Bordeaux Boutique & School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 07:10:30</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Players/Characters</strong></span><br>Zamdrist - Ms. Marguerite Bordeaux<br>Goalt - Elizabeth Harrison<br>MovieFreek - Monroe Boriguard<br>Gerdygirl - Caroline Simmons<br><hr><br><em>~`*'~</em> <span class="bbc_u">Summer Class of 1965</span> <em>~'*`~</em><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_u"><em>Elizabeth Harrison</em></span><br>(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1609/9248d545bb24c35elarge10.jpg)</td><td><em><span class="bbc_u">Caroline Simmons</span></em><br>(http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/1180/partygirlf1de7212559721.jpg)</td><td><em><span class="bbc_u">Monroe Boriguard</span></em><br>(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/1952/image2nk.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br><strong>Premise:</strong> Students endure the punishments and amorous awards at the School for Wayward Young Ladies<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Tone/Flavor: </strong>Spanking, light bondage, dominant/submissive play, humiliation, lingerie play<br><strong>Setting:</strong> Greenwich Village, NY. Mid 1960s.<br><br><strong>Posting Order:</strong> Zamdrist, Goalt, Gnerdygirl, MovieFreek<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ms. Marguerite Bordeaux</strong></span><br>(http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/1381/df7887731d743bf4large51.jpg) (http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/9695/image17hn.jpg)<br><br>Marguerite Bordeaux sat at her cherry wood roll top desk looking over her ledgers and inventory books. Marguerite was, among other things, a proprietor of imported French lingerie. She herself a native Parisian, immigrated to America a few years after the war, in 1950. Once an actress with a modest resume, she also served with the French Resistance. She had had a wonderfully diverse life, with many years still ahead of her. <br><br>The large space she worked in served many functions, it was both a sitting room where she entertained guest and customers, as well as a place to display and store the many varied items of lingerie she sold. America's sensibilities to fashion, especially when it came to lingerie was a bit behind Marguerite's liking, and so she took some devilish delight introducing the imported wares to open-minded American women. These items were all hung neatly in tall open cabinets or laid out on tables. There was a workspace for sewing and altering, including a garment mannequin. There was a large free standing mirror behind a floral privacy screen, and further back space reserved for storage.<br><br>The sitting area was appointed with a love seat and three cushioned, high backed chairs and a table for serving tea. The beautifully varnished hardwood floors gleamed, the paneled walls decorated with pieces from French artists as well as local avant-garde works. The forward half of the first floor was dedicated to the dinning room, kitchen and parlour. A wide banister with varnished balusters lead to the other floors where the numerous bedrooms and baths could be found.<br><br>Truth of the matter was, the lingerie business only broke even. It was her other business, the school that brought in the funds she required to run the house. The school, as far as tax records were concerned was named the Bordeaux School of Beauty, but otherwise had no known official name. Its enrollees, daughters and nieces of wealthy acquaintances came to her school by way of word-of-mouth. Most were friends of friends, and only some aware of the school's true curriculum. Indeed, lessons in proper poster, make-up application and other details were taught. Unknown however, outside her circle of friends and like-minded ladies was Marguerite's taste for young ladies and her methods of teaching. Such lessons were taught by the flat side of a hairbrush or a bare hand, as well as other more amorous ones plied behind the closed doors of bedrooms. The young ladies may or may not be troublesome or wayward, but all were treated to Marguerite's punishments and rewards. Nearly all left her home proud young ladies, standing tall and ready for the challenges of their future. Most too had shown some penchant for the fairer sex, while others came to her ignorant of such delicacies. Either way, they soon learned Marguerite's choice of lifestyle.<br><br>Marguerite returned to the sitting area and her cup of tea. Crossing her long legs she sat and looked over a number of dossiers on her new enrollees. A photo of each was paper clipped to each, along with a brief resume and background of each young lady soon to arrive. She examined each carefully, making mental notes for which could be of use later. Concentrating, she swept aside a stray lock of her curly dark locks, hardly noticing the house servant you poured her newly heated tea. The tuition of even just one young lady would pay her expenses for six months, each was an investment of her time and love, and she was eager for their arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>goalt</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 15:47:22</strong>
