Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 9. In which Sarah has her first free period

Sarah once again thanked her lucky stars that she was not the girl first in line. She wasn't sure she could make it back to the food hall if she was leading. The class of Trinity girls only made it as far as Miss Watson's door before they were halted. Their form teacher was standing in the open doorway of her classroom. Sarah joined the three girls before her, standing dutifully at attention. Within moments two close lines of uniformed girls had formed neatly in front of Miss Watson.

"Girls, you are heading to the lunch period now. This is your first test with the general population of Harkwood and I want a good showing from Trinity house. Your handlers know what to do. I want the report I receive to show that there were eighteen obedient Trinity sluts during lunch period.

"Your movement around the school as a house should be as you are now formed. When you leave a room, you form up before moving off. I don't want to see you wandering around the school like that herd of cows that I just witnessed. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," the class chorused obediently.

"When you are dismissed from lunch you report to your dorm. Your housemistress will then take over your instruction. Move off."

The two neat lines continued down the corridor. As they approached the landing the school began to come alive. The noise of schoolgirls moving through the halls, chatting and laughing, filled the air. The eighteen silent girls of Trinity house moved across the landing and down the stairs to the ground floor. The formation became ragged and chaotic as they moved down the stairs. The untrained girls were simply unable to negotiate the steps in their high heels and still remain in their neat lines.

They came together at the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the food hall, moving with the flow of the other girls. Sarah saw the looks they were getting, no doubt the simple fact that they were neatly lined up and silent was enough to garner attention. Sarah, however was sure that their collars and high heels were also causing them to be stared at.

More than likely her still hard nipples would also be a topic of conversation and staring. She heard a number of girls laugh as they walked past her and she was positive they were laughing at her. She wasn't sure how long her nipples had been hard, almost an hour she was sure. The rubbing sensation of her blouse across her already hard nipples ensured that as long as she moved they would remain tightened, causing her no small discomfort. Sarah looked around at her classmates, trying to read their minds or their body language, anything to gain an insight into how they were feeling.

They were surrounded by girls who were not her to be trained as slaves, normal girls, leading normal school lives. What if they found out? What if she, or one of her classmates, could just walk up to one of these girls and reveal the secret, debased side of Harkwood? Would they be believed? It seemed as if the staff here would have that all thought through, they had been doing this for years. They had a cover story that would make anything a Trinity girl said sound stupid and staff and prefects were scattered everywhere. What would the penalty be for attempting such a thing? Sarah could feel the ache in her abused buttocks, radiating unceasing waves of pain throughout her body. How could they do anything?

They were soon at the food hall and the noise was now immense. It was not that it was so loud but after the near silence of her classes this cacophony of teenage girls hit her an almost physical blow. As the other girls of the class moved inside and took their turn in line, Sarah broke with formation and stood outside the hall, looking in, trying to spot Miss Harper. She had been told to wait for her outside. Obviously none of the other girls' handlers had made this same command.

Sarah was soon all alone in the corridor. The last few straggling girls had trickled past her into the hall to get their lunch. As the moments ticked by, Sarah began to worry. She tried not to panic and used the time to assess how she was feeling. Her nipples were uncomfortable. Really they were aching slightly, just over the threshold into being painful. Her ass still ached from the caning she had received that morning, though the sharp sting had subsided. Her sex tingled, it almost felt like she had pins and needles running all over the tender flesh of her pussy and asshole. As she thought about her pussy, she thought about how smooth it seemed and how wonderful her panties felt against her.

She wasn't sure if it was just because she now had no hair between her legs or if she was just becoming more sensitive but she could feel the panties on her pussy, conscious now of the sheer material where she had not been before her waxing.

Sarah began to think about her lessons so far that day but the worry that she had been forgotten began to occupy her mind. She could see all the other girls eating, she could smell the delicious food but she could not see her handler. She must be at one of the tables that Sarah could not view from the angle she had from outside the food hall.

She could not go inside. Sarah knew the moment she moved she would be in trouble. After all she had stood outside by herself for this long which had made her more conspicuous. Just when she had really begun to panic, when the indecision over whether she should stay or move had begun to be unbearable, she saw Miss Harper moving through the crowd of seated girls.

