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THE GIRLS OF BLUE MOUNTAIN – By Arzak Blake

Chapter I

I was really impressed by the stories Sally had been telling me for the past couple of weeks. To be honest, I still don't know whether or not to believe her, as it is really hard for me to believe that young girls like us could have such amount freedom in other parts of the world. On the one hand the stories could be an invention of hers for some purpose, and on the other hand her past experiences (should them be true) would explain why she has so much trouble adapting to Blue Mountain's School for Young Ladies. I had to cut her in the middle of her story, as it was close to 9pm's inspection and neither of us would like to be caught unprepared. We quickly adjusted the pillows on our shared bed and straightened our bodies laying down on our tummies. Then we assumed the regulatory inspection position, pulling up our nightgowns to the waist, putting our hands on top of our heads and slightly opening our legs about one feet apart. All the other girls did the same and quickly there were 30 girls on 15 beds properly positioned for inspection. Around fifteen minutes later, the dorm door opened with a squeak, and the Dorm Matron stepped in.

Blue Mountain was a centuries old, totally isolated small community. The town was led by the Council of the Elders, a group of mature men that pretty much controlled everything that happened in town. The members of the Council were the only ones who had any form of contact with the outside world. For the rest of the members of the community, the world simply began and end in Blue Mountain, and having contact with anyone outside the community simply was not in their mindsets.

The social environment had changed very little over the years. Blue Mountain was a patriarchal society totally dominated by men. Girls were educated to be submissive to men's authority from a very early age. Until they reached puberty, little girls lived at home and basically helped their mothers around the house. Once they became teenagers, they were sent to the School for Young Ladies to complete their education. Throughout the week they stayed in the school and went home only on weekends. Boys were separated from their families at a very early age and went to live full time at the School for Young Men. The School was practically a town on its own and thus boys had little contact with their families and saw them only a few times a year. Furthermore, it was rare to see a boy around main town area. After their education was completed, they usually got married (with the Council's approval) and started their own families.

The town's tradition dictated strict rules to be followed by women since they were little. Although it was not said openly, the rules were designed to make woman totally obedient to men in every aspect of their lives. Girls were made to follow rules on the widest variety of subjects, from dress codes to physical positions. As girls were growing up, new rules were added constantly. A teenage girl would have a very long list of rules to follow and no authority over younger girls. When woman grew old enough to marry, they acquired certain rights and authority over younger girls but under no circumstances over any man.

The Dorm matron walked slowly to the end of the dorm room carefully looking at everybody, making sure we all were ready for inspection.

- Panties Down! -She said with an authoritative voice-. I want to see thirty pairs of bottoms bare and ready this instant!

At a unison, still laying on our tummies, we all lowered or regulation panties to our knees and quickly returned our hands to our heads. Sally was visibly nervous about the inspection, as she had been every night for the past month. I even had been able to catch a few glimpses of her bottom and saw she was clenching her cheeks in fear and anticipation.

- Donna and Allison, present yourselves!

At that moment, our bed neighbors knelt on their bed with their bottoms high in the air and their hands holding their necks, heads still down over the bed. The matron caressed their cheeks lightly and carefully inspected both girls' bottoms, anus and back of the legs. She then proceeded to lubricate Allison's anus with vaseline. Allison's face contracted with the feel of the cold Vaseline on her. A moment later, the Matron introduced a rectal thermometer and instructed the girl to stay still. Poor Allison will have to wait in that uncomfortable position until inspection was over, or even later should the Matron decide to. The Matron then turned her attention to Donna, whose bum legs showed several red and purple marks. With a smile of satisfaction, slapped Donna's right cheek and made the girl moan a little.

- Does your bottom still hurts? –asked rhetorically

- Yes Miss. –The girl responded with a soft, trembling voice

- Hope you will remember what your place is next time, girl. –The matron said while moving on to the next bed

One by one each pair of girls were ordered to present themselves to the Matron. Sally especially hated and feared these inspections, her bottom trembling with more and more anticipation as our turn approached. This Matron was stricter than the one we had before her, and seemed to enjoy the nervousness she caused to all of us. She slapped our bottoms and legs for the slightest misbehavior during the process, and regularly issued punishments for the next day. There was a lot of rules to remember, thus all of us were in constant fear of being punished. We had to sleep always on our tummies. Fifteen minutes before inspection, we had to pull our short regulation nightgowns to our waist exposing our panties. Then we had to put our hands on hour heads and spread our legs about a feet wide, no more, no less. No talking or whispering was allowed at any time. We also had to look straight and have our lips partially open as always. When ordered to present, we had to kneel maintaining our head lowered and hour hands on our necks. We had to stay still no matter what Matrons did to us. This one had the cruel habit of slapping all the girls who showed recent marks on their bottoms of legs. If you yelled while she did that you could be punished further. Sometimes she would make a girl take her panties completely off and insert them on her own mouth. Some other times she would make all of us sleep totally nude, no sheets, or cover of any kind. She could also tie our hands to the bed.

