord."
"Haha! Or the one of the sewing machine."
I realized that everyone had seen that I was belted, and felt my upper cheeks warming up. I was for sure blushing crimson.
Harry as a true gentleman acted as if he hadn't heard. He offered. "Would you like an ice cream cone?" He led me away from them church mice. towards the ice cream counter. I had an embarrassed smile, and followed him.
On the way I saw another girl hastily holding down her skirt, and realized that I wasn't the only to have tasted a fatherly belt, or temporary uncle in my case.
Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)
To be continued...
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