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The girls looked around the dorm room and saw that their suitcases were standing next to their beds. Suddenly the urge to be clothed at last was overwhelming and they all dashed to unpack. "Hold it, girls," Melanie shouted. "Let me explain the clothing rules." Each girl sat on her bed and looked at Melanie. More rules!

"When you unpack, all of your 'civilian' clothing must go in your private wall locker or your foot locker. Anything else will go into your storage locker. For the next month, you will have no need for party clothes of any kind or fancy lingerie, so put all that back into your suitcases. I suggest you keep a few pairs of jeans, shorts and simple tops and T-shirts. Also workout or gym clothes and sneakers. You will not be allowed any kind of makeup the first month, so put all that away. Keep your face and bath soap, deodorant, shampoo and sanitary items - no perfume, bubble bath or that sort of thing."

"Tomorrow you will be fitted for your regular uniforms. Until these are ready, you will wear the jammies that are sitting on top of your footlocker. There are three sets for each of you. You will wear nothing underneath them."

There was a murmur of dismay at that statement.

Melanie smiled maliciously, "If you don't like the jammies, you don't have to wear them. Of course you will be more conspicuous running around bare-bottomed for another day, but that's your choice. There is also a pair of slippers at the foot of each bed."

"Your dirty clothes, including the clothes you wore here today, go in the laundry bag under your bed. On the desks are marking pens with indelible ink. Put your first initial and the last four digits of your Social Security Number onto each piece before you put it into the bag. The bags are collected on Mondays and Thursdays by girls who have that job for the month. Normally, you will pick up your clean laundry on Tuesday and Friday evenings before dinner."

"Now sort out your stuff and get cleaned up and put on your jammies. I will be back here to escort you to dinner at 5:45 sharp. Be ready or be prepared for the consequences."

Tami hoisted one of her suitcases onto the bed and was starting to sort through its jumbled contents when she heard a wail of dismay from Caroline. "These jammies have FEET in them!! And a FLAP in the back. And BUNNIES!!"

Tami winced, "Please don't let it be real," she whispered. But it was. The jammies were like ski pajamas only worse. There were feet with a heavy cloth sole on the bottom. The pants had a flap in the back and the tops had pictures of bunnies and kittens and puppies. They were fuzzy and pink and had "TAMI" embroidered on both back and front - with little kittens holding up the name banner in their paws. Any four-year old girl would have loved them. A nine-year old would have been insulted. Tami was speechless.

Caroline was sobbing on her bed. "That did it!! We ARE babies! Next thing they will put us in diapers and rub baby oil on our b-b-bottoms! An-an-an and find some 12-year old boy to change our diapers."

Tami, sat down next to Caroline and hugged her. "Come on, Caro. This is all a big game. It's like joining a sorority. They make you do all sorts of silly things and they spank you with their paddles, but then you get to join the sorority and be one of them."

Tami hoped fervently that she was right. She had heard about sorority initiations and it sounded like what the girls had described, so maybe this would only be a few days of misery and they could all be sisters. Somehow, though, she doubted it.

Forgetting their suitcases, the girls scrambled to put on their jammies. Maybe they weren't THAT bad. There were groans and some more tears when they realized it wasn't THAT bad - it was WORSE! The jammies had obviously been designed to embarrass any girl over the age of six. The tops did not reach down to the waist and the bottoms barely cleared the hips, leaving bare skin between. The back flaps were cut from side seam to side seam and fastened only at the extreme ends with loosely attached buttons. The cuts extended down past the junction between thigh and buttock so that a good half of each girl's bottom cheek was visible on each side.

Worse yet, the top of the flap sagged in the middle, so anybody standing behind her could clearly see her bottom crack and the top of each buttock cheek.

Tami shrugged and resolved that she would NOT cry. She had spent half the day bare-bottomed with God knows how many strangers laughing at her. She had been prodded, fondled, inspected and spanked by more strangers and she had made it through. If this was the test, Tami was going to pass it. Twenty-three years as a child was too damn long.

Whatever it took, Tami would leave this house and this job as a grown-up. No more taunts of "Tami, grow up!" "Why can't you act your age?" "Can't I trust you to do ANYTHING?" "How could you have forgotten..." "Don't you have any sense of responsibility?"

Tami looked at the other four girls. "Well are you gonna prove to these assholes that we ARE babies? Just stand here blubbering? Well, I'm not. Let's get this shit put away and get some chow. We missed lunch and I am starving."

