Saturdays were special, they were about games with other Reform Schools, basket, soccer or rugby, for us it was soccer.
All of us as well as me have played soccer in school, and its the favorite game among Reform Schools. For our matrons its about teaching us sportsmanship, and its quite a challenge for them, and most of us who tend to settle disputes with fists or knifes.
We trained two afternoon per weeks, when not having homework or domestic chores. These training cessions are mandatory, playing soccer isn't a reward for good girls. Since we are to learn sportsmanship there's no yellow cards, only red ones for a red bum with a bare butt spanking right there in front of every one.
I am not one of the roughest girls, for one, I don't have a police record. I have realized that I tend to be lazy, and volunteered for that Reform School to be encourage in a way that I can't avoid, and ultimately succeed not to be a gopher all my life.
I have to admit that after a few very stingy bare bottom spankings I have improved my grades. Fifty smacks with the matron's leather paddles are quite convincing, not to mention their belts. So far I haven't tasted the belt...
Although am not one of the roughest girl, I have discovered that I'll fight when needed. And its why I was given the silver bracelet of a Gitana. If the chips are down I will fight back to back with them, as they will fight with me.
After a very early lunch we donned our full uniform with the ridiculous boaters. We looked like school girls till a closer look revealed the crest on our blazers which reads Reform School n° 7.
A black coach of the Justice Department drove us to the n° 4 reform school. We weren't too surprised to see that we would be playing in front of a public of boys our age from a local reform school. We knew that it was for them a reward to see us play. Or to be more precise to see long legged girls with a few red under-curves jutting out of their short shorts. Their masters couldn't prevent them from wolf whistling, and we appreciated their attention.
They of course dreamed to see one of us being spanked bare butt in the middle of the field, but the matrons always dealt with us in the locker rooms.
It was a hard fought game, and we lost. Our matrons spanked all those who got yellow or red cards. Then we had tea with the other team, and the boys. I was spanked for a yellow card, and did my best not to rub my roasted buns.
I overheard a couple of boys.
"That's the number 10 girl, I'll bet she was spanked for that foul."
"I sure would love to give her a rub!"
"Look at her left wrist!"
"Yes, she wears a silver bracelet, so?"
"Look at the wrists of the girls around her!"
"They're all wearing the same bracelet, what does it mean?"
"They are Gitanas, you best ask polite like before rubbing her bum, or they will cut your dick!"
"Got it!"
Then I saw that boy wink for me, I winked back!
A few minutes later, we had found a discreet locker room. We heard some giggling, we weren't alone. We shared a slurppy, kiss and he had one hand inside my blouse, and the other one under my skirt. "Oh! Your bum is so hot! You must have been spanked!"
I giggled!
I giggled the more!
He pulled his hand out of my bra and raised my skirt with both hands.
"Whoa! Its so red!"
I protested as he pulled my knickers down, because I couldn't let him think that I am easy although I loved it!
He gently rubbed my still fiery bum, and I felt another fire...
Just then, it was a cold shower as I heard one of our matrons asking, "Who's there?"
I hastily pulled down my skirt, but my knickers were still around my knees when I was caught.
The lad, who's name I didn't know, was dismissed with a kick in the butt. That matron, and another one having caught a girl from my own dorm presented us to the sergeant matron. She passed judgement, "Tomorrow morning, I'll belt the two of you!"
The Lulus
To be continued...
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