Saturday, February 20, 2021

Girl Guides part 7/7

Cécile's teasing question about the state of my knickers was properly answered with, "We didn't do it !"
"He didn't touch third base ?"
"Yes and no, it was his knee. What about you and Jack ?"
"First and second bases, then Sister Josephina was snooping around and we had to scamper."
"Ah I am leading !"
"Only by one stunt ! You haven't won !"
 
A few days later, after dinner, our mini chalet welcomed a few friends for a PJ party. Camilla proudly told her first adventure, "His name is Josh, short for Joshua. He had the lamest lines. With my sweetest smile I said, "You're such a romantic boy." He blushed and smiled, but his hand didn't reach over my shoulders. I played with my skirt and gave him a glimpse of my thighs, but I didn't dare flashing my knickers. I closed my eyes and puckered up.
 
After a few very long seconds, I was about to reopen my eyes and ask, "What are you waiting for ?" Then I felt an arm over my shoulders, and next were his lips, they were so soft. His tongue found mine and they both danced. He had his other hand opening my blouse. He couldn't pull away my bra. I felt shivers down my spine as he cupped one of my titties..."
 
Dorothy added, "Same here. He couldn't deal with my bra. We need front closing bras !"
 
Lucinda chimed, "Sister Maria caught me with a front closing bra... She roasted my bum with a leather sole !"
 
With my best professorial voice I announced, "Bra lesson take one !"
 
"Bras are a major hurdle for most boys. Pulling down your shoulder straps should help. If your boyfriend isn't too clumsy he should be able to push it down."
 
Cécile added, "You may also release your bra with having one hand going up under your blouse and unclasping it. It will help that your boyfriend will have already released most of your blouse's buttons..."
 
Lucinda told, "I also tried a baggy blouse and Sister Maria said that I was taking her for an idiot, and..."
Everyone finished her sentence, "And she roasted your butt !"
 
Janine asked, "Could we have a practical lesson ?"
 
Cécile and I agreed. Janine, Lucinda and co dashed back to their chalets for their blouses and bras. A few minutes later I announced, "Bra lesson take two !"
 
I had my arm over Camilla's shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse's buttons with my other hand. "At this point you should unbutton the buttons that your boyfriend missed, and wriggle one hand behind your back..."
 
"Don't wriggle too much. Boys are very shy creatures. He might think that you aren't happy with his ministrations..." Camilla fumed, "Lowering the shoulder straps doesn't help !" I had to agree. "That works only with lighter bras..." She added, "It sure doesn't work with those boy-proof uniform bras, and I can't unclasped it with one hand !"
 
Janine laughed, "Those bras were invented by a mean old Sister !"
 
Lucinda mentioned, "I have to attach mine with both hands on my tummy to see what am doing."
 
Cécile who was training Dorothy suggested, "Bring both your hands behind your back..."
 
Janine, Lucinda and co were next...
 
Suddenly Sister Maria and Sister Josephina invited themselves to our party...
 
"What have we got here ? How to help a boy deal with one's bra ! A special practical lesson by our naughty girls extraordinaire, Brigitte and Cécile..."
After a short but suspense full silence, came the order,
"All of you take off your pajama bottoms and knickers, if wearing any !"
 
  We all blushed as we stood with our curls on show under our uniform blouses. We also had wide eyes for the leather soles they pulled out of their pockets...
 
Our friends were first, and after fifty smacks each they stood with wet eyes and both hands rubbing their very red and very hot buns.
 
Then it was our turn. They had us draped across their knees and vigorously smacked us. I felt four smacks for my bum and two for my upper thighs. That pattern was repeated ten times. That was 60 smacks, and I lost count as she continued. For each smacks to my thighs I echoed Cécile's, "OH! AH! OUCH!" I imagined how Jeremy would have enjoyed the show as I pedaled for the Tour de la Fessée.
 
We also had wet eyes, but we didn't rub. It was still a draw for our contest of who's the naughtiest girl...
 
Cécile and Brigitte
 
Might be continued...

 

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Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Rubbing...

