Thursday, June 17, 2021

Curiosity part 5

Next morning for the ritual gym exercises and run I pulled up my white newbie shorts and the girls from neighboring dorms teased, "Prissy was a naughty girl, and the crocodile has bitten her bum!"

"Croc! Croc! Croc!"

Adriana the white knight came to the rescue, "Leave her alone!"

They didn't have to be told twice.

I questioned Lucinda, "How do they know it was the crocodile belt?"

"Because the marks on your thighs wouldn't be as red with an ordinary belt, and they aren't wide enough for the tawse and too wide for the cane."

"Ah!"

Monica added; "You best not be late for the gym assembly or will also have palm prints."

I wasn't.

While jogging I reflected on the previous evening, my roommates were very helpful with after spanking care. I feel bad to be hiding that I am actually an undercover reporter.

Next was the uniform inspection. It was most humbling to be told to lift my uniform skirt. Everyone could see the marks decorating my thighs because of the shortish kilted skirt, but raising it meant showing the marks escaping my knickers.

I enjoyed breakfast. I knew that I wouldn't be able to have fried eggs and bacon forever, unless I run at least five miles every morning.

The first class was math and the professor was waiting for me, "Miss Priscilla please join me on the stand with your Punishment Slip."

I knew that I was blushing as I stood on the stand in front of the class. I handed my P.Slip. "Please tell us how you were punished for that shameful grade."

"I was belted, Ma'm."

"Please give us more details!"

I was given twenty strokes, Ma'am"

"And?"

"It was on the bare, Ma'am."

After that last detail I felt a hot flush, and must have blushed as red as a fire engine.

"Lets see if you have learned your lesson. Please solve the equation on the blackboard."

It was surprisingly easy. Having learned the formula sitting on my pillow with a well reddened bottom had helped.

Next was French and Madame la prof pulled a martinet out of her satchel. "This is a French martinet it is very useful for encouraging lazy girls." I had tasted it when in France. It sure wasn't as severe as a belt and the marks fade in a day or two, but the six leather tails are quite stingy and always had me dancing.

Cheryl failed the French grammar exercise and was called to the blackboard. She again failed. Madame wasn't too happy, nor was Cheryl when she had her skirt pinned up. The French whippette *teased* her thighs, but it didn't jolt her French brain cells. Her knickers were lowered, and she blushed as red as a mail box. She got la fessée cul nu au martinet, and she had to write that on the blackboard.

After our afternoon PE class Cheryl and I returned to our dorm room in need of a shower. We were quite surprised to find Lucinda and Monica on their tummies with their skirts up and bare bum adorned with vividly purple stripes.

"What happened?"

"We were caught cheating, and we were caned, sniff, sniff."

Cheryl understood that her encounter with the martinet didn't compare with the cane, and she helped us prepare cold flannels. Meanwhile I gathered our soothing cream and Arnica gel. 

I noticed on their bed a paper ribbon with 7 red plaited stars. "What are those for?"

They answered in turn, "We are to stitch them onto the front of our knickers, on the right hand front side."

"Next time we are punished it will mean an extra stroke."

"An extra stroke per star whatever the implement used."

"And in the case of a hand spanking an extra spank?"

"Hahahaha! Silly bizom! An extra dozen smacks."

"And an extra six if the martinet."

"Ouch!"

We helped them stitch their stars.

Later I was up in the middle of the night and in the loos to type my report on my cellphone. Alex had left a text message, "The boss is real proud of his daughter, and no bonus for the belt!"

Priscilla

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Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Today was...

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Sunday, June 13, 2021

Curiosity part 4

I had dropped my Punishment Slip in the red mail box indicated by my roommates Monica and Lucinda. It was embossed with "Burntwood College Mail" instead of "Royal Mail." The mail collection schedule indicated : "Every day at 9 AM." I was safe for the night.

On the way back to our dorm-room our eyebrows shot up as we saw a tall brunette with streaked thighs. Monica educated us, "Its the cane across the thighs for the naughtier girls. She had a small court around her, and Lucinda added, "Thats Adriana, she again punched the light out of a girl who was picking on a friend of hers." I caught her name and discovered that she is the daughter of my CEO.

