French Lessons Part Deux

French Lessons Part Deux
By NAMB

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French Lessons – Part Deux

I got through the weekend without much further incident. My butt was still red, but not nearly as red as my face from the embarrassment of being spanked in front of Gretchen and her mom. Mom made me stay naked for about another hour after they left and then told me to get dressed for dinner. I was grounded, of course and mom was rather cold to me for the remainder of the evening. However, she warmed up as the weekend progressed and by Monday, our relationship was back on more of a normal setting. The only reminder was her words as I went out the door for school, "Jorge, do try to stay out of trouble this week. I don't like having to do what I did to you on Friday, but I won't hesitate to do it if I need to."

School was the usual drag it always is. I saw Gretchen from a distance a couple of times during the day, but she didn't say anything to me. However, she would whisper something to the girls she was with, and they would look over at me and giggle. I had no doubt that she was filling them in on the details and embellishments of the spanking she witnessed my mom giving me.

Even in French class, she said nothing to me. She merely glided on by past my desk not even looking at me. Was it too much to hope that this entire incident was winding down?

That hope was dashed when I was ambushed by Gretchen and another girl as soon as I hit the school entrance. They stepped out from where they had been "hiding" under the stairs.

"Hi Jorgie," Gretchen beamed with a grin on her face. If the devil could smile, this would be what it would look like.

"Hi," I muttered back.

She followed along with me as I walked. "What are you doing?" I finally asked.

"Did you forget? Today is our first French lesson together."

"So?"

"So it would be silly not to walk with you. After all, we're all going to your house."

"All?" I thought. "Who's she?" I said, pointing at the other girl. I knew she was a classmate of Gretchen, but really didn't know anything else about her.

"This is my friend, Brenda. Brenda, say hello to Jorgie."

"Hello Jorgie," Brenda giggled.

"Jorgie!" I hated that diminutive form of my name. It almost sounds like a girl's name.

"What's she doing here?"

"She's going to help me teach you French."

I don't know why Gretchen thought she needed help. It was humiliating enough to be taught by a girl who was two years my junior. To have a friend tag along didn't help the embarrassment although Brenda wasn't that hard on the eyes. Still, at our ages, she was too young for me.

I got home and opened the door with the two girls in tow. Mom was there to greet us. "Jorge, show some manners. You hold the door for a woman. You don't go barging in in front of her!"

"Woman? What woman? All that we have here is a snotty, pre-teen bitch and her friend," I thought, but said otherwise, "Yes, mom."

"Hi Eva," Gretchen opened, "This is my friend Brenda. She'll be helping me teach Jorgie his French."

"Pleased to meet you, Brenda," mom said.

"Same here, Mrs. Holt. Jorgie didn't tell me he had such a pretty mom."

"What bullshit!" I thought, but Mom blushed and bought it. "You can call me Eva, dear just like Gretchen."

Brenda giggled and said, "OK, Eva."

Sheesh, now mom has both girls using her first name.

"I suppose you girls want to get right to it. You can study in Jorge's room. It's right at the top of the stairs.

I led the way up the steps feeling a little bit like the prisoner on the way to the gallows followed by the padre and the executioner.

We weren't in the room a couple of seconds when Brenda blurted out, "Far fucking out! She like let me use her first name. You were right. It does make me feel grown up and like a woman, especially if Jorgie still has to call her 'mommy.'"

The girls plopped down on the bed. "Sit Jorgie," Gretchen said, pointing to my chair. Brenda took out her phone and took a picture of me sitting there.

"What are you doing?"

"Just taking your picture."

"Why?"

"Just because."

It seemed weird, but harmless enough.

Out of the blue, Brenda asked, "So is your ass still sore from the spanking?"

"I don't have to answer that." I replied.

"Eva," Gretchen shouted down the stairs, "Jorgie's being uncooperative. He doesn't want to learn his lessons."

My mom's voice came up the steps, "Jorge, you listen to Gretchen. I'm paying her good money to teach you and she's doing a very nice thing for you. You should appreciate that and be grateful to her. Now I don't want to hear another complaint about you, or I'll be teaching you some lessons of my own. You don't want another spanking, do you?"

"No mom," I answered back, not liking the announcement and confirmation that I had received a spanking. Brenda's eyes were raised as she looked at her friend as much as to say, "So it is true."

I turned to Gretchen, "Bitch!"

She smiled back to me, "Dites-moi en Francais."

"Chienne!" I growled.

"Bien!" she said clapping her hands. "You will pay for that remark. But first I want to know if your ass is still sore from when mommy spanked you on Friday.

I could go another round, but what was the point. Gretchen had mom on her side, and I was going to lose the fight. So I decided to take a dive in the second round. "It's not too bad." I muttered back.

Her next statement shocked me in the nonchalant method of its delivery. "Let me see," she said as calmly as if I told her I had a "boo-boo" on my elbow.

I said nothing, so she repeated the command more explicitly, "I said, LET ME SEE. Stand up, pull down your pants and undies, turn around and bend over."

"No! You can't make me."

"I can't, but your mom can."

"No she won't. Not this. It was one thing last Friday. I was in trouble and mom was mad. Besides she was the one in charge. You're just a girl; you're not in charge."

