The Girls School by Ca.H. I did not know what type of school I was being sent to by my parents. I just knew they had given up on me and said I would be attending a school that would teach me discipline as well as manners and give me a good education. I am fifteen years old and have been feeling my own sexuality a lot lately. I guess, because of this, I have been very rebellious about authority figures a lot lately. The last straw was when I waited for my mom to fall off to sleep on the sofa and then I took her car keys from her purse and hopped into her car and went for a joy ride. The joy ride ended up with the police stopping me and then dragging back home to my parents. Dad said he had it with me and had found this school for me to attend. My first day here was nothing startling. It seemed like a typical school. All the students are girls, ranging in age from eight to eighteen. All the instructors are women. Mom and Dad escorted me into the Headmistress' office and we sat in the waiting room until she called us. When she did we entered and Dad proceeded to tell the Headmistress, Victoria, the types of problems they had experienced with me. Shop lifting just for fun, joy riding in both their cars, skipping school, drinking and sneaking out to meet boys in the middle of the night. "We shall correct these problems," Miss Victoria assured my dad. "You need not worry about that Mr. Bartman, Julie is in good hands here." Miss Victoria, as she said to address her, continued to talk for several minutes. I stood between my mom and dad as they sat before Victoria's desk. Then she asked my dad if he was prepared to sign the written agreement of discipline, and handed him a pen with the agreement. He signed it without hesitation. I was slightly afraid, but not terribly. I figured most of the conversation about discipline and what would be required of me was more a threat to frighten me into behaving in a specific way, rather than a reality of fact. Dad having signed the paper, stood and shook hands with Miss Victoria and started for the door. Mom walked over to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek and then followed dad out the door. "You may think this is fun and games young lady, but it is not. We here, at Guidance School, will train you to behave properly in all circumstances. You will be expect to study, go to classes, answer yes ma'am and no ma'am to your instructors, and obey all the rules listed in this handbook." Miss Victoria continued, as she walked around me, looking me up and down. "There is a dress code here, and you shall abide by it. Discipline for minor infractions will be administered immediately. Punishment for more serious infractions shall be administered when you are assigned a guidance counselor. I suggest you read this booklet immediately and become acquainted with it as quickly as possible. Now I will escort you to the uniform room and we will have you fitted. Then I will show you your sleeping quarters. You will share a room with three other girls about your age. Now, come along Julie." She said, as she walked across the room to the door. I grabbed my suitcase, only one with the barest of necessities in it, and followed her out the door. We went down the hall to another room, on the door was printed the sign Wardrobe. Once inside, a woman behind the counter glanced up, then stood, looked me up and down. "Remove your clothes Julie," Miss Victoria ordered. I could not. Not in front of two total strangers. I was not about to undress. "Remove your clothes Julie or I shall do it for you," Miss Victoria said again in a sterner tone of voice. Slowly my fingers found the buttons on my blouse and I began to unbutton it. Once it was unbuttoned I had no other options but to take it off and did so quickly, hoping no one would look at my well rounded, developed breasts, cupped only by a thin, lacy bra. Slowly my fingers moved down to the skirt button and I undid it and then unzipped it very slowly. I let it fall to the floor. I stood before these two women now, clad only in bra and panty hose with no underpants on under the panty hose. My hands went to my breasts, in an attempt to cover myself. "Remove your clothes young lady, right now. That means everything." I stood frozen. Finally it flashed through my brain, why the hell am I doing what you tell me anyway, who the fuck are you. "No," I heard myself say quite loudly. Instantly, without notice, Miss Victoria was at my side. The woman behind the counter was suddenly in front of the counter and moving towards me also. With a vice like grip she took hold of my arms, as Miss Victoria reached up and unhooked my bra. It fell down from my breasts and my firm breasts now showed to both women. Miss Victoria then pressed her fingers into my panty hose and pulled them down quickly to my feet. She slapped at my right ankle indicating I was lift my foot, and without much thought, I did so. Then she did the same for the left. When the other woman let go of my arms, Miss Victoria grabbed my bra and pulled it from my arms and threw it to the floor. I stood totally naked before them now. I immediately put my hands to my front, one arm attempting to cover my harden nipples and the other attempting to cover my pussy. Miss Victoria grabbed my arms by the wrist and pushed them down to my sides and held them there. "Arms at your sides young lady. Whenever you are nude before anyone in authority, your arms will always be at your side. I shall let it pass, this time, your disobedience and blatant response of 'no' to me, but I shall not let it pass ever again. Do you understand?" I did not respond. I was embarrassed and angry all at the same time. I wanted to tell this woman to fuck off and go suck an egg, but just felt sure I better not say that. "I asked a question young lady, you will answer." She stared at me, her eyes glaring directly into mine. She seemed so stern and harsh, finally I said, almost in a whisper, "Yes Miss Victoria, I understand." "Very good Julie. Now Miss Lori will fit you for your uniform." I stood there waiting for Miss Lori to fit me. She walked over with a tape measure in hand and ordered me to put my hands out straight from my shoulders and spread my legs open about two feet. I did so. She measured my breasts then my waist, then my hips, and finally, causing me much embarrassment she slipped her hand up to my crotch and measured from my pussy lips down to my ankles. When she was finished she went back to the counter and wrote all the measurements down. She disappeared into the rows of hanging clothing and after a long time she returned with several items in hand. "In this school Julie, you shall wear no bra, nor underwear, no hose or panty hose. You will wear this blouse," Miss Victoria handed me a shear white blouse. "And this wrap around skirt. During sporting activities these shorts will be worn and when it is chilly these slacks will be worn. There will