Chapter 2 – Academy Rules

It was approaching 11.00am so the new batch of young ladies began to assemble in the classroom as instructed. There were 4 old-schoolroom desks laid out in a semi-circle and facing the front of the room where there was a larger desk and an old-fashioned blackboard. The room had that “fusty old schoolroom” smell and it felt like they had gone back in time about 50 years.

The girls all looked at each other and giggled as they were all dressed in identical sexy uniforms with short skirts and stocking tops showing. Before Natalie could say anything about her missing bra, the stern-looking Miss Stone entered the room and clapped her hands loudly.

“Sit down at once girls,” she commanded.

The welcome and introduction was then delivered by Miss Stone who was shortly joined by the headmaster Mr. Andrews, fresh from spying on girls’ bedrooms duties. He wore a clever tweed suit and his short dark hair showed slight greyness at the sides. All the girls wondered he looked pretty handsome and distinguished for his age.

He stood before the class and paused, surveying the scene before him. Four hot young women dressed as sexy schoolgirls for him to ‘control’ for the week. He would never grow tired of this!

The old-fashioned desks were, of course fully open at the front, so from his desk he could clearly see four sets of stocking tops and straight up the very short skirts to four pairs of white panties. The girls were unable to hide their modesty and could only try to keep their legs together as much as they could.

The skirts were of a length that allowed the flesh above the stockings to be on display. When sitting, if they crossed their legs the skirt would rise up their delicious thighs and the black tabs of their suspenders would be revealed. Taylor, in particular, fidgeted in her seat. She was quite conservative and never wore skirts this short at all. She could constantly feel the cold hard wood of her chair against her soft, white thighs. She snaked a hand down from her desk and tried to pull her skirt down to cover her legs a little more, but it was a futile effort as there was no more material there. She blushed when she realized she was accidentally flashing her stocking tops after she sat down.

She looked towards Mr Andrews and was shocked when she noticed that he was staring right back at her, but straight between her legs. Taylor blushed again when she realised that her legs were parted slightly and thought if the Head could see her panties. She felt herself starting to dampen as she imagined what he might think if he could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin white material.

Mr Andrews then addressed the class.

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? You all know why you are here. You are all above the age of 18. You have all signed a legal document to allow Trinity Academy staff to punish you for your various demeanours. Your sponsors have all agreed to all this. In actual fact they have made some helpful suggestions that have been included in this week’s agenda.

“So far as Trinity Academy rules go – here you go. It’s easy. Each girl was then handed a sheet of paper simply titled ‘Trinity Academy Rules’.

“Read them out loud Miss Spencer.” The Head pointed at Taylor.

“One,” Taylor began, her voice shaking.

“All of the following rules must be followed without hesitation. Any rule that is not followed will result in punishment.”

“Two. All staff members must be addressed as Sir or Miss at all times. All pupils will be addressed as Miss, regardless of marital status.

“Three. Everything that happens during time at Trinity Academy will be strictly confidential. If there is a refusal to meet the terms of the agreement, or any other party is informed, there will be severe financial penalties or expulsion.

“Four. The Trinity Academy dress code will be strictly adhered to at all times or punishments will follow.”

“Five. Pupils must report to the classroom every morning at 9:00 am sharp for a uniform inspection”.

“Six. Pupils must remove all traces of hair from their… genitals and must maintain this throughout the week.

“Seven. Demerit Points will be awarded for not obeying orders, dress code violations, subordination and any for other discrepancies Trinity Academy Staff feel deserve them.

Mr Andrews interrupted, “We like to call Demerit Points DP’s”. “Please continue Mis Spencer.”

“Eight. Sponsors will attend Trinity Academy on Friday to witness the demerit point punishments and may, if they wish, participate in the delivery of the physical punishments.”

Mr Andrews interrupted, “You may not realise it but some of you have already accumulated demerit points – and we have not started yet!”. He smiled knowingly at the class. “Please continue”.

“Nine. Masturbation is banned unless prompted by Trinity Academy Staff.” Taylor was offended by the assumption she may be so horny that she’d have to get herself off. She continued to read.

“Ten, Trinity Academy has resources that will monitor the behaviour of all pupils at all times.”

Taylor handed the rules back and Mr Andrews summarised.

