The Great Scot: Chapter 5 - The First Night

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Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely in the perverted mind of the reader.

Melanie sat down on Megan's bed, which was most centrally located, and the other girls sprawled on the neighboring beds and listened attentively as she laid out the program for the next day.

"Wake up is at 5:30 A.M. There will be a loud bell that will ring about every 5 seconds for a minute or so. There is a loudspeaker in every room so you will hear it. If somebody manages to sleep through it, somebody else better wake her up or the whole room will get paddled at breakfast. Everybody get up, make your beds, get washed and dressed and be ready to move out by 6:15. At 6:15, I will show up and do a quick inspection and then we go to breakfast. Breakfast starts at 6:30 and runs until 7:30. We will sit at the same table as we did at dinner tonight. That will be our table as long as you are together here in this dorm room."

"After breakfast we will go to the classroom wing and you will begin a series of academic tests. Those of you who did not finish high school will take a GED screening test and those who did will take SAT tests. There will be other tests as well. As long as you are working for the Great Scot, you will be studying something. We have high school teachers, college level instructors and even a home-study MBA program if anybody has finished college. This year we have two girls at universities finishing their MBA's on Mr. McNab's scholarship money. One of them came here with 3 years of high school and one had a year of college. So the opportunity is there if you take advantage of it."

Tami was beginning to see why the older girls were willing to put up with all the silly costumes and the spankings. An MBA!! Tami had never thought of that or anything like it. Even college had been a wild dream.

Melanie continued, "Lunch will be at 12:00 noon. You will have a break until 1:30 to take care of room chores, laundry and other personal stuff. There is a small shop in the West corridor where you can buy personal items you need. Each of you has a $25.00 credit now and you will be able to transfer more money in later. Just don't go overboard on the junk food. You will have weekly weigh-ins. After lunch you will be measured for your regular uniforms and you will be issued shoes, socks and underwear. Then you will have free time until dinner. Any questions?"

Jennifer raised her hand. "Where can we go and what can we do on our free time?"

Melanie thought for a moment. "Well, for the first week you are restricted to the mansion. You wouldn't want to go out in those bunny suits anyway. There are rec rooms in the basement with exercise equipment, table tennis, pool tables and that sort of thing. The blue book on the desk lists what's available and who qualifies for what. Some of the stuff is reserved for staff and the older girls, but you can join in their activities if you are invited. There is a library, a computer center and a TV lounge in the Senior Girls wing. There is also a room with a VCR and some tapes. Older girls are allowed to check out TV's and VCR's for their rooms, but you can't do that while you are in the 5-bed rooms. Check the blue book for other stuff. Most of it is off limits to you right now, but you will get more privileges gradually."

Melanie stood up. "It's 8:35 now, Lights out at 9:30. Get a good night's sleep because tomorrow will be a busy day and 5:30 will come very early for some of you who are used to sleeping in."

After Melanie left the room, here was silence for a few seconds and then everybody started to talk at once. They giggled and fell silent again. Finally, Caroline piped up, "I wish they told us about the tests earlier. We could have studied for them."

Tami laughed. "Yeah, right! Like any of us would really have studied! You know damn well they are gonna hafta paddle our asses to get us to study at all. If we coulda done it on our own we wouldn't be here."

Megan looked thoughtful. "Do you think they meant it about the college and the MBA? I mean, that's a pretty big thing and college is very expensive."

"Yes, but most of college expenses are for like food and rooms and stuff," Tami pointed out. "We already have that here as part of the job. And the teachers are probably part time - just making a few extra bucks in their spare time. So it's not like there was a lot of overhead or whatever."

"That's true," Heather said. "But how much time will we really have for schoolwork if we have to work in the store?"

Jennifer was reading the blue book. "Well it says here that we work five 8 hour days a week and have school for the sixth day and the seventh day is free time."

Tami thought a minute. "Well the Great Scot stores are open seven days a week. Does that mean we get odd days off or what?"

Jennifer turned the page. "Says here that the shifts rotate so some girls get class on each day and we get different days off. It depends on what subjects you are studying."

Tami sighed. "Well I hope I can get back into the studying mode. Somehow I have the feeling that girls who don't do well on tests are gonna wind up with sore bottoms."

Heather grinned mischievously. "Maybe you'll get lucky and wind up in a class with Walter."

Tami blushed. "Why would you say that?"

Jennifer chimed in, "We all saw you making goo goo eyes at him. But don't let Melanie see it - she'll blister your bottom good!"

Tami thought briefly about standing on her dignity but instinct prevailed and she whapped Jennifer full in the face with the nearest pillow. Within seconds the room was filled with flying pillows and squealing girls. When all the pillows were out of reach and the girls lay gasping and giggling on their beds, Tami looked at the clock.

"Hey it's 9:20 - better get washed and into bed before somebody catches us up late and blisters ALL our butts."

There was a frantic dash for the bathroom and an equally frantic dash to recover the pillows and straighten out the beds, but all the other girls were in bed when Tami turned off the room lights at 9:32. Fortunately, it seemed that two minutes was within allowable limits because nobody showed up to spank them.

There was a few minutes of whispered exchanges and occasional giggles, but they were all tired from the traumatic events of the day and all were sound asleep by ten o'clock.

Tami was jolted into wakefulness by the most annoying buzzing sound she had ever heard. As she sat up abruptly in the bed, she was momentarily disoriented. "What is that noise? Where am I? Who are these girls?"

As her head cleared, she noticed Caroline stripping off her jammies and making a dash for the bathroom. Remembering the small number of facilities there, Tami was quick to join her. Megan and Jennifer were close behind, but Heather was still asleep. "Jen, wake up Heather!" Tami shouted as she plunged into the shower.

When she emerged from the shower and toweled herself off, Tami noted with dismay that Heather was still asleep. How she could sleep with that buzzer going off every five seconds was beyond Tami's imagination. Shaking the sleeping girl did no good, so Tami went to the bathroom and filled a small cup with cold water. A few drops on Heather's face brought her bolt upright in bed, sputtering indignantly.

"Get into the bathroom and get showered and dressed," Tami said firmly. "If you are late we all get paddled!!"

The girls scrambled to get their clean jammies on and the room straightened up. When Melanie opened the hallway door promptly at 6:30, all five girls were dressed and the room was neat. Melanie gazed around and nodded at Tami. "Good work, kitten," she said with a smile. "I think you have them under control."

Tami flushed, but smiled back and the girls filed out in an orderly manner behind Melanie. There were no spankings at the breakfast meal, but the four girls who had been spanked the previous evening were "showing off" their bare bottoms and the marks were still visible.

Find out what happens next in The Great Scot: Part VI - Dinner and Entertainment

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