Eilean Beithe part 5

A few months later, winter was around the corner and we were issued thicker kilted skirts. Amanda laughed, "Whoa! They are almost longer !"

Mr McTavish, our Principal, announced that we would be spending the weekend in Edinburgh to visit its castle and the Scottish National Gallery.

We enthusiastically rose earlier because of the drive. We were thoroughly inspected. We all had to raise our skirts to show that we are wearing white uniform knickers. Quite a few gathered flaming red hand prints, and had to re-polish their Mary-Jane shoes.

Breakfast was sandwiches onboard our coach. With a four hour drive time was precious. The small meandering Scottish roads didn't help. We sang all the silly songs we could think of,

"One hundred girls sitting on a fence...

A boy telling his mate, that one isn't wearing any knickers !

She is a brunette !

Ninety nine girls sitting on a fence,

A boy telling his mate, that one isn't wearing any knickers !

She is a red head !"

We dozed off... We waited for the single onboard loo... We dozed off... We stopped at a rest stop and there's was a bus load of boy scouts. Juniata lead us into again singing, "One hundred girls sitting on a fence..."

"OH! OUCH!"

She didn't go further, Miss PE had smacked her skirted derriere ! The boys laughed, and she blushed as she hurriedly retreated onboard our coach.

It was 10 AM when we parked in front the imposing Edinburgh castle.

After the threatening spikes of the portcullis, we started our visit from the high grounds with the spectacular views of Edinburgh from the different walls. Our history professor commented, and he was great as he explained the special relation between Scotland and France. We continued with St Margaret's chapel, and eventually entered the Royal Palace to discover the private apartments, the Stone of Destiny, and the Crown Jewels. When the one o'clock gun was fired. It was time for a snack of fish and chips...

Then we returned to the palace to continue our visit with the Great Hall, the Queen's collection of embroideries and the kitchen ! Our professor explained, "A girl needed a minimum of manners to be a chamber maid... and the lady of the manor's maid would know how to read and write... girls without education worked in the kitchen as scullery maids, washing pots and pans..."

There was a sign for "Caution wet floor !" and I had already stepped in soapy water. The floor with old polished stones was indeed quite slippery. While our profs weren't looking I felt silly and did a Holiday on Ice number. Sally also stepped in the water and joined me for a Rock Around The Clock dance while our friends kept watch.

Sally slipped but she didn't fall. I did as she had let go of my hand. I took down a few old copper pots and a pan with me. The noise was deafening ! Our faculty caught up with us. They weren't too happy.

Miss PE grabbed my ear as if I was ten, and pulled me behind the curtain with the sign reading "Adults only !" I discovered a drawing that didn't require a caption.

(Not an EB drawing...)

The small window less room offered an old trestle and some antic contraption that looked like two chairs set back to back. Miss passed sentence, "Misbehaving scullery maids were birched, and you are going to found out how it felt like !"

She picked a small birch from a nearby hook, pulled me down over those chairs, raised my skirt, pulled my knickers down to my knees and whipped me. I got ten strokes and I tried to keep quiet, but eventually bawled when she smacked my upper thighs,

"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!"

I knew that visitors would hear me, but I couldn't help it.

"OH! AH! ARGH! AIE! OUCH!"

Then she pushed me out of the kitchen's punishment room with my knickers still around my knees, and grabbed Sally by one of her braids. I hurriedly pulled up my knickers and rubbed. I was surprised that I wasn't worse for wear beside having a super fiery bum. Although I had received only ten strokes I had a very good idea of what it was like to be birched as a scullery maid !

Sally was as loud as me and a few visitors poked their heads into the kitchen's doorway. They saw me frantically rubbing, and there was no place to hide my shameful blush.

Moments later our party left the kitchen. Sally and I were red face and trying to be as discreet as possible when rubbing our skirts over our blazing derrieres. We also tried to refrain from rubbing when we came across more visitors, but they all seemed to have knowing grins. We understood that the whole castle had heard us, and we blushed the more.

