by Pat Jones
Bright, beautiful, and brilliant, the Headmaster's new wife, Alexis, blew into the venerable old girl's school like the proverbial breath of fresh air.
Everything about Alexis seemed revolutionary. The Headmaster was in his sixties, and seemed to be a bit doddering to some, although those in the know realized that was merely a role he played to no small advantage. Alexis, in contrast, was much younger, although her elegance, confidence and style made her the match for any of the old codgers who taught at the school.
The venerable old institution had a reputation for being able to reform young women aged 18 - 22 into entirely respectable young ladies. However, in her mind it was the reformatory that needed reforming.
In Alexis's busy day, time was never wasted. On her very first night Alexis broke tradition by dining with the Headmaster and the other teachers at the front of the dining hall, looking very smart in her red dress and pearls. Say what you want, she and the Head were very much in love, and some of the old hens scowled to see the Silver Fox laughing like a teenager as his wife playfully spoon fed him a bit of his soup.
In a school built on tradition and routine, her vibrant presence and ringing laugh brought the cavernous and stuffy old dining hall to life. However, the biggest shock was yet to come. Unable to feign interest in Mr. Jeffries's endless lecture on the evils of taxing inherited fortunes, Alexis stood up, walked across the room, and with total aplomb sat down and joined the students at one of the long wooden tables.
The faculty was speechless. Alexis was not, and chatted amicably with the stunned students, asking them about their day, moving from table to table every few minutes, and even shaking hands.
"It's like she's running for bloody Parliament!" Professor Fertwell complained.
"And beating all of us, I'd say," Mrs. Jones added wryly.
By long standing tradition, only the teachers talked and the girls dined in silence. However, with Alexis leading the conversation, soon the whole room was awash with girlish chatter, much to the consternation of the school's old guard. In truth, the acoustics in the old hall did not lend themselves to conversation, and the noise quickly became deafening. The Headmaster pounded his mug on the table several times to warn the girls to "talk in low voices" lest the echoes bring the venerable old hall's ceiling down on their heads. But much to the dismay of the hide bound traditionalists sitting around him, the Headmaster did not object to his wife's outrage, or prevent Mr. Newman or Mrs. Jones from joining her at the student tables.
And so it was that Alexis effortlessly flicked the centuries old ban against the students talking during meals into the dustbin.
The food was next on her list, for Alexis discovered that eating with the girls meant eating their food, and the pasty porridge they were given each night was a far cry from the yummy entrees and vegetables the staff enjoyed.
"I'm surprised you use the cane at all, Jack," Alexis said at one of the faculty meetings she boldly invited herself to. "It seems to me that a double portion of that bloody porridge would do the trick. Three bowls would be capital punishment."
"But the porridge is part of the tradition," Professor Fertwell complained. "It's tasted that way for decades!"
"If it tastes so wonderful you should bloody eat it, Fertwell. Might help you lose some weight." Fertwell fumed as the room laughed along with Alexis, but her energetic advocacy on the girls' behalf once again carried the day. With the Headmaster wrapped around her lovely finger and a generous grant from her very wealthy family's foundation, Alexis won herself the right to eat real food as she mixed with the girls each night, as well as the gratitude and admiration of every single student.
Gym class was the next target. After observing the girls doing their calisthenics, Alexis inquired of the school's gym instructor, Miss Chaps, if the girls' knickers "might be a tad bit snug for this sort of exercise." Miss Chaps' reply was short and tart.
"I understand that you never went to school, and were waited on by tutors, thus I forgive the foolishness of your question, as it's attributable to ignorance rather than malice. If you'd like I'd be happy to get you a uniform, and allow you to join the girls for a workout, so you may render an intelligent and informed opinion."
Alexis had been too stunned to reply. She was surprised to have her privileged upbringing tossed back in her face, as she always regarded her station as something that gave her authority over the others, including even her husband. But Miss Chaps did not see it that way, and when a surprised Alexis discovered a complete gym kit in a poly mailer envelope bag in her letter slot she did not need to ask whom the anonymous gift was from.
However, it was Miss Chaps' turn to be surprised when Alexis showed up in the locker room wearing complete gym kit, including regulation sneakers, a shirt with the school logo, and the excruciatingly snug pair of gym knickers Miss Chaps had selected for her. Alexis had hoped her appearance would be sufficient to make her point, but Miss Chaps called her bluff, and soon she found herself on the field, running relay, jumping hurdles, and jumping over the bar.
Professor Roundly and Professor Bitts, who always liked to come out and watch the girls run, were of course immediately drawn to the new girl, even before they realized who she was. "Alex" (as the other girls soon christened her and we shall now refer to her most of the time) looked quite fit in her painted-on navy blue gym knickers, huffing-and-puffing with the other girls. As with the other girls, her bottom cheeks sagged a bit out of the ends of the sausage-casing tight knickers, and she blushed when she spread her legs and touched her toes, knowing the view of her feminine anatomy that she was presenting.
