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Chapter 10. In which Sarah has physical education
The two lines of anxious schoolgirls formed up before what was obviously their gym teacher. She was dressed in a two piece outfit in the Harkwood blue, very similar to what every girl in Trinity house now wore. Sarah could see the prominent muscles of the woman's frame clearly defined. She was more than athletic, she had muscles that went well beyond being toned.
"Seven minutes," she snapped. "Seven minutes. This time will be made up at the end of standard class today. Get inside the gymnasium on the double."
The girls marched through the well-appointed gym and into the large gymnasium.
"Register and form up, single file along the red line."
The polished wooden floors were covered in coloured lines. Each girl looked down and soon spotted the red line which seemed to form a large rectangle following the contours of the room, some four feet from the wall. Olsen moved off to her left and all the other girls followed.
"Left arm up, reach out and touch the shoulder of the girl to your left, move along to your right until your fingertips just touch. This is what you do when told to form a line."
In moments the eighteen schoolgirls had spaced themselves neatly.
"On my whistle, 10 squats."
SPREEP.
Sarah wasn't exactly sure what to do so she simply bent her legs and lowered her ass and then raised it back to a standing position.
SPREEP.
"My god, I have been lumbered with a pack of imbeciles. You, Cox, come out here and face the class. The rest of you slackers copy Cox."
The pretty blonde teen stepped out in front of the class and turned to face them. From her first moments in the showers Sarah had felt an affinity with Cox, even though she looked almost the total opposite of Sarah. She was not sure exactly why, maybe because she also had that cute, girl-next-door look or maybe it was because she was the only other American.
Cox had ash-blond hair that fell bright and smooth to her shoulders. She was slim but definitely not toned. Her slightly fleshy shape made her look soft and inviting and Sarah always felt like cuddling her. She would be great to snuggle up to she thought, like a cuddly teddy-bear.
Right now though, Cox stood in front of the class in the fetching gym uniform and it was only as she stood to attention that Sarah noticed the effect of the gym panties had on the crotch of the young girl. The seam of the small shorts had been devilishly placed. Sarah could clearly see the outline of Cox's pussy lips as the seam went straight between them. She cringed inwardly as she knew that all the girls must appear this way, especially now they were freshly smooth.
"Squat. Cox, back straight, hands behind your head, fingertips just touching your head, do not clasp your hands. Those arms are to remain straight. Now as you squat you bend the knees, lower your ass to the ground. As you go down your knees spread wide. Hold the position for a count of two and rise, closing the knees as your legs straighten into the standing position.
"No Cox, legs spread wider and smoothly as part of the squat, you don't reach the lowest point and then spread them. Smooth movements. Arms straight Cox."
The teacher turned to the class and surveyed the nervous girls.
SPREEP.
All eighteen girls began their squats. As they lowered their asses to the ground, the teacher walked among them, threading herself down the line of schoolgirls. She made corrections along the way: making sure knees were spreading smoothly, arms were remaining straight, backs were not slouching.
"Ten lunges. Cox, step out your left leg directly in front, further. Now you lean into the lunge, lower your rear knee to the ground, and bend your forward knee into a right angle. Do NOT overextend the forward knee. Hold for the count of two. BACK STRAIGHT. You should not have to be told to keep your back straight. Next girl earns an infraction. Five right, five left.'
SPREEP.
Again, like a carefully choreographed dance, all eighteen girls began to lunge forward together. Sarah was already feeling the effects of this physical exertion. She began to sweat, her heart beat faster and her breathing became fast and shallow. Her thighs began to ache with the strain being placed upon them. A strain they were most definitely not used to. She could see some of the other girls were having similar reactions.
"Cox, get your ass on the floor. Turn sideways to the class. Lie on your back, hands straight by your side, knees bent. Crunches. Lift your body off the floor, head and neck straight. Slide your arms up your thighs until they reach the knee. Tense your core. Hold for two. Down.
"Everyone on your asses. Crunches, ten. Go."
SPREEP.
Damn that whistle was getting annoying. It was ridiculously loud in the huge empty hall. Sarah winced each time it sounded. She started her crunches, her entire body quivering by the time she started on her third. Her feet started to lift off the floor and she was immediately pounced on by the teacher. The distressed girl managed to make it through all ten without again drawing the ire of the imposing and slightly scary Miss Vonn. She lay back, sucking in deep breaths, praying for a small break.
"On your feet. Cox, remain turned to the side, on your belly. Hands by your tits. Feet apart, further, past your shoulders. Pushups. Lift your body up off the ground until your arms are straight. Keep that bloody ass level, don't poke it up in the air. There ain't no cocks around to stuff you now. Lower your body. Do not rest, keep the movement smooth. Pushups, ten."