Jenny

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Eilean Beithe part 4

The next few days were peachy, till the chemistry class. I already knew that I wouldn't be the next Marie Curie. We had nicknamed our chemistry professor Mademoiselle O for oxygen, or was it O for the famous novel. She had patiently explained her lesson before giving us a quiz, and she was furious. I was the object of her wrath. "Jennifer, 7/20 ! The lowest grade of the class, and bellow 8 ! I have never seen such a poor grade in my class, I am going to give you something to remember how to better apply yourself !

After having told me to remove my knickers she had me sitting on a front row desk facing the classroom. That was surprisingly innocent till she grabbed my legs and pulled them up. That sure was no longer innocent ! I blushed as red as a cherry ! She whipped my derriere and thighs with a tawse.

"OH! AH! AIE! ARGH! OUCH!"

I was well punished. I would for sure have decorated thighs for three days, but I also had to admit that it was well deserved considering my lack of efforts and resulting lousy grade...

That afternoon it was tennis at the country club. It was a weekly mandatory lesson. There was no escaping it, and no hiding the fact that I was tawsed. I overheard a young couple, "That my dear is the picture of a good tawsing. Next time you are wasting my money I'll borrow a tawse from Eilean Beithe and redden your bum and thighs..."

"I am very sorry Hon..."

"...and you will wear one of their mini kilts !"

"Please don't, I won't do it again..."

Saturday morning I had to redo the chemistry prep. I sighed, I could have been riding the whole day. I would have to be content with the afternoon, if I reach the minimum 12/20 grade for the detention quiz on the first attempt...

Late morning was the dreaded quiz, and I miserably failed it ! My riding afternoon was lost. The Detention Supervisor announced, "I will see you after lunch !"

Sally one of my roommates, and one of the few who had to attend an afternoon detention also known as double detention warned me, "Its the cane !"

I wasn't late for my Detention Part Two ! Mister Detention Supervisor joined me with a switchy cane. I shuddered for the hissing sound it made as he switched it through the air. I was going to be caned ! "Take off your skirt and knickers, write Detention on the blackboard, and grab your ankles, its two strokes for your failed morning quiz !"

THWACK!

I had never been caned before, the pain grew and grew in intensity till I bawled,

"OH! AH! OUCH!"

THWACK!

For the second stroke I had let go of my ankles, but I hadn't rubbed and wasn't given a penalty stroke.

"OH! ARGH! OUCH!"

 "Sniff... Sniff... Sniffling..."

I could feel those two incandescent cane strokes burning across my derriere. I desperately wanted to rub them, but I didn't dare and endured them. I was given a handkerchief and while I dried my eyes, Mr DS wrote on the blackboard the quiz questions I had failed. He gave me clues to help me answer. I figured out two and failed the other two.

"You know the drill, grab your ankles, two more strokes !"

THWACK!

"OH! ARGH! OUCH!"

THWACK!

"OH! ARGH! AIE! OUCH!"

After having dried my eyes, I was given more clues. I finally understood my mistakes. He gave me back my skirt and announced, "After the cane its punishment knickers !" I pulled up the pair of red string knickers he had given me. I acutely felt how my intensely burning butt was fully bare...

On the way back to my dorm everyone was cheerfully returning from a fun day at the country club, and I was pitifully tugging down my shortish uniform skirt. I was quite surprised when my roommates welcomed me with, "Turn around and raise your skirt naught girl !"

I uttered one of my best, "Huh!"

They explained, "Its a tradition ! When you had a double detention you are to show your bum to your roomies..." They laughed and chanted, "Show us your butt ! Show us your butt ! Show us your butt !" They chanted louder and louder, I imagined all the juniors joining the party... I blushed crimson, turned around and shamefully raised my miniskirt.

They applauded, "Four cane strokes and punishment knickers, not bad for a first double detention !"

