I didn't sleep too well. The professor's remarks about my strong biology grades and his advice to
prepare for medical school kept echoing in my mind, along with images
of the paddle in the punishment corner. Adrien's words about discipline being a guaranty of success didn't help!
I
was out of bed, and surprised myself with looking up colleges preparing
for med school. I sighed, Marge is right, I need at least a SAT score of a fifteen hundred for a good one. I returned to bed, and eventually slept.
Next
morning, Adrien knocked on my door before entering, and told me that
whatever I will decide would be fine with him. He had said that with a strange face, and disappeared before I could answer.
I
stood in front of my usual jeans and the miniskirt Annabelle had give me, and
sighed. It boils down to asking yourself if you are going to chicken
out. The jeans returned into the cupboard and I pulled the mini up, and it sure felt mini!
When
I joined everyone for breakfast, I saw their faces brightened as they
notices my miniskirt. Adrien added. "Bravo sis!" Annabelle beamed, and
her father chimed with "Courageous girl!"
Marge gave me a form which read Corporal Punishment Consent Form, and added. "In
agreement with Adrien we have declared you as twenty years old, a
minor, and in our care as your in loco parentis." I blushed, nodded,
and Adrien gave me a hug before returning to Indianapolis.
That
form remained in my satchel since the school hadn't asked for it. I
wasn't too willing to hand it over. It would mean the last step of
admitting that I am to be considered like any American schoolgirl who
could be subjected to corporal punishment for her shortcomings.
I
moved out of the suite meant for tourists, and was given a lovely room
next to the one of Annabelle's. I would also be sharing the chores her mother assigned her.
For my first chores in the stables I donned a pair of my own shorts, and Annabelle laughed. "What are those granny shorts?"
She gave me a pair of shorts similar to hers, with the same BRAT logo.
"You're now an American brat!"
They were as skimpy as hers, and I did feel like a brat!"
Meanwhile in
school, I had been well behaved, actually we were all well behaved. I
had been hardworking, but I was also warned about repeating the same
grammatical errors. I do have to improve my English, or else...
I
wasn't the only girl to be grammatically challenged, and it was decided
that we would be given regular dictations with growing difficulties. I
did apply myself and was complimented, then I relapsed.
"Louise and Barbie!"
I stood up as we all do when a prof calls us.
"You were warned and persisted, you will attend the afternoon detention class."
I
wasn't to cheerful at the diner for lunch, and Kevin was curious, but
Annabelle and Jennifer spared me with mentioning an essay.
At
two PM on the dot, I found Barbie and one more girl I barely knew in
front of a door with a sign reading Detention Room. Yikes!
A middle aged lady opened the door, and we we were sternly invited
inside.
"Louise,
since you are new to this school we don't have your in loco parentis
corporal punishment consent form, but we were told that you have it..."
I
pitifully handed the form. She read, "Twenty years... hum..." and
added. "More like twenty-two as most of the girls..." I blushed.
She placed it on the table
facing three paddle of different sizes, each of them looking quite mean,
plus a doubled up belt that didn't look nicer.
"At
twenty-two you are going to be punished as a lazy schoolgirl. Raise
your skirt, hands on the table. You are getting only five with the belt
since its your first time..."
"Huh!"
"Two more for unladylike like language, and hurry up!"
It
was a fast train of thoughts between my ears, you accepted the program,
and you can't chicken out in front of Barbie who's in your class.
I got seven, and my bum was ablaze.
She then showed us a large blackboard that was divided into three sections by blue vertical chalk lines,
"You will write the rule you have ignored till you fill up your part of the blackboard, and keep your skirts up!"
I saw Barbie's well reddened bum, and didn't need to be encouraged to keep my skirt up.
Louise
To be continued...