Tears streamed down Anna’s cheeks as she waited, last in line, until one of the maids who had served breakfast gave the order to move off. Down some stairs and along a corridor until she arrived at her designated classroom. Seated behind her desk, Miss Beeton was thumbing through some exercise books. She glanced up at Anna.
“Ah, so you’re one of the new girls?” She said, getting up. Her trim figure, in white, long-sleeved blouse and black skirt, came and stood in front of Anna, almost twelve inches shorter than the new inmate, but Anna was quivering with dread of her. She was at her mercy.
“Name?”
“A-Anna Dobson...” came the reply.
Smaaccckkkk!
Her right palm struck Anna’s cheek hard, setting her head ringing as she staggered.
“You always address me as Miss, girl,” she said. “Forget again and you’ll get a smack across your bottom!”
“Y-Yes ... yes ... s-sorry ... Miss.” Anna gasped, her eyes cloudy with tears, her head still ringing.
“Anna, eh?” she went on. “Well in here you will answer to Dobson.”
“Y-Yes, M-Miss.” Anna was quivering more. The aura of authority about this young woman could almost be physically felt. She moved, spoke and acted as if her word was absolute law and she had the conviction that, whatever order she gave would be obeyed. Or attempted to be obeyed. It was something of a shock to Anna to find herself referred to by her surname only, just as she had been when she was at school. But then, she realised, everything about this awful place was like being back at school, only far, far worse.
“Age?”
“Twenty-eight,” Anna replied. “M-Miss!” She tacked on with a sudden urgency. She had almost forgotten. And she must not forget.
“Now, Dobson,” she said, eyeing Anna up and down. “You should learn early that the core of this establishment ... this rather special Reform School of which you are a new pupil, is obedience. Everyone here learns to obey, quickly and to the very best of her ability. As you will, Dobson. You will learn it through your backside. Which, I note is, to say the least, a generous one.” Anna felt herself flushing with a mixture of shame and rage and clenched her fists to control her emotions. “Plenty of room there for leather and willow to get to work on!”
A sobbing groan welled up from Anna’s throat. She meant it! She really did!
“Did you say something, Dobson?” Anna couldn’t get used to her new name.
“N-No ... no ... Miss ...”
“Very well, Dobson, now let me tell you, that during the first week of a pupil’s arrival in my class, I make allowances. On account of her newness, the somewhat strange environment and her lack of experience. During the second week, I make fewer allowances. After two weeks, I make no allowances at all. Is that clear?”
“Y-Yes, M-Miss.” Quivering, quivering deep inside. Oh the horror of it!
Angela Beeton walked behind desk, opened the long drawer and took out the two punishment straps Anna had already seen from a distance. A slim, whippy cane followed. For a moment she thought she might faint as they were laid by her on the desk, but she did not. The gleam of rich brown leather was dulled with oil. How broad and thick they were! Filled with menace as they lay inertly side by side.
“These hurt!” Miss Beeton informed her, rather unnecessarily. “So does this.” The cane was picked up and swished. Its shrill whistling-swweessh through the air sent a needle of dread through Anna’s heart. “If ever you disobey me, in the slightest degree ... if you ever displease me ... if ever you dissatisfy me with your school work ... you will feel one of these across your bottom. Your bare bottom!” Anna could not help gasping and recoiling a little at the vicious venom in her voice. “Yes, Dobson, you will take your knickers down before the class to get my punishments. And you will do so without demur or delay, unless you want to make matters worse for yourself. Is that quite clearly understood?”
For a moment or two Anna could scarcely reply. “Y-Yes ... Miss,” she managed to croak hoarsely, her throat dry, her heart pounding. And she was quivering outwardly with terror.
“This will be your desk,” said Miss Beeton, indicating one in the front row on the extreme right. “Sit at it!”
Anna sat down on a hard chair, just able to get her long thighs under the desk. It made her feel ridiculously infantile. As it was meant to. She was a ‘schoolgirl’.
Miss Beeton waited, one calf-length boot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor. “We will have a little rehearsal,” she said at length, seating herself behind her desk. Fear gripped Anna. “Come out before my desk, Dobson.”