SPREEP.
The girls all fell to the floor and adopted the position they had seen Cox demonstrate. Sarah pushed her body off the floor and then slowly lowered herself. She could not do this. There was no way she could get through ten. As she raised herself for the second time her arms began to wobble and she could feel the strain through her belly and chest.
"Breathe in when your tits touch the ground, breathe out as you push off the floor. Don’t lock the elbows. Mitchell don’t think those big udders mean you don’t do a full pushup. Mash those fat sacks into the floor."
Sarah pushed up for the third time, her arms and body quivering. She held herself off the ground for a moment, gathering herself before attempting another. She raised her body for a fourth and then a fifth time, breathing as she had been instructed, finding it marginally easier. She marvelled as she performed the sixth, the seventh and the eighth but as she attempted to raise herself off the floor for the ninth time her strength failed her. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. She looked at her classmates out of the corner of her eyes, desperate to know she was not alone in her failure. Cox was already back on her feet, as were a few of the other girls. Mitchell was still struggling and Taylor had collapsed as she had.
"Any girl who does not finish a set earns an infraction. Mitchell, one to go. Porter and Taylor, two. Get those sloppy sacks off the floor. Cox get my belt, you will see it hanging on a hook by the door."
Sarah heard Cox run off to retrieve the teacher’s belt as she raised herself off the floor. She attempted another pushup, lowering and raising her body as quickly as she could.
"Doesn't count Porter, get your ass in line."
Sarah groaned but obediently lowered her ass so her body was once again in a straight line. She focused on keeping her body straight as she tried to replicate her last effort. Down and up as one swift smooth movement. She was doing well until she had to straighten out her arms. She struggled and wobbled for a moment but collapsed again, no closer to finishing the set.
Sarah looked to her left, Mitchell was now standing at attention, her chest heaving and Taylor finished her last pushup as Sarah watched. Now she was the only girl who had not completed the exercise. She was extremely disappointed in herself, and a little angry. She could not be the only girl who failed at this.
She pushed herself up off the floor and raised her body, ready to begin again. She held the position for a second to gather her strength and tried for her last effort. She lowered quickly, but as she raised herself from the ground the wobble in her arms and body threatened to best her again. She could not get these last two. She lowered her knees and head to the ground and her eyes began to water in despair.
Her whole body jerked off the ground as pain shot through her. Sarah instinctively reached back to her thigh. It felt as if a wasp had stung her, a wasp on steroids. She rolled on her side and looked up. The teacher was standing over her, a wide leather belt now strapped around her waist with what looked like holsters at each hip, the bottoms of which were also strapped around the teacher’s shapely thigh. She looked as if she was ready for an old west gunfight.
Sarah saw the contraption that had caused her such pain. The teacher held a small black plastic tube in her hand, it looked a little like those electric fire starters people used at barbecues. As she watched the teacher depressed a switch and a bright blue spark jumped from the tip. Sarah realised she had just been shocked by electricity.
"You have one minute to finish the last two pushups Porter. At the end of that time you will accrue infractions for any that are unfinished. If you break position I will again provide you with some motivation."
Sarah immediately resumed the pushup position. Her arms extended straight from the floor, her body maintained the pleasing straight lines that she was expected to display at all times. She gritted her teeth and lowered down and pushed up. As she straightened her arms she began to feel the familiar weakness, the terrible quivering. She remembered the pain of seconds ago but also the despair she had felt that she would fail. Sarah let out a loud grunt as she straightened her arms for her ninth pushup.
She gasped and struggled to breathe, the pain in her arms an throbbing ache. Her legs trembled, her asscheeks quivering under the tight blue panties. She had one more to go, just one more. She vowed to herself that she would do it no matter what. She took a deep breath and lowered her body to the floor, her nipples just brushed the floor and she struggled to raise her own weight. She passed the danger point as her elbows straightened but the final small movement was proving too much. Just a few more inches she begged her body.
"Right," she heard the teacher proclaim.
Sarah used every ounce of energy she had and pushed herself up. She had completed all ten, she would not get an infraction, she had not failed. The wasp stung again and she collapsed on the floor, clutching her thigh. The puffing teen scrambled to her feet and stood at attention, chest heaving as she struggled for breath, her face red from exertion. Beads of sweat had formed across her body and, much to her chagrin, Sarah also noticed that her nipples had hardened.
"Porter, one infraction for laziness. You took much longer than the allotted time. You did manage to finish the set however. See what a little motivation can do. That should be a lesson for all you sluts. Your bodies can always do more than you think. It is often not the body that is weak it is the mind, though in Porters case it seems they are competing against each other to see which is the weakest. When you think you cannot continue, that is when you need to find your inner reserves and push harder than before. I can guarantee you that the alternative is always going to be worse than any transitory pain you may feel."
