The certification exam for us to be official approved as accountants, was two months away. Our days were a whirlwind of quizzes and tests, one after the other. None of us had escaped our professors tanning our butts. I hadn't as yet reached the demanded B+ average, and had more than once apprehensively wet my knickers knowing that I would be strapped for my shortcomings. I had to admit that such a disciplinary regime had encouraged me to apply myself more than ever before, and my grades had improved.
Then it was our first attempt at a mock certification exam. One of our classrooms had been set up to look and feel like an official exam room with well separated single tables, and bare walls.
The sergeant matron had worn us. "Its a bare butt caning in front of your classmates if you don't have a B+ average!"
As I struggled with a few questions I again couldn't help shamefully wetting my knickers as a silly little girl. 'Oh no! I am going to be caned! I have never been caned before. Anna and Maria have said that it stings like the devil.'
The bell rang, and we had to hand over our work before leaving the room.
We had lunch, we didn't have much appetite. We didn't play any games as we anxiously waited for the results.
We were called back into our exam room, and the previously covered blackboard was unveiled.
"Lucinda, B = six strokes of the cane."
I mouthed a silent oh! and couldn't help it, I again wet my knickers.
Lucy also had a B, and I saw her get her six strokes. She took the first three in silence, but whimpered for the last ones. I doubted that I could be so stoic.
Then it was my turn. I was called in front of the whole class. "Lower your knickers to your knees and raise your skirt.
I slowly lowered my knickers, and was red face when I raised my skirt. The whole class will see that I have wet my knickers!
"Bend over the desk, and grab the other end."
I did, and had to be on tip toes.
"Six of the best to teach you the price of laziness."
There was a hissing sound, and it was followed by a WHACK!
I echoed it with, "AH! AIEEEE!"
I became louder and louder with each stroke. I danced on tip toes, and for sure showed everything I have.
WHACK!
"OUCHEEEEEEEEEE!"
I was eventually told to stand, and face the blackboard with holding my skirt up.
I felt my bum throbbing and throbbing. I was well punished, my knickers had dropped till resting around my ankles.
"Remove your pissy knickers, face the blackboard with your skirt up!"
Still holding our skirts up we exposed our curls to the girls who had succeeded to reach a B+ average. Quite a few of them had snickering grins. I felt my upper checks glowing, and knew that I was blushing crimson.
Miss Sergeant warned us while having her cane whistling through the air.
"If you have to take the remedial exam you will be caned before taking it. If you fail the remedial exam you will be caned again. Those who have failed will be with us for another year. They will wear a red sash for all of us to know of their failure, and we will be exceptionally severe with them."
I prayed that I won't fail. I had two reasons for that, first I don't want to be a gofer all my life, second I might not be offered another year since I had volunteered for the program.
"Those who haven't peed their knickers may pull them up, and all of you adjust your skirts." With my wet knickers dangling from my right hand, I rubbed my bare incandescent derriere with my other hand and my skirt. I grimaced as all the punished girls. I was kinda relieved to see that I wasn't the only one to have wet myself.
Next, with closest friends, it was gentle rubbing of each others bums with a wet and cold flannel till cooling down the inferno. Some had prepared ice cubes, and we were thankful for their foresight. A long soak with Epsom salts would have been great, but we didn't have any bathtubs. We sat on our pillows for dinner, and slept on our tummies
The Lulus
To be continued...
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