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| This naughty French secretary is late for work... |
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| Bring me the martinet ! |
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| Let me have the martinet |
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| Raise your skirt and elbows on the table |
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| I am going to teach you a lesson ! |
To be continued....
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On Monday, I was back at the bank. Upon arrival, Penny followed me to my office and gave me a copy of her first report card. As I opened it, I noticed that she was wearing a knee-length skirt instead of her usual mini. I wondered if she was punished and hiding reddened thighs. I shuddered at the thought that she might have prepared herself for me to punish her. I could never do that! I invited her to take a seat, and she sat gingerly. My question was answered, and I almost breathed a sigh of relief.
Her report card was similar to my mine, her fluency was good, but her grammar was behind, damned French grammar!
She took a deep breath and confessed. "Mom gave me a belting because Pappy couldn't. I will make the grade Miss. I promise Miss. Please don't give up on me!"
"I am not giving up on you! I have no doubt that we will be bilingual thanks to the Ecole Ecarlate." I didn't add that our bottom would be écarlate till we do. She left my office with a reassured smile.
Time flew, all the wall clocks of the bank seemed to tease me, "This naughty girl is an hour closer to her caning for a poor school report card!"
At 10 AM on the dot our manager's secretary, Penny's aunt, eyed the cardboard tube I was carrying while announcing me. A few seconds later I stood in front of "Uncle" Harry's desk, and instead of inviting me to sit down he said, "What have you got for me Alicia?"
I handed him the letter from Mr Maurice and took the cane out of the cardboard tube.
He read aloud my report card, "Alicia has further improved her French fluency, we have awarded her 16/20 for that performance. On the other hand her grammar and spelling grade of 11/20 is still bellow our minimum requirement of 12/20. With only one more cession to go there's to time to waste. She should be severely punished for that shortcoming. We gave her a cane for your convenience."
"Uncle" Harry called Daddy, reread my report for him, and switched the loudspeaker on. Daddy passed sentence, "Six of the very best!"
I felt my cheeks warming up as I blushed when "Uncle" Harry ordered, "Take your skirt and knickers off, drop them on my desk and keep your hands above your head." I didn't stand for long with my hands atop my head and exposing my tuft. "Elbows on the desk." was his next order.
The second stroke had me stomping my feet and wriggling my bum with another, "ARGHHHH!"
For the third stroke I jumped up and rubbed my blazing bum with both hands, "ARGHHHHHH!"
"Uncle" Harry sternly ordered. "Elbows back on the desk, and that stroke will be repeated!"
"ARGHHHHHHHH!" I felt my eyes watering...
I got the remaining strokes and my derriere felt scorched. I stood in the corner he had indicated with my hands atop my head and sniffled as a well punished "schoolgirl"
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A week later, I was back at the Ecole Ecarlate for my third and last session. During our first class Monsieur Maurice announced, "The three girls who were given a cane with their report cards will stand in front of the class with their skirts up and knickers down."
I wasn't expecting such a corner time and must have blushed as red as a tomato when I raised my school skirt and slowly peeled down my white cotton knickers. I heard a few Ohs! and Ahs! from my classmates.
After that episode, I was a very good girl. I exceeded the standards and my bottom wasn't again turned écarlate.
Four weeks later in London at the head office of the bank I amazed my French examiners!
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After a vacation by the sea with Daddy and Mommy, I took the Eurostar with Penny for Calais. She confessed that she hadn't escaped Mr Maurice's cane.
At the Barclay's branch of Calais the manager and his secretary were close to retirement, Penny and I were virtually managing the branch.
Three years later, we took over a bigger branch in Paris. I was "la" manager and Penny had her own team. We met a few French lovers and married two of them.
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"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...
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| 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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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...
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