Sarah could not help but smile at the approaching prefect. Her relief was immense. She was glad to see Miss Harper. She knew more about what was going on here now, facts she had not known the last time she had seen her handler. Now she understood just what Miss Harper had to do, the responsibility she had in looking after her and in reinforcing her training. She vowed that she would never give her handler a reason to be disappointed.

"What are you smiling at Porter?" enquired Harper, genuinely curious.

"Hello Miss Harper," Sarah replied, curtsying as she did so. "I am happy to see you."

"Well Porter, okay," said the somewhat bewildered prefect. She was not entirely sure how to respond to what was an obviously sincere sentiment.

"Did you enjoy your first lessons at Harkwood?"

"Yes Miss Harper."

"Miss will do Porter. Did you learn a lot?"

"Yes Miss."

"I bet you did. I hope you are going to be a good girl for me during lunch. All meals are generally the same. You must clean the hall after eating your lunch. If you finish cleaning before the end of the period you are to come directly to me. I will be in the main courtyard, which is directly off the main foyer, I forgot to show you that last night. I am responsible for you during this period so I don't want you dawdling all around the school, understand?"

"Yes Miss," Sarah replied obediently.

"Okay hurry inside and get in line. I don't think any Trinity girls have been served yet. At lunch and dinner you get served last. Breakfast is different because it is easy to get you out of the way, otherwise you would miss valuable minutes of schooling and no one wants that do they?"

"No Miss."

"Hurry along."

Sarah trotted off to stand in line. Harper watched her go, a little confused. She had thought she would have found Porter upset, perhaps rebellious and disobedient. Instead she found a girl who greeted her with a smile and who actually seemed happy. She was going to have to talk with the other prefects about their girls.

Sarah hurried to the front of the food hall, aware that almost everyone she passed stared at her. Her cheeks could not help but colour as she imagined what they were saying about her; her collar, her hard nipples, her provocative walk forced upon her by the high heels. She remembered that these girls knew nothing about her special schooling, nothing about her being trained to be a slut. They all thought they were troubled girls sent to Harkwood to be straightened out. She was sure they all thought she was probably here for being some kind of sex fiend.

She definitely heard the word nipple at least once as she walked the length of the hall, joining the line of girls waiting to be served. She noticed that her classmates were standing in a separate line against the wall. There were only a handful of girls from the other houses still to be served and Trinity house obviously had to wait aside until last.

It did not take long before her line was moving. She shuffled forwards eagerly, aware now that she was quite hungry. It was soon Sarah's turn, she collected a plastic tray and waited to be served. One of the kitchen staff put a bowl of salad on her tray and a large bottle of water. She had seen the other girls getting served so she was not surprised but the lunch she and her classmates received was very different from the rest of the school. She could still smell the delicious odours of pasta and curry and a number of other dishes.

Every Trinity girl had been given the same thing: salad and water. Sarah weaved between the tables of schoolgirls, eating their lunch and chatting merrily. Her stool next to Murphy was free. She placed her tray on the table and sat on the plastic stool, noticing again how the seating caused her to naturally spread her legs. She did not even have to think about adopting the position.

"You should hurry and eat Port, you missed it but Mrs Lancaster said that we have until 15 past to eat our lunch and then we have to go to our stations and be ready to clean. So you only have about five minutes," the Irish girl said between mouthfuls of salad.

"Thanks Murph," Sarah replied as she stabbed her salad with her plastic fork.

She had to admit, the salad was delicious. The lettuce was crisp, the cucumber sweetly refreshing and the dressing was subtle yet amazing. In fact, Sarah admitted to herself, it was perhaps the best salad she had ever tasted. She reached for her bottle of water and noticed for the first time that it was already opened and that there was no lid. Even her water was delicious, with a slight hint of lime.

Sarah focused on enjoying her meal, as every other Trinity girl was doing. She tried to forget the rest of the day and just be right here, right now. She glanced up at the clock and realised she only had a minute remaining. She had almost finished her salad, so she did not need to worry.

