Curiosity part 1

The CEO of the Manchester Courier had just hang up his cellphone, and his ears were still ringing with the voice of his wife, "They have beaten my baby at your barbaric school!"

"Has she complained?"

"No, she only said that she got six strokes of the cane for fighting."

"Did she say why she was fighting?"

"She was helping a junior who was bullied."

He smiled, proud of his girl defending a junior.

"Why isn't the point! She has six horrid stripes across her bottom!"

"Did she ask not to return to her school?"

"No, but I want you to investigate!"

"Yes dear, I will."

The paper was her father's. He had no choice, he flipped a switch on his intercom to call his secretary, "Please ask the Director of Publications to send his three youngest female reporters."

Ten minutes later, Pamela stepped out of his office, and the other two had plenty of questions. "No idea what he wants, he only asked my age."

The three young women were again waiting with the older secretary when the intercom buzzed. "Please send back number 2, and others should return to their departments."

I was standing in front of the CEO for the second time. The wheels of the home movie between my ears were spinning fast.

"Take a seat Miss, Miss?"

"Priscilla, Sir."

He took in her mini skirt, her shapely legs, her pert breasts. He smiled, she is as fresh as a daisy and sounds determined.

"Please tell me more about yourself."

"I am twenty one, after my O and A Levels I graduated from the Manchester School of Journalism, and joined the Investigator four months ago."

"Why journalism ? With A level you could have gone into Law School."

"I am the daughter of Adam Pulitzer, the free lance reporter."

"Ah! I understand. Adam is an old friend. If you accept the mission you will be able to give all the details to your parents."

"I am offering a few encouraging bonuses. Your contract with us will be confirmed although you haven't completed your one year trial period. You will be attached to the SID."

He again called his secretary, "Please have Alex join us."

"The SID, Special Investigations Department under the authority of Alex, my deputy."

After a knock on the door, "Alex, please have a seat. If Miss Priscilla accepts the mission she will join the SID, you will have Human Resources adjust her salary and etc."

Joining the SID! It was a dream. A red badge, parking space, executive cafeteria, no need to punch the clock, and an increase of about 40%. I'll be able to buy my Mini!

"For the duration of the mission your salary will be doubled, and you will sign your first reportage. Interested?"

"Whoa! Yes Sir!"

"You are to join undercover the Burntwood Boarding School for Girls as a 6th former."

"Ah!"

"If you are caned you will get an additional bonus."

"They have corporal punishment?!"

"Yes, and I do hope that you get six of the best!"

"I see."

"Do you accept the mission?"

"Once the mission is completed I will remain with the SID?"

"Yes."

"I accept."

"Very well, you are not to reveal your identity."

"I understand, and I won't."

Alex, the deputy CEO accompanied me to Human Resources for my red badge and adjustment of my salary. There was a number of raised eyebrows!

Back home I proudly showed Pop my red badge.

"Your CEO has already called. I remember my first under cover job, I got a broken nose."

"I might be caned."

"It won't be the first time, and I added several smacks with my belt instead of a bonus!"

We both laughed.

Mom helped me buy a new *young lady's blazer* and white blouses. I don't have much breasts, but I do have more than a few years ago. There was no need to buy new skirts and shoes. She also helped me prepare my suitcase, and added tubes of Arnica and Aloe Vera with a teasing smile. 

When Pop drove me to the airport I looked at least four years younger with grey knee high socks and a matching pleated skirt which felt shorter than my usual minis although its the same length. Two hours later I landed at Edinburgh. There was a uniformed driver with a sign waiting for me.

 An hour later Burntwood Boarding School came into view, it was most impressive. Huge old buildings, sports fields, vast greens with a lake size pond, and plenty of schoolgirls in uniform. The chauffeur carried my suitcase and led me to the Registrar's office for paperwork. Miss Registrar was as welcoming as a prison door. I saw on her desk a thick booklet of detachable Punishment Request Forms. I was seventeen, again.

Priscilla

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The Eilean Beithe ring revealed...

                     The Eilean Beithe ring...

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Eilean Beithe part 7 and epilogue

Back at the castle after mass we had a nasty surprise. Miss PE announced "Jennifer and Johanna, fighting means the punishment skirt when on the island..."

We had of course heard of the punishment skirt for the meanies who cheated, drank, smoked or worse ! We were going to be the first p.skirted girls this term.

Miss P.E. officiated. She had us taking off our kilts and standing there in our red punishment knickers exposing our well caned derrieres while she opened an old cupboard. She pulled out two punishments skirts, blue tartan for me as a junior, and red tartan for Johanna as a senior. We adjusted them and blushed as spring thistles when we realized that our knickers peaked under our front hemline. Although we would be wearing them only within the privacy of our castle and its island, we were still quite embarrassed. We nonetheless wore them as brave EB girls!

 Later Sally teased, "There's a flash in the woods behind the beach... It must some of those retirees from the pub with binoculars... Hahahahaha! They will see your bare bum with those skimpy p.knickers!"

I thought about denickering her on the causeway, but the thought of visiting the Headmaster while already wearing a punishment skirt helped me cool down.

Epilogue

We all took our A-levels with flying colors and honors. A year later Sally and I were also among the two five to be admitted at the prestigious Cambridge law school. We had no problem securing grants and easy work at the library. Each summer we returned to Eilean Beithe for additional lessons.

Each time the grades of our past year were closely examined, and we were caned for all grades below C. One year I got ten strokes and again had to wear the dreadful punishment skirt...

