Paul was somewhat sceptical about his friend Larry's unexpected request.
"I don't know Lar...Cecile is a lot older than you. I think she'd prefer to date men her own age." he told his friend.
Larry was insistent , he had met the multiple divorcee Cecile at a brunch for their friend Mark and was immediately besotted with her.
For a woman in her mid-fifties , Cecile looked much younger, with long dancer legs , tiny waist and a tempting cleavage that Larry could not take his eyes off.
A native of French, Cecile still had a pronounced accent, and with her shoulder length blonde hair had that Brigitte Bardot mystique about her.
She and Larry had danced the night away and the much younger man had trouble keeping up with her.
Larry could barely think of anything but Cecilia all week , and admittedly , the question of their age difference did trouble him somewhat so he finally called to ask Paul if Beth would give him Cecile's number.
"Come on Paul....you know we hit it off... and I'm sure Cecile felt the same way about me! Besides , the age difference doesn't seem to be an issue for you and Beth! " he argued convincingly.
Paul paused to consider his friend's request.
It was true that he and Beth had the same age difference and were very happy , but having a much older , mature wife did have challenging and unexpected elements .
He shifted in his seat , reminded that one of those elements was that Beth gives him a good spanking if he acted up .
"It's not all about dancing and having a good time Larry......Cecile is a mature lady with different values , but she may not appreciate some of your crazy , juvenile antics!" Paul warned.
His friend remained unperturbed , "True....but Beth seems to have done a heck of a job of settling you down. You're almost a sensible , respectable citizen now!"Larry teased.
Paul shifted in his seat again , his backside still tender and sore from the application of his wife's hairbrush the night before.
"Are you sure your ready for big changes Larry? Cecile is a confident, no-nonsense lady you know. She's a Principal at a Private School and she knows how to handle naughty boys like you!" he told his friend , only half joking.
"I'll bet she does!" his friend cackled and added , "So? Will you ask Beth to call her?"
Paul sighed , "OK Larry...Beth is having lunch with Cecile this week so I'll ask her to put a word in for you and see if she is interested." he said, delighting his excited friend.
"Larry dating Cecile?" Beth asked with surprise , "Are you serious?"
Paul nodded and poured his wife another glass of wine , "I tried to warn him Beth , but he still wants to ask her out." he explained.
Beth's eyes widened in feigned outrage , "You WARNED him? Warned him about what?" she asked indignantly.
Paul immediately went on the defensive , "I just told him that having a relationship with an older woman may means he will have to change!" he blurted.
Beth slid her hand up her husband's thigh to caress his crotch , "Did you tell him about the sex?" she purred.
Paul pulled his wife closer , "Well that is one of the benefits !" he grinned . "No I was referring to Larry's immaturity....I doubt if Cecile will tolerate it any more than you would !" he explained.
Beth snuggled closer and looked up at Paul , "You're right about that Sweetie , Cecile treats naughty boys the same way I do!" she teased.
Paul's face flushed and his backside tingled when Beth gripped it firmly , making him wince.
"Is your poor bottom still tender Sweetheart?" Beth teased with a pout .
Cecile laughed and raised a brow at her friend , "Are you serious Beth? He certainly is a handsome young man , but rather immature don't you think?"
Beth chuckled , "That's true Cecile , but I'm sure you'll cure his immature behaviour by introducing him to a little bit of French 'culture' !" Beth smirked and winked , making her friend laugh.
"Well it is still in the top drawer of my armoire ....although it hasn't had much use recently !" Cecile giggled, pausing to consider Larry's request.
She reflected on her brief meeting with Larry , he was certainly a fine looking specimen , and she especially loved that taut , muscular rear encased in tight jeans.
"He seems like a nice young man Beth , so I suppose there would be no harm in dinner and some dancing . Go ahead and give Larry my number.....but I expect him to behave like a perfect gentleman!" she added with a warning wag of her manicured finger .
"How do I look?" Larry asked , straightening his tie and looking in the mirror.
Paul regarded him carefully , "You look better than I've seen you for a while Lar....but I'm not sure about the jeans and cowboy boots?"
Larry shrugged , "Cecile will like these , and you know why !" he replied giving his own firm rump a resounding smack.
"Remember now Lar, Cecile is a classy lady , a real sophisticated Frenchwoman , so she expects you to behave like a Gentlemen!" Paul reminded his friend .
Cecile cast a discerning glance over the handsome young man standing at her doorstep , raising a brow as she eyed his faded blue jeans and scuffed cowboy boots.
Larry stuffed the day old flowers he had picked up at the gas station in front of her nose.
"Boujooor Cecile!" he grinned.
Her cute nose wrinkled as if there was an odd smell , Cecile reluctant accepted them .
"Not a good start 'Monsieur Larry' !" she sighed in her deep french accent.
Larry's jaw dropped , "What?" he blurted , looking down at his jeans and cowboy boots.
"I certainly hope the restaurant does not have a dress code .....and I only accept 'FLEURS FRAICHES!" she said haughtily , tossing her pretty head back.