It was not possible for her to refuse ... though she had never wanted to do anything so much. The consequences of refusal did not bear contemplating. Anna pushed back her chair and walked out, rubbery-limbed.
“Bend over my desk, Dobson ... and take your knickers down.”
Terror took over. “P-Please ... Miss ... I ... ha-haven’t done anything I mean ... you w-won’t d-do anything ...”
Her eyes glinted icily. “Do as I say, girl,” she ordered in a voice of steel. “Or I will do something, as you put it. I shall do something you won’t enjoy one little bit.”
A sobbing-moan escaped from Anna. Defeated and shamed, she bent over the desk. Her thumbs went to the elastic waistband of her shorts, pushing herself up as she did so, thus forcing out her hindquarters more, very conscious that the eyes of everyone in the room were on her. She eased her shorts and knickers down her thighs. It was difficult and she had to be careful. How tight they seemed! But that was what they wanted.
Over ... down ... down ...
Slowly she pushed them down to her bent knees. “Grip that far side of the desk,” rapped Miss Beeton, getting up and moving around to the front. Anna’s bare bottom suddenly felt even bigger than it actually was. So horribly vulnerable! Out of the corner of one eye, she saw Miss Beeton pick up a strap. She almost cried out, feeling her bottom flinching, but then she picked up the other strap and the cane, too.
“That, Dobson, is the posture you will adopt for punishment in this class room. You may pull your pants up now ... and stand.”
With infinite relief, Anna did so. Nevertheless, she knew that the next time she was in that same shaming posture, things would be different!
“It’s time for your first sewing lesson. Angela, take her to the sewing room. Miss Jackie should be there waiting for her.” Miss Beeton returned to her desk.
“Yes Miss,” Angela replied subserviently.
Miss Beeton looked at Anna from her seat. “You can begin by making yourself some pyjamas while you are there. Miss Jackie is to be obeyed as if it were I giving the order. Do I make myself clear, Dobson?”
Anna’s throat went even drier. “Yes Miss.”
“Off you go then.”
With sinking heart, Anna followed Angela from the schoolroom. It was terrible to know that, without so much as laying a hand on her, she had been shamed so utterly and had submitted to her will. In no way had she resisted. Anna had complied completely with every outrageous and revolting order. Her brain reeled at the pace of her own submissive degradation. Every second, every minute, it seemed impossible that it was all happening to her. Yet, like a lamb to the slaughter, she meekly followed along yet another of the corridors with which the place seemed to be interlaced.
They came to a door marked ‘Sewing Room’. “This is where you have to come if you need to repair your knickers or any other item of clothing.” Angela whispered, as she knocked at the door. “And remember that Miss Jackie is the Governess’s neice.”
A young voice told her to enter. Angela opened the door. “Inside,” she nodded.
The girl was sitting on a desk looking at a telephone book. The room had no furniture apart from the desk, two chairs and a large table in the centre of the room with a single light set in the ceiling above it. Rolls of material and sewing items lay on the shelves.
“Ah, you’re one of the new girls,” she said, looking up at Anna. “What have you come for?”
“To make some pyjamas ... please M-Miss,” Anna managed to say.
The girl grinned. She had long black hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing jeans, a tee shirt and trainers like most teenage girls. Anna felt even more infantile, dressed as she was in her school ‘uniform’.
The girl looked her up and down, a derisive look on her face. “What’s your name and age?”
“Dobson ... M-Miss ... aged tw-twenty-eight ... Miss.” Anna had almost forgotten her own name.
“Your full name, stupid.”
“Oh ... s-sorry M-Miss ... Anna Dobson ... Miss.”
“I’ve got a call to make. Get in the corner, hands on your head.” She pointed to a corner of the room with her foot as she reached for the phone.
Anna walked to where she had pointed and placed her hands on her head.
“Face the wall, stupid!!” she snapped.
Anna at once turned with her back to her. Shame ... shame ... shame.
