Synopsis:
Chapter 1. In which Sarah arrives at Harkwood Academy
The large stone edifice of Harkwood rose up through the trees at the end of the gravel drive, looking like something from the opening scene of a Merchant Ivory film. It was Sarah Porter's first look at her new school. The taxi took almost five minutes to traverse the winding gravel road from the front gate and the closer she came to her destination, the more apprehensive Sarah became.
She was excited to be sure, but a new school was always something to be nervous about. A new school in a new country was definitely something to be nervous about. It was a great opportunity, she had to keep telling herself that. Just because her stepdad wanted her out of the way didn't mean she shouldn't be grateful. When she had researched the school on the internet it had great credentials, a brilliant academic record and curriculum. Just what she had always wanted. She knew she should be happy, but to fly all the way to England to a boarding school at 16 was just a little scary.
Sarah heard the crunch of gravel as the cab pulled away and drove back to the town. She must have been daydreaming as she hadn't even realised they had arrived. She turned back to the imposing wooden doors set in the great, grey stone building. Sarah stood there, her two bags beside her - all her possessions in the world now. She was only 5 foot tall and slender and standing before this old gothic building made her think of the horror stories by Lovecraft that she loved so much. She almost expected to see a great tentacled horror burst through the thick metal banded oak doors.
She gave a small shiver, picked up her bags and moved up the few wide stone steps. It was late afternoon, and even though it was the middle of summer, the day was overcast, something she thought she would need to get used to now she was in England, and slightly chilly. She pulled her coat a little tighter and was so glad she was wearing stockings under her jeans. She wanted to get inside, to see her new school and get settled. Her hand trembled a little as she reached for the large iron ring set in the middle panel of the doors and knocked twice.
Almost instantly the doors opened and she was greeted by a smiling bearded face.
"Hello miss, and what would you be wanting here?"
"Um, I'm Sarah Porter," she mumbled.
Even though he was smiling this giant of a man was an imposing figure. Well over six foot tall and well built, he exuded power.
"Sarah Porter is it? And who's Sarah Porter when she's at home?"
Sarah was unsure what to say to this, obviously some quaint English colloquialism. He definitely had an odd way of speaking in questions which was slightly off-putting.
"Um, I... I'm a new student here at Harkwood. I've just arrived," Sarah stammered, indicating her bags on the ground beside her.
"Ah well then, you had better come in hadn't you?"
With that he moved out of the doorway and motioned for her to come inside. She picked up her bags and moved through the large door into the hallway beyond, a little chagrined that he had not offered to help her with her bags. After all he probably could have picked them up with his pinkies.
"We had better be off to the headmistress hadn't we? You're already late and we don't want you getting in any more trouble now do we?"
More trouble? What was he on about? Sarah did have to admit she was late though. Her flight had been delayed and then she had stopped off to post a few postcards in London but school did not start for another week. She had heaps of time to get to know the place. She picked up her bags and struggled after the man's figure as it retreated down a corridor to her left. She had to admit he had a definite appeal, his obviously muscular physique was not lost on the girl. She could get used to following him around, even if he did look ten years older than her.
Halfway down the corridor, he stopped and knocked at a door. Sarah was just catching up to him as he opened the door and stepped inside. She arrived just as the door was closing.
"Headmistress Mrs P Huffington-Smythe," Sarah read off the gold lettering embossed on the door. Wow, what a mouthful she thought to herself. Sarah could hear muffled voices from behind the door and was just about to lean in a little closer when it sprang open, the handsome man strode out and off down the hall without another word to the startled girl.
"Enter," rang a rather stentorian voice. Sarah stood staring down the corridor a little astonished at the rudeness of the man. Weren't the English supposed to be polite?
"Are you deaf or a dullard?"
Sarah jumped, grabbed her bags and hurried inside the room. The large office was beautifully appointed, richly decorated with thick burgundy carpet, leather chairs and a stunning mahogany table. The walls were covered in portraits in elaborate, baroque frames. Sarah's eyes drank in the finery of the room, she had never seen it’s like. It had the air of a royal palace.
"Dullard it is then." proclaimed the woman seated behind the large wooden desk that dominated one side of the room. Sarah blushed, pulling her gaze from surveying the walls and beheld the speaker. The woman would have been in her 40's but she was very attractive. She had a poise and grace that Sarah found enigmatic and simultaneously made her feel surprisingly inadequate. She dropped her bags and stepped forward with her hand extended.
"Hi I'm Sarah Por..."
"SILENCE."
Sarah was stunned. The sheer volume and violence of the word startled her and she took a step backwards, instinctively looking towards the door.
"Pick up those bags, walk to the door and place them neatly to one side against the wall, then come back and stand there," the headmistress said, indicating a spot in front of her desk, her eyes never leaving those of the frightened young girl.
