Then Monday came back way too soon. April handed her signed pink slip. Uncle Peter had filled up the punishment box : "Martinet whipping and same for Isabelle who owned up being as guilty..."
"Martinet whipping...Quite uncommon... French implement... Stand up Isabelle. Your parents told you to bring your martinet ?"
The classroom was suddenly so quiet one could ear a fly, and I blushed. "Yes Sir... it's my martinet..."
After that it was an event-less week, and for the weekend we could again wore our jeans miniskirts. We had prepared a picnic for our boyfriends. They had an eyeful peeking under our minis as we set up the picnic. April teased them the more with bending down as if toe touching to empty the last basket !
The following week was the last one of the month, and I was hoping to have the required average of 12/20 for Uncle Peter to be happy. Patatras ! We had a very difficult English grammar dictation. I had my two free mistakes plus five. It was a zero. The teach was a meanie, "Isabelle, you will have that dictation signed by your guardians..."
Worse was to come, when we were handed our monthly report cards. I had 10.75/20. Over a full point short of the required minimum average. April had done better, but she was also short with 11.25/20. As we rode back home I anxiously questioned her, "Are we going to be caned ? I have never been caned... It must be so stingy....and having welts for days..."
She answered, "Nah, we won't be caned... but we will, for sure taste, the strap... actually it will be more than a taste... we are going to have our butts and thighs well strapped... Pops had warned us..."
"Ah!" I was speechless. I remembered Papa's last belting... I tried to imagine the strap I saw behind the kitchen door being applied to my bare bottom and thighs...
Her parents knew it was the day of the monthly report cards. We immediately saw how they were waiting for us in the lounge. We sheepishly handed them. I also handed that dictation with the zero. They frowned as they read, they didn't comment, and Uncle Peter ordered, "April please bring the strap..."
"Both of you take off your knickers and bend over the back of the sofa." Aunt Janet pulled our gymslips as far up as our navels. The back of the sofa was tall. I felt so exposed. I must have blushed to my ears. April got the first whack, and it was so loud ! I got the second one, and I gasped as I felt a wide swathe of fire across my very bare bottom. I wasn't in Kansas or France anymore, it wan't Papa's belt ! I danced from one foot to the other, and when I got it across the back of my thighs I pedaled. As April had said we would, we got a severe strapping.
Then we didn't ask why when ordered to sit on the sofa. "Pull your skirts up !" Without knickers we kept our legs tightly closed. We got a blazing stroke on the front of our thighs. "Isabelle, for that zero you are getting another one.
"No rubbing ! In the corner holding your gymslips up !" Our derrieres were ablaze and our thighs were throbbing. "Sniff.."
Later, after dinner, while we were still rubbing, I had a message from Papa, "Bien mérité, et si tu ramènes d'autres zéros tu sais ce qui t'attends. Bonne nuit ma fille. Soit sage et ramène de meilleures notes..."
(Well deserved, and you know what to expect if you have more zeros. Good night my girl. Behave and bring back better grades...)
Next day, back at Saint Angela, there was plenty of chatting while waiting in line to return our report cards duly signed by parents, guardians or whatever. The older girls who kinda look after us warmly greeted us, "Whoa! It looks like our juniors got a strapping..."
April nodded, "...and Isabelle got an extra lick to the front of her thighs because of her zero."
"So Frenchy what do you think of British discipline ?"
"Oh, là, là! Papa gave me quite a few beltings, but that strap had me dancing !"
Some of them were considered too old to be spanked by their entourage, but their entourage had no qualm with them being spanked at the college. An older girl was asked what her companion though of her report card, "Did he pulled you over his knees ?!"
"Nah... In my dreams... He's a wimp... I am going to dump him... and yours ?"
"Harry sure isn't a wimp ! He gave me a belting, and I was to stand in the corner for 10 minutes, but after 3 he couldn't wait !"
Those confidences had me daydreaming of Rory putting me across his knees and raising my little skirt and pulling down my petite culotte...
A few days later, when meeting our boyfriends, we still had decorated thighs and we again wore those kilts. April had again offered the red one because of the two welts decorating the front of my thighs. It wasn't much help, but it was kind of her. The boys saw our kilts, they knew what it meant. A look at our thighs had Edward observing, "Oh my it looks like you both got a good strapping !"
Rory echoed, "And an additional stripe for my petite française !"
April told, "Our report cards were short of my father's minimum average requirement .... and Isabelle got an extra stripe for a zero."
With humor I added, "Two stripes, I am a corporal !"
Everyone laughed, and the boys offered another movie. This time Rory and I didn't see much of it. One of his hands discovered the front closing bra I had naughtily donned this morning. He caressed my breasts one after the other. He also teased my nipples. I arched my back and kissed him breathless. His other hand caressed my thighs, and he recovered his breath to whisper, "A big spider is climbing up your thighs..."
I opened my legs, "Oh, ah..."
Later, as we pushed our bikes back home April was her usual curious one...
"Was it third base ?"
"We kissed breathless..."
"He found my front closing bra .... and this time he fully freed both my breasts and caressed them and teased my nipples..."
It wasn't enough for my naughty friend. I continued, "He teased with whispering, "A big spider is climbing up your thighs..."
"Did he finger your cherry ?"
I timidly whispered, "Yes..."
"Its third base !"
Isabelle and April
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