After the French assessment, it was the history one. Around 4 pm I was finally done with my first day back in school. I was collected by Miss McFire, as Nicki and Alicia had nicknamed Miss McFearsome.
She announced that we are going shopping. She hadn't ask for my opinion when she parked at a small fashionable boutique. It was a shop for late teens or twenty something, the kind of place I had deserted.
She obviously knew everyone, and choose various outfits for me, all of them with miniskirts. I was still self-conscious of my short school uniform skirt, and pulled a long face. She winked, and picked up three pairs of white ankle socks with frilly lace.
Back in the car with plenty of bags on the back seat, she sternly said. "You will now always wear these clothes. You do know what will happen to your derriere if I catch you wearing your granny clothes."
I remembered the spanking she had given me in the morning, and nodded, but she wasn't satisfied, and added. "Understood?"
"Yes Ma'am, understood."
"We are next going to buy you a bike, and you will ride it to school, the supermarket, and etcetera. It will be good exercise, understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am, understood."
With my new bike in the boot of her car, she drove to her house, where Nicki and Alicia were waiting. It was a very nice house with a small swimming pool. Her business was obviously doing very well.
We had tea and cookies. She had us further introduce ourselves. Alicia's story was similar to mine, the one of Nicki's was quite different. "I am 22 and was attracted to bad boys, so much so that I dropped out of school before my A level and barely escaped jail. In court I was told about the benefit of coaching services with discipline."
I now understood why she had tattoos, and the tone with which she had threatened the girl attempting to bully me.
Then Ma'am did more than helping us with our homework. Her lesson for today was about fishing the right guy.
"Good guys are naturally attracted to good girls, but they are shy. They will be very discreetly looking at your chest or legs, depending on their preferences. You are not to return their first gaze because that might scare them away. You are to encourage them to have another look with slowly bringing your shoulders back, or uncrossing and recrossing your legs for your skirt to ride up a notch."
Nicki teasingly whispered. "Then you show them your knickers!"
"Nicki, that reminds me of how you showed your knickers to that waiter at the Tesco coffee shop the other day."
She blushed, and kept her head down.
"You will have an opportunity to show them to us, bend over the arm of that settee."
Miss McFire raised her skirt, exposed her pristine white knickers while announcing. "Twelve strokes of the tawse, and after each stroke you will say : a good girl doesn't show her knickers."
THWACK!
"OH! AH! OUCH! A good girl doesn't show her knickers."
I now knew what's a tawse, and saw that Miss McFire means business. The parts of Nicki's bottom escaping her knickers were very red after that punishment.
She also warned her. "Next misbehavior I'll take your knickers down!"
After ten minutes in the corner with her hands atop her head and wriggling her fiery nates, she was finally allowed to rub.
For the reminder of the afternoon, she was quite tamed.
By 7 pm, she drove me back home with my new clothes and bike. She asked what I was going to have for dinner, but didn't wait for the answer and opened my fridge. I almost protested when she dumped my buckets of ice cream and other favorite food. "Next time am opening your fridge, and finding junk food, I will spank your bottom till it glows!"
Then she left, and I had to make do with a vegie soup.
Next morning was Saturday, and I had an email from Miss McFire with a shopping list for replenishing my fridge. I had to choose one of the outfit she had selected for me, and there was no trousers. I had to wear one of those miniskirts, and showed my chubby thighs to the whole world as I rode my new bike to the supermarket. I was hurriedly doing my shopping when I almost bumped into Miss McFearsome. Phew! Good thing that I hadn't chosen to wear one of my baggy jeans.
She invited me to have coffee with her at the supermarket's coffee shop. She inspected my shopping bag, and she only found what she had told me to buy. Phew! She reminded me to properly clean my apartment. I said. "Yes Ma'am!"
I also saw the dishy waiter, and he had a good long look at my thighs. I was sure that he was trying to catch a glimpse of my knickers. I was surprised by such attention and closed my legs with a blush. I couldn't help a wide smile. I felt desired, it was a great feeling I had almost forgotten. Ma'am hadn't missed a beat, and she had a triumphant wink. I blushed the more. She brought me back down to earth with "Don't forget to clean your apartment!"
Monday I donned my school uniform, and rode my bike to Madame Rose's Academy for young ladies. A few boys whistled as I rode on. For a few seconds I daringly rode above the saddle, and they whistled the more. It was exciting. I understood why Nicki was tempted to show her knickers to the waiter. I hurriedly sat before my skirt decides to fly. I had remembered the tawse.
It was going to be a day without seeing Miss McFire. She had other "students" requiring her guidance. Before our morning classes, Mme Rose gave me the grades for my assessment. "Its barely average, and below my standard. You will have to work hard. I will send a copy to Miss McFearsome. She will also get copies of your weekly report cards."
I joined Nicki and Alicia on the way to our first lesson of the day.
Sophie
To be continued...
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