As the five girls scrambled to straighten up the room, one thing was clear. Room 145 had a leader.

When Melanie opened the door to Room 145, she was mildly surprised to see the five girls lined up, in their PJ's, waiting to go to dinner. Tami gave her a solemn salute. "Room 145 is dressed and ready for dinner, Ma'am."

Melanie giggled and returned the salute. "Very good, Corporal Tami. OK, girls, follow me."

The cafeteria was located in large room, which also served as an auditorium. There was a small stage at one end and short corridors leading to and from the kitchen. Melanie led the girls through one door and past a serving line. Food was served buffet style and Tami was pleasantly surprised at the amount and quality of food available.

Melanie led the group back to a corner table in the back of the main room. Tami noticed that almost all the girls on the lower level were dressed in the same uniform as Melanie, but a few here and there were wearing jammies like herself and the other new girls.

"Miss Melanie," she asked, "Who are the other girls in jammies, are they new too?"

Melanie shook her head, "No, those are girls who are up for punishment tonight or on punishment for demerits."

"Demerits?" Heather was concerned. "Nobody said anything about demerits."

"If you mess up, you can get spanked on the spot or you can get demerits or sometimes both," Melanie explained. "Demerits are usually for stuff like having something wrong with your uniform, not cleaning your room or being late for a meal or the work bus. Spankings are for bratting off or screwing up at work and stuff like that. If you get enough demerits you get a spanking at dinner and you have to wear the bunny jammies for a few days."

Caroline looked worried. "Does that mean we are all gonna get spanked tonight in front of everybody?"

Melanie smiled. "No, none of you will get spanked at dinner tonight. I think a couple of other girls will though."

Jennifer grinned, "Did you ever get spanked at dinner, Miss Melanie?"

Melanie nodded ruefully, "Many times, Jennifer. As you and all the other girls will find out soon enough. Look, if we were mature enough not to ever mess up, we wouldn't be here in the first place. Actually, getting spanked here is not too bad; its just the staff and other girls. When you get your first spanking in the store in front of the other employees or maybe customers, now THAT is embarrassing.!"

Megan gasped, "They will spank us in the store too?"

Melanie nodded, "Yep, they can and they will if you mess up there."

The girls ate most of the rest of the meal in silence, each contemplating their possible reactions to being spanked in public. Few had ever been spanked since early childhood and none had ever been spanked in the presence of anybody but family or schoolmates.

The dining room filled up fairly rapidly and Tami could see fifty or sixty girls in uniform on the lower level. There were about a dozen men and women on the stage eating and she assumed these were the staff. She recognized Walter at one end of the main table, but nobody else was familiar. She smiled and almost waved at him, but realized that could mean demerits - and Melanie might not like it, either.

As the meal drew to an end, two girls came up on stage and placed a heavy straight-backed chair in the center of the stage. The on-stage diners moved their own chairs to the left and right so as to have a good view of the prospective entertainment. Several, including Walter, moved down onto the main floor and sat at vacant seats with the uniformed girls.

A tall women apparently in her mid forties came out and read from a sheet of paper. "Mary Louise Carter, Sandra Mendoza, Cathy Thatcher and Susan Parker, come up onto the stage."

Four girls in bunny jammies got up from various parts of the room and slowly made their way up the short flight of stairs to the stage. All looked nervous and one was starting to cry already. The four formed a line to the right of the chair and faced away from the audience, reaching back and unbuttoning the flaps on their jammies as they did so. The audience was treated to the sight of four bare bottoms, with only a slight pinkish blush on them at the moment.

A tall, grey-haired man carrying a medium sized wooden paddle walked out on stage and stood beside the older woman. She then announced the first name on the list. "Mary Louise Carter, 32 Demerits"

The first girl, a short blonde who looked about Melanie's age, shuffled forward and stood in front of the tall man with her eyes downcast. He looked down at her, lifted up her chin and smiled benevolently.

"Back again so soon, Mary Louise?"

Mary Louise blushed on both sets of visible cheeks. "I'm sorry, Sir. I just can't seem to get it right."

The tall man chuckled. "Well, my child, I guess we will both just have to keep on trying, won't we?"

Mary Louise gulped and whimpered, "Yes, Sir," in a very small voice.