Undaunted , the besotted Larry escorted Cecile to the car .
She looked amazing in her low cut , little black dress , heels and her blonde mane freshly coiffed.
Cecile paused when they approached Larry's 1969 powder blue El Camino.
"You like it Cecile? I'll bet they don't have any of these over in old France !" he declared proudly.
Cecile shook her head when Larry opened the door for her , "No we certainly don't , but when was the last time it was cleaned?" she huffed .
Larry reached down and removed his dirty golf shoes from the passenger seat and hastily dusted it off with the sleeve of his jacket.
Cecile let out an exasperated sigh and reluctantly slid into the seat.
It was a quiet drive to the restaurant with Cecile holding on tightly to the dash as Larry dodged through the traffic , his attempts at conversation receiving limited response from his date.
"So I hear you're a Schoolteacher Cecile !" he asked loudly.
Cecile nodded , "Yes I am , and I taught For 10 years at a private school for Young Gentlemen in Paris."she told him.
Larry cackled , "WOW! A school for Young Gentlemen indeed....like me you mean ?"
The older woman scowled at him ,"Not quite Larry....it was up to age 21." she informed him.
"You wouldn't want to be teaching me when I was that age Cecile....I was a real troublemaker!
I was in the Principal's Office for a paddling once a week!" he declared proudly.
For the first time , his date seemed interested in Larry's conversation , "A paddling?" she asked curiously.
Larry seemed surprised at her question , "Yea if you broke the rules you got a paddling....5 or 6 good hard swats of the paddle on your butt! Boy did that burn!" he recalled , "Don't they have paddling in the schools inFrance ?" he asked.
Cecile smiled impishly , "No but we have a very effective French method to discipline young gentleme , and I can assure you they were very reluctant to experience it a second time!"
Larry looked at Cecile puzzledly to continue , but she offered no further details , "A sort of old French custom?" he asked .
Cecile cast him a stern glance , with just a hint of a smile , "I'll introduce you to that French custom soon enough Larry." she warned as Larry cruised into the restaurant parking lot .
"You like Tex Mex?" he asked innocently.
Despite feeling overdressed and out of place at the 'Lone State Ranch Restaurant' , after a few tequilas and her first burrito , Cecile was actually enjoying herself.
Her enthusiastic boyfriend scooped her into his arms and swung her around the dance floor like a rag doll.
Cecile loved it as much as she loved Larry's company and had a great time.
A few hours later , Larry was opening the car door of the El Camino and reaching out his hand to help Cecile out.
The tequila clearly affecting her , Cecile tripped on her heel and flopped into a grateful Larry's arms .
Scooping her up , he handed her the errant shoe and deposited her at the front door.
"I hope you had a good time Cecile....you know....enough to do it again? I know I messed up with the jeans , the dumb flowers , not cleaning the car and my choice of restaurant but...." he babbled until Cecile placed a manicured finger on his lips to silence him .
"Of course I would love to do it again Larry . I had a great time....although you do have some improvements to make just like those young gentlemen I corrected in France!" she said.
"You mean that old French custom you told me about earlier ?" he asked curiously.
A mischievous grin played on Cecile's face and she brushed her body seductively against his , "I believe a demonstration of that French custom may be in order !" she cooed.
Instinctively Larry pulled Cecile closer , one big hand encasing her tiny waist as the other wandered up the hem of the skirt.
"Uh oh! Not so fast young man!" Cecile scolded , slapping the wandering hand away , "Why don't we go inside for a nightcap!" she added , opening the door.
Inside , Cecile poured them each a Napoleon Brandy , "Excuse me for a moment Larry..." she purred , returning a moment later wearing a short, silk robe , concealing obvious charms underneath.
An excited Larry moved to loosen the tie around her waist , but the mature French lady slapped his hands again , "I said not so fast Larry....not until after your lesson in French discipline!" she scolded.
A disappointed , but still encouraged Larry sat down while the pair finished their drink .
Larry could not take his eyes off the revealing glimpses of cleavage and stocking-tops Cecile offered him teasingly.
"So what is this French custom you're going to show me Cecile ?" Larry asked impatiently.
Cecile brushed her full lips on the brandy glass and took a sip.
"Tell me Larry ....do you know what a martinet is?"she asked .
Larry shook his head .
"It's a person who demands rigid adherence to rules which must be obeyed....you would call her a 'disciplinarian' . So if you and I are going to be a couple you must accept that I will be your Martinet!' she told him.
Larry's face flushed and his jaw dropped , "You'll discipline me?" he blurted.
"Yes I will!" Cecile replied , allowing her robe to slide down her shoulders as she moved closer to Larry.
"A martinet is also an implement used to administer discipline !" she added.
Larry was looking nervous and uncertain now as Cecile continued , "I keep a Martinet in my bedroom , would you like to see it Larry?" Cecile asked seductively , standing up and allowing her robe to fall to the floor .
Underneath she wore a black lace low-cut bra , matching panties and stockings and garter belts.
