Sunday, May 29, 2022

2040

In 2040, it was decided to end co-ed policies in European colleges to promote better academic results, thanks to less sexual temptations.

As a good French girl of eighteen, I had my baccalaureate with honors and A+ in German. It was easy since as I am bilingual. I am hoping to teach German literature at the Sorbonne. I applied for the Saint Agatha Discipline College of Babenberg, Germany, through our twin cities exchange program.
 
All my friends were alarmed. "Don't you know that they have corporal punishment centers for girls in Bavaria?"
"And you will have to wear a uniform!"
 
I shrugged. "We had our baccalaureate at Saint Marie, had to wear a uniform and Mother Superior has a strap!"
 
"Yes, but she has never strapped anyone!"
 
They were discounting the fact that the lovely MoSup had spanked each of us quite a few times. I hadn't mentioned that Saint Agatha is a Discipline College. They wouldn't understand that I am determined to succeed and choose Saint Agatha because of its high success rate. I was quite conscious that I might taste das schlag if I didn't have satisfactory grades.
 
A week later, I had a lengthy email from Germany. I was accepted, and I had a ten megabits handbook to read!
 
Maman drove me to Toulouse, and I took the TGV for Paris, and from there the Maglev to Frankfurt. At 600 k/h, I was there under two hours.
 
"Papier, bitte!" said the officer. I gave my French holographic ID card. "Please look at the camera and keep your hands on the scanner, bitte."
 
I was given back my ID card with a reminder. "Fraulein, please remember that our new laws stipulate that you are a minor till turning twenty-one. I see that you will be in the care of the Saint Agatha College of Babenberg. A car must be waiting for you. The driver will be informed of your arrival."
 
The driver was a nun who didn't speak too much. An hour later, I stepped out of the old hydrogen Mercedes in a large enclosed courtyard with garages and bike-sheds. Another nun was waiting for me and I discovered an impressive middle-age cloister circling a large garden with a fountain. As I trotted behind that nun with my suitcase in tow, I saw numerous girls my age chatting and laughing. They were all wearing a uniform with a short navy pleated skirt.
 
The nun handed me over to yet another nun who issued me a huge bag with my kit. I was showed a changing room, and told to change into my new Saint Agatha uniform. The skirt was shortish!
 
Next, I met a girl my age who introduced herself as Helga. "I am your 'sister' .... sorta .... I am to guide you."
I thanked her, and she complimented me for my German accent. "I am bilingual, my grandmother and mother are German."
I realized that I wasn't the only newbies with a "sister". Newbies were easy to identify. They were, as me, the only ones tugging down the short uniform skirt.
 
Helga helped with my suitcase and lead me to the first floor with the dorms. I discovered a huge room to be shared by four girls. She pulled open thick curtains to show me my part of that room and hers. We each had a window overlooking the courtyard. I had a laptop linked to a shared printer. I unpacked and sorted my cupboard.
 
An hour later, Helga explored my cupboard and said. "For as long as you are in Germany, you are to wear your school's uniform and nothing else." She helped me select what I no longer needed, and it was all returned into my suitcase, which was stored in the property room.
 
"Next you are to be issued a Saint Agatha badge and bracelet". The badge was about my name, 'Sophie de Rodez' followed by 'Saint Agatha Discipline College U-1/4', which meant that I am in a first year undergraduate.
 
The bracelet was high tech. "It will be identifying you, opening the doors that you are allowed to open, and pay for whatever you need when outside Saint Agatha." I also understood that I couldn't remove it when told that it is water proof. It was made of silvery palladium and looked stylish.
 
Helga invited me on a tour of a study hall with a huge plasma screen and tablets pc on each desk. Such equipment was in sharp contrast with the old wood paneling. We hadn't gone further than the antechamber of that large room, and remained behind a sliding glass door.
 
Suddenly, one of the nuns watching the girls seized one of them by an ear and dragged her in front of the class.
 
Still holding her by the ear, she sat on a lone chair in front of the desk of the study hall mistress. Then she pulled her over her knees, raised her skirt, lowered her knickers, and vigorously spanked her bum and thighs till crimson. Although we were behind a glass door, we could ear the girl bawling and saw her feet protest that punishment by kicking the floor as she pedaled her legs. She was blushing as red as her bottom, and I guessed that she must be aware of having showed everything she has.
 
I hadn't counted the smacks, but it was a long and fiery spanking. Once it was done, she was told to face the wall with her hands atop her head, her knickers around her knees, and her skirt rolled up. I also saw a klopfpeitsche hanging from a peg on that wall. I didn't need to be told that it was the German martinet.
 
