Monday
came back, and our skirts covered our still decorated bums, but just
about everyone had heard of our accident and belting.
Jennifer
returned the skirt Annabelle had lent her, and told that it hadn't
helped. Her mother had read her like an opened book. "She had me take
off your skirt and fetch the paddle. I got the same as I got at the
gym..."
We sure didn't want a taste of the paddle, and we had worked hard on our homework, phew!
Back
at the ranch, we were taking the yearlings out in their paddock when a
squad car from the sheriff's office pulled in front the house.
A
few minutes later, as we were returning to the stables, Marge called us
inside de house. "Our sheriff tells me that Saturday afternoon, before your accident, our
truck was flashed at 50 in a 35 zone which means a $45 fine."
Annabelle hastily told. "Sorry Mum, I'll pay it!"
I hurriedly added. "We'll share!"
She
shushed us and added. "Our dear sheriff told that he would take a strap
to his daughter's butt if she were to be caught speeding..."
She paused, and we blushed.
"...and
you are going to show him that we also know how to deal with naughty
girls. Come here, turn around, hands behind your heads."
We blushed the more!
She
pulled our shorts as far up as they would go. I acutely felt my bum
jutting out of my shorts, and my upper cheeks must have glowed as
crimson as my lower ones.
"Don't worry about the fine, I have paid it, run along."
She didn't have to repeat herself, we adjusted our shorts as we ran.
We fed the latest foals, something we both enjoy, and later, for lunch Marge had prepared our favorite meal. We were forgiven.
Next
day we had another mock SAT test, and we scored over a twelve hundred points.
Back at the ranch I zoomed Adrien my brother with the good news.
"Well done, keep at it, you have two more weeks!"
We
did, and a day before the big day. Marge drove us to Indianapolis we
stayed at my brother's house. Annabelle shared my room. We were put to
bed like twelve years old, we didn't argue, Marge had packed her naughty
girl adjusting paddle.
Next morning at the Indy College we took our SAT, and we heard teasing comments for our miniskirts.
"Hahahaha!"
"And for these two imps its super spanking minis!"
We shrugged!
A few hours later, we had got 1400 points.
Adrien my bro laughed, Marge didn't! We promised to be good girls...