Once again, Lucifer revealed himself in her smile, "Oh not now, but how about at our next lesson?"

"What are you talking about?

"I mean, your mom said to tell her if you did anything bad at school."

"Yes?"

"So there was the time you cut your Chemistry class."

"That was weeks ago!"

"No it wasn't."

"Yes it was."

"I think it was much more recently. Don't you Brenda?"

"Oh yes," her friend replied. "Much more recently."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think it happed, like oh today, maybe."

"Nice try, Gretchen, but it won't work. You would have blurted out that fact as soon as you came in the door. Mom will see right through that."

Brenda interrupted, "I think it happened even more recently than that. I think it happened tomorrow."

"What?" I squeaked.

"I agree with Brenda, you cut class tomorrow."

I was still confused and it was obvious to the girls that I was so Gretchen explained it to me. "When we see her before your next lesson, Brenda and I will tell your mom that you cut class. She will be sure to give you a spanking."

"You can't do that. Mom won't believe you."

"Will she?" Gretchen added, "Your track record with your mom isn't all that good. Who is she going to believe? You or the two of us? It's two against one. You're going down, so you might as well admit it."

I was defeated again. I stood up and pulled down my pants. I turned around to drop my underwear.

"Non!" Gretchen barked. I froze.

"That is not what I asked you to do. I told you to stand up, drop your pants and undies and THEN turn around. Brenda and I want to see the front."

"I ... I," I stammered.

"Wait until your mom hears about you cutting class. Or maybe Brenda and I can come up with something even more evil for you to do."

They had me and I knew it. I turned around. I lowered my underwear.

"Oh, wow," Brenda gasped, "It's like you said it was. It's bigger than my cousin's even though he's older. Jorgie even has more hair."

"Mains sur la tete," Gretchen commanded. I put my hands on my head.

Brenda cupped her hand up to Gretchen's ear and whispered something. Gretchen's eyes sparkled with the idea her friend had told her. Gretchen looked around. She focused her eyes on my discarded T-shirt. She picked it up and folded it and rolled it into a long band. Then she told me to drop my hands as she put it around my head making a very effective blindfold.

"Mains sur la tete," she said again. I was to hold this position for a couple of more seconds.

"Tournes autour, courbure toi-même au-dessus du bureau,"I had no idea what she had just said, so she repeated en Anglais, "Turn around and bend over your desk!" I did.

"Hmm," Gretchen mused, "You are right. It looked a lot worse on Friday."

"It must have really been bad," Brenda added, "There's still a couple of yellow spots left. You can still see where your mom hit you."

"If you want it to heal and stay healed, you will obey Brenda and me. Now spread your legs, reach back and spread your cheeks. I want to see that butt hole of yours."

I could just imagine what I looked like. It was a good thing that I was blindfolded. It made the embarrassment feel more remote. I don't think I could have faced the girls like this even though I wasn't looking in their direction at all.

After a while Gretchen ordered, "Stand up and face us." She whipped the blindfold off me. There sat Brenda pushing the send button on her phone. The bitch had taken pictures of me!

"Erase that!" I shouted rather loudly.

Mom apparently heard as she shouted up from downstairs, "Is everything OK up there, girls?"

"We're fine, Eva," Brenda responded, "Everything is under control." Turning to me she whispered, "Isn't it." I nodded.

Mom yelled up the stairs, "Well, OK then. Just let me know if Jorge gives you any trouble."

Gretchen replied, "We will, Eva."

Gretchen pushed me aside and sat at my desk. She logged into her email account. There was Brenda's message complete with attachments. They showed good rear and frontal nudity. The rear shots revealed that the backside had been recently spanked.

"It won't do you any good," I said, "with the blindfold on, you can't see my face."

"That's why I took the first picture," Brenda smiled. "It's the same background and even the same shirt. You're wearing it in the first picture, and it's on your desk in the nudie shots. People are going to be able to put two and two together."

My situation was immediately apparent to me. It could be summed up in four words, "Oh shit. I'm fucked."

"Well, now that we've established who's in charge here, we can get on with the lesson."

The girls kept me naked for the rest of the lesson, allowing me to get dressed only at the end.

I escorted them downstairs.

Mom asked, "So how did the lesson go?"

"It went very well, Eva," Gretchen beamed, "Jorgie was a very good boy. He made very good attention." I bristled at being called a "boy" as if I were some second grader.

"I'm glad to hear that. I wish he paid attention as well in school."

"I think he's too distracted. He's always looking at the older girls. He wouldn't be interested in girls like Brenda or me."

They got that right!

"Don't sell yourselves short," mom replied, "You are very pretty girls. Aren't they, Jorge?"

"Yes, mom," what else could I say?

Gretchen paused and said, "in fact ..."

"In fact what, dear?" mom asked.

"In fact, there are far too many distractions in his room. Would it be OK with you if future lessons were at my house?"

"Not a problem at all," mom replied, "As long as it's OK with your mom."

"It will be OK." Gretchen smiled.

"Good," mom responded. Turning to me, she said, "Jorge, see your friends to the door."

They were not my friends, but at least this time I had my clothes on.