The Great Scot: Chapter 6 - Back to School

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.

After breakfast, the girls trooped down to the classroom corridor and filed into a small testing room at the end. A dour looking younger man was sitting behind the desk.

"This is Mr. Karcher," Melanie told her charges. "He teaches History and Government. He will be explaining the testing procedure."

"Very good, Melanie," Karcher grunted. "Now all of you take the seats in the front row. Your first test is a general education level determination. Some of you have supposedly finished high school, but a diploma doesn't mean much any more. This test will tell us what you REALLY know and we will plan the rest of your schooling from that. Pass out the books and pencils, Melanie. You will have one hour from the time I say 'start' to finish the first part."

Tami and the other girls busied themselves with the instructions and began the test at the signal. Tami found the test hard going and regretted her lack of attention in school. She literally gritted her teeth and plowed on, breaking the tips off all three of the pencils she had been issued in the process. As the third tip snapped off, Tami threw the damaged pencil across the room with a loud "Shit!"

Melanie sprang to her feet in alarm and Mr. Karcher looked up from the book he had been reading. "What was that, young lady?" he snarled.

"Nothing," Tami said sullenly.

"NOTHING?" the teacher roared. "NOTHING? Young lady, get up here this instant!"

Tami realized that she was in trouble. She reluctantly got out of her chair and shuffled up to the front of the room. Melanie, standing at the back of the room, looked furious. Tami stood at what she hoped was a position of attention directly in front of the sputtering teacher.

"Bend over the desk, Hands on the far edge," he snapped. Tami complied, realizing that the position made her bottom stick up in a very vulnerable position. She winced and shuddered as Karcher roughly yanked down the flap on her pajama bottoms. He was so rough, in fact, that one of the buttons ripped loose and rolled across the floor. Karcher glowered at Melanie who hastened to run down the errant object and stuff it into her skirt pocket. Tami, of course, could see nothing of this, but could feel a breeze over the tender skin of her exposed bottom.

Karcher rummaged around in a desk drawer and withdrew a long, heavy ruler. Holding it inches from Tami's face, he snarled. "Little girl, you are about to meet the Motivator." he walked around the desk so he was standing on Tami's left side. "Now, if you had just admitted your offense and apologized, you might have gotten away with five swats. But now, it will be 5 swats for throwing the pencil, Ten extra for swearing and twenty extra for denying it."

He paused for dramatic affect and Tami could hear the other girls groan. "And, I will add five more for not addressing me as 'Sir.' Now how many does that make, young lady."

Tami was quick to respond. "Forty, Sir!"

Karcher gave an evil chuckle. "Very good Tamikins. You learn fast."

Tami gritted her teeth. She had been called 'Tamikins' by a group of boys in the fourth grade and had hated it. Now this jerk was not only going to spank her, he was using the hated nickname while he did it.

Karcher leaned forward and bounced the long ruler gently off Tami's quivering bare bottom. He laughed as she winced. "You will do more than just wince, before I am through with you, Tamikins. And if you straighten up or lift your hands, I will add five more for each offense."

Without further warning, Karcher drew back and slammed the heavy ruler across Tami's buttocks so that it impacted both cheeks just below the center. Tami yelped in anguish as the solid wood seared a two-inch path across her tender young bottom. Karcher laughed and continued the spanking, swatting every square inch of her rapidly reddening buttocks and the exposed upper portions of her thighs.

By the tenth stroke, Tami was crying and by the twentieth, she was sobbing loudly. Somewhere between the twenty-fifth and thirty-fifth strokes, the poor girl was bawling like a baby, her breath coming in huge gasping sobs. Finally, it was over and Tami lay helpless across the hard wooden desk, sobbing and shaking in every part of her body.

Karcher smiled evilly and lay the ruler down in the chalk tray. "All right, children," he crowed. "Back to your tests. I will add five extra minutes to allow for this interruption. Melanie, get this silly girl back to her seat."

Melanie helped Tami up from the desk and guided her to her seat. Tami yelped again as her seared bottom came into contact with the hard chair.

"Just hang in there, honey," the older girl whispered. I'll get you some sharp pencils."

Tami sobbed anew. Surely they did not expect her to finish her test after such a heavy spanking? But the other girls were already marking their answer sheets, so Tami took a deep, shuddering breath and went on with the work, wiping away the tears as best she could with the sleeve of her pajamas.

When the papers were turned in and Karcher announced a twenty minute break, Tami stood up and tried to fasten the remaining button on the flap of her jammie bottoms.

Melanie had anticipated the move and stopped her quickly. "Leave the flap down," she whispered. "If you get spanked in class you have to leave your bottom bare for the rest of the day."

Tami groaned at the prospect of further humiliation, but left the flap down and followed the other girls to the break room, limping slightly but trying to keep a brave expression on her face.