"Shuttle sprints. I am sure you all know these, Cox back in line. Hand on the red line. Sprint across, touch the other red line and come back. Shuttle sprints, ten."
Sarah could not believe there would be no break. She had managed to get her breath back a little as her teacher spoke but she didn't know how she was going to do this next exercise.
SPREEP.
Eighteen girls raced across the room, their rubber soled shoes squeaking on the polished wooden floors. Sarah was easily the last of the pack, she just could not keep up.
'They are called sprints not dawdles. Run you lazy sluts."
The harassed schoolgirls picked up the pace. Sarah watched as her classmates began to pull away from her. She bit her lip and turned her focus inward. She thought of the disappointment she would bring to her teachers, she thought of the pain of the cane strokes that would result from a bad performance, she thought of Miss Rice frowning as she heard of her lack of commitment.
Sarah ran and ran, focusing only on the line in front of her, touch that, turn around and focus on the line in front of her. She was not even attempting to count, she just ran on instinct, watching her breathing and trying to move as fast as she could. As she approached the line again, the shrill whistle erupted in her ear. The strident noise startled her so much she almost lost her footing.
"Attention Porter. What do you think you are doing?"
Sarah struggled for breath. She needed to bend over, she needed to lie down. It took all of her willpower to remain standing and not rest her hands on her knees as she gasped and attempted to fill her lungs with air.
"Run...ing, shuttles... Ma'am," she stuttered between breaths.
"You were told to run ten. Why did you not stop?"
"Sorry Ma'am. I... lost count," replied the shocked girl. She could not believe that she had just kept running after everyone else had stopped.
"Another infraction for disobedience Porter, you had better get your act together. Over to the bench. Your gym bottles have been arranged for you so line up in order."
Sarah followed the sweating form of Murphy over to a bench situated at the far end of the room. As she got closer she could see eighteen small blue bottles lined up along the bench. She stood in front of the fourth from the left. The bottle looked similar to a normal water bottle but the lid was distinctly different. It looked almost like the plastic nipples at the top of a baby bottle.
"Drink. Keeping up your fluids is an important part of all exercise. Keep drinking until you are told to stop. Just as important as consuming fluids is the rate of intake. The natural tendency of a slut is to gorge herself and this is not conducive to a productive session."
Sarah leaned down and retrieved her bottle. It was cold to the touch, but all she focused on was the tip. She placed the clear plastic nipple in her mouth and sucked, instantly feeling the cool moisture trickle in to her mouth. Each suckle brought forth a little more liquid but she had to work for each drop. She kept suckling until she was told to stop and for all that effort she felt like she only really managed to get one or two mouthfuls but she was grateful for even that. All the girls replaced their bottles and turned to face their teacher.
"My name is Miss Vonn. I am your gym teacher. It is my responsibility to condition you to ensure your fitness and stamina is at the highest level to allow you to perform the duties of a slut without physical impediment. We have seen from the disgusting performance of Porter just how out of condition you sluts are. Most of you would struggle to complete a standard fuck session, let alone three or four."
Even after all that had happened today, Sarah had a hard time listening to her teacher talk this way. Fuck sessions? This was the reality of her new life? This kind of talk, and indeed eventually this kind of activity, was to be part of her everyday existence? She just didn't know how she could deal with that. She had never even had sex. She had never even seen a penis in real life. She felt ashamed just hearing a teacher mention it so casually, as if it was nothing. It may very well have been nothing to the teacher, but it was everything to Sarah. It was her life.
"After that very disappointing start we are going to begin your conditioning. First off you will run laps. Ten laps, alternating between running and duckwalking. One lap running back to this spot, then change to duckwalking. Cox front and centre. Squat down, hands on your knees. Now move. This is duckwalking. Single file. Everyone keeps up, if the line begins to stagger I shall motivate the weak link. Follow the yellow line. Ten laps."
SPREEP.
That damn whistle, Sarah cursed to herself. It was blown right next to her and she actually jumped in surprise. Olsen set a cracking pace. Sarah watched Murphy’s back as she ran, the beautiful white skin already beaded with sweat. Her gaze lowered to Murphy’s ass, covered by the brief blue shorts that clung to her curves like a second skin. She watched as the twin mounds of flesh bounced and jiggled as the young Irish teen ran. She wondered if Clark was watching her ass as well. Sarah noticed they were approaching the bench again and prepared to change into the duckwalk.
