The Great Scot: Chapter 2

The story you are about to read is fiction.
Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely in the perverted mind of the reader.

Monday morning came early for Tami and she was up by six AM packing the last-minute things and throwing the bedding and dirty clothes into a laundry bag. She had filled the two suitcases but wasn't sure what to do with the dirty laundry so she left the bag next to her suitcases. She nuked some breakfast pizza so there would be no dirty dishes.

At 8:30, there was a knock on her door. Diane Randolph stood there with two husky young men in Great Scot coveralls.

Diane surveyed the boxes and bags in the living room and smiled. "Well, you were ready for us, anyway. Give your apartment key to Frank and I will take one of your suitcases."

"What about the laundry?" Tami asked. "Does that count toward my two bags?"

Diane smiled maternally. "No child, bring it along. You can do it at the mansion and take all the extra stuff down to the storage locker later."

Tami followed Diane down the stairs and out to the street where a large van and a small school bus waited at the curb. Both vehicles were painted green and white with the Great Scot logo on the side.

"OK, Tami - into the bus," Diane said. "The boys will pack your stuff and take it out later - we have lots of stuff to do today."

Tami climbed onto the bus and stashed her bags on some empty seats in the rear. Diane climbed into the driver's seat. There were four other girls about Tami's age already on the bus. "Girls, this is Tami. Tami this is Caroline, Jennifer, Heather and Megan. Sort yourselves out on the way."

As the bus rolled out of Tacoma and down I-5, the five girls introduced themselves to each other. They were all between 19 and 25 and they were all more than a little scared at the prospects ahead. Only Tami had witnessed an actual spanking, but they were all sure there would be more ahead. After passing over the Nisqually River, the bus turned off on a rural road and made a series of turns that left everybody confused. Finally, Diane pulled into the driveway of a huge old house and ordered everybody off the bus.

Three girls in Lassie uniforms were standing by the entrance. Tami recognized Debbie Sue from McNab's office but the other two were strangers. Diane nodded at the group. "Sandy, Debbie and Leslie will get your stuff up to your rooms, but you girls follow me now."

The entranceway led to a beautiful marble and mahogany foyer with a grand staircase and three hallways leading off in different directions. "This used to be an exclusive girl's school until the McNabs bought it in 1978. Since then, several hundred girls like you have been through the program here and most of them have gone on to successful lives. There are three wings here. The South corridor to your left leads to the classroom areas, the West corridor behind the staircase leads to the senior girl's dorm and the North corridor goes to the junior girl's dorm, which is where you will start out. The staff and the McNabs live on the second and third floors."

Diane led them to a long, wide room near the end of the corridor. "This will be your room for the first three months. Later you will go to single or double rooms as you progress. Each of you has a bed, a footlocker and two wall lockers. One of the wall lockers is for your uniforms. It is subject to inspection at any time and must be kept absolutely clean and orderly. The other wall locker is for your personal clothing and the foot locker is for underwear, toiletries, cosmetics, etc. Neither of these lockers are subject to inspection, but you must be sure that the outsides are clean and neat. There is a laundry bag in the footlocker, it will be kept under your bed along with your shoes."

"There is a bathroom at the end of the room. It contains one bathtub, one commode, two sinks and two mirrors. The five of you will learn to share it equitably or reap the consequences. There are two desks with computers and a five-drawer file cabinet. Each of you will have a desk drawer and a file drawer for your schoolwork and personal papers."

Diane's face took on a serious expression. "Girls, the most difficult part of your stay is about to begin. This next week may well be the most trying time some of you will ever have. You will have no freedom and many people will be telling you what to do and where to go. You will be harassed, embarrassed, perhaps humiliated. But you will learn from it and grow Every girl who has passed through this process goes through the same thing and the staff is quite used to it. I went through it myself over 10 years ago and it changed my life. I hope it does the same for you. Look upon it as a second birth process"

She glanced at her watch. "It is now 10:14. At 10:45, Melanie Francis, one of our senior girls will be here to take you to the infirmary for your medical examination. You will now remove all of your clothing, put it into the lockers or the laundry bag as appropriate, go to the bathroom and clean yourself up as necessary. At 10:45 you will be standing in a row at the front of the room waiting for Melanie to lead you out."

There was a murmur of dismay and Heather squeaked out. "Completely naked, Ma'am?"

"Completely naked," Diane stated firmly. "Like your first birth, you will start this new phase of your childhood naked. No underwear, socks, shoes or anything. Not even earrings or hair bows. And wash all the makeup off your faces. Now - scoot!!"