This matron was especially strict on the no talking rules. If she caught two girls doing so, she would order them to strip naked, and get on all fours in the floor next to their bed. Then she would made the girls lick the floor with their tongue for the next fifteen minutes. Then she would strap both girls on the backs of their legs. The Matron would repeat this procedure every night for a week.

When inspection was finished, we all but three chastised girls were instructed to pull up our panties and down our nightgowns and get to sleep. The three chastised girls would sleep in the nude and have a punishment session the next day.

Chapter II

"I can't believe this people" Sally thought during breakfast. "I hate their rules! I hate this school! I hate this town!". Several months ago, Sally's parents had been killed in a car accident, leaving her alone and with no relatives in the world. Her father had been a close friend of a member of the Council of the Elders at Blue Mountain, and had stated in his will that in the case of an accident, his friend Mr. Watkinson was to become the legal guardian of her only daughter. Although Sally's father knew the unusual traditions in Blue Mountain, he felt that his friend was the only one he could really trust to care for Sally should a tragedy happen. When notified of the accident, Mr. Watkinson came for Sally and quickly became her legal guardian.

Mr. Watkinson introduced Sally to her new life at Blue Mountain. The introduction of foreigners to the town was an absolute rarity. Only older people could remember the last time an outsider moved to live there. The first few months were difficult for both Sally and her new parents, as both of them came from very different worlds. Nonetheless, the Watkinsons made a big effort to help Sally recover from the tragedy and adapt to her new lifestyle.

Although her parents were very strict, Sally was used to a more "normal" degree of freedom. Until the accident, she had attended a very strict school for girls, so she was no stranger to corporal punishment and many other disciplinary measures. However, that was nothing compared to what she was forced to endure at Blue Mountain's School for young Ladies.

At midmorning's break, she met Alice, the only good friend she had made so far in this madtown. Alice was her bedmate, and that had given both girls plenty of occasions to chat and become good friends.

"Hey, Alice" Sally greeted to her friend "How did you do at today's math quiz?"

"O.K. I guess" Alice replied "I just hope I get the last two question right, for my bum's sake" added rubbing the back of her short uniform skirt.

During the conversation, Sally told Alice about how she used to go to the movies with her friends, only boys and girls; about the coolest designer's jeans that were so fashionable among girls where she used to live; and how some of her friends rebelled against their parents and got away with it. Sally also told Alice about TV News, mixed schools, divorces among their friend's parents and many other things that seemed perfectly normal for her, but were completely new to Alice and frankly, hard to believe.

Going to the movies boys and girls together without any adult? "That's Nuts!" Alice thought. Girls wearing jeans?! "Jeeezzz, that's absolutely forbidden" Alice told her friend. "You better not be caught wearing any sort of pants, since it's a very serious offense here" Sally advised.

Blue Mountain wanted obedient females and a powerful way to achieve this objective was strict control over what girls could or could not wear. Pants were seen as a privilege reserved exclusively for men. Therefore, it was mandatory for all females to keep their legs bare and exposed at all times. Girls in their teens were only allowed to wear short summer-type dresses or short skirts. The hem could not reach below mid-thigh in any case. On some occasions, girls were made to dress in short-shorts. Even in the cold winter months, girls would have to have their legs exposed at all times.

Any adult, even strangers could reprimand any younger girl for any misdemeanor. Most adults took advantage over a girl's bare thighs and had the cruel habit of applying a quick corrective slap every time they felt was needed. Not relinquishing her seat or not standing quickly enough when an adult entered the room were common causes for a slapping.

At home, a teen girl's mother (whose age had earned her the privilege to wear knee-length skirts, reinforcing her authority over younger girls) would decide on her daughter's clothing (of course, following the town's traditions), so most girls were used to being told what to dress at all times.

