A
week later, Kevin was proudly boasting that he has conquered the too
hot to handle French girl, and I had him wrapped around my little finger
just like Annabelle and Jennifer lead their boyfriends. Who had
conquered who wasn't debatable for us girls.
I
had also improved my English grammar, and had reached almost 970 points
for my latest SAT mock test. I was also riding like a cowgirl. Hiya!
All
was peachy perfect except for a few unpleasant chores in the stables I
had been avoiding, and the foreman caught me! He reported me to Marge,
Annabelle's mom; and my in loco parentis mom.
Needless to say that she wasn't too happy! She dragged me into the corral.
A bare ass paddling will teach you a lesson!"
She bend me over the wooden fence and lowered my shorts.
"Since they had to do the chores you hadn't done, its only fair that you are punished in front of them!"
Then she lowered my panties!
"Oh no!"
She didn't listen, and I was le minou al fresco. I got six whacks with that Lazy Girl Motivator paddle of Annabelle.
It was a concerto of SMACK and echoing OUCH, and my rear cheeks for sure blushed a deeper shade than my shameful upper ones.
She
added. "You stand like that till I tell you when to pull up your pants, maybe that will teach
you to do your chores."
I
danced on the spot while frantically rubbing my blazing bum, then
realized how I was showing everything I got. I hurriedly had a hand in
front of my curls while the other one vainly tried to sooth my derriere.
I overheard one of the hands. "I remember when Annabelle got the same..."
"Yeah, no reason for Frenchy not to get it as well..."
"That sure took her down a peg or two!"
"Serves her right, I don't want to again have to finish her chores!"
It was so embarrassing, I must have blushed up to my ears!
That
evening for dinner, I was thankful to Annabelle for having offered a
cushion, and kept my eyes on my plate while I was lectured by her
father.
"We
have promised your brother that you will score at least a thousand for
your SAT, and you have agreed to follow our rules. Therefore you are
going to learn what real American discipline means! Understood ?"
"Yes Sir..."
Later,
while doing my homework, I mused, "That was a super fessée. Even with
Papa's belt you never got such a severe fessée... and so embarrassing...
and you can't say that you hadn't deserved it.... skipping your
chores... what were you thinking!" With all this swirling around in my
head, I needed help for sleeping, and my fingers eventually helped..
Next
day, back in school, it was wearing shorts and show everyone that I got
a good one, or wearing the same miniskirt as Annabelle and all the
girls. Indeed a no-brainer!
To
avoid drawing attention, I was very careful not to tug it down every
other minute. It was so far so good till having to sit in class. I sat
too carefully and the professor noticed, "Isn't the paddle more
effective than the martinet Mademoiselle Louise?"
I again felt a hot flush.
Next
was lunch at our usual diner and with our boyfriends. Kevin didn't have
to be told that I had another encounter with a paddle. He of course
called me a naughty girl, and asked if he could give me a rub...
Louise
To be continued...
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