She was five minutes early. I hadn't brushed my hair, and I was bare feet when I opened for her. "Good morning Sophie."
"Good morning Ma'am, please come in, would you like..."
She interrupted me, "You aren't ready, ten smacks."
Mouth opened, I blushed.
"Let me have a look around, please."
She inspected my apartment, starting with the kitchen. "The wash machine is full, since when has it been full?"
"Two or three days, Ma'am."
"Then you are at least a day late for doing the wash, ten smacks."
This time I blushed without opening my mouth.
"The dishwasher is filled with a mix of clean and dirty dishes, ten smacks."
She continued her inspection and concluded with. "Dust bunnies under the bed, ten smacks."
I felt a hot flush when she asked. "How many smacks is it, Sophie?"
"Forty Ma'am."
"A big lazy girl like you deserves the hairbrush. Bring me your hairbrush."
I was going to be spanked, and couldn't say I was surprised, nor that I didn't deserve to be punished for my laziness. I brought her my hairbrush.
"Don't you have a wooden brush?"
I brought her my old wooden brush with missing bristles.
"Take off your knickers."
I was going to be spanked on the bare as Mum did. Pop only pulled my knickers up into my crack. She pulled me over her knees, and I felt my ears tickling as she raised my dress. I would later learn that it is related with the fact of blushing crimson.
Mum and Pop had always spanked me with their hands. The hairbrush was ten times more stingy. I cried and wriggled. She caught one of my arms behind my back and continued. She also smacked my upper thighs. That was even worse, and I bawled. I was well punished, my derriere was throbbing when she helped me up.
"Pick up your knickers, get dressed. We are leaving in five minutes."
She drove me to a secondary school called Marie Rose Academy. On the way, she explained that Madame Rose also runs a small private 6th form class for young adult ladies. The school, housed in a manor like mansion, was located on the edge of town with a sports field and a large garden. It was offering classes only for A levels. Although the girls were in class at that time, I saw two and noticed they were wearing the same uniform.
Ma'am introduced me to Madame Rose. She had a French accent and explained that she is also teaching French. On her desk sat a big canvas bag and a folded uniform with a pair of Mickey knickers atop the same tartan skirt worn by the two girls I saw earlier.
Ma'am commanded. "Strip and change into your uniform."
"B... b... but..."
"Without make up, you won't look a day older than an actual 6th former."
"B.. bu..."
"Yes, you will be showing your legs with that short skirt, and much more than you are used to."
"But I am..."
"You are a nice-looking girl, although a touch chubby."
Madame Rose added. "Our PE teach will sooner that later have you well trimmed!"
"B... b..."
"Yes, Madame Rose will see that you were spanked, and if you don't hurry up, I will spank you again!"
I again felt my ears tickling, and changed.
Madame Rose didn't peep when she saw my still tingling derriere. I was thankful for that. Once changed, she escorted me to the 'older' young ladies' classroom.
The end of intermission bell had rang and although I was dressed as all the girls with a skirt as short as them, I was quite self conscious of my bare chubby thighs. I was also discreetly tugging down my skirt as I was afraid to show how I was spanked, but I would later see that I shouldn't be concerned with that.
A minute later, I was standing in front of my new classroom, and shyly introduced myself to Mr Dilbert, the math prof. "I am Sophie, please to meet you Sir." He looked me up and down, and warmly smiled. I remember Miss McFearsome's words about being a nice-looking girl.
He showed me a desk, and gave me a test to evaluate my level. As I sat, I felt the wooden seat because of my miniskirt. I also wriggled my sore derriere, which reminded me to do my best.
Later, it was lunch and a few girls invited me to sit with them. One of them had me blushing crimson as she asked. "You're a Mickey knickers girl?"
"Whoa! She's blushing lake a tomato!"
I again pitifully stammered. "H... h..."
"Tell us or we'll take you to the loo. Raise your skirt, and take your knickers off!"
Two "older" girls also from my class joined. One of them hissed. "Leave her alone or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich!"
She offered me her hand. "I am Nicky and she's Alicia. We are Mickey knickers, and we know that you are one of us."
Alicia added. "Miss McFire told us to look after you. There were only two of us, we are now three! Hurrah! Other girls in our special class were registered by their folks, they aren't Mickey girls."
After lunch, I was back in class, and given a French test by Madame Rose...
Sophie
To be continued...
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