Yesterday
at our usual diner, Kevin and I shared dessert in the restroom, and we
didn't have mush rest... but he also soothed my recently paddled
derriere.
The waitress had
asked what we were doing in there, and we had to stop doing it, whatever
it was! Annabelle, Jennifer and their boyfriends had a pretty good idea
of it. They made me blush. I felt as if I
was again sixteen. As for Kevin he smiled like a cat who ate the canary.
Today,
it was the weekly afternoon for PE. It wasn't required for the SAT, but
it was about giving us a taste for competition, and learning to give it
all we got, whatever the objective!
In
the changing room there was a collection of paddles and belts plus a
sign reading, "Discipline Program".
Having
dropped my skirt to change into PE shorts everyone saw why I had been
sitting carefully in class, and I attracted a few teasing comments.
"Hahaha! Frenchy got a good taste of American discipline."
"It sure looks like the paddle, and it must have been at least six of the best."
"Still remains the question of her having made the BA grade."
They
also saw my trimmed curls, and found the pattern cute. They teased me
till I told how its called a Paris ticket de metro or subway ticket. I
tried to adjust my shorts, but it was useless. Fortunately I wasn't the
only one sporting a red bottom.
I had overheard them mentioning the BA grade, and discreetly asked Annabelle.
She spelled it out none too discreetly! "BA grade means bare ass!"
"Ah!"
I had blushed so much that these two girls laughed. "Look at her blushing! She must have been bare-assed!"
As our
coach was checking our names Miranda came running. "Sorry Miss..."
"Take your skirt and panties off and give me one of these paddles, four smack will teach you to be on time!"
She danced on the spot with each smacks, and I was no longer self conscious
of of my skimpy shorts. Miranda's shorts sure didn't cover her well reddened bum.
Miss Coach had us do various exercises as well as
pushups. I got two smacks of the belt for encouraging me to complete the set. A
couple of girls had required quite more for rope climbing.
Then
she took us outside on the school's sports field. A pair of naughty
boys who had far better things to do had found a gap through the hedges.
We were well encouraged to run...
In French we say
that girls having the hots have le feu au cul. Kevin my personal
fireman had dealt with that, but my derriere colors had been revived by the belt, and
I ran as if it was still on fire.
Later
back in the changing room, as usual, the deputy principal inspected our
performances recorded by our coach. Our friend Jennifer was call
forward. "For such lack of efforts its six of the best, take off your
shorts and panties." She didn't argue, she didn't want extras.
Next
our coach was told to apply the necessary punishment, and to make it
memorable. Jennifer had a hard time keeping her hands atop her head as
she did quite a dance! Six resounding smacks for a well reddened moon.
After
ten minutes of corner time and some sniffling she very carefully pulled
up her panties, and asked us if we didn't have a spare skirt because
she didn't want to return home with her shorts revealing her punished
bum. We all knew the rule, punished in school means punished at home. I
remembered how I got my first taste of the ranch's paddle.
We
didn't have a spare skirt, but Annabelle exchanged her skirt for her
shorts, and once she had changed told her. "If you rub your butt like
that, your mom will for sure raise your skirt and you will be toast!"
I did my chores and my homework as best I could. I didn't want another taste of the Lazy Girl Motivator.
Louise
To be continued...
./.