Underwear checks?
Yes. Underwear checks. Our uniforms were inspected first to make sure we have no visible panty lines or any straps showing through, that everything was in order, all regulation measurements. Then we'd step on a scale to make sure we were within the acceptable weight range. After that we'd... we were made to lift our shirts up over our tits, and our skirts up over our pussies. Oh, I'm sorry, I mean breasts. That's... what we were taught to call them, officer. I know it's... vulgar and rude.
It's fine, use whatever words you are comfortable with. So they made you show them your underwear?
Yes, to make sure they matched and that we didn't have any visible tanlines. It was mandatory that our underwear always matched, bra and panties, and that it was pleasing to look at. Well, sexy, basically. They would actually talk about how sexy they were, make comments about our bodies. The staff I mean. The disciplinary committee and the teachers. While we were all lined up like that, exposed. They really drug it out so we had to just keep standing there, raising our clothes, skirt in one hand, shirt in the other. Like, oh look at how perky your tits are today, Samantha, or oh I love the way I can see a camel toe in those lace bikini briefs, Juliette. It was really embarrassing. I hated it, every single day it was like that and I hated it. I wanted to curl up in a corner and just disappear. And if they didn't match we were punished.
How were you punished?
We had to take them off. I remember when it first happened, since no one had told me they had to match yet. I was made to strip and then lean up with this one other girl against the main windows in the hall. We were facing the wall with our bare asses sticking out. I remember that my breasts were squished up against the window because it was cold, and I was so upset that someone would see me. Then one of the discipline teachers, Mrs. [redacted] I think it was, took a wooden paddle and spanked our asses. I think it was ten swats each. I remember crying. I got five more swats for crying, too. I don't know why. The other girl was crying too, but she didn't get hit more! Another time I ordered a matched set but the discipline proctor didn't believe they were matching because they were more complimentary then paired and still made me strip and take the paddling! It was so unfair! After then I had to walk to class with my shirt pulled up like that so that my tits were all hanging out. And I couldn't cover up since we were always made to walk with our hands on our heads.
*You were made to walk with your hands on your head?*
We always walked like that, everywhere we went. They said it was for posture training. That's also why we didn't have desks. So we would develop a beautiful straight stance and lady-like decorum. We'd have to stand the whole day. We weren't allowed to go anywhere on our own, not even the bathrooms, and we would be walked from class to class by a member of the disciplinary committee. If we had to stop for any reason we were told to all face the wall. Sometimes when they stopped us they would check the length of our skirts with doggy drills.
Who would stop you? This disciplinary committee you've mentioned? And what's a doggy drill?
Doggy drills were when we were made to get down on the ground and put our asses up in the air. Like when you perform doggy-style sex. If our skirts were too long you wouldn't be able to see our pussies and panties and we'd get demerits. When standing the ends of our skirts were supposed to be level with the bottom of our ass cheeks, so when we bent over like that they'd lift up and anyone walking by would be able to see, well, everything down there. Sometimes they... made us all... lower our panties too so make sure everything was neat and tidy and in order. Pussy inspections always took ages, just... bent over in the hall like that, on display, waiting for it to be over. And yes, it was usually the committee member walking us who made us do them, but also any member of the staff could stop us at any time. There were quite a number of times when one of the staff saw us walking by and asked us to drill. Then he would ask one of the girls - usually me honestly - to go to the office for further disciplinary action.
So, stepping back a second, you mentioned tan lines?
Yes, about once a week we'd have mandatory tanning sessions in the courtyard. We were made to all strip naked and lay out on these mats. We had to spread our legs in these sort of yoga positions to make sure everything was evenly tanned. We sort of made this ring around the punishment pole. I always felt super weird about it because it wasn't very far from the fences. I know there were trees and bushes and stuff around the school property, but like, anyone walking by would be able to see us all naked out there. I know for a fact that there were people watching us sometimes.
Punishment pole?
