After lunch Miss PE announced, "A lady should remain fit with regular gymnastic and controlling her weight. Every afternoon you will have a sporty activity except Wednesday when you will be writing an essay.
"Today, Monday is swimming, Thursday is karate, because you also have to know how to defend yourselves, Friday will be a team sport, Saturday will be tennis."
She sternly added. "Saturday is also about redoing the lessons you failed. In detention you will redo the prep, and take a quiz till you reach the minimum grade of 12/20."
For swimming we didn't have to go far, the castle had a small jetty into the loch. We were given bikinis, and told to change. Then we shyly dipped a toe in the water. "Its cold Miss!"
"Not a problem! Take off your bikini bottom, and I'll warm you up!"
No one said, "Huh!"
Our swimming abilities were tested close to the island's shore, where we were within our depth. Our coach with an assistant patiently taught each of us how to properly swim the crawl, and we had best do well or we lost our bikini's lower part for a good spanking.
Juniata confirmed that having a wet bum dried out with a spanking means quite a sting, but she zoomed along the buoys as a dolphin after that incentive.
She laughed. "I never knew I could swim so fast!"
After showers we changed back into our uniforms, and around 5 PM we had supervised homework till dinner.
We also watched a telly program of interest, and debated.
We slept well after such a busy day!
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DRING!
It was the morning bell, and we were already in front of the chateau for our morning run. Miss Coach had an approving smile. We jumped the chain closing the causeway, and ran along the shoreline. The usual early morning old geezer feasted their eyes, we didn't run any faster.
After showers we were again inspected and no fault were found. Breakfast was devoured, and it was math. A few of us giggled. "This might be stingier than grammar!"
We started with Mr Math explaining how to reduce different fractions. Then he covered the blackboard, and gave us a quiz. We were allowed to use the notes we had made, but most of us sweated. I was one of them.
He clapped his hands to signal that time was up, and flipped the blackboard to reveal the answers. "Please correct your quizzes."
As I added the wrong answers my little kilt felt shorter and shorter, and my bottom and thighs tingled. I hurriedly reread my notes, and understood that I had made a mess of them. Silly girl, you should have raised your hand, and asked for clarifications.
Amanda was the first one to be called on. She stood. "14/20 Sir!"
"Well done! Next please."
Betty was next. "I am very sorry Sir. Only 11/20. I deserve a bare bottom hand spanking after class."
"You do, and you will get a good one!"
I was next and I felt quite a glow of shame as I had to admit my failure. "I am very very sorry Sir. Only 7/20. For such a poor grade, I deserve a strict disciplinary belting in front of the class.”
"Very well prepare yourself."
I remembered the brochure. "For the strict disciplinary belting in front of the class, the naughty girl will have removed her kilt and knickers, and stand facing her classmates with her hands behind her head."
With my hands clasped behind my head, I danced on the spot, and chanted. "AIE! and OUCH!" with each smacks. I eventually sniffled, and was told to stand in front of the blackboard to expose my well decorated bum and thighs as an example of what happens to lazy girls.
I thought. "You've always failed math, you will learn or you will again show your muff to the whole class, and next time it will be the tawse."
A few minutes later Juniata joined me after having had her bum tanned with a leather paddle.
The bell rang. It was time for lunch, and I recovered my kilt and knickers. They for sure didn't cover the price I had to pay for years of poor math grades.
After lunch it was gym knickers for our karate lesson. The coach encouraged us. "Eilean Beithe girls are fighters!" She took each of us one on one, and we got slapped around till we fought back.
Around 5 pm we were back in class for supervised homework. I took the time to rewrite the math formulas I had messed up.
Jennifer
To be continued...
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