A week later, we had to hand over our monthly chemistry paper. It was a team paper, and with working together we hoped to raise our individual chemistry grades.
The prof with his old tweed suit looked older than he actually was since his daughter was one of our friends. One of the Paris 16th good girls, with grey or tartan pleated skirts, exactly like us except that her boyfriend wasn't a biker, but a Vespa guy.
He announced our grades. "For our Franco-American team its a D. You will have that grade signed by your guardian."
He somberly concluded with, "For Sophie, its a C minus."
We weren't too surprised to see her blushing crimson, we knew that she is his daughter. We didn't want to be in her shoes.
We were handed our paper, and below our D we read. "A lot of work for a poor result, but not hopeless. These girls could benefit from my private tutoring."
We weren't too surprised when Aunty ordered. "The four of you, bend over the back of the sofa with your skirts up and your knickers down! That D means sloppy work. I am going to impress upon you the importance of good grades!"
Her martinet's tongs flew left, right, up, and down, from one to the next, and painted red and redder stripes across our bums and thighs. She had us frantically pedaling our legs.
Then we had to face the dining room wall with our hands atop our heads while our bums and thighs throbbed. She also announced that we would be taking that private tutoring offer.
A few days later, we locked our bikes in front a small suburban house. We were welcomed by Sophie's young sister who gave us a teasing smile.
She lead us to her father's study, and we stood frozen with our mouths wide opened. We had discovered Sophie standing in a corner with her knickers around her ankles, and holding her skirt up to expose a well reddened bum.
Monsieur announced that he has just now punished Sophie for her poor work. "And I am hoping that my old friend has also punished you..."
We offered contrite nods, and were told to sit around a large table. He went through our paper, and patiently had us workout our mistakes.
Then he told his daughter to pull up her knickers, and to join us for a quiz. He added for us. "Be warned, I got a call from your guardian telling me not to hesitate to lower your petites culottes for proper encouragement!"
It was a difficult quiz, but he did give us a number of pointers when he saw that we were struggling. He corrected our work, and smiled for Sophie who had finally got it right. "As for you, young ladies, you are still misinterpreting a few formulas. I am going to have you learn them by heart, and I will be starting with you!"
It was me, and my knickers or petite culotte suddenly felt very small.
"Sophie, fetch the learning stool."
She brought a high wooden stool, and set it down in front of the sofa while he pulled out springy bamboo stick out of the umbrella stand. "For lazy girls its la trique! Liliane, come here with your exercise book, and bend over that stool."
He had that trique whistling through the air, while I felt my skirt rising as I was settling my tummy over that stool.
He had raised my skirt!
He had lowered my knickers!
I couldn't help it, I stumbled on the explanation, and there was a loud THWACK! which I echoed with a just as loud,
It took five strokes for me to get that formula right.
"Don't rub! Face that wall while holding your skirt up!"
I was sniffling, and my bum was incandescent. I would for sure never forget that formula!
Jojo got four, Cricri six and Tanka five, same as me.
Home was quite far, but we didn't feel like riding our bikes.
"My bum is a burning inferno !"
"And mine feels like a grilled steak !"
We eventually had to ride our bikes, and we rode above the saddles.
Aunty welcomed us with a strawberry pie, we smiled and sat very carefully. She was curious, and had us again standing, raising our skirts and lowering our knickers.
Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)
To be continued...
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