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Chrissiebrat
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Username: Chrissiebrat
Post Number: 37
Registered: 03-2006
| | Posted on Friday, March 09, 2007 - 12:50 pm: | 
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I have posted this story some time ago on another site, so may be some of you know it already.
Once upon a time (as this story belongs in the realm of fairytales) or in the 80es of the 18th century (the time in which the main character lived) le Hameau was built in the gardens of Versailles. Le Hameau was a hamlet with only four or five nice thatched farmhouses where the Queen, Marie Antoinette, and her ladies-in-waiting spent some of their leisure time as “peasants”. They were playing as children play, enjoying the pleasures of peasant life, but not bothering with the hard work a peasant needs to do. None of them had ever milked a cow, made butter or jam or what ever a peasant’s wife had to do.
One day when Marie Antoinette and her ladies-in waiting were having a good time at le Hameau, the Queen was annoyed by the remark of one of the ladies and wandered away. She had the intention to stroll through the marvellous gardens that André Le Nôtre, the great landscape gardener, had designed for one of the predecessors of her husband, Louis XIV, the Sun King. Marie Antoinette knew the gardens quite well, but she had never been there all alone.
So she walked for a long time, being deep in thought, until she suddenly noticed that her surroundings seemed unknown to her. Obviously a lot of time had passed, for she was tired, hungry and thirsty. She walked on not knowing what to do. At last she spotted a farmhouse – not a fake one like at le Hameau, but a real one with real people living in it. She knocked at the door, absolutely sure that everybody in the whole of France would recognize the Queen and would feel very honored to serve her the very best of food and drink.
Père Dupont, the owner of that cottage, opened the door and was very astonished to see his Queen standing there. But being a sly person he wanted to know what had brought her to his door and didn’t show that he had recognized her. The Queen on the other hand didn’t reveal her identity as she felt a bit ashamed that she had gotten lost in her “own” gardens.
“Dear man, I got lost in these immense gardens and I am very hungry and thirsty. Could you please provide me with something to eat and to drink?”
“Please, come in, we are not rich, so I can’t provide you with any delicacies, but we won’t send away anybody without a slice of bread and a glass of water.”
Marie Antoinette being accustomed to eat the most delicious and refined meals looked appalled at the prospect of eating such “primitive” food.
Père Dupont pretended not to see her reaction.
“Please, take a seat. Julie, Poupette, bring some bread and a glass of water for our guest, please.”
The two girls, aged fourteen and sixteen, not much younger than the Queen, hurried to do as they were told.
Marie Antoinette had overcome her shock that someone would want to make her eat bread and drink water.
“But, dear man, I am of noble descent. You don’t really think that I would eat such humble food. Bring me some cake and some hot chocolate.”
And when she saw that Père Dupont was only frowning at her remark, she added: “This very instant!”
“Lady, you may be of noble descent, but I can only share with you what I have got. Nobody asking at my door will leave my house hungry. But if it is not good enough what I can offer, you will have to do just that.”
“You just want to keep all the good things for yourself. Of course, you have cake and chocolate – nobody can live without that. You impertinent man, get me the right things this very moment.”
“Young Lady, noble descent or not. Nobody will speak to me like this in my own house. My daughters know that I don’t accept insolence and they know pretty well what would be the consequences for them. You are a stranger, so I will just ask you to leave my house. Right now!”
Marie Antoinette got up. She didn’t head toward the door, but toward Père Dupont and she raised her hand to slap him across the face. But the man was fast and caught her hand in mid-air.
“Young Lady, that’s enough. You are not much older than my daughters, but you are old enough to know that you should show some respect to older people. I don’t mind who you are, but I won’t let you get away with that kind of behavior. Julie, please bring the chair from the table to the middle of the room.”
Julie hurried to do as her father had told her. She knew exactly what lay in store for Marie Antoinette, although the latter didn’t have the faintest idea.
As soon as the chair was positioned, Père Dupont sat down still holding Marie Antoinette’s wrist. And with one swift movement the astonished Queen was lying across his lap. Fortunately for Père Dupont the Queen was wearing a light dress – as she came from le Hameau – and not the cumbersome farthingale which according to the court etiquette the women usually wore.Marie Antoinette had no idea what was happening to her, not even when the fatherly peasant lifted her skirt and put it out of the way. But as soon as his calloused hand fell on her bare bottom for the first time, she for sure knew and she started screaming bloody murder. But nobody was there to help her. She kicked and squirmed as that horrible hand landed time and again on her poor bottom.
She begged for forgiveness and pleaded that the spanking would stop. And it stopped – but only for a short moment, when Père Dupont asked: “Poupette, please bring me my sabot.”
And soon that heavy wooden shoe made its assault on Marie Antoinette’s bare backside. She was too tired to fight any longer and just hoped that her ordeal would soon be over. And after what seemed like an eternity to her the spanking stopped.
She was sobbing uncontrollably when she was put back to her feet. Père Dupont couldn’t hide a smile when he saw his Queen standing in front of him looking like a well punished little girl. And just like a little girl she was now begging for forgiveness: “Please, don’t be angry with me any more, I will eat some of your bread and drink your water, but, please do forgive me. I am sorry for all the bad things I said to you.”
“Please, come to the table, sit down and eat and drink.”
Sitting down was the difficult part, but somehow Marie Antoinette managed to sit down without too much squirming.
“Sir, may I ask you one more question? You really don’t have any cake or hot chocolate?”
“No, my dear, we don’t; we never had.”
“You mean you never, never in your whole life, tasted cake or hot chocolate?”
“Only at very festive occasions like marriages or baptisms, but otherwise never.”
“I will see to it that you will get some money to buy those delicacies for you and your daughters. Now I should leave, my companions probably are already searching for me. Could you, please, tell me, in which direction le Hameau is situated?”
“Julie, please accompany our guest to the crossroads from where she will find her way back.”
Marie Antoinette turned to Père Dupont and very shyly she said: “Thank you – for all. And I won’t forget the money for you.”
And true to her word, some days later a servant of the Queen arrived at Père Dupont’s farmhouse and brought him a little purse with several coins, more money then the peasant family had ever seen before.
If that little episode had really happened, it could have changed the course of history, because Marie Antoinette saying that the people should eat cake, if they had no bread, was one of the things that enraged the people at the eve of the French revolution. |
Tammynx
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Post Number: 1767
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, March 11, 2007 - 05:58 pm: |
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Very nice Chrissie!!!
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Buenaventura
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Username: Buenaventura
Post Number: 546
Registered: 04-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, March 11, 2007 - 06:32 pm: |
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Not bad at all Chrissie.Good fantasy hmmmmm spanking a queen.Boggles the imagination. |
Hardwood
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Post Number: 23
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Monday, March 12, 2007 - 06:39 pm: |
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I love it! I love it! I love it! |
Cheekychipmunk
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Post Number: 228
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Monday, March 12, 2007 - 10:59 pm: |
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Great story Chrissie
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