Sarah picked up her bags and walked them meekly to the door. Five minutes in and she was already questioning her presence here, so far from home. Sarah made her way back to the desk and stood in front of this stern woman, so much different from the headmaster at her old school. Old Mr Jamison was really friendly.
"That is not where I told you to stand. Move to your right."
Sarah raised an eyebrow questioningly but took a step to her right, wondering what possible difference it made where she stood, but looked to the headmistress for approval.
"Uppity little prig aren't you?"
Sarah had no idea what a prig was but she was sure it wasn't complimentary.
"No Mrs Hufflington Smith, I am not," Sarah said obsequiously. Better not anger her any further, after all day one is not the best day to start being in trouble Sarah thought to herself.
"How dare you! You have a lot to learn little miss. Being from such a cultureless country is no excuse for the ignorance and crassness of the individual. You shall address me as Ma'am and you have earned yourself one infraction for impudence. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," mumbled Sarah, though she had no understanding at all of what was going on.
"Speak up, mumbling is indicative of ill-breeding, as if we needed anymore evidence of that in your case," proclaimed the headmistress as she leant back in her chair.
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah said more loudly this time.
"Yes Ma'am what?"
"Um, yes Ma'am I understand," Sarah said uncertainly.
"I highly doubt you do but I do not wish to be here all night."
The headmistress opened a folder before her on the desk.
"Sarah Josephine Porter, 16 years of age. American," this last was said with a disdainful curl of the lip. "Your father has arranged for your tuition here for the next two years."
At the mention of the word 'father' Sarah opened her mouth to speak but quickly caught herself. He wasn't her father, just the latest rich bastard her mother had managed to dig her hooks into.
"Stand up straight. Shoulders back, feet shoulders width apart. Arms behind your back, hands in the small of your back, right palm resting in the left. Elbows back."
Sarah was a little shocked, too shocked to move. The instructions had almost been spat at her, so quickly and so forcefully had they come. The headmistress stood up slowly. She moved with a quiet grace that was tinged with menace. Sarah quickly shuffled herself into position wondering what kind of school her stepfather had enrolled her in. She knew it was a prestigious finishing school but she had never thought it might be one of those 19th century disciplinarian schools, like something out of Dickens.
The headmistress walked slowly past Sarah, the silk sleeves of her blouse almost brushing the trembling body of the young girl. Sarah turned her head to watch where she was going.
"Eyes front."
Sarah snapped her head back forward. How had she known? She couldn't have seen her. Sarah felt something hard and heavy placed on the top of her head. She instinctively moved away but was caught by the arm in a vicelike grip that began to hurt immediately.
"Stand still until you are told to move. Now head up and eyes forward."
Sarah did as she was told and quickly realised that a book had been placed on her head.
"When you are standing to attention you stand like this. And when you are in the presence of any teacher or authority figure you will be standing at attention unless told otherwise. Slovenliness is not something tolerated in any girl at Harkwood. Your eyes stay to the front, curiosity is not becoming in a girl. You wait until you are given a point of focus and then you focus on that."
The headmistress circled Sarah as she spoke, moving in and out of her field of vision, providing constant temptation to move her head or eyes to follow the movement. Sarah held firm and focused on a portrait hanging on the wall behind the large desk, presumably a previous headmistress.
As she sat back down Sarah's eyes moved to follow her. She was facing forward and thought it was the right thing to do to look at someone as they spoke to you.
"One infraction for disobedience and one infraction for poor posture," the headmistress said resignedly. Sarah's eyes snapped back up and refocused on the portrait.
"I personally find slow learners to be quite tedious, but many of your teachers will find this a challenge. Do you understand your current position Porter?"
"Um, yes Ma'am."
"Well describe it to me."
Sarah had not quite thought that question through. She had just felt it better to agree and the consequences were not long in coming. What did she mean, position. She couldn't come up with anything better and she knew time was critical.
"I am standing at attention Ma'am," Sarah said, hoping this was right. She was feeling very confused and just a little stupid - not something she was used to at all.
"Go on."
"Um, I am standing..."
"If you say um one more time you will earn yourself another infraction. Um is what stupid people say to try and get their brain to work at the same speed as that of a normal person."
"Yes Ma'am, sorry Ma'am. I am standing at attention with my back straight, shoulders back and with my hands behind my back."
"And why are you standing at attention?"
"U...because you told me to Ma'am." Sarah caught herself just in time and cringed slightly, hoping she had not caused herself more trouble.
"Well simple minds provide simple results I suppose. You are standing at attention because you are in the presence of a superior. From what I have seen in this short time I think you will be hard pressed to find someone here who will not be your superior at Harkwood," the headmistress said with a sneer.
Sarah flushed in embarrassment, her cheeks becoming a mottled pink. She felt like a small child. Nothing she could do was right. Nothing she said was right. She had been in the building 10 minutes and she already felt like she didn't belong. Maybe she should have stayed at home at her normal high school, maybe she should have refused the chance to go to this great school and really excel.
