Saturday, July 20, 2019

District Remedial School 2/2

District Remedial School 2/2
(Also known as Crimson Manor part 2)

... we corrected each others work. Pippa gave me back my paper, 9/20 !

"Julia, your grade ?"

"9/20, sorry Sir..."

"Under 10, its the martinet ! Come here..." 

I was dreading the martinet. I was told how it would be very stingy and leaving plenty of marks. "You will be dancing !" Said one of the girls. Pippa added, "The welts will take three to four days to disappear..."

I slowly climbed the few steps of the teach's platform. I thought, I could run, but I would have to give up a great opportunity. The C&Co Human Resource Manager had started as an ordinary secretary and went to a District Remedial School.... I had to graduate !

"Bend over the back of that chair and grab the seat..." He flipped my skirt up and lowered my knickers to my knees. Then he severely whipped my bottom and thighs. The stingy leather tails wrapped around and also decorated the front of my thighs. I danced and felt my knickers sliding down my legs. He had me stepping out of them and continued the whipping till my bottom gyrated. To my greater shame I couldn't keep my legs together !

"In the corner with you Julia, and keep that skirt up !" My bottom and thighs were throbbing, but I knew better than rubbing without permission.

"Pippa you are next and it isn't the first time, take your skirt and knickers off and leave them on your desk..."

I rode back to work as fast as I could. There was no way I could hide the fact that I was punished as a lazy schoolgirl. At C&Co my discreet walking up the stairs failed. That lecher of Accounting Manager was also climbing the stairs, probably to keep fit. I was half a dozen steps in front of him. He for sure had a great view of my welted thighs. I also imagined how he might even see my knickers and blazing bottom under that shortish uniform skirt. I blushed and sped up. He laughed, "Hahahaha! Miss Meredith got a whopping ! Looks like the martinet !"

Mrs Forsythe didn't have to inspect me. It was obvious that I was well punished. I did have to explain why, "Only 9/20 for the math test and I got the martinet..." I hurriedly changed into my work clothes. and noticed how the marks on the front of my thighs still showed when I sat down. I sighed, "Oh Ma'am, I don't know if I'll graduate..." 

Just then Mr Coleman entered the office and I hastily wheeled my chair under my desk to hide my thighs. He was very confident, "No girl ever flunked a remedial school. It is only a matter of graduating with honors or not. You will graduate with honors. Mrs Forsythe please arrange private math tuition. Bernie, the accounting manager could help..."

'Oh no! Please Sir ! He's a perv ! He was behind me in the stairs and I ran, and he kept up and teased me. I prefer to have private lessons with Mr Matheson !"

Private tuition with Mr Matheson were at his home on Saturday morning. His daughters were surprised when they opened the door. 

"Your still in school !?"

"Silly! Look at the crest on her blazer..."

"She's from the Remedial School..."

"Poppa usually gives private lessons to younger girls..."

"He smacks their bare butts !"

"Spanked bare butt at your age !"

"He will tell you to take your knickers off..."

"He will pin your skirt up..."

"And smack your bare butt..."

They both chanted, "Bare butt ! Bare butt ! Bare butt !"

Mr and Mrs Matheson suddenly appeared. They grabbed their daughters and pulled their miniskirts up and knickers down, and spanked their bottoms till glowing ! "Now apologize to the young lady, and go to your rooms to do your homework !"

Mr Matheson lead me to his office. I discovered a large blackboard affixed to the wall and two old school desks, obviously meant for his daughters and private pupils. He had me remove my blazer and sit at one of them. He carefully explained the exercises I had stumbled on. Then he had me do similar exercises on the blackboard. I was successful with the first two, but I didn't get the third one. He sternly ordered, "Take your knickers off !" He pulled my skirt up and attached it with a clothespin, exactly as his daughters had said. He copiously smacked my bare bottom and thighs as he reexplained the exercise. I had to redo it, and again failed time. He pulled me over his knees and re-spanked my derriere and legs while repeating the formula. 

On the way out after my lesson I saw his daughters in the staircase. 

"You got spanked !"

"On your bare butt !"

"We heard it all !"

"Look! He also smacked her thighs !"


"Pests !"

