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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