She had always been a straight A student but that didn't mean much at her old school where most other students were lucky to see anything higher than a C on any exam result. But here she already felt like she might not be able to measure up and she had only just met the headmistress. Somewhere deep inside Sarah found the courage to stop the doubt. She had to pull herself together and believe that she could excel. No not just excel, but to be the best: best in class, best in year and best in school.
"Now, your father has enrolled you in our special curriculum. This means that you will be placed in Trinity house. Your classes will be taken only with other Trinity students, you will reside in the Trinity dormitory and be subject to all rules and regulations pertaining to Trinity house. You are being given a special opportunity Porter. We have a number of very distinguished Trinity alumni, including two wives of European heads of state. I must stress that Trinity girls are set a higher standard. There is no pass or fail for Trinity girls. It is 100% or failure and let me tell you Porter, failure is not tolerated at Harkwood. Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah said with conviction. This was her chance to prove herself. A special school house, special subjects. It was everything she had dreamed of.
"Before you are outfitted and meet your handler, first we have to deal with some paperwork. Sign this form in the places marked. Your parents have signed these forms already, as have I. Once your enrolment is complete, your time at Harkwood will begin."
The headmistress rested a pen on the folder and pushed the papers across the desk towards Sarah. She knew this was a test, she only just caught herself from flicking her eyes to the papers. Finally her brain was kicking into gear, after the initial shock of being treated like a child. She knew she wasn't supposed to lean down and take the pen as not only would the book fall off her head but she would be out of position without permission. The only thing that worried her was if she was supposed to ask to move or just wait. She decided that making the headmistress wait might be the worse option.
"May I move to sign Ma'am?"
"Yes Porter, remove the book from your head, place it on the table and sign your enrolment forms."
Sarah reached up and removed the leather-bound book from her head and moved to place it on the table. She reached for the pen and looked at the papers. There was her mother’s and step-father’s signature, there was the headmistress’ large florid signature and all that remained was for her to sign. It was over in seconds. She did not even think to read the document, after all it would have been boring stuff about permissions and grades.
The instant she lifted the pen from the page the headmistress took back the papers and pen and placed them in a draw of the desk. She looked up at Sarah who quickly scrambled back to attention and waited with apprehension for what was to come next.
"Come in Miss Harper," shouted the headmistress.
The door behind Sarah opened and it took a mammoth effort of will for Sarah not to turn around and see who it was.
"Ah Miss Harper. This will be your charge for the rest of the semester. Her name is Porter. Please take her to the Supply Office, have her outfitted and ensure her physical is taken, then give her a perfunctory tour of the grounds. I am afraid that you will miss dinner but a late supper will be provided for you once your charge is safely in dorm."
"Yes Ma'am." Sarah could still not see the girl in question. She sounded a little older, which would make sense. Probably a senior assigned to help her out and help her settle in.
"Porter, this is Miss Harper and you will address her as such. She is a prefect from Medea house. She is to be counted among your superiors here at Harkwood as are all prefects. You owe her your obedience and good behaviour as your behaviour reflects upon her. Technically
she is your Housemother but that term is a little archaic and it has become a general rule just to call them handlers. It is a little break with tradition that I allow. Now, go."
Sarah turned to look at the girl and then move towards the door. The girl was a little taller than her and quite a bit stockier than her. Not fat exactly but definitely not slim. A little smile crept onto Sarah's face. This could be her first friend at her new school.
"Porter, when you are dismissed from the presence of a superior you show the proper respect. Now curtsy to Headmistress." Sarah's smile quickly vanished. So much for a new friend. This bitch was probably one of those stuck-up cows that got off on thinking she was better than everyone else. How could she even do a curtsy, she wasn't wearing a skirt.
Sarah's mind raced. She turned back to the headmistress and sort of bent her legs in what she thought was a kind of curtsy she had seen someone do once on TV.
"Wrong,” spat Harper. "Stand at attention. Now move your right foot directly behind your left and bend your knees. Too much, you're not doing squats." Sarah was mortified to be corrected like this by another girl but she grit her teeth and did as she was told.
"Now keep your back straight but bend at the waist and lean forwards slightly. Hands out to your side where your skirt should be. Forefinger and thumb together and the rest of your fingers fanned out. Now do it all at once."
Sarah felt the heat of the blush move up her chest to her neck and face. She felt her cheeks go bright red as she performed her first curtsy at the insistence of another young girl.
"Do you wish for this to be marked as an infraction Ma'am," Harper asked the headmistress.
"No Harper this time I shall let it pass. She has earned herself three infractions already, for disobedience, impudence and poor posture. Please make a note for this to be amended to her record at processing."
"Yes Ma'am. Come Porter, pick up your bags and let’s get going."
The large stone edifice of Harkwood rose up through the trees at the end of the gravel drive, looking like something from the opening scene of a Merchant Ivory film. It was Sarah Porter's first look at her new school. The taxi took almost five minutes to traverse the winding gravel road from the front gate and the closer she came to her destination, the more apprehensive Sarah became.