The new wide leather saddle on my bike felt cool, and I pedaled as fast as I could, I had a date and I was late. He was one of the young legal adviser. He was a very fit tall handsome devil, dark hair, tiger-brown eyes, well groomed, but shaving only every other days. That gave him a super virile look. He also always wore posh suits. As I entered the restaurant I saw him sitting at a table over looking the street side terrace. He was very elegant with cords, a white shirt and a navy blazer.

"I am sorry, I am late .... and I haven't had time to change .... hoping you don't mind having lunch with a schoolgirl .... from a remedial school..."

He smiled, pulled my chair out as a gentleman. "I love schoolgirls from remedial schools ! Look over there..." He discreetly pointed to a girl on the terrace who was wearing the same uniform as me. "She is obviously waiting for someone, and she has been fidgeting on her wicker chair..."

"Tha's Agatha, she's in my class, she flunked math .... for the second time..."

With a wide smile he added, "She must have had her pretty bum well smacked !"

The food was ordered, and I visited the powder room. I knew he would see my still reddened thighs, and I had a cheeky grin. As for other customers I thought that one can't cook an omelette without breaking a few eggs. I undid my silly remedial school bunches and returned to our table. Adrian had a wide smile and didn't say more than, "I did love the bunches..."

After lunch and having loaded my bike onto the back seat of his convertible he drove me home. I invited him for another coffee. I stood on tip toes to find my best china, which I had conveniently relocated this morning. He of course had an eyeful. One thing led to another, and I didn't protest too much when he lifted my little skirt. "You have been a naughty girl !"

I simpered, "I was spanked on my bare bottom..."

"Want me to rub it for you ?"


"Do you have any Pond cream ?"

I did and he had me purring as a kitten...

All was peachy till Pippa and I had the silly idea of absconding during a visit to the British Museum with Mr Matheson. We had a shopping spree. We bought knee length pencil skirts. We didn't imagine that Mr Math would be doing a roll call. We had quite a surprise when we were back in his next class. He was swishing a whippy cane through the air. I already knew about that cane, Pippa had explained, "Its a junior cane for a very stingy punishment without too much bruising. Its light enough to be whipped across your thighs."

"Julia and Pippa you took me for a fool. I am going to teach you a lesson. Take your knickers off and leave them on your desks !"

I was first and told to bend over a tall wooden chair and to grab the seat. Mr Matheson pulled my skirt up and I tightly closed my legs. He swished his cane and it hissed, and a nano second later I felt a scorching stripe of fire across my bottom. Six times he whipped my derriere. I couldn't help a dance which must have showed everything I have. Then he twice lashed my thighs with that stingy cane, and both my hands flew to rub my blazing legs....

"Hands on your head and stand in the corner !"

"Pippa! Lets have you bare bottom up over that chair !"

As after the martinet I was again standing in the corner as a well punished schoolgirl exposing her fiercely burning bottom to her classmates. I felt sorry for myself, but I had to admit that it was well deserved. That shopping spree was a silly idea. Another one, as all the silly ideas which had me flanking my A-level two years ago. Somehow my scorched derriere was telling me that this time I wouldn't be allowed to fail. It was strangely reassuring. I also imagined Adrian massaging each of those fiery stripes...

I rode high above the saddle on the way to work ! I carefully avoided, the lobby, the elevators and Bernie Le Perv. I couldn't avoid Mrs Forsythe's "auntie inspection". She pulled my skirt up as far up as my knickers "The cane ! What did you do to deserve the cane ?" 

I told her, and I wasn't surprised by her conclusion, "Well deserved !" She had me blushing to my ears when she added, "I should have you standing in the corner of Mr Coleman's office with your skirt up and knickers down for his return from the board meeting !" 

I protested, "Please don't ! It was a silly mistake, I am very very sorry, I now have straight As in grammar and Bs in math..."

A few months later I graduated with honors. I was appointed as the first assistant of Mr Coleman, and I am searching for a number two. I am thinking of pinching Bernie's secretary...

Mrs Forsythe didn't fully retire, she works part time as the assistant of Mr Coleman's father who's semi-retired.

I am also to visit Scotland with my beau...

PS : You are invited to play with us ! 

