Jessica sat on the big bus seat, her hands tucked under her still stinging bottom, now clad in a smart dark pleated skirt that was the attire of the students at St. Mary’s School. She was still sniveling a little during the bus ride up to the foreboding walls of the supposedly super strict academy. She whispered an obscenity at her seat-mate on the bus, the girl named Maggie who had cheerfully presented the soap-bar to their teacher, even as the freckle faced girl offered her handkerchief and helped her with a beret for her hair.
“What’s going on back there?”, glared the imposing woman heading the swimming excursion, “You girls are to remain silent during the ride back to St. Mary’s. Any of you who make any more noise will go without dinner tonight. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sister Beatrice”, said the entire busload of girls in unison, but for Jessica, who realized with a shiver how deep she suddenly into this charade. As she gazed around the bus, she saw seats full of young, lovely girls, all in the same uniforms. As she looked around, one made a face at her, another stuck quickly stuck out her tongue, and then out of nowhere, Maggie darted her fingertips into Jessica’s tender sides and ribs through the fabric of her blouse, causing her to yelp with laughter and reflexively jerk around in her seat. Jessica’s secret weakness was her hopelessly delicate, ticklish nature.
“Girls! I mean it back there! I want quiet all the way back to school!” bellowed the large woman.
“It’s HER, Ma’am. The new girl!”, Maggie whines, “She won’t stop pinching me!”
“That’s a total lie!”, protests Jess, who is quickly silenced by a loud “Shush!” from Sister Beatrice.
The rest of the ride is mostly uneventful, as they pass out of the town proper and through the gates to the wooded grounds surrounding the school. This gives Jessica minutes to look deeper into her situation. As a waifish-looking young reporter seeking her first big break, the idea of somehow sneaking into the notorious school and imitating a student was already in the back of her mind before ever setting foot in town. However, this wasn’t how she’d imagined things going at all. To do it properly required some safety net, or a person outside who could verify her identity. Jessica was totally winging it, assuming the identity of a girl newly transferred to St. Mary’s School. She had no idea where things would lead.
Once inside the main hall of the school, all the girls are lined up facing each other, as Sister Beatrice and another, even taller woman stand at the end of the column, reminding the girls of the school rules. How the girls must never look directly at the adults. How they must always curtsey on entering and upon leaving rooms, must be obedient and display good manners, good posture, and so forth.
Jessica listened to them recite all the strict rules of the place as she considered her options. Her bottom still smarted from the humiliating spanking she received over the knee of Sister Beatrice in the dressing rooms at the public pools.
Peeking her head up quickly, she is horrified to see Beatrice pointing right at her as she discusses what to do about her with the tall, stern looking woman in a full nun’s robes.
All of the girls are then allowed to go to the huge dining hall except Jessica, who is led off by the older women, despite her piteous pleas, down a separate hall and into:
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