We graduated on top of our classes, and added another year to be specialized into international business law. Numerous law firms made tempting offers, we refused them. We developed our own business as associates. We were very successful, we fought our cases with teeth and nails. Eilean Beithe girls are fearless and they never give up.

We moved into fashionable Mayfair. We had a huge poster of "our castle" in the waiting room. We wanted a partner, we wanted a girl like us... We were quite disappointed. All of those we had interviewed lacked backbone. The backbone that you are taught with severe discipline.

One day we found a girl standing mesmerized in front of the picture of "our castle." We exchanged greetings, and she said, "Its a surprising castle..."

We sensed that she was testing the water.

Sally nodded and I added, "Have you been there?"

She further tested us, "Isn't it the EB castle?"

She hadn't spelled out the name and Sally with a wide smile returned the question, "Do you mean Eilean Beithe ?"

I noticed how she had blushed, and decided to push her, "You are an EB girl?"

She blushed crimson. Sally gently caught her left hand, and we saw her silver Eilean Beithe ring.

I showed her mine, and so did Sally. I chimed, "We are sisters!"

She stammered, "You.. are... b... both... EB... bb... girls!"

"Yes!"

We hugged her, "Welcome aboard partner!"

"B... b... but I have no capital to be an associate... and no experience... I graduated a month a go..."

"Don't worry about the capital, we'll work it out! What was your record?"

She understood the question and answered without hesitation, "Twelve strokes and punishment skirt... It was my second year at Cambridge..."

We took her to our bank. We didn't need to be introduced to the young lady VP. I told our new partner, "Your left hand, on the desk, please..." Johanna, our banker, immediately had her left hand next to hers, with the same small silver ring..."

For our first case together we took down a battalion of lawyers...

Jennifer and co

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Eilean Beithe part 6

The winter was history and I was on both roll of honors. The academic one and the naughty girls one. I was even within the top three with Sally for the second one, my derriere hadn't suffered from the cold !

It was Sunday and we were allowed to wear civies. I had chosen a cute dress with tiny flowers to celebrate spring. I wanted to look as a young lady of twenty two years, not as a naughty schoolgirl with decorated thighs. I also wanted to seduce Alex, the country club's dishy riding coach, but a senior was already wriggling her bum in tight jodhpurs for him. She even stuck her tongue out at me. "Grgrgrgr!"

I had to wait for the Monday afternoon riding lesson to have another opportunity. I was very careful with the morning English grammar dictation and the following math class. I didn't want a sore bottom for the riding lesson. I was lucky and a few hours later I pulled my jodhpurs up as tight as possible !

As I ran towards the stables I was suddenly pushed into a puddle of mud. That senior hissed, "He's mine !" I jumped back on my feet, and a second later she was sitting into horse dung. I shrugged and moved on, but she again attacked me, and scratched my right cheek as a wild cat. I punched her lights out. Miss P.E. came running. I immediately said that she started it, but I was ordered to change back into my dress and to return to our castle. I was fuming...

She revived Miss Senior, and made sure that her nose wasn't broken.

Later, back at the castle Mr McTavish our Headmaster passed sentence. It was the cane for both of us. I thought it was unfair and protested. I was told that it was unladylike behavior to have knocked her out. "Not to mention that you could have broken her nose !"'

A formal caning wasn't an everyday occurrence. It was to be the first one of the year. It was to be on Sunday morning after breakfast in the gym. We had the whole week to dread it ! A day later Miss Senior apologized, "...and you can have him." I told her that I don't mind fair competition.

The day of our atonement had come and we didn't have much appetite for breakfast. Angela, who had attended a boarding school explained, "I saw that cane, its a junior cane, it will be very stingy... It is about avoiding too much bruising, and the more so if whipping your thighs... The marks won't last more than a week..." I had received a few strokes of the cane in detention, it was devilish. I wasn't too reassured, but as an Eilean Beithe girl I wouldn't chicken out !

At the appointed time, with quite a blush, we stood bare from our navel to our knee socks by the gym's exercise bars. Our roommates were told to attend the ceremony. I was relieved that it wouldn't be a full assembly caning...

"Jennifer you will be first, grab your ankles..." I shamefully offered my bottom for punishment. I soon heard a swish followed a split second later by a sharp thwack, my bottom felt as if it was cut, but I knew that it wasn't. With the cane that pain grows in intensity till you bawl out,

OH! AH! AIE! OUIIIIIICH !

I could feel each stroke till the third one, with the last three my whole derriere was on fire. I had, for the first time, received the famous six of the best, and my eyes were watering. Then my upper thighs were whipped twice.

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

I was sniffling as I stood facing the wall with my hands on my head exposing my blazing bum and throbbing thighs. Miss Senior was similarly corrected and she cried out as loud as me.

Next we weren't too surprised when we were given the infamous red punishment knickers. After having received a caning it was expected. Finally we were told to get dress, "Hurry up we have a service to attend, and pull up your socks!"

We kept our skirts down with both hands as we marched with our friends and supervisors towards the church. The old timers at the pub weren't too disappointed, they still had our lovely legs to watch...

In church the EB reserved wooden bench looked unforgiving. For a few seconds it was cool and soothed my still burning derriere, then it became harder and harder. I was happy to kneel for prayers. I blushed crimson when I heard a surprised "Oh!" behind me. A church mouse had seen my streaked thighs...

Jennifer

To be continued...

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Some poor grades mean the cane...

 

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