be five changes of clothing for you and the rest will be sent to your room. You may dress now." Slowly I put the shear blouse on over my erect nipples. I was surprised they were so erect, but could feel the excitement of this type of treatment tingling through my body. I knew, if I could touch myself, I would find my pussy dripping with my juices. I was really turned on by all of this. Next I put on the skirt. If you can call it a skirt. It wrapped around the waist and was secured by velcro at the waist and mid-way down, even with my pussy. I was then handed a pair of flat, black loafers to wear and told a pair of tennis shoes would be supplied later. Miss Victoria then escorted me to my room and directed me to place my personal items on the bed and put them away later. I was then taken to another office, on the door was written administration. Miss Victoria escorted me in and asked the clerk behind the counter for my file. She handed it to her and Miss Victoria read through it slowly, as I stood behind her. "Miss Katherine, have you prepared Julie's class schedule?" "Yes Miss Victoria. Here is her class schedule and a map of the school. Oh and this her tag for excuse." "Very good Miss Katherine. Julie," Miss Victoria turned around to me, "This tag is to be worn by you today and today only. It will excuse you for one day only of any infractions of the rules. Tonight you will study the rules and tomorrow there shall be no excuses. This is your class schedule and a map on how to get to your classes. I shall take you to your first class then you are on your own for the rest of the day. Come along." She finished talking and turned on her heels and walked towards the door. I followed behind her like a little puppy dog. My first class was English Literature with Miss Karen. Miss Karen was also to be my 'guidance' counselor. Miss Victoria took me inside and Miss Karen seated me in the front row of the class. The rest of the day I was on my own. I had Miss Bonnie, a mean looking bitch for Science and it turned out she also taught physical education as well and I had her later in the afternoon again. I also had Miss Diana for history and Miss Judith for, get this course, etiquette, Miss Barbara for math, and Miss Michele for art. Miss Michele seemed to be the nicest one of them all. She didn't look mean either, whereas the others looked stern and mean at the same time. Once school was over I went back to the room assigned me. On my bed, beside my belongings was a note from Miss Victoria instructing me that in addition to my homework I was to also read and understand all the rules in the booklet she had given me earlier. I picked up the booklet, after dropping my load of books onto the bed and sat down and began reading. Before I had gotten past the first page, the history of the school, in walked Sandra, one of my roomies. "Hi there! I'm Sandra, what's your name?" "Hi, I'm Julie." "I see you are reading the book of do's and don'ts," Sandra chuckled a little as she spoke. "You better read it carefully. You'll be more than sorry if you do any of the don'ts in that book." "Why," I asked in wonderment, "what happens if you do one of the don'ts?" "Oh, the book explains it all. I wouldn't want to tell you, it would be like telling you who did it in a murder mystery before you finished reading it. I've got to get to my studies now, I'm headed for the library. See ya later Julie." "Okay Sandra, see ya." I said, as I went back to reading. I won't bore you with everything that was in this book. Basically it covered manners, responding to adults and authority figures. Specific rules about study, homework, eating, bathing, keeping our rooms neat and orderly, being quiet and when we could talk and could not talk. It also covered skipping classes, fighting with another student, and disobeying a specific instruction of a person in authority. All where followed by the statement that the proper punishment would be administered. It also singled out specific infractions that would be disciplined immediately and others would require a staying in your counselor's room for closer supervision. Suddenly the door opened again and in walked Sandra once again. "Come on Julie, it's time for dinner. If you are late you don't eat you know." "Oh, okay," I said as I stood and walked to the door. Sandra and I walked down the hallway in silence. Whenever I started to say anything to her she put her fingers to her lips and shook her head no. I remembered one of the rules was that talking in the hallways was not permitted, except after dinner. Once inside the cafeteria Sandra said it was okay to talk now. I asked her about our other two roomies and she informed me they were staying with their guidance counselors right now and would not be back until the weekend. While in the cafeteria, I saw for the first time, the immediate discipline given for talking back to an authority figure. One girl, loudly said to Miss Karen, that she had no intentions of eating the broccoli given her. Miss Karen told her she would or she would sit there until she did. The girl stood up and told Miss Karen to eat it herself and started to walk away. Miss Karen grabbed her by the arm, reached out and pulled at her skirt, pulling it completely off, placed her foot up on one of the bench then pulled the girl over her knee and swiftly and firmly smacked her bare bottom numerous times. "She'll get twenty five in all," Sandra whispered to me, as we all sat watching this poor girl get paddled by Miss Karen. "She's one of the worst in here," Sandra continued to whisper very quietly, "she hits harder and has a shorter fuse than anyone else." "Oh great," I said, "she's my guidance counselor." Sandra did not respond, she simply patted my arm. When the spanking was over, Miss Karen forced the girl to sit down, without her skirt, and eat her entire dinner. Miss Karen stood behind her the entire time, until the last piece of food was eaten from the plate. The food was alright, not the greatest, but it was a well rounded meal. Since there were no snacks or eating in between meals permitted I ate my entire dinner without hesitation. Sandra and I left the dining room. As we walked back to our room we talked about the girl who had just been spanked by Miss Karen. She was crimson red from embarrassment during the spanking and after it, her bottom was just as red as her face. Sandra said this was the only type of discipline ever given in this school. Any infraction would bring at least fifteen to twenty five swats. The swats would be with the open hand. If the disobedience or misbehavior were more severe it would bring twenty five smacks with a paddle or strap. Anything more serious, could bring a week's stay with your guidance counselor. Sandra did tell me the guidance counselor's were rotated every month. So this month I had Miss Karen and next I could have Miss Bonnie or even Miss Victoria herself. ...Continued in part 2.