Alex did well in her events, although the new water hazard on the steeplechase surprised her. Third over the barrier, she could not see the other side, and didn't realize that Miss Chaps had made the muddy pit nearly eight feet deep. Unprepared, Alex ended up literally rolling in the mud. She finished her events, though she came into the locker room shaded like a mud-pie girl.
Wrapped in towel and picking the clumps of drying mud out of her hair, Alex asked Miss Chaps if she might send one of the girls back to the main house to fetch her a robe, so she could shower in the privacy of her own bathroom.
Caked in mud and naked save for the industrial orange school towel she clutched in front of her, Alexis was very conscious of the rapid power shift between them. The concrete floor was freezing, and Alex was standing barefoot in front of a fully clothed teacher, who looked down at her with just the tiniest trace of a smile.
"You're a filthy little piggy," Miss Chaps said tartly, "and we can't have dirty little piggies tracking mud in the hallways." Spinning her around, Miss Chaps yanked Alex's towel away with a single motion. "Skin the bunny!" she said, punctuating her command with a crackling hard slap across Alex's bare backside.
There was a bit of laughter as Alex rubbed her bottom in the shower, but it soon subsided. Alex was popular, and the girls were impressed with the way she had used her diminutive stature and low center of gravity to dodge opponents during the class football game. As for the showers, Alex certainly wasn't the first girl in the class to have felt Miss Chaps' palm across her naked bottom.
Miss Chaps always watched the girls closely as they showered, but Alex noticed that she seemed to keep a particularly close watch on her. Alex moved across the long gang shower, ostensibly to get some fresher liquid soap out of one of the ghastly red industrial disinfectant dispensers, as if there were any soap in the shower that didn't smell like road tar. Miss Chaps moved with her, keeping Alex's lithe naked body in full view.
"Now you know how the rest of us bloody feel," one of the girls whispered to Alex. Indeed she did. It felt quite humbling to be naked in the large cement shower with 30 other girls, especially since without her heels many of the girls were taller than she was. When Mrs. Allen, her husband's troll like-secretary, came in with papers for Miss Chaps, Alex felt quite embarrassed. Much to her relief, Mrs. Allen didn't even seem to notice her, but it was a relief that quickly morphed into surprise.
"I supposed naked I don't look much different from the other girls," Alex thought as she shampooed the burning red disinfectant into her scalp.
Alex greeted the revelation with mixed emotions. She had always felt that she had missed out on the girls' school experience her husband's students took for granted. Things had gotten out of hand that day, as Alex had never intended to actually work out with the girls, let alone make a show of herself in her indecent school knickers for the male teachers. But there had been something about the experience that had seemed right. There was something enjoyable - even comforting - about finally being "one of the girls."
Alex was dismayed to discover her husband had personally approved the school's gym knickers. She also lost her argument to have the "perfectly dreadful mud bath" steeplechase pit filled in and the soap changed. But she did get new gym equipment, warmer water, hair dryers, and more time for her and the other girls to shower. Again her "fellow classmates" (as Alex now referred to them) were grateful.
Alex tried to work out with the girls at least once a week, although she varied the day and time to avoid attracting too many faculty fanboys ogling her in her gym knickers as Miss Chaps put Alex and her classmates through their rigorous paces.
Being ogled in her gym knickers and showering with the other girls was quite embarrassing, but that was part of the excitement. She really did feel like a student again when she was in class, and being treated like one of the girls by her fellow classmates and Miss Chaps gave her a deliciously naughty tingle.
It was in the showers that Alex first noticed the stripes on the girls' bottoms. She had seen girls walking tenderly down the hall, as if each step were agony. She knew the reason, but it was never discussed openly, at least not in front of her in her role as the Headmaster's wife. The student showers, however, were another story.
"Blast it, Samantha. Your whole arse is red. The strap then?"
"Uh-huh. Three tardy. I had it coming, but did it ever sting!"
"Old Jack really likes to paint our cabooses red, doesn't he? Loves his work, that one does."
Alex was used to the girls calling her husband "Old Jack" in the showers, a familiarity she'd never have permitted if they weren't in gym class. Out of class she was the Headmaster's wife after all. But here she was one of them.
Canings were as common as strappings and much more interesting to look at. Alex marveled at her husband's ability to draw perfectly spaced patterns on a girl's bottom. A girl who refused to sing God Save the Queen actually had something resembling the Union Jack flag striped onto her backside.
"I love my country, but it was a political protest about the rising cost of education," the girl explained. "Old Jack actually agreed with me, and I told him it was only a one-time protest and promised never to do it again. But he said we were here to learn about democracy, not practice it. So he corked my knickers and over the desk I went!"
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