Polly's poor report card

 

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2040 part 5

That night in bed after lights out I reasoned myself. 'Its no use crying over spilled milk. You deserve the korrekturhäuser. First there was those two demerits for having failed the German grammar test because you feel that you are above learning basic grammar. Second you ran through a yellow light, and don't cheat with the fact that it wasn't red on the other side when you got through, again two dems well earned. Third you must have made a spectacle of yourself in front of some surveillance camera with allowing that boy to tickle your minette, two more well deserved dems !

 

Next morning over breakfast I finally told my roommates that I have 6 dems. They were real nice, they didn't tease me, they only said that I should be ready for some serious bum rubbing. They also knew all the questions I wanted to ask and took turn answering them. "During the day you will be given a choice of two appointments, best to take the late afternoon one..."

"We will be waiting for you with after spanking balm..."

They also debated, "Its her first visit..."

"You forget that she got 2 dems for a traffic violation..."

"Be sure to scan your bracelet before the day is over..."

I did and the metallic voice offered 9 am or 5 pm. I followed the advice of my roomies and took the 5 pm one.

 

Next day I was 10 minutes before the appointed time. I wasn't too proud to be locking my electra-bike in front of the Korrekturhäuser fur madchen. I hurriedly climbed the few steps and pushed the door.

 

I discovered a waiting room decorated with old fashion paper posters of the regional landmarks, and a row of chairs facing a counter with a matronly lady. On those chairs were sitting a girl my age also wearing a school uniform and a young woman in her early twenty's with a business like skirt and a short jacket. They were both head down looking at their shoes.

 

I introduced myself, "Good afternoon, Ma'am, I have an appointment at 5..."

"Good afternoon, junges madchen, please scan your bracelet..."

I did and the metallic voice announced my name and my misdeeds. I couldn't help blushing. I was told to take a seat, and wait for my turn.

 

The three of us looked up when the leather upholstered door with the gold plate reading korrektionraum was opened. We saw a young woman of twenty something wearing a short Bavarian dirndl dress. She was frantically rubbing her bottom. I was quite surprised to see her well reddened bum revealed by a string under such a shortish dress...

 

It was ultimately my turn. I opened the upholstered door and was welcomed by a stern looking middle aged lady. I also immediately saw a leather cushioned trestle and a strange contraption on wheels.

 

She didn't have a metallic voice. "Since it is your first visit I will be lenient, but I will take into account your traffic violation and your ribald conduct. Take off your knickers and bend over the trestle.

  I had to grab the feet of that contraption to avoid falling forward. I felt my skirt riding up and exposing everything. With one of her feet the punishing lady opened my legs before pulling my skirt up over my back. I felt a hot flush and knew that I was blushing crimson.

 

Then I heard a threatening hissing sound and, "Its the cane for you, the junior cane since its your first visit, six of the best for six demerits, and one more across your thighs so that you learn to keep your skirt down."

 

I again heard that hissing sound and it was followed by a punishing THWACK that radiated across my exposed derriere, "OH! OUCH!"

 

I had heard of the cane, but I had never received a caning. It was fierce, sharp stripes of fire which had my furry peach gasping for my greater embarrassment.

THWACK!

I cried out, "OH! ARGH! OUCH!"

I felt my eyes watering...

 

The last one across my thighs was the worse and for a few seconds I forgot my  throbbing nates. "OHH! ARGHHH! OUCHHHH!"

 

"Stand up, don't rub, hold your hands atop your head and face that wall while I update your records."

 

A few minutes later while I was still sniffling she gave me back my knickers, "Pull them up without rubbing!"

 

The soft cotton was no longer as soft! I shivered as she added, "If you come back within less than a month it will be the whipping machine..."

 

I shamefully rubbed my burning bum as I hurried down the front steps of the korrekturhäuser. I understood why the young woman of the other day was rubbing her bottom although everyone in the street could see her. It couldn't be helped with having a furiously burning moon.

 

As I was unlocking my bike I overheard an old lady teasing her friend, "Brings back memory Mariana! A stripe across the thighs for a naughty girl!"

"Yah, but I married Hans, and you didn't!"

 

I pushed my bike all the way back to Saint Agatha, and quite a few times I couldn't help rubbing my skirt over my throbbing bottom and thighs...

 

Sophie

To be continued...

 

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2040 part 4

After having visited the doll museum, and virtually played dressing up antique dolls, we were on the way back to Saint Agatha. On the edge of the old town center, Helga discreetly pointed to a small old stone house. The engraved sign above the wooden door was ancient, and quite clear: Korrekturhäuser für mädchen.