Larry felt his erection bulge when his eyes feasted on sight of Cecile's womanly curves encased in the expensive lingerie.
He followed Cecile's swaying , curvaceous bottom down the hall to the bedroom.
"Why don't you take off that shirt Larry." she suggested and Larry quickly complied.
Cecile brushed against his muscular chest and caressed his six pack abs.
"Mmmmm.....even juicier than I thought..." she cooed.
Larry reached out for her again , but she brushed him away ,and waved that manicured finger at him again , "I warned you Larry.....not before your lesson. Now lower your jeans!" she ordered briskly.
Larry hesitated for a moment.
"I am your Martinet! You will obey me. Lower your jeans!" Cecile demanded firmly , smiling when Larry started unbuckling his belt.
A nervous smile played on Larry's face and he seemed quite happy to play along with Cecile's seductive game.
However , for Cecile it was no game!
Bare chested and pants at his knees , Larry waited while Cecile opened the Armoir drawer and scooped up the martinet.
Slapping the thin leather thongs against her palm she turned to face her new boyfriend.
"You will refer to me as Madame and obey my every command. Do you understand ? " she said sternly , slapping the thongs against her palm again for emphasis.
Larry was beginning to realize that his dream fantasy might be turning into a nightmare.
He did not like the look of Cecile's martinet one bit.
"You're going to whack me with that thing?" he bleated.
Cecile raised a brow , "Excusez-moi?" she scolded.
"Sorry...I mean Madame...." Larry stuttered.
"Tres bien." Cecile replied, "Yes it is very effective at 'whacking' a young gentleman's bare bottom. It will hurt Larry. It will hurt a lot but do not worry.....there will be no permanent damage , although I will apply this martinet to your fesses nues and it will sting very much and leave very nice marks for me to admire , but unfortunately will make sitting quite uncomfortable for you for the next day or two!"
Larry's jaw dropped , "A spanking on the bare bottom? Madame?" he asked nervously.
A confident Cecile paced before him , swinging the martinet menacingly , "More like a whipping!" she clarified , "Now bend over , grab your ankles and present your derrierre for punishment!" she commanded.
Larry knew he could bring this to an end by leaving but instead he found himself bent over , clasping his ankles.
Cecile took a moment to admire her new boyfriend's muscular backside encased in his 'nightie whities'.
Larry felt a cold draft when Cecile whisked his undies fown to expose his bare cheeks and prepared himself for the whipping Cecile had promised him.
The next morning , Cecile smiled as she eyed Larry still asleep and lying face down displaying his cute backside and upper thighs decorated with angry red weals from her Martinet.
Cecile sat up in the bed and caressed Larry's tender , whipped cheeks with her palm , and he asked him with a yelp , "OW! Careful Cecile!" he yelped.
Keeping her hand in place , she felt the welts left by her martinet , "Such beautiful textures and hues of rouge !" she cooed , admiring her handiwork.
"Time to get up Larry. Your Martinet needs to finish your punishment before we have breakfast !" she announced , taking a seat on the big chair and picking up the hairbrush conveniently placed beside it.
Larry gasped , "Please no Cecile....no more spanking ...my butt is still raw from last night !"he pleaded.
"You must obey your Martinet Larry!" she told him firmly.
"Yes Madame." Larry replied , standing up and rubbing his chastened cheeks in preparation for the brush.
"Over my lap young man and take your punishment !" Cecile ordered , patting her inviting lap.
"Yes Madame!" Larry replied.
Paul was hard at work on his truck when his friend entered the garage , "Larry ! So how did your date with Cecile go?" he asked curiously.
"Uhm...pretty well I guess....I think I made an impression because we're going out again next week!" Larry replied proudly.
Just then Beth appeared at the door , nursing her coffee and grinning broadly at their visitor, "I believe it was Cecile who made an impression on you Larry.....care to share ?" she teased.
Larry looked at her in stunned silence.
"Cecile told me all about it ! I'd invite you to sit but I doubt that you would....or could!" Beth added.
Larry's jaw dropped , "She told you...everything?" he gasped.
Beth shrugged , "Of course Larry....you were warned about dating an older woman !" she teased.
"Now you had best go home and change because you and Paul are taking Cecile and I out for dinner this evening. Somewhere classy and expensive so please dress appropriately." she added , surprising both young men.
"We are ? But I'm not done with my truck Beth ?" Paul protested.
Beth regarded her man sternly , "Well if you had not procrastinated about that all week it would be done by now , so I suppose I will have to drive you to work tomorrow!" she scolded.
Larry cackled at his friend's correction , "She is right about that Paul?"
Beth turned her exasperation to Larry , " ....and you young man need to give that old car of yours an overdue cleaning before you pick up Cecile unless you would like another 'French Lesson' " she told him.
Larry blushed and it was Paul's turn to laugh but Beth silenced him with a wag of her finger , "I'm glad you find Larry's plight so amusing Paul because you're going to have a lesson in French culture just like Larry! Now get inside and get upstairs!" she ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!" Paul replied instinctively .
You mean , "OUI MADAME!" Beth corrected.