First Day of School

The day was bright and Sahithi was in great spirits as she took in the benefits of the morning sun. Since childhood she had been rising up early in the day to watch the sun rise and as a result she received plenty of Vitamin D that those orange rays of the sun. She was ready to face a new day with renewed vigour. She went on a tour of the washrooms, finding no one there. However, what struck her odd was the lack of separate bathrooms. It was obvious they had to bathe in the hall like area. She took a deep sigh and got ready before anyone else woke up.

“Hey, when did you get up?” Betsy asked as Sahithi came in.

“An hour ago.” 

“Ah, I see. As you fall into the routine you will not be able to get up so early.” Sahithi smiled and started reading the Bhagavadgita. It was her habit to start the day with at least a few slokas from the Gita that gave her enough mental strength, vigour and energy to face the day. Betsy stared at her for a long time before getting ready.

“Why? Is the schedule that rigorous?” she asked with a smile.

“You will see for yourself, wait.” was the reply. The four girls waited for their group leader to appear. 

“Where is our group leader?”

“He is getting ready.”

“Where? I don’t see him anywhere?”

“In his room of course!” Sahithi stared at her in disbelief.

“Do you mean to say that he has his own attached washroom in his room?”

“Yes.”

“How come we have no privacy?”

“They say it is to make it easier for us to get ready.”

“That’s so ridiculous! At least they could have built a few bathrooms; we would have managed.”

“They say girls take too long to get ready, common bathroom is best.”

“What!” she couldn’t believe that anyone could give such a lame excuse for not building bathrooms for girls and provide some privacy to them.

Their group leader had emerged from his room locking it securely behind him. He looked so smart and handsome that Sahithi was sure he would steal a lot of hearts if it was not a school.

“There are some girls who crush on him.” Amulya whispered making Sahithi give a look of surprise.

“How...” The group leader had come to them in the meantime and she swallowed the rest of the sentence. He greeted them but not before gazing at the room.

“Where is Supriya?” a dusky girl entered at that moment wrapped in a towel.

“You are late!” he remarked, pulling her towel off and leaving her in her birthday suit. She instinctively tried to cover herself using her hands. “Still not used to this, eh?” he asked, making her blush bright pink. “We are getting late for breakfast!” The naked girl ran into the room an got dressed quickly while Sahithi stared at the scene. Was there no such thing as dignity for the girls in this school? She now knew why her uncle had chosen this school. They wanted to break her down mentally, so that it would be easy for them to make her their puppet. “That is not going to happen.”

“Come again?” the warden’s face was flushed with anger. She realised she had spoken her thoughts aloud and was embarrassed.

“Sorry. I was thinking about something else.”

“You better not think of breaking any rules here or you will face hell.” It was both a warning and a statement making a shiver run down her spine. It was going to be the longest six years of her life.  “Let’s go.” The team of five girls and one male reached the mess hall without any further conversation.

“What is there for breakfast?” Sahithi asked the mess attendant who was serving them.

“Bread and omelette.” He said serving six slices of bread and two thin single egg omelettes. Sahithi grimaced as she saw the portion size. However, she chose not to say anything and went back to her table.

The school building was completely different from the hostel. The building was ancient but well-maintained. It was shaped like an “O” with four entrances, each one leading to one of the four hostels. Two sets of washrooms had been built – one in the east and one in the west of the building. The class rooms were spacious with plenty of fresh air blowing through the large open windows.

“It is easy to jump over.” Sahithi remarked standing near her classroom window and peering across.

“Yes. But no one does.”

“Why? It would be fun to escape the monotony once in a while.”

“Where will you go?”

“Anywhere there is no class!”

“You are quite the monkey, aren’t you?” Sahithi grinned, a twinkle in her eye speaking her nature.  Their merriment was broken by the entry of the class teacher. He was a tall man, well built, looking smart but fearsome with his full beard and a stern face that brooded no disobedience. He placed the attendance register, chalk and the cane on his desk.

Why is he carrying a cane? Sahithi thought. Does he intend to use it or is it to strike fear in the students? He glanced round the room and appeared to take a head count.

“Who is absent?” a boy rose from his seat and answered him.

“Ratnamala sir.”

“What happened to her?”

“On duty sir.”

“Ok. Any new faces?” he glanced round the room.

“Yes sir. We have a new girl in the class.” He came to Sahithi held her hand and pulled her up surprising her. When she didn’t get up, he simply held her waist and lifted her up, placed her on his shoulders and carried her to the teacher’s dais, placing her before the teacher. Sahithi’s face was bright red from the ignominy of being carried like a sack of rice in front of everyone. As soon as he put her down, she slapped him hard – repeatedly.

There was a stunned silence in the class at the unexpected assault. The boy who had carried her was too shocked to react but once he had overcome his shock, he grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back.

“Sir?” he asked waiting for instructions. The teacher was calm as he picked up the cane, swished it several times, relishing the sound it made. Then he looked Sahithi in the eye with a piercing gaze that sent chills down her spine. She gulped down nervously.

“You dare to insult me in my class.” His voice was barely above a whisper but everyone heard him clearly as if he was speaking over the PA system. “Now you will face the music.” Why did he sound as she was the culprit and not the victim?

“But sir...” he raised his brow silencing her. There was something about this teacher that made her nervous. It was something she couldn’t explain – the fear she felt was so unusual for her. She had never been afraid of a teacher so much.

“You dare to hit the class leader for no reason.” Sahithi couldn’t believe her ears. Wasn’t being carried by a boy reason enough to hit back? “So, he shall avenge his hurt pride by punishing you.” He handed the cane to the boy. "Give her two strokes for each slap she gave you." 

“What the hell!” Sahithi blurted out. What was happening?

"Yes sir. Thank you sir." the boy was obviously happy while Sahithi stared in disbelief. "She slapped me six times, so that makes it twelve strokes sir." the teacher nodded and signalled for four boys who came and placed Sahithi on the teacher's table. 

Two of them held her firmly while the third lifted her skirt up revealing her smooth round white buttocks. she realised her bottom was facing the class and the way she was being held, her pussy was completely exposed to everyone. 

"You will count each stroke you get and thank me." the teacher instructed her. "Every time you miss the count or fail to thank me, he will start from the beginning again." she was too stunned to reply. "If you understand that nod your head yes." 

realizing she had no choice, she nodded her head. 

"Start!" the teacher ordered and the class monitor happily lifted the cane high in the air and suddenly brought it down with a swish. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Sahithi screamed in pain as the cane landed on her ass stinging it. If her hands had been free, she would have rubbed her bottom shamelessly. But she could only wiggle her ass and the boys laughed making her blush bright red in embarrassment. 

"You missed the count and failed to thank me." the teacher's words made her gulp in fear. "Start again!"