The Test School Chapter 2 -- Teah and the Demonstration
This is chapter 2 of 'The Test School' series, If you haven't already done so, you may wish to read the first chapter.
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Teah did her best to stifle a yawn, but naturally, that only made it worse. The Headmaster paused speaking from the front of the classroom in mid-sentence, just long enough to shoot her a look before continuing. It was eight fifteen in the morning, far too early for Teah to already be in a classroom. Normally, she'd still be in bed for another half hour, before grabbing a coffee on the way to her old school, arriving just late enough to frustrate her teachers.
This new school was different, to say the least, and she'd spent the last day learning just how different it was. After two days travel by bus, she'd arrived at the Albert-03 Test School, where the uniform of white blouse, plaid black and white skirt, and tie, also included a chastity belt. That 'little' requirement had come as a bit of a shock to Teah and the rest of the class, a group of twenty female students.
In his very first assembly with the girls, the Headmaster had explained the belt was part of his special test program, to use sexual reinforcement as an educational tool. Every student had been selected for this school because they'd all failed to reach or complete their final exams, in part, at least, due to their sexual proclivities.
Teah's own offences were minor compared to the rest of her peers. The Headmaster had listed sexual blackmail, endurance events and sleeping around during exams as examples that had landed some of them here. Teah had slept around at her first school, most of the girls she knew had, but Teah had finally been expelled after one-too-many skipped classes to go down to the local beach with some of her more attractive male classmates.
When they'd been provided with their new school uniforms, Teah, and presumably most of the others, had considered 'forgetting' to wear the belt as they'd changed, but Teah had ultimately decided to play it safe, a wise decision as it turned out.
After they'd changed, one of the students had been called to the stage by the Headmaster, only for him to discover she wasn't wearing her chastity belt. On stage and in front of her future classmates, including a class of male students who arrived late, the girl had been stripped of skirt and panties, smacked until her bottom turned red, and then fingered to orgasm by the Headmaster (see Chapter 01). The girl from the stage was taken away before returning sometime later, fully clothed and looking quite sheepish.
Teah had been as stunned by the display as the rest of the students, with much disbelieving gossip happening after the assembly. How could any school have allowed such a presentation to take place? Teah had wondered. But the school most definitely had allowed it. A man, the Headmaster introduced as an auditor, had witnessed the whole thing and raised no objection whatsoever.
Despite all of that, and that was a really big exception, the rest of the day passed in an almost surreal normality. The Headmaster had given a tour of the school's main building, where all the classrooms, library, and other co-ed facilities were located. Next, they'd divided along gender lines, with Teah and the rest of the girls traveling to the women's half of the campus.
Departing the main building, they'd crossed a wide-open asphalt courtyard, with lines marked out for all manner of sports, before entering the building on the opposing side. It contained the women's cafeteria, as well as the girl's own gym and indoor pool. It also gave Teah her first frightening hint that she might not be ready for what this place considered a normal schedule.
The cafeteria was a cavernous space laid out like every cafeteria Teah had ever seen, with a serving line down which the students could grab whatever they wanted, before proceeding to rows of identical tables and benches. It could have been from any school, or even any prison in the world; except in this one, a thin layer of padding had been 'generously' added to the benches. It also operated on a semi-relaxed schedule, with open hours during which students could enter whenever they wanted and eat whatever was on offer.
Unfortunately for Teah's sleep schedule, breakfast here was served from six until seven thirty. Even if she skipped breakfast, which was fine with her, the start of the school day was only half an hour later at eight, which did her no favours. Lunch was served for an hour starting at noon, but dinner was served at a ridiculous six until seven thirty. A typical day in the life of Teah Faulkner, usually had dinner starting around ten thirty in the evening, in front of the television for an hour or more of late-night talk shows. She'd also enjoyed a cigarette before bed for a few years, before giving them up when she'd turned nineteen, though she desperately craved one now.
The final stage of the previous day's touring had been to the dormitory, the first in a series of identical luxurious buildings laid out in a neat row. Inside theirs was a cosy reception room, with grey sofas scattered around glass tables. Behind a white panelled desk, an elderly female receptionist had cheerfully checked off names, providing each student with their luggage from the bus, as well as a numbered room key.
The Headmaster had used the opportunity to explain the next day's schedule, confirming the dreaded eight a.m. start in the main building before taking his leave. His absence led to a moment of silence, as the students mentally processed the day's activities, with a particular one, top of mind for most of them.
Teah had been dwelling on the prospect of being in a classroom almost an hour before she was usually awake, when her luggage accidentally clipped another girl's suitcase. This would have been no big deal except the other girl had evidently done a poor job of packing her three -- the maximum permitted had been two -- suitcases. One by one they'd tipped over, landing on their owner's foot and earning Teah a multi-minute tirade on her evident blindness and incompetence. The girl had exuded self-importance, that seemed oddly misplaced for someone sent to the school for wayward sluts, as Teah had mentally dubbed her new school. Teah's apology had been ignored and whenever the girl now saw Teah, she shot her a withering glance.
When the luggage bitch had finally permitted her to leave, Teah had made her way up to her room. She'd been assigned a first-floor room, second on the right with Room 1-9 written in brass letters on the door and a blank nameplate holder below.
Her room was beyond anything Teah could have imagined for a school dormitory. She had a private bathroom with shower included, a large single bed facing a small television, generous cupboards and shelves for all her things, and a study desk with a landline phone. She'd been puzzled by the phone, both the need for one and the idea of a phone with a cord attached, but a note on the desk explained that students were not to leave their rooms after nine at night, and the phones were for students to communicate after hours. Presumably the idea was to allow students to study together late at night, though that was a mighty big assumption on the school's part. The room even had a small balcony, with table and chairs if she ever wanted to have visitors over.
Teah had spent the evening watching TV, strolling over to the cafeteria just before closing time and earning herself a weary look from the staff as she began eating her dinner at one minute before closing time. Teah had the room almost to herself, in the far corner a solitary redheaded girl was silently picking at her food.