She was excited to be sure, but a new school was always something to be nervous about. A new school in a new country was definitely something to be nervous about. It was a great opportunity, she had to keep telling herself that. Just because her stepdad wanted her out of the way didn't mean she shouldn't be grateful. When she had researched the school on the internet it had great credentials, a brilliant academic record and curriculum. Just what she had always wanted. She knew she should be happy, but to fly all the way to England to a boarding school at 16 was just a little scary.
Sarah heard the crunch of gravel as the cab pulled away and drove back to the town. She must have been daydreaming as she hadn't even realised they had arrived. She turned back to the imposing wooden doors set in the great, grey stone building. Sarah stood there, her two bags beside her - all her possessions in the world now. She was only 5 foot tall and slender and standing before this old gothic building made her think of the horror stories by Lovecraft that she loved so much. She almost expected to see a great tentacled horror burst through the thick metal banded oak doors.
She gave a small shiver, picked up her bags and moved up the few wide stone steps. It was late afternoon, and even though it was the middle of summer, the day was overcast, something she thought she would need to get used to now she was in England, and slightly chilly. She pulled her coat a little tighter and was so glad she was wearing stockings under her jeans. She wanted to get inside, to see her new school and get settled. Her hand trembled a little as she reached for the large iron ring set in the middle panel of the doors and knocked twice.
Almost instantly the doors opened and she was greeted by a smiling bearded face.
"Hello miss, and what would you be wanting here?"
"Um, I'm Sarah Porter," she mumbled.
Even though he was smiling this giant of a man was an imposing figure. Well over six foot tall and well built, he exuded power.
"Sarah Porter is it? And who's Sarah Porter when she's at home?"
Sarah was unsure what to say to this, obviously some quaint English colloquialism. He definitely had an odd way of speaking in questions which was slightly off-putting.
"Um, I... I'm a new student here at Harkwood. I've just arrived," Sarah stammered, indicating her bags on the ground beside her.
"Ah well then, you had better come in hadn't you?"
With that he moved out of the doorway and motioned for her to come inside. She picked up her bags and moved through the large door into the hallway beyond, a little chagrined that he had not offered to help her with her bags. After all he probably could have picked them up with his pinkies.
"We had better be off to the headmistress hadn't we? You're already late and we don't want you getting in any more trouble now do we?"
More trouble? What was he on about? Sarah did have to admit she was late though. Her flight had been delayed and then she had stopped off to post a few postcards in London but school did not start for another week. She had heaps of time to get to know the place. She picked up her bags and struggled after the man's figure as it retreated down a corridor to her left. She had to admit he had a definite appeal, his obviously muscular physique was not lost on the girl. She could get used to following him around, even if he did look ten years older than her.
Halfway down the corridor, he stopped and knocked at a door. Sarah was just catching up to him as he opened the door and stepped inside. She arrived just as the door was closing.
"Headmistress Mrs P Huffington-Smythe," Sarah read off the gold lettering embossed on the door. Wow, what a mouthful she thought to herself. Sarah could hear muffled voices from behind the door and was just about to lean in a little closer when it sprang open, the handsome man strode out and off down the hall without another word to the startled girl.
"Enter," rang a rather stentorian voice. Sarah stood staring down the corridor a little astonished at the rudeness of the man. Weren't the English supposed to be polite?
"Are you deaf or a dullard?"
Sarah jumped, grabbed her bags and hurried inside the room. The large office was beautifully appointed, richly decorated with thick burgundy carpet, leather chairs and a stunning mahogany table. The walls were covered in portraits in elaborate, baroque frames. Sarah's eyes drank in the finery of the room, she had never seen it’s like. It had the air of a royal palace.
"Dullard it is then." proclaimed the woman seated behind the large wooden desk that dominated one side of the room. Sarah blushed, pulling her gaze from surveying the walls and beheld the speaker. The woman would have been in her 40's but she was very attractive. She had a poise and grace that Sarah found enigmatic and simultaneously made her feel surprisingly inadequate. She dropped her bags and stepped forward with her hand extended.
"Hi I'm Sarah Por..."
"SILENCE."
Sarah was stunned. The sheer volume and violence of the word startled her and she took a step backwards, instinctively looking towards the door.
"Pick up those bags, walk to the door and place them neatly to one side against the wall, then come back and stand there," the headmistress said, indicating a spot in front of her desk, her eyes never leaving those of the frightened young girl.
Sarah picked up her bags and walked them meekly to the door. Five minutes in and she was already questioning her presence here, so far from home. Sarah made her way back to the desk and stood in front of this stern woman, so much different from the headmaster at her old school. Old Mr Jamison was really friendly.
"That is not where I told you to stand. Move to your right."
Sarah raised an eyebrow questioningly but took a step to her right, wondering what possible difference it made where she stood, but looked to the headmistress for approval.
