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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 butt 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, and 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 Parisian uncle and aunt.”

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 was a tall, slender woman in her early fifties dressed in canary yellow, and her study was impressive. There were numerous cabinets filled with plenty of trophies and autographed pictures.

“Welcome to my academy, young ladies. I have read your files very carefully. I have also called your ballet schools. You are both very talented, but you have missed the last step because you didn’t have le backbone. You have been given a second chance, and let me assure you that none of my girls 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. I shuddered as it whistled, “You are going to be punished for having failed you exams.” We blanched and she ordered, “Take off your skirts and knickers!” 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 by 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 cheeks glowing as I dropped my knickers next to my skirt. I knew that I was blushing as red as a tomato.

Naked from our navel to our ankle socks and red face, we kept our hands in front of our minous. “You are going to be caned in front of your classmates. Pick up your skirts and knickers and follow me.” We marched behind her, holding our clothes in front of our curls. In the hall we came across a few mistresses and staff members, and blushed the more. We heard soft music and knew that we were approaching the dance class.

As we entered the mirrored classroom, all girls kept their heads down when they saw us. Miss Melrose ordered. “Both of you bend over that railing and spread your legs.” I felt my ears tickling from a shameful blush as I opened my legs. I imagined my little birdie peeking in the middle of my forest. I was already punished although my actual punishment hadn’t started.

I expected the cane to whistle, and it did, but more important was the thwack that followed and the scorching streak of fire burning across my bottom. “Oooouuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiccccchhhhhh!”

She alternated between the two of us, Judith’s own, “Yeeeeoooowwwwwhhhh!” echoed mine.

I danced on my toes. 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 forgot that I was showing everything to everyone present and kept dancing.

I was also given two strokes across the top of my thighs. Although they weren’t administered with the same strength as those applied to my bottom, they were more stingy! I surrendered with teary eyes. I now knew what it meant to be caned.

Miss Melrose told us to stand up and added. “Judith in that corner, and Isabelle, that one is for you, and keep your hands on your head.”

I danced from foot to foot in my corner while my bottom very slowly absorbed the incandescent stripes. I was well punished, and had to admit that I had deserved it.

We had to wait an eternity till the dance mistress called a break. “Judith and Isabelle, you are relieved from corner time.” Our chums 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 was a blessing, and we thanked them.

They also gave us the same blue dance outfit they are wearing, with string knickers!

We blushed with Ohs and Ahs.

They explained. “When caned, you are to remain cul nu till dinner.” With both hands, we covered the shameful exposure of our punished bums. The dance mistress barked. “Right hand on the exercise barre and pliés en première, seconde, quatrième, et cinquième!”

We saw that she had a switch and obeyed.

Isabelle and Judith

To be continued…

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