As the girls walked down to the break room, Tami was dismayed to realize that having her bare bottom hanging out of the flap on her jammies was almost more embarrassing than being completely nude had been the previous day. At least there had been five nude girls yesterday, but today she was the only one with a bare bottom and she knew that EVERYBODY was looking at her and smiling. By the time they reached the break room, Tami was sure that her face was as red as her bottom.

The break room was filled with girls in Lassie uniforms and Tami was somewhat relieved to notice one of the girls who had been spanked last evening was in the room with HER jammies and bare bottom. Her momentary relief was dashed however when she saw two boys and a girl in "civilian" clothes near the milk machine. One of the boys, to her horror, was Walter. The other boy and girl looked a bit younger.

Melanie pointed to the table at the other end of the room. "The milk and cookies are free, but don't pig out. Remember we all have to keep within our weight limits, and you don't WANT to find out what happens to the girls who get too chubby." She indicated the machines against the far wall. "There are junk food and sodas machines which you will be free to use once you get your cards tomorrow. For today I have a temporary card that is good for one soda and one snack item per break for each of you. Since you don't get paid until the second week, the first two weeks are free but limited."

"So you all can get what you want, use the bathroom," she pointed to the far door "talk with the other girls or whatever. When the next bell rings, move back down to the classroom quickly. Mr. Karcher does not like girls being late."

Tami thought privately that Mr. Karcher probably didn't like girls at all, but wisely refrained from saying anything.

Melanie smiled and waved at Walter and Tami gasped as he and the other two teens came over to their little group. Walter gave Melanie a quick hug and reached up under her skirt to pat her bottom affectionately. Melanie giggled and blushed and Tami, once again, felt a pang of jealousy toward the older girl.

Walter nodded to the other two kids. "This is Melanie's latest batch of baby chicks. The one with the bare bottom is Tami and these are Caroline, Jennifer, Megan and Heather. Girls, these are my cousins Missy and Chad. Missy is 15 and Chad is 14. We will probably be in classes with some of you if you wind up in the High School section. Actually I am taking some high school and some college courses so you will probably see me around a lot."

Tami smiled and tried to hide her embarrassment as the other girls chatted with the three kids. "How come you aren't wearing a Lassie uniform, Missy," Megan asked.

"Well you have to be at least 18 to be a Lassie," Missy responded. Then she blushed. "But, don't worry, I still get spanked like you girls if I mess up in school or around the mansion. Grandpa takes no nonsense from anybody. He still spanks my mother sometimes and she's almost 40 years old."

Walter put his arm around Tami's waist and turned her slightly so he could examine her bottom more carefully. "Girls, get between us and the door," he murmured in a low voice. "I don't want Karcher seeing this if he comes by."

Tami felt Walter's hand stroking her bare bottom. Instinctively she tensed and winced at the pain but Melanie whispered, "It's OK. He knows what he is doing."

Walter produced a small, unlabeled plastic jar from his pocket, opened it and dug out a dollop of white creamy material. "This is Eucerin Skin Cream, Tami. It is the best stuff in the world for damaged bottoms. Karcher is a real asshole and he spanks the girls much harder than is necessary. Don't tell anybody I sad so, but he won't be back next term."

Tami smiled in relief as Walter's expert hands gently rubbed the soothing cream into her ravaged bottom flesh. "Could you get in trouble for this?" she whispered.

Walter chuckled. "No, child, nobody would mess with me. I am Grandpa's favourite and they all know it. But I try not to rub anybody's nose in it. I just try to help the girls as much as possible, especially the new ones. I mean, discipline is important, sure, but a girl needs a shoulder to cry on now and then, too."

Melanie sighed. "Walter has great shoulders." She giggled. "Wait! I didn't mean that the way it sounded! I mean, his shoulders are OK but not like.... Oh, shit, you know what I mean," she stammered turning as red as Tami.

Walter chuckled again and smacked Melanie's bottom. "I know what you mean, Mel. You treat your girls fairly and I like to see that. Some of the Senior Girls let the power go to their heads, but Mel is always fair with her kids. You girls are lucky to have her in charge."

He put the cap back onto the jar and returned it to his pocket. "How does your bottom feel now Tami?"

"Much better, sir," Tami replied, surprised to note that much of the pain had indeed dissipated under the boy's ministrations. "That stuff really works."

Walter smiled. "Once you get your credit card, you can buy it in the commissary. Until then let Mel or me know if you get spanked a bit too hard and we will take care of you." He gave Melanie a conspiratorial wink and Tami a final pat and wandered off toward the cookies.

Melanie and Tami watched him and sighed longingly in unison. Looking at each other they both blushed fiercely and the other girls giggled knowingly. Fortunately the bell rang at that moment and broke the spell.

"OK, girls," Melanie announced briskly, "Back to the classroom."

Come back soon to find out what happens next in The Great Scot!

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