She followed me, and I introduced her to Adele who told her with a teasing smile to get an apron. She discovered the martinet, and froze for second before taking the first apron at hand. She then helped me prepare a mixed salad with slicing tomatoes. She was shy because of Adele, and I did the chatting for the two of us.
We both set up the table while Monsieur opened a great bottle of wine. "You do like good wine, Lisa?"
"Oui Monsieur."
She added that her uncle has a small winery near Bordeaux.
"How long have you known Patricia."
"About ten years Sir."
We chatted about wine and music. She was asked if she plays an instrument.
"I play the violin, but I am only an amateur. I wasn't as assiduous as Tricia with the piano."
Monsieur didn't miss that!
"Not as assiduous as Patricia, hum, something to remember."
She blushed, and I rescued her. "She's actually a great amateur!"
He changed the subject. "Do you have a boyfriend."
"No, I don't, Sir."
"What about sports?"
"I did dance for two years."
"Classic?"
"Oui Monsieur."
"Why only two years? Let me guess, not assiduous?"
She again blushed.
I again rescued her. "She's a great tennis player..."
It was a pleasant lunch with Monsieur teasing Lisa as he questioned her.
He moved on to the lounge with his coffee. It was the signal for us to clear the table. After having loaded the dishwasher, I gave her the martinet. "Time to atone naughty girl!"
She took a deep breath, and went back to the lounge to give Monsieur her report card and the martinet. He took both with a stern frown. As I had told her, she confessed.
"I am sorry Sir. I have been lazy, and barely made an average grade. I deserve to be punish, would you please punish me, and coach me in the future..."
Having said that she took off her knickers with quite a blush, and dropped them on the coffee table.
I sat next to Monsieur on the big sofa while she slowly raised her skirt and blushed the more.
I read her report card over Monsieur's shoulder. "Oh! Whispering in class! What a naughty girl!"
Her blushing turned to fuming! I saw that she had trimmed her muff.
Monsieur raised the front of my skirt, and applied two vigorous smacks to my thighs.
"AIE!"
"Be quiet Patricia! I am the one who comments, not you!"
I rubbed, and thought I had seen her smile.
"An average of 10.07 is highly unsatisfactory! With my regular disciplinary regime it should be the belt, but I will be lenient for a first punishment, and you will receive la fessée au martinet."
He stood and applied two very fast lashes to her bum.
She cried out. "AIE! OUCH!" and dropped her skirt.
"Keep your skirt!"
She again raised her skirt, and the back and front of her thighs tasted the martinet. She sang even louder, "OUICHEE!" and again dropped her skirt!
I had tried to mimic for her to keep it up, but it was too late.
"Skirt up!"
She sniffled and obeyed. Her thighs were again whipped. Then she endured half a dozens strokes to her bottom before again dropping her skirt.
"Skirt up!"
She danced as her thighs were again visited. "AIEEEEEE! OUICHEEE!"
She eventually got her fessée, was sent into the corner, and told to drop her skirt around her ankles.
"And keep your hands above her head."
She was sniffling, and did the dance I had practiced three days ago. The dance of wriggling her bum to vainly try to cool it. Adele came to store the silverware in the buffet, and Lisa blushed almost as red as her fiery butt.
The bell of the front door chimed and Monsieur told me to go and open. It was Miss Tennis Coach. I greeted her. "Good afternoon Ma'am." She noticed Lisa in the corner and asked. "Your friend?"
"Yes Ma'am, my old friend Anne-Lise or Lisa, in med school with me."
She then saluted Monsieur. "Bonjour Henri, you're taking on another girl?"
"Yes Agatha, she is a nice girl, she has what it takes, and deserves to be helped and encouraged."
Then Miss told Lisa to turn around. She sheepishly did so with her hands still atop of her head.
"Do you play tennis?"
"Yes... sniff... Miss."
"Excellent, I can't wait to see you play against Patricia."
Monsieur told Lisa to return into her corner.
"Please take her to Decathlon for a proper outfit, and a classic bicycle. Here is my card."
Miss Coach cheerfully ordered. "Lets go girls! Lisa don't forget your skirt and knickers!"
She had a Jeep and the top was off. Lisa still rubbing her thighs was invited to sit next to her. She followed my lead, and very politely said. "Yes Ma'am." I sat behind.
At the sports supermarket, I saw a spark in the eyes of the young attendant, I was sure he had recognized me. Ma'am chose the same tennis outfit as mine, and Lisa's eyebrows just about left her forehead when she saw that short pleated skirt. I was told to get her the same running shorts as mine. When I came back the attendant was helping Lisa with trying sports shoes.
She was blushing, she had obviously noticed how he was having an eyeful of her martinet decorated thighs. We loaded her classic bike in the Jeep, and returned home.
I showed her to her room. She was surprised. "Its twice the size of my campus studio!"
Next was my room. She saw the cane behind my door. "Oh! Its like a trique pour les garçons. One of my cousins had three strokes across the seat of his shorts, and he bawled like a banshee."
"Boys are softies!"
"Monsieur promised me six strokes on the bare if I flunk a test. So you can expect the same."
It must have been a reflex. She had both hands rubbing her skirt over her bum.
Next I told her that we would be sharing the bathroom, "We have a Jacuzzi
bathtub!"
"Oh I want a bath, a long soothing bath!"
We stripped, and shared the big tub."
Patricia and Lisa
To be continued...
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