A month had passed, and we were given our report cards. We were past the age of returning them to our head professor with the signature of our parents, but Aunty demanded them as soon as we were back from Polythec. We had of course unrolled our skirts when we handed them to her. She was sitting behind the dining room table, and we stood at attention while she read them. She took her time, and had us fidgeting.
"Christiane, C minus in math, if you haven't improved that grade by next month its a bare bottom martinet whipping."
"Sorry Aunty, I'll do better, I promise!"
Beside, that warning for Cricri we had sailed through the report card day with peachy bums. Cricri was red-faced while we slowly exhaled. Phew!
A week later, Tanka had fished her dream like French boyfriend with a big motorbike. He had the perfect bad boy look with a black leather bomber, and pointy santiags boots. He called her Baby, gave her a black helmet, and she hopped behind him. It was indeed a big bike, and it roared down Avenue Mozart while her rolled-up good girl pleated skirt flew to reveal her Mickey knickers.
They joined us for a drink at our fav café. A couple of bimbos with jeans so tight that they looked painted on their bum were green with envy. Then Tanka and bad boy roared back up the avenue.
After classes as we rode back home, she was glowing when telling us. "His name is Jean-Pierre, I am calling him Pierrot. He is so proud of having an American girlfriend that he calls me Baby, and the bike is a Kawasaki Ninja."
ojo, her sister, giggled. "And you've showed your Mickey knickers to half the 16th arrondissement!"
Less than a minute later Tanka was back with the martinet, and she was blushing as red as a peony. Aunty ordered. "Skirt up, knickers down and grab your knees."
With wide back and forth moves she whipped her bum and thighs, and we understood that it isn't a martinet for little girls because Tanka swayed her bum under the stingy leather strands, and her skirt eventually dropped down.
We hadn't counted the number of strokes, but Aunty wasn't done. "Take your skirt and knickers off, and again grab your knees." With her ankles free of her knickers, and well exposed to the martinet without her skirt, Tanka did quite a dance and even flapped her arms.
"Don't rub! Hands atop your head, and ten minutes in the corner. Liliane, please add ten minutes to the timer."
Five minutes passed, and Tanka was no longer dancing and sniffling in the corner. The timer buzzed. "You will remain cul nu for doing your homework at the dining room table." We left her working in the dining room with her knickers, skirt and martinet on the table.
We closely examined her. Jojo, with her usual humor, had a magnifying glass. "Well defined stripes, crimson, barely blueish, that girl won't want to show her legs to the boys for two or thee days."
Cricri echoed. "Vintage martinet would you say Watson?"
Tanka sighed. "There goes my Pierrot, he's going to think that I am squirty little girl that still gets her butt tanned!"
Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)
To be continued...
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