The other girls at the table started to stand. Sarah looked to the front of the hall and noticed the red light was on. She went to lift her tray but noticed that all the other girls had left theirs behind on the table. Sarah was not sure what was going on but it must have been something else she had missed. As she started to move off to her station she glanced back at the table. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her stool. Sarah was horrified to see a dark wet spot in the middle of the black circle. Her pussy juice had obviously soaked into her panties and now leaked from there onto her stool.

Sarah frantically looked around the room, terrified someone would notice. She didn't know what to do. She remembered from her classes this morning that all fluids were supposed to be consumed but there was no way she could get down and lick the stool in front of the rest of the school. In front of girls who were unaware of her status.

The humiliated teen rushed off to her station, hoping and praying that no one would notice her pussy juices on the stool. Hoping and praying that it would quickly dry before anyone had a chance to see. She soon stood at attention at her station, making sure her pussy was directly over the number 4 stencilled on the floor beneath her. No one had told her to be so specific but she felt it was right to be neat and it felt good to do something that felt correct without being told.

The rest of the school were slowly finishing their lunches and drifting out of the food hall in small groups. Sarah watched her section like a hawk. She did not want to annoy any of the normal schoolgirls and so was waiting until a section of table with at least four empty seats had opened up.

Normal schoolgirls? She knew there was a definite distinction between the girls of Trinity house and the rest of the school, that had been made abundantly clear, but she was unhappy with herself over the choice of words she had unconsciously used. Her gaze kept darting back to the Trinity table, back to her stool, desperate for people to stay away from that area to give her pussy juices a chance to dry. The fear of being caught began to prey on her mind.

She spotted a space clear as a couple of girls left the table in front of her. Sarah swooped in and cleared up their lunch dishes. She could see the remnants of a number of different dishes as she cleared the trays. Her salad was delicious but it had not been particularly filling and she realised she was still hungry.

As Sarah took her first round of trays to the counter she noticed that the hall was beginning to empty much faster now. The lunch period was almost half over and Sarah guessed the girls wanted to spend the rest of their period doing something more fun. She, however, was stuck here cleaning up after the other houses. She was not sure how long this would take. The breakfast clearing had not taken too long and the girls were a little more experienced now.

By the time she made it back to her station all the tables were empty. She was able to clear whole tables now and she decided to take a gamble and clear every tray from a table at once. Sarah stacked eight trays together, piling up the dishes and empty drink containers, attempting to distribute the weight evenly across the tray.

She hoped she was not making a mistake by doing this but it would save a lot of time. She took a deep breath and lifted the trays. They weren't that heavy, it was just the balance she would have to watch. Her steps were a little slower but, as she safely deposited the eight trays on the counter, she knew she had saved time.

Sarah hurried back to repeat the process, maybe she could even add an extra tray or two. She admitted to herself that even though cleaning up after other girls her age was a little demeaning she was beginning to enjoy it. She was starting to make a game of the activity, see how quickly and efficiently she could complete the task set for her.

A second and then a third table in her section was cleared. She had retrieved a washcloth on her last trip to the counter and now began to clean her section and straighten the chairs, making sure to catch every crumb and every spilled droplet of moisture. Her section was the first to be cleared and she moved on to the tables surrounding hers and helped her classmates. She lost track of time as she immersed herself in her task, becoming absorbed by doing a good job and making sure all the tables were clean and tidy. She had always liked things to be neat, always hated mess and seeing things out of place. Soon all the tables were cleared and cleaned, leaving only the two Trinity house tables unattended. As the girls were moving back to their stations, Mrs Lancaster came out of the kitchen and called them over to their tables.

"Stand behind your assigned seats."

Sarah looked worriedly at her stool as she moved to stand behind it. Her pussy juice had dried thankfully, but there was the very slightest of marks on the black plastic. Sarah was sure no one could see it if they didn't know what to look for. She relaxed just a little.

"I see a number of meals not finished. You are on carefully controlled diets and if you are set a meal you are to eat it. I am gratified that you liked the salad well enough but I see four bottles that have not been finished. The girls in question step up to the table and finish now."