As Murphy squatted down she followed suit. Almost without breaking stride she began to waddle around the gym. She had not gone far when the realisation of how difficult this was going to be hit her. She tried to ignore the burning in her thighs and focused on Murphy's bouncing, burgundy ponytail. As they again approached the bench Sarah felt a wave of pride as she realised she had managed to keep up with the girl in front. Two laps down and she had kept pace.
As she straightened up to begin running the third lap the burning in her thighs intensified. Sarah's world became consumed by burning: her lungs burning for air, her muscles burning with fatigue, even the ache in her hardened nipples felt like they were being scorched by a naked flame.
Too soon the running lap morphed into a waddling lap, and again Sarah had kept pace with Murphy. As they approached the bench for the fifth time, Sarah heard a scream behind her. She didn't dare look but she could guess that one of her classmates had faltered and been shocked. She knew that pain and the very thought of it kept her running, desperate not to let Murphy get away.
On the sixth lap, the third during which she had to squat-walk around the gymnasium, the inevitable began. Sarah simply could not keep up. Her lack of fitness was telling once again. As the lap continued she began to fall further behind. As they approached the bench Murphy was a good six feet in front of her, the gap increasing every second. She watched for Miss Vonn, steeling herself for the 'motivation' she knew was coming.
As she waddled in she saw the teacher move towards her. As she straightened up to run Miss Vonn leaned in and shocked Sarah through the large opening in the front of her halter top. Pain exploded in her left breast, propelling her forward. She closed the gap with the girl in front in a matter of seconds. How obvious was that, she pondered as the sharp stinging sensation in her breast subsided. Miss Vonn was right, I was falling behind, I didn't think I could keep up but here I am back next to Murph. She vowed not to force Miss Vonn to motivate her anymore. She knew her body had limits. She knew she was horribly unfit but she would push herself to those limits and beyond. She knew Miss Vonn had a low opinion of her, the teacher had even used her as the benchmark for how bad the class was. She would make Miss Vonn proud of her yet.
The remaining laps went by without event for Sarah. She constantly struggled to keep in contact with Murphy, allowing the gap to widen slightly before spurring herself on and closing it again. The sweat was dripping off her now. Rivulets of moisture ran down her face, her breasts and her sides. Her bra and panties were wet with sweat, though this changed the material very little, only slightly darkening it in places.
The relief as they finally finished the laps was immense. Sarah attempted to control her breathing but she could not stop gasping for air. She stood at attention as best she could, her mouth gaping as she tried to get as much oxygen inside her as quickly as possible. Her knees twitched and shook as she attempted to remain upright at attention.
"Breathing is important. Slow breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Porter you look like a drowning fish. In through the nose, blow it out slowly through your mouth. That's right. In and out." Miss Vonn walked along the line of panting girls, assessing who was having the most trouble and who seemed to be coping with the punishing workout of their first gym lesson. "Drink."
Sarah turned to the bench and grabbed her bottle. She placed the nipple in her mouth and immediately began sucking. She desperately wanted that liquid and suckled as hard as she could while still fighting for breath. The fatigued schoolgirl soon realised that it did not matter how hard she sucked, only so much was going to come out. She settled down to a rhythm, trying to suckle as economically as she could, there was no need to waste so much energy to achieve the same result. Drinking in a rhythm also seemed to calm her and help with her breathing. Before she was told to stop she felt she had managed to get three or four good mouthfuls this time. Sarah replaced her bottle and stood back at attention, waiting obediently for the next challenge, hoping fervently she would be up to the task.
"Ok girls, step back to the bench and place your hands on the edge, hang your asses off the edge and put your legs out in front, feet flat, knees at right angles. We are going to work those triceps. Lower your asses to the ground, just touch and raise back up. Slowly and smoothly, ten."
SPREEP.
Sarah lowered her body slowly and touched her ass to the ground before raising her body back to the height of the bench. After the first full movement she could already feel the muscles at the back of her arm being worked. This exercise did not seem to be as bad as the others however and she managed to get through it and finish in time with her classmates.
"Right, back on the red line. Squat down, place your hands flat on the ground behind you, fingers facing away from your body. Now push your hips up, keep the arms straight, knees bent. Your body, from your knees to your head should form a straight line parallel with the floor."
Sarah pushed her hips up to the desired position. She needed to shuffle her hands and feet a little to keep the position but she soon managed to find her balance.
"Hold this position until told otherwise," commanded Miss Vonn as she walked down the line of stretched girls. She admired the taut young bodies, eager to test their potential and mould them into something to be proud of. She reached out and randomly caressed the girls as she past.
