Two months later, the last fessée I got was given by Miss Tennis Coach, and she must have leather hands. She spanked harder and longer than Monsieur. She sure had added fire into my backhand!
Before sitting in the big exam room, a few friends greeted me. "Whoa Tricia! You look great!" I blushed for the sincere compliment. I did feel great with having trimmed my derriere thanks to running and tennis.
After three hours of exams in the morning it was a lunch break at the cafeteria with more compliments, and a few boys having another look at my miniskirt. Anne-Lise, or Lisa, my best friend asked for my secret diet. I only told her about having learned to play tennis and jogging. I didn't tell her how I have been encouraged!
Three more hours of exam, and Monsieur picked me up. He was given the exam subjects as soon as they were handed to us, and had researched them. We went other each questions and we both smiled, but we didn't sell the bear's skin before having killed it! Adele who had quietly listened, discreetly put a bottle of Champagne in the fridge.
For two days I didn't have to be told to run faster, and had morning and afternoon tennis lessons. I even scored a set against my coach, only one tho, a victory nonetheless. Monsieur had me do more Tai Chi breathing exercises. I nonetheless needed sleeping pills.
On the day, he again drove me, and Lisa applauded when she saw me. "You're on top!"
"You're kidding!"
"No! Here, have look."
She had a copy of the results, and I was indeed on top. I hugged Monsieur and gave him a peck on each cheeks. Lisa was next for hugs and kisses. Then Monsieur said that he would be picking me up later. "You first celebrate with your friends."
Lisa who had barely made it kept asking how I had done it, and, "Was that your grandpa?"
"He is my lodger, he's a retired General, Saint Cyr, four stars, and he has been helping me."
"And what about your figure?"
"Told you, tennis and jogging."
I just couldn't tell her more!
Later, back home, Monsieur had invited my parents and we celebrated with Adele's champagne. As I helped her in the kitchen with the canapés, I noticed that the martinet had disappeared. The secret of my success wasn't mentioned to my parents. They visited my room, and the cane which would have stung my derriere if I had failed, had also disappeared. Miss Tennis Coach didn't tell them more than I took a set from her. It was a great day.
Later when they had left the martinet and cane were returned to their usual places. I knew that it would be uphill for quite a few years, but I felt confident, and had to admit that I look great. Maman and Papa had also said so!
A month later I had my first report card, it was one of the best in the class with 11.41/20. I was disappointed. I knew it was a far cry from the 14/20 required by Monsieur, and that I would be punished. I wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but knew how I had achieved my great resit results. The little wheels between my ears chanted louder and louder. 'You deserve to be punished cul nu as a lazy schoolgirl.' I agreed.
I took the martinet from the apron cupboard, and Adele sympathetically smiled while I blushed. I handed my report card, and the martinet to Monsieur. He took both with a frown. While he read it I took off my skirt and knickers and waited for the verdict with my hands atop my head.
"What have you got to say for yourself?"
"I am very sorry Sir."
He was very stern as he told. "With being first for the resit exam, you have demonstrated your abilities, therefore it will be a new disciplinary regime. Between 14 and 12 its the martinet, between 12 and 10 its the belt, below 10 its the cane."
I gulped, and he took out his alligator belt. I had tasted it twice before, and knew the intense sting, and the wide red welts which took longer to disappear then those left by the martinet.
I sang after three strokes across my bottom.
"OH! AH! AIE! AIEE!"
For the fourth one I rubbed, and sang even louder as my thighs tasted the belt.
"OH! ARGH! AIE! AIEE! OUCH! OUECHEE!"
Twice I couldn't help rubbing, and twice my thighs were decorated front and back.
I was well punished, and wriggled my fiery bum and sniffled for the better part of my corner time. The little wheels between my ears merciless chimed. "Well deserved, and let that be a lesson to remember!"
Next day, back at the uni, on the way to the cafeteria, Anna who had barely made the basic 10/20 was telling that she had made up an excuse to avoid returning home for the weekend.
Suddenly she had a surprised. "OH!"
"What?"
"Just now, down the park's alley, the wind blew Chantal's mini, and there can't be any doubt, she got a fessée!"
"Huh..."
As everyone I knew that Chantal had been issued a warning for having flunked the math quizz. I looked down the alley mentioned by Lisa, and the wind again blew her miniskirt. She caught it as fast as she could, and nonetheless deeply blushed.
I hadn't missed her well reddened bum escaping her knickers, and agreed. "Yep, thats quite a fessée!"
I remembered my belting, and blushed in retrospect. Lisa didn't noticed that, but she didn't miss another naughty gust of wind blowing the front of my skirt. It revealed my white girlish knickers, and belt decorated thighs. I hastily adjusted my skirt with a shameful blush.
Anna had an, "AH!" as if to say. 'Now I understand.'
The cat was out of the bag!
Patricia
To be continued...
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