"Saturday,
7 AM, good morning Bridget." Big Brother had awaken me, and going back
to sleep would for sure mean ten smacks of the leather paddle. I got up,
and my first concern was to have a look at my bum in the tall bathroom
mirror. Ouch! It was the perfect picture of the derriere of a lazy
schoolgirl who's father had given a good belting for a poor report card.
BB chimed. "In 30 minutes you have to meet the Online Academy's sports coach for a bike ride, don't be late!"
I
had a light breakfast, and tried to adjust my academy shorts in front
of the bathroom mirror. "Agh!" It was impossible to hide the still
crimson belt stripes decorating my upper thighs. I remembered having
seen from the tram a sports mistress leading a couple of schoolgirls
with red bums jutting out of their shorts.
I
did my very best to hide my real age with tying my hair into two
girlish braids with pink clips. Next were a white and pink trimmed
t.shirt, plus pink and white lace ankle socks. A touch of rouge for my
cheeks, and I didn't look a year older than the schoolgirl of yesterday.
It
was kinda reassuring, but everyone would still see and understand that
my Poppa has given me a good skelping. I sighed, its better than
advertising that you are twenty one, and belted by the discipline
inspector of the Online Academy.
"Good morning Bridget, I see that you have been a naughty girl!"
"Good morning Sir."
I couldn't help blushing.
All
the girls who had to shed a few pounds were there, and few of them had
witnessed my shameful corner time. Agatha wasn't there. She doesn't have
to lose any weight, lucky girl! It wasn't reassuring to see that
another girl had received the same belting as me.
Our coach didn't spare us we had to be up above our saddles for an endless climb, and some schoolboys whistled and jeered.
"Take look at these two chicks!"
"They got their big butts walloped!"
We sure didn't need our coach to encourage us to speed up!
With my upper cheeks glowing, I knew I was still blushing, when back home, and was thankful not to have any immediate neighbors.
I had a long soak with Epsom salt, and another look at my bum. I reflected, if you hadn't been so lazy you would have already graduated from the Science Academy.
Saturday
afternoon lessons were more relaxed than the ones of the weekly virtual
classes, and I also had interesting shows on the telly.
I had been careful with my diet, and weight myself before bed although I knew I should do so in the morning. Whoa! I lost another pound!
Big
Brother couldn't hear me, but since my scale was connected to my home
network the new figure was recorded, and I got a, "Well done Bridget."
I went to sleep reflecting. Four
pounds in a week... in a month or so you will have shed all of your
extra weight, and boys will be drooling... but I got my bum belted, and
boy did that sting... throwing spitballs in that virtual class, what were you
thinking... and that 9/20... and that bike ride was super
embarrassing... but no one was the wiser about your real age... you have
to pull up your socks... or else... zzzzzzzz
Sunday was more or less the same as Saturday, the difference was jogging with Agatha.
As
usual on Sunday we had lunch at our favorite Thai restaurant. I had
salad with shrimps followed by a veggie, and fish soup. Agatha didn't
tease when she complimented me for sticking to my diet.
Later,
back home it was more relaxed lessons, and another long soak with Epsom
salt. I checked my bum before bed, and it had mostly recovered. It
shouldn't be too bad if there's a mean wind blowing up my academy skirt
between the tram, and the office on Monday.
I went to sleep reflecting that I was no longer earning smacks for basic discipline transgressions... but I have to be careful about my grades, I barely made the required 12/20 weekly average... zzzzz...
Bridget
To be continued...
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