"Uppity little prig aren't you?"
Sarah had no idea what a prig was but she was sure it wasn't complimentary.
"No Mrs Hufflington Smith, I am not," Sarah said obsequiously. Better not anger her any further, after all day one is not the best day to start being in trouble Sarah thought to herself.
"How dare you! You have a lot to learn little miss. Being from such a cultureless country is no excuse for the ignorance and crassness of the individual. You shall address me as Ma'am and you have earned yourself one infraction for impudence. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," mumbled Sarah, though she had no understanding at all of what was going on.
"Speak up, mumbling is indicative of ill-breeding, as if we needed anymore evidence of that in your case," proclaimed the headmistress as she leant back in her chair.
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah said more loudly this time.
"Yes Ma'am what?"
"Um, yes Ma'am I understand," Sarah said uncertainly.
"I highly doubt you do but I do not wish to be here all night."
The headmistress opened a folder before her on the desk.
"Sarah Josephine Porter, 16 years of age. American," this last was said with a disdainful curl of the lip. "Your father has arranged for your tuition here for the next two years."
At the mention of the word 'father' Sarah opened her mouth to speak but quickly caught herself. He wasn't her father, just the latest rich bastard her mother had managed to dig her hooks into.
"Stand up straight. Shoulders back, feet shoulders width apart. Arms behind your back, hands in the small of your back, right palm resting in the left. Elbows back."
Sarah was a little shocked, too shocked to move. The instructions had almost been spat at her, so quickly and so forcefully had they come. The headmistress stood up slowly. She moved with a quiet grace that was tinged with menace. Sarah quickly shuffled herself into position wondering what kind of school her stepfather had enrolled her in. She knew it was a prestigious finishing school but she had never thought it might be one of those 19th century disciplinarian schools, like something out of Dickens.
The headmistress walked slowly past Sarah, the silk sleeves of her blouse almost brushing the trembling body of the young girl. Sarah turned her head to watch where she was going.
"Eyes front."
Sarah snapped her head back forward. How had she known? She couldn't have seen her. Sarah felt something hard and heavy placed on the top of her head. She instinctively moved away but was caught by the arm in a vicelike grip that began to hurt immediately.
"Stand still until you are told to move. Now head up and eyes forward."
Sarah did as she was told and quickly realised that a book had been placed on her head.
"When you are standing to attention you stand like this. And when you are in the presence of any teacher or authority figure you will be standing at attention unless told otherwise. Slovenliness is not something tolerated in any girl at Harkwood. Your eyes stay to the front, curiosity is not becoming in a girl. You wait until you are given a point of focus and then you focus on that."
The headmistress circled Sarah as she spoke, moving in and out of her field of vision, providing constant temptation to move her head or eyes to follow the movement. Sarah held firm and focused on a portrait hanging on the wall behind the large desk, presumably a previous headmistress.
As she sat back down Sarah's eyes moved to follow her. She was facing forward and thought it was the right thing to do to look at someone as they spoke to you.
"One infraction for disobedience and one infraction for poor posture," the headmistress said resignedly. Sarah's eyes snapped back up and refocused on the portrait.
"I personally find slow learners to be quite tedious, but many of your teachers will find this a challenge. Do you understand your current position Porter?"
"Um, yes Ma'am."
"Well describe it to me."
Sarah had not quite thought that question through. She had just felt it better to agree and the consequences were not long in coming. What did she mean, position. She couldn't come up with anything better and she knew time was critical.
"I am standing at attention Ma'am," Sarah said, hoping this was right. She was feeling very confused and just a little stupid - not something she was used to at all.
"Go on."
"Um, I am standing..."
"If you say um one more time you will earn yourself another infraction. Um is what stupid people say to try and get their brain to work at the same speed as that of a normal person."
"Yes Ma'am, sorry Ma'am. I am standing at attention with my back straight, shoulders back and with my hands behind my back."
"And why are you standing at attention?"
"U...because you told me to Ma'am." Sarah caught herself just in time and cringed slightly, hoping she had not caused herself more trouble.
"Well simple minds provide simple results I suppose. You are standing at attention because you are in the presence of a superior. From what I have seen in this short time I think you will be hard pressed to find someone here who will not be your superior at Harkwood," the headmistress said with a sneer.
Sarah flushed in embarrassment, her cheeks becoming a mottled pink. She felt like a small child. Nothing she could do was right. Nothing she said was right. She had been in the building 10 minutes and she already felt like she didn't belong. Maybe she should have stayed at home at her normal high school, maybe she should have refused the chance to go to this great school and really excel.
She had always been a straight A student but that didn't mean much at her old school where most other students were lucky to see anything higher than a C on any exam result. But here she already felt like she might not be able to measure up and she had only just met the headmistress. Somewhere deep inside Sarah found the courage to stop the doubt. She had to pull herself together and believe that she could excel. No not just excel, but to be the best: best in class, best in year and best in school.