Underwear was also out of the teen girls' control. The parents (usually the mother) would decide the model, color and whether or not a girl would wear panties. Some parents did not allow their daughters any undergarment during the entire winter, as a form of discipline.

If a teen girl was under punishment (which could last from a couple of hours to several days or even weeks), she was made to wear a 'punishment uniform' when out of home. The uniform might vary from family to family, but in the majority of cases consisted on a very short pleated white skirt (barely covering the teen's cheeks) a tanktop and sandals. The girl would be made to wear at all times a hat that read 'I'm a girl under punishment' as a form of humiliation. No underwear was allowed during punishment. If weather was very cold or raining, most girls would be allowed a yellow waist-length raincoat. A few families were stricter and made their daughters under punishment parade semi-nude in public wearing only the skirt and hat on.

The hat and restricted clothing indicated every passing adult the girl's disciplinary status. Social manners expected passing adults to help somehow in a girl's correction provided they had the time. Most mothers would make their daughters under punishment go out and run errands several times a day. When running the errand, the girls then would be intercepted by a number of adults and would have to submit to any chastisement or chore they decided.

"There was this time when I was running an errand for my mother while on punishment uniform" Alice told her friend in a whisper tone. "Damn Mrs. Skinner intercepted me and took me to her house, where she made me do sit-ups and run laps around her hose, in order to get me tired. Then she made me lower my punishment skirt and strapped me about 20 times and made me kneel on the corner for 15 minutes, it was awful. I guess she had an eye on me since she believes her stupid daughter had been punished in school for my cause. Any way, -Alice added- the thing did not end up there, the bitch made me mop her kitchen still bare from the waist down, with my red ass on display. Once I had finished, I had to lick the floor to demonstrate her that I had done a good job, or else get another strapping and start all over."

Sally was on the verge or tears. "What have I done to be sent to a place like this" She thought. Alice tried to comfort her friend, not understanding why she reacted so strangely to perfectly normal events of life at Blue Mountain.

THE GIRLS OF BLUE MOUNTAIN – By Arzak Blake

… from the previous chapter

"There was this time when I was running an errand for my mother while on punishment uniform" Alice told her friend in a whisper tone. "Damn Mrs. Skinner intercepted me and took me to her house, where she made me do sit-ups and run laps around her hose, in order to get me tired. Then she made me lower my punishment skirt and strapped me about 20 times and made me kneel on the corner for 15 minutes, it was awful. I guess she had an eye on me since she believes her stupid daughter had been punished in school for my cause. Any way, -Alice added- the thing did not end up there, the bitch made me mop her kitchen still bare from the waist down, with my red ass on display. Once I had finished, I had to lick the floor to demonstrate her that I had done a good job, or else get another strapping and start all over."

Sally was on the verge or tears. "What have I done to be sent to a place like this" She thought. Alice tried to comfort her friend, not understanding why she reacted so strangely to perfectly normal events of life at Blue Mountain.

Chapter II – School Life

In compliance with the tradition, the uniform at Blue Mountain's School for Young Ladies consisted on a short white pleated skirt (which covered a mere couple of inches below the girl's cheeks), red knee socks and sandals. A short sleeved white shirt and a red tie were also part of the uniform. The shirt was cut high, exposing the girl's belly button and lower back. White regulation underwear completed the outfit. Wearing a bra was strictly prohibited.

The white color of the uniform made it easy to check cleanliness and proper appearance, thus teaching the girls to be neat and presentable at all times. The short length of the skirt made the application of quick corrective slaps on their thighs very practical, a feature most adults took advantage of on a regular basis.

Upon a teacher entering a classroom, the schoolgirls had to immediately stand at attention, and could not move until told to seat. If a girl did not stand quickly enough, she usually was made to kneel behind her bench for the remainder of the class. However, the more severe teachers applied further disciplinary measures, ranging from a few spanks with the strap to an entire afternoon in detention.

With a profound sigh, Sally asked Alice to go through the rules for assembly time, as the last time she was severely punished for several infractions.