Yeah, it was like this stone column in the middle of the courtyard with rings around the top. When girls did something really bad they had to strip down - so they wouldn't get any tan lines, right - and then they were chained to the punishment pole. You could see the courtyard from any building in the school. I got chained up there are a few times. That's how I know people used to watch us. Once I saw a guy masturbating on the other side of the fence. I couldn't hide my body or do anything about it, since I was chained to the pole and couldn't move to hide behind it. He must have been out there, God, at least half an hour, just jerking off, watching me, then he finished and left. I don't even know who he was. The worst time with the pole though was when they told me my hair was mussy, even though it wasn't, and they stripped me in the courtyard and shoved my face into the mud over and over and over. Then they chained me to the pole and whipped my ass with a switch. I cried and pleaded, told them it wasn't messy, that I did everything right, but then they just... whipped me more and told me not to talk back to them. They left me out there all day and I missed all my meals. It was one of the few times I was thankful we didn't have desks. I wouldn't have been able to sit down for days.
Were these punishments common?
Yes. I got punished all the time.
Tell me more about that, please.
Any time anyone messed up at all they would punish you. Except it wasn't really predictable. Sometimes I got punished for not answering a question right, or maybe looking out the window or not standing up straight, or any time I spoke poorly by using "um" or "er". It always seemed random and made up. If it wasn't a big infraction the discipline member watching over the class at the time would force the student being punished to go to the front of the classroom where there was this podium with straps on the sides. You'd have to lift your skirt and lean over it and grab the straps, like a little girl getting a spanking. Then they would whip you, or use a paddle or whatever on you. Sometimes they'd make you lean over backwards on the podium and they'd whip your breasts instead. That was usually for bra related demerits. Though Mr. [redacted] used to make me take my panties off and lean back like that with my legs spread a lot because he claimed I wasn't standing up straight. I really was though! None of the other girls got treated like that. He made me stay like that, with my pussy front and center, showing it to the whole class. When we did our anatomy lessons he always used me, and he'd leave me like that the whole time, projecting my pussy up on the wall with his cellphone and pointing out the parts. He even used a speculum on me to show the inside bits. I was mortified. I started to cry and he called me a baby and used a paddle on my tits in front of everyone while the projection was still going.
What about if it was a bigger infraction?
Then we would get sent to the office. I hated getting sent to the office. I was always so scared. I hated it, I never got used to it. It made me feel so dirty and used and disgusting. I tried and tried not to get sent to the office, to be a good little girl, but they kept sending me! When they sent me they... made me strip off my top and my bra then they wrote up the disciplinary notice and put it in this sign they hung around my neck. You had to walk past the big windows and all the open doors. There were no closed doors on campus, not even in the bathrooms, everything was open. I don't know why they always sent me. I feel like the teachers were picking on me. But I never did anything! I don't know why they kept picking on me, I was so good to everyone. I tried so hard to be good! I would try not to cry on the way there because I would get demerits for ruining my makeup, but I always cried every time. I couldn't help it! When I got there they would put me in front of this video camera. They would broadcast it to the whole school, you see, as an example and a learning tool. They made me raise up my skirt and strip off my panties in front of the camera. Then they would make me tell them what I did wrong, and beg to be forgiven. They... they made me say such awful things about myself. Like... like how I was... worthless and pathetic and deserved to be kicked and put outside like a dog and sleep in the gutter and I was a bad girl and would make a horrible wife and I deserved to get raped every night in a whore house and how I was disgracing and spitting on the education they were given me. Then they would make me lean against the bar and they'd spank me and whip me and spit on me and call me names. I couldn't stop crying. Then they'd use me for... lesson demonstrations.
What do you mean by that? Lesson demonstrations?
Okay, so after regular classes we'd have special evening classes. In those lessons we were taught how to be good wives for our husbands. We would have lessons on... proper dick sucking and ass fucking techniques. We'd all be taken from their dorms into large rooms, sort of like gyms. We'd use toys and team up with partners. They taught us things like how to deep throat. You'd get bad marks if you gagged, or even get punished. When you were punished they'd sometimes make the other girls practice on you up in the front of the class. But in the disciplinary office a member of the disciplinary committee, or sometimes multiple members, would do it instead.
