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Next was the morning exercises and run. Our PE coach always had some new routines. Today it was GI Jane like push-ups. "Great exercise for keeping firm and perky boobs!"
For the uniform inspection Monica and Lucinda were told to raise their skirts back and front. It was to show what happens to cheating girls, and to make sure that they had sewn their stars.
I remembered that Pop's beltings were never more than twelve smacks, and he never whacked my thighs. The Prefect of Discipline had given me twenty and decorated my thighs. There was also the detail of the thick crocodile belt versus the classic leather one of Pop.
After lunch it was French. Cheryl sat next to me and blanched when Madame announced la dictée. Even those near bilingual as me don't like dictation, and French grammar is a pain for most French natives as well. Too many silent letters and exceptions.
Madame paced the classroom as she slowly dictated. "Its a song from Véronique Sanson about her mother.
Je l'appelle encore...
Quand j'avais le goût des étincelles
Que j'étais belle et rebelle..."
I noticed that Cheryl was discreetly eyeing my paper. She was obviously trying to copy my work. I winked and made it easier for her with keeping my left hand under my desk.
Suddenly Madame stopped dictating and charged towards us! She seized our papers and quickly scanned them. With furious brows she told Cheryl, "You have cheated!" She added for me, "And you have helped her! I saw how you kept your hand out of the way!" Then she grabbed our ears as if we were juniors, and we stumbled behind her as she lead us to the Deputy Principal's office.
"They have cheated! Cheryl copied from Priscilla who helped her. I want them caned with strokes of shame across their thighs and public corner time!"
The DP was quite annoyed by the French professor barging into his office unannounced. "Very well!" He turned to us with purposeful brows and ordered, "Take off your knickers!" We were already blushing as we stood in front of his desk with our knickers in hands. "Drop them on the coffee table, and bend over those two chairs and hold on to the armrests.
The chair was tall. I was on my toes, my bum felt so naked and worse was having to part my legs a few inches to keep my balance. My ears were again tickling.
WHACK !
"OH! AH!"
WHACKKK !
"OH! ARGHHH!"
I was caned once before, it was severe, but this time I felt streaks of fire inching down my bum.
WHACKKKKK !
"OH! ARGHHHHH! OUCH!!"
I felt my eyes watering.
WHACKKKKKK !
"OH! ARGHHHHHH!"
I almost called, 'Thumb up! I am a reporter!' but I heard Cheryl's, "OUiiiiiiiiiiiCH!" and thought that I would be betraying her if I tried to escape that punishment. I did help her cheat, I was her accomplice, I also deserve to be punished. There was also the promise of not revealing my identity. I gritted my teeth and took the remaining two strokes. They were sizzlers, and my butt was a blazing inferno.
I already felt truly chastised with a fiery bum and exposing my girly secrets, but there was more to come.
WHACKK !
"OH! ARGHHHHHH!"
WHACKKK !
"OH! ARGHHHHHH! OUCHHHHH!"
The strokes across my thighs weren't as hard as those administered to my bum, but they felt incandescent !
Our skirts were pinned up, and we were told to face the wall outside the Deputy Principal's office for fifteen minutes.
drawing skirt pinned up
The DP called us back into his office, our corner time was up. We were told to unpinned each others skirts, and to collect our knickers. We gingerly pulled them up, and were given the stars to be stitched onto all our knickers...
Priscilla
To be continued...
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"Croc! Croc! Croc!"
Adriana the white knight came to the rescue, "Leave her alone!"
They didn't have to be told twice.
I questioned Lucinda, "How do they know it was the crocodile belt?"
"Because the marks on your thighs wouldn't be as red with an ordinary belt, and they aren't wide enough for the tawse and too wide for the cane."
"Ah!"
Monica added; "You best not be late for the gym assembly or will also have palm prints."
I wasn't.
While jogging I reflected on the previous evening, my roommates were very helpful with after spanking care. I feel bad to be hiding that I am actually an undercover reporter.
Next was the uniform inspection. It was most humbling to be told to lift my uniform skirt. Everyone could see the marks decorating my thighs because of the shortish kilted skirt, but raising it meant showing the marks escaping my knickers.
I enjoyed breakfast. I knew that I wouldn't be able to have fried eggs and bacon forever, unless I run at least five miles every morning.
The first class was math and the professor was waiting for me, "Miss Priscilla please join me on the stand with your Punishment Slip."
I knew that I was blushing as I stood on the stand in front of the class. I handed my P.Slip. "Please tell us how you were punished for that shameful grade."
"I was belted, Ma'm."
"Please give us more details!"
I was given twenty strokes, Ma'am"
"And?"
"It was on the bare, Ma'am."
After that last detail I felt a hot flush, and must have blushed as red as a fire engine.
"Lets see if you have learned your lesson. Please solve the equation on the blackboard."
It was surprisingly easy. Having learned the formula sitting on my pillow with a well reddened bottom had helped.
Next was French and Madame la prof pulled a martinet out of her satchel. "This is a French martinet it is very useful for encouraging lazy girls." I had tasted it when in France. It sure wasn't as severe as a belt and the marks fade in a day or two, but the six leather tails are quite stingy and always had me dancing.
Cheryl failed the French grammar exercise and was called to the blackboard. She again failed. Madame wasn't too happy, nor was Cheryl when she had her skirt pinned up. The French whippette *teased* her thighs, but it didn't jolt her French brain cells. Her knickers were lowered, and she blushed as red as a mail box. She got la fessée cul nu au martinet, and she had to write that on the blackboard.
