Sunday, October 30, 2022

District Remedial School continues from Crimson Manor, part 1

Mrs Forsythe had talked to Mr Coleman, our boss, who in turn talked to the CEO. It was easy for him as it is his father. It was agreed that I would be attending the District Remedial School under the work and study program. I had also promised to join the company's legal service after law school. Mr Coleman wants to keep 'his investment' since his firm will have helped me graduate.

Mrs Forsythe is going to supervise my results, and announced. "You will be registering tomorrow morning, and I will be accompanying you. I have arranged for two secretaries to stand in for us."

Next morning, I discovered the local Remedial School for Young Women. It looked like a small village school, built with red bricks right after the war. It has an old clock above the main door as a reminder for pupils to be in time. Flowered windows, a bike-shed and a patterned cement schoolyard complete the picture.

Miss Melrose, the Principal, opened my file. "Julia Meridith, single, second assistant to the VP of C&Co, age 22. Please be informed before signing the registration form, that young ladies are treated as schoolgirls, subject to corporal punishment as warranted, and wearing the District Remedial School uniform." I nodded and signed.

Mrs Forsythe, handed the C&Co letter agreeing to let me attend the half day classes. She also pocketed the Remedial School's form for the company to claim a tax exemption on my salary, as I would be keeping my full time income although working part time.

Miss Melrose presented Mrs Forsythe another form for her to be appointed as my referent and suggested, "Since she won't be able to repeat her year I am suggesting the strict discipline regime. If you agree please check the box, and counter sign it."

I peered at the form and saw the levels of discipline, strict was the second one from the top. Mrs Forsythe checked the box and signed without hesitation. No one had asked me. I was again a schoolgirl!

"Julia please follow me for your uniform. Mrs Forsythe please join us." We were introduced to the school's matron who called out the various pieces of my uniform as she filled a basket, two pairs of black leather school shoes, 7 pairs of grey knee high socks, 7 pairs of white cotton knickers. 7 white long sleeve blouses, four ties in the school's colors, 7 white brassieres, 4 grey pleated skirts, two navy blazers with the school's monogram, etc.

I was told to dress and showed a fitting room behind a curtain. "And tie your hair in a pair of bunches." I was tugging the short skirt as I reappeared. Miss Melrose chuckled, "As teen they want the shortest skirts, in their twenties they prefer jeans. We feel that short skirts reminds them that they are back to school."

Then she let out a loud, "OH!" I guessed that she must have seen the naughty girl's stripe decorating the back of my thighs. "You were caned. Where and why?"

"At the Discipline Academy of the Crimson Manor Country Club, Ma'am."

"Mr Martin-Lewis, good man. Why were you caned?"

"I failed to run the Paris Marathon under three hours as promised."

"OH!" This time it was me having a loud oh. With both hands she had swiftly raised my skirt. 

A millisecond later I had a louder "AH!" She had lowered my knickers while keeping my skirt up, and commented. "A good canning, lets hope that you have learned your lesson!"

I blushed crimson. I no longer had any doubts about again being a schoolgirl who could have her skirt raised and knickers lowered at any time by all members of the faculty. Red face, I obediently waited to be allowed to raise my knickers and lower my skirt.

Mrs Forsythe was given a large zipped bag for my civilian clothes and extra uniform items. She left after having told me as if I was a teenager, "You be a good girl!"

Back with Miss Melrose, she had me sitting at a school desk in her office. "Julia please take the assessment test, 100 multiple choice questions."

 I did and she frowned, "67% is fine for the normal discipline regime, but you need 70% under the strict one. I will spare you a well deserved spanking in view of your recent caning."

I was relieved, "Thank you Ma'am. I will do better in the future."

Having said, "We will make sure of that!" She loaded both my arms with a small backpack and textbooks. I followed her to one of the classrooms with large windows opening onto the schoolyard and corridors. "Mr Matheson this is Julia Meridith, she is under the strict discipline regime."

"Very well! Under the strict regime its a first row desk, take that one girl!"

As I went to sit at my designated desk all the students saw my naughty girl's stripes. I heard muffled giggling, and couldn't help a deep blush.

Mr Matheson taught math and I wasn't called to the black board as I hadn't prepared the lesson. "Phew!" The way he had ordered me as "girl" spelled that he meant business.


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Saturday, October 29, 2022

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Sunday, October 23, 2022

Crimson Manor Country Club part 6

Monday morning meant being back at work. Mrs Forsythe asked about the marathon in Paris. I didn't tell her about the jambes en l'air party, but I had to admit my disappointing time. She said that twenty minutes over the targeted three hours was still quite a performance. I knew that six months ago I would never have dreamed of finishing it. I nonetheless felt that I had somewhat failed.

 An hour later she surprised me, "I have been thinking... If you are so determined to succeed, you could do better than taking over from me when I retire."


