Ballerina part 4 - Epilogue

I was facing one of the corners of the grand hall with my uniform skirt pined up with clothespins, and my knickers were down to my knees. I was blushing and desperately wanted to rub my scorched bum, but I had to keep my hands on top of my head.

A new girl and her parents were visiting. Her father didn't sound too happy. "Five years of pricey lessons for nothing..." They stopped in their tracks. One second earlier the heels of the mother were tip-tapping the marble floor of the grand hall, and they suddenly stopped. The father teasingly chimed, and it was obviously for his wife, "That's a well punished young lady, it must bring back memories ?"

She laughed, "It sure does !" She added for her daughter, "That's the tawse..." She was interrupted, "Mummy please, that's horrible !"

"It will straighten you out ! You only have a year till your exam..." She paused before adding, "It was a severe regime, but it did me a world of good. I made the Quadrille exam of the Paris Opera Ballet, and I met your father..."

I again blushed as a tomato when the father questioned, "What have you done to deserve such a punishment young lady ?"

"I was texting in bed after lights out..."

"How many strokes did you get ?"

"I got 12, Sir."

The girl again protested, "Whipped for texting ! Maman please !"

./...

 A  few days later was the big day, I was to retake my Quadrille exam. Judith delayed her flight for New York to accompany me. In the locker room at the Opera I kept asking her if my leotard covered my tawse decorated bottom. Twice she said that it didn't, and I again tried to stretch my powder blue leotard.

Two other girls joined us. One of them who had obviously notice my reddened derriere said, "Sigh! There's only one vacancy and there's a Margot girl !"

"Don't be negative ! She might slip !"

"A Margot girl doesn't slip ! She gets her butt severely walloped every time she slips !"  

"You're making too much of that Margot girl !"

"Look at her bum !"

 "Hummm..."

The jury's secretary called me. Judith joined Papa, Maman and Mademoiselle Margot in the visitors box. I announced that I would be dancing a solo part from Le Lac des Cygnes. "My star" who had referred me to Mlle Margot gave me an encouraging smile. She also discreetly saluted her old mentor.

I flew ! It was magical !

The jury stood and applauded. Mlle Margot also stood and applauded, and Papa and Maman and Judith !

I bowed and beamed... A victorious blue swan with a red bottom !

I was joined by my parents, and Judith. Mlle Margot gave me a peck on each cheek. I beamed, it meant much more than my diploma of Danseuse Professionelle. I was acknowledged by the Prima Ballerina Assoluta as a full fledged danseuse.

She also teased the jury's danseuse étoile after giving her a peck on each cheek. "Your days are numbered my dear... but I am looking for an associate !"

She turned to my friend, "May I introduce Judith, she is going to be the next étoile of the New York City Ballet. I will be flying to New York for her exam."

I asked Papa and Maman, "May I go as well ? Please ! Please !" Papa agreed, and invited everyone to the Eiffel Tower restaurant...

./...

A few days later Judith's parents were waiting for us at JFK with their limo. Miss Margot had asked to be dropped at her hotel, but she was invited to their West 59th Street penthouse apartment. Judith as a dutiful young lady of the house lead her guests to their bedrooms facing Central Park.

For the next two nights it was recovering the jet lag for Judith. Then it was the day. Miss Margot and Judith’s parents took their seats in the visitors box. Judith and I were on our way to her assigned locker room. On the way we giggled as we heard two dance Mistresses chatting...

"Have you seen that fifty something woman dressed in black ? She walks as if she is the Queen !"

"She is the Queen ! She Is Mademoiselle Margot, THE Prima Ballerina Assoluta. If she has a girl competing, one of ours will be done with..."

Judith was called and I gave her a resounding smack on the derriere for good luck. She readjusted her leotard with a deep blush.

When she walked I noticed that the danseuse étoile presiding the jury saluted our mentor who smiled in return. At this level they all know each others. Also in the visitors box were the two Mistresses, and I overheard them again, "Sigh! There is a Margot girl !"

She announced her solo part of the Nutcracker, and she flew as I did. She also did a number of sauts fouettés and landed on her pointes. She alternated from right to left pointe. The jury offered several, "Ah!" Then she did a huge grand jeté. The jury had an enthusiastic "Oh!" and stood and applauded. 

Later, Isabelle told her the conversation between those two Mistresses,

"There ! You now know whats a Margot girl !"

 "Landing on a pointe ! I wouldn't even try that ! How did she teach her that ?"

"With a belt !"

"Huh!".

Miss Margot shook hand with the étoile, presiding the jury, and they agreed, "A star is born..."

Isabelle and Judith

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Ballerina part 3

We were awaken by the none too melodious, "Wake up girls !" from our dorm mistress. "T-shirts and shorts for the morning run !"

We stood by our beds to be inspected, and I was well aware that my shorts weren't covering the two cane strokes decorating my upper thighs. As yesterday I again felt well punished for my failure.