 


 

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Saturday, February 13, 2021

Girl Guides part 6

Ten long minutes later we were called out of our corners. We pulled our skirts down to cover our still incandescent derrieres. We politely asked, "May we please have our knickers back..." After a nod from Sister Maria we climbed on the sisters' dining room platform, and grabbed our knickers.

We didn't put them back on as we followed Dorothy and Camilla to our mini chalet for a royal after spanking treatment. They also enthusiastically cheered us, "Those pranks were awesome, and you took them spankings so bravely !"

For the reminder of the day we played beach volleyball and swam, and the cool lake water felt great. We didn't care that our bikinis showed our well roasted bums. Cécile was again told that her bikini should be plain Girl Guide blue or else !

Then it was Sunday with morning service followed by barbecue lunch at the boys' campsite. A number of girls had their thighs slapped for having rolled up their skirts. One even got a bare bottom spanking for having forgot her bra. We had advised our roommates, "Boys love to be teased ! They are even shyer with girls who have it all on show..."

Their campsite was on the other side of the lake. Our school bus couldn't take all of us, one of the boys' masters came with their school bus. Although it's a Scottish boy scouts camp with all the boys wearing kilts, he was wearing pants. Cécile advised our roomies, "Boys will try to catch a glimpse of your knickers, and you should also play that game with trying to see the color of their shorts !"

I added, "And its a legend that boys wear nothing under their kilts !"

The boys we had met in the train were waiting for us and they gave us chaste pecks on the cheeks. We assembled in front of a stage with all the sisters and counselors. We sat on tree trunks and stumps. I winced and Harry noticed that, "Still tender ?"

I raised both eyebrows as if asking, "What exactly were you told ?"

"Rumors have been around that you and Cécile have pranked the sisters and were copiously spanked with wooden hairbrushes..."

"And ?!"

"Spanked on your bare bottoms in front of everyone in the dinning room .... and had to stand in the corner with your glowing bums on show ..."

I blushed...

"And none of you cried or rubbed !"

I smiled.

We got a sermon from the boys' Head Counselor about procrastination and Jeremy got the message with extending a hand to caress one of my knees. I didn't protest, I even allowed my skirt to wiggle down to offer a better view of my thighs. 

Sister Maria lead the singing. "How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?"

Then it was the barbecue lunch, Jeremy was lucky not to have drawn a specific chore. He only had to entertain me. He did that very well ! I got carrot and celery sticks dipped into tarama, sausages rolled into bacon, l amb chops and a gentle pat on my bottom.

Then I overheard a couple of goody two shoes, "Look at that brazen bizom ! She's flashing that boy !" I hurriedly closed my legs and adjusted my skirt. Jeremy had a wide grin, he had had an eyeful...

I tried to turn my head around as I was pulled up by an ear as a little girl. I heard Sister Ursulina. "Come along nicely or I'll pull you through the camp by the ear !" I obediently followed her to the office of a camp counselor. She sat and pulled me over her knees, "I am going to teach you not to show your knickers to the boys..."

Five minutes later, still blushing, and refraining from tell tale rubbing of my fiery bum I did my best to act as if nothing had happened. I could hear some giggling and comments, "I'll bet that she won't be showing her knickers to that boy for some time !" I now knew that some had heard the resounding spanking I got.

Jeremy was very nice and gave me a hug with my back against a friendly tree and away from prying eyes. His hands were on my bottom between the tree and me. He gently rubbed my skirt over my throbbing derriere. His tongue played with mine for the none too chaste kiss that followed. One of his knees gently opened my legs, and it was so Oh! Ah! Hot!

Later Cécile teased, "Did you wet your knickers ?"

Cécile and Brigitte

To be continued...

 

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Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Embarrasing !


 

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Saturday, February 6, 2021

Girl Guides part 5

Sister Agatha was surprised, her shampoo wasn't foaming as it should, and it had a foul smell. She again tried to have it foaming with running her fingers through her hair. It still wouldn't foam and it released more of that smell. "Another silly French formula, after the face cream with snail slime, the wee-wee shampoo !"
 