"Now, your father has enrolled you in our special curriculum. This means that you will be placed in Trinity house. Your classes will be taken only with other Trinity students, you will reside in the Trinity dormitory and be subject to all rules and regulations pertaining to Trinity house. You are being given a special opportunity Porter. We have a number of very distinguished Trinity alumni, including two wives of European heads of state. I must stress that Trinity girls are set a higher standard. There is no pass or fail for Trinity girls. It is 100% or failure and let me tell you Porter, failure is not tolerated at Harkwood. Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah said with conviction. This was her chance to prove herself. A special school house, special subjects. It was everything she had dreamed of.
"Before you are outfitted and meet your handler, first we have to deal with some paperwork. Sign this form in the places marked. Your parents have signed these forms already, as have I. Once your enrolment is complete, your time at Harkwood will begin."
The headmistress rested a pen on the folder and pushed the papers across the desk towards Sarah. She knew this was a test, she only just caught herself from flicking her eyes to the papers. Finally her brain was kicking into gear, after the initial shock of being treated like a child. She knew she wasn't supposed to lean down and take the pen as not only would the book fall off her head but she would be out of position without permission. The only thing that worried her was if she was supposed to ask to move or just wait. She decided that making the headmistress wait might be the worse option.
"May I move to sign Ma'am?"
"Yes Porter, remove the book from your head, place it on the table and sign your enrolment forms."
Sarah reached up and removed the leather-bound book from her head and moved to place it on the table. She reached for the pen and looked at the papers. There was her mother’s and step-father’s signature, there was the headmistress’ large florid signature and all that remained was for her to sign. It was over in seconds. She did not even think to read the document, after all it would have been boring stuff about permissions and grades.
The instant she lifted the pen from the page the headmistress took back the papers and pen and placed them in a draw of the desk. She looked up at Sarah who quickly scrambled back to attention and waited with apprehension for what was to come next.
"Come in Miss Harper," shouted the headmistress.
The door behind Sarah opened and it took a mammoth effort of will for Sarah not to turn around and see who it was.
"Ah Miss Harper. This will be your charge for the rest of the semester. Her name is Porter. Please take her to the Supply Office, have her outfitted and ensure her physical is taken, then give her a perfunctory tour of the grounds. I am afraid that you will miss dinner but a late supper will be provided for you once your charge is safely in dorm."
"Yes Ma'am." Sarah could still not see the girl in question. She sounded a little older, which would make sense. Probably a senior assigned to help her out and help her settle in.
"Porter, this is Miss Harper and you will address her as such. She is a prefect from Medea house. She is to be counted among your superiors here at Harkwood as are all prefects. You owe her your obedience and good behaviour as your behaviour reflects upon her. Technically
she is your Housemother but that term is a little archaic and it has become a general rule just to call them handlers. It is a little break with tradition that I allow. Now, go."
Sarah turned to look at the girl and then move towards the door. The girl was a little taller than her and quite a bit stockier than her. Not fat exactly but definitely not slim. A little smile crept onto Sarah's face. This could be her first friend at her new school.
"Porter, when you are dismissed from the presence of a superior you show the proper respect. Now curtsy to Headmistress." Sarah's smile quickly vanished. So much for a new friend. This bitch was probably one of those stuck-up cows that got off on thinking she was better than everyone else. How could she even do a curtsy, she wasn't wearing a skirt.
Sarah's mind raced. She turned back to the headmistress and sort of bent her legs in what she thought was a kind of curtsy she had seen someone do once on TV.
"Wrong,” spat Harper. "Stand at attention. Now move your right foot directly behind your left and bend your knees. Too much, you're not doing squats." Sarah was mortified to be corrected like this by another girl but she grit her teeth and did as she was told.
"Now keep your back straight but bend at the waist and lean forwards slightly. Hands out to your side where your skirt should be. Forefinger and thumb together and the rest of your fingers fanned out. Now do it all at once."
Sarah felt the heat of the blush move up her chest to her neck and face. She felt her cheeks go bright red as she performed her first curtsy at the insistence of another young girl.
"Do you wish for this to be marked as an infraction Ma'am," Harper asked the headmistress.
"No Harper this time I shall let it pass. She has earned herself three infractions already, for disobedience, impudence and poor posture. Please make a note for this to be amended to her record at processing."
"Yes Ma'am. Come Porter, pick up your bags and let’s get going."
Sarah bowed her head and shuffled to the door behind the older girl. She picked up her bags and stepped into the corridor, her mind whirling in confusion, humiliation and just a little fear. This was like a crazy place but she would just have to adapt. She would show these people that all their silly rules and traditions were no match for her.
Chapter 2. In which Sarah is issued a uniform
"Move it Porter."
Sarah struggled with her bags as she tried to keep up with her handler. What did that even mean - 'handler'? It was a rather strange title but then everything was pretty strange at this school. Sarah was unsure if it was what all English boarding schools were like or if it was just all English people in general.
