Sunday, April 3, 2022

For Devlin

Devlin O'Neill from the US was a friend of O&P although he wasn't a player of our game. 
 
He is now looking over us from a little cloud.
 
He was the first to have published a few of my stories thus significantly increasing the exposure of our blog "O and P spanking stories" which is meant to advertise our Oaks and Pines role-play game.
 
He also taught me a few things which improved my writing, especially about punctuation!
 
Thanks Dev!
 
In our sky, wherever we are, we are now sharing a new star.
 
B

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Pom-pom part 7

I now had an American boyfriend, and so did Loulou. Belinda and Lilla wanted to know if American boys are as good kissers as French boys.
Loulou chuckled, "Next year you will be in France, and will compare for yourselves."
I added, "It isn't about French or American boys its about us girls educating them!"
Loulou wisely added, "You be sure to let the boys think that they have taught you!"
 
A week later in college it was report card day. Our head teacher who is also our English literature teach handed out our cards with comments. "Elisabeth, being French and having an F in French is a shame!" I wanted to say that it was an accident, that I tried to help a friend, and couldn't do more than blush. Then I read the comment from the French teach, "Whispering the answer for a classmate..." Phew! I was relieved, I wasn't branded as a cheater.
 
Later, back home, I told Belinda, Lilla and Loulou, "We all have more than the 70% average, Miss G.I. Jane should be happy!"
Belinda didn't cheer. "We both have an F, that means Miss Coach's belt!"
"Ah!" I blushed.
Lilla added, "You're both lucky not to have been called cheaters, that would have meant the belt on the bare in front of the whole team!"
"Oh!" I blushed the more.
 
Two days later was cheerleading practice. As soon as we had changed into our uniforms Miss G.I. didn't waste time. She called us one by one. When it was my turn, I gave her my report card, and eyed the belt on her desk. She bellowed, "What! An F in French! I am going to give you a fessée as they say in French. A fessée for an F, how appropriate!"
 
She stood and sternly ordered, "Bend over and hold on to my desk!"
She flipped my short skirt up, grabbed my knickers at the waistband and pulled them up into a wedgie so hard that I gasped. I felt that my bum was quite bare, but I was relieved not to have my knickers around my knees.
 
Papa had belted me a few times, and he was no slosh, but Miss Jane's belting was something else. From the first stroke I felt a streak of fire across my bum and danced from foot to foot. Quite a few more followed and she also smacked my upper thighs. 
"AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE! AIE!"
 
  Next was first rubbing my thighs, then my bum, then drying my eyes, and again more rubbing for my bum and thighs, and more drying of my eyes. All of that while dancing on the spot. I was well punished, my bum and thighs were fiercely throbbing. I turned around and saw glimpses of crimson belt marks on my thighs. There would be no doubt, that I was well belted. I very carefully pulled my knickers out of my valley. Sniff...
 
I again heard some giggling, and this time it was followed by an, "Ouch!" I was later told that Loulou and Lilla had kicked a couple of gigglers.
 
Next was Belinda. She got a few extra whacks, because it wasn't her first belting. There was some lewd whispers, and they were followed by several "Ouchies!" The Franco-American adopted sisters stuck together.
 
Then we took to the field to train for the Nationals, and the boys had not one but two eyefuls
 
Babette and Loulou
 
To be continued...

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Saturday, April 2, 2022

Woodshed or basement ?

 


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Further more our friend Asa at Spanking Emporium has started to publish our four hands story :

Marie and Jean met Lucy and George

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Thursday, March 31, 2022

On a windy day



 
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Sunday, March 27, 2022

Pom-pom part 6

The Cowboys girls showed us how to conclude our French cancan with splits. Captain Veronica had our coach frowning when she asked, "What about having those who can't do a good split turn around, bend over and wriggle their bums as classic cancan dancers do?"
"Yes, but it must be done in good taste and spirit!"
 
A few weeks later it was Game Day hosted at home. The commentator announced, "Russel Tigers vs the Austin Spurs, and our cheerleaders the Russel Stars will debut their new routine. Please welcome them!"
 
We took to the center of the field and mounted our new three level pyramid with Veronica doing a split on the shoulders of the two girls on top. Next the pyramid seemed to crumble in slow-mo with Vero and the two top girls slowly tumbling down and lower levels similarly followed...
 
Then the game started with us cheering, "Go get them Tigers !" I mused at the size of the boys with their padding and helmets with mouth guards. How come they have as many injuries as the boys back home playing rugby.

Then someone from behind me said that they use the pads to hit, and to protect. If they didn’t have them there wouldn’t be anyone left on the field before the first quarter. Then suddenly a cheer went up, and I saw that the Tigers made an interception and scored!

For half time we had our longest routine with Belinda and Lilla doing handstands with splits on the raised hands of teammates. Then they bounced off the ground to stand on their partners shoulders for cancan steps. Loulou, Abigail and I did our highest number of back flips so far, and wheeled around the pitch. We were all loudly applauded!

The boys were back on the field for the second half. In the first play one of the Tigers was down and had to be carried off the field, then someone said, “He’s okay, just got the wind knocked out of him."

The Tigers made another score and the game ended with 14-7 for them. I saw lots of players dirty, cut, and bruised as they ran as best they could off the field while we applauded them.

The game was over, we did our French Cancan with splits, and a few turned around, bend forward, lifted their skirts which weren't covering much in such a position, and wriggled their bums...
Some one had more spirit than good taste!

We next had showers and changed into dry cheer uniforms before joining the boys for their after game barbecue and party. The quarter back gave his girlfriend Veronica a breathless kiss with both hands on her bum, and she blushed. Everyone cheered!
 
A tall running back offered me a mug with a wink. I saw white frost and tasted, it was beer! I winked back. He introduced himself, "I am Jack and you are Elisabeth also known as Babette!"
I smiled, "And you were one of the boys who backed Belinda when she slapped that bully after my encounter with the college's principal."
He replied, "I would have loved to rub some cream on your bum..."
I laughed, "Ah! You are such a romantic!"
"Would you like another mug?"
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
I giggled, "Quite wise, I am French!"
He had an embarrassed smile and offered, "Lets get a few of those ribs..."
 
He got a tray and I loaded it, then we went outside by the pool. He cleverly lead towards a double lounge chair. I sat and with my knees up my short cheerleader skirt rode down my thighs. It is said that you shouldn't be a cheerleader if you don't like showing your legs.
 
He was bursting at the seems, he was having a few ribs with the French girl Babette who was too hot for him according to the quarter back. One of the boys who were steering my sisters towards the loungers by the pool turned most lights off. Our coach turned them back on, and a few boohs were heard. Then all the clubhouse's ground floor lights were turned off. Some one had pulled out a fuse.
 
Only the exits lights and those of the pool had remained. I felt an arm over my shoulders. I heard a few girlish giggles and a slap. One of the boys must have moved too fast, but he got a second chance as no girl was seen running.
 
I felt a hand cupping one of my knees and finger tips titillating one of my nipples through my jersey. I puckered and got a big kiss with a tongue teasing mine. It was a real French kiss!
 
Babette and Loulou
 
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