She rinsed her hair and had a big whiff from her usual bottle of shampoo. "Pouah!" With a bathrobe she went looking for shampoo from her next door colleague. She didn't go far, she met all of them in the corridor and heard Sister Maria telling, "Spicy Wasabi Japanese mustard in my toothpaste !" Sister Ursulina chimed back, "Liquid soap in my mouth wash !" Sister Josephina added, "Dead flies in my face cream !"
 
Sister Maria had her colleagues nodding as she summed up and offered a battle plan, "We have been pranked, and we can't expect the naughty girls to own up because we ask. We have to trick them..."
 
After more nodding from Sister Ursulina she shared her suspicion and exposed her plan, "I an quite sure that it was those Frenchs, they were on cleaning duty yesterday morning. We will say nothing, we will smile as usual and they will be disappointed. They will want to have a repeat, and we'll set up miniature video cameras in our bathrooms...."
 
Ten minutes later it was breakfast time and Cécile and Brigitte were expecting to discreetly triumph with fuming sisters demanding culprits. Their roommates who were told of the pranks, turned to them with questioning eyebrows. I whispered, "We did do it all, as we told you !" Cécile confirmed with, "Oui, we did !"
 
The day's chores were drawn and we again drew cleaning duty. It was very rare to draw the same chores two days in a row. We should have been suspicious. We weren't and daringly repeated our pranks.
 
Next morning the sisters were again smiling, and Camilla and Dorothy giggled. We were losing face. I drew a yellow ball. The blackboard revealed that I had drawn a day off, our roomies smiled. Then sister Maria announced a "Movie matinée". They wheeled the big screen telly from the library and connected a laptop. Then we discovered that we were the stars of the show with Cécile pouring liquid soap into a bottle of mouth wash, and me spicing up a tube of toothpaste...
 
"Brigitte and Cécile please stand and take a bow for those performances !" We did and even smiled when a few girls discreetly applauded. Next we were invited to stand on the sisters' platform, 7 or 8 inches above the dining room. Sister Maria teased, "You are going to be awarded a BB badge, which isn't related to Brigitte Bardot. The BB badge is for burning bottoms." 
 I was unceremoniously pulled over the knees of Sister Agatha and Cécile was bent over Sister Josephina's knees. With our heads pointing the same way we could see each others face, and all the girls standing and eagerly watching. Without decorum our uniform skirts were pulled up and our knickers peeled down. I hurriedly closed my legs.
 
I soon felt that is wasn't the hand of the dear Sister Agatha warming up my bum. It reminded me of grandma's mahogany hairbrush. Oh! Ouch! She is roasting my buns with a hairbrush ! "SMACK! SMACKK!! SMACKKK!!! SMACKKKK!!!! SMACKKKKK!!!!!" SMACKKKKK!!!!!! SMACKKKKK!!!!!!! SMACKKKKK!!!!!!!"
 
"OUCH! OUiCH!! OUiiCH!!! OUiiiCH!!!! OUiiiiCH!!!!! OUiiiiiCH!!!!!!"
 
She was tanning my ass. I stomped my feet. I pedaled. I wriggled. She brought my right arm behind my back and continued. In this position I could see a few girls laughing and giggling. “She doesn’t look so cool now does she ?” and “Oh I think she is going to cry, poor thing !” Then they burst out laughing. I gritted my teeth and didn't cry ! I even smiled for a millisecond when I heard Camilla answer the teasers, "Oh shut up ! You're nothing but spineless goody two shoes !"
 
Then she had me standing with my knickers around my ankles, and my skirt as the entr'acte curtain dropped to cover my fiery moon. Sisters Ursulina and Maria were next. Both my wrists were grabbed behind my back and a knee was pushed between my legs as my skirt was again raised. I couldn't tell if I blushed as red as my derriere when I imagined what I was showing. I understood that part one was played by an amateur, part two was the work of a maestro ! I didn't try to figure the feminine of maestro. I was too busy singing the well punished naughty girl's song, "OUiCH! OUiiCH!! OUiiiCH!!! OUiiiiCH!!!! OUiiiiCH!!!!! OUiiiiiiCH!!!!!!" I sang it even louder than before when she smacked my thighs, "OUiCH! OUiiCH!! OUiiiCH!!! OUiiiiCH!!!! OUiiiiCH!!!!! OUiiiiiiCH!!!!!!"
 
