Annabelle had waited for me, and I was rubbing my miniskirt over my still burning bum when she asked. "You're ok?"
"Hum yes and no, I got seven with the belt and they stung like hell."
She jumped into her Jeep with her mini flying while I sat carefully with holding my skirt down.
"I also had to write that preterit rule on the blackboard with my skirt up..."
She had to ask the detail!
"On the bare?"
"Nope,
got leniency for my first time, and should have got only five, but two
were added for having said huh which was deemed unladylike."
"Well,
according to our spanking sorority, since you were allowed to keep your
panties you weren't exactly baptized, but you will be at home!"
"Huh!"
She laughed, "Unladylike language two more!"
"What about at home?"
"Silver Spur house rule, spanked in school means spanked at home!"
"Oh!"
"And it will be a real baptism, a bare ass paddling."
"Ah!"
"And you best tell mom, if you don't it will be more smacks, and don't count on her not noticing. I never got away with it..."
We had arrived at the ranch, and I was mulling over the perspective of the paddle after the belt, yikes!
I
didn't think of chickening out. Everyone had been very nice, with at
the same time having warned me of stingy consequences for my eventual
shortcomings.
As
soon as we met Marge, her mom, I confessed. "Ma'am, I am very sorry..."
I couldn't help blushing and stammering. "I... I was given the b...
belt at school..."
"Well, Annabelle must have told about this house's rules..."
"Yes... Ma'am."
"Change into your shorts and find me in the shed."
In front of the bathroom mirror, I vainly tried to adjust my new brat shorts, and Annabelle laughed.
She laughed the more, and gave me that paddle decorated with the words of Lazy Girl Motivator.
On
the way to the shed, the foreman and a ranch hand couldn't
miss the tell tale paddle I was carrying. I also felt how they gazed at the belt stripes peeking out of my shorts.
I felt a hot glow as I took my panties down and revealed my trimmed curls.
Then it was WHACK and OUCH! time three. It felt like my bum exploded. OUCHEEEE!
"Pull your panties and shorts up, and returned that paddle to the coat rack."
I danced on the spot while rubbing, and didn't care what I was showing.
After
having returned the paddle I had chores to do with Annabelle in 
the
stables. She led me to an empty stall and told me to wait for her. "I
won't be long, I am going to get you a bag of crushed ice."
I was gingerly rubbing my derriere, and reflected, you now know what to expect. Then I overheard a pair of ranch hands.
"Frenchy got a taste of good old fashion American discipline."
"It was only three smacks, but she bawled like a banshee."
"And you didn't see her dancing and rubbing!"
"French girls must be softies!"
Annabelle
was back with the crushed ice. It was a great relief. I thanked her,
and couldn't help asking if she would have bawled and danced as I did.
"Nah, I can take three licks..."
After our chores, I did my homework on my tummy, and reread it twice...
Louise
To be continued...
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