Sarah and three other girls stepped forward. She hadn't known she had to finish everything, even the water. She took the 650 ml bottle and began to drink. Over half was left and after only a few mouthfuls she began to struggle. She continued drinking mouthful after mouthful. When the last trickle was gone she set the bottle down on the table, noticing that she was the last to finish and that all eyes were on her. She fervently hoped that she had not caused any of them to get into trouble.

"Not finishing a meal is a show of disrespect to myself and my kitchen staff. You are dismissed to seek out your handlers for the remainder of the lunch period. You four come with me."

Sarah's heart sank. She had found trouble again and through something as small as not finishing a bottle of water. She joined Ozawa, Ness and Cox as they followed Mrs Lancaster to the kitchen area. Here they were lined up against the wall and Mrs Lancaster scanned each of their eartags and made the correct notifications against their records on the ubiquitous laptop that every staff member seemed to have.

The anxious schoolgirl glimpsed the screen as her infraction was added. This was her second since the tally was reset after her correction that morning. What really worried her was the flashing red 'DETENTION' that appeared at the top of the screen. She dreaded what this would mean. Detention had always been a fear of hers, even though she had never even come close to attending. But here, now, the word detention took on a whole other level of terror for the young girl.

"Dismissed," Mrs Lancaster declared sternly.

Her classmates quickly vacated the kitchen, unhappy and disappointed in themselves that they had earned more strokes of the dreaded cane. Sarah lingered for just a moment.

"I am very sorry for any disrespect Ma'am."

"Thank you Porter. Now run along, there is still 20 minutes of lunch left and your handler must wish to know where you are."

Sarah moved to hurry off to find Miss Harper.

"Oh and Porter?"

"Yes Ma'am," she replied turning around, halfway through the door.

"If you fail to finish a meal again your infractions will double, I won't tolerate any disrespect of my staff and their efforts to keep you healthy. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," she replied dejectedly.

She honestly did not need the reinforcing message. She still didn't quite see how not finishing a bottle of water was disrespect but that was not really for her to question. There was a lot she did not understand and a lot she was having trouble accepting but she vowed to do better. Sarah hurried out of the food hall in search of the courtyard, quickly found herself in the foyer. She had passed a number of girls along the way but now she was alone. The great oak front doors were but steps away. Through those doors lay another life; the simple life of a teenage girl whose biggest worry was what breakfast cereal to have. Just through those doors, thought Sarah, staring at the huge wooden panels.

She sighed and turned away, heading to the other end of the foyer and on to the courtyard. Through a simple open archway she entered the large stone-tiled courtyard. It was a huge open square with two long corridors of columns down each side of the main building, creating a pleasing wave of curving arches until they met the building edge and turned back to finish the square. A number of huge trees shaded parts of the courtyard and stone seats and benches were dotted around the open area, all covered in chatting and laughing schoolgirls.

Sarah stood at attention and surveyed the courtyard trying to locate her handler. She did not want to get in trouble for being unattended during a free period. She spotted Murphy and her handler and was tempted to wave, but Murphy had her eyes focused on the ground at her feet.

Sarah kept scanning, becoming a little desperate before she finally saw Miss Harper, seated under a tree with a group of girls. She hurried over and curtsied before her handler. She felt it best to perform this show of respect in front of her handler’s friends. Miss Harper had taken on a great responsibility in looking after her and Sarah felt that she should do her best to make her happy that she had done so. After all the prefect was only a year older than her, Sarah doubted she could accept the same burden.

"This is my girl," Harper explained to her friends. "Porter come stand behind me."

"What is she supposed to do Reece?" asked one of the seated girls, staring at Porter as if she was some strange alien being.

"Behave herself. She is here to be trained to be a valuable member of society. You know about the Trinnies Miranda."

"Yeah I know Reece but what's she supposed to do here, I mean here with us."

"Can't be trusted on their own during free periods," explained Harper.

"What's that on her neck?"

"Collar. They've all got one, they need it for discipline," replied Harper.

"Ha, like a dog," one of Harper's friends laughed.

"So she’s just going to stand there the whole time?"

"She does whatever she is told."

'Tell her to do something then," piped up a girl called Stacey.