After my homework, I went to the library and choose a discreet corner. I didn't want my roommates to see me connect a keyboard to my cellphone and type at the journalistic rate of 90 words per minute. I mentioned Adriana, "She's the school's princess!" Having sent my first report to the Manchester Courier I waited five minutes for Alex the Head of the Special Investigation Department to acknowledge it. "Whoa! Spanked on the bare in front of the whole classroom! Any chance of me being disguised as a schoolgirl?" I answered with a long, "Hahahahahaha!"

Then I rejoined my roommates in time for dinner, and we were good girls.

Next days started with French and the professor sounded French. She was also an excellent prof. I have a very good French accent, as if a royal! I explained and didn't have to make up a story, "Mes parents ont une maison de vacances en Périgord."

It was only after the last class of the day that our Supervisor caught up with me. "You are to appear before the Prefect of Discipline for your Punishment Slip". I followed her. I was kinda worried, my roommates had mentioned a belting. Pop had given me the belt on a number of occasions. I knew how stingy it can be.

The corridor leading to the door with the silver plate reading Prefect of Discipline had a long wooden bench with two girls obviously waiting their turn. Miss Supervisor ordered, "Sit and watch the light above the door, green means next." I looked up and saw that it was red.

A few minutes later a girl walked our with puffy eyes and both hand rubbing her skirt over her bottom. As she turned around to close the door we saw wide crimson marks below the hem of her skirt. The girl next to me whispered, "Such width means the tawse."

I was the next one in line, and I wasn't too cocky. I was hypnotized by the red light. Suddenly it turned green. I entered and discovered a classic comfy office with a burly matron. No whipping post. no flogging bench, no display of punishment instruments, a large old wooden desk, a modern office chair, two large and tall comfy chairs with wooden armrests in front of her desk.

"Good afternoon Ma'am."

She didn't look like a prison guard, but she looked stern. She was holding a pink slip, I soon understood that it was my Punishment Slip as she read it out loud,

"Priscilla, 6th B, Reason for punishment : Failed math test : 7/20, Such a bellow standard grade is evidence of laziness. Severity Level : Severe"

She repeated, "Laziness."

I lowered my head, and felt retrospectively guilty for all my past poor math results.

She ordered, "Take off your skirt and your knickers. Neatly fold them on top of the left chair. Keep your hands atop your head."

It was very embarrassing to be standing bare from my navel to my knee socks. I again felt my ears tickling, I knew that I was blushing.

She stood and lectured me, "With math there's no place for improvisation, you have done your homework or you haven't. You have learned the formula, applied it, and bingo! If you haven't you fail. Laziness always shows with math."

"I am going to teach you a lesson you will remember when doing your future homework."

She opened a cupboard and selected a man's belt. I saw that it was made of dark brown crocodile leather.

SMACK!

"OH!"

She had vigorously whipped my buns, and it was stingier than Pop's belt!

SMACKKK!!!

"OH! ARGHH!!"

SMACKKKK!!!

"OH! ARGHHH!!"

Only half a dozen smacks and she had ignited my bum.

SMACKKKK!!!!

"OH! ARGHHH!!"

She also smacked my upper thighs. I did the naughty girl dance.

SMACKKKKK!!!!!

"OH! ARGHHHH!!!"

She worked down my thighs. I couldn't help bawling as a well punished school girl.

SMACKKKKKK!!!!!

"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"

"Will you be applying yourself for your math lessons and homework?"

SMACKKKKKK!!!!!

"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"

"Yes Miss! I will!"

SMACKKKKKK!!!!!

"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"

"I promise Miss!"

She again smacked my thighs...

SMACKKKKKK!!!!!

"OH! ARGHHHHHHH!!!"

"Now everyone will know that you are a lazy girl!"

 

She allowed me to rub, I didn't need to be told twice. With teary eyes I frantically rubbed my throbbing bum and thighs.

While I gingerly pulled up my knickers, she completed my punishment slip. She dismissed me after having given me my P. Slip. I was as red faced as previous girls as I exited her office. I blushed the more when I turned around to close her door and exposed my decorated thighs to the waiting girls.

On the way back to my dorm I rubbed as discreetly as I could and reflected, "Whoa! Maybe you wouldn't have failed math during all those years if Pop had had such a belt."

My roommates were waiting for me. They were darlings. They had prepared cold flannels and creams. "How many and with what?" 

