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Saturday, May 10, 2025

Ruling out missbehaviors...

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Sunday, May 4, 2025

On Sunday I visited Daddy and Mum. I wore an above the knees skirt without a thought for my still decorated thighs. Daddy soon noticed that, "You've joined the new gym's discipline program, and you've lost a few pounds, well done !" Mum didn't miss my chirpy mood. "You have found a boyfriend ?"

I had a radiant smile as I proudly described my catch, "Yes! His name his Ian. He has sparkling blue eyes. He graduated as an engineer, made plenty of money as a star of the Tour de France, retired, bought a super bike shop, and still follows the Tour to adjust the champions bikes. He also speaks French, made me taste frog legs."

"You have to bring him home for lunch."

"Yes Mum !"

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Saturday came back, I had less that six pounds to shed. Actually it was very close to six, but Miss Fritton spared me.

Morning was about pool lengths, treadmills and machines with pulleys and weights. We didn't whisper! Lunch was light. We would have loved to have seconds!

The afternoon was going to be special, we are to host a tennis tournament with neighboring clubs and gyms. The folks and friends off all participants are invited. As us they soon noticed that other clubs have copied the Westgate adult gym discipline program.

Miss Fritton visited our locker-room and offered a pep-talk. "There's nothing wrong with loosing a set or a game after a proper effort, but don't loose one for having slacked !"

Our tennis skirts weren't the shortest and our tennis knickers weren't the skimpiest. A few of us inspected each others, "Well, there's no doubt that your were belted this morning."

I sighed, "Very embarrassing with all those people."

Chrissy chimed, "What are you sighing about, your thighs were spared !"

I laughed. "No need to wait for your backhand to have your little skirt flying and exposing your crimson butt jutting out of your tennis knickers. Hahahaha! You didn't have to dip so much bread into the garlic butter of the frogs!"

She won her first game in two sets, a few more pounds behind her backhand made a difference.

She teased back, "Garlic butter power !"

The door of the next locker room had remained opened. We heard and the more curious cats saw how that tennis club dealt with a "slacking" girl. She hadn't slacked, Chrissy had a very powerful backhand.

It was my turn. I won the game after a second set. "Phew!" She was a tough cookie. I was so proud of myself, and waved for Ian in the stands.

From another locker room we heard, "You could have taken her! Skirt up, drop your knickers, grab your ankles..." She was another unlucky girl, I was faster, and eventually ran her breathless.

It was peachy for us, we were ahead. We did our best, were weren't afraid of being punished when we lost a game. All those clubs were poor copies of Westgate, Miss Fritton and her assistants had a better understanding of traditional methods of encouragement.

The shorter skirts, the skimpy knickers and the red bottoms of our opponents didn't help them. They were on edge, they made mistakes. One of them tried to return Chrissy's cannon ball with an over extended forehand, she lost her racket.

I didn't need four sets to wrap my next opponent. I didn't massacred her, I even gave her a set. On the way back to our lockers, I heard that she was to get another belting.

I walked in, "Not fair, she did her best!" Her coach grabbed my hand and twisted my arm behind my back. I felt her belt clumsily whacking my derriere.

I didn't get a second whack, I heard Miss Fritton, "Take your hands off my girl or I'll break your arm!" I was released, and thanked Miss F. All the girls of that team walked out, and joined their folks in the stands.

For the third and last round we won most of our games. "Hip! Hip! Hurrah for Westgate!" A few girls who weren't too far from our village walked out on their club, and joined us.

After the award ceremony Miss Fritton invited all of us for champagne, boyfriends included. I felt one of Ian's hands patting my bum and whispering in Franglish, "Nothing like a bonne fessée cul nu for a naughty girl, I will have to remember that!"

Janet

To be continued....

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