The other two dorms joined us in the entrance hall with their own dorm mistresses. I knew that jogging in the Bois de Boulogne at 7 am could be dangerous, but our dorm mistresses were armed with tonfa or nunchaku, and a pair of German shepherd doggies also joined us.

We alternated jogging and running. It was show time for early rising bums and junkies. Eighteen superb girls with short shorts and a few of them with reddened thighs were quite a sight. If a spectator with itchy hands came too close a doggie and a mistress with a nunchaku were quite persuasive.

When back at the academy it was communal showers. Judith and I blushed with embarrassment, and our roommates laughed, “We’ve seen it all !” Then there was our school uniforms as if fourteen years old. Wearing a short skirt and ankle socks with a sore bum did convince these eighteen years old to toe the line. A pair of soft cushion magically appeared as Judith and I sat down for breakfast. We thanked our roomies.

Next we started the day with a choreography class. Alicia hadn't reread the prep. The mistress pulled her across her knees by the ear as if a ten year old, exactly as matron did with me. She raised her skirt, pulled down her knickers and spanked her bare bottom and thighs in front of the whole class. Although Alicia must have felt as a spanked schoolgirl it wasn't a schoolgirl spanking, it was a spanking for a big girl with a short leather paddle which gave her bum a blazing crimson colour. That episode was concluded with, "In the corner with your knickers down to your knees and hold your skirt up !"

During the mid-morning break we changed for exercises à la barre. We wore leotards short wrap around dance skirts, and the mistress had a long hickory switch. If our pliés weren't as elegant as she expected she adjusted our positions with gentle painless taping. When she felt that we hadn't adjusted as required she flicked her switch with more vigour, and it was very stingy. If she felt that we weren't giving it our best we lost our dance skirts and she made it even stingier across our bums.

For lunch there was more soft cushions, but there was no resentment. All the quitters had left by now and we knew why we had remained. There was a few, "Oh la la! She roasted my ass !" A few teasers added, "That will teach you to reread your prep instead of having naughty dreams !" We joyfully chatted and it was my turn to be teased. "Yoh! Isabelle, you were a success this morning with that young tramp with the blue bandanna, the one who said that he would love to pluck your cherry !"

"Yuck! He smelled like a billy goat !"

"Hahahaha! No sense of adventure ! Imagine your fingers exploring his hairy chest..."

“Yuck! He probably has flies !”

After lunch it was a mandatory siesta as if we were in kindergarden. On our beds with PJ shorts and singlets. Although Tomiko had shushed us, Judith kept whispering and our dorm mistress caught her. "Since you were caned yesterday I will spare you my leather paddle... You will nonetheless receive a very French fessée !" She grabbed her PJ shorts, pulled them right off, and spanked her bottom and thighs till glowing. Judith had a bare bottom nap, and she didn't catch a cold !

Later we dressed with our tutu to work on our best performances. We would be video taped and all our steps were to be reviewed by our dance mistresses. I wore my beautiful powder blue leotard and tutu. I performed my favorite Swan Lake solo. I was happy with it, but Miss Classroom Spanker slowly ran the tape to point my mistakes. They were small mistakes, but they added up. "And there's no guts in your performance !" I was told to re-dance it.

I was nervous, I slipped and landed on my sore derriere. I was given a second chance and again slipped. Unfortunately I had fallen on exactly the same figure. She was furious ! She announced in French since French is the language of ballet, "C'est la fessée cul nu !" She pulled my leotard into my rear valley and spanked my buns till blazing.

I had to again re-dance it, and was warned that I would be spanked till not slipping on that figure. "No! Don't readjust your leotard, I want you to feel your red burning butt being on show !" The girls clapped their hands to reinforce the tempo. With my derriere on fire I was very careful, and didn't slip. Miss Maïa applauded.

Isabelle

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Ballerina part 2

Then it was lunch. While filling up my tray I was told to join table number two, the one of my dorm. There was indeed a free chair. The girls introduced themselves. They were quite friendly.

One of them joked, "Let us guess, you've explored instead of sorting your cupboard and Miss Matron gave you a bare bottom spanking."

Another girl added, "Then you rubbed, and she gave you another one."

One more chimed, "And she smacked your thighs for everyone to see that you were punished !"

"Huh! Yes..."

"Welcome to the club !"

Next to me was Judith, we befriended, "I am American and French, I have flunked the Quadrille exam of the New York Ballet. Mum who's French was a Coryphée of the Paris Opera Ballet before her marriage... I am staying with my uncle and aunt..."

"They delivered me an hour before you..."

After lunch which was quite good and well balanced, we were both told to report to Mademoiselle Margot. Our new friends pulled long faces...

She had an impressive study with plenty of trophies and autographed pictures. She was a tall slender woman in her early fifties dressed in black.

