Becky Winston was about to get an ice cold soaking. Well at least it was better than giving a proper greeting. "That is the worst," she thought. Going over to a total stranger, pulling up my dress and showing my denuded mound and my slit, clasping my wrists behind my back while holding my dress up. And spreading my feet outside my shoulders. I felt so exposed but then to have to thrust my pussy out and displayed - awful awful awful. Worst of all I have to kiss the guy like I'm totally in love with him. And the entire time he's cupping my pussy and giving me a fingering! Worse than worst he discovered I'm slick with my own juices. I really couldn't help trying to fuck myself on his hand. It felt so good. He took me up to the edge... and stopped. No fair. If I have to submit myself to every man at this damn school at least I should get a good cum out of it. And then I hear
"Becky into the washtub you go."
I saw what happened to Lizzie's nipples. That is not going to happen to me.
"Do you think she can get that uniform off while she's shivering?" asked Tom of McMichael.
"I don't know but she is pretty determined," answered McMichael. "Why don't you do the honors with the water? I love watching their pitiful faces when the first pitcher-full gets emptied on their heads." He picked up the ice chest and prepared to dump it.
Becky....
This damn school sounded so good in the brochure. And the tryout week was wonderful. And I thought it was great to have a Designated Boyfriend that was practically my personal slave. He carried my books for me. He opened doors for me. He fetched my meals in the school cafeteria. Basically, he did everything for me. I thought, wow, a girl could really get used to this kind of treatment. The course descriptions all sounded stimulating and so educational. I couldn't wait to sign up for the full four year plan. It seemed a little strange that I had to pick four years of classes all in that first week and I wouldn't be able to change them. But I figured that was part of their approach, along with hands-on teaching and individualized attention. And a commitment to making sure I got everything I need.
My dad seemed so eager to help me decide, and he was totally on board with the whole family commitment thing. Now I'd do anything to get out of this place, but it would bankrupt my family and my sisters would get kicked out of high school.
"Becky," McMichael said in his deep voice. "Not a good idea to make us wait."
I scampered over and stepped into the washtub. Every step I took made the sandpaper in my uniform scratch at my nipples. I could feel them standing proudly erect as I walked. I stepped into the washtub. It was empty but the bottom of it was still ice cold. The shock of the cold ran up my legs and into my spine.
When they pour the water, it hits you on the top of the head. Then it runs down your face and the back of your neck. By the second or third pitcher you might as well be nude for all that your dress covers you. And try unbuttoning all those buttons while your fingers go numb and your whole body shakes. I never get it open all the way. Sometimes they make me start at the bottom. I get far enough to uncover myself down below and then I freeze up. It is far and away the most humiliating, most submissive thing I ever go through. And somehow once I thaw out I'm wet between my legs. And they know it.
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Tom took the closest pitcher of ice water and poured it slowly onto Becky's head. The water ran down her face and onto her dress, which went transparent as the water soaked in. McMichael dumped in the ice chest.
"Let's see you unbutton that uniform," said Tom as he poured a second pitcher onto Becky's head.
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As soon as he told me to, I started to unbutton my uniform. I was already starting to shiver as I got the first three buttons undone, and then a fourth. With my tits now exposed, that bastard Tom poured a pitcher-full right on them. Instinctively I cupped my tits and pinched my nipples hard to keep them from deflating.
"That's a violation," screamed McMichael. (Rule 23 - St. Alberts girls are not allowed to touch themselves sexually without an observer and permission.)
I went back to unbuttoning as I felt my nipples deflate. 3 buttons from the bottom I had to admit defeat. I made the mandated request.
"Please strip this poor incompetent girl," I said. (Rule 17 - a St. Albert's girl must debase herself whenever asking for something.)
McMichael ripped off the dress. Becky stood hunched over, her arms wrapped around her body in a futile attempt to somehow warm herself. She was so cold. She shook uncontrollably. All her muscles tensed. Her butt cheeks were hard as granite as McMichael palmed them.
"Elizabeth," Tom commanded. "Get in there and give Ms. Winston some warmth."
"Oh great," Becky thought sarcastically. "This can't be anything good."
Beth-girl worked her feet through the ice and stood with Becky. Not too long and she was shivering and trembling. Her legs quivered.
"Give us a hug, girls," said Tom. "Go on."