“Get those elbows pushed back and your hands on top of your head.” Anna did as she was ordered. “That is the way you stand when you’re in the corner. And you don’t relax for one moment ... clear?”
“Y-Yes ... M-Miss,” she replied from her humiliating position.
“Then make sure you remember it, unless you want a sore bottom!”
Anna heard her dial a number, after a while she began to speak, to what appeared to be a friend. After the normal teenage chatter about make-up stars and clothes, she heard her say, “I won’t be able to meet you till this afternoon, I’ve got some jobs to do ... no, nothing like that, just a little sewing lesson,” she laughed. “OK, I’ll see you then ... I’ll see you at school on Monday, you can copy my homework before class starts.”
It brought home to Anna her ridiculous situation. There she was, a grown woman, standing in a corner like a naughty child, while the person who had ordered her to do so, spoke on the phone about her school homework. Once more she had to fight back the tears.
She put the phone down. “OK, you ... over here!” Anna turned from the wall and stood in front of her. “Did I tell you, you could take your hands off your head.”
“No ... M-Miss ...” Anna replaced her hands on her head, elbows pushed back. She had never felt so stupid in her life.
“You had better learn, Dobson, that you only obey the last order you are given, otherwise I will have your knickers down and lay this across your backside.” She picked up a table-tennis bat from one of the shelves and waved it at her. “And you don’t want that, do you?”
“Ohhh ... no ... no ... M-Miss.” Anna was in as much dread of the girl as she had been of Miss Beeton. She was all too aware that orders from her were as if Miss Beeton had given them herself?
“How’s it feel being a ‘schoolgirl’ once more at your age?” She asked grinning up at Anna.
“Em-embarrassing ... M-Miss.”
“Embarrassing! You don’t yet know the meaning of the word.” She slid off the desk and walked around Anna who was at least twelve inches taller than her and twice her size. Anna felt a hand patting her bottom. “Nice and big,” was all she said, and returned to stand in front of her.
“I’m Miss Jackie,” the girl said. “I’m considerably younger than you ... but if I say ‘jump’, then you jump. What do you do?”
“Ju-jump, M-Miss.” Oh God the shame of it.
“Right. Take off your shoes and shorts.”
Afraid to remove her hands from her head, Anna tried to kick her shoes off, without success. “You can take your hands off your head, Dumbo,” Jackie said.
“Th-thank you ... M-Miss,” Anna replied, bending forward and removing her shoes. She then lowered her shorts and stepped out of them.
“Fold them neatly and place them on the floor in front of you. You always do that when told to remove any item of your clothing.”
Anna did as she had been told and stood awaiting the next humiliating order.
“Knickers off!” Even though she knew it was coming, it still came as a shock to be told by a girl of that age to take her knickers off. Even so, she obeyed, folded them neatly and placed them on top of her shorts. Anna stood wearing only her blouse and socks. The girl sat grinning up at her.
“Show me your bottom,” Jackie said casually, as if asking the time of day.
Shamefaced, Anna turned with her back to her, feeling humiliated and deflated, at the same time hating herself. She felt the table tennis bat tap her right buttock cheek.
“Touch your toes. Right down, legs straight.”
With a groan, she bent over, just managing to reach her toes. She felt the shame of bending over, showing her most private parts to this little cow.
A knock came at the door. “Come in..,” Anna’s young mistress said. From her bent position she saw a female’s legs clad in black nylons under a black skirt.
“Coffee, Miss ...” It could only be one of the kitchen staff.
“Put it over there ... This is the new girl, Dobson,” Anna heard Jackie say.
“She has a very nice bottom, Miss,” the maid sniggered.
Anna felt a tap on her right buttock. “Back in the corner you, while I have coffee,” the girl said.
Anna stood up and walked to the corner. As she did so, she glanced at the maid who had brought in the coffee. It was an older woman, about her own age. As she walked, Anna was conscious of her bottom swaying and bouncing, feeling twice its size.
“Hands behind you ... nose pressed right into the corner.” Jackie called out to her. Anna clasped her hands behind her and pushed her nose against the plastered wall. Humiliation ... Humiliation ...
