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Monday morning.
Time to get up, have my breakfast and go to school again.
After a few moments, I sat up in bed, brushed the hair from my eyes,
yawned and stretched, swung back the duvet and put my feet into my low-
heeled mules before standing up and re-arranging my nightie which had
managed to wind itself round my waist again during the night.
Into the bathroom for the morning wash and brush-up before returning to
my bedroom to dress for the day's activities.
As it was a school-day, I knew I wasn't expected to be particularly
dressed up but to be in my school uniform with only minimal make-up.
Too much make-up and I would be sent home to do it again and there
would undoubtedly be an additional punishment as well. Just a touch of
blush, mascara and a very pale lipstick and finished off with a little
powdering.
So, on with my panties; full of course, nothing too short or revealing
although they were a soft pink satin, very feminine, and the matching
padded bra giving me a small but noticeable bust line under my white,
poly-cotton school blouse and my school tie, wider than the boy's tie
and worn lose around the open collar (one button only)
My black pleated skirt with the heavy pink satin slip followed on. The
skirt hem was far shorter than I liked, being only about two inches
below my panties and the slip is only an inch shorter.
No need for tights today as the weather was promised to be quite warm
so I slipped my feet into my short white socks and then my black school
shoes with the stacked 2 inch heels (the highest allowed).
Finally, I brushed my hair out and tied it into a high-set pony tail
decorated with a pink satin ribbon, sprayed a touch of perfume and
added my ear-rings with their very tight clips. I knew my ear lobes
would be throbbing by the end of the day; one of things I just had to
put up with!
Down stairs for breakfast. My parents were already sitting at the table
with bowls of cereal and cups of coffee and a third bowl and spoon were
waiting for me. I waked round the table to my place, getting a scowl
from my father as he saw the length of my skirt. Although he didn't say
anything, it was very obvious indeed that he didn't approve.
I sat down, carefully smoothing as much of my tiny skirt as I could
under me so a to preserve the pleats.
"How many times have I told you to keep your knees and feet together?"
I quickly un-crossed my legs and did as I was told. I didn't enjoy
doing it as I had to keep my legs tightly together in such a short
skirt to ensure that no-one could see my panties. However, I knew that
was the rule and that I would be punished if I didn't do exactly as I
was told. I had discovered a while ago that sitting and crouching were
both art-forms that had to be learned and constantly practised when all
one's skirts were so very short.
After breakfast, a quick brush of the teeth, check my make-up and
another spray of perfume, it was a short walk to the all-girls school.
Only about 20 minutes, but I had to make sure that my walk is ladylike
all the way or an adverse comment might be made with results I really
don't want to contemplate. Feet always pointing forwards, short strides
with one foot always placed in front of the other, hips swaying - just
a little. My school bag slung over one shoulder,
Arriving at school, I walked through the playground and down the main
corridor to my home classroom. My desk is front and centre where the
teacher can keep an eye on me all the time. Again, I'm not allowed to
cross my legs in class but must keep my knees and feet locked together
all through each lesson. It used to hurt a lot, but now I'm more used
to it but I still have to concentrate.
Gym takes up one lesson and, like all the girls, it's a change into
leotard and tights with ballet shoes where we do dancing and
exercising. Afterwards we all shower and dry off before returning to
classroom activities. No-one takes any notice whatsoever of my chastity
device although it can be seen in the shower of course, but everyone
knows the very severe penalties for doing, saying or even thinking
anything about it. It is invisible to all intents and purposes although
there is no doubt whatsoever that everyone knows about it.
The next class is Domestic Science. Some people call it home-making but
essentially is consists of all those things a woman will do about the
house and this term it is dress-making. I am teamed up with Emily
Parker as we make summer dresses for each other. Emily's dress will
have a flared skirt around her knees but for me, it's a skater skirt; a
very short skater skirt, giving me every opportunity to demonstrate
that my knees and feet are still always together or, if I make a
mistake, the colour of my underwear. The penalty for showing off my
panties or slip to anyone is not something I want to think about.
Everyone in the class knows about my skirts but nothing is ever
mentioned and I am always treated as just one of the crowd.
I am expected to contribute fully in the Social Studies class, talking
about women's problems, lingerie, fashion and relationships, sex with
men and women as well as how to deal with sex-pests and other perverts.
If I go out with some of my girl friends from school this evening, I
can wear very much the same outfits as they will except that I am
forbidden to wear jeans, trousers or shorts or even culottes. I must
always be in my ultra short skirts with contrasting satin panties and
slip.
After doing my homework, I can watch TV for a while or read a suitable
magazine (fashion or glamour for example) before I go to bed. It's then
the same sequence in reverse, of course, finishing of by my climbing
into bed wearing my baby doll nightie. Another day in the life of a
schoolgirl.
Nearly two years ago I was caught flipping a girl's short skirt in
public to show off her panties. It turned out that she was the daughter
of a local big-wig who was very much into school reform and making the
punishment fit the misdemeanour. After much debate, the modified
uniform and short skirt regime were agreed upon by the town council and
school governors and I became the first to receive the punishment.
As it was brand new, no-one had any idea how long the punishment should
last but the general opinion seemed to be that it had to be long enough
to make the guilty party fully aware of both the consequences to
themselves and just how the victim might feel.
I am well into the second year of my five year sentence as it was
discovered that I was a serial "flipper" who had done it many times
before retribution finally caught up with me.
What with all the problems inherent with wearing such a short skirt and
having to force my knees and feet together all the time, my ears
constantly smarting from the tightness of my ear-ring clips and
remembering to behave and talk like a schoolgirl at all times I am
feeling very chastised indeed.
Worst of all, the very small cock-cage is riveted shut rather than
just padlocked.
It is a 24/7 Hell!
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