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				Elizabeth stepped out of her cab and brushed off her skirt. It <em>had</em> been white. Ugh. Why hadn't Father had a proper driver waiting for her in the city? Not a very good start to her schooling, that. And, honestly, what kind of school was this, anyway? There was a lingerie shop right there! Though... that might not be entirely terrible.<br><br>Really, she didn't even know what she was doing here. "School for Wayward Young Ladies", she had been told. Wayward? Her? Elizabeth Harrison!? She really didn't know <em>what</em> Father was thinking. But she complied, of course she complied. There was no saying no to Father. And so she crossed the pond, and wound up here. <br><br>Elizabeth strode up to the door. She was going to establish that she was not going to be pushed around by anyone, right from the start.&nbsp; Not bothering to knock, she swept in side, suitcases in tow. "Greetings. I&nbsp; believe I'm supposed to be going to school here." Elizabeth looked around the room. Honestly, it wasn't half&nbsp; bad. For a house. "If this even <em>is</em> a school and not some big misunderstanding."<br><br>Not waiting for a response, she flopped down into one of the chairs. "Elizabeth Harrison. And you are...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 17:34:08</strong>
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				Marguerite looked up from her reading at the entrance of the day's first student. She pegged the girl right off as the spoiled Elizabeth Harrison from Britain. Quite a far distance to travel for her modest little school, but no matter. She remained seated and watched Elizabeth as she flopped unceremoniously into a chair and announced her arrival. The young woman's whole manner spoke volumes, she hardly needed the dossier to tell her all she needed to know.<br><br>With a raised eyebrow, Marguerite rose from her seat. She wore a prim cream colored pencil skirt and a pastel blue blouse.<br><br>"Indeed," Marguerite responded simply and ominously.<br><br>She walked across the room towards Elizabeth, sizing up the young lady. Her heels clicked sharply and with authority on the floor as she approached. The student's beauty was only tempered by her petulant attitude. That would soon change.<br><br>"Welcome Elizabeth, to my home and school. Firstly, while you are here there are some rules you must follow. This is my home and you will be expected to respect it as such. This is not your father's home, and this is not a hotel. You will respect my things and you follow my rules to the letter," Marguerite said as she paced before Elizabeth, her arms crossed under her bust.<br><br>"While you are here you will address me as 'Ms. Bordeaux' or Ma'am," she said standing over Elizabeth in a commanding posture. <br><br>Marguerite produced a bag for rubbish and spoke again, "Now remove any undergarments from your suitcase and place them in here. You will receive new ones, but not before you <em>earn</em> them." She emphasized her directive by clapping her hands together sharply, making it clear compliance was expected and promptly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>goalt</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 19:08:31</strong>
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				Elizabeth did not like the tone of that 'indeed'. Not one bit. Something was wrong here. Why was <em>she</em> here, with a woman like that? But before she could object, the attractive--Elizabeth suppressed <em>that</em> thought quickly--woman was standing in front of her. "I think I can handle that, <em>Ms.</em> Bordeaux." She made the honorific sound almost as an insult.<br><br>And then the second instruction. Her undergarments? New ones? <em>Earn</em> then? "Wh... what? What do you take me for?" But there was something about her expression, her tone, that clap, that sent a clear message that Elizabeth had better obey--or else. "I paid quite a lot for some of these, you know." Nevertheless, the suitcase opened, revealing a variety of obviously-expensive clothes, in a variety of colors. The hallmark of a high class girl. The undergarments themselves were, mostly, conservative, the sort a Proper Young Lady would wear. Into the rubbish they went.<br><br>Elizabeth wondered what she had gotten into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 20:41:41</strong>
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				Marguerite took note of the tacky knickers and dreadful brassieres Elizabeth dutifully discarded in the bag. They may have been quality wear, they were wholly unacceptable, certainly for her school. The young woman's tone was equally unacceptable and Marguerite got her attention by lifting her chin up with a single elegant finger, digging a filed nail into the soft skin.<br><br>"You did not purchase these items. You and I both know your father did, like he paid for your tuition and stay here. Count yourself fortunate I do not remove myself the ones you wear now."<br><br>Marguerite's eyes moved over the attractive curves of the young Elizabeth. All in good time, she would have this one eagerly at her beck and call.<br><br>"Now sit and be silent. The other students shall arrive soon."<br><br>She turned away from the young lady with no further explanation. Her bottom tilted left and right, a posterior women half her age would be jealous of. Silently she returned to her tea and reading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 22:36:10</strong>