"Welcome to my academy young ladies. I have read your files very carefully, I have also called your schools. You are both very talented, but you have missed the last step because you didn't have the backbone. You have been given a second chance, and let me assure you that none of the girls who have followed my program have failed... You will quit or you will succeed..."

After a brief silence she picked up a crook handle cane from a tall Chinese vase. It was dripping with water, she wiped it dry, and swished it, We shuddered as it whistled, "You are going to be punished for having failed you exams." We blanched and she barked, "Take your skirts and knickers off !" We froze, and she again barked, "Do as you are told or leave..."

I knew that I would be punished on arrival for my failure. The brochure was quite clear about that. Papa and Maman had teased me with saying that a spanking would do me a world of good, but I am to be caned ! I couldn't imagine how painful that will be, I had butterflies in my tummy. I felt my ears tickling as I lowered my knickers, I knew that I was blushing as red as a tomato.

Naked from our navel to our ankle socks, and shamefully blushing, we kept our hands in front of our minous. "Bend over the back of those big leather chairs with your hands flat on the seat. To achieve such a position we had to be on our toes. It was very embarrassing.

I was expecting the cane to swoosh or swish, it didn't. I did hear the thwack and felt it ! "Oooouuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiccccchhhhhh!" She alternated between the two of us, Judith's own, “Yeeeeeooooowwwwwhhhhhh!” echoed mine.

I danced on my toes. I must have showed everything I have. With the third stroke I couldn't differentiate the streaks of fire crisscrossing my bum. I got six strokes and my butt was fiercely burning.

I was also given two across the top of my thighs. Although they weren't administered with the same strength as those applied to my bottom, they were as stingy ! I opened and closed my legs and reopened them as I surrendered with wet eyes. I now knew what it meant to be caned.

She gave each of us a handkerchief, "You have two minutes to stop sniveling, and you may rub all you want..." She returned the cane to its vase, and it made a soft watery like noise.

When the two minutes were up she ordered, "Pick up your skirts and knickers and follow me..." We marched behind her with one hand rubbing our naked incandescent derrieres and thighs. We came across a few mistresses and staff members, and kept our heads down. We heard a soft brouhaha, and knew that we were heading for our dance class....

The girls of our dorm and dance class kept their heads down when they saw us. "Judith in that corner, and Isabelle that one is for you. Drop your skirts and knickers on the floor and keep your hands on your head." 

We had to wait an eternity till the dance mistress called a break. "Judith and Isabelle, you are relieved from corner time..." Our chums picked up our skirts and knickers and took our hands to lead us to the locker room. They told us to remain standing and applied a soothing balm to our grilled buns. "We call it après fessée, it means after spanking. It was a blessing and we thanked them. They also gave us short wrap around dance skirts. Ten minutes later we stood as we watched the afternoon lesson...

 Isabelle and Judith

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Ballerina part 1

June 10th, I flunked the dance part of my quadrille exam for the Ballet de l'Opéra de Paris. It also meant that I didn't have my Professional Dancer's Certificate. Six years down the drain. I anxiously waited for the jury to decide if I would be given a second chance in September...

I was finally called in by the jury's secretary. Three women, three men, all dancers, four of them first dancers, two of them, one woman, one man, being stars or étoiles as French is the language of ballet...

The étoile woman spoke, "You have talent and we have decided to give you a second chance. You may keep your academic grades. Don't waste your summer. I had also missed the first step. I attended Miss Margot's school, here is a letter for her..."

"Merci Madame !"

"Phew!"

Back home, Papa and Maman read that opened letter, "Have you read it ?" I sheepishly said that I didn't, Papa read, "Isabelle is very talented, please save her as you saved me, be as severe as you were with me..." I blushed.

Next day I pressed the buzzer of an impressive Paris 16th mansion. I was welcomed by an aging secretary, "Bonjour, we only take recommended pupils..."

That wasn't the warmest greeting. I showed her the letter from "my star". She had a strange smile, "I remember that imp !" She allowed me to enter and lead me to her office.

I stopped in my tracks, I had just seen a girl my age, about 18 years, with a red tartan school skirt held up with clothespins, her white knickers were down to her knees, she was exposing a crimson derriere. I didn't have time to take in more details, Miss Secretary snapped, "Now you know what happens to naughty girls !"

In her office she gave me a brochure, "We only take full boarding pupils. You are allowed out Saturday morning after breakfast unless having to serve a detention. Our fee is 5,000 Euros per week, payable in advance. If you can't pay we will assess your potential and eventually offer help. Please tell me know if you are able to pay..."

I was having the image of that girl dancing in my eyes and took a few seconds before answering, "Huh, yes, my parents will pay, it won't be a problem."

"Very well, I am booking you and expect you to register within 24 hours..."