Helga explained, "That's for whispering during a study hall session." The nun scanned her bracelet with some handheld device, and my 'sister' added, "That's for updating her punishment record."
 
I couldn't imagine receiving such a severe fessée cul nu devant toute la classe à 18 ans.
 
Sophie and Helga
To be continued...
  
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Saturday, May 28, 2022

Le fessée cul nu pour impertinence


 


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Sunday, May 22, 2022

On the farm part 6 and Epilogue

It was again the day for our monthly report cards. I handed mine to Auntie with butterflies in my tummy. I had been unlucky, I had a D and an F in physics and chemistry tests. I knew that a D meant two strokes of the cane and the F meant four. Agnes had summed up. "Ouch! Its six of the best."
 
Auntie announced. "You are going to learn how I deal with lazy girls!"
 
I remembered how the two strokes of the cane I had received on arrival for my shortish skirt had taken my breath away. I was lucky that Aunty didn't notice that I shamefully wetted my knickers.
 
"Go fetch your cane, and hurry up!"
 
I hurried upstairs. Went to the loo, dried myself, changed into clean knickers, and shivered as I took my cane from behind my bedroom door. It was going to be my first sixer.
 
Back in the dining room Auntie ordered, "Pull your knickers down to your knees and lie over the table with your skirt up. Each time you break your position or rub it will be a stroke across your thighs."
 

 THWACK!
 
"OH! AH! OUCH!"
 
THWACK!!
 
"AH! ARGHHH!"
 
I felt my knickers fluttering down my legs.
 
THWACK!!!
 
"AIE! AIEEEEE!"
 
I was now free of my knickers, and I was tap dancing
 
THWACK!!!!
 
"AH! OUCH! OUCHEEEEE!"
 
Four strokes, my bottom was furiously burning. I was in tears, and couldn't help rubbing. Auntie whipped my thighs, "ARGHHHHHH!"
That was as fiery as the four strokes blazing across my bum. I didn't want another one, and gripped the table to refrain from rubbing my throbbing thighs.
I no longer bothered to close my legs for the last two, and they had me blubbering.
 
Finally she had me stand in the corner with having hooked my cane into my rolled up skirt. "If I hear that cane drop you will get an extra stroke!" Sniffling I stood very still in the corner. I heard the maids, "City girl now knows what it is like to be caned in the country."
 
Agnes did her best with a bag of crushed ice and our latest after spanking balm, but next day in class I couldn't help wriggling in my seat. I wasn't the only to have been punished for a poor monthly report, and there was no teasing. That was a tender mercy. The horrid science Mistress was satisfied.
 
Gym was horrible, my shorts couldn't hide the vivid stripe across my thighs and I heard a boy telling his friend, "Natty mod couldn't hold her position."
 
Epilogue
 
 I feared those punishments. I applied myself as best as I could, and Agnes helped. Eventually my grades steadily improved. I got my A-levels with honors as Agnes, although she had done better than me.
 
Our experiments with after spanking balms led us to med school to be pharmacists. It was in Manchester and Mom housed both of us, but she wouldn't punish us when we got poor grades. She nonetheless followed Aunty's suggestion that we should continue to wear skirts or dresses with bare legs, no stockings for us.
 
For every holidays we were back on the farm. Auntie carefully studied our reports cards, and we fidgeted as we stood at attention while waiting for her to pass the verdict.
 
"How do you expect to be a pharmacist with such science grades Elizabeth?"
 
I blushed, and kept my head down.
 
"Take off your skirt and knickers, you will be receiving eight strokes of the cane."
 
It didn't take more than three minutes to be again a sniffling schoolgirl standing in my old corner with my hands above my head. I was twenty years and shamefully exposing my streaked bum and thighs for everyone present.
 
She now always caned our thighs, although not as hard as our bottoms, and mentioned. "So that you won't be tempted to tease the boys with rolling up your skirts!" She was right, we sure didn't want to show that we were still punished as little girls.
 
On the train back home we were fidgeting in our seats. Agnes still academically a notch above me had received only six strokes. The last two were, of course, applied across her thighs, and our after spanking balm wasn't much help for that.

On the train...

With red faces, we overheard two old ladies whispering.
"I am telling you those Misses High and Mighty were caned as schoolgirls."
"Oh Gladys, that's impossible, they must be at least twenty years!"
"When I entered the compartment, one of them was looking out the window, and I saw purple cane marks across her upper thighs."
"She must have been very naughty..."
 
We acted as we hadn't overheard them. We tried to hide our blushing cheeks with our noses into our biology books.
 
A few years later we graduated, Agnes was first, I was second.
 
Elizabeth and Agnes

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