A week later, at the Glasgow airport I looked back on the past week while having a snack.
After the interview, on the way home with the tube, I had tugged down my miniskirt to hide the belt stripes decorating my thighs. It was quite futile with my left cheek still reddish for having been slapped for unladylike language. It was obvious to everyone that I was a well punished schoolgirl. I was lucky to be looking young enough to be confused with a 6th former.
Over the weekend I did plenty of thinking, "They have great professors explaining every lessons till you have understood them... ...and the belt will make sure you apply yourself... ...and you did deserve that belting for your failed A-levels... and... and..."
zzzzzzz... zzzzzzz... I dreamed... I was told to take my skirt off, and with my knickers feeling very tight I eyed the tawse on the desk. The matron had been called out. While waiting I burned with curiosity, and eventually couldn't resist. I ran that tawse between my fingers. I hadn't heard the matron coming back, but I sure heard her booming voice ordering, "Take off your knickers, you are going to be feeling that tawse across your bare bottom!" zzzzzzzz! I woke up!
I moved my things out of the apartment; my favorite aunt had offered a room in her suburban house. It was hard work, as I no longer had a boyfriend to help out. I had dropped him a month ago, he was a wimp.
At the Starbucks of the Glasgow airport, my cellphone bleeped, it was a text message telling me to find the Eilean Beithe coach in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn across the street.
The chauffeur had a listing, and called out each of us. He carefully identified us with picture ID attached to his paperwork. As we drove off we figured out the younger girls preparing to retake their A-levels, and the older ones who would be working on various university entrance exams. We joked, "Juniors and seniors!"
The girl next to me on the bus chirped, "You're a junior ?"
"Yep, and my name's Jenny for Jennifer, and you are ?"
"I am Sally, also a junior and signing up for two years."
I answered, "Samo!" with my old schoolgirl slang.
We both laughed!
Two hours later we discovered a smallish remote village with very few shops, a church, and a tavern. It sure wasn't a tourist spot. After a twist of the main street we saw a superb Scottish castle on a small island. It was linked to the main land by a narrow causeway closed by a chain with a sign reading "Private!"
"Welcome to the Eilean Beithe Academy young ladies, "I am the Principal, my name is Mr McTavish." He introduced our professors and the staff before taking us on a tour, "Over there you have the gym with its equipment." We were next showed two old fashion classrooms, "One for juniors preparing A-levels and one for seniors preparing university entrance exams." We giggled; we had already figured the juniors and seniors.
Then it was the dorms, "Juniors are four to a dorm, seniors are two to a room. You may pull the light proof curtains between your beds for privacy. Your names are on the doors. You are to change into your uniforms, and you will be inspected in the gym in fifteen minutes."
I remembered the brochure. 'Eilean Beithe girls are always expected to face their punishments with courage and good grace, knowing that they are intended to encourage them to better apply themselves.'
"Get your vaccination cards; we are going to have you medically inspected by the village's doctor." Two minutes later she ordered, "Line up by two, juniors first, seniors behind, and follow me." She also very sternly added, "No funny business! I won't hesitate to spank any of you in the middle of Main Street!"
That sure got our attention. We marched down the causeway, and stepped over the chain closing it. I saw how my chums couldn't help showing their knickers while doing so. I tugged down my mini kilt, but was very self conscious to have also showed my knickers.
The few old timers of the tavern enjoyed our parade while most villagers were blasé. At the medical office a nurse took us four at a time and ordered. "Please strip.”
One of the seniors attempted to object. Miss PE caught her by an ear, bent her over her knees, flipped her skirt up, lowered her knickers, and gave her a spanking. A big girl spanking, it must have been a hundred smacks, her bum and thighs were fire engine red. She sniffled and stripped without further objection, and so did we.
Jennifer
To be continued...
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