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Sunday, July 19, 2026

Indiana part 12

I hadn't sleep too well, and guessed that Annabelle couldn't have slept much better.

What little appetite we had for breakfast we lost when Annabelle's father told her that he would tan her butt for having wrecked the truck.

"...with drinking and speeding you endangered yourself, your friend, our foreman, his assistant, and there could have been other vehicles. Its going to be a dozen with the strap in the corral."

With that Annabelle followed her father into the corral. Marge sternly told me to followed her and added. "Louise, you were drunk, it will be eight for you!"

We weren't too relieved to see that only the foreman and his assistant were in the corral.

Annabelle was to be first and was ordered to take down her shorts. She revealed the same bikini panties as I which the boys love, and truth be said we also love feeling their hands under our skirts caressing our well offered bums.

She was told to take them down, and didn't protest. She knows its a bare ass belting, and blushed crimson while exposing her ticket de metro.

She got twelve, and after the sixth one she punctuated each of the following ones with an Ouch! or an AIEE!

With a grimace and wincing she slowly pulled up her panties and shorts, and it was quite obvious that she had her butt well tanned.

"Louise, you're next. Its eight of the best for silly drinking, bare your butt."

I knew I could escape it, but it would mean giving up on my brother's offer of attending a prestigious American college before a great med school, and worse, betraying Annabelle my new friend.

As if I had any doubts, Marge added. "And you deserve it!"

I couldn't help. "May I keep my p... p...."

Marge added. "Just like Annabelle, its a bare ass belting."

I felt a cool breeze caressing my minou as I lowered my bikini, and didn't have to wait for the belt of Annabelle's father to ignite my bum. I got the eight I was promised, and my derriere danced for each loud and fiery smacks. OUCH!

I danced the more as I pulled up my panties and shorts.

Next was going to be a long day of chores and every hands on the ranch will see that Frenchy got her butt walloped just like Annabelle.

Somehow I was proud to have taken it, and truth be told it was well deserved.

Louise and Annabelle

To be continued...

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Saturday, July 18, 2026

Feeling under the wearther...

Today feeling under the weather, but Indiana part 12 will be posted tomorrow... B

Sunday, July 12, 2026

Indiana part 11

It was Saturday, the best day of the week! Annabelle was given the keys of the new pickup to fetch special equine feed at a factory near the big town. It was going to be a great day, and our boyfriends had promised to meet us for a picnic.

It was a sunny two hours drive, and Annabelle had given me the wheel. I enjoyed driving that big truck, it was like the Yellowstone six wheeler, and as if I was offered a preview of the next part of the series. The sound system was fab, and we were singing.

At the V-Feed factory the attendants tried very hard not to be too distracted by our brat shorts while loading the two large barrels of concentrates onto the pickup.

Next was finding our boyfriends at the local supermarket and shop for our picnic, but they first gave us slurpy kisses with both hands on our bums. Yummy!

We found a lovely spot near a pond, and lost our shorts for a swim followed by a roll in the hay. It was a great starter to our picnic.

I discovered whats a real American picnic with shrimps cocktails, sausage bites, beef brisket sandwiches, rolls with brie. Yes brie is also American. It was followed with authentic American potato salad with hard boiled eggs and French Dijon mustard.

I teased. "Your American picnic has French written all over it!"

Kevin laughed. "We American can't help having twenty percent of French blood!"

For dessert it was red, white and blue berry trifle plus another roll in the hay, and a nap

because we had drank too much

With all of that we were late. Our cellphones started to ring with numerous text messages.

"What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"What's keeping you?"

"You're ok?"

"Bring your butts back home!"

"ASAP!"

"We are going to have a chat in the woodshed!"

"And your shorts and panties won't be required!"

Annabelle summed it up. "We best hurry!"

With that she texted. "All'z fine! We had a picnic, and lost track of time. We are on our way."

Annabelle took the wheel, and she had the pedal to the metal. The V10 roared. I yelled, "Hey don't kill us!"

"I am trying to save our butts."

I was about to tell her that we're toast anyway when she entered too fast into a sharp turn, and right in front of us some SUV barely avoided us, and Annabelle, while also avoiding it, had us swerve out of the road and CRASH!

We weren't hurt. That truck is built like a tank, and we had our seat belts. We extracted ourselves out of the multiple airbags to survey the damages. The big truck had kissed a ridge, and wouldn't be going anywhere for some time.

Annabelle summed it up. "Yikes! Pop's new truck. Its the strap, for sure!"

Meanwhile that SUV had made a U-turn and we recognized the white Jeep of the ranch's foreman. He wasn't alone, he was with his assistant.

Their first concern was making sure that we weren't hurt. They inspected us twice plus asked multiple questions about us having any pain, headache and etc...

Once it was obvious that we were unscathed, they phoned the ranch to report the accident and reassured Marge.

We were driven back, and it was time for some explanations. Annabelle told that she was driving, and had been speeding.

It was again proven that a girl can't hide anything from her mother when Marge, "And you have been drinking!"

We sheepishly blushed.

We were sent to our rooms, and we didn't argue. It was no longer such a great day. Annabelle sighed. "We're gonna get our asses tanned!"

Usually I have fun trying to imitate her Midwest accent, and it makes her laugh. This time I didn't.

Annabelle and Louise