Buxiban part 3

It was the first day at our Asian Junior College for Emma and I.

I again tugged down my school uniform skirt and twirled in front of my tall mirror. I again sighed. It was useless. I couldn't hide the faint reddish marks decorating the back of my thighs. The lady registrar had skillfully aimed her plastic ruler exactly under the hemline of my skirt. "Grgrgrgr!"

I ran downstairs, "Poppa please wait! Please help me with my school tie!" He did and smiled, "You look great Princess." I pouted, "I look like a ten year old!"

After breakfast I heard Emma ringing the bell of her bicycle. I gave a peck for Mum before joining her with my new bike. We rode to our college. As we got closer we rode with girls wearing the same uniform as us.

 We discovered that our school is much smaller than we had imagined. After having parked our bikes with our helmets inside our panniers we didn't need to be told that we should line up in front of the JC 1 pennant. We knew that JC 2 and 3 are about preparing exams for universities...

Two Asian girls behind us giggled, "Two Anglo newbies..."

"Well registered !"

We knew that whites are called Anglos, and there's no pejorative connotation to that. Two per cent of the locals are actually Anglos.

We turned around with smiles, and I asked, "Are all newbies smacked by the registrar?"

They laughed, "90% of Anglos."

"And only 50% of Asians."

Emma chimed, "Means that you are better behaved than us!"

They again laughed, "Means that our parents are more severe!"

They introduced themselves as Lia and Isa.

We noticed that we are about 70 in front of the JC 1 pennant, and JC 2's are about 50 while JC 3's are 30.

A very fit and stern looking lady clapped her hands. We immediately hushed and listened. "I am your PE coach and supervisor. I am going to take you for a tour of our school."

We visited the indoor sports complex with an Olympic size swimming pool and a basket ball court. Outside we saw a manicured field hockey lawn with a track running around it.

Next was the school itself. We understood that JC1 pupils would be divided into 3 classes. All classes had a raised platform for the teachers, something we had never seen back home.

We were invited to have a cup of tea at the cafeteria. The self service offered small cookies, I took three. We sat with Lia and Isa. Emma said, "Great school for only 150 girls must be costing a bundle!"

Lia nodded, "About 30 will be eliminated after two days of tests."

Isa also nodded, "It is one of the pricier Junior Colleges. What's your fathers doing?"

I answered, "They are both medical research docs, and yours?"

Lia was first, "Dad is into investment banking."

Isa added. "Father is into Artificial Intelligence."

Emma concluded, "It adds up !"

We laughed !

Later all the JC1's were gathered into the assembly hall, and Miss Prim our English professor announced, "Tomorrow and the following day you will be tested, math, physics, chemistry, English literature and etc !"

"You will be graded and you will be rejected if your average is bellow 10/20. We are a private school and we take who we want !"

"If you have made our minimum average grade you are welcome, and we will make sure that you have your A-level with honors!"

"If you have grades under 10/20 although you have reached our overall average you will be punished..."

Amelia and Emma

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Buxiban part 2

Mum registered me at the Junior college mentioned by Emma's parents.

The Registration lady inquired, "Madam how old is your daughter?"

I answered, "Eighteen, Ma'am!"

The lady frowned. "Our pupils talk when they are addressed. I was asking your mother."

I felt like a silly reprimanded schoolgirl and blushed.

Mum answered, "She is eighteen Madam."

"According to our laws she is a minor."

I thought better than sassing back that I am a major back home.

"Madam, please sign the corporal punishment clause after having written, "I hereby allow the corporal punishment of my daughter Amelia according to the rules of the college."

I again blushed.

I was issued my uniform. When the burumas were added to the bag I asked, "May I please have knickers for wearing under them?"

The lady said, "Our pupils request permission to speak when not addressed. You were already warned. Turn around and raise your skirt."

I froze on the spot. Mum said, "Do as you are told, dear."

I very reluctantly turned around, and raised my jeans mini.

The registrar pulled a long and wide plastic ruler from under the counter.

"Hands on your knees, your are to get three strokes, two on your bottom and one across your thighs. If you move you will lower your knickers and the punishment will be repeated."

WHACK!

"OUCH!"

I couldn't help it, I danced with both hands rubbing my bum. I had never imagined such a sting! It sure wasn't Mum's occasional hand spanking.

"Lower your knickers to your knees, and back in position."

"What! Lowering my knickers right here with people around."

"Two more strokes! Lower your knickers now, or it will be four more."

“Do as your are told dear.”

I reluctantly lowered my knickers as another girl and her mother entered the storeroom. I was mortified, my bare bottom got five fiery strokes, and my thighs got two. Those were the worse! I again danced while rubbing my throbbing bum and thighs. I had never been punished so severely! I was in tears.

"You may pull up your knickers up and adjust your skirt."

I realized that she had whacked my thighs so that it would show under my mini. I was quite distressed.

I pleaded with Mum to drop me back home so that I could hide my shame. "You got a taste of what to expect if you don't toe the line. We are now going to the shopping mall. I have to buy you a bike."

I pulled my mini as far down as I could. It was no use everyone could see my well decorated thighs. I was red face.

I saw two girls my age with similarly marked thighs. They were wearing different school uniforms. They weren't blushing, and they were happily chatting with boys wearing uniforms with shorts.

