Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 3 - I Am Instructed
I was back in the prefecture feeling extremely nervous. I had dumped all my
belongings there in a small side-room with single bed, too short for my
five-foot-eight, and a tiny shower cubicle, but had yet to unpack.
My mind was more completely divided than it had ever been in my young life. Deep
pleasure at being clearly acknowledged as the loveliest girl in all the five
hundred at the academy, and curiosity about what lay behind the ring on my
finger, vied with a determination only to play along with whatever was going on,
as a necessary disguise of my true intention to escape as soon as I may.
Josephine, newly appointed and therefore joint junior prefect along with Marion,
had volunteered to instruct me. As we sat opposite each other, I was only too
aware that the very pretty brunette's gorgeous brown eyes were running up and
down the full length of my legs.
Josephine knew the rules for the Slag. She had been at St Catherine's from the
start of her senior education. What she now told me was horrendously shocking,
but not to her, for she had rehearsed it and seen it in practice and, indeed,
been a recent joint candidate for the role.
I listened in completely riveted silence as Jo made it clear what I had been
selected for. The silence was from my totally stunned shock.
I would go along with what she said of course!
Like hell I would!!: no way!!!
I knew I must be careful. I had seen the fear the prefecture had radiated
through the assembled school earlier. I was in danger. Like a damned fool I had
left my mobile phone in Tania's dormitory. I would play along with this till
tomorrow....Tania seemed a nice girl, she would help me get out of this....
Josephine was very sweet to me, as she listed off what I had to remember.
"It goes back years" she began. "Seems this place was always isolated and the
nuns never saw a man. We're cut off now, so picture what it was like when there
were only nuns"
I knew what she meant.
"Seems they accepted the inevitable and made the prettiest one.........well, you
know....rather than have them all ........." Jo blushed as she ground to a rapid
halt...
I did not show it of course, but she was beginning to confirm worse than my
worst fears of what was intended for me...
"The rules are a lot of them," she said (making sense, if not grammatically):
"You study along with the rest of us in the prefects dorm, and do your prep here
(she meant my homework - my after school work in readiness for the next school
day). But of course you are not a prefect and have none of the prefects'
privileges."
"It is your duty to be at your lovely best at all times. You are the only girl
in the school allowed to wear make-up and not necessarily to have to wear school
uniform."
You must take the highest possible pride in your appearance, your hair, your
face, your nails, everything about you must be as near perfection as you can
manage at all times."
"You already have dispensation to grow that wonderful hair to your knees, if
only it will do so, and you must keep it at least as long as it is now."
Josephine smiled deliciously at me, and then blushed once more.
"You will also keep all your finger nails at least one-centimetre from your
finger ends, and always file them: never use scissors or clippers."
"You may wear nail varnish and paint your toenails too if you like," she
continued.
"You must keep your body fit," she went on. "You will run a very minimum of two
miles every morning without fail. You will also swim at least a mile every other
day and perform one-hour's aerobics at a very minimum on non-swimming days."
Her list seemed endless already, but she went on.........
"Except for sport or exercise, you will never wear knickers or panties, and you
will never wear a brassiere in any circumstances either, except if it is in
itself an outside garment such as in a bikini."
"You will wear the ring you were given, on your wedding finger at all times.
Don't dare lose it: it is said to be five-hundred-years old!"
"The only exception will be when you are menstruating: then you will transfer it
to your right hand wedding-finger-equivalent until you are clean once more."
Josephine whispered this so apologetically that I felt sorry for her and her
blushes were cherry-red.
"When menstruating, you may wear a sanitary towel but never ever anything else,
no tampons never..." Josephine coughed with deep embarrassment again...
"You will have the hems of your dresses and skirts trimmed at no more than
one-and a-half-inches below the base of your bummy, where your bummy meets your
thighs when standing."
"When dressed for school and evening, you will always wear suspenders and
stockings, or just stockings and garters. You will never wear tights".
"You will wear one garter when in suspenders and that garter must be worn at the
top of the stocking on your left thigh."
"You must always wear heels or the equivalent of not less than three-inches. The
only time you will not wear heels is when you are exercising."
"You will never speak first to a prefect let alone the head-girl."
"On the approach of any teacher or any member of the prefecture you will pay
them sole attention and curtsy to them. If there is a group of them together,
you will direct your curtsy to the most senior amongst them."
"You may have such friends as you please, but you will be wise not to fall in
love, because you are not, strictly not, allowed to go to bed with anyone other
than prefects or teachers; at least not without our permission."