Juniata added, "On your bed, on your tummy for after canning treatment..."

She very gently rubbed my welts with cooling Arnica gel, and Amanda gave me four cherry chocolates from our special reserve. I gave one to Juniata with thanks.

Amanda added, "Tonight our bath tube is yours for a long soak with Epsom Salts..."

Next day was Sunday and we had to attend the service. I asked the day's supervisor if I could wear proper knickers. "Punishment knickers are to be worn at all time for three days ! You will have to be careful to keep your skirt down."

I did keep my skirt down, with both hands ! As we marched by the pub Sally mused, "Sorry old timers, its curtain down !"

Later, I skipped the country club. I felt that riding might not be the best idea. Tennis with punishment knickers or the pool with a thong bikini weren't too appealing. I read my chemistry book on my bed and on my tummy.

Three days later I was quite happy to be again wearing my EB schoolgirl knickers. I also promised myself to dump all my strings, thongs and tangas when back home ! After that warning I carefully prepared all my lessons. I even made the roll of honor !

Jenny

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Eilean Beithe part 3

Having returned to our castle we were gathered in our classrooms and 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 told twice before that "Huh..." is unladylike language. I was grabbed by one of my bunches and pulled over a pair of trousered knees, my kilt was raised and my knickers pulled down while one knee was pushed between my legs and my arms caught in a firm grip. I felt well exposed and blushed accordingly...

I was severely spanked with some old leather slipper. I had never imagined that a spanking could be so stingy. I was told to pull up my knickers and again asked for my opinion. I stood sniffling with both hands up under my kilt rubbing my blazing bum. "Sniff... sorry... sniff... Sir... I meant to... sniff...say..."

Later, in bed I heard Sally through the curtains, "While being spanked you've showed everything you have, we now know that you are a real red hair !" I laughed, "We'll know soon enough if you're a real blonde !"

Sunday with full uniform and self conscious of our short skirts we marched through the village to attend mass at the old stone church.  Old timers at the pub feasted their eyes...

Next we were allowed to dress as we wished, as long as we wore skirts at least three inches above our knees. We discovered a local farm called the country club with a tennis court, horses, and were offered to share the Sunday roast.

Monday morning we were awaken by a 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 ! We didn't have time to think of what those small shorts covered or didn't cover. 

Sally was the last one. Miss P.E. grabbed her under her arm as if she was as light as a feather. She pealed her shorts and knickers down and soundly spanked her bottom and thighs. With her feet off the ground she pedaled. A few minutes later as we jogged alongside the loch, I teased her back, "We now know what you are a real blonde !"

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 you 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 the teach who had spanked me yesterday evening for my unladylike "Huh..." He told us to seat and announced, "Take a dictation, less 4 points per major mistakes and less 2 for minor ones. A grade below 12/20 means a classic spanking, under 10 and you will taste Mr Wacker. He smacked my desk with a leather paddle. It made a loud cracking sound, I almost jumped out of my knickers.

Sally corrected my work and I corrected hers. Susan collected our papers. Mister English Grammar checked them. Then he stepped down from his teacher's stage and grabbed one of my bunches. I was to be the first dictation victim ! He dragged me up on the stage. I grimaced and hobbled as I followed my hair. He let go when I was draped over a stool. "9/20! I am going to teach you a lesson !" He pulled my kilt up and dragged my knickers down before severely roasting my derriere and thighs with Mr Wacker,

"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!"

"Take your kilt and knickers off and correct your errors on the blackboard...."

Next he grabbed Marianne by an ear... Half the class was spanked. Then he went over each of our mistakes. He was for most of us the first teacher to take the time to do so. It was also a first to be standing skirt less with bare fiery bottoms and thighs on display while writing grammatical rules on the blackboard. We knew that we would remember them forever ! The bell chimed and we were allowed to dress. That spanking with Mr Wacker showed for the whole day !