She could not resist Mitchell's tits, the large mounds sitting up off her chest, the ingenious support bra allowing the supine position to flatten them only a little. The teacher reached in and pushed beads of sweat around on the exposed flesh, dipping her fingers into the inviting crack between the malleable mounds. Miss Vonn smiled as Mitchell closed her eyes to the humiliation.
She moved on down the line of struggling teens, spotting Porter making a valiant effort to keep her body straight. The teacher leant down and patted the bulging mound of Sarah’s pussy, the lips spread by the seam so invitingly. It was like the panties were moulding themselves to reflect what was underneath. Sarah cringed at the easy way in which her body was used, the casual touch that held no hint of concern for her feelings. The self-loathing that swept through her at her submission to the intimate assault made her want to curl up into a ball in the corner.
“This position is one of many standard yoga positions. Some of you may have done Pilates in the past but that is just a trendy version of a much older discipline. At Harkwood you will be learning both Ki and Hatha Yoga, two different disciplines that will provide you with great flexibility and great strength. Not muscular strength, but strength of joint and strength of control. Ozawa straighten those arms.
“There are three key aspects to the physical conditioning of a slut: flexibility, stamina and control. We call this the trinity of condition. You need to be flexible to ensure your body can adopt any sexual position your partner desires. You need the stamina to be able to pleasure any who present themselves, with enthusiasm and skill no matter the timeframe. And you need control to enable you to hold positions, some of which are unstable and often uncomfortable, for as long and as often as your owner wishes.
“Today’s introductory class was a chance for me to assess your current state of condition. Hinka get that ass up. A very poor lot. Not one of you is closer than 30% of optimal condition. Of course you are untrained but even so, the sloppy state of your bodies is a disgrace to the current generation and a sad indictment on society. Schools like Harkwood are needed more now than ever and you are the perfect evidence of this.
“On your feet. Cox bring over that box from the bench. Now for the remainder of the lesson you will take a skipping rope and skip on the spot,” Miss Vonn explained as she walked down the line of girls, placing a coiled up rope in the hand of each girl.
Sarah took hers with trepidation. The little bundle of white rope and blue handles struck fear in her. She had not skipped a rope since she was a little girl and even then she was hopeless. She begged the gods of all things sporting that her coordination had magically improved over the years, despite her never really using, or needing, it.
SPREEP.
Sarah took a handle in each hand and shook out the rope. She stepped gingerly over the inert white line as it lay on the floor, as if was about to rise up and strike her. Here goes, the anxious teen thought to herself. Sarah spun her wrists in small circles, bringing the rope up behind her and straight into the back of her head. She immediately flushed crimson as she heard both Clark and Murphy giggle. Yes, she was sure it looked quite hilarious but she was even more sure that if she did not get this right, and quick, Miss Vonn would be making sure no one would be giggling.
Sarah focused more intently, obviously she needed to swing the rope with more speed. The next time she was successful in getting it over her head but she badly mistimed her jump and the rope smacked into her feet before she had a chance to properly lift them.
SPREEP.
“Cox and Porter, front and centre. All eyes on these two girls as you resume skipping.”
SPREEP.
Sarah’s colour deepened, her chest, neck and face mottling a deep crimson as the class stared at her as she attempted to skip. She knew she looked like a retarded pelican trying to take off but she was trying her best. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Cox, skipping competently, timing her jumps to perfection.
Being out in front of the class was actually beneficial to Sarah, she could see how all the other girls were doing it and she did her best to imitate their actions. She tried to put the humiliation out of her mind, tried to forget that she could not grasp such a basic activity as skipping rope. Her gaze flicked from girl to girl, trying to pick up any pointers she could. She was soon skipping, only faltering every third or fourth spin, mistiming her jump and lifting one of her feet a little too slow. As time wore on she began to get the hang of what she was doing but her muscles were tired and it seemed like she had been out of breath for the entire lesson.
Sarah looked at the exhausted row of girls skipping, their young nubile bodies bouncing, glistening with sweat. Mitchell was a sight to behold. Her large tits seemed like they were struggling to escape through the small open area in the front of her top. The support the sports bras provided was amazing, but no bra in creation could stop tits bouncing, especially not ones the size of Mitchell’s.
The sight of sixteen pairs of breasts bouncing and sixteen pairs of hard nipples made Sarah think of her own. Her nipples could be seen as two small bumps under her tight gym top. Not nearly as prominent as they were in her blouse, where almost the entire shape of the aureola was visible. The almost constant hardness of her nipples throughout the day was beginning to become a source of distress for the young schoolgirl. The growing desire to massage the poor aching nubbins of flesh was, at times, almost overwhelming.