“So, in a nutshell, Trinity Academy staff will tell you what to do…and you will do it!! Any questions?”

The room remained silent. The girls were by now in a state of shock and none of them could think of anything sensible to say. They had been stripped of their designer clothing, their creature comforts and their privileged lifestyle. They were now sitting together, dressed as naughty schoolgirls and were at the mercy of a bunch of strangers not knowing what horrors awaited them.

“Ok young ladies. At the start of each day, there will be a uniform inspection. This will ensure that our strict dress standards are maintained. One DP will be awarded for each uniform infringement found, these may include, shirt buttons undone, ties not tied properly, stocking seams not straight and other details that we feel are not up to Trinity Academy’s high standards”.

Mr Andrews called Taylor Spencer to the front of the class whilst the others watched in silence. As she walked to the front her navy pleated skirt flipped up, revealing the flesh above her stockings and her suspenders. She had also discovered in her room that, if she bent forward ever so slightly, her white pantied arse was revealed. She had done this a few times in front of the mirror, leaning forward and trying to work out if there was any way to stop it from happening. There wasn’t.

Taylor stood to attention whilst Mr Andrews carefully looked her up and down. The knot on her tie was poor, but otherwise her uniform looked to be in order. She was most definitely a beautiful thing to behold. She had a perky little nose, large round brown eyes, and was wearing a little make-up including pale pink lipstick. Her light brown hair was split in the centre of her head and she had tightly wound it into two long pigtails which accidentally exaggerated the naughty schoolgirl look. In reality, she did have an excellent figure, her measurements being 36-25-35.

“Remove your blazer girl.” He commanded. She hesitated, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“Well, I’m waiting” he pointed to his watch impatiently.

She unbuttoned the navy blazer and slipped it down her arms. It then became obvious to the rest of the class that she was bra-less as her gorgeous breasts strained against the shirt front and nipples showed plainly through. She tried to cover herself up with her hands but she was stopped in her tracks.

Slap, Slap!

“Ouch”. She yelped.

Mr Andrews struck the back of both her hands with well-aimed swipes from a plastic ruler that he had secreted from a desk drawer.

“Hands down by your sides at once, young lady.” She duly obliged as her hands began to sting and angry red marks appeared.

All eyes in the room were now drawn to her gorgeous pert tits pushing against the front of the thin white shirt. It was almost transparent and her small hard nipples stood to attention.

“Now turn around please,” he snapped. “Now, raise up your skirt.”

Taylor looked at the Head with surprise. “Excuse me, sir?”

He looked straight into her eyes, his authority evident within his expression. “I think you heard me correctly, young lady. If I need to repeat myself then perhaps a punishment is required already?”

“Oh no sir, no, no. I don’t think you need to do that.”

“Well then,” he replied, gesturing with his hand for the pretty young lady to raise her skirt.

“Seriously, Miss Spencer,” the head added, “you must have realized that I would at least need to confirm that you are wearing Trinity regulation panties.”

She grimaced, her face turning red. She leaned forward a bit to take hold of the hem of her pleated skirt. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She slowly pulled it up, over her stocking tops to the tops of her thighs where the black suspender straps divided them beautifully.

Mr. Andrews loved the sight of the young lady’s soft, pale girlish thighs coming into view. He could see that Taylor was no exhibitionist. Some girls were not the least bit reluctant to show a little thigh. Some were in fact quite proud and pleased with the opportunity. However, that was very clearly not the case with Taylor. This was something that could be exploited to the maximum in the next few days and was something that her husband had requested;

“Try and get her to lose some of her stifling inhibitions and loosen her up a bit,” he had written on the application form.

Taylor avoided the Head’s eyes, which she knew were staring at her exposed stocking tops. This just felt so wrong, so inappropriate, raising up her skirt like this in front of strangers. He nodded his approval, but it was time to extend the lesson.

“A bit higher, Miss Spencer,” he instructed.

Taylor held her breath and raised her skirt higher, realizing that she was now showing her most personal, feminine place: the little white mound of her pussy. It was still hidden beneath her panties, but she knew full well that it would be rather clearly outlined.

He smiled. There was nothing more delicious than the appearance of a soft white pussy mound peeking out from between girlish thighs. He could even see a bit of a camel toe, but it was only barely discernible.