With a smile of patience, Alice started explaining once more:

• "Well, first of all you should remember in advance which days are scheduled for assembly. Take into consideration that your uniform has to be a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y perfect those days, you won't get away with anything. The first thing we have to do is line up outside the assembly room, in our assigned places standing at attention. Next, after directed to enter the room we have to line up in front of the south wall, facing it with our hands on our heads and feet together and wait for further instructions. This is when the prefects pass behind us to begin the first inspection round. After they complete the round, they order us to get ready for uniform inspection. This is when we have to rise our skirts all the way up and keep them there for as long as they wish. Don't forget that they check both, inside and outside of the skirt, so don't make the mistake of not keeping both sides clean. "

• "I hate, hate, hate that part!" Interrupted Sally. "These people are crazy, a girl should not be made to show herself in public like that! Furthermore, what the hell are they doing inspecting our panties? It's humiliating! And that damn room is sooo cold! I always get goosebumps all over my legs!"

• "Well…" replied Alice "…Miss Ericsson told us some time ago that apart from teaching us the importance of being neat and clean at all times, the inspections are a wonderful reminder of our place. She added that inspections get stupid rebellion thoughts outside our heads. Are you rebellious Sally?"

• "Hell no!" Sally said " I always prided myself in being an obedient girl, but this is too much!"

• "You will just have to get used to it I guess… Oh damn!" -Sally said anxiously- "Come on, its almost class time! We better run or we'll be late for the exam!"

Both girls barely made it to the classroom, and grabbed their seats together with the rest of the class. A couple of seconds later, Miss Watkinson entered the room.

There were special rules for exams at Blue Mountain's School. The school authorities had great pride on their measures against cheating, ensuring the high education standards of the institution.

As usual, girls had to stand at attention when the teacher entered the room. In exam time, however, the also had to extend their arms to the sides, the pencil on the right hand, eraser on the left. (Left-handed girls always got confused about this, and got themselves in trouble, since they were forced to use their right hand to write. Furthermore, they were punished if their handwriting was less than perfect, something most of them found very difficult to achieve.)

While holding their arms, teachers randomly inspected a few girls. Mindless to say, if a girl was ever caught with a cheatsheet or something similar, she was in deep, deep trouble. Sometimes the school principal would arrive in the middle of the exam and perform some additional verification looking for cheatsheets. If something was found on any girl, the teacher would be reprimanded. For this reason, they were very intrusive and careful on inspections. The girl being inspected was made at least to get nude from the waist down. In most cases, however, she had to get completely naked. Then she had to bend over and spread her own butt cheeks so nothing was hidden in the anus. Every inch of the girl's skin was scanned. Thereafter, she had to open her mouth wide to allow for further search, including below the tongue. Most times she was made to keep her mouth open until the end of inspection. Since this was easy to forget, it was the perfect excuse to issue detention slips to unsympathetic girls. Some teachers made the bustier girls to lift their breasts by the nipples to ensure nothing was hidden where the skin bends. After inspection was over, the girl had to wait in the anus inspection position until the rest of her classmates were done. Then they could get their clothes and seat.

A few years ago, a number of cheatsheets were caught hidden under uniform skirts and in some cases written by the girl on her own thigh skin. Since then, the anti-cheating measures were toughened. In addition to random inspections, all the girls were now made to take their skirts, shoes and socks off for the duration of the exam so nothing "illegal" could stay out of the teachers' sight. It was considered practically impossible to hide something in the shirts thus they stayed. In the case of the tie, although it was possible to hide something behind it, teachers usually let the girls wear it thus providing an opportunity to catch a cheater. It was forbidden to wear panties on exam day, so students took the exams completely bare from the waist down, including of course during winter months.

During the exam, Sally managed to take out a few notes hidden inside her school tie. She had made sure Miss Watkinson was not looking her way but she forgot to check the door window, and to her disgrace the principal happened to check at that moment.

• "Sally!!!" shouted the principal while abruptly entering the classroom " Get up this instant!!" Twenty surprised girls were taken away from their concentration and hurried to stand up as the principal entered. Immediately, the principal shouted with an authoritative voice "All of you sit down now except Sally and Alice!". "Dear Alice" -the principal said in a consequent tone, while ignoring Sally- "Have you forgotten what to do when a superior enters the room?" "Oh no, Sir, I mean… I haven't forgotten Sir…I'm very, very sorry Sir" – Alice said in the verge of tears. "So, now you are calling me a liar?. If you had not forgotten the rules, you would have stood up promptly when I entered, isn't it?". "Oh, but Sir…" -Alice said in a whisper- "OK, enough chatting" – the principal interrupted a trembling Alice- "Get on your hands and knees at floor level. You will continue your exam in this position, but before you do…" –principal continued with a louder and dramatic tome-" please get another pencil and insert it on your body as if it was a rectal thermometer, as punishment for your infraction. You will keep the pencil inside you for the rest of the day, and will go to my office after your last class. Of course, you will take the rest of your classes standing, unless you want to inflict sever damage to yourself" Openly crying, Alice inserted the pencil in her own anus, got on her hands and knees and tried to go on with the exam.

