Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 8 - My Third Day
I awoke the next morning to find myself alone in my bed, Josephine gone.
I felt incredibly stiff. I rose to ready myself for my compulsory morning run.
Today I needed that run to ease the rigidity the savage spanking Jo had given me
had caused in my muscles.
The first sight I caught of my naked self in the full-length mirror that fronted
my wardrobe, was of the left cheek of my face and my left eye. I had a black eye
from Jo's preliminary slap. I turned and looked over my shoulder at my lovely
bum. It was purple blue and black with bruising from the palm of Josephine's
lovely hand, with clear signs at the edges of where her fingers had hit me too.
With great difficulty, I donned my running kit and left for my run, noting as I
did so that it would take an hour to brush the knots out of my superb long
blonde hair as a result of it being wetted in the shower last night and not
combed and brushed out immediately afterwards. As my sexy long shapely legs took
me three miles that morning, it was the slowest run of my young life.
Fortunately, I was very early, since, as well as my hair being in a complete
mess, I knew I needed to shave my slit and depilate my legs. I needed a good
hour to ready myself for the day ahead.
The thought that I had now been thoroughly loved by another girl for the first
time in my life played no part in my thinking. I felt terribly hot. This was it.
I knew it was that time of the month for me. My period was coming on. I was
about to start that uniquely girl experience: menstruation.
I returned to my room feeling like hell I was so hot. I took a tepid shower. I
used my shaving foam and shaved my slit, before spending half-an-hour shaving my
legs. I only had fifteen minutes for my hair and did what I could before I must,
but must, dress for classes.
My clothes were set out for me. I donned a crisp white semi-translucent blouse.
I needed a sanitary towel, so I put on the sanitary towel belt and affixed a
towel to its front and rear hooks. I put fresh towels into my handbag.
Suspenders would be difficult to wear with the towel belt, so I covered my
gorgeous legs with the dark-green stockings they had left me, and to top and
hold these, I slid up my stupendous thighs dark-green-ribboned black frilled
garters. And then I put on my green-tartan micro-micro-mini kilt.
It was obvious to me why they had chosen that kilt for that day, and why it was
so sexily short. Wearing it, at any given time half my freshly beaten bottom
would be displayed to the world. Around my waist I fitted the sporran.
I looked in the mirror after putting on my four-inch stilettos. Although I
personally felt like hell, I had to admit I looked incredibly sexy. Through the
frilly semi-translucent blouse my pink rosebud conical strawberry nipples could
be clearly seen. The micro-micro-mini kilt came halfway down my bum, leaving my
punished body on display to humiliate me. At the front, the sporran hung low to
hide my nude shaven naughty, or at least it would have, just about, if it were
not already covered by the sanitary towel I was seeping copiously into.
I braced myself to face the day. Taking the Slag's ring from my left hand
wedding finger; I slid it onto the same finger of my right hand, to signal that
I was "unclean". And I wiggle-walked graceful leggy striding to even louder
whistles cheers and jeers than I had been used to. I was displayed to erotic
perfection; but I had never felt less sexy in all my life and, worse still,
Josephine completely ignored me.
That Jo should ignore me after the passion we had just shared in my bed, hurt.
My mind was already racing with feverish distorted thoughts from my being on
heat. That the girl I loved should take no notice of me hurt me very deeply.
"Who smacked your bummy?!" "Who smacked your bummy?!" a gaggle of young girls
chanted as I slinked by. I could have killed them, I felt so vile.
I knew I was still being punished for letting Tania finger me. I assumed that
Josephine was part of my punishment. The head-girl had spotted my attraction to
Jo and had ordered Jo to take me into love with her, so that my heart could be
broken, or so I thought.
My heart was indeed broken and my humiliation made total by the display of my
beaten bottom to the whole school. What I thought had been love from Josephine,
was now revealed as having been no more or less than rape. The savage slapping
Jo had given me, had not been a preliminary to love, it had been to disarm
disable and arouse me for my full deflowering.
I sat in class stiffly; my bare bruised bum-cheeks on the hard wooden chair, so
short was my kilt. After half-an-hour, the teacher excused me so that I could go
to the bathroom to change my towel. And there I had a little cry.
At the morning break, Jo came up to me in the exercise yard. I curtsied and
tried to look for any sign of returned affection in Jo's eyes. In truth it was
there for me to see. Josephine was as much in love with me as I with her. It was
just my state of mind with my being on heat that distorted my view, and was
causing my young heart to ache. Jo was indeed under orders to torment me by not
returning any affection, but she could not in fact resist me.
Jo warned me about the state of my hair and cautioned that I risked being
whipped if I did not make more effort with my appearance. I thanked Jo, trying
to convey by my look how much I longed for her smile. Jo avoided my eyes and
told me to report to the medical centre at lunchtime so that she could treat my
bruises.
And so there I was once more totally naked lying face down with Josephine, the
love of my life, standing over me. And oh how I adored her gentle soft pretty
hands as she caressed my poor beaten mounds and smoothed into me a cool clear
ointment to ease by savage bruises. Then she kissed my forehead and I began to
cry as she caressed my face and told me I was adorable.