"It was some crocodile leather belt, and I got twenty."

I did my homework sitting on my pillow that evening.

Priscilla

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Thursday, June 10, 2021

Curiosity part 3

Dinner was fine, the buffet was great. We hadn't ran and we weren't spanked, phew! Our roommates had warned us, "They have newbies wearing white socks to keep their eyes on them."

"Any misdemeanor, and its burntbutt!"

We nodded.

I got my old nickname back, I was again Prissy for Priscilla. Cheryl was asked if she still got her Cherry, we laughed as she blushed.

After dinner, since we didn't have any homework, we explored the two telly rooms and choose the one with a movie.

Lights out was at 11 PM for 6th formers.

./...

We were awaken at 7 AM by the morning bell, and Miss Supervisor bellowed, "Shorts, T-shirts and trainers for morning exercises and run."

A newbie with white shorts from the next room had forgot her bra. True that she didn't have much in that department, "PE isn't a wet T-shirt contest!" She got well roasted buns, before breakfast.

I was quite fit, and I had no difficulties with the exercises and run. Some were encouraged with smacked thighs.

Next was a communal shower. I discovered that some had met more than callous hands. I would have loved some details, but too much curiosity could expose this undercover reporter.

Then we lined up for the morning uniform inspection. Thanks to our roommates we were well prepared. I couldn't help blushing when told, "Knickers inspection, raise your skirt!"

Breakfast followed, the morning exercises had sharpened our appetites. We weren't disappointed by the buffet. I enjoyed scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, I hadn't dared having such a breakie for quite some time. I also didn't usually run 5 k in the morning.

Our first lesson was English grammar, it was a double period, an hour and a half. As a graduate with honors of the Manchester School of Journalism, I had to be careful to make a few mistakes! I would remember for my report that the professor was great.

After a break it was a double period of math. It wasn't my forte to say the least. I hadn't done any math for the last four years besides using the very basic functions of a calculator. For my O and A Levels I had reduced math to the mandatory minimum.

The professor had all the white socks newbies sit in the back of the classroom and gave us a test to evaluate our level. She also warned us, "Those who have less than 10/20 will get a bare bottom spanking in front of the class! Those with less than 8/20 will get a Punishment Slip after a bare bottom spanking in front of the class." While the newbies worked on their test she held her regular class.

The test was gradually more and more difficult, I was sure to have got the first part right. As for the following parts it was downhill, till the last one which left me in the dark ages.

The best pupils had the privilege of correcting our papers. The prof graded our work and announced, "Not bad, some great grades, and three to be spanked in front of the class. Priscilla, 7/20, what were you doing in lower 6th, day dreaming? I am going to wake you up! Please come to the front of the class."

I slowly walked down the aisle till demurely standing in front of our teacher's stand. She stood, took her chair out from behind her desk, and grabbed my ear as if I was ten. I had no choice but to follow my ear till across her knees. She raised my skirt and pulled my knickers down, I felt a hot flush and my ears tickled, I was for sure blushing.

She spanked as hard as our supervisor, she alternated between my bottom and thighs. She went around from my left bun to the right one from one thigh to the other. I couldn't help stomping the floor. I had to be thankful not to be full moon in front of the class, I would have showed everything. She didn't tire; she spanked me till I whimpered.

Then she stopped and told me to stand, "Don't rub, hold your skirt up and keep your knickers down while I write your Punishment Slip." I stood and displayed my throbbing and for sure crimson derriere and thighs to my classmates. For my greater embarrassment the math geniuses of the front row were giggling.

Punishment Request Form

Name of pupil : Priscilla

Form or Class : 6th B

Reason for punishment :

Failed math test : 7/20

Such a bellow standard grade is evidence of laziness... 

Severity level requested :

Normal, Severe, Very Severe

Punishment administered :

Signature :

./.

I was allowed to adjust my skirt and knickers, and red face I returned to my desk. I sat and read my Punishment Slip, I noticed the mention of ‘laziness’ and the underlining of ‘severe’. I had to admit that I had always been lazy with math. I kept my eyes on my desk, I didn't watch the other two newbies being spanked. I was happy that Cheryl wasn't one of them.

Later while having lunch our roommates Monica and Lucinda had a look at my P.slip as they call it. They both nodded in agreement, "Its the belt."

