Sunday, August 20, 2023

American Lafayette girl visiting France, part 5 and Epilogue

After our escapade with boys, and subsequent switching we were grounded the whole weekend. We had to be tour guides for tourists visiting the chateau de La Fayette. American and French tourists were surprised to meet an American Lafayette girl. She had fun with her southern accent, and using more Cajun words than usual. A few tourists noticed that we had received la fessée, and we got extra tips!
 
The boys called us, and profusely apologized. We told them about our switching and they apologized the more. We had fun with telling them that it was very very severe, and they promised to buy us lunch, and take us to the cinema, and to buy us ice cream. We teased them to no end!
 
On Monday, we just about regretted to have little evidence of our switching. We wanted to have more fun teasing our boyfriends. They were nonetheless lovely, and did pay for lunch.
 
Wednesday afternoon, when we had no classes, they took us to the cinema. We had a giggling competition as their hands wondered into our blouses, and continued under our skirts. We overheard a couple of old biddies seating behind us telling that we have le feu au cul, and that it isn't for having received la fessée.
 
We were nonetheless good girls, and we didn't do "it" !
 
We joined the local majorettes, and their marching band. Since we were musically challenged the coach gave us cymbals. We marched for the 14 juillet, and were too enthusiastic with our cymbals, she gave us a fessée cul nu with a big hairbrush. We watched the fireworks with our hands up under our skirts rubbing our fiery bums.
We decided to pay her back, and taught the girls how to do cartwheels for the boys' next game of soccer game aka football in French. She said that majorettes don't show their petites culottes, and we got another fessée cul nu à la brosse. When back home, Maman had been told of our shenanigans. She told Papa to give us la grande fessée à la ceinture.
 
We didn't tell him that it wouldn't be our first, since Uncle Harvey had given us one for breaking curfew back in the Louisiana. We did our best to look contrite, but Maman wouldn't buy it, and made sure that he wouldn't be mellowed, and he was as severe as Uncle Harvey. Ouch! That didn't stop us from having more naughty adventures.
 Epilogue
 
We graduated with honors, shared a studio in Paris, and later another one in New York as we continued our studies on both sides of the pond.
 
Mary-Anne married her French doudou, and I married Louis, my American boyfriend. Maman gave each of them a martinet with saying that we are a handful. They laughed, "Make that two handful!" Uncle Harvey told them, that a belt may be used in more ways than holding their pants. We told our parents that they wouldn't dare, and they laughed the more....
 
Vive La Fayette!
 
Mary-Anne and Marie-Jeanne
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Saturday, August 19, 2023

Colorized drawings...

 


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(water color from our friend Tom Paine)

 
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Friday, August 18, 2023

It stings!

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Thursday, August 17, 2023

Its going to sting!


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Sunday, August 13, 2023

American Lafayette girl visiting France part 4

 At our dance lesson, while changing into our leotards Blandine noticed our decorated thighs, and she teased Mary-Anne with good humor. "Whoa! La fessée au martinet, you are having a real French education !" Then we had a great lesson. The sight of our still reddened bums reflected by the tall mirrors was inspiring. We did our best, and Miss Russian-Spy didn't give us another switching. Phew!

Back home for dinner, we didn't break any plates, we were very well behaved. Maman for me, and Aunty Berenice for Mary-Anne mused, "Nothing works better with girls than red legs with a miniskirt..."

Two days later our bottoms and thighs had mostly recovered their peachy color, and our boyfriends were almost disappointed. We returned to the grassy riverbank where they had attempted to explore our thighs while they were decorated.

With more sweet talk and breath taking kisses they were again exploring. First one hand caressing our knees and the other one tickling our titties through our tempting front closing bras. Then as we returned their kisses they teased, "There's a big spider climbing up your thighs..." I giggled, "Oh! Whoa! Its a gigantic one !" We felt our skirts riding up, we didn't frenetically pulled them down. The spiders pulled the elastic legs of our knickers and continued to explore with soft caresses sending electric waves through our bodies. We also felt another adventurous spider liberating our boobies...

When we recovered our breath we had lost our knickers, the boys pocketed their first trophies. We asked to have them back, but their tongues danced in our mouths, and we realized that they would show them to their friends. The thought of their friends knowing that they removed our knickers, and kept them was exciting. They hadn't claimed more, they were gentlemen. It was our first big adventure. We closed our bras and blouses with rosy cheeks. We felt quite daring to be bare under our minis...

A few minutes later while our bare bottoms discovered the leather seats of my small Renault SUV. At the other end of the parking lot, and out of sight for us, a red Alfa Romeo Spider skidded to a stop and a blond furry jumped out. She marched onto our boyfriends, "Give them back ! Now!" They were quite surprised. "We haven't taken anything from you !" She returned to her car and came back armed with a golf club. "I took pictures, public indecency ! Give me back my girls' knickers !" They gave them back.

On the way back home we were overtaken by a red comet, and we weren't bothered. When we dropped our satchels on the dining room table, Maman came out of the kitchen and sternly ordered, "Lift your skirts, both of you !" We demurely lifted them a few inches. She took two steps and yanked them up till revealing our tufts.

"Where are your knickers ?" We of course couldn't answer, and blushed as red as tomatoes. She pulled them out of her handbag. We immediately said that we hadn't done *it* !" She fired back, "What you did or didn't do at your age isn't anyone's concern, but public indecency is ! Take your skirts off !" We understood that our carrots were cooked, over cooked, and that she would be roasting our already well bared butts.

She opened a folded newspaper. We discovered the implement of our chastisement, dozens of hastily cleaned green switches, some of them still had a few small leaves, "I'll show you how indecent girls were punished in my days, side by side with hands on the sofa."

She took a hand full, and it was a fast whipping. Those switches were light and they broke, she took another handful and continued to whip our bums and thighs. She didn't count the strokes, she was a furious mother whipping her naughty daughters. We danced and sang, "Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie!"

Later we were standing in the corners of the dining room. We were thankful that she hadn't told us to keep our hands on top of our heads. We were rubbing our still incandescent butts and thighs when Papa came back from work. He raised both eyebrows at the sight. She told him, "I spotted them bare bottom with their boyfriends on the riverbank by the University. Public indecency, they could have been arrested. They gave their knickers to them boys, I got them back..."

He noticed the broken twigs, "An old fashioned switching... brings back memories..." Maman blushed... She announced, "I am sending the pics to the boys' parents, they deserve the cane..." Then Papa blushed..."

He also queried, "Are you telling Mary-Anne's parents ?"

"Nope, she said the she hasn't done *it* and I trust her. Therefore its only another naughtiness for which she was well chastised."

We were allowed to wear wide PJ shorts for dinner...

Mary-Anne and Marie-Jeanne

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To be continued...

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