Saturday, November 27, 2021

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Thursday, November 25, 2021

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Sunday, November 21, 2021

Victoriana part 7

As we drove back to the French Crimson School castle, Josy teased, "That was a big slurppy kiss that boy gave you !"
 
Agathe added, "And he had one hand under your skirt!"
 
I laughed, "And the boy who had called you a sassy brunette had both hands under your skirt!"
 
After dinner, we watched a documentary about Marie-Antoinette. One of the French girls said, "The king was taken to the scaffold in a closed carriage, and she was taken in a cart. Those sans-culottes sure weren't feminists."
 
Next morning, Mesdames Olivia and Yvonne took turns scolding us. "You were naughty girls, all of you at the Versailles castle, you will have a blackboard spelling test!"
 
The French girls pulled long faces. We questioned them and weren't offered more than 'you'll know soon enough!'
 
Morning exercises and breakfast were followed by that blackboard spelling bee tests. I was one of the first to be called in front of the class.
 
Monsieur Maurice, with his super French accent, gave me my first word, dépencière. I wrote it on the blackboard with an S instead of a C. He had me raise my skirt and lower my knickers. I now had a very good idea of what would happen for my next mistakes. 
 Narcissique was my next word, and I wrote it with 3 S. I got 6 vigorous hand smacks. Hédoniste followed and I'll never know why I spelled it with an A instead of an O. I was given another 6 more smacks, and would for sure remember how to spell it. For sourcilleux I missed the R and the double L, 12 sharp smacks were added.
The test was over. My bum was glowing. "A pitiful result! Raise and hold your skirt front and back for the martinet."
 
I got the usual 12 strokes, but 2 of the strokes to the front of my thighs had to be repeated because I dropped my skirt while doing a brat dance.
 
  Then it was the turn of the French girls. Marie was the last one. Monsieur Armstrong, with his super English accent, gave her first word, spendthrift. She wrote it on the blackboard without the T and her skirt was raised and her knickers lowered. Narcissistic was her next word, and she got 6 more smacks for having written it the French way with que final instead of C. For supercilious, I whispered O when I saw that she had missed it.
 
"Alicia! That's cheating and cheaters are caned. Come to the front of the class. Raise your skirt, take down your knickers, and bend over that desk."
 
Yikes! The cane! I had never received a caning. I was again bare butt in front of the whole classroom, and I was scared.
 
"Six of the best!"
 
I saw that it was a thin and light cane. I guessed that's why the French girls call it a junior cane. That didn't reassure me. Mr strong-arm had it whistling through the air. I shuddered. 
 
 The first stroke took my breath away. I exhaled with an "ARGH!"
It was the fiercest sting I had ever felt!
The second stroke was below the first one. I had another loud "ARGHH!"
I stomped my feet, feeling that my bottom was laddered, but I knew that it wasn't for having seen Agathe's bum after her caning.
The third stroke was, of course, below the first two. I blew a louder "ARGHHH!"
Stomping my feet, wriggling my derriere, didn't help, and my eyes watered.
With the fourth strokes, my bum no longer made the difference with the previous three. "ARGHHHH!"
After number five and six, I was a well chastised girl. When told to stand, my hands flew to rub my blazing bottom.
 
"Take your knickers and skirt off, and go stand in that corner !" With teary eyes, I removed my knickers and skirt. I left them on that desk and shamefully went to stand in the corner.
 
Alicia
 
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Saturday, November 20, 2021

A few Waldo drawings

 

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Friday, November 19, 2021

Victoriana part 6

 Back at our dorm room and still blushing from having received a bare bottom spanking in front of the class, Marie cheerfully teased, "Have you enjoyed our slipper?"

 
Agathe mischievously added, "We now also know that you are a real redhead!"
 
Josy joined the fun, "You have pedaled as if training for the Tour de France!"
 
I humored them, "That leather sole whatever slipper is nefarious!"
 
They all laughed at my choice of word.
 
Next was dinner with fish and chips. It was perfectly cooked, and the French girls enjoyed as much as us!
 
All those who were punished were teased in good spirit. One of the French girls who had tasted our martinet told, "It sure is more severe than the one we had at home, and getting an additional stroke each time you drop your skirt was devilish! I got 18 instead of 12!"
 
One of us chimed, "Imagine a grade under 5/20, it would be two dozens!"
 
They had a big screen telly, and we watched, "Coming Home" adapted from Rosamunde Pilcher's novel. It was so romantic and so dramatic that we cried buckets.
 
Next morning while having a Franco-British breakfast, it was announced that we would be visiting the Chateau de Versailles.
 
We remembered the magic Marie-Antoinette movie by Sophia Coppola. We paired and waltzed into the hall of mirrors. Then a naughty one had the idea of skidding on the superb marble floor. It was great fun. A few of us fell and continued on the seat of their knickers.
A pair of museum guards came running. "Stop that ! You will scratch the marble!" We laughed, and two of us tried to invite them into a waltz. They didn't want to dance. They spotted our professors and admonished them, "If they were in our care, we would give them la fessée!"
 
A young girl questioned her mother, "Aren't they too old for la fessée cul nu ?"
Her mother had no doubt, "They certainly are not!"
 
Monsieur Armstrong replied, "We can't spank them in the middle of the hall of mirrors!"
 
A group of English school boys wearing very British uniforms with long grey shorts laughed. They obviously had no objection to watching us being spanked.
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The guards were happy to help. "That's no problem, please follow us!" We weren't too surprised to be told to follow. A door with a sign reading 'No Entry' was unlocked. It was some janitorial storeroom with mops, vacuum cleaners, and floor polishing machines.
 
