It was sunny as the clock ticked ten in the morning and warm as well inside the staff room of the school campus. Anjana and Meera, two newly appointed teachers, had arrived fresh out of training.
Anjana was wearing a pale yellow cotton saree with a short sleeved blouse. Meera meanwhile wore a deep green saree with gold borders, with a deep olive colored blouse.
The seniors watched the new recruits closely.
"Such fresh young teachers we have this year," said Nandini, who was the most senior among them.
"You both look so delicate but can you handle the rules of our staff room?" She asked.
Anjana and Meera looked at each other.
"Yes, ma'am," Anjana said in a low voice.
Latha, another senior, reached out against the pleats of Anjana's saree.
"So stiff and neatly tucked," she said.
"Did you pin it?"
Anjana nodded.
"And your petticoat," another teacher said looking at Meera.
"Does it match your blouse? Or is it mismatched?"
"It matches," Meera said.
"Oh? Let us see," Latha said.
She reached and lifted the edge of Meera's saree a bit to reveal the cream-colored petticoat beneath.
The others laughed.
We have a small tradition. New teachers must show that they can handle discipline." Nandini said.
"Discipline?" Meera asked, surprised.
"We test your endurance and now you must bend over slightly while we inspect how well you can handle correction." Nandhini said.
Anjana's breath hitched but she obeyed and bent slightly forward and placed her hands on the table.
Latha walked behind her and moved her fingers along the waistband of Anjana's petticoat.
"Such a thin knot, what if it comes undone?" she asked.
Before Anjana responded, a soft smack landed on her saree covered backside making her gasp a bit.
Meera too was guided into the same position, as she was pinched and squeezed at her waists and thighs as did Anjana. Meera let out a gasp as she was pinched hard just above the hem of her petticoat, on her sensitive skin.
### The Caning -- Sarees and Petticoats Loosening
"Proper discipline needs proper exposure," Nandini said.
The teachers around them untied the knots of sarees and petticoats of the juniors and let them fall at their feet, revealing their panties.
The first soft strokes of the cane came down, as both of them shivered. The next set of strokes were severe on their barely covered skin, sending sharp tingles on their bodies.
Nandini stepped forward, her fingers moved along the hooks of Meera's blouse.
"A teacher must always remain composed," she said as she unhooked the top clasp.
Latha, reached for Anjana.
"Your blouse looks a little tight, dear," she said as she moved her fingers along the back seam and unfastened the first two hooks.
The blouses eased away revealing their bare backs.
"You mustn't be shy," another senior said as she tugged at Meera's blouse, slipping off her shoulders. Meera instinctively crossed her arms over her chest but Nandini slipped a finger under her bra straps and adjusted it along her shoulder.
"This is such a simple bra," Nandini said as she moved her fingers along the strap.