Another cold grey early morning with a sharp little breeze out of the east and a hint of drizzle in the air. The three women in detention are once more awakened by the yells of the wardens.
"Waaake up! Get out of bed, NOW!"
Two of the three fall groaning out of bed. Catherine has to wait for release. Once Melanie and Anna are able to get up all three are lined up at the foot of their beds. Pyjamas are unclipped and they are ready to be inspected. They stand there shivering in the early morning chill; Melanie is aware of Miss Jackie’s eyes running her over. “What’s Matron going to find in your plastic panties this morning?"
Melanie stares sullenly back at her.
"Cat got your tongue? Well let's make sure you're nice and warm for Matron. Get running!"
Melanie is made to jog up and down the dorm, waddling awkwardly from the thick padding between her legs, the binding around the legs of the plastic pants scraping at her sore skin where it has been digging into her all night. Her present discomfiture is brought to an end by the arrival of Matron.
She starts with the naked and shivering Catherine, but once again a minute examination of her pyjamas produces no evidence of morally debilitating activity.
Anna groans as her pants are pulled down and the padding falls to the floor, revealing the hessian pad, dark with sweat, running between her legs. As Matron releases the bindings and removes the belt the others can see the red and irritated patch that the scraping of the hessian has produced. Anna groans with relief as it is removed.
"I trust that this will be a reminder to you to restrain yourself in future, Dobson?"
Anna can only groan in reply.
Matron turns her attention to the remaining two. She indicates Melanie to the wardens: "Get her pants down, while I check this one."
Miss Jackie moves forward and starts to ease down Melanie's pants, her thumbs deep inside the waistband.
Anna winces as Matron yanks down her plastic pants and pulls out the pad. Inspection over, the wardens unclip the last of the mittens and bonnets and send the women scattering for the showers, with a few slaps over their aching bruises.
The showers are as icy as ever, but this morning they are provided with shower caps which do a little to mitigate the head aching impact of the deluge.
Once more it's the naked run back to the dormitory, showing off their lividly bruised bottoms to the world, not that there's anybody about to see them at that still early hour. Upstairs in the dormitory their uniforms have been laid out on their beds. The same scratchy woollen stockings and vests, the same baggy knickers and navy bloomers with the thigh-pinching elastic. Rough cotton blouses and tight collars, heavy serge gymslips and clumpy shoes.
At last they are dressed and ready for Miss Jackie Frayn's inspection.
"Arms by your sides!"
Miss Jackie adjusts Anna's tie, straightens the bodice of her gymslip, giving her breasts a little squeeze; pulls down the legs of her knickers and presses her hand against Anna's crotch. All the while Anna fights to stand still and keep her arms by her sides. Miss Jackie tears Anna off a strip for the untidiness of her uniform; she is particularly annoyed at her failure to have her hat elastic running in the prescribed fashion behind the ears and under the chin, where the extra distance makes it much tighter and uncomfortable.
“Since you don’t seem to be able to get dressed correctly, Dobson, I think we had better give you a dressing lesson. You can begin by getting back into your pyjamas and be quick about it. You have exactly one minute!”
While Miss Jackie looked at her wristwatch, Anna hesitates momentarily then hurriedly pulls her gymslip over her head, undoes her tie and begins unbuttoning her blouse, kicking off her shoes as she does so. The other women prisoners watch in silence as Anna peels the tight-fitting elasticated bloomers down her legs, followed quickly by stockings, suspender belt and knickers. Naked from the waist down, she grabs her pyjamas and pulls on the trousers, removes her vest and finally puts on her pyjama jacket.
“Thirty seconds,” Miss Jackie announces as Anna hastily fastens the buttons and ties. “And don’t forget your bonnet.”
Anna had certainly not forgotten her bonnet. Nor had she overlooked the fact that she would be expected to fold the clothes she had just taken off. Squatting down, she carefully folds each garment, placing them in a neat pile in the prescribed manner, shoes and stockings on top, underclothes, shirt, tie and gymslip underneath. Standing up, she holds them out for inspection.