"Like what?" replied an exasperated Harper, not particularly interested in talking about her charge for the whole period.

"I don't know, make her stand on one leg," laughed Stacey.

"Porter stand on one leg," commanded Harper.

Sarah obediently raised her left leg, attempting to balance on the small surface area that the high heel of her right shoe allowed. It was not the easiest thing to do with her hands behind her back.

"That's pathetic, make her raise her leg higher."

"Raise it Porter, get your knee out level."

Sarah raised her leg higher, lifting her knee to hip height. She wobbled a little but managed to correct herself by shuffling her right foot, scuffing it on the hard stone flooring. All the girls in Harpers circle laughed at her. Sarah felt the familiar flush of heat to her face as she bore the brunt of their ridicule.

"Clarice, I can see her panties. Make her turn around."

"Turn around and face the tree Porter."

Sarah turned and faced the trunk of the great tree that was shading them from the hot noonday sun. She focused her attention on the gnarled bark, trying to lose herself in the intricate patterns, to forget about the humiliation she was suffering at the hands of these girls, schoolgirls like herself. She was doing her best for Miss Harper. She hoped she was not causing her any embarrassment.

"Back on one leg Porter," commanded Harper.

Sarah lifted her right leg, this time her leg continued high, her knee stopping once it reached hip height, knee creating a perfect right angle which, while aesthetically pleasing, was not an easy position to maintain. She was constantly struggling to maintain her balance, requiring small movements of her legs, body and arms.

Harper and her friends continued their conversations as if Sarah did not exist. She tried not to listen in, feeling it was in some way rude to hear the private conversations of her handler’s friends. She could not help but overhear certain details, mundane things mostly, about movies and fashion and boys. All the things that were part of a different world now. A world she had existed in only days ago but was now closed to her.

"Change legs Porter."

Sarah silently thanked her handler, she had begun to really struggle to maintain the position and retain her composure. She smiled as she lowered her right leg and raised her left. She had not been forgotten and for some reason this made her feel happy. The confused schoolgirl felt a wave of feelings for the older girl. Sarah wasn't quite sure what they were: a strange mixture of respect and happiness and maybe, if she admitted it to herself, a little pleasure that Miss Harper had thought of her. The feelings were tainted by the fact that the group of girls continued to talk as if she was not there. They laughed and joked with each other. They never spoke self-consciously or mentioned her presence and it felt terrible to feel like she did not exist.

Sarah's legs had begun to tremble and her leg had been bobbing up and down as she struggled to hold it high. Her leg had once dropped almost to the ground before she caught it and swiftly lifted it. She felt bad that she had not managed to hold her position but it did not seem that anyone was even watching her. She heard the electronic bell sound, though it had a slightly different chime. The flurry of activity she sensed in her peripheral vision told her that the courtyard was quickly emptying as the girls headed back to class.

"See you in class, I have to get my girl back." Sarah felt a tiny flutter in her belly when she heard Miss Harper refer to her as "my girl". The feeling unnerved and confused her. "Come Porter," her handler commanded.

Sarah gratefully lowered her foot to the ground and turned to follow her handler. Both her legs felt rubbery as she walked after Miss Harper, being sure to stick to her position, slightly behind and to the left

"Miss?" Sarah ventured hesitantly.

"You ask permission to speak Porter."

"Permission to speak Miss?" said the chastened girl.

"Yes?"

"Miss, why was the bell different?"

"It's the warning bell, letting us know we have five minutes before class resumes."

"Miss I am sorry that I was not able to hold my proper position during lunch," Sarah blurted, unsure, even as the words left her mouth, why she was asking for trouble.

"Well... just try to do better next time," replied a slightly bewildered Harper. She had her back turned to Porter the whole time. She had honestly wanted to forget she was there, try and have a normal lunch with her friends. She was going to have to ask Miss Peach about Porter at the prefect's form the next day.

Sarah followed her handler in silence the rest of the way to her dorm, still pondering her hurried confession as they arrived. Most of the other girls were already present and had begun to form their usual lines.

