1965 part 1

September 3rd 1965, I was about to land at Heathrow, the London airport. I kept popping my ears as the Air France Caravelle 1A was descending. I was half deaf when the Immigration Officer examined my visa and questioned me, "What will you be studying at Saint Mary of Colchester?" He had to repeat the question. "I will be taking the A-levels, Sir." He then smiled and welcomed me in French, "Bienvenue au Royaume-Uni Mademoiselle !"

 

The Customs Officer waved me through and seemed to smile as I was tugging down my miniskirt while pulling my suitcase on wheels. In France, the miniskirt wasn't as popular as in the UK and it was my first mini. I wasn't used to wearing such a short skirt, but I was quite proud of the sparks in the eyes of the boys.

 

Walking through the sliding "arrival" doors, I saw a girl about my age waving a cardboard sign with Béa, short for Béatrice, written on it. I recognized Maggie from the polaroids we had exchanged by mail. We spontaneously hugged each other and her mother offered a warm smile with, "Welcome to England dear Béatrice."

 

Next was the long drive to Colchester and their house. It was located in an affluent neighborhood, each house had a car. It wasn't much different from home, and their car, as ours, had the wheel sticker of the Rotary International which had organized my student exchange.

They had a cozy living room with a Motorola color television, exactly like ours. I was told, "First thing first call your parents on the telephone." I did and was again reminded that Mr and Mrs Barrington are now my loco parentis, "...and you will be a good girl!"

"Oui Maman !"

 

Maggie was told to show me my room. I followed her up the carpeted stairs and thought that her mini was shorter than mine. I almost saw her knickers.

 I discovered a beautiful room with flowery curtains, a comfy bed, and a desk with text books already covered. She also showed me my school uniform in the cupboard. I wasn't too enthralled by the navy cardigan, the white blouse, stripped tie, and the knee-high socks or the white schoolgirl knickers. The red plaid kilt was short. That should be fun for teasing the local boys. She sighed as she explained, "Although we will be taking our A-levels we still have to wear the school's uniform."

 

Her mother called from the kitchen, "Maggie, please set up the table for dinner, and Béa is to help you."

 

I was shown the drawers with the silverware, "The one on the right with the everyday stuff." said Maggie. From the nearby living room we could hear the radio, and I guessed that her father was back from work.

 

Maggie showed off with juggling a plate. She was very good, and I applauded. She must have felt encouraged and tried with a second plate. The plates went up one after the other. She caught one and sent it back up, and the other one was faster than her and crashed. CRACK!

 

Her mother was out of the kitchen as fast as a Serengeti lioness taking down an antelope for breakfast. Mrs Barrington had the largest wooden spoon I had ever seen. She grabbed Maggie and pulled her over her knees after having sat on one of the dinning room chairs. She then raised her miniskirt and yanked her knickers down to her knees. It was la fessée. I was mesmerized.

 

"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh! Ah! Mum please, I am sorry!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh! Ah! Ouch!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mummy please!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch! Ouch! Sniff... Sniff..."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Sniff.... Sniff..."

 

I hadn't counted the smacks. I thought that it was quite severe, although I had no way of comparing. It was the first time I was witnessing a spanking. She had pedaled her legs and I saw everything. How embarrassing it must have been for her!

 When she was helped back on her feet she was told not to rub, "Or I'll give you another one, and clean up that mess!" Then she turned to me, "I heard you applauding, if you encourage her again I will give you the same as her, and help her clean that mess!"

 

I had also never received a fessée. I stammered as I offered a pitiful, "I am.. am... sorry... very sorry, Ma'am." I couldn't help blushing, but I sure wasn't blushing as red as Maggie.

 

While helping my new sister clean up the debris, I remembered Maman warning me a few days ago, "You be a good girl in Great Britain, or you will taste British discipline!" I now knew what she meant. I might receive la fessée cul nu, although I am eighteen as Maggie.

 

Dinner was next and her father told me to call them Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Edward. I nodded with a smile, and soon lost it as he added, "I was on the phone with your father a month ago to finalize the details of your venue. He was sorry to tell me that you had your baccalaureate on your second attempt and without honors. I assured him that you will have your A-levels with honors on your first attempt. He also said that he has been too lenient with you. "With us if you have poor grades, it is the belt on your bare bottom, and six of the best with the cane for failing grades."

 

I gulped, blushed and almost peed my knickers.

 

Later in Maggie's room, I was quite embarrassed as she raised her skirt and lowered her knickers to rub her still vividly red derriere with Yardley Aloe Vera Cream. She must have seen my bewildered look, and with incredulous eyebrows, asked.

"Huh! You have never been spanked?!"

"Nope... never... what about the cane?"

"It stings like the Dickens!"

"Ah!"

"And you have stripes for a week."

"Oh!"

 

That evening we watched Coronation Street on their telly. There was plenty of words I didn't understand, as if it was mixed with a different language.

 

Later up in our rooms, Maggie played a Beatles' record and I forgot about English discipline as we danced and sang,

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday..."

 

Béatrice and Maggie

To be continued...

 

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Up with your skirt and elbows on the table!

AIE!

 

AIE! AIE!

OUCH!

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This naughty French secretary is late for work...

                                      You are again late !

Bring me the martinet !

Let me have the martinet

Raise your skirt and elbows on the table

I am going to teach you a lesson !

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Victoriana part 10/10 - The Epilogue

Three weeks later, Monsieur Maurice gave us our report cards. Three of us were also given a cane. I was one of them. I knew what it meant. I was to hand my report card and that cane to "Uncle" Harry, who's also the manager of our bank. Madame Yvonne kindly gave us a cardboard picture tube for discreetly carrying our canes.

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 first stroke had me blowing an "ARGHH!" I realized that it was a more severe cane than the one I had tasted after the cheating affair.

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"

./...

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!

./...

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.

Alicia and Penny

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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.

./.

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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