Miss Jackie glances at her watch again, then studies the pyjama-clad girl standing nervously to attention in front of her.
“Right Dobson… You now have one minute to get dressed again.”
Anna knows this is going to be the hard part, with so many more items of clothing to put on. In a matter of seconds, she has stripped off her pyjamas and is pulling on the woollen vest, baggy grey knickers and rough cotton blouse she has just removed. Putting stockings on while standing proves more difficult, causing her to hop about in an ungainly fashion while pulling them up her legs. Next the suspender belt, its unfamiliar fastenings proving awkward, then on with the navy bloomers.
“Thirty seconds!”
Jackie Frayn’s time check spurs Anna to even great effort to finish dressing within the time limit, but her fingers struggle with the tiny buttons of her blouse and, to make matters worse, she has considerable difficulty knotting her tie. Gymslip and shoes follow, and finally on with her hat just as Miss Jackie announces: “Time’s up!”
Anna makes a face of sullen despair as she stands to attention once more. Her pyjamas lie in an untidy heap at her feet where she has discarded them in her anxiety of beat the clock. Yet she so nearly succeeded.
“Not good enough, Anna,” Miss Jackie says mockingly. “You’ll have to do better than that.” She bends down, picks up the pyjamas and thrusts them at Anna. “These won’t do, will they? They’re supposed to be neatly folded on your bed, not on the floor.”
Anna takes the pyjamas and carefully folds them before placing them on her bed, all too aware that she is probably going to have to put them on again.
Miss Jackie watches her, enjoying the control she had over the young woman in front of her.
“Now let’s see if we can do it properly this time.” Miss Jackie glances at her watch. “Go!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Anna quickly pulls her hat off, lifts her gymslip over her head, undoes her tie, unbuttons her blouse and removes both it and her vest together. Shoes are kicked off and down come the navy bloomers again, elastic snapping at the flesh of her thighs as she frantically pulls them off, quickly followed by stockings, suspender belt and knickers. Then it’s on with the pyjamas again, jacket buttons and trousers fastened and finally the bonnet just as Miss Jackie calls “Twenty seconds!”
This time Anna doesn’t wait to be told to fold the clothes at her feet. Stockings, underwear, blouse, tie, gymslip, hat and shoes are all folded neatly again and held out for inspection.
“Don’t forget your bonnet, Dobson.”
Anna has certainly not forgotten her bonnet. Nor has she overlooked the fact that she is expected to fold the clothes she had just taken off. Squatting down, the pyjama-clad girl carefully folds each garment, placing them in a neat pile in the prescribed manner, shoes and stockings on top, underclothes, shirt, tie and gymslip underneath. Standing up, she holds them out for inspection.
“Still not quick enough, Dobson. I think it’s time to stimulate that big bottom of yours into action. Now get into position.” Miss Jackie was determined to teach her charge a lesson she would not forget in a hurry.
Anna knew that getting into position meant bending down and presenting her backside for a spanking just as she had done on many previous occasions. Feeling suddenly cold and vulnerable, she stepped into the middle of the room. Bending over, her ample backside was thrust out invitingly as she touched her toes, stretching the pyjama material tight. Anna’s hair fell forward untidily and her buttocks trembled nervously, making ripples in the fabric that betrayed her growing apprehension as she waited.
THWACK!
In the stillness of the room, the noise was like a firecracker going off, and Anna’s head shot up, her hair flying out as she gave a sharp intake of breath. Holding her position, she waited for the next, her buttocks clenching convulsively in anticipation.
THWACK!
This time, Miss Jackie struck the woman’s right buttock with as much force as she could muster, almost causing her to topple forward. Unable to see clearly through the tears in her eyes, Anna fought to stay in position as the pain seared into her bottom, determined not to cry out. Worse almost than the pain itself was the awful humiliation of having to submit to a spanking at her age like a naughty child.
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