“She’s got a fair size bum on her, hasn’t she?” the maid said.
“Yes. Plenty there to deal with if she gets too uppity. Isn’t that right, Dobson?”
“ ... Ye-yes ... M-Miss ...” Anna hated herself for being so weak. A woman of twenty-eight, standing in a corner, nose pressed to the wall, half dressed in a school uniform, her bare bottom on display. And the person that was making her do it was a teenage girl, years her junior. A schoolgirl herself.
“Right, get dressed and come over here to the table,” Jackie said, her voice full of authority.
Anna turned away from the wall, pulled on her knickers and shorts and went to the side of the table. “Sit at the end here.” She went to the end of the table. “Sit up on the edge.”
She saw Miss Jackie go to a roll of broad pink and white striped winceyette material on one of the shelves with a pair of scissors in her hand and begin to cut a length off. When she had finished cutting, she handed it to Anna along with some scissors, a tape measure, needle and cotton, buttons and a roll of knicker elastic. Next, she pulled out a pattern for a pair of pyjamas from one of drawers and laid it on the table.
“Are you any good at dressmaking?” she asked.
“I haven’t done any for a long time, Miss” Anna replied, wondering how on earth she was going to manage now.
“Well, you can start now… ” said Jackie with a grin as Anna stared miserably at the pattern in front of her, remembering the absurd little mop caps worn by all the women in her dormitory the previous night, clearly designed to humiliate further. Was this how she was to be treated for the rest of her sentence, ridiculed and humiliated by these people for their amusement, to be thrashed if she dared to complain or did not please them? Oh dear God, she thought, what a truly awful place this was.
“I’ll be back after lunch to see how you are getting on,” said Jackie as she left the room. “You had better make a good job of it…”
Alone in the sewing room, Anna tried desperately to make sense of the instructions on the pattern which was evidently for the same childish style of pyjamas worn by the other women in her dormitory. She knew her size, but needed to take some measurements before cutting out the material: leg and arm length, waist and jacket length etc. It was many years since she had even attempted to make anything, let alone something as complicated as a pair of pyjamas, yet here she was having to do so with only two or three hours to complete the task. It seemed so impossible.
An hour later, with the striped pyjama material cut out in sections, Anna was still laboriously pinning and sewing the sleeves and trousers, trying desperately to make the seams and stitching as neat as possible. Her fingers were beginning to numb with the effort of so much sewing by hand, yet she dared not relax even for a moment. Every now and then she would pause to examine what she had done for size and fit, checking her measurements as best she could. Once the seams were complete, she began to finish the collar - a particularly difficult bit - before adding the buttons to the jacket so that it could be fastened to the waistband of the trousers… all the time keeping an eye on the clock ticking inexorably round to two o’clock.
To her relief, Anna had finished the pyjamas with some ten minutes to spare, only to remember that she had still not made the mop cap. Suppressing a rising tide of panic within her, she quickly measured her head for size and began sewing a length of elastic into the cut-out circle of matching material, adding the last few stitches just as Miss Jackie entered the room.
“Have you finished?” she asked briskly.
“Yes, Miss,” Anna replied apprehensively, silently praying her handiwork would pass inspection.
“Hmm… Some of this stitching looks a bit slack to me. You’ll be in trouble if it comes apart,” said Jackie, carefully examining the garments on the table in front of Anna. “Have you tried them for size?”
Anna wasn’t quite sure what she meant. “I’ve measured everything carefully, Miss,” she said.
“I meant have you tried them on, Dumbo?”
“No Miss, not yet.”
“Well then… Why not?”
Aware that she was expected to put them on, Anna slipped her shorts off and began to step into the pyjama trousers.
“Since when do you wear knickers under your pyjamas?” Jackie demanded.
Quickly, Anna removed her knickers, pulled on the pyjama bottoms and took off her tie, blouse and vest before putting on the jacket and fastening the buttons.
“Don’t forget your bedtime bonnet,” said Jackie with a grin. She was enjoying the pyjama-clad woman’s obvious discomfort as Anna put on the cap and stood silently while her young tormentor looked her up and down. “Not a bad first effort,” she said. “You might as well stay like that now until it’s time for bed.”