“Tomorrow we will start our program. Each gym period will consist of 20 minutes of yoga to begin. Once you are warmed up, a cardio routine that will vary each day will last for 20 minutes. For the last 20 minutes we will do circuit training. As your bodies become trained and accept their conditioning the regime will evolve. Exercise in itself is fun and rewarding but for something a little extra we will be having games and events as well.
“In three months, the annual cross country is due. Seven schools compete in this event. Harkwood has a reputation to uphold. I expect a Trinity slut to place in the top five at the very least. You have gym five days a week, always the same period after lunch. On Saturday you have swimming scheduled.
“I will be working with each girl closely on her program and I will be monitoring your fitness and condition. Every slut has a different body shape and your patrons have some very specific ideas on the way they wish you to look. There are no grades in my class. It is pass or fail and if you fail then you stay until you pass. So simple a slut can understand. You have access to the Trinity gym after school hours and I will be ensuring each and every one of you makes full use of the facilities.
“Some of you have a lot of extra work in your futures,” finished the teacher, looking in Sarah’s direction.
Sarah’s face was red with exertion, the sudden flush of humiliation lost like a match on a fire. She was not going to be able to continue for much longer. It felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Her hair was plastered to her face and both her bra and panties were soaked. Every single muscle in her body ached, most of which she hadn’t even known existed an hour ago. Her vision was becoming slightly blurry, but whether this was from tears, sweat or exhaustion she did not know.
SPREEP.
Sarah all but collapsed on the floor. Her arms hung limply at her sides and she gasped for air, trying to breathe as she had been instructed but she felt this was not providing her with enough air. She had to resort to breathing through her mouth, panting noisily.
“Drink. Finish off your bottles.”
The girls moved to the bench and began drinking greedily. Sarah at least had the presence of mind to immediately move into her suckling rhythm, ensuring she got as much of the precious moisture as possible. She could only suck for a second or two before she needed to continue sucking oxygen into her lungs instead. Despite her terrible lack of cardio fitness she was the first girl to finish her bottle. She set it down on the bench and wondered what to do. The skipping rope still dangled from her left hand. Without knowing what she was supposed to do, Sarah fell back on the first thing she had learnt, standing at attention.
“Porter, tie up your rope, collect all the others and place them back in the box.”
Sarah rolled her skipping rope around her hands until it was in a tight coil. Before she could place it in the box she was almost deafened by the squealing whistle in her ear.
“Porter is that how the rope was issued to you?”
“Um, no ma’am,” replied the frightened girl, her ear still ringing.
“Tie up the rope as it was issued to you.”
Sarah uncoiled her skipping rope and stared at it as it dangled limply from her hand. She had no idea how it had initially been tied up, she hadn’t really taken much notice. She tried to think back but she had no idea.
“I am a slut ma’am,” she replied despondently, tears welling as she degraded herself with those terrible words for the first time.
“Give it to me,” Miss Vonn snapped. She quickly and efficiently coiled and then tied the rope in a neat, tight bundle. She then proceeded to unravel it once again before handing it back to the unfortunate girl.
“Tie up the rope as it was issued to you.”
Sarah did her best to copy what her teacher had done. She managed to coil and tie the rope but it was neither as neat nor as compact. She hoped that it was good enough as she looked expectantly at Miss Vonn.
“In the box, now collect the rest.”
Sarah went down the line of still panting girls, collecting their tied ropes and adding them to the box. All her classmates had finished their bottles of water and were now lined up at attention. Once the last rope was in the box Sarah joined the line and took her position.
"After each gym class you are to return to your dorm and shower before your next class. You have 20 minutes before your next class starts. There will be no bell for this class, your housemistress will direct you. We have a few moments before the end of class and we can't have you standing around idle. You can run laps until the bell rings, when it does finish the lap you are on and exit the room."
With that, Miss Vonn began to check each bottle to make sure every slut had consumed her assigned water. Olsen led the class in another punishing lap. Sarah hoped that the bell would ring very soon because she didn't think she could take much more, and this time she really meant it. Not even if she was shocked could she push herself much harder.
The exhausted schoolgirls completed one full lap but just as they passed the door the bell rang. Olsen ran even quicker to get back to the doorway. Sarah was now running flat out, as fast as she could, even so Murphy began to pull away from her. Luckily the door arrived before the gap became too noticeable. The girls quickly scanned their eartags and left the gym, forming up into two lines and making their way back to their dorm.
Sarah was tired, more tired than she could remember ever being in her entire life. Her arms and legs felt like lead and she wondered if she would ever catch her breath. She walked back to her dorm in a daze, dreading the fact that she would have to come back tomorrow and do it all again. The lines of girls stopped abruptly outside the lounge door. Miss Peach was waiting for them.
"Oh my, look at you girls. Did you enjoy your workout?"
