Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 2 - I Am Expected
It was already four-thirty as Tania quickly showed me where the young women
slept and stowed their clothes and books, and described the way to the
prefecture in more detail.
"Dinner is at 7.00 prompt", Tania said. "You'd better get a shower before you
report to the prefects.
I showered shyly and, as I sat wearing just a towelling robe before the
dormitory's only mirror, Tania helped me brush out the full length of my
glorious blonde hair.
"Your hair's beautiful Melody, I wish mine were even a little like yours", Tania
whispered.
I hardly heard the compliment my mind was somewhere else. Tania helped me get
dressed in the school regulation white blouse and grey pleated skirt my parents
had just bought me, over my own white bra and a pair of school regulation white
knickers, with some flat-heeled slip-on black shoes.
At 5.56, Tania saw me off on my nerve wracking journey. She titivated my hair
and told me I was lovely, kissed my face, and I walked, with butterflies in
flurrying abundance in my poor belly, out of the dormitory, along the corridor,
out to the open air of the quadrangle, into the building opposite the dorm, up
to its first floor, and to the outside door of the prefecture. There, my heart
pounding as if it were in my throat, I knocked gently on the door.
What WAS I doing? Why WAS I standing there so obediently? WHY had I not just
told the headmistress or a teacher exactly what was going on? Okay, I did not
know then exactly what was going on, but I did know I was being picked upon and
bullied by the head-girl and her fellow prefects...
..."Come!" came a voice of command.
I opened the door very shyly and blushing to the base of my neck. None of the
girls there, at least five, with no sign of the head-girl, even looked at me.
"Smith" said a voice that began to belong to a girl as she came out of a side
room. "Yes, Smith, good."
"I'm for you" announced this girl as if I should know what she meant, "But these
girls are waiverers and we have always had unanimity, it is part of the
tradition", she continued to my bafflement...
..."Undo your blouse and take off your bra", she concluded. "Get a move on!" she
added, as I stood astounded, "We haven't got all night have we!"
Eventually she began to unbutton my blouse for me, as I had become all frozen
fingers and thumbs with fear. All the young women in the room were paying
attention now.
The girl in charge of me reached round my back inside my blouse and unhooked my
bra. "Lift it off and let's have a good look at your lollipops", she ordered,
referring as I realised to my breasts.
I stood crimson-faced from forehead to base of neck, my face turned hard away to
my right to hide my blushes, and that what was happening was beginning to
threaten moistening my knickers. She had pulled my blouse off my shoulders and
lifted my brassiere off my breasts and into my right hand so I would hold it
aloft.
"What super little suckbuds", said one voice referring in school slang to my
pert pink nipples.
"More than two handfuls there!" said another referring to the size of my breasts
and meaning it as a joke, at which no one laughed, presumably, as I now realise,
because they agreed the description of my huge pert pendulous extremely pretty
virgin-firm "lollipops" as they would have them called.
"Pull up the hem of your dress and turn so we can see your legs and your bummy"
I began to reach for my hem, "Come on Smith, be quick about it, we want to see
your legs!" the in-charge prefect commanded in a kindly voice now, in sympathy
with my nervousness.
I did as I was ordered, lightly biting my lower lip as I tried to fight back
tears of embarrassment. One girl whistled long low and appreciatively as she
ogled the full length of my long legs. Another simply sighed, "Wow!"
"Do you want the knickers down to see her naughty?" asked the girl in charge of
me of the onlookers matter-of-factly. Nobody answered.
I continued to stand with my skirt hem pulled up to shoulder height, baring my
white standard issue school knickers to them all, and, at their beckoning,
turned to show side and rear views of my thighs and the full firm "bummy" with
which by filling them out so superbly, I transformed those boring white school
knickers into erotic heaven.
"You're absolutely right Jessie" said one of the onlookers to my overseer,
"She's perfectly gorgeous....that hair is superb". It was soon established the
other girl onlookers agreed.
"You can straighten yourself up now", said the girl I now knew to be Jessie."
..."It's been decided that you're to Slag for us this year", she went on.
"Go back to your common room, and bring all you're belongings here." she
ordered.
"The junior prefect will give you the run down on your duties when you come back
here after dinner this evening."
I turned to go and she to go back to whatever she had been doing when I had
knocked.
"Oh, and Smith", Jessie called and caused me to turn back shyly, "You are
exquisite! I'm afraid Josephine and Marion don't hold a candle to you. Be gone
now, and take that ring on the side-shelf there, you wear it on your wedding
finger - the finger next to your little-finger on your left hand............"
Against all school rules, I ran to the communal dormitory in tears of confusion,
fear and, I have to confess, sexual pleasure. Tania was astonished at my still
dishevelled appearance. "Did it all go okay?" she asked.
My deep scarlet blush was her answer, as I unfolded my fingers and showed her
the old battered gold ring with its capital "S" insignia depicted by a snake
with its forked tongue out, and slowly slid it on my wedding ring finger.
"You want it don't you?" Tania mused out loud, "You have no idea what's
involved, but you want it don't you?"
I made no answer other than to blush deeper still and by the bright shine in my
eyes and by beginning to pick up my belongings to take them to the prefecture.
Of course I wanted to be acknowledged as the most beautiful girl in the school,
what girl wouldn't!!?
As we went to dinner, Tania showed me the way, I heard whistles of appreciation
and the odd subdued wolf whistle and I knew that the whistlers knew of my
appointment or had just spotted the ring on the hand I was using very
self-consciously: I would never before have waived with my left hand.
I was also feeling some discomfort at the attention, because I had become aware
that since I had put the ring on, Tania had become a little more distant from
her original friendliness toward me.
Before food was served, we all stood for the headmistress. She led the saying of
grace and remained standing as the grating of wooden-legged chairs on the
ancient wooden dining hall floor told even the deaf of the world that we were
sitting ourselves down.
There was a multitude of coughing and chatter that stopped as all we girls
realised that the headmistress was still standing and waiting for our attention
to be paid her.
"Before we begin our meal, I have some brief announcements", said the head.
"Josephine McBride and Marion Stephens will take the two prefect vacancies as
from today."
There was a round of polite but unenthusiastic congratulatory applause, at which
I could see the delectable Josephine blushing.
"There has also been another traditional appointment, the head continued, "We
must all congratulate Melody Smith on her very rapid advancement and anointment
even before her first full day here. And I am sure that Marion and Josephine,
unfortunate last moment runners-up though they be, will be pleased to be among
the first to applaud Melody, to whom the whole school gives its welcome to her
indispensable role, which I am sure she will grace with her transparent beauty."
The applause was very brief: nobody knew me at that stage of course, but my
light blue eyes momentarily flashed a stunning electric-green as I moistened the
gusset of my knickers, with what my fellow schoolgirls would call my honey, at
this official public recognition of my beauty.
