Chapter 5 - Attitude Adjustments
After the punishment, Mary helped Jane off of the frame. She told her to leave the panties off, but Jane had no desire to put her panties back on over her flaming backside. With the magnets in place, the skirt stayed up, exposing her punished bottom. She looked at her backside in the mirror. It looked bright red, and she saw welts and lines all across it.
No wonder it hurts so damn much,
thought Jane. Then, realizing there were people behind the mirror, she sheepishly covered her bottom with her hands.
Mary led Jane back to her room. "Miss Warren, you now have some free time. You can go to bed if you would like, or head to the kitchen for some food. Dinner is likely over by now, but there should be food in the refrigerator. However, you must keep your skirt as-is for the rest of the evening. I'm at the end of my shift, but others are around to assist you." With that, Mary left.
Jane felt famished, but also felt mortified about walking the halls any longer with her scarlet bottom for all to see. She decided since Mary had left, others might not know she was told to keep the skirt pinned up. She gave her bottom a good rubbing, then put the skirt back down and headed to the kitchen.
She didn't see anyone on the way there, which she was grateful for. She entered the kitchen. The kitchen had a large island, with a double sink in the middle. Behind the island, against the far wall, was an impressive array of appliances and counter-space. The rest of the large room was taken up with tables and chairs. They were set up cafeteria style.
She didn't see any food laid out, guessing that dinner-time had indeed since passed. Following Mary's advice, she decided to check the fridge. Inside she found several leftover containers filled with a few different kinds of food. She chose one from a stack that looked like some sort of stir fry, and heated it up in the microwave. She found silverware and a glass for water in a serving cart along one wall. She sat down gingerly at one of the several large tables, the hard wooden bench a challenge to sit on with her freshly punished bottom. She proceeded to eat her dinner.
About halfway done with her meal, a couple of women came in to the kitchen. Noticing her, they headed over by her table. "Hello, I'm Sara, and this is Becky." said one of the girls. "We're patients here too. And you are?"
Jane looked across at them. They were wearing the same uniform as she was. Sara was tall, skinny, and blonde, her short skirt revealing legs for days. Becky was shorter and stouter, with brown hair. They both looked to be in their late twenties. "Jane," answered Jane warily. She didn't know what to expect from anything in this place, and wasn't about to trust these two right away.
"Nice to meet you," said Becky congenially. "Your first night here?"
"Yes..." answered Jane carefully.
"I remember my first night," Sarah offered. "It was... a painful adjustment." She and Becky shared a look. "It gets easier."
Jane shifted in her seat from the pain. "I... hope so," said Jane, sadly. Jane finished her food, placing her dirty dish and silverware in one of the sinks.
"You'd better wash that," Becky told her, "And if I were you, I'd pull your skirt up before someone notices..."
Jane suddenly felt annoyed that they would try to tell her what to do, "Fuck off. I'll do what I want. What's it to you anyway?"
Sara defended her friend, "She's just trying to help! You don't have to be so mean to her. Just leave her be, Becky. She'll learn on her own if she won't listen." They walked over to the cabinets and grabbed a snack, leaving the kitchen together.
Jane walked back to her room, deciding to just go to bed. She found a toothbrush and other toiletries in a bag in one of the dresser drawers. She headed to the bathroom down the hall, and got ready for bed. On her way back to her room, she came across another woman walking down the hall in her direction. She looked to be a staff member, based on her dress. "Excuse me, Miss Warren is it?"
Jane nodded.
"I'm Marta. You were just punished earlier this evening, were you not?" the stout early-forties woman asked.
Jane's face turned red at the mention of what had happened to her. "Yes."
"And were you not informed that after punishments, bottoms must be left on display, skirts up?" She gestured towards Jane's skirt.
"Uh... no, I didn't know that," lied Jane.
"I see. Well, you know it now. So, skirt up." Marta instructed her.
Jane angrily relented and lifted her skirt back up. "Fucking bitch," she said under her breath.
"What was that, Miss Warren?" Marta asked her sternly.
"Nothing... Ma'am." Jane answered with a suppressed sneer. She walked past Marta towards her room. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got to her room and closed the door. She noticed there was no inside lock. She found a pair of pajamas in the dresser, but decided the pants would be too painful. She decided to sleep bottomless on her stomach to attempt to comfort her hurt posterior.
Jane found herself suddenly awakened by someone in her room and the lights turning on. At first she didn't remember where she was, and was about to scream. Then she felt the pain in her backside and it all came back to her. She looked over at the clock, it was only about 4 in the morning.
"Miss Warren, get out of bed," said the figure standing in her room. This was yet another staff member, maybe mid-thirties with curly brown hair and a slight figure. "I am Jackie."
Jane slowly got up and out of bed, careful to avoid putting much weight on her bottom, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "What do you want?" she asked sleepily, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
"There are some things that we need to discuss. You will come with me." Jackie instructed, curtly.
"Ok, ok," answered Jane, "Just a second," as she fumbled around for her skirt.
"Leave that," answered Jackie, "You'll be coming with just as you are."
Jane couldn't believe she was supposed to walk out there naked from the waist down. She grabbed her skirt anyway, and started to put it on. Jackie quickly grabbed the skirt away from her, and tore it in two. "If you try that again, you'll be entirely out of skirts and have to walk around like this indefinitely." She said firmly. "Now, follow."
Jane reluctantly followed her out of her room, doing her best to cover her front and back. She was afraid of anyone seeing her, and was glad that it was such an early hour. She followed Jackie to the stairwell, and they went down to the next floor. When they approached the double doors, Jane stopped. "No... no you're not taking me in there are you? You can't punish me again! My ass is already so sore!"
"I'm not explaining myself or my plans to you," answered Jackie, "You will come with me now or I promise you that you will regret it."
"But... but I just can't get spanked again. I can't." Jane felt trepidation at another session of what she'd had only hours before. She fell down on her knees.