“All the way up, Miss Spencer,” Mr. Andrews further instructed.

“All the way past the top of your panties. I want to be able to see the waistband.”

“Yes Sir,” Taylor softly responded, feeling her face get even redder.

She pulled her skirt all the way up, past the point of the waistband. Her entire panties, stockings and suspender belt were now completely exposed.

Mr. Andrews admired the sight. Taylor looked stunning. She was wearing white panties consistent with Trinity Academy regulations, but unfortunately for Taylor, they were not the ones issued to her in her clothing box. She had foolishly chosen to wear the ones she had brought with her. They were still white, but were lacy and much more feminine. She didn’t think it would matter!

“Really, Miss Spencer?” the Head exclaimed. “I think you look very cute in these panties, but that’s not the point. Do you think these panties are particularly pretty?”

Taylor grimaced with embarrassment. It was at all times nice to hear a compliment, but not when it concerns one’s underclothes, at least not by an older male. Of course, Mr. Andrews was in his early 50’s and not really that old. He was also rather good looking, but that made the exposure of her panties to him perhaps a bit more troubling. It was if she was flirting with him in a rather openly naughty manner. She knew that she could not simply ignore his compliment.

“Thank you, Sir,” she quietly replied.

“But these are not Trinity Academy-issued panties, are they?” he followed.

She dropped her head and mumbled “No Sir?”

“And why not?”

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t think it mattered”.

“Well, it DOES matter. Take them off.”

“Sir? No, please” Taylor pleaded, her face ashen with fear.

“Now!” His eyes narrowed.

She could not argue. She slowly peeled them over her stocking tops and stepped out of the offending garment.

“Give them to me” he held out his hand,

She handed over her warm, slightly scented panties to the Head.

“Now, lift up your skirt on both sides so that everyone can see your bottom.”

“I think having your skirt raised is a very appropriate and meaningful way for you to learn your lesson. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I suppose so,” she softly replied and, with her eyes squeezed shut, she raised up her skirt.

“The front as well, Miss Spencer,” Mr Andrews instructed, doing his best to keep his expression stern and commanding.

She opened her eyes and looked at the him, her expression pleading for some consideration.

“Oh, must I really, Sir?”

“The lessons of life are not always easy, Miss Spencer. Your husband will be very grateful that you received this discipline. Now, please, don’t dawdle as I have more uniforms to inspect.”

“Yes Sir,” Taylor quietly replied and lifted up the front of her skirt as well, revealing her completely bald pussy. She had never had her pussy shaved before but she felt that it made it her look so cute and pure.

Mr Andrews did now finally smile. How could a healthy adult male not smile at that? A shaved pussy did look so terribly adorable and Taylor’s pussy was so enticingly sweet. There was frankly not much to it: just a little white mound split by a delicate thin crevice. It took all of Mr Andrews professorial strength not to reach out and explore the girl’s precious little treasure.

“Walk over to my desk, lean forward and place your hands and elbows on its top.”

Taylor walked forward and bent forward over the desk, she laid her forearms on the desk’s surface and stared straight ahead. She felt the headmaster walk up behind her and nudge her feet aside with one of his, she felt her pussy twitch as she realised that he must have a wonderful view of her intimate areas. The vulnerability of her situation started to turn her on even more.

Taylor’s bum felt cool as the headmaster lifted her skirt and flipped it over her back to reveal her unblemished firm cheeks. He then dropped something in front of her, between her arms. Taylor looked down at her own panties and squealed as she felt the headmaster’s large right hand strike her exposed bum.

“Your panties are the reason that you’re being punished, so it’s only proper that you should see them to remind you of why you are in this predicament. After each spank, you will apologise and promise to wear the correct panties in future.”

SMACK!! “I’m sorry headmaster, I promise to wear the correct panties in future.”

SMACK!! “I’m sorry headmaster, I promise to wear the correct panties in future.”

SMACK!! Taylor tried to count, but lost track after twelve, after that she just squirmed and stared at her panties on the desk while she kept apologising. She tried to ignore how each smack seemed to reverberate in her pussy and every time she spoke the words seemed to make her wetter. Eventually, he stopped. She could feel the heat radiate from her backside and imagined she could feel a trickle of moisture running down the inside of her thigh.