 

We stopped in our tracks as we saw a young woman close the door behind her. She had one hand on the door handle, and the other one was gently rubbing her derriere, covered by a shortish schoolgirl skirt. She turned around, and we saw that she was older than us and blushing. She must have been twenty-four. The upper age limit for being called to a Korrekturhäuser.

 

She was rubbing her skirt over her bottom with both hands as she walked down the few steps leading to the sidewalk. She must have realized that such rubbing might draw attention, and stopped, although her bum must have still furiously throbbed. She unlocked her bicycle and pushed it around the first street corner.

 

We speculated. "She failed to graduate, and has to attend a remedial school before retaking her exams..."

"It explains her short schoolgirl skirt..."

 

On the bicycle patch I called out, "Wait for me!" and zoomed through a yellow light with a prayer that it wouldn't be red on the other side. It wasn't, "Phew!"

 

Back at Saint Agatha, when I locked my electra-bike with help from my bracelet, it beeped. I scanned it as soon as I was inside. "Good Afternoon Sophie, you have been awarded two more demerits for having ran a yellow light. You now have four demerits." I sighed. 'I am an idiot!'

 

Sunday morning, we were spared the morning exercises. Instead, we had mass with the priest being a hologram. It was kinda dated, holograms are so old-fashioned!

 

For lunch, we hosted the boys from the local college. They looked yummy, with their Sunday best of English grey shorts and matching knee-high socks. We were looking forward to be spending the afternoon with them. Helga's beau introduced a friend named Diederick. He was tall, athletic, blonde with blue eyes. He was a heartthrob! I gave him my best smile. He said in French with a warm voice, "Enchanté de faire votre connaissance Mademoiselle !" And ceremonious bowed.

I answered in German, "Ich bin geehrt !" and elegantly curtsied.

 

The lunch serving robot offered guinea fowl legs with roast potatoes and chanterelles mushrooms, after an asparagus starter. I told Diederick that I was on the comity for the Sunday menu and suggested the asparagus.

 

After lunch, we sat on the grassy bank of the river by our sports field. He complimented me for my German accent. He gently landed a hand on one of my knees. I laid back on my elbows. His hand moved up under my skirt as he laid down on one elbow next to me. I closed my eyes as his hand rode up my thigh. I wasn't disappointed. I got a lovely kiss. Later, he asked if I would see him again. I enthusiastically promised.

 

The boys had gone, and quite a few of us had glowing cheeks. We discovered that the nuns had kept their eyes wide opened, and that they have double standards. They hadn't objected to our kissing and petting, but! A few of us were called out. I was one of them; and we were ordered, "Lift your skirt! If your knickers are wet, you will be whipped with the klopfpeitsche for ribaldry."

 

I could feel the wetness of my knickers. I was doomed and furious. I chided myself. 'You shouldn't have allowed Diederick's hand under your skirt. I slowly lifted my skirt with an embarrassing blush.

 

We were four to have wet knickers, four newbies.

"Follow us into the gym."

Once there it was, "Take your skirt and knickers off and stand under the exercise bars."

The next order wasn't a surprise. "Grab the exercise bar." I was on tip toes as I obeyed, and exposed my reddish tuft. "Each time you let it go, the front of your thighs will be whipped, and you won't like that."

 

The punishment started with a severe whipping of my derriere. I knew the sting of the martinet. I danced, but I didn't let go of the exercise bar. Then came the whipping of the back of my thighs. That was something else! Maman had never whipped my thighs. "Oh! Ah! OUCH! OUCH!" I danced the more! Twice I couldn't help letting go of the wooden bar and twice the front of my thighs were whipped. "Oh! ARGHHH!" It was fierce.

 

 

We were finally told to pull up our skirts. "Don't put back your knickers, go and get a clean pair. Two demerits will be added to your punishment record!" With my wet knickers dangling from one hand, I shamefully rubbed my thighs with the other one as I hurried to my dorm. I again lambasted myself, 'You can't say that you didn't deserve that, and you now have six dems, you will have to visit the punishment hauser.'

 

Back to our dorm, I adjusted my skirt in front of our tall mirror with a deep blush. It was too short to hide my vividly streaked thighs. I knew that for at least two days the shameful stripes decorating the front of my legs would be telling every one that I had received the martinet as a wanton girl, une vilaine fille !

 

Sophie

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