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We were awaken by the none too melodious, “Wake up girls!” from our dorm mistress. “T-shirts and shorts for the morning run!” No one asked about breakfast.

We stood by our beds to be inspected, and I was well aware that my shorts weren’t covering the two cane strokes decorating my upper thighs. As yesterday I again felt well punished for having failed the Quadrille exam of the Ballet of the Paris Opera. I now have to prepare for retaking it, and Margot’s Dance Academy is renowned for giving girls like me a second chance. 

The other two dorms joined us in the entrance hall of the mansion with their own dorm mistresses. I knew that jogging in the Bois de Boulogne at 7 am could be dangerous, but our dorm mistresses were armed with either a tonfa or a nunchaku, and a pair of German Shepherds also joined us.

We alternated jogging and running. It was show time for early rising bums and junkies. Eighteen superb girls with short shorts and a few of them with reddened thighs were quite a sight. If a spectator with itchy hands came too close, the sight a big doggie and a Mistress with a tonfa was enough to persuade him to return to his dreams.

When back at the academy it was communal showers. Judith and I blushed with embarrassment, and our roommates laughed, “We’ve seen it all!” Then there was our school uniforms as if we were again fourteen years old. Wearing a short skirt and ankle socks with a sore bum did convince me to toe the line. A pair of soft cushion magically appeared as Judith and I sat down for breakfast. We thanked our roommates. The breakfast menu was obviously well researched, and it didn’t include rashers of bacon.

Next we started the day with a choreography class. Alicia hadn’t reread the prep. The mistress pulled her across her knees by the ear exactly as matron did with me. She raised her skirt, pulled down her knickers and spanked her bare bottom and thighs in front of the whole class.

Although Alicia must have felt as a spanked schoolgirl it wasn’t a schoolgirl spanking, it was a spanking for a big girl with a short leather paddle which gave her bum a blazing crimson color. That episode was concluded with, “In the corner with your knickers down to your knees and hold your skirt up!” After that Alicia would for sure reread her prep more than once.

During the mid-morning break we changed for exercises à la barre. Judith and I were quite relived to be allowed to wear proper leotards. Yesterday’s we had to wear string knickers after having received the caning promised by the academy’s brochure for our failure. Our relief was short lived when we discovered that the dance Mistress had a long switch.

If our pliés weren’t as elegant as she expected she adjusted our positions with gentle painless tap to our thighs. When she felt that we hadn’t adjusted as required she flicked her switch with more and more vigor, and it was eventually quite stingy.

When she felt that Susanna hadn’t given it her best she had her pull her leotard into her rear valley and twice switched her bare bum. Susanna had a few very convincing AIE! AIE! The two red stripes now decorating her butt miraculously encouraged her to give it her very best. 

Amelia had required more incentive, and six fiery stripes were added to the first two. She acknowledged them with OH! AH! AIE! OUCH! She was told not to rub while watching the Mistress demonstrate a perfect pas de deux. Amelia was given a few free trials which were gently corrected by the dance Mistress, without her switch! Then she had to perform it, and did great…

During that lesson, no girls had to be encouraged further. When back into our school uniform quite a few were rubbing their shortish skirts over their stingy bums. Judith and I had been spared because of our recent caning.

For lunch there was more soft cushions, but there was no resentment. All the quitters had left by now, and we knew why we had remained. There was a few, “Oh la la! She roasted my ass!” A few teasers added, “That will teach you to reread your prep instead of having naughty dreams!”

We joyfully chatted and it was my turn to be teased. “Yoh! Isabelle, you were a success this morning with that young tramp with the blue bandanna, the one who said that he would love to pluck your cherry!”

“Yuck! He smelled like a billy goat !”

“Hahahaha! No sense of adventure! Imagine your fingers exploring his hairy chest…”

“Yuck! He probably has flies!”

After lunch it was a mandatory siesta as if we were in kindergarten. On our beds with PJ shorts and singlets. Although Tomiko had shushed us, Judith kept whispering and our dorm mistress caught her. “Since you were caned yesterday I will spare you my leather paddle. You will nonetheless receive a very French fessée!” She grabbed her PJ shorts, pulled them right off, and spanked her thighs till glowing. Judith had a bare bottom nap, and she didn’t catch a cold!

Isabelle

To be continued…

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