"Or the tawse."

"Nah, its the belt, she's a newbie."

Cheryl asked, "How many?"

"At least a dozen."

"That would be very lenient."

I chimed, "Oh! Twelve with a belt will sting..."

Lucinda added, "For sure!"

 

Priscilla aka Prissy

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Sunday, June 6, 2021

Curiosity part 2

The Registrar processed me with a smile, the smile of a prison door. Then she escorted me to the Uniform Store, and I followed with my suitcase on wheels. A matron with a seamstress measuring tape welcomed me with, "Good afternoon young lady, please take off everything above the waist!" 

I was kinda surprised, "Huh!"

"If I have to repeat myself it will be a spanking on your very bare bottom!"

"Oh!"

I wondered if the CEO of the Manchester Courier would give me a bonus for a spanking. I hurriedly took off my blazer and blouse.

"And your bra!"

I blushed and took off my bra. She measured me, and the tape felt cold. She disappeared between the shelves. I was joined by a girl which had to be a 6th former as I am supposed to be. I covered my titties and blushed the more. She came back with half a dozen bras. They were well covering and white without a trace of lace. She gave me one to try, and once I had it on she tugged it back and forth and let it snapped back. "Ouch!"

She unfolded a huge plastic bag and dropped five bras in there. Next was trying a white blouse, and five of those followed the bras. I was also given three school ties. I was thankful that Pop had reminded me how to do a proper knot. Two navy blazer with the school's crest followed. Then she ordered, "Please take off your skirt and knickers."

I took my skirt off and she repeated, "And the knickers!"

"Huh! Bu... bu... but!" 

I didn't have time to mention the presence of the other girl, she grabbed me by an ear and had me bending over her knees in a perfect and for sure well practiced movement. "What did I tell you about repeating myself?" She yanked my knickers down, and this undercover reporter got a bare bottom schoolgirl spanking in front of her future chum. 

I had forgot about the numerous spankings I got, but soon remembered. She had the callous hands of a gardener and she also smacked my thighs. I pedaled my legs and probably showed everything I have. Then she stood me up and I felt my ears tickling. I knew that I was blushing as red as a tomato. My hands flew to my throbbing bottom, and I danced on the spot.

Six pairs of white girlish knickers were dropped into my bag. I carefully pulled up my knickers and she handed me a tartan kilted skirt which was about the same length as my usual minis. I felt the hem brushing my throbbing thighs.

Then she mentioned, "Newbies are to wear white socks for two weeks." I pulled up my white knee high socks and she added six pairs into my bag. T-bar shoes followed and for a grand finale it was a boater with a ribbon in the school's colors. With the bag for my uniform and my suitcase I was told to wait for a supervisor to collect the newbies, my future chum wasn't spanked, she had learned.

The supervisor led us to our dorm. We discovered a big room with four beds, four desks and four cupboards. We understood that we would be sharing with two more girls. "Unpack, make your bed, and I will come back in one hour to inspect your cupboards and etc."

I introduced myself, "I am Priscilla."

She replied with a smile, "I am Cheryl, that was quite a spanking she gave you."

"I am still feeling it!"

We helped each other for making our beds. An hour later Miss Supervisor was back, "Your beds look good." She first inspected my new chum's cupboard, "Its a mess! Knickers, socks and bras shouldn't be mixed. She grabbed one of the chairs, none too gently twisted her left arm behind her back while bending her over her knees. She pulled her skirt up, yanked her knickers down, and spanked her bottom and thighs till they were crimson.

I was next, "You should have folded your bras, socks and knickers." She grabbed my wrist and a second later I was butt naked across her knees and again severely spanked.

Ten minutes later we were still on our bed rubbing our glowing nates and thighs. Two girls entered the room, they weren't wearing white socks. They laughed, "That one was spanked once."

"And this one got two spankings."

"She must be a naughty girl!"

We rolled over, and sat on our beds with dark frowns.

They again laughed, "Hold your horses! We are your roomies, I am Monica."

"And I am Lucinda, welcome to Burntbutts!"

I laughed, "Burntbutts, that's a good one! I am Priscilla, and am not a naughty girl, but you're right, I got two spankings!"

"And I am Cheryl, the good girl who got only one spanking."

I added, "They have callous hands!"

A bell rang, "Dinner bell?"