After our afternoon PE class Cheryl and I returned to our dorm room in need of a shower. We were quite surprised to find Lucinda and Monica on their tummies with their skirts up and bare bum adorned with vividly purple stripes.
"What happened?"
"We were caught cheating, and we were caned, sniff, sniff."
Cheryl understood that her encounter with the martinet didn't compare with the cane, and she helped us prepare cold flannels. Meanwhile I gathered our soothing cream and Arnica gel.
They answered in turn, "We are to stitch them onto the front of our knickers, on the right hand front side."
"Next time we are punished it will mean an extra stroke."
"An extra stroke per star whatever the implement used."
"And in the case of a hand spanking an extra spank?"
"Hahahaha! Silly bizom! An extra dozen smacks."
"And an extra six if the martinet."
"Ouch!"
We helped them stitch their stars.
Later I was up in the middle of the night and in the loos to type my report on my cellphone. Alex had left a text message, "The boss is real proud of his daughter, and no bonus for the belt!"
Priscilla
To be continued...
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Guessing that the drawing is self explanatory...
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On the way back to our dorm-room our eyebrows shot up as we saw a tall brunette with streaked thighs. Monica educated us, "Its the cane across the thighs for the naughtier girls. She had a small court around her, and Lucinda added, "Thats Adriana, she again punched the light out of a girl who was picking on a friend of hers." I caught her name and discovered that she is the daughter of my CEO.
After my homework, I went to the library and choose a discreet corner. I didn't want my roommates to see me connect a keyboard to my cellphone and type at the journalistic rate of 90 words per minute. I mentioned Adriana, "She's the school's princess!" Having sent my first report to the Manchester Courier I waited five minutes for Alex the Head of the Special Investigation Department to acknowledge it. "Whoa! Spanked on the bare in front of the whole classroom! Any chance of me being disguised as a schoolgirl?" I answered with a long, "Hahahahahaha!"
Then I rejoined my roommates in time for dinner, and we were good girls.
Next days started with French and the professor sounded French. She was also an excellent prof. I have a very good French accent, as if a royal! I explained and didn't have to make up a story, "Mes parents ont une maison de vacances en Périgord."
It was only after the last class of the day that our Supervisor caught up with me. "You are to appear before the Prefect of Discipline for your Punishment Slip". I followed her. I was kinda worried, my roommates had mentioned a belting. Pop had given me the belt on a number of occasions. I knew how stingy it can be.
The corridor leading to the door with the silver plate reading Prefect of Discipline had a long wooden bench with two girls obviously waiting their turn. Miss Supervisor ordered, "Sit and watch the light above the door, green means next." I looked up and saw that it was red.
A few minutes later a girl walked our with puffy eyes and both hand rubbing her skirt over her bottom. As she turned around to close the door we saw wide crimson marks below the hem of her skirt. The girl next to me whispered, "Such width means the tawse."
I was the next one in line, and I wasn't too cocky. I was hypnotized by the red light. Suddenly it turned green. I entered and discovered a classic comfy office with a burly matron. No whipping post. no flogging bench, no display of punishment instruments, a large old wooden desk, a modern office chair, two large and tall comfy chairs with wooden armrests in front of her desk.
"Good afternoon Ma'am."
She didn't look like a prison guard, but she looked stern. She was holding a pink slip, I soon understood that it was my Punishment Slip as she read it out loud,
"Priscilla, 6th B, Reason for punishment : Failed math test : 7/20, Such a bellow standard grade is evidence of laziness. Severity Level : Severe"
She repeated, "Laziness."
I lowered my head, and felt retrospectively guilty for all my past poor math results.
She ordered, "Take off your skirt and your knickers. Neatly fold them on top of the left chair. Keep your hands atop your head."
It was very embarrassing to be standing bare from my navel to my knee socks. I again felt my ears tickling, I knew that I was blushing.
She stood and lectured me, "With math there's no place for improvisation, you have done your homework or you haven't. You have learned the formula, applied it, and bingo! If you haven't you fail. Laziness always shows with math."
"I am going to teach you a lesson you will remember when doing your future homework."
She opened a cupboard and selected a man's belt. I saw that it was made of dark brown crocodile leather.
SMACK!
"OH!"
She had vigorously whipped my buns, and it was stingier than Pop's belt!
SMACKKK!!!
"OH! ARGHH!!"
SMACKKKK!!!
"OH! ARGHHH!!"
Only half a dozen smacks and she had ignited my bum.
SMACKKKK!!!!
"OH! ARGHHH!!"
She also smacked my upper thighs. I did the naughty girl dance.
SMACKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHH!!!"
She worked down my thighs. I couldn't help bawling as a well punished school girl.
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"
"Will you be applying yourself for your math lessons and homework?"
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"
"Yes Miss! I will!"
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHH!!!"
"I promise Miss!"
She again smacked my thighs...
SMACKKKKKK!!!!!
"OH! ARGHHHHHHH!!!"
"Now everyone will know that you are a lazy girl!"
She allowed me to rub, I didn't need to be told twice. With teary eyes I frantically rubbed my throbbing bum and thighs.
On the way back to my dorm I rubbed as discreetly as I could and reflected, "Whoa! Maybe you wouldn't have failed math during all those years if Pop had had such a belt."
My roommates were waiting for me. They were darlings. They had prepared cold flannels and creams. "How many and with what?"
"It was some crocodile leather belt, and I got twenty."
I did my homework sitting on my pillow that evening.
Priscilla
To be continued...
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