Victoriana part 9/10

Penny, one of the tellers, pushed my door and was invited to have a seat. At first she was quite shy, but she gained confidence.

"Miss Alicia, you may not know that our manager's secretary is my aunt. She told me that your future secretary in Calais is retiring. I would like to replace her. I understand that I will have to be French fluent, both my father and my aunt are willing to pay for that ...huh... special school. As a branch teller, I have no future. Please take me with you Miss."

I guessed that her aunt must have come across the invoice for the Ecole Ecarlate and added two and two. Still feeling that belting, I painfully fidgeted in my seat, but managed to keep a smile for Penny. Having a devoted secretary is one of the secrets of success. I accepted her offer with a great grin.

"Yes, I will be happy to have you tag along."

"You won't regret having me I promise!"

"You don't have to be perfectly fluent as a secretary, two cessions should be enough, but that school is no picnic!"

"I know.... I saw Monsieur Maurice yesterday."

While saying that, she absentmindedly rubbed her mini-skirted nates. 

I laughed, "That was l'apéritif!"

"I am hoping not to be caned."

"Oh, but you might be."

"Ah... Que sera sera!"

I philosophically added, "We can't have an omelet without breaking a few eggs, that's a French saying."

Later when she was chatting with our accountant I imagined her red bum showing through her white skirt...

Drawing from Dave Wolfe with his kind permission and our thanks.

For dinner, I joined Josephina at out village's coffee shop. "Yoh Josy how's you?"

With a smile she said, "Yoh Alice, I am well, but my bum is still smarting! Poppa gave me a belting for my poor grades. He made me dance! I hadn't danced as much since I was in college. I got two dozens!"

I told her about my own punishment.

"Whoa! How embarrassing!"

I blushed for the memory.

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A few days later, Monsieur Maurice welcomed us back at the Ecole Ecarlate. We had assembled in the lounge and he called us one by one in his study. As I demurely stood in front of his desk he inquired, "Have you showed your report card to your parents?"

"Yes Sir, but it wasn't exactly my father."

"Hopefully you were nonetheless severely punished."

"Yes Sir, and I was told to give you this letter."

I handed the sealed envelope "Uncle" Harry had given me. Monsieur Maurice opened it and read aloud, "At her father's request, I have punished Alicia for her grades, being below the requirements of your esteemed establishment. She is to show the evidence of her punishment for the school to further chastised her if my ministration wasn't up to its standards."

I didn't know what "Uncle" Harry had written. I sure didn't imagine those lines. and blushed as a peony as I heard them.

Mr Maurice frowned. "What are you waiting for Alicia?"

I blushed the more and turned around. I slowly raised my shortish uniform skirt over my reddened thighs. I remembered the marks escaping my knickers for having looked this morning into my tall mirror.

He approved. "You were well punished. Make yourself presentable and turn around."

I could feel that I still had quite a blush as I again faced Mr Maurice.

He paused before adding. "If you again have poor grades after this cession you will be presenting Monsieur Harry your report card with a complimentary cane provided by us."

I gulped.

Later in our dorm room we were as curious as kittens in heat. We teased each other. "You got a good belting, and it shows if you aren't careful to keep your skirt down." Josy and I hurriedly tugged our skirts down with a blush.

Another girl chimed, "Don't be such prudes!" She raised her skirt as she said. "I also got a belting."

One more turned to Amelia, "Yoh Miss Silky Legs, you've escaped Pappy's belt ?"

She blushed crimson, and we chanted, "Raise your skirt! Raise it! Up! Up! Up!"

She eventually raised it as we danced around her and those behind her stopped dancing with ohs and ahs.

"She was caned, and it looks like six of the best."

"Your report card was that bad?"

"Only 9/20 for grammar and Monsieur Maurice had written that I should be severely punished. Mom got my bro's cane, and I got six."

Geraldine had brought a bottle of bubbly and she got two glasses.

Alicia

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The return of Mr Jardine and a dilemma

 

Knickers up or down ?

Knickers down, don't you agree ?

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Victoriana part 8

A week later, I was back at the bank. The tellers were still competing for who would dare to wear the shortest miniskirt. The cashiers still had a hard time taking their eyes off their thighs. Everyone cheerfully greeted me.

 

I stepped inside my office and dropped my satchel on my desk. I immediately noticed a flyer for the Ecole Ecarlate in the middle of my desk blotter.

Ecole Ecarlate 

Enseignement tradionnel du français

Old fashioned method

Guarantied results !

 Birchwood Manor

Upper Swishingham

I heard the tellers giggling. I had a feeling that it was they who had found that flyer. I blushed as I worried. Could it be that they have guessed ?

I had a sealed letter from the Ecole Ecarlate for our manager. I knew that it is a report for my first 3 weeks because Mr Maurice had said so. It was addressed to him because he had our agency pay for the crash course instead of the London head office. He figured that they would balk for the fee.

I remembered before departing, Josephina had whispered, "If Pop doesn't like that report, I'll for sure get a belting..."

I stepped into my private restroom and dabbed my face with a wet towel to prevent further blushing. Then I was on my way to the first floor.

I was warmly greeted by our deputy manager and the secretaries. I had a cup of coffee with them. Ten minutes later, we were joined by our manager. He was always 10 minutes late as if to say, "Who arrives after me is late." He poured himself a cup of coffee and asked me to follow him into his office.

He closed the door and reminded me. "You remember that your father, my old friend, told me to encourage you..."

I blushed and nodded.

While he sat down with his cup of coffee and he asked. "You must have been given a report card."

I gave him the Ecole Ecarlate letter with his name. He sat behind his desk, sliced it open and slowly read it aloud while I stood in front of his desk.

"Alicia has made great progress with her French fluency. We have awarded her 14/20 for that performance. On the other hand, her grammar and spelling grade of 10/20 is below our minimum requirement of 12/20. We of course know that most exams wouldn't fail her with 10/20, but we feel that our students should excel. With two more cessions to go, we have no doubt that with hard work and proper discipline she will reach our standards."

I couldn't help blushing as a schoolgirl bringing home a barely average report card.

After a short silence, he added as if musing for himself. "When my daughter brought home poor grades, she was belted. Your father decided that I should belt you as I belted my girl."

He continued, "I brought the strap I used to apply to my daughter's bottom." He pulled out of his attaché case a thick belt and doubled it. "Take off your skirt and knickers."

I blushed red and redder till shamefully standing in front of my manager with both hands in front of my fuzzy peach.

"Elbows on my desk. I see that you were caned at school. "Why?"

"I whispered to help out a French girl with English spelling, and was punished for cheating."

"Serves you right!"

Then his belt sizzled my bum and thighs. He didn't count, and I didn't either. I was too busy dancing. "Now for the part that my daughter specially hated, "Stand and turn around." Twice he smacked the front of my thighs exactly under my curls. I danced the twist!

"No rubbing! Hands on your head, and stand in that corner while I your father..."

There was a sudden knock on the door. Someone had worked late. He told me to disappear into his private bathroom. I didn't need to be told twice. Through the door, I heard that it was his secretary. I suddenly realized that my pink knickers and that belt must have remained on his desk.

 I heard her say, "Here is the report you asked for, sir ..." 

After an exchanged or 'good evening' I heard his office door being closed, and he called me out of his bathroom.

I immediately saw that my flowery knickers were still on his desk, but the belt wasn't. I was sure that she would guess that it was my knickers, and that I was hiding in his bathroom. I felt my ears tickling, a sure sign that I was blushing as red as a tomato...

Alicia

 

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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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A few Waldo drawings

 

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