Slowly, and in an nonthreatening manner, Ms. Bordeaux walked over to Caroline and sat down next to her on the trunk. In a kind and maternal fashion, she draped her arm across the girl's shoulders. As she spoke her tone was soothing, and understanding. For all the world she now seemed like a sympathetic aunt or grandmother.<br/><br/>"Yes dear, I understand. Here you are in a new and strange place, away from your family. And now someone asks you to turn over your private things."<br/><br/>Now Marguerite was not a physical person, she wouldn't strike anyone as physically impressive, not as anything but an attractive and confident woman. Her days however in the French Resistance did lend her a certain set of skills that came in handy on occasion.<br/><br/>After lulling the three girls, most importantly the snotty Caroline, into a false sense of relaxation, with one swift and fluid motion she flipped the girl over in her lap. Her arm around the girl's shoulder provided the leverage needed. The motion also conveniently flipped the back of Caroline's skirt over, exposing her pretty bottom and panties.<br/><br/>Marguerite didn't waste the advantage. Her bare hand came down quickly.<br/><br/><em>Smack! Smack! Smack!</em><br/><br/>Marguerite's toned changed again, both louder and more firm. "But while you are in<em>my</em>house, at<em>my</em>school, you will follow all my rules to the letter!"<br/><br/>Oh how Marguerite enjoyed delivering her punishments, laying her hands on the bottoms of young ladies. Such soft and pliable flesh. She never could decide which she enjoyed best, punishments or rewards. Plenty of both would follow in the days to come. Her hand came down, hard enough to sting through the cotton panties, measured enough to not bruise. This balance she excelled at.<br/><br/><em>Smack! Smack! Smack!</em><br/><br/>She released Caroline and stood over the three girls.<br/><br/>"Am I perfectly understood, you spoiled, little, chits!" Each of her last words she enunciated crisply and sharply. There would be little doubt left who was in charge.<br/><br/>"Now place your panties and brassieres in the bag. Now. Do not make me cross."