"You could join the District Remedial School for Young Women. They have a subsidized work and study program. Half a day at work and half a day of schooling, they will prepare you for your A-levels and the law school entrance exam."

I couldn't avoid another silly, "Huh!?"

"After law school, you would join the legal department as a lawyer. That would be far better than being a secretary."

The little wheels between my ears were speeding.

"Mind you, that Remedial School has stingy methods to ensure success. If you are interested, I will talk to the boss."

The little wheels had slowed down. I had made up my mind, "Yes, please, and thank you Ma'am."

Two days later I was having lunch with Daniella, and told her that I am thinking of retaking my A-levels and attending law school.

"That's an ambitious program. It will require a lot of work. Will you will be able to keep up with your job?"

I told her about Mrs Forsythe's idea of signing for the work and study program with the District Remedial School. "She will be talking to the CEO. If he agrees, it will be half a day at work and half a day of schooling."

"The District Remedial School! You do know how they ensure success?"

"Yes, and that's how I learned to play great tennis, and almost ran a marathon in three hours."

"And they have a uniform..."

"So did the Crimson Manor Discipline Academy."

"You only had to wear it every other day, and very few know of that discipline program, with the Remedial School you will have to wear its uniform six days a week. Everyone will know that you have been a lazy girl having to attend a Remedial School, and everyone knows how they deal with lazy girls!"

"Instead of being a secretary all my life, I will be a lawyer!"

"You're an ambitious girl!"

"Yes, and I will do whatever it takes!"

"I wish I had your courage. The Country Club's Discipline Academy was enough for me. I did learn how to play tennis and ran a marathon."

"Speaking of the marathon I deserve to be punished for having failed to run it under three hours."

"You're not serious!"

"I am, and will ask to be punished."

"You do know that it will be a caning in front of every members of the Discipline Academy."

"Yes, and I deserve it."

Next morning, a Saturday, I was back at the Crimson Manor Country Club in my Discipline Academy uniform. The kilt felt shorter than before, and my knickers seemed to have shrunk. Mr Martin-Lewis was surprised to see me. I gave him my Paris Marathon time sheet.

"Not bad, only twenty minutes over three hours."

"I want to join the District Remedial School, retake my A-levels and attend law school to be a lawyer. I need to know the price failure."

"You want to know if you will be able to take their discipline?"

I blushed and nodded.

"You do know that it will be a severe caning, with the cane for big girls."

"Yes Sir."

"Very well, you will be caned in front of your former chums."

He took a dark rattan cane from his umbrella stand, and had it singing as he swished it through the air. I shuddered, and almost wet my knickers.

He grabbed one of my ears, and red face I followed him across the lobby as if a ten year old about to be punished. He again had his cane whistling and visitors didn't need subtitles. He led me to the fitness room with all the machines and announced, "Julia will be caned for having failed her marathon.  Adrian, please join us in the gym with Louise, Michelle, Johanna, Amelia, and Lucinda."

Head down, I faced my ex chums and Mr Martin-Lewis ordered, "Take off your skirts and knickers, and bend over the gymnastic beam over there. I was quite self conscious of my bare bum being up in the air. Knowing that Adrian was present I kept my legs as tightly closed as possible.

Then there was that hissing sound followed by a THWACK! and I felt a streak of fire blazing across my nates. I cried out, "AH! AIE! OUCH!"

"You should be ashamed of having to be publicly punished, spread your legs wide!"

I hadn't expected that. I felt my ears tickling as I shamefully blushed while exposing myself. Five fiery strokes followed.



"And for your greater shame, the naughty girls' stroke to decorate your thighs under the hem of your uniform skirt."



"You may stand and rub your bottom."

I was sniffling as I stood. I shamefully rubbed my derrieres and thighs in front of everyone present. I was well punished, and at the same time the more determined to improve my performances.

One the way back home I pushed my bike instead of riding it. I was quite self conscious of that stroke etched across the back of my thighs. I carefully avoided that boys' school. 

Monday morning I donned my longer skirt, which felt too short. Twice I looked in my tall mirror and figured that I wouldn't be showing my naughty girl's stripe if I was very careful. 

At work Mrs Forsythe must have seen how I was fidgeting in my seat, and I couldn't help imagining her eyes being riveted on the hemline of my skirt. I should have known that I couldn't always be careful. I eventually had to bend down to access the lower drawer of our common filing cabinet and my senior colleague mouthed a surprised, "Oh!" before adding, "You were again caned, but haven't you left the Discipline Academy?"

I was cornered. I had to tell her that I returned to the Academy to confess how I failed to run the Paris marathon as I had hoped. "I asked to be punished. I had to know the price of failure before joining the Remedial School."

She nodded as she said. "The CEO has signed the firm into the program."


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