I was finally stood up and my skirt was rolled up above my blazing butt. A few girls mouthed some "Oh! Whoa!" I had sent my knickers flying, the good sister picked them up. "After ten minutes in the corner you will nicely ask for them..."
 
In the corner I exposed my glowing and burning bum, but I hadn't rubbed. I would later be told that Cécile had also refrained from rubbing.
 
Cécile and Brigitte
 
To be continued...

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Wednesday, February 3, 2021

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Saturday, January 30, 2021

Girl Guides part 4

That evening our little chalet was over crowed. Everyone had brought sweets and chanted, "Come on Frenchy tell us about boys !"
 
"As I was saying, boys are as shy as you..."
Cécile repeated, "They are shyer !"
"They have to take the first step, and they have clumsy lines. If you don't like the boy, laugh for his silly lines that will be the end of him. If you like him, just say "That's so cute...""
Camilla asked, "What if he I like him and he tells me such a lame line as, "It is a lovely evening...""
"Tell him, "Sunsets are so romantic" If you really like him add, "With a friend...""
Cécile added, "If you want to bag him, "Sunsets are so romantic with you !""
"Next he should have his arm over your shoulders, and you close your eyes and pucker up !"
Dorothy had another question, "What if he doesn't have his arm around my shoulders, and only offers another lame line such as, "You're right, it is a lovely sunset..."
"Then take his hand and bring it onto your left tittie while saying my heart feels romantic..."
Cécile giggled, "And close your eyes and pucker up !"
 
There was plenty of naughty dreams that night...
 
Next morning Camilla and Dorothy had me again draw a ball from the bag for our day's chore. They were obviously hoping that I would again draw the shopping ball. I drew a yellow ball, and the unveiling of the blackboard revealed that we are to clean the big house.
 
We had all the chairs of the dining room upside down on the tables and mopped the floor. We continued with the kitchen, the pantry, the storeroom and library. Then Camilla and Dorothy got the big vacuum cleaner for the carpet of the offices, and we went up to the floor with the rooms of the sisters. 

It was an opportunity not to be missed and we were very creative. For Sister Maria it was wasabi flavored toothpaste. Sister Agatha got wee wee improved shampoo. For Sister Josephina it was dead flies buried into her face cream, and Sister Ursulina's mouthwash was mixed with liquid soap. Cécile was the voice of reason, "Brigitte ! Don't add too much soap, we don't want her to choke !" I added water, and even tasted it to be sure. "Yuck!"
 
Our chores done it was time for lunch, and later we took the swimming test for canoeing. First it was jumping fully clothed from the pontoon and disrobing in the water. Sister Maria warned, "If you grab the pontoon you will be disqualified."
 
I took a deep breath and underwater I took my shoes off. Then I surfaced and threw them onto the pontoon. Next were my blouse and skirt. Everyone thought I was ready to swim till the buoy, but I had a surprise. I threw my bra and knickers on the pontoon. Sister Maria bellowed something I didn't hear, I was already swimming towards the buoy.
 
I swam back and Sister Maria was waiting. She didn't hand me a towel ! She pulled me over her knees and dried my naked bum with a flurry of smacks. I stomped my feet when I didn't pedaled my legs and was soon all dried up. I again didn't rub my fiery booty as I am still competing with Cécile for the title of naughtiest girl guide. Then I was allowed to get dressed, and officially listed as allowed to take a canoe out on the lake. All the newly approved canoeists tried not to giggled when told that the campsite of the boys on the other side of the lake is off limits.
 
 Later when in bed, Cécile and I told Camilla and Dorothy how we have pranked the bathrooms of the sisters. "Pity that we can't see the face of Sister Maria when she'll be brushing her teeth with wasabi spiced toothpaste !"
 
Cécile and Brigitte
 
To be continued...
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