Lesson Number One
© 1999 Mary Catherine Whitney
All Rights Reserved.
(A Nonspank Story)

Immediately following Mary's interview at The Reformatory The office door closed behind Mary Catherine. Biting her lower lip she walked slowly over to the closet and opened the door. There was a single garment bag hanging on the rod and a small bag and box underneath it on the closet floor. Mary reached for the zipper on the bag and slowly lowered it. Mary's eyes widen . . . she'd seen the other girls wearing their uniforms as she walked through the Reformatory to the office on the second floor, but seeing it close up . . . knowing in a few minutes she'd actually be wearing it . . . it seemed very, VERY small at the moment. It was amazing that it covered anything at all.

She slowly unbuttoned her blue striped Ralph Lauren oxford dress shirt with shaking hands and hung it on one of the extra hangers. She took a deep breath and pulled the uniform out of the bag and hung it on the back of the door. She kneels down and opens the shoebox, "Oh my god," she thinks, "I'll be lucky if I don't break my neck trying to walk in those things. She realizes that she won't be doing all that much walking while she's wearing the shoes and that thought causes her to blush furiously. The small bag on the floor yields her undergarments and accessories . . . they really thought of everything here.

She finishes undressing slowly . . . every moment that passes leaves her a little less certain that she can actually do this. Taking a deep breath she pulls out the white cotton thong and steps into it, pulling the panties up over her hips. It's a size smaller than she'd normally wear and the tiny thong molds to the tender regions between her thighs and bottom, making her uncomfortably aware of her exposed state. She slips on the bra next . . . it's slightly too small as well, pushing her breasts firmly together and upward until she's practically spilling out of the top. She always wondered what she'd look like with more cleavage . . . turning to see herself in profile she has to admit it's quite impressive!

She removes the stockings from the small bag, careful not to snag them. They're a cross between knee-highs and thigh highs. They're a crisp white, slightly opaque and stop about two inches above the kneecap. Stepping into the plaid skirt and pulling it up over her hips she realizes just what a gap there is between the stockings and her skirt. She blushes at just how much leg she's showing and her blush deepens as she realizes there's no way to bend over in the skirt without exposing a good portion of her bare bottom!

The top comes next . . . a tiny, midriff baring, oxford shirt buttoned low showing off her chest. It ties just below her breatsts, her flat tummy being exposed and her belly button showing. She pulls her hair back into a high neat ponytail on top of her head. She hears a knock on the door . . . Miss Hanson and the trainer who's going to break Mary Catherine in. Mary quickly steps into the penny loafers with the highest heel she's ever seen. It feels as though she's walking on her tiptoes! She turns, takes a quick look in the mirror, gasping slightly. She looks so different . . . like a schoolgirl, yet not at all like one. If she had to describe how she looked she'd have to say naughty . . . very, very naughty.

The door opens and Miss Hanson walks in, the trainer behind her. He's in his early to mid thirties, good looking, tall, athletic, well dressed. Mary's thoughts are confirmed as her new boss orders her to walk across the room and show off her new uniform. She blushed when she ordered Mary Catherine to bend over to see just how high the skirt raised in the back and she could feel the cool breeze on her cheeks. "Hold it a minute Mary, yes, just like that. Shift your weight a little bit onto your left foot so we get a really good peek at what's underneath." "Hmmmmm, yes, she looks deliciously naughty, doesn't she Christian?" "Oh yes, Paige . . . I'd say you did very well this time. You'll have your clients lining up around the block in order to spend time with her." Christian walks over to Mary Catherine, tipping up her chin, "Ready to start training kitten?" Mary pales as he firmly takes her hand and begins to lead her out the door toward the stairs leading toward the main room. Mary stiffens, struggling. The idea of "training" sounded scary enough . . . but there were people out there!

Christian stops as Mary Catherine fights him. "Well Paige . . . she's going to be a little brat as well. VERY rebellious I'd say. You'll be able to play that up." He looks at Mary. "Tell me if I'm mistaken kitten . . . you DO want to work here don't you? It's your choice young lady. No one is going to force you to do this, but we're not about to play games with you either. This is a business. We provide our clients a very special service . . . and more specifically, YOU provide our clients with a very special service. It's one that you're going to be paid very well for kitten and they expect you to be well trained. Now, to be trained, you need to go outside to play. Understand?"

Mary nods, a stream of tears rolling down her cheeks. "I, I . . . I understand Sir. It's just . . . I mean . . . can't you do my training here?" "I don't know if I'm ready to go out there yet." Paige looks between Christian and Mary Catherine. "We can start in here I think Christian . . . at least for the first part of this." Christian nods pointing at the chair she'd sat in during her interview. "Fine," he says briskly. "Ok kitten, I want you over there for lesson number one . . ."

Five minutes later Mary Catherine is back on her feet in tears and she feels Christian give her a small hug. "There we go kitten, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" It was that bad, but Mary merely shook her head. How could she ever do this out there with other people? Christian sees the young girl in front of him is upset. Most of them are when they first start working at the Reformatory. He knew he was playing rough with Mary Catherine's emotions, but that was his job. To toughen the girls up just enough to give the clients what they wanted without letting their emotions get in the way. The hysterics needed to be left behind in training.

This one could be very good he thought. Paige had told him her story while Mary changed and he knew Mary Catherine was only here for the money, but he could tell just by looking at her. With the right man . . . she could come to like this a great deal. She certainly WAS tempting . . . and not just physically . . . she had just enough innocence blended with that rebellious streak to make her VERY attractive. For a moment he wished that Mary were a girl he had met on a blind date instead of on the job. Paige had very strict rules about trainers seeing her girls away from the Reformatory. This one though . . . he felt himself grow slightly aroused . . . god, he'd LOVE to break the rules with her!

He brings his hand up to rub her cheek. "Shhhh kitten, it's ok. Come on, you need to calm down a little. The tears are very sweet and we'll want to see them sometimes . . . but they weren't half as sweet as all that squirming and pleading you did for me. Now, ready to try again?" Gulping and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand Mary nods.

Lesson number one is repeated half a dozen times before it's completed to Paige and Christian's satisfaction. Setting her on her feet a final time, Christian says, "Very good Mary, relax for a moment. Do you want a glass of water or a soda?" Mary nods—still red-faced with embarrassment, but regaining her composure somewhat. After all, she told herself, this was a job . . . it didn't mean she had to like what was going on and despite how it made her feel there was nothing wrong with this, she wasn't breaking the law or anything like that. "Yes please, water would be nice."

Christian looks at her, "Sure thing kitten, all you have to do is go downstairs to the bar and bring it back, ok?" Mary blushes furiously. "To the bbbbbarrr. Uhmm, that's ok, I, I'm not that thirsty after . . . after all." He laughs, "Yes you are kitten . . . I can tell how you are just by looking at your face. You need a chance to cool down a little. Now go on and get your drink. You're not in full uniform yet so no one is going to bother you. Our clients know the rules." When you get back we'll move on to lesson number two.

Mary bites her lip and walks over to the door. She puts her hand on the knob and taking a deep breath she turns it and slips through the door, closing it behind her. She had a feeling this was lesson number two and was already dreading her impending lesson number three . . .

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