- "Well, well, well" –the principal continued this time facing a contrite Sally- "what do we have here…. nothing less than a cheat sheet!" -said while grabbing Sally's notes from her tie "… sooo, please be so kind as to go to the center of the school patio, kneel with your hands on your neck and wait for further instructions". Sally was very good at cheating at her old school and was actually the very first time she had been caught. She inhaled some air ready to begin pleading for mercy but a quick look from Alice in the floor told her otherwise. Sadly for Alice, the school principal noticed her gesture… "Alice! This punishment was not enough for you perhaps? Can't you concentrate for a minute, dear? Come see me after your exam, in the meanwhile please take out another pencil and repeat the procedure as before…" After Alice completed the operation with new tears in her eyes, principal suddenly turned towards Sally, and instructed her to hurry up. As Sally bend to pick her clothes, principal grabbed her by the hair, forcing the girl's head backwards and looking straight to her eyes said in an almost mumbling voice -"What exactly do you think you are doing young lady? Have I told you to pick your clothes? Of course not!… Your little defying attitude will end soon my dear…. Now go and do what I said" principal concluded with a couple of sharp slaps on Sally's bare butt.

After 45 minutes kneeling, Sally's knees and arms were hurting real bad. This time, however, she was really scared and her fear was stronger than her pain so she stayed in the required position, much to her dismay. After a few minutes, the Principal arrived. Sally thought she would be finally allowed to get up, but instead she endured a good 15 minutes of lecturing while still kneeling. She was then made to run several laps with her hands still on her neck and trembling knees. As the principal expected, her shaking legs got cramped and she fall on the hard floor. Her sore arms did not allow her reflexes to act quickly enough and she ended with both knees and elbows peeled. Since her injuries were not considered serious by her punisher, she was forced to go on with her punishment instead being allowed to the infirmary. Immediately after the laps she was marched towards the principal's office…

Much later….

A very contrite and tearful Sally was slowly walking home when she saw Alice wearing some strange clothing. A second later she recognized Alice's punishment uniform: red short-shorts with a matching hat reading "I'm a girl under punishment" and red sandals. Sally's thighs had lots of red handprints on them and she was carrying a heavy load of books. Sally ran towards her friend and both girls hugged with tears on their eyes.

• "I'm sorry Alice, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble" said Sally fearing that her only friend would get mad at her. "Geez Sally don't worry" Alice replied holding Sally by the shoulders with both hands –"I am kinda used to this. Instead, look at you. You still don't get that life is like this and that we have to follow orders without questioning, bargaining, pleading etc. etc. Just do as your elders say, and save yourself this troubles" Alice said almost pleading. "… What did the principal did to you? Turn around and let me look at your bottom" Sally stepped back starting to cry again "No, please, don't make me show you. This punishment is so humiliating!" "Come on, silly" Alice said impatiently "I'm your friend here, not that I'll make fun of you or anything". Still fearing that Alice could get mad, Sally turned around, her thighs showing the characteristic blue and purple marks of a severe caning. Alice started to lift her friend's skirt to inspect her bottom but Sally stepped to a side and stopped her "No, please Sally, this is shameful!" and started crying again. After a long hug, Sally finally calmed down and said between sobs -"Well Alice, you are my friend and you will see it sooner or later anyway" and with very red face turned around and lifted her skirt. Her bottom showed a lot of purple marks of the cane. In a very contrasting green color, a legend was written on Sally's cheeks: "cheater". "Oh!" Alice said a bit surprised, "I hadn't seen one of these in a while". Still sobbing, Sally replied –"and I am not allowed to rub this damn thing off me in a week, and every time I see a teacher during that time, I have to turn around and lift my own skirt and ask for a strapping". "I know, Sally. I had the same punishment last year. Listen, I better get going to deliver these books or my mom will strap me again, I'm under punishment for the exam thing. Remember that the ink they use is not the permanent type, so don't dare to rub or put anything on your bottom or the letters will fade and the Principal will cane you again for that. It will pass soon. See your tomorrow". "Bye" replied Sally while resisting the urge to rub.