We had jumped on our feet. Our roommates smiled. The food is great and there's plenty. Don't run or."

We chimed, "Or skirt up, knickers down, and spanked!"

They echoed, "On the spot in front of everyone there."

We demonstrated our wide vocabulary with, "Oh!" and "Ah!"

Priscilla

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Thursday, June 3, 2021

Curiosity part 1

The CEO of the Manchester Courier had just hang up his cellphone, and his ears were still ringing with the voice of his wife, "They have beaten my baby at your barbaric school!"

"Has she complained?"

"No, she only said that she got six strokes of the cane for fighting."

"Did she say why she was fighting?"

"She was helping a junior who was bullied."

He smiled, proud of his girl defending a junior.

"Why isn't the point! She has six horrid stripes across her bottom!"

"Did she ask not to return to her school?"

"No, but I want you to investigate!"

"Yes dear, I will."

The paper was her father's. He had no choice, he flipped a switch on his intercom to call his secretary, "Please ask the Director of Publications to send his three youngest female reporters."

Ten minutes later, Pamela stepped out of his office, and the other two had plenty of questions. "No idea what he wants, he only asked my age."

The three young women were again waiting with the older secretary when the intercom buzzed. "Please send back number 2, and others should return to their departments."

I was standing in front of the CEO for the second time. The wheels of the home movie between my ears were spinning fast.

"Take a seat Miss, Miss?"

"Priscilla, Sir."

He took in her mini skirt, her shapely legs, her pert breasts. He smiled, she is as fresh as a daisy and sounds determined.

"Please tell me more about yourself."

"I am twenty one, after my O and A Levels I graduated from the Manchester School of Journalism, and joined the Investigator four months ago."

"Why journalism ? With A level you could have gone into Law School."

"I am the daughter of Adam Pulitzer, the free lance reporter."

"Ah! I understand. Adam is an old friend. If you accept the mission you will be able to give all the details to your parents."

"I am offering a few encouraging bonuses. Your contract with us will be confirmed although you haven't completed your one year trial period. You will be attached to the SID."

He again called his secretary, "Please have Alex join us."

"The SID, Special Investigations Department under the authority of Alex, my deputy."

After a knock on the door, "Alex, please have a seat. If Miss Priscilla accepts the mission she will join the SID, you will have Human Resources adjust her salary and etc."

Joining the SID! It was a dream. A red badge, parking space, executive cafeteria, no need to punch the clock, and an increase of about 40%. I'll be able to buy my Mini!

"For the duration of the mission your salary will be doubled, and you will sign your first reportage. Interested?"

"Whoa! Yes Sir!"

"You are to join undercover the Burntwood Boarding School for Girls as a 6th former."

"Ah!"

"If you are caned you will get an additional bonus."

"They have corporal punishment?!"

"Yes, and I do hope that you get six of the best!"

"I see."

"Do you accept the mission?"

"Once the mission is completed I will remain with the SID?"

"Yes."

"I accept."

"Very well, you are not to reveal your identity."

"I understand, and I won't."

Alex, the deputy CEO accompanied me to Human Resources for my red badge and adjustment of my salary. There was a number of raised eyebrows!

Back home I proudly showed Pop my red badge.

"Your CEO has already called. I remember my first under cover job, I got a broken nose."

"I might be caned."

"It won't be the first time, and I added several smacks with my belt instead of a bonus!"

We both laughed.

Mom helped me buy a new *young lady's blazer* and white blouses. I don't have much breasts, but I do have more than a few years ago. There was no need to buy new skirts and shoes. She also helped me prepare my suitcase, and added tubes of Arnica and Aloe Vera with a teasing smile. 

When Pop drove me to the airport I looked at least four years younger with grey knee high socks and a matching pleated skirt which felt shorter than my usual minis although its the same length. Two hours later I landed at Edinburgh. There was a uniformed driver with a sign waiting for me.

 An hour later Burntwood Boarding School came into view, it was most impressive. Huge old buildings, sports fields, vast greens with a lake size pond, and plenty of schoolgirls in uniform. The chauffeur carried my suitcase and led me to the Registrar's office for paperwork. Miss Registrar was as welcoming as a prison door. I saw on her desk a thick booklet of detachable Punishment Request Forms. I was seventeen, again.

Priscilla

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