There was another knock at the door. “Yes,” Jackie called out.
It was a young coloured girl, dressed as the previous maid had been.
“Come to get your cup and coffee pot, Miss,” she said, picking up the tray. The maid looked at Anna with amused contempt in her eyes.
“Put your shoes on, Dobson. You can go to lunch.” Jackie grinned and turned to the maid. “Take her along to the kitchen.”
Anna put her plimsolls on.
“Come with me ... schoolgirl.” The maid was only just out of school herself.
Anna was made to walk in front of her along the passages towards the kitchen, well aware how ridiculous she must look in such childish pink and white striped pyjamas and matching cap in the middle of the day. As they rounded a corner, they came across two girls who were chatting as they mopped the floor. “Halt!” Anna’s new tormentress ordered. She halted.
“This is the new girl ... curtsey to the maids like a good girl, Dobson,” she said in a derisive voice. Red-faced and seething with rage, Anna curtsied to the maids.
“Dobson’s wearing her new jim-jams. Turn round and show them off.” With a sob, Anna turned.
“Going to bed early? Been a naughty girl, then?”
“I’m taking her to lunch before she has her next lesson. And, I’ve been put in charge of her by Miss Jackie.”
“I don’t believe that,” one of the girls said.
“It’s true. Isn’t that right, Dobson?”
“Ye-yes Miss ...” The shame of standing there in pyjamas and having to address a kitchen maid as Miss, was almost too much ... Anna dug her nails into the palms of her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Haven’t you been told ... you address the domestics as ‘Ma’am’?”
“Ma’am ... I-I’m sorry ... I ... I forgot ... Ma’am.”
“Remember it, girl,” she added to impress her friends.
“Yes ... but that’s not being in charge of her,” one of them replied.
“I can do what I like to her.” She gave Anna a stinging slap on the bottom. “I’ll prove it ... Dobson, take off your shoes ... come on, move yourself, girl.”
Anna wished the world would come to an end. What was coming now, more shame, more indecent acts? She removed her plimsolls.
“Get down on your hands and knees!!”
A wave of self pity came over her. “Ohh .. no-no more ... please no more ... haven’t I ... I ... been humiliated enough ... please ...”
“Do as I say, at once, or I’ll go straight to Miss Beeton and tell her you were disobedient ... and also rude to your betters.”
Tears running down her cheeks, Anna carried out the order and knelt on all fours before them.
“Now get your legs straight, and your bottom in the air!!”
Anna straightened her legs, forcing her bottom up. “Come on ... get it right up.” The maid gave her a none too gentle slap. Anna pushed her bottom higher.
“Now, do you believe me ... I’ll take her to lunch like that, on her hands and feet, with her arse stuck in the air.” She was like a child proving she was better than they. “Off you go, woman, and keep that bottom in the air.”
A few days earlier, Anna would very probably have refused to obey almost any sort of order she was been given. Now she crawled on hands and feet, her bottom thrust up high, and she had been made to do it by a mere kitchen maid. It was amazing what the fear of pain can make one do.
“See you later,” she called out to her giggling friends as once more they set off down the maze of corridors.
With arms, legs, neck and back aching, Anna was taken to the kitchen. The maid kept her in that posture while she filled a bowl with watery soup. Next she made her stand facing the table and bending over it while she drank it from the bowl. Anna felt her stroke the left cheek of her bottom as she did so.
“I wish I was Miss Jackie, I’d love to be able to really cane that fat white arse of yours and watch it squirm, you stuck-up honky cow ...”
Anna was at last told to replace her plimsolls before being taken back along the corridors, this time led by her ear. As the maid was so much shorter than she was, Anna was forced to lean over from the waist up. As they passed the cleaning maids, one of them gave Anna’s bottom a quick pinch, to the amusement of them all. “Night-night, girlie. Love your pyjamas. Such a pretty hat too,” one of them called out, as she was led away. “Hope you get that big bottom of yours spanked at bedtime,” the other laughed.
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