After our striptease at the village's doc for our registration's check up, we returned to our castle. We were gathered in our respective classrooms to be given name tags to hand sew onto our knickers, brassieres, blouses, kilts, blazers and cardigans. A few had to be taught how to sew.
That took us till dinner. We had a great meal with fish Florentine and rice. We cleared our plates, and watched a program on the big screen telly. Then we were asked to debate, "Jennifer tell us what you thought..."
I stood, "Huh... It was..."
I was immediately interrupted, "Jennifer you were twice told that 'Huh...' is unladylike language, and you were punished for that. You again deserve to be punished. You do remember the rule about owning up and asking to be punished, please quote it."
"Eilean Beithe Girls will have the grace to own up, and ask to be punished when they have been naughty."
"Very well. You do also know the different disciplinary regimes, and should tell us how you should be punished."
"Under the regular regime, it is a minor offense punishable by a private over the knee bare bottom hand spanking."
I took a deep breath, and blushed as I continued.
"Since I have again repeated that offense, after having been told off twice, and punished once, I should this time be punished under the strict disciplinary regime, which means a belting on my bare bottom..."
“And!”
Blushing the more I added. "... in front of everyone present, Sir."
“Spell it out!”
I blushed crimson as I spelled it out. “I should be given the belt on my bare bottom in front of everyone present, Sir.”
"Please bend over the punishment stool, raise your kilt and lower your knickers.”
Later, in bed I heard Sally through the curtains, "While being belted you've showed everything you have, we now know that you are a real red hair!"
I had to laugh and teased. "We'll know soon enough if you're a real blonde!"
Sunday, with full uniform which included Eilean Beithe o' shanter bonnet, and still self conscious of our mini kilts we marched through the village to attend mass at the old church. Old timers at the pub feasted their eyes.
Next was a barbecue with all of us helping out because of the reduced Sunday staff. That was followed by a relaxed game of cricket on the lawn outside the castle.
Monday morning we were awaken by a loud bell, and the none too melodious voice of Miss P.E. "Gym kit and in front of the castle in five minutes." After a pause she added, "I will spank the last one." We scrambled! I wasn't the only one trying to adjust the skimpy shorts while running.
Sally was the last one. Miss P.E. grabbed under her arm as if she was as light as a feather. She pulled down her shorts and knickers before soundly spanking her.
A few minutes later Sally’s shorts couldn’t hide that she has received quite a spanking.
After showers and having donned our uniforms we were inspected. "Juniata! Please adjust your tie." She did, but it didn't hold. Miss Inspector investigated. "You haven't closed the top button of your blouse!" She grabbed her pigtail, pulled her down over a chair with her kilt up and her knickers down. Her spanking echoed throughout the castle. Someone whispered, "A real brunette!"
Our first lesson followed a superb breakfast buffet. It was English grammar with a lady we hadn’t before. She told us to seat and announced, "Take a dictation, less four points per major mistakes and less two for minor ones. A grade below 12/20 means a classic hand spanking, under 10 and you will taste Mr Wacker. She smacked my desk with a leather paddle. It made a loud cracking sound; I almost jumped out of my socks.
Sally corrected my work and I corrected hers. Susan collected our papers. Mister English Grammar checked them.
The bell chimed, and it was time for a break. We had coffee and shortbread with jam. Amanda didn't want to sit. She was rubbing her bottom and thighs with one hand
while holding her coffee cup with the other. "AIEEEE! My bum's on fire!"
The second morning class was again with Mr Grammar, and it was about literature. He had us laughing, and we were encouraged to express our feelings about the monuments of literature we had been taught to follow without questions.
Then it was time for lunch. It was a great buffet, and Amanda was again sitting. We were also taught how to peel an apple with a fork and a knife as proper young ladies.
Jennifer and co
To be continued...
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