After lunch we were all invited to the supermarket to shop for a fresh turkey. We weren't too surprised when their father found it more important to rake fallen leaves. Their mother whom we were told to call Aunty Janet took the wheel of the family SUV. It was even bigger than the one of Cricri's parents.
Aunty led, and we followed with two carts. We got a mammoth size turkey, pecans for pecan pies, buckets of ice cream, and us Frenchies were told to choose some French cheese. There was an impressive choice, and the prices were as impressive.
Jojo had bent down to grab some roasted cashews when we heard a little boy laughing and teasing. "Hahahaha! You got your butt walloped, and well tanned. Its so red. Just like my big sister's who was belted for sneaking out with all those boys. Hahahaha!"
Jojo blushed crimson, and hurriedly tugged down her skirt, but Aunty had heard and must have caught a glimpse of her reddened under-curves peeking bellow her mini. "Young lady you will have plenty of explaining to do when back home!"
Later when their father came in from the garden. Aunty told. "Jolene, raise your skirt for your father, and explain why your were spanked, and who by, and where."
She didn't have much of a choice, and slowly raised her skirt with a deep blush.
Her dad added. "That doesn't look like a mere spanking, take your knickers down."
"That was a paddling. Out with it my girl."
It was hard to imagine that Jojo could blush more, but she did, and confessed. She told the whole story, but didn't mention her sister nor us. Her mother frowned, "Tanka Rae don't tell us that you weren't on this!"
Tanka kept her eyes on her feet as she admitted that she was there.
Our friends were now obviously in hot soup or deep doo doo, and I was starting to blush. With a discreet peak at Cricri I saw that she was also blushing. I felt that we should also own up, and we didn't need to exchange winks to agree. Fiddling with my skirt and with a deeper blush I confessed. "I was there."
Cricri echoed. "I was there as well."
Uncle Tom as we called their father first laughed with calling us the Franco-American Alliance of Naughty Girls.
Aunty Janet frowned. "I don't want my girls to be drinking, and am sure that Liliane's and Christiane's parents feel the same."
Papa Tom stopped laughing, and sternly told Tanka. "Your sister was punished and you deserve the same, since we don't have a paddle it will be my belt. Take off your skirt and panties, and bend over the back of the sofa."
He then turned towards Cricri and I. "Your fathers told me to tan your bottoms if you misbehaved. You are going to feel my belt. Skirt and panties off and join Tanka."
We had a blushing competition as we joined her with hands in front of our minous. A few seconds after having felt our bare bums well exposed over the back of the sofa it was THWACK! and Tanka echoed that with a loud. "OUCH!"
One more THWACK! and Cricri joined us with "OOWWW!"
We got twelve, and had a concert of "Sorry Sir!"
"Now stand facing that wall with your hands atop you heads, and no rubbing.
Christiane and Liliane I have a good mind to zoom your parents."
"Sniff... oh no.... please... sniff... please don't... sniff... Sir...."
I echoed that!
It was ten long minutes of corner time, and my bum was throbbing. We had a wriggling bum competition after the blushing one.
"Get dressed, you are going to help me finish raking the leaves."
I again had to pull down my skirt. "Hopefully there's no boys watching!"
Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)
To be continued...
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