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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
To be continued...
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On the way back to our dorm room, Cheryl wanted to apologize, "I am sorry you were also punished, sniff, it was all my fault, sniff, I am the one who cheated, you shouldn't have been punished."
"Nah! I wanted to help you, and that made me your accomplice, it was my own doing, no need to apologize."
"No hard feeling?"
"None !"
"Thanks Sista!"
I returned her high five with a big smile.
While waiting for Monica and Lucinda we cooled our throbbing derrieres and thighs with wet flannels.
"Oh that feels great!"
Our roommates had heard of our misadventures and they made a detour by the cafeteria to bring us blueberry scones. It was such a lovely thought, we warmly hugged them. After our post spanking treatment they helped us stitch the stars onto all our knickers. We slept on our tummies that night. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night to type my report.
Next morning after the PE exercises and run, Miss Supervisor collected our white newbie socks and we were issued regular grey ones. It was a relief. It meant that we would no longer be under newbie scrutiny, and over a supervisor's knees with our skirts up and knickers down to be spanked for every misdemeanors.
Next was the pre-breakfast uniform inspection. With the cane having adorned our thighs right under our skirt's hemlines we were red faced even before being ordered to raise them. It was first in front to show our newly stitched stars. Then we had to show how we were punished, and the inspecting supervisor commented, "This is what to expect if cheating." We were still blushing as we loaded our breakfast trays...
Classes went well, and I eventually found time to discreetly type my report.
Alex, the Head of the Special Investigations Department of The Manchester Courier congratulated me for my caning! I was told to return home. I texted Pop asking him to send a message explaining that I am to be transferred.
Next morning Miss Supervisor announced, "Priscilla dear, your father is transferring you to Saint Excruciata in Cornwall."
"Huh!"
"He explained that he has signed a three year contract in Exeter."
"Ah!"
I didn't want to abruptly leave Cheryl, Lucinda and Monica, I attended the morning exercises and run. When back I changed into the schoolgirl clothes Mom had bought me, and we had breakfast together. I promised to send them a huge Cornish cake. We hugged, we waved, they went in class and my taxi was waiting.
The taxi driver called me, 'Young Missy', and I said, 'Thank you Sir' as he dropped me in front of the Edinburgh airport terminal.
As I was pocketing my ID card I dropped my boarding card. I hurriedly picked it up, behind me I overheard a junior schoolboy tell his brother, "Yoh bro! That girl was caned, she has strokes across her thighs, she must have been very naughty!"
The airline attendant had overheard and her eyebrows just about left her forehead. I blushed a schoolgirl.
Eric was home, he was still wearing his Navy uniform. He immediately noticed my schoolgirl uniform and theatrically dropped on his knees, "There is a God ! He has given me a schoolgirl, a real live one!" I turned around to lock the door, "Oh! She has been naughty, she was caned across her thighs." I slowly dropped my bag and gave him an eyeful.
"I didn't know that you have a schoolgirl fetish!?"
"I am a normal red blooded boy, I have always dreamed of spanking a schoolgirl!"
"No spankings tonight! I am still sore from that caning."
"Come sit on my knees and tell me everything."
"I am now a Special Investigation reporter, I got a 40% pay raise, executive badge giving me access to my own parking spot, and the top floor cafeteria and fitness room, etc."
"I was undercover as a 6th former at Burntwood College."
"That's one of the more severe boarding schools for girls!"
"I was caught helping a friend cheat, and was caned as her accomplice."
He was playing with my skirt, and noticed the red star stitched in front of my knickers, "What's that?"
"For each caning you get to stitch one of those onto all your knickers, and you get an additional stroke per star when again punished."
"And for hand spankings?"
"A dozen additional smacks!"
He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. "I have been at sea for 3 weeks. I am going to lick your cane welts. I am going to..."
We had a great weekend!
Monday morning early, with a longer skirt than usual, I walked into the most exclusive bakery of Manchester. "Good morning! According to your window you have a shop in Exeter."
"Indeed, how may I help you?"
"I would like your shop in Exeter to send a huge Cornish cake to Burntwood College. The names are Cheryl, Lucinda and Monica, and the card should say, "From Prissy with love, and there's no white socks at Saint Excruciata!"
Later at the Manchester Courier Alex lead me to the office of the CEO. They were both very nice, but I felt that they wanted to see the evidence. I wasn't prepared to raise my skirt for them! I suggested visiting the company nurse. "I have to renew my DTaP shot..." They both smiled. A switch was pushed, "Please tell the nurse to immediately attend to Miss Priscilla."
Five minutes later the nurse told me to raise my skirt and lower my knickers before laying on my side on the examination table. She said, "Whoa!" when she saw my bum. She didn't have time to say more, the phone rang. I knew it was the CEO.
She was embarrassed as she asked if she could count the stripes. I encouraged her. Three minutes later she was back on the phone, "It was a very severe caning Sir, I counted 7 or 8 strokes." Then I got my DTaP shot, 'Ouch!'
Later that day I triumphantly walked into the Mini dealership, "I would like to buy a Cooper S, white with red trimmings!
Four years later Cheryl applied for a job at the Manchester Courier, and she was discreetly helped...
Priscilla
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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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