Next day, after having learned that spanked in school means spanked at home, I was back to school, and the miniskirt Annabelle had given me felt even shorter with my still well reddened derriere.
I
kept tugging down my mini, and Annabelle advised. "If you're careful
your roasted butt won't show, but everyone will know you were punished
if you keep tugging down your skirt..."
I refrained from tugging it down, and was the more self conscious of my predicament.
I
shouldn't have worried about everyone knowing. Barbie and the other
girl who had visited the punishment room with me had fed the rumor mill.
"Frenchy got her butt belted."
"Full baptism?"
"Nah, she was given leniency, she got to keep her panties."
"Something tells me she also got it at home..."
I
had overheard and couldn't help blushing, but I wasn't actually teased.
It was only factual comments. Something like 'c'est la vie' or lazy and
misbehaving American girls get their butt paddled.
I
was complimented for my homework, a tender mercy, and ouch my bottom is
still sore. Plus another ouch for musing, you will for sure reach a
thousand for your SAT with such incentives.
"No running! Hands on your knees!"
Miss
Coach didn't have to raise her skirt. Rose was wearing jeans shorts.
She got three whacks with the paddle from the punishment corner. I
wasn't the only one to have witnessed it, and for the first time I saw
the paddle in action. I had felt it, but hadn't seen it in action. It
made her bum bounce back after having flattened it. She had an ARGH! for
the third one.
Her
shorts hadn't been much of a protection, and I understood the purpose of
the paddle, no need to tell a girl to drop her panties.
After
that she had to spend the whole break in the punishment corner, with
Miss Coach adding. "If I catch you rubbing I'll add another one."
For
the second period, I had more English grammar and literature since I
already have a second language. I was awarded "only" five demerits for
my English dictations. Barbie warned me. "Twenty dems and its another
detention..."
Then
it was lunch at the usual diner, and our boyfriends were late. We
decided to give them a few minutes before ordering, and sat on the high
stools at the counter.
We
didn't have to wait more than a couple of minutes. They entered the
diner with their eyes on our legs. Annabelle and Jennifer didn't
exactly pulled down their skirts. I was more careful.
I
didn't want Kevin to know I was punished as a lazy schoolgirl, but I
soon realized that the cat was already out of the bag. I had this sixth
sense feeling that Kevin was zooming at the hem of my skirt. I saw in a
shiny window a spot of reddened thigh peeking under my skirt. I
hurriedly adjusted it, and couldn't help blushing as if a schoolgirl...
Kevin,
whom I am to expect to try to reach first base according to Anna and
Jen called me Loulou, and gave me a chaste peck. I was for sure still
blushing as I offered a wide smile. He had leaned forward for that peck,
and also very discreetly, and very gently rubbed my thigh till the hem
of my skirt and that reddened spot.
"You have been a naughty girl haven't you ? That's good, I like naughty girls;" It was all so fast, I was speechless, and had a hot flush as I shivered under his caress.
On the way back to the ranch Annabelle teased. "Has he reached under your skirt?"
"Huh! You saw it!"
"Sure did! You've blushed like a tomato!"
"Is it first base?"
"Not exactly, but its promising!"
I cheered. "I am going to have an American boyfriend!"
Louise
To be continued...
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