She ran along behind the fast-moving girl, quickly losing her way amongst the twists and turns of the old building. They passed only one other girl in the corridor and Sarah noticed that she was dressed in the same uniform as Harper. It was a cute little uniform of blue pleated skirt and white blouse with a blue chequered tie, white knee-socks and black shoes.
"I like your uniform," Sarah gasped when she caught up to Harper. The older girl stopped abruptly and twirled to face her, almost causing Sarah to fall over and knock the other girl down in the process. She only just managed to stumble against the wall to prevent it.
"Listen Porter I am a prefect of this school. Do you know what that means? You heard Mrs Huffington-Smythe explain it to you. I am your superior. You do not speak without permission and when you do you address me as Miss Harper. You got that?" The anger was evident on the young girl’s face.
"Uh, yeah Miss Harper," Sarah stammered somewhat taken aback.
"Uh, yeah Miss Harper," the older girl mimicked in a high-pitched whiny voice. "Try again and this time with respect, spunk."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah almost whispered, admonished by the venom in the girls voice.
"You listen and listen good. I am in charge of you during free periods, lunch, house events and generally any other time you are not under the supervision of a teacher or housemistress. If you get in trouble I get in trouble. Now I get in trouble and you better believe you will feel bad about that. You do what I say when I say. Fucking Trinity bitches. I know you cunts have your uses but you better not cost me any privileges. Fucking Trinity bitches! Fucking spunk! Now let’s get you processed."
Sarah was shocked by the tirade. She had no idea what was going on. Harper had already turned away and continued on so she stumbled after her, her mind reeling. This chick obviously hated her. But for what? For being in a different house? For having to show her around and be responsible?
Sarah knew she didn't hate her for who she was, she didn't know her. She vowed to do whatever she could to show the older girl she would not get her into trouble. She needed friends here. She never really had any great girlfriends back home. She was too studious, too quiet and reserved. All the other girls just wanted to watch the football players and get drunk or talk about vampires or some other stupid crap. She was hoping these English girls just might be a little more mature.
Sarah saw Harper disappear into a room ahead and hurried to follow her inside. The room was large and without a door, simply a large square opening that let on to the corridor. Directly ahead was a large counter behind which she could see a mass of caged shelves. To her left the entire wall was covered in small pigeonholes, some small letter-sized others much larger and might be able to hold one of her bags. To the right the room was split into three cubicles that all seemed empty right now.
"Put your bags up here on the counter and then move back into the middle of the room and wait," ordered Harper as she dinged the small metal bell that sat on the countertop. Sarah strode forward and struggled to lift her bags up onto the high counter. She then moved back into the centre of the room and looked at the pigeonholes. Most were empty but some had letters, some had small or large boxes and some contained some rather strange looking things that Sarah could not quite make out.
"Porter, what the hell? Attention!" Harper snapped.
Sarah jumped and quickly stood to attention. Damn, damn, damn. Her first chance squandered.
As she picked out something to focus on to keep her eyes ahead, she hoped that if she did something wrong and no one else was there that it would not reflect badly on Miss Harper. She chose the clock on the wall behind the counter. It was too far away for her to make out anything but the numbers but if she squinted she could almost see the thin hour and minute hands.
Harper stayed at the counter mumbling to herself and dinged the small metal bell again. Sarah wasn't sure exactly how long it took for someone to show up but she heard the bell ding twice more before she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Sorry it took so long, it's after hours you know. And on a Sunday. Now how can I help you young lady." Sarah could tell from the voice it was an older lady, late 40s for sure. And she sounded rather matronly. Isn't it funny, she thought to herself, how you can get an impression from someone's voice alone. A small dreamy smile spread across Sarah’s face.
"She looks happy," observed the matronly woman.
"I have no idea why Mrs Goodwin. This is a new girl for Trinity house. Needs processing and she already has four infractions," stated Harper matter-of-factly. Sarah composed herself.
"Oh dear, another Trinity girl. Well let's begin. It's after five already and Miss Marple is on tonight. Never miss it dear. Ok, Porter is it. You can begin undressing, have her put her clothes in this bag and we can add it to her other bags for storage."
Sarah's mind couldn't quite process what she had just heard. She just stood, frozen to the spot. The only movement she made was the heaving of her chest as she fought for air and the blinking of her eyes as she tried to understand what was going on.
"Come on Porter. I know you're Trinity and all but surely you understand 'getting undressed'," derided Harper. Sarah's mind whirled.
"Uh yeah Miss Harper but... but...I...why do I have to get undressed?" Sarah asked plaintively.
"Well you need to be fitted for your uniform. It's all part of student processing. You are to wear your uniform at all times while are Harkwood. Even on excursions, if you have the permissions, you are to wear your uniform as you are always representing the school and your behaviour is always under scrutiny. Come on, you are at an all girls boarding school. You really think you have anything that hasn't already been seen?"