As Diane left the room, the five girls looked at each other in dismay. To her amazement, Tami was the first to speak. "Well, girls, I guess this is the choice we made. I'm not gonna chicken out now." She tossed her purse onto her bed and began pulling off her jeans.

With a few sniffles and squeals, the other girls followed suit and soon all five were nude, refreshed and squeaky clean. All except for Caroline. She had shed all of her clothing except for a rather flimsy pair of bikini panties.

"Come on, Caro," Jennifer urged. "Take off your panties like the lady said or you'll be in trouble."

"No way," Caroline said stubbornly. "Bad enough to walk around topless, but I am not going to march through this house full of strangers with a bare bottom."

At that moment, the door opened and a tall, dark haired young woman dressed in a Lassie uniform walked in. Her hair ribbon was dark green, she had a green armband on her left sleeve and she carried a wooden paddle in her right hand. The paddle was about 15 inches long, three inches wide and about 3/4th inch thick. It looked impressive and so did the girl carrying it.

She looked sternly at the five smaller girls standing in line. "My name is Melanie. For the next three months you will address me as 'Miss Melanie' or 'Ma'am.' I am a Senior Girl, twenty-seven years old and I will be your Big Sister for your initial training period."

Melanie shook her head in resignation. "I see we have one potential rebel already." She pointed the paddle at the suddenly trembling Caroline. "What is your name, girl?"

"C-c-c-caroline, Ma'am," the frightened girl stammered out. "Caroline Higgins."

"No last names," Melanie snapped. "For your initial training period you will be addressed by your first name or as 'girl.' Is that clear to everybody?"

Five heads nodded assent.

"Come here Caroline," the older girl snapped.

Caroline reluctantly stepped forward and stood in front of the Senior Girl.

"Bend over and place your hands on your knees." Melanie looked at the other girls. "This is 'The Position.' Whenever you are told to 'Assume The Position,' you will do so immediately, no matter where you are or who else may be present. Clear?"

Four heads nodded. Caroline squeaked out a "Yes Ma'am."

Melanie reached over and grabbed Caroline's panties at the waistband and pulled them down to her knees. Caroline squealed again but did not move.

"Caroline will receive a dozen strokes of the paddle for disobedience. Since it is her first offense, I will be lenient. But if she moves her hands off her knees or tries to straighten up, two strokes will be added for each offense."

Placing her hand on Caroline's back, Melanie drew back the paddle and slammed it into the girl's bottom. Caroline let out a yelp of pain and her hands came off her knees as she began to straighten up.

"That's two more, child," Melanie stated calmly. "Now try to take the rest like a big girl instead of a baby."

The paddle rose and fell in a measured sequence as Melanie spanked the quivering cheeks to a rosy glow. One additional slip of the hands resulted in a total of sixteen blows smacking into the sobbing girl's blazing rear. When it was over, Caroline was allowed to stand and rub her bottom.

"Now, each of the rest of you will receive three strokes for failing to ensure that your sister complied with the rules." She pointed the paddle at Tami. "You first."

Tami stepped forward and bent over apprehensively. This was her first spanking in 15 years and she wanted to show how brave she was in front of the other girls. This resolution lasted right up until the second that the first stroke landed straight across both cheeks, right above the line where buttock meets thigh.

Tami screeched like a banshee, grabbed her wounded bottom with both hands and stumbled forward, almost landing flat on her face. Melanie laughed out loud and she heard several nervous titters from the other girls.

Melanie was no amateur at the discipline game. Having been briefed by Diane that Tami was likely to be the natural leader of the group, Melanie had pulled her punches with Caroline and put every ounce of her strength into the first, perfectly aimed spank on exactly the right part of Tami's bottom.

The next four strokes were almost as hard, but Tami gritted her teeth and stood still, even though the waves of pain from her battered bottom wracked her entire body. Through her tears she could have sworn she saw a brief nod of approval from Melanie as the older girl turned to administer the three strokes each to the other girls.

Caroline had hastily stashed her panties in her laundry bag as the others received their spankings and all five girls stood in line with bare red bottoms and awaited instructions.

"OK, girls," Melanie announced as she opened the door. "Follow me and stay in line."

She stepped out into the hall and the five naked girls followed her dutifully down the corridor and into the foyer, which was now - to their dismay - filled with people.

Find out what happens next in The Great Scot: Part III - Medical Exam

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