"Now see here, lady!" Jessica shouted.
A collective gasp escaped the tender lips of the schoolgirls under the ward of the massive woman now glaring down at Jessica, who backed up a step under her menacing glare.
The woman easily picked Jessica back up by under her arms and proceeded to shake her like a doll, arms and legs flailing around helplessly in the air as Jessica yelped in terror.
“How DARE you! Why, you insolent little brat! Just wait `til I get you back to the school! Any similar outburst from any one of you, and ALL of you will suffer the punishment. I’m counting on all of you to keep her in line, or the staff will put your entire room under strict observance procedures for the evening. You already know what that entails now, don’t you girls?””, and she flings Jessica backwards into the hesitant arms of the cowering teenage girls, most nearly finished drying off from their swimming lessons and back into their boarding school uniforms.
The girls all meekly chime in unison, “Yes, Mrs. Mathews. Self-Control is Group Control”.
“I didn’t hear YOU say it!”, the huge woman again focuses her wrath at Jessica, who is still rattled from her shaking.
“Group Control is Self-Control? What kind of fucked-up?”, and that’s all Jessica managed to voice before feeling the sting of the back of Mrs. Mathew’s hand across her left cheek, bringing her to tears. All the girls gasped at Jessica’s dropping the F-bomb, and they pulled her into their midst and covered her mouth to keep her from getting them in any more trouble for their class than she’s already caused.
Mark my words, I’m going to make little smartypants the star of this evening’s show, believe you me! Now if she isn’t showered, toweled and on the bus back to Saint Mary’s in the next 5 minutes, all of you will share her punishment.”
Jessica had been through a similar case of mistaken age last year, but that time had been her own fault, as she had used her underage appearance to receive a discount on carnival rides at the Fair. Now, here she was, badly needing to pee after her swim in the pool, but holding it in as the girls hurried her out of her wet swimsuit, through a cold shower and a quick towel-off and into...what? By this point, the girls were too cowed to tell their mean old teacher that Jessica wasn’t one of the class! There was no school uniform for Jessica to slip into, despite her youthful appearance.
Suddenly, a girl much younger-yet-taller than Jessica (who appeared to be some sort of group leader by the slightly more elaborate tie knot on her blouse) came up with an idea. Since one of the girls had a doctor’s excuse and didn’t suit-up for their swim lessons, Jessica could at least wear her drier swimsuit back to the school. Jessica protested as the owner of the swimsuit wore a size too small for Jessica to fit into comfortably.
Finally, with less than a minute to go, Jessica is made to get on the bus with a minimum of fuss, as the girls would pinch her hard whenever she attempted to voice her argument against joining them for their trip back to the infamous school. Jessica was trembling with her need 'go', and frightened at this case of mistaken age so soon after her arrival in the town, and she knew no one here that could clear her identity for her.
Now, here she was, being made to board the bus back to the strict boarding school! She was squirming with the need to pee and made to stand grasping a pole right next to the tough Mrs. Mathews, who was driving the bus, all the way back to the St. Mary's! Less than a minute into the ride, Jessica realized that one of the schoolgirls had rubbed some sort if awfully itchy powder into the fabric of:
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