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Sunday, May 31, 2026

I didn't sleep too well. The professor's remarks about my strong biology grades and his advice to prepare for medical school kept echoing in my mind, along with images of the paddle in the punishment corner. Adrien's words about discipline being a guaranty of success didn't help!

I was out of bed, and surprised myself with looking up colleges preparing for med school. I sighed, Marge is right, I need at least a SAT score of a fifteen hundred for a good one. I returned to bed, and eventually slept.

Next morning, Adrien knocked on my door before entering, and told me that whatever I will decide would be fine with him. He had said that with a strange face, and disappeared before I could answer.

I stood in front of my usual jeans and the miniskirt Annabelle had give me, and sighed. It boils down to asking yourself if you are going to chicken out. The jeans returned into the cupboard and I pulled the mini up, and it sure felt mini!

When I joined everyone for breakfast, I saw their faces brightened as they notices my miniskirt. Adrien added. "Bravo sis!" Annabelle beamed, and her father chimed with "Courageous girl!"

Marge gave me a form which read Corporal Punishment Consent Form, and added. "In agreement with Adrien we have declared you as twenty years old, a minor, and in our care as your in loco parentis." I blushed, nodded, and Adrien gave me a hug before returning to Indianapolis.

That form remained in my satchel since the school hadn't asked for it. I wasn't too willing to hand it over. It would mean the last step of admitting that I am to be considered like any American schoolgirl who could be subjected to corporal punishment for her shortcomings.

I moved out of the suite meant for tourists, and was given a lovely room next to the one of Annabelle's. I would also be sharing the chores her mother assigned her.

For my first chores in the stables I donned a pair of my own shorts, and Annabelle laughed. "What are those granny shorts?"

She gave me a pair of shorts similar to hers, with the same BRAT logo.

"You're now an American brat!"

They were as skimpy as hers, and I did feel like a brat!"

Meanwhile in school, I had been well behaved, actually we were all well behaved. I had been hardworking, but I was also warned about repeating the same grammatical errors. I do have to improve my English, or else...

I wasn't the only girl to be grammatically challenged, and it was decided that we would be given regular dictations with growing difficulties. I did apply myself and was complimented, then I relapsed.

"Louise and Barbie!"

I stood up as we all do when a prof calls us.

"You were warned and persisted, you will attend the afternoon detention class."

I wasn't to cheerful at the diner for lunch, and Kevin was curious, but Annabelle and Jennifer spared me with mentioning an essay.

At two PM on the dot, I found Barbie and one more girl I barely knew in front of a door with a sign reading Detention Room. Yikes!

A middle aged lady opened the door, and we we were sternly invited inside.

"Louise, since you are new to this school we don't have your in loco parentis corporal punishment consent form, but we were told that you have it..."

I pitifully handed the form. She read, "Twenty years... hum..." and added. "More like twenty-two as most of the girls..." I blushed.

She placed it on the table facing three paddle of different sizes, each of them looking quite mean, plus a doubled up belt that didn't look nicer.

"At twenty-two you are going to be punished as a lazy schoolgirl. Raise your skirt, hands on the table. You are getting only five with the belt since its your first time..."

"Huh!"

"Two more for unladylike like language, and hurry up!"

It was a fast train of thoughts between my ears, you accepted the program, and you can't chicken out in front of Barbie who's in your class.

With a hot flush, I raised my mini before bending forward with my hands on that table. I was quite self conscious of having pushed out my bottom clad with my petite culotte which felt quite revealing. I blushed crimson, and did feel like a schoolgirl about to be punished for laziness.