Strictland Academy by Breanna Hayse, Carolyn Faulkner

grip to her hot, pulsating
bottom-cheeks.   "You do not
feel full, girl.   The bathroom may
only be used in the morning before meditation, after lunch, and in the evening
before lights out."   Attendant
Hazel gave her a considering eye.   "Unless you have a medical condition that dictates the need for
additional time, these elimination breaks are sufficient.   Do you?"
    "No
ma'am.   I don't think so.   I am just not very big, and ..."
April's downcast eyes brimmed with tears.   "I'm sorry."
    "You
should be.   You are quite the cheeky
little thing for asking, aren't you?"
    “ She
certainly is, Attendant.   It appears
necessary for me to make it impossible for Compton to get away with even the
smallest transgression," a familiar voice stated from across the
room.   It was April's nemesis,
Attendant Angela.   “ What has she done
now?"
    “ She
claims the need to urinate."
    “ Oh,
does she, now?   Didn't she go right
before her examination?"   Attendant Angela unhooked the showerhead sprayer from the hose and
handed the water line to April.   "Drink until I tell you to stop. Water is precious so you had best
not miss a drop."
    April
hesitated, her eyes darting around the room, seeking help from anyone.   This action resulted in another ruthless
spanking, this time bent across Attendant Angela's lap with her bladder pressed
uncomfortably against the hard knee.   The callused palm landed in rapid fire across the hot, traumatized skin
that had already started to harden from deep bruising.   The matron scoffed, shoving the girl
from her lap when she realized the battered flesh was past the point of
feeling.
    "This
is a waste of my time.   Get them
into the showers!"
    The
ice-cold spray brought a new sensation of pain, as the overheated pores quickly
snapped closed and tightened their skin.   All the while, attendants with bath brushes viciously scrubbed every
inch, including their tender and recently abused intimate areas.   Their wet hair was brushed with no
concern to snarls and a simple, crude haircut was given that left their locks
in a choppy, unattractive mess.   This mutilation also marked them as newcomers.   Wretchedness filled the eyes of all
three as they sunk into a deeper realization that the nightmare was just
beginning for them.
    They
were escorted into a dormitory lined with stacks of bunk beds, and assigned the
bottom racks to make them easily accessible to the supervisors.  
    “ You
will be out of bed no later than five in the morning to use the lavatory, and
you are to be prepared for your meditation and declarations by
five-fifteen.   Breakfast is at
six-thirty, lunch is at noon, and dinner at six.   There will be fifteen minutes after each
meal designated for use of the facilities.   Study time is from six thirty until nine.   At nine, the line is formed for the
lavatory and you are expected to complete your business quickly and without
dallying.   Community showers are
available at four-thirty on Sunday mornings, and it is advised you take
advantage of the privilege.   Uncleanliness will result in punishment."
    She
took in a deep breath before continuing: "Lights-out are at nine-fifteen,
not one second later.   Anyone
failing to be in bed at that time, or out of bed after reveille, will be subject
to disciplinary action.   Your
uniforms and nightgowns are on your bunks, with shoes and an extra pair of
socks beneath them.   You may put
them on."
    “ Attendant,
may I speak, please?" Molly asked quietly, careful not to look up.
    The
attendant stood directly in front of her, affecting an intimidating
stance.   "What is it,
Petry?"
    “ The
Headmaster said that we had to tell you that we'd earned another punishment
because we were too loud when he was paddling us in his office, ” she blurted, fearful
of the consequences of disobedience. "He also said to defer it for a day
or two, due to the condition of our bottoms."
    Attendant
Hazel raised an eyebrow to study the girl before