"In line, I will see you at lunch tomorrow." With that her handler strode off to class, leaving Sarah with her classmates. Miss Peach came out of her room and stood before the quickly forming lines of girls.

"Hmm Mitchell, is missing. Where is... Move it Mitchell," Miss Peach yelled. Sarah could hear the clatter of high heels on the wooden floors as Mitchell ran down the corridor to take her place in line.

"Infraction for tardiness Mitchell. Inside and change into your gym clothes. You will have gym first period after lunch every day. You need to be changed and in front of the gym by second bell, which you will not make today. You sluts need to learn to be on time. Your time is not your own. Your time, like everything else, belongs to your superiors. Right now that is to the staff of Harkwood, later it will be your owner. When you waste someone's time you will find it will always be recompensed."

The bell for class echoed down the corridor.

"See, late already and you have not even changed. Move, now."

Olsen led the way, scanning at the lounge door and then again in the dorm. The other girls followed in turn, performing the obedient game of follow the leader that was becoming so much a part of their routine.

Sarah moved to her bed and started to undress. She was sure to fold all her clothes neatly on the bed, noticing that it had once again been immaculately made. As she removed her shoes she placed them in the appropriate space in her cupboard. Once she was naked she looked for her gym clothes.

She had not taken any notice of these small garments, during her induction they had all still been wrapped in plastic and she hadn't had a chance since then to inspect them. The socks were no trouble: small white ankle socks, two tiny balls of material, looking for all the world like little pompoms dangled from the elastic band at the back. She had never seen socks like this before, they were cute but they had a definite little girl feel she thought, not really something a fashion conscious teen would wear.

The shoes she had already worn and once again she marvelled at the comfort from the deceptively functional black shoe. She tried her best to follow the general rules of dressing and reached next for her gym panties. They were much more substantial than the small g-string she wore as part of her normal uniform. They looked similar to the pants she had seen the girls working out in last night but they appeared much more brief.

As she pulled them up her legs she noticed how wonderfully stretchy and fitting the material was. They felt just like the cotton/lycra blend of the gym clothes her mother had bought for her, and which she had failed to wear even once, but these appeared to have a much shinier finish and fit snugly over her freshly shaved pussy. The gym panties were really tiny shorts: each leg finishing high on her thigh, in line with her pussy, the back cut a little higher, the bottom of each asscheek not quite covered.

Unlike her uniform panties, these had a seam running through the middle, from front to back. The waistband was much thicker than she had seen before; almost two inches thick. It was white and contrasted with the deep blue material to look almost like a belt, Sarah thought. The waistband fit snugly just below her hipbones, the whole garment really only covering about six inches of her tender teenage flesh. The elastic of the thick waistband was tight, there was no danger of them going anywhere during exercise she thought thankfully.

The bra matched the panties. It was of the same material and cut in a brief halter style, with a Y shaped back. The front of the bra crossed over high on her chest, just below her throat leaving a large teardrop shaped opening that displayed the curves of her breasts as the tight material pushed them together. Sarah had never worn anything that gave her cleavage like this. She snuck a glance at Mitchell and noted the teen’s large tits were mashed together entirely filling the opening with jiggling breast-meat.

Her hair was still in a ponytail so she guessed her gym uniform was complete. She hurried out the room, scanning as she went and took her place in the almost complete lines. Miss Peach was waiting for them, surveying the young schoolgirls now scantily clad in their gym uniforms. What a sight they made, the housemistress thought. It was a truly great day when she had accepted her position at Harkwood. The housemistress watched as the last girl found her place in line.

"Hassel, step out of line."

The frightened teen stepped out from the illusory protection of her classmates and stood before Miss Peach. From behind her back the housemistress produced a wicked-looking leather crop. She brought the instrument sharply against the girl's left thigh and buttock, three, then four times.

"The last girl into line is letting everyone down. I won't abide dawdlers in my house. Get back into line and stop snivelling or I will really give you a reason to. Now get to class."

Olsen and Mitchell led the girls off to class. Once again the neat, clean lines disintegrated into organised chaos as they went down the stairs but reformed instantly when they were again on flat ground. It did not take them long before they reached the gym where they could see a woman waiting for them. She did not look happy.