Mr Maurice mentioned, "We should have brought our martinet." Madame Yvonne was practical. "You gentlemen have your belts..."
 
Mr Armstrong called, "Alicia come here. Take your knickers down to your knees and grab your ankles..."
My skirt had ridden till right under my bum. He further raised it. I felt a cool draft followed by a fiery stripe. I remembered Daddy's belt. Monsieur strong arm methodically worked down my bum and thighs. I had let go of my ankles and he warned, "Keep you hands away or I will smack the front of your thighs!" I knew the fierce sting of the martinet on the front of the thighs. I didn't want to compare with the belt. I again grabbed my ankles.
I imagined how those British boys must have heard it all through that flimsy janitorial door. We stepped out of our improvised punishment room with deep blushes. We blushed the more when we saw the welcoming comity of rascals.
One of them howled like a wolf. "Oh! I would love to caress the reddened thighs of that sassy brunette!"
 
Their masters pulled them away, and we gave a high five for Agathe, the sassy brunette. We continued the visit until it was time for lunch.
 
A short walk through the castle's park led us to a coffee shop. Our profs gave us money to buy sandwiches and sat on a nearby picnic terrace. With our snacks, we choose to sit on the picnic lawn. Those British boys spotted us and sat right next to us with their own sandwiches. Properly sitting on a lawn with a short skirt was just about impossible, and the boys had more than glimpses of our knickers. We were, of course, aware of their gleaming eyes, and a few of us gave them an eyeful!
 
 A few of them joined us. One of them offered me a can of coca cola as he sat next to me. "Whats your name?"
"Alicia, and you?"
"Rodger."
"Thanks for the coke Rodger."
"That was quite a belting you got!"
"Have you ever been belted?"
"Oh yes, and I was also caned."
He moved closer and shyly caressed one of my knees.
I smiled. I felt as if back in time, I was again seventeen...
 
Alicia
 
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Thursday, November 18, 2021

Detention for Nicola and Priscilla

Nicola and Priscilla writing lines in detention 

 

Too much whispiring...

Priscilla's lines are messy... SMACK! on the front of her thighs ... Ouch!









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Sunday, November 14, 2021

Victoriana part 5

 Two weeks later Monsieur announced that we would be spending a long weekend in France, near Paris, in Versailles. "It is a small school similar to ours. They are training young ladies to be fluent in English, its called Crimson School." We smiled when we heard the name.

"You will prepare your backpacks with everything required for 4 days. Your uniform for travelling will include red tartan skirts, navy blazers, white blouse, white socks, etc." Madame added, "No make up!"

Next morning Madame inspected us. None of us were wearing make up. We didn't want to travel with martinet decorated thighs.

We took the Eurostar, I saw the Calais station, for a few seconds, it looked very modern. At the Gare du Nord, Gustave rented a minibus, and we took the Francilliene outer beltway to Versailles. During the drive we remembered the French Navy cadets who had wolf whistled us at the Gare du Nord. 'I wouldn't have minded a French kiss with hands up under my skirt.'

The Crimson School was housed in a large manorial estate on the outskirts of Versailles. 

The French girls were wearing uniforms with shortish grey pleated skirts, navy blazers, white blouses, and grey socks. A gentleman dressed with very British tweed welcomed us. He was obviously a Briton. He was joined by a picture perfect British schoolmarm.

Mister Briton offered a short speech. We didn't miss the nutty gritty line. "As your school, we also believe in firm traditional discipline, and my name is Monsieur Armstrong, and my wife is Mrs Olivia."

Then we were paired with the French girls. "Marie, please release Agathe from her corner time. The two of you will be accommodating Alicia and Josephina..." Marie offered a warm smile, and lead us.

We just about stopped in our tracks when we saw Agathe. We assumed that it was her as she was the only girl standing in a corner of the grand hall. She had her hands atop her head, and she was bare from her navel. Amelia exclaimed, "Ouch! That looks like the cane!"

  Her friend gave her back her skirt and knickers. She hurriedly covered her self and gingerly pulled up her petite culotte. She also confirmed, "Sniff, it was six of the best, sniff."

On the way to their dorm rooms, we further questioned her, and she confessed, "I was caught with cribs."

They had a lovely dorm room overlooking the garden. We dropped our backpacks and offered to help Marie with Agathe's after spanking care.

Josy asked if they are "cane happy".

Marie answered, "That cane is rarely used. Their usual implement is an old leather sole, they call it the slipper. Its very stingy!"

I giggled, "A slipper, that's very British."

Agathe was recovering, "Let me guess! They are using a martinet on you!"

We laughed, and a bell interrupted us. We didn't have to be told that it was time for lunch. "Our menus usually have a British flavor, but with your venue it will be a mix."

After lunch it was dictée for us and dictation for the French girls. The grading system was the same as for us, less 4 points for grammar and spelling mistakes, less 2 points for minor mistakes. We were warned, "Less than 12/20 and you will be punished..."

Although I had made some progress, I only had 9/20, and I was due a severe spanking. Madame Olivia had me show how the French girls are punished. While standing by her side, she first had me raise my skirt and to keep it up while she pulled my knickers down. I was blushing even before bending over her desk with my very bare bottom facing the whole classroom.

  Then she spanked my bum and upper thighs with that slipper. I got two dozens smacks, the Crimson School standard tariff. I couldn't help it, I pedaled and stomped the teacher's platform as a well punished schoolgirl, and must have showed everything!

She helped me up and ordered, "Take off your skirt." Red face with my bum and thighs throbbing, I was quite convinced to obey. Then she showed me the corner.

Alicia

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PS : Victoriana part 2 was edited with a pic of Birchwood Manor 

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