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				Caroline sighed and crushed the cigarette beneath the lofty heel of her shoe. The driver gave her <em>a look</em>, clearly under instruction not to antagonize the girl any more than she already was today, but just as disaproving of her smoking as her grandparents.<br><br>The driver unloaded her trunk and carried it to the front steps of the house. Caroline offered no help whatsoever, merely clutching her purse against her belly and scowling as she followed him. The long silver car slumbered behind her like a huge cat basking in the sun; the lack of practicality in stealing a limo when she didn't know how to drive any sort of car was the only thing preventing her from leaping in the front seat and tearing off down the street.<br><br>She waited impatiently as the driver knocked on the door. This was a house? She couldn't believe people actually lived in places like this. Caroline grew up striding acres of polished exotic wood and marble floors beneath ceilings that stretched stories high overhead, embellished with inlaid carvings and murals and glass delicacies of light. This was a hovel in comparison to even the hunting lodge her grandfather forced them to retreat to every month or so. Two of these brownstones could fit in that secluded "cabin."<br><br>The girl looked as if she'd eaten something grotesque and bitter as she followed the servant inside. She raked the front room with narrowed eyes. Maybe convent school wouldn't be so bad after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MovieFreek</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 03:36:39</strong>
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				Monroe began to yawn when the taxi finally left her comfy abode. It was a morning that she probably would never forget. For her morning usually came around the evening after the sun was ready to set. When that time came it was to get dressed and go partying.No work and all fun seemed like a wonderful life, but after a while with no friends to do anything with after really destroys the mood. Monroe happily went to the school not knowing what she was getting into. It seemed to be a fun idea to get away from the house and actually meet other people that didn’t know how she acted.<br><br>Once at the school a few people caught her eye as Monroe sat in the cab scared to get out. A couple deep breaths, and she got out letting her long red dress with a split going higher than it should, drape out behind her. “This place…looks wonderful.” Monroe smiled from ear to ear. A light blush covered her face as she stepped into the school. The cabi was nice enough to bring in her things and took them to her room. He was already paid in full with even more to get done what she wanted done.<br><br>Hearing the talk coming from Ms. Bordeaux it was easy to see that Monroe wouldn’t cross her anytime soon. Elizabeth was doing that for her. To help the girl any way she could, Monroe would step between them. “Hello Ms. Bordeaux, my name is Monroe Boriguard. You may call me Monroe if you so wish.” Monroe curtsied at least knowing how to treat those above her. After all she was a kiss ass to get what she wanted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 06:34:06</strong>
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				No sooner had Marguerite sat down to her tea, did another student arrive. Before she could bat two eyelashes her little school was teeming three new students. The second to arrive after Elizabeth was Caroline. Marguerite dismissed the chauffeur. The young lady's look of imperious disgust did not sit well with Marguerite one bit. This chit would likely prove to be a good deal of work.<br><br>"Ah, you must be Caroline," Marguerite stated flatly while arching an eyebrow at the prodigious trunk the driver had struggled to drag inside. "Come, bring that ridiculous trunk in here, the sitting room. And no dear I do not care how heavy it is. I am not the one who packed for a tour of the Far East. Now, chop, chop!" Marguerite enunciated her directive by sharply clapping. <br><br>"And dear, take care not to mark my floors or you will be put to task straightaway!"<br><br>It was then that the final student arrived. Monroe appeared to be a refreshing departure from the other two. The red skirted girl's sugary platitudes however didn't fool Marguerite. The little curtsy spoke volumes and she filed away the bit of info without acknowledging the gesture. "Very good, now be silent Ms. Boriguard."<br><br>So assembled was the Summer Class of 1965. A rich, spoiled rotten daddy's girl; a bad girl who's cigarette smoke still lingered about her, and the breezy but brown-nosing girl. All needed more work than Marguerite could have imagined, each had their own redeeming qualities and all three were delightfully pleasing to the eye.<br><br>"As you can see this is my sitting room. Here also you see my lingerie that I sell, " Marguerite gestured to her left and behind at the rows of hanging lingerie that included bustieres, corsets, negligees and brassieres. Laid out on tables in neat rows where panties, pettipants, garters and hosiery.