As the man sat down in the heavy chair and the blonde girl moved to his side, Melanie whispered to the other girls at the table. "That's Mr. Thompson, the math teacher. He is a VERY hard spanker. The woman is Mrs. Cartwright, the school administrator. She doesn't give spankings but likes to watch."

The girls watched in fascination as Mary Louise lowered herself onto Mr. Thompson's lap. She had a fairly large, well-rounded bottom that loomed even larger as it was presented to the assembly. Mr. Thompson began be delivering a series of sharp smacks with his hand to the upturned bottom, which began to turn pink and quivered slightly with each smack. Mary sniffled a few times and squirmed slightly, but gave no real signs of distress.

After the girl's bottom was a uniform pink, Thompson reached down for the paddle.

"OK, Mary," he said sternly, "Here comes the regular 32."

He drew back his arm and brought the paddle down with a loud CRACK on the very center of Mary's left buttock. She gave out a loud yelp and kicked her legs straight out behind her. Mrs. Cartwright gleefully announced, "ONE."

By the time Thompson had delivered fifteen paddle strokes, alternating cheeks and turning them bright red, Mary Louise was bawling loudly and kicking her feet in time to each stroke as though she were trying to swim off the big man's lap. Thompson then switched to a longer, narrower paddle, which he plied vigorously across the bottom of her cheeks and the juncture between buttocks and thighs. Poor Mary's cries and yelps grew shriller and her leg kicks more vigorous through the next ten strokes on her most sensitive skin.

After the twenty-fifth stroke, Mr. Thompson paused to rub the sobbing girl's ravaged bottom for a few minutes and picked up the final implement. Directing her to lift up her buttocks, he pulled her PJ bottoms down to her knees, exposing her still pristine thighs.

Shifting his body so the victim lay across his left knee, Thompson used his right leg to pin the girl's calves firmly against the chair leg. His final implement was a leather strap about eighteen inches long and two inches wide. He dangled the strap tantalizingly over the girl's already flaming bottom and drew it slowly across the reddened flesh. Mary Louise shuddered and let out a low moan of apprehension.

Thonpson drew back the strap and slashed it savagely across the top of the girl's thighs, just below the buttocks crease. Mary Louise screamed in pain and terror and bucked her bottom up and down frantically. The next four strokes slashed progressively lower on her hitherto undamaged thighs, raising a series of bright red stripes and brought forth more screams of anguish. The final two strokes were delivered one on top of the other right on the most sensitive spot of all, the crease between buttock and thigh.

Mary Louise raised her head and howled at the final two strokes and then dropped it to lie limp over the big man's knees, bawling and quivering from head to foot. He stroked her sore bottom gently for a minute or two and then Mrs. Cartwright helped her to her feet. Barely able to stand, the well-spanked girl hobbled over a few feet and then stood facing away from the audience, her hands folded in front of her, PJ's still down at her knees and her blistered bottom on full display.

The other three girls received much the same in the way of spankings. Sandra had 26 demerits and got only one slash with the strap. She took the spanking well but was still a very red-bottomed and sad-faced young lady when it was finished. Cathy had only 22 demerits, but bawled without ceasing from the time of the first hand spank to the last paddle blow. Susan had 29 demerits and thus got four strokes with the strap, which left her in much the same condition as Mary Louise.

At a signal from Mrs. Cartwright the four well-spanked girls were allowed to leave the stage and return to their seats. The ones who had been strapped pulled up their jammie pants and fastened them at the waist, but all four left their flaps down so their red bottoms were on continuous display.

Melanie whispered again to the five girls at her table, "They will have wear their flaps down for the next 24 hours and they will be confined to the mansion. The rest of the week they will wear uniforms to work but jammies around the mansion." She looked at each girl in turn. "Fifteen demerits means a dinner spanking and jammies for a week. Over 25 means the strap. Please try to keep yourself under 25, those strap marks last for days and the customers in the store will see them clearly."

She swallowed hard, "Plus, any time one of you gets the strap, I will get ten with the narrow paddle for not keeping you in line. I have worked very hard to be a Senior Girl and I am NOT going to be happy if I get paddled for YOUR screwups. Understood?

There were nods all around the table. Nobody wanted any part of that nasty strap!

"OK, then," Melanie said more cheerfully, "back to the room and we will talk about tomorrow's schedule."

Find out what happens next in The Great Scot: Part V - The First Night

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