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(Adult only)

Compliments to Paula Meadows for the second drawing

Saturday, July 13, 2019

District Remedial School 1/2

(Also known as Crimson Manor part 2)

Mrs Forsythe had offered me to be her successor as first assistant to the VP when she retires. It was a great opportunity, but there was one hurdle. "You will first have to attend the District Remedial School, and I will supervise your results. You will be registering tomorrow morning, and I will be accompanying you. I have arranged for two secretaries to stand in for us..."

Next morning, I discovered the local Remedial School for young women. It looked like a small village school, rebuilt with red bricks right after the war. It had an old clock above the main door as a reminder for pupils to be in time. Flowered windows, a bike-shed and a patterned cement schoolyard completed the picture. 

Miss Melrose, the Principal, opened a file. "Julia Meridith, single, second assistant to the VP of C&Co, age 24... You will have to graduate within the year as we don't take girls over the age of 25. Please be informed before signing the registration form, that young ladies are treated as schoolgirls subject to discipline as warranted, and wearing remedial school uniform..."

Mrs Forsythe, handed the C&Co letter agreeing to let me attend the morning classes. She also pocketed the Remedial School's form for the company to claim a tax exemption on my salary as I would be keeping my full time income although working part time.

Miss Melrose presented Mrs Forsythe another form for her to be appointed as my referent and she suggested, "Since she won't be able to repeat her year I am suggesting the strict discipline regime. If you agree please check the box and counter sign it."

I peered at the form and saw the four levels of discipline, strict was the second one from the top. Mrs Forsythe signed without hesitation. No one had asked me. I was again a schoolgirl !

"Julia please follow me for your uniform. Mrs Forsythe please join us..." We were introduced to the school's matron who called out the various pieces of my uniform as she filled a basket, two pairs of brown flat leather school shoes, 7 pairs of cream knee high socks, 7 pairs of white cotton knickers. 7 white long sleeve blouses, four ties in the school's colors, 7 white brassieres, 4 grey pleated skirts, two navy blazers with the school's monogram, etc...

I was told to dress and showed a fitting room behind a curtain. "And tie your hair in a pair of bunches. " I was tugging the short skirt as I reappeared. Miss Melrose chuckled, "As teen they want the shortest skirts, in their twenties they are no longer so keen for them. We feel it reminds them that they are back to school..." She paused before sternly adding, "... and again liable to be disciplined..."

Mrs Forsythe offered a wide smile and a wink for me, as if to say, you are going to learn what you should have learned a few years ago. She was given a large zipped bag for my civilian clothes and extra uniform items, and she left.

"Julia please take the assessment test, 100 multiple choice questions..." I did and she frowned, "67% is fine for the normal discipline regime, but you are under the strict one, over my knees !"
Wide mouthed I remained frozen on the spot. She grabbed one of my silly schoolgirl bunches, and pulled me over her knees. She swiftly lifted my shortish skirt and pulled down my knickers. Then she methodically spanked my derriere and the back of my thighs till I pedaled my legs as a naughty girl !

Next she didn't give me time to rub my blazing bottom, she loaded both my arms with a small backpack and textbooks. She lead me to one of the four classrooms with large windows opening on the schoolyard and corridors. "Mr Matheson this is Julia Meridith, she is under the strict discipline regime."

"Very well ! Under the strict regime its a first row desk, take that one girl !"
As I went to sit at my desk all the girls and the teacher must have seen my glowing thighs, I couldn't help a deep blush.

Mr Matheson taught math and I wasn't called to the black board as I hadn't prepared the lesson... "Phew !" The way he had ordered me as "girl" spelled that he meant business...

Over the mid morning break, in the schoolyard, I met a few girls. The one who sat next to me in class introduced herself, "Yoh! Strict discipline regime who flunked the assessment test and got spanked, I am Pippa."
"Please to meet you Pippa, lovely name !"
"I am also under the strict discipline regime and I also flunked that test and was taken to class with a blazing bottom and crimson thighs."
I soberly nodded, "It sure wasn't a Mommy spanking ! Even Daddy didn't spank that hard !"
A mid fifty lady blew a whistle before calling, "Line up before returning to class !"
Pippa very discreetly whispered, she is the Deputy Principal and Supervisor...
We lined up according to our classes. Miss Super caught two girls whispering. She swoop down on them. One by one she grabbed them under her arm, pulled their skirts up and vigorously smacked their thighs.