It was math after the break. I was very lucky not to be again spanked. Some weren't so lucky. Deborah aka Debby had a second helping of Mr Wacker. Her thighs were glowing when it was time for lunch. It was again a great buffet, and we were taught how to peel an apple with a fork and a knife as proper young ladies.

Miss P.E. announced, "A lady should know how to ride, every Monday afternoon we will teach you how to ride at the farm country club..." She also added, "Every afternoon you will have a sporty activity except Wednesday when you will be writing an essay.

Tuesday is swimming, Thursday is karate, Friday will be a team sport, Saturday and Sunday you choose the activity you want to repeat."

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..."

Then it was our riding lesson at the country club. It was a short walk on the other side of the village. I always wanted to learn how to ride. We were issued jodhpurs, boots, hats and etc. For all our activities at the country club we had a reserved private changing room with lockers and showers.

I was afraid of feeding the bit to my horse and I had to be helped, but I did manage to saddle her on my own. Our riding coach was dishy and called me "a natural". We returned around 5 PM, and were back in our classrooms for supervised homework till dinner...

Jennifer

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Detention...

 

 

 

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Eilean Beithe Academy part 2

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 on the tube I had pulled on my miniskirt to hide the belt marks decorating my thighs, but it was quite futile with my still reddened left cheek. It was obvious for everyone that I was a well punished schoolgirl, and I was blushing as I felt like one. I overheard two old biddies, "At that age there's nothing better than a good skelping to keep them on the straight and narrow..." I blushed the more.

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 that 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 coach was called out. While waiting I burned with curiosity. I eventually couldn't resist, I ran that tawse between my fingers... I hadn't heard the coach 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 !"

On Monday the face of the matron of the secretarial pool was priceless. I had arrived at 10 AM wearing jeans and told her that I would be coming back to buy the firm !

I moved my things out of the apartment, my favorite aunt had offered a room. I didn't have a boyfriend to call, I had dropped him a month ago. He was a wimp.

At the Starbucks of the Glasgow airport my cellphone blooped, it was a texto telling me to find the Eilean Beithe coach in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn across the street. I pulled my suitcase on wheels and found a white bus with two dozen girls my age wearing miniskirts. They were smiling, I smiled back. I already felt a camaraderie...

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 which was closed by a chain bearing a sign reading "Private !"

We were gathered in the largest room of the castle which was also the dinning hall with long old wooden tables and antic wood paneling. We immediately noticed a crest with a cane, a tawse and a small birch...

Someone whispered, "Eilean Beithe means birch island..."

"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. Each classroom had the same crest...

Then it was the dorms, "Juniors are 4 to a dorm, seniors are 2 to a room. You may pull the light proof curtains between your beds for privacy. Your names are on the doors. You are to now change into your uniforms, and you will be inspected in the gym in fifteen minutes..."

Sally pulled her a blue tartan mini kilt out of the bag on her bed, and held it at arms' length. "Whoa! Its short !" Juniata pulled a pair of white knickers and chimed on, "I can't remember when I last wore white knickers !" Amanda added, "And no boys around to tease..."

None of us were late for the uniform inspection. The seniors wore red mini kilts. A very fit lady introduced herself as our P.E. Mistress. "First thing first all those with long hair are to braid them or tie them into pigtails or bunches..." As she inspected each of us she gave out blue scrunchies for juniors and red ones for seniors. We brightly blushed when she lifted our kilts to make sure we were wearing the regulation knickers. 

"Get your vaccination cards, we are going to have you medically inspected by the village 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, pulled our kilts down as we stepped over the chain. We were all very self conscious of the amount of leg we were showing…

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, "Strip! Don't make me repeat myself or I'll call your mistress..."

We obeyed ! She measured and weighted us, and completed a card for each of us. Then, carrying that card and our clothes we were showed into the doctor's office. He was male, and we were naked ! While three of us sat on cold metal chairs he took the blood pressure of the fourth one, and thoroughly examined her.

Jennifer

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