"Yes Ma'am," the class intoned with a decided lack of enthusiasm.
"I know gym is tough but it is for your own good. Everything we do is for your own good. I know you all wish to be the best slut you can be and just being able to suck a cock does not a good slut make. You are expected at your next class at half past the hour but I like to get my girls to their next class as soon as possible. I am going to switch the hot water on now so you have ten minutes to clean yourselves. I don't want to see any slackers. Off you go."
The tired girls moved to the showers, scanning their tags along the way. Once again the small cloth bags were hanging from the hooks next to the door in the shower room. Sarah began to undress, glad for once to be rid of the clothes she was wearing. Her gym bra and panties were soaked. She more peeled them off than removed them and headed directly to the showers.
The gentle, warm water striking her skin was the best feeling Sarah thought she had ever experienced. She just stood under the shower for a minute or two just relaxing. Before she put on the exfoliating gloves, she ran her hand over her nipples, relieved beyond belief that they were finally going down. The gentle caresses felt amazing, something she had been dying to do for hours. It was only then that she noticed Murphy showering next to her.
"Hi Port, I didn't want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful," said her friend with a strained attempt at a smile.
"Thanks Murph. My nipples were really starting to ache. They got hard in biology and haven't gone down since."
"Yeah I noticed," replied Murphy, this time her smile was more genuine and held a touch of mischief.
"They have always been sensitive but these bras… Well Murph, I do like 'em, being so comfortable and all, but my nipples rub on my blouse and... Well it's ok if I'm not moving but how often has that been," Sarah explained as she put on her gloves and started washing herself.
"Port what are we going to do?"
"The best we can I guess," replied Sarah as she very gently washed her pussy and asshole. The skin was still very tender from the waxing and the rough material of the glove was only highlighting the tenderness.
"No Port that's not what I meant. What are we going to do about all this," Murphy said, exasperatedly grabbing her collar.
"But that's what I meant. What can we do? You heard them, they have been doing this for years. Our patrons signed us up, hell we signed us up Murph remember."
"You haven't given up have you Port? We have to think about this, we don't have time now but tonight after class we have to get together and figure this thing out. We can't become slaves and I am definitely not a slut. None of us are, well maybe Casta but she is definitely not like this."
"Yeah," Sarah replied without conviction. She agreed with her friend, she really did. It was just... some of the things her teachers had said kind of made sense. Hell she didn't know, she was so confused. When Miss Rice had put her mouth on her pussy... that was like... well she could not even describe it but surely only a slut would have felt that way. Now that she was out of class and away from her teachers it all sounded so wrong and bad but when she was there, in the moment well, it was different.
"Port you can't be..." Murphy was cut off by the shrieks of the girls around her as the hot water suddenly turned ice cold. The girls hurried out of the showers and dried themselves off with the rough towels provided. Sarah noticed that drying her neck was not a problem even with the collar, something she had been worried about the moment she stepped into the shower. The hairdryer slot was open again and Sarah hurriedly dried her hair as much as possible so she could get in early.
She watched the other girls jockey for position and she made sure she was near the front. She found herself next to Mitchell who stayed silent. All thoughts of being like Angelina Jolie obviously forgotten, Sarah guessed. Most of the girls were lost in their own thoughts, dealing with what had happened that day as best they could.
Sarah did not spend long drying her hair. She knew she was exposing her pussy as she did so and she was paranoid that the other girls would be staring at her, looking to see more of her cream. She hurried into the dorm to get dressed.
As She dressed in the same uniform she had on that morning she noticed a commotion in the dorm around her. She looked around as she slid her panties up her legs, resting them against her smooth and tender pussylips. They were still a little moist, a visible stain on the inside of the crotch and Sarah's cheeks instantly coloured a deep crimson at the thought of replacing these wet panties on her pussy.
A number of the girls around her had not started dressing. She looked at their beds, their clothes were gone. The distressed girls were looking around the dorm, at the other girls getting dressed, wondering what had happened.
"That's right you slovenly bitches. Your uniforms have been confiscated. When you undress, you fold your clothes neatly. You don't just throw them down like a lazy cunt. You four step out to the end of your beds.”
Sarah continued to watch as she dressed herself, glad that she had done the right thing. She already had a number of infractions and she simply could not afford more. She looked at Murphy and winced, her friend just pursed her lips and continued dressing.
"You have all earned an infraction for laziness but to earn back your clothes you must prove to me that you deserve them. Each of you will take three strokes of my crop," said Miss Peach, producing the wicked looking instrument from where it hung at her belt.
Miss Peach walked to Casta and handed her the crop. The bewildered teen took the instrument and held it as if it was radioactive.