For the second part of the morning classes it was geography. I have always liked geography and hope to travel. I did well... Lunch was at the school cafeteria and the food was plain, but no one dared to complain.

Later, back at C&Co, the receptionists looked surprised when they saw me wearing the District Remedial School uniform. They didn't say anything. They would never dare. The second assistant to the VP is way up there for them, but they discreetly swirled their chairs to take the view as I waited for the elevator. I prayed that my thighs had recovered their natural color. Tomoz I'll be going through the garage and up the stairs !

Mrs Forsythe gently grabbed my wrist as I entered our shared office. She said, "Aunty's inspection!" She should have said "Referent's inspection" but she preferred to say Aunty. It did sound better. I blushed as a schoolgirl when she pulled my skirt up with both hands, "Oh! Spanked on her first day at school ! Naughty girl !"

I hurriedly adjusted my skirt and blushed the more when she ordered, "Mr Coleman wants the contracts you prepared yesterday..."
"B... b... but... may I..."
With a wicked grin she said, "No but, and now !"
I walked into the huge office of our VP with my folder. He for sure noticed my Remedial School uniform and my bunches, but he didn't say anything. He signed all the contracts except two, "Good job Julia, only a few grammatical errors with those two..." As I turned around to return to the office I share with Mrs Forsythe he must have noticed my still reddish thighs. He cheerfully chimed, "I see how that school is going to improve your grammar !"
I timidly replied, "Yes Sir..."

Monday was indeed about improving my grammar. It was my first class with Miss Armstrong. After an hour about irregular verbs she announced, "Dictation !" Although we were all expecting it, most of us blanched. She told us to clear our desks and to keep only a note pad and a pen. Then she slowly dictated, she repeated every line twice. She did a good job of it, we didn't have to rush. When done we corrected each other's work with a copy of the text she gave us.
Then came the verdict, "Minus 4 points per grammatical errors and 2 for lessor ones, 16/20 for the very strict regime, 14 for the strict one, 12 for the normal one... and its the martinet for any grade under 10 !"

"Julia, what's your grade ?"
"12 Ma'am, sorry Ma'am..."

She had set up her chair in front of her desk. She stepped down to grab one of my bunches, and pulled me over her knees in front of the whole class. She flipped my short skirt up and swiftly yanked my knickers down. I couldn't help mouthing a surprised, "Oh! No! Please..." She held my right hand into the small of my back, and spanked my bottom and thighs long and hard. She spanked even harder than the principal. Each smacks echoed around the silent classroom and my bottom and thighs burned, and she continued on and on with the same relentless rhythm. I kicked my legs up and down as a well punished schoolgirl. Then she pulled my knickers off before ordering, "In the corner with holding your skirt up !"

"Next ! Adriana what's you grade ?"

I tried to keep my shortish skirt down as I rode my bicycle back to work. I avoided the lobby and walked up to our office. Mrs Forsythe wasn't there for her "aunty inspection" I quickly changed into my work clothes with a knee length skirt which did a better job of covering my very red thighs. As soon as my referent was back she told me to pull my skirt up as far as my knickers. Then I overheard our VP through the doors and I hastily pulled it down !

"The accounting manager was pestering him, "I sure would love to send my secretary to that Remedial School !"
"And to be her referent ?!"
"You bet !"
"Sorry Bernie, only men to be appointed as referents are the girls' fathers ! Mrs Forsythe is Julia's referent..."
"How is she doing ?"
"Mrs Forsythe ?!"
"Hahahaha! You mean Julia ! She is doing very well, her grammar has improved overnight !"
Bernie changed the subject, "How's your father ?"
"He is doing very well, he will preside the next board..."

The following week went well, till Mr Matheson's announced a test. Math was my other bĂȘte noire. I almost wet my knickers ! With my strict discipline regime I will have to reach 14/20 to avoid being punished.

The last week's exercises for which I was called to the blackboard meant having my skirt raised and my knickers off for my bottom to be copiously smacked. I now hoped I understood the lessons !

Half an hour later we corrected each others work. Pippa gave me back my paper, 9/20 !

Julia and co

To be continued...

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