One of our chauffeurs drove me back home. I didn't see the Parisians streets on the other side of the thick tinted windows I again saw the picture of that girl displaying her well reddened bottom and thighs...

Papa and Maman read the brochure. As usual Papa was the first to chime, "I inherited my father's business, he had two employees, I have two thousands..." Maman added, "Three times a week, before school I helped my parents set up their market stall till they bought their shop..." Papa concluded, "We are of course dreaming of our daughter becoming an étoile, it would be our life achievement, much more than our millions ! It is about having the will...do you have the will ? After six years of hard dancing lessons we feel that you do... and a good spanking will do you a world of good !"

I had read the brochure, I knew what they meant about a spanking...

Uniforms

School uniform will be supplied and consist of a red trimmed grey cardigan, white blouses, above the knees red tartan pleated skirt, ankle socks, bra, and knickers, all white, and black T.bar shoes.

For running, gymnastic, and morning dance practice, sports bra and shorts or wrap around mini dance skirts will be provided, please bring your trainers.

For your afternoon dance programs you will wear your own tutu with T.shirt, dance bra, and knickers, all white, please bring your pointes.

Daily Schedule

Morning schedule : Up at 7 am, five kilometre run in the nearby Bois de Boulogne, breakfast, two hours of ballet choreography, and two hours for repeating dance movements à la barre

Lunch buffet

Afternoon schedule : After a twenty minutes nap, three hours for your dance programs with videotaping your performances and reviewing them, and twenty pool lengths.

Discipline

Minor offence means a bare bottom spanking with a small leather paddle.

A repeated minor offence or a regular one means the martinet on the bare bottom and thighs.

A repeated regular offence or a serious one means the tawse on the bare bottom and thighs.

A repeated serious offence or a very serious one means the cane on the bare bottom and thighs

Slacking, laziness, misbehavior, etc, will be assessed and rewarded according to that scheme. All pupils who have failed their Quadrille exam will be punished on arrival...

./... 

I didn't sleep too well, the words of Papa and Maman about a good spanking doing me a world of good and the image of that girl exposing her well chastised bum played a devilish saraband...

With my pointes and trainers in a backpack I pressed the buzzer of Mademoiselle Margot Dance Academy....

Miss Secretary welcomed me, expedited the paperwork, and lead me across the marble hall to a small office with a panned door reading Matron and Storeroom. Miss Matron looked matronly and did smile when she said, "Take off your blouse and bra..." I blushed and obeyed. She measured my breast and gave me a white bra to try on. She tugged it to make sure I had firm support and gave me two more. Next I was given a white blouse and she measured my waist and hips before presenting a short pleated skirt in a red tartan. "Please try it on..." I did and it was quite short !

Once fully kitted I felt as if I was again a junior schoolgirl with T.bar shoes, ankle socks and long bare legs. I carried a large bag as she led me to a dorm. I was surprised to discover and old fashion dorm with a night stand on the right side of each beds and a locker on the other side. On the way I had seen that the school had 3 dorms, it meant 18 girls...

Matron ordered, "Sort your things in your cupboard and I'll be back in 10 minutes." I was curious and explored. The dorm had attached communal shower, a row of sinks, loos, and tall mirrors. It was all spotless. I also found a panned door reading dorm mistress.

Miss Matron was back and she opened my locker where I had casually dropped my bag. She frowned and grabbed my ear as if I was a ten years old, sat on my ready made bed before pulling me over her knees, brought one of my arm behind my back, raised my skirt, pulled my knickers down, pushed a knee between my legs. I got my first ever spanking. Actually I vaguely remembered my English nanny having spanked me a few times. 

 She vigorously smacked my nates and thighs, I must have received one hundred smacks, my derriere and legs where throbbing when she pulled me up. "Pull your knickers up !" I danced and rubbed. She grabbed me by the waist, lifted me as if I was made of straw, pulled my skirt up, bared my bottom and spanked me again. "I haven't allowed you to rub !" I pedaled and lost my knickers. She had me back on the ground and picked up my knickers. "Sort your cupboard !"

A few minutes later she opened the panned door of the classroom and closed it behind my back. I stood there red face with both hands rubbing my skirt over my blazing re-knickered derriere. "Come in young lady, I am Miss Maïa, stand before the class and introduced yourself..."

 As I walked down the aisle I realized that my skirt didn't fully cover my burning thighs. I stood in front of the class, all the girls were staring at me, with a contrite voice I introduced myself, "I am Isabelle..."

"How old are you Isabelle ?"

"I am 18 Ma'am..."

"Why have you been sent to us ?"

"I have flunked the Paris Opera Quadrille exam..."

"Were you given a second chance ?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I am to take it again in September..."

"Will you be with us for the whole summer."

"Yes, Ma'am."

With a long transparent plastic ruler she indicated the blackboard. "Study the diagram of that choreography and suggest the next movement..."

 Isabelle

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