<br><br>"These are my things. Do not touch them without my permission." Marguerite stood before the three girls, her back straight and taller than any of the three. Her countenance was firm as she looked each of them directly. "This is my home and such, you will treat it with respect and follow all of my rules. There <em>will</em> be consequences for infractions. Furthermore, you will address me as Ms. Bordeaux or Ma'am."<br><br>"Now come, follow me and I shall give you a brief tour. Leave your things here for now."<br><br>Marguerite led the three up the banister to the second floor. This floor was set aside in part for Marguerite's bedroom. The door was closed, "This leads to my bedroom. You do not enter here without my permission. If I am retired for the evening or resting you will knock before entering." The rest of the second floor held a sewing and dressmaking room, as well as large walk-in closets where Marguerite stored her many dresses and coats.<br><br>The third floor was where the girls would stay. Each had their own bedroom furnished with a double sized sleigh beds of oak. Each had a dresser, a vanity and closet. All throughout the bedrooms and hallways were pieces of art from classic French artists. Prominent among the collection was Renoir, depicting nude and nubile young woman. There were also a number of professional photos of Marguerite herself as a young woman during her days as an actress. Some were of her in fine evening dresses, and others clad in scandalous lingerie. Marguerite was not one to call to her own accomplishments and didn't elaborate, but they were there on the walls nevertheless for any curious enough to examine closer.<br><br>"Each of you will sleep here. The washroom is at the end of the hall here. Yes, you will share facilities." Marguerite said no more and led the three back down to the main floor and the sitting room.<br><br>"Now. Caroline, Monroe. Open your suitcase, your trunk and place all of your knickers and brassieres you have in this bag with Elizabeth's. If it pleases me and you follow the school curriculum to my satisfaction you shall earn new ones. For now, place what you have in here, " Marguerite ordered, holding open the bag for each in turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnerdygirl</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 21:49:15</strong>
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				Caroline remained silent as she toured the house. She arched a brow at the accomodations Ms. Bordeaux offered but otherwise kept her expression as neutral as possible. As soon as she could reach a telephone, she'd call her grandparents and be rid of this hovel.<br><br>The woman's request that she surrender her undergarments, especially in front of these strangers, was beyond her comprehension, however. She glared at the others in the sitting room, then moved over to her trunk and sat on it with a finality that said the lady would have to physically remove her.<br><br>"I'm sorry. No. No one ever said I had to give you my things. What I brought with me is private and mine. My grandmother would not approve of you taking my personal items."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MovieFreek</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 15:24:25</strong>
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				Monroe’s smile became brighter as she filed right behind the lady of the house. <em>This place is wonderful! Not much bigger than my house, but cozy.</em> Chills went up her spine just at the thought of sleeping at such a lovely abode.&nbsp; Monroe wondered if that was a good idea to go against her knowing that they would probably lose, but if more people did it <em>Ms. Bordeaux</em> would have to give into their demands. Plus by doing this she hoped to gain more friends to have maybe a sleep over with. Monroe was being coming a kindergarten variety of woman that couldn’t keep in her happiness.<br><br>"Same goes for me." Monroe smiled at Elizabeth grabbing her suitcase and sitting on it very close to her hopefully new friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 05:34:38</strong>
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				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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bordeaux Boutique &amp; School for Wayward Young Ladies (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>goalt</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 22:32:03</strong>
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				Elizabeth also took the door silently, watching her surroundings carefully. Ms. Bordeaux certainly had... interesting taste in furnishings. And, according to those pictures, quite a fine body. Not that she would let herself think of that woman in such a way. Not the bitch that took her undergarments and spoke to her so rudely.<br><br>She envied the other girl for the courage to stand up to Bordeaux longer. Well, briefly. Then the spanking. "What... what IS this? You can't do that!" The outraged words leaped from&nbsp; her lips before she could think of the consequences.
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