Madame reminded us of the gym in the basement and offered to supervise proper exercises, "...and I am still a licensed tennis coach, if some of you want to learn or practice the game."
I enthused, "Ma'am, I am a junior player and would love to improve !" To be coached by an international star was an incredible opportunity .... my roommates must have similarly reasoned as they joined the club.
She also repeated what she told me on my arrival, "I view us as a turn of the century boardinghouse for young ladies, with advantages and penalties..." We had also discovered that Margit's parents had asked her to monitor her grades. She added, "Your parents were informed... they may or may not take the offer... but you may want to volunteer... mind you, I am very severe !" We didn't dare asking if she meant spanking...
Later, I walked by the stunning glass pyramid to discover a tall portal in the Aisle du Flore of the Louvre Palace. It was opening on the quiet private garden of the Ecole du Louvre. It was a surprising mix of twenty feet ceilings, theater like class rooms with multiple video screens, and a huge library with the latest computers. We were given a tour of the museum basement with thousand of treasures.
For the next few days we got to know each other better. Of course we talked about boys, and started exchanging clothes....
We also watched the big screen telly in the living room with Madame. On Friday while watching a National Geographic documentary Madame suddenly frowned, "Flora I told you before to be careful not to show your knickers !" I remembered and I was very embarrassed when she added, "Next time I have to remind you its a bare bottom spanking in front of all those present..."
The next time had arrived sooner than later and she swiftly caught my wrist and pulled me over her knees while I hastily apologized, "I am sorry Ma'am !" She flipped my skirt up and took my knickers down. I protested, "Please don't, please..." It was too late. I was exposing my bare bottom to my new friends, and I was going to be spanked as a naughty girl.
She vigorously spanked my derriere. She was no tennis champ for nothing ! I scissored my legs. She continued with the top of my thighs and I pedaled. It was a long and severe spanking. Mum would have approved. She always encouraged Pop to be more severe. "Give her a glowing bottom ! She isn't made of sugar."
She eventually stopped and my nates were throbbing. I saw her grabbing a notepad from a nearby coffee table. She used my back as a lap desk, once done writing she tore off the sheet, and sternly ordered, "Stand up, no rubbing, keep your skirt up and your knickers down. She gave me the note she had written. I read, "A proper young lady doesn't show her knickers."
"Hold it with your nose on the wall over there and keep your skirt up. If you drop it I'll spank you again !" For the next ten minutes I read it over and over again, and silently sighed. I was standing in the corner with my skirt up and my knickers at half mast exposing my crimson bum to everyone.
It was confirmed, we had guessed it right when we chatted that first night, she meant spanking when she had said, "...mind you, I am very severe !"
Next day was Saturday, my derriere had recovered its natural rosy condition. I was on market duty with Madame and Ginette. The market or 'marché' in French was about dozens of stalls under a turn of the century metal and glass canopy. We pulled our two wheels shopping trolleys and Madame lead us while following the shopping list she had prepared with Ginette and I. The stalls owners knew her and made offers. She bought the best produces. She was genuinely concerned with our health. She had new daughters.
She stopped by a hardware stand with various cleaning supplies and households utensils. There was a cluster of martinets and she felt the leather thongs. She wasn't satisfied and called the matronly stall owner, "Would you have more severe martinets for big girls .... my own girls burned the old family martinet when they left home..."
The matron eyed me as if to gauged the big girl. I blushed ! She soon found a more severe martinet, "There you are Madam. I have the same for my 20 year old daughter, and it has been very effective !" She again eyed me while adding. "She will remember it !" I blushed as red as the tomatoes of the next stall, where the owner had a wide smile.
Back home Madame told me to hang the martinet behind the kitchen door. Leslie asked, "What is that thing ? It doesn't look too cool !" Margit mentioned its German name, "We call it a klopfpeitsche ." Cécile added, "Its a martinet, and that one is for big girls, guarantied to leave welts for at least three days and probably four if applied to your thighs..."
Leslie mentioned, "A Texan school paddle will bruise your ass for over a week..." Madame overheard, "Watch your language young lady, first and last warning !"
Flora and co
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