"Casta you will apply the strokes to Mitchell's ass. Mitchell you will apply them to Clark, Clark will apply them to Manning and then we are back to Casta. This is your chance to show me that you deserve to wear the Harkwood uniform, remember that. Begin."
Casta turned slowly to Mitchell, who stood like a deer in the headlights, her naked breasts quivering in fear and uncertainty.
"Mitchell, turn around and face your bed."
Mitchell did as she was ordered. Not having the poor girl look at her made Casta's job much easier. Her resolve grew and she stepped up to the naked teen and brought the end of the crop down hard on Mitchell's asscheeks. The nude schoolgirl yelped and bumped forward into her bed. Casta pulled her arm back to strike a second time but was halted by Miss Peach.
"Mitchell, thank the slut. It is customary to thank those providing your corrections."
"Thank you slut," Mitchell whispered.
"Okay Casta, that one did not count as no one could tell if Mitchell appreciated it or not. Begin again."
Casta again brought the crop down hard on Mitchell's buttocks. The loud splat reverberating around the room.
"Thank you slut," Mitchell all but yelled.
Casta wasted no time in dispensing the last two strokes, Mitchell making sure she thanked her punisher so everyone could hear. When she had finished the trembling French girl handed the crop to Mitchell who took it and turned to Clark.
Mitchell strode over to Clark who immediately turned away and presented her bare ass to be punished. Sarah watched the girl in the bed next to hers as she prepared herself to receive the correction. She had screwed her face up in anticipation of the pain and Sarah desperately wanted to hold her, comfort her in any way.
Mitchell swung the crop into the fleshy mounds of Clark's ass. From the sound alone, every girl in the class knew the crop had hardly made contact. Instead of the loud smack it was simply a muted slap.
"Begin again Mitchell, that was atrocious. You could not have swatted a fly with that attempt. The slut before you has performed poorly. Do you not think she needs to be punished?
"Yes Ma'am," Mitchell replied hesitantly.
"Then show this class that you believe that," Miss Peach coached.
Mitchell stood to one side of Clark and planted her feet with purpose. She swung the crop and this time the noise echoed around the dorm. Clark screamed and threw her hands forward onto her mattress to stop herself from falling over.
"Thank you slut," she managed to squeak through the pain.
Mitchell swung again and again Clark screamed. Sarah could see that Mitchell was putting everything she had into each swing. Luckily we just had gym and much of her strength had been used, Sarah thought. The last stroke landed on Clark’s ass, but with much less power. It was harder than the first weak attempt but not by much. Sarah could see Mitchell was crying and she was sure the lack of effort on the final swing was due to a mental failing and not a physical one.
After Clark thanked her, Mitchell handed the crop to the recently beaten girl and the process was repeated with Manning and then Casta. Manning seemed to take special pleasure in punishing Casta. Each stroke was hard and well placed on the same spot on Casta's left buttock, leaving an inflamed red patch on the tender mound of teenage flesh.
"Thank you slut," moaned Casta after her last stroke had landed. She took the offered crop from Manning and handed it back to Miss Peach.
"You girls may now dress, your uniforms are under your pillows. Mitchell, you obviously did not really want to wear a uniform. You failed to convince anyone here that you believed in the punishment you were tasked with giving. That is a responsibility Mitchell and one which you abused. You have another infraction for lack of respect and you will not be wearing your blouse to class this afternoon."
Mitchell's sobs began afresh as she dressed herself, looking longingly at her blouse, neatly folded on her bed, as she did so. Sarah watched, fascinated, as the large-breasted teen stopped dressing as she adjusted her large tits into her bra. She felt sorry for Mitchell. Her uniform had become something sacred to Sarah in such a short time. She would hate to be denied any piece of it. It was strange, she thought, how Mitchell almost looked more vulnerable and naked by being half clothed. She could not take her eyes off the girl's udders as she walked, the way they bounced and jiggled within the support of her half-cup bra was mesmerising.
"Form up outside the lounge, because of these four sluts you only have about two minutes to get to class."
There was a mad scramble to get scanned and through each door and in line outside Miss Peach's room. From Sarah's position in line she could not see Mitchell's udders but the bare back, with just the bra straps across it still drew her attention. Mitchell had two little dimples in the small of her back, just above the waist of her small skirt. Sarah had these too and had always considered them kind of cute. She had not thought about it much before, probably because she had always found Mitchell to be a little annoying, but she was an amazingly attractive girl. All the girls were of course, but Mitchell's figure really made her stand out. Now that Sarah thought about it, if she had any talent she could easily have become a Hollywood star, hell even if she had no talent she was sure to have become famous Sarah laughed to herself.
"Move off, I will see you after classes this afternoon."
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