"Monday,
7 AM, good morning Bridget." Big Brother was of course on the dot and I
was out of bed, and inspecting my bottom in the mirror of my bathroom.
Phew! Only a naughty girl's eye would know that I was given a belting.
Next was weighting myself, and a compliment from BB for having lost
another pound.
After
a light breakfast I tied my hair into a pony tail with a discreet
scrunchy, and got dressed with my academy skirt and ankle socks. I
skipped the rouge for my cheeks, Monday is a full day at work, and I
don't want to look too young.
I
was on time for my tram, and so was Agatha when she joined me at the
next station.
Two more stations and the no longer mystery girl joined
us. Having had to stand for the shameful corner time in our last virtual
lesson, had been quite an introduction. She told us that she works for
the city hall, and is retaking the exam to be promoted as administrator.
"I joined the Online Academy because I already failed it twice..."
Monday morning was busy with quite a few old bats who couldn't understand the very basic instructions given by our chatbots.
"Yes Ma'am, how may I help you?"
"Ah! At last speaking to a real person!"
We
were early for lunch, and the canteen was packed. It was an opportunity
for the dishy engineer of last week to join us. He couldn't keep his
eyes away from the blouse of Agatha, I was jealous!
The
afternoon was as bad as the morning. Once back home the memory of that
engineer eyes devouring my friend kept me from having a second ice cream
cone. I tried to prep my lesson for tomorrow, but my mind was
wandering. Later, once in bed it was my fingers that wandered.
Tuesday
morning was easier work wise. Agatha's blouse looked tighter, and she
seemed to have rolled up her skirt. I teased her. "You are going to give
him a heart attack!"
She laughed. "Its like a test drive, I want to be sure that he doesn't have a weak heart."
He didn't join us for lunch, she was disappointed, he had made a movie. I was sorry for her.
The
afternoon was about our virtual classroom. I didn't shoot spitballs,
but I got an 8/20 for having poorly prepared my lesson. Big Brother did
its math. "From 14 to 10 its 4 points missing or 4 strokes of the belt,
under 10 its 2 strokes per missing points, the total is 8 strokes."
Ouch!
Sleep
was hard to come, and I was dozy for the Wednesday afternoon lesson
which meant 7/20. I learned that each points under 8 are worth 4
strokes! BB warned me. "Above 20 strokes of the belt its the paddle." I
skipped watching my usual telly show, and re-read the prep for my
Thursday lesson.
Having
better prepared paid off, sorta. I had 12/20. It wasn't enough. The
prof made the math. "An average of 8.66 is scandalous. I will instruct your
discipline inspector to make it a dozen with the paddle."
I had to have a chamomile to help me sleep... but
you've lost five pounds this week... argh... you have got to pull up
your socks or you will have to pull down your knickers... zzzzzzz...
Friday
is a full day at work. I was morose on the tram, and Agatha and Betty
didn't help when they said that I should have better prepared my
lessons. I had to agree. All day long I thought, you have been lazy and
you are going to spank as a lazy schoolgirl, as you should have been
years ago.
On
the tram on the way home after work, I got a text message from my
discipline inspector. "I have been told that you need to be taught a
lesson. You will set a tall chair in front of your desk after having
turned it around, then you will bend over its back till your elbows rest
on your table after having lowered your knickers around your knees and
pulled your skirt up. In that position you will reread the lesson
pertaining to the quiz you failed while waiting for me..."
Once
home, I obeyed and although only Big Brother could see me, I couldn't
help blushing with my bum being up in the air and revealing everything I
have.
The mirror reflected his entrance into the room. He opened his attache case, pulled out his wooden paddle. "I
will introduce you to this new high tech paddle, it weighs less,
doesn't bruise, but stings more. You are the lucky one to be first to
taste it."
WHACK! WHACK!
AIE! AIE! AIE!
WHACK! WHACK!
OUCH! OUCHEEEE!
After the fourth resounding whack I stood up on my knees, and rubbed my fiery bum
"Elbows back on your table if you don't want extras!"
With my bum already on fire, I willed myself to be back in position. Remember that you deserve every smacks.
I had to read the correct answers for each of my errors and got eight more fiery smacks
"AIE! AIEEEE! OUCH! OUCHEEEE!"
"Remain in that position, and feel your smarting derriere while again reading that lesson."
"Sniff... yes Sir... sniff..."
It
was a long lesson, and with my bum on fire I was well encouraged to
read it, not to mention that Big Brother was monitoring me.
When I was finally done, I stood, danced on the spot while rubbing my fiery butt...
Bridget
To be continued...
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