Victoriana part 3 , the continuation of another lovely spanking story from ‘B’, one of my top contributors, who has her own page on here. You can read all of her previous stories by clicking on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu bar above, then clicking on ‘Contributors’ and scrolling down to her page.
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The ride back home meant a mean dilemma. Sit on my skirt and have the saddle none too kindly massaging my still throbbing bum, or pedal high above the saddle and have my skirt flying to show all the farmers in their fields my well smacked thighs. I decided to remain firmly sat on my saddle, and was firmly reminded that I was spanked cul nu as a paresseuse.
Monday morning, I accepted the Calais offer and gave the Ecole Ecarlate’s invoice to my manager. He raised both eyebrows when he saw the amount.
“I will be fluent in 3 months, Sir!”
“I sure hope so!”
He must have read the fine prints, and found the no refund policy if the pupil gives up the program. He sternly added, “Don’t you dare quitting!”
He further warned with a sterner voice. “Your father who was my mentor at the home office before his retirement has asked me to encourage you as severely as required. Don’t disappoint us!”
I couldn’t help a deep blush for that warning with the mention of “as severely as required”.
On the way back home, I stopped at the Victoriana shop. “Good evening Ma’am, I am to join the Ecole Ecarlate, and I need a full kit.”
She had a big smile, “I’ll be right with you.”
As she disappeared into the fitting room, I saw in the tall mirror a glimpse of a well reddened derriere peeking out of white lacy knickers.
A few minutes later, I recognized Josephina from the City Hall. We had a brief exchange, and she agreed to wait for me. The idea was to have tea together.
The seamstress had me kitted, “You will also have blue and red tartan skirts, white and navy knickers, and navy shorts for sports as you can’t always be cooped up in class.”
“Its £417, please. Everything will be ready tomorrow. Same as for Miss Josephina.”
After having paid, we went to the nearby coffee shop and ordered high tea. I cheered, “So we are going to be school chums!”
Josephina explained, “I am taking the EU Commission’s exam, and I need to be fluent in two foreign languages. I already have Spanish thanks to my mother, so am taking French because its mostly another Latin language. What about you?”
“I am offered a promotion as Deputy Manager of our Calais branch, and I have to be fluent in French. I bought a skirt from Victoriana, and it came with a leaflet for the Ecole Ecarlate.”
“As you know, my father is into real estate. He helped the Ecole Ecarlate buy the neighboring farm to extend its estate, and that’s how I heard of them.
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Monday came. With trepidation and a big backpack, I tickled the old door with the brass knocker. Monsieur Maurice opened, and after an amiable exchange of greetings he led me into a large living room with a mix of antic and modern furniture. I found six girls in their early twenties like me. We were each handed a brochure about the school’s ethos, rules, and regulations, and were soon joined by two more girls. We were all wearing the school uniform with one of the tartan skirts, and were very well behaved. I guessed that was because we had tasted the écarlate welcome spanking.
Monsieur Maurice was joined by a stern looking lady, “Madame Yvonne is my wife and with the help of a cook and his assistant as well as two maids, she will look after the house. We also have a gardener, Monsieur Gustave, who will double as your PE coach. Everyone is of French origin and will speak only in French. From now on you speak French or you will be punished!”
Madame Yvonne led us two floors up to discover our domain. “You have the whole floor, four bedrooms with three beds each, and a common room with telly, and mini fridge. On that floor, we understand that you won’t be speaking in French, unless addressing us or our staff. Tonight you will sew name tags onto every piece of your kit to help us with the laundry.” She handed each of us a supply of tags with our names. She continued with allocating rooms, “We have teamed you according to your test results, Alicia and Josephina, in the blue room.”
I exchanged high five with Josephina aka Josy. We dropped our backpacks and followed Madame for more. “The second floor is reserved for Monsieur Maurice and I. It also offers two studios. One for guests, and one for the chef’s assistant and his wife, who is one of the maids.”
Next we were back on the ground floor, “You have already discovered the lounge and Monsieur Maurice’s office.” A few of us retrospectively rubbed our derrieres. “Over here we have our dining room, the kitchen, and last but not least the classroom.”
Monsieur Maurice led us inside the classroom. We almost stopped in our tracks when we saw a small whip with multiple leather thongs hanging next to the blackboard. Monsieur wrote “Le martinet” on that blackboard. He also explained, “It is the perfect implement for helping the memory of lazy young ladies.”
“All of your tests have showed that you are, as most English speakers, confused by the French masculine and feminine. Therefore we will have regular tests like this one. I will dictate 20 words and you will write M or F for each of them. If you score less than 12/20, you will be punished.
If you score less than 10/20, it will be la fessée cul nu au martinet!”
Alicia
To be continued…
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