"If any other girl or girls touch you without our permission, you will be
punished."
"You will never at any time reject any advances the prefecture or teaching staff
may make to you." I caught Josephine's lovely eyes at this point, as she raised
them from drinking in the beauty of my thighs.
"You will spend the night in the bed of any prefect or teacher who chooses to
have you."
"In bed you will submit to such acts as that girl may choose to perform on you,
without protest."
"You will be submissive in bed at all times, unless commanded to perform and act
on a girl, in which case you will do exactly what she has commanded you to do."
"Normally, you will only ever go to bed with the prefecture or the staff. But,
on days of our choosing, your body will be available to any other girl in the
school that wants to feel you."
"On those days, on being told by any girl or group of girls that they want to
stroke you, and the production by them of the written permission of at least one
teacher or prefect, you will go with them to wherever they appoint and submit to
whatever is there wish, save that you must never reciprocate but only be passive
and obedient."
"You will be relieved to hear that punishment is extremely rare." Josephine
relaxed a little from her previous seriousness now.
"For you to have your bummy smacked as foreplay is, of course, perfectly
permissible. But nobody other than the head-girl or the headmistress is allowed
to actually punish you, or they can with the head-girl's say so though." (I knew
what she meant here too).
"I'm sorry, but the head-girl is entitled to beat you."
"If you end up before the headmistress or the head-girl for a big "no-no", you
will almost certainly be given a thrashing."
"The demands on you are very high. No missing of them by you will be tolerated
I'm afraid. Even chipped nail varnish will be noted." Josephine was serious once
more. A serious face did not make her any less stunningly lovely.
"And you must be absolutely clear, that at no time whatsoever will you EVER
touch your naughty; not even if you are told to do so. If you are ever caught
doing so it will be a thrashing offence," Jo coughed at this point, yet again to
hide her deep-blushing embarrassment.
"Your mail and your phone conversations will be monitored of course."
Why "of course" I wondered!
"I'm afraid Melody that nobody is going to believe what you might think you
could tell, anyway."
Now I knew, but I would take my chances to get out of this. Did they think I was
a complete fool? What they wanted from me was truly horrible!
"And if you succeeded in getting any message out about what you are being asked
to do, once that message is discovered, you will find yourself expelled the very
next day, with your character blackened beyond recall by all the school
staff..."
They had thought of everything. My heart sank a little....
"As I said before Melody, the ring is a sign of your status in the school."
Jo was now looking around distractedly for a way to compose herself for what she
knew she had to tell me next: the most embarrassing thing for her to have to
say, was coming up for this lovely girl.....
...."The other required sign is, the other requirement, what you must do that
is, I mean the rules say, and well, you have to because its always been done
..... I'm afraid, you have to, well ... ..... your naughty ..... your naughty
must ..... you've got ..... it has to be bare....you've got to shave your
naughty totally bare......"
Jo looked away from me at this point, and her face was an extremely deep scarlet
once more - she looked divinely beautiful.............
"......The School Slag is not allowed pubic hair," she almost whispered,
recovering her composure. "It's always been one of the signs to mark out the
Slag...along with the ring..."
".....You must shave your pubic region every day without fail, twice per day if
necessary. You will also use whatever proprietary hair removal cream you like
to, and you will keep your legs and the rest of your body, except your forearms
and your head of course, immaculately smooth also."
..."Have you any questions?"
Before I could even begin to answer Josephine continued to tell me I would get a
clothing and make-up allowance and that all clothes stockings and garters and
such would be chosen for me.
There was a supply of all I would need for now, already in the drawers and
cupboards of my room, and adapted dresses and skirts in my wardrobe. I had
better dress myself in the morning immediately after my run and shower.
First thing to do though, must be to shave off my pubic hair. I would find
scissors, shaving foam, and safety razor near my shower. I must not forget to
shave every day twice per day if need be, starting tomorrow.
"One last thing" said Josephine, as I rose to go deceptively obediently to my
room and think as hard as I could about how to get out of this horror, I looked
at her exceptionally pretty face:
"You are incredibly beautiful," she said.
"You may say 'thank you' if you wish," she concluded, exerting her newly given
prefect's authority for the first time, but oh so gorgeously charmingly.
I did want to thank her for the compliment.
"Thank you Miss Josephine" I said.
The lovely brunette smiled at me as I curtsied, and I felt a melting sexiness in
my tummy.