At the bike shop I asked for an electric one. Mum refused, she said that pedaling would give me lovely legs. I chose a super bike. It was red with zillions of speeds. The young sales clerk adjusted the handle bar and the saddle, and I had to try it. He had my reddened thighs just about in front of his nose, and I was glad that he said nothing. He told Mum that I need an helmet. "It is mandatory Ma'am. Minors not having one are to report to the local juvenile punishment center, and parents are fined $200." I choose a discreet burgundy one almost matching my auburn red hair.

Back at our condominium I tried my bike with my helmet, and visited Emma. Her mother told me that I would find her in the garden. She must have seen my thighs as she added with a laugh, "I see that you have been registered at the college."

I found Emma, "I got my uniform, and I was whacked with a nasty plastic ruler by the mean registrar!"

"Oh! I am sorry. I was also whacked by her. I should have warned you!"

"I jumped after the first stroke, and I got five, and two across my thighs." I twirled around and showed her.

"One more thing! The sales clerk at the bike shop mentioned 'juvenile punishment center.'"

"Yes, minors caught misbehaving by the police are issued punishment slips."

"And?"

"And you report to your local juvenile punishment center, and you get whacked and your parents get a fine."

"Phew! I now understand why there's no graffiti."

Emma added, "And no underage drinking or smoking, and etc."

Amelia and Emma

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Buxiban part 1

 I am eighteen and my name is Amelia. I have flunked my A-level. Needless to say that my parents aren't too happy. I was to retake them after a year at a cram school, but Pop was offered a great expatriate job in Asia, and Mum suggested that I come with them.

We discovered an amazing seaside city with wide avenues, surprising high rises and superb parks. There's huge air conditioned shopping malls with all the shops opening onto giant indoor atrium with fountains and glimmering suspended mobiles. 

It was also quite surprising to find very clean streets and no graffiti. Everyone speaks English. People are courteous and disciplined, there's no jaywalking or illegal parking. During the week all youngsters wear school uniforms, even girls my age!

Pop was allocated a suburban semi detached house near the local silicone valley. It is located in a condominium with a huge pool and four tennis courts.

Almost next door, Pop's colleague and wife, who arrived a month before us invited us for lunch. I wasn't too keen, but Mum announced, "Amelia you are coming, they have a daughter your age."

Their house is a carbon copy of ours with two parking spaces in front and a garden in the back. It is tastefully furnished and I was introduced to Emma. We were both wearing jeans mini and we exchanged shy smiles as our parents chatted. I blushed when Mum mentioned that I flunked my A-level. Emma's mother chimed, "Same with Emma! We have registered her at a local private girls only junior college to retake her A-level. We were told that they have excellent results!"

Her father added, "No boys and strict discipline with the strap and cane!" I saw how Emma blushed crimson. Pop echoed her dad, "Excellent we will register Amelia as soon as tomorrow!" It was my turn to blush.

Emma's mother told her, "Please show your school uniform to Amelia."

She lead the way upstairs to her bedroom. We hadn't reached her room that I was asking, "Is it true about the strap and the cane?"

"It is clearly mentioned in the brochure."

I discovered her lovely room. She invited me to sit on her swirly chair and she handed me that brochure. I read, "All girls, no exception, will be subjected to corporal punishment for misbehavior or poor results. According to the offence or short coming, a spanking with or without a leather paddle, or 6 to 12 strokes of the strap, or 4 to 8 strokes of the cane. All punishments administered on the bare bottom and thighs. It is also to be noted that punishments might be administered in front of the culprits peers."

"Oh boy! I have never received more than a few hand smacks from Mum..."

"Same here."

"We are in for a rough ride!"

"For sure .... do you want to see the uniform?"

"Yep..."

She displayed it on her bed. I picked up the grey pleated skirt and held it in front of me, "It is quite short!" I also noticed the white collared blouses and navy  cardigans and sweaters for the few colder days.

"There's also a school tie."

"A tie! I don't even know how to knot one!"

"And white ankle socks in the summer and knee high in winter, with T.bar black leather shoes!"

"Oh! My..."

"And navy burumas..."

"Burumas?"

"Sports knickers."

"What! Only knickers for sports? No shorts!"

"Last but not least, white cotton knickers."

I slumped back on her chair sighing, "We even have uniform knickers."

Her mother called, "Time for lunch girls."

We rejoined our parents. and Mum asked, "How's the uniform dear?"

"We are going to look like twelve years old."

Her father mentioned, "All schoolgirls your age wear a school uniform."

Pop asked, "What about discipline?"

I sighed, "Leather paddle, strap, and up to eight strokes of the cane..."

I loudly added, "And bare butt!"

Mum protested, "Language Amelia!"

I again sighed.

Mum hissed, "Its about time that you get what you richly deserve !"

"Soz Mum!"

Pop also sighed, "Its a pity that I couldn't bring myself to tanning your hide."

Her father added, "Same here ... we are guilty... and our mamby pamby education system hasn't help."

Later at night I mused, "I have never worried about my school work. It was smooth sailing till my O-level. I got them by the skin of my teeth. It should have been a warning. I ignored it and failed my A-level. I hate to admit it, but Mum might be right about getting what I deserve..."

Amelia and Emma

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What! Another poor report card!

 

 

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