She moaned as she felt the headmaster’s hand on her pussy. He traced his fingers down from her tight little bum hole to her clit and she was panting like a bitch in heat. She felt disappointed when he stopped and she felt him tuck her skirt into its own waistband before returning behind his desk.

“Now, stand in the corner with your hands on your head. Do you understand?” he gestured her away.

“Can I lower my skirt now, Sir?”

Mr. Andrews returned his eyes to her. “No, no, no! Just stand there and keep your skirt raised. Let everyone in the class observe your blatant disregard for Trinity Academy rules.”

“Yes Sir,” she softly replied, finding this to be rather odd and disconcerting, just standing there, like a decoration, and a rather embarrassing one at that, with her skirt raised, her freshly spanked bum and stockings exposed. She laced her fingers behind her head, desperately wanting to rub her hands over and soothe her bottom. She stared at the wall, then turned her head slightly to see the headmaster out of the corner of her eye. She saw him pick up her panties and drop them into a drawer in his desk.

Her buttocks felt like they were slightly sunburned, but she felt far more distracted by the way her pussy seemed to be aroused. She tried to clear her mind, think about anything but her mind kept coming back to the insistent need between her thighs.

“Miss Spencer, you are to write a one-page essay about the importance of wearing the correct Trinity Academy uniform, which is to be on my desk before first period tomorrow. You may go now, as you leave ask Miss Stone for some new panties, I understand she keeps some spare regulation ones that will be more appropriate.”

Taylor looked at Miss Stone and swallowed. This was gonna be humiliating.

“Follow me young lady” Miss Stone breezed out of the room.

The older women’s skirt was very short so Taylor had had the opportunity to examine the lace on her stocking tops in minute detail. They were black with red roses picked out in them. Now, even though Taylor could only see a flash of them with every step that she took. Taylor kept staring at the other women’s legs, until she realised that they had stopped.

Miss Stone opened a door and entered a small office. She walked over to a filing cabinet and opened the bottom sliding drawer and started to go through it.

“Well now, let’s see what we can find.” She sarcastically remarked as she rummaged through a drawer full of clothing.

She looked at the flimsy piece of fabric that was offered to her by Miss Stone. It was a pair of Trinity Academy regulation white cotton panties but its material was thinner than the ones in her welcome pack.

She quickly stepped into the garment and straightened her skirt. She looked at Miss Stone.

“Please may I be excused,” she asked.

Miss Stone nodded her approval and Taylor left the room in a hurry but diverted straight into the bathroom. Quickly checking to make sure the bathroom was deserted she turned so she could see her bum reflected in the large mirror. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She was sure that her bum was gonna be bright red but her cheeks were just a glowing shade of pink. She rubbed her hands over her cheeks and shivered at her touch. She retreated into a stall where she plunged a hand under her skirt and started to desperately finger her pussy.

She shocked herself as her hand moved without much conscious thinking behind it, but she indulged herself and let it happen. Her fingers moved upwards across her slit, coming across her growing clitoris. She knew she was gone by this point and felt herself give in to her own desire. Moving faster, but still delicately, she used her own wetness to rub her clit, her much-needed orgasm waiting around the corner.

It took her only a few minutes before she made herself cum as she leaned against the wall. Once she got her breathing back under control Taylor looked at her flushed reflection in the mirror and splashed water on her face to cool herself down. When she felt more composed, she returned to the classroom.

During the time she had been away the other three girls had been called up one by one and had been subjected to the same uniform inspection by Mr Andrews.

Fiona was slightly smaller than Taylor. Her long dark hair shone as it fell over her shoulders. She had a very good figure slim in the waist with a flat stomach, but nice curvy breasts and a beautiful bottom and her legs looked shapely when she lifted her skirt to show her slightly too-tight white panties. Her lovely, pert apple-sized tits that did not strain her shirt buttons too much. Her nipples just made small but noticeable indentations in her shirt. She certainly looked innocent. To her dismay, when she looked down her bald pussy lips showed prominently through the flimsy material and she was a bit wet in the gusset. Now to Mr Andrews, this was rather suspicious so he checked further by slipping a couple of fingers beneath her panties to see if his visual impression was indeed correct.