Well maybe for you, Sarah thought, but you haven't seen mine. She so wanted to answer back but she knew she already had a bunch of marks against her name and she desperately just wanted to fit in. Sarah didn't move however, until Harper started to advance towards her with the large paper bag.
"Two seconds Porter and you get infraction number five," threatened Harper.
Sarah took the whole two seconds to try and orientate herself. She moved towards one of the cubicles to her left and began unbuttoning her jacket.
"Get back here. What do you think you are doing?"
"Um, getting changed?"
"Well, well, infraction five it is," her handler said, shaking her head.
"Um, getting changed Miss Harper," Sarah quickly corrected herself.
"Well finally catching on but too late. Now those cubicles are for examinations. I told you to get undressed. Not to move anywhere. Now hurry it up."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah replied dejectedly. She began unbuttoning her jacket again and ducked a quick glance behind her as she did. The doorway was wide open. Anyone happening past could see straight in. At least it was warm inside the school, something she had noticed upon entering, what seemed like hours ago.
"I am going to count to ten Porter. If all your clothes aren't in this bag by the time I hit one you will have another infraction."
Tears began to form in Sarah's eyes. She was being treated as if she was entering prison instead of a highly respected school. Just because this was the way things were done here didn't really help to console her at all. She hurriedly placed her jacket in the bag, her jumper soon followed, then her overshirt.
"Nine."
Sarah hurried. She removed her t-shirt and then bent over and untied her sneakers and removed her socks, placing them in the bag as she straightened up.
"Six."
What happened to seven and eight? Sarah unlaced her belt and zipped down her jeans. She looked at Harper plaintively and seeing nothing but the stony-faced girl’s lack of compassion she slid them down her shapely legs, folded them and placed them in the bag as well. She then stood her arms folded across her chest, clad only in the plain black bra, black cotton panties and the full-leg black stockings.
"Five."
"Four."
Sarah scrambled to remove her stockings. She bent right over at the waist as she rolled them down her legs, balled them up and placed them in the bag.
"Three."
The tears that were welling in Sarah's eyes now tumbled down her cheeks.
"Please, I am undressed, stop counting," Sarah pleaded, though knowing full well that this was not what was expected. She just could not force herself to remove her bra and panties. No one living had seen her in anything less than bra and panties other than her mother and even she hadn't seen that for years. Sarah was not a prude but she was self-conscious about her body. She knew it was nice and slim and proportioned but she definitely didn't class herself as pretty. And her breasts, well her breasts... well they were hers.
"Two. Infraction six. Now we are going for number seven."
Sarah grit her teeth, screwed up her courage, fought back the wave of tears and quickly slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, twisted it around, unclipped it and threw it in the bag.
"One."
Sarah slipped her fingers in the band of her panties and slid them down her legs and demurely placed them in the bag along with the rest of her clothes, her protection, the remnants of her life before Harkwood.
"Now the necklace, bracelet and earrings. Personal jewellery is not permitted at Harkwood."
Sarah dejectedly removed the bracelet and earrings, and placed them gently in the bag. Then she reached up and unclasped her necklace, conscious of how her breasts moved with this action, the one present her mother had given her that meant something. She almost sobbed as she placed it in the bag with the rest of her possessions.
"Zero. Now take your bra out of the bag and place it in like a nice girl, not like some stroppy bitch. I won't put up with that bullshit disrespect," spat Harper.
Sarah, mortified now she was naked in front of another girl, and the older Mrs Goodwin whom she had totally forgotten about until now, sniffed and reached into the bag, took out her bra and placed it gently back in the bag.
"Now apologise for being a nasty little bitch."
"Uh sorry Miss Harper," sniffed Sarah, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"What for Porter? Don't you even know how to apologise properly. Surely you have had to do a lot of it, or maybe not. Well we are not as forgiving of little bitches here. Now apologise properly and stand at attention. That is the last time I will tell you." Harper moved in close to Sarah as she moved to attention - back straight, arms behind her, hands in the small of her back and her right palm resting in her left - almost but not quite touching her breasts.
"You better learn one thing right now. You stand at attention whenever you finish doing anything. You are supposed to do that in the presence of superiors but seeing you are a Trinity girl then that means pretty much everyone. It better become second nature to you quicksmart or you are going to have one tapestried ass. Got it?"
"Yes Miss Harper."
Sarah had resumed the humiliating position. To do it while clothed was one thing, now that she was naked it was totally different. Her breasts were slightly pushed out in front of her and her legs being shoulder-width apart meant her vagina was able to be seen. She had hardly any hair on her mound, just a light down of brown curls. She had always been rather annoyed that her pubic hair had not grown in so much as she knew it should, even for a 16 year old, and now more than ever as it left her even more exposed.
What did that 'tapestried ass' remark mean? Did they still have corporal punishment here? Or was she just trying to scare her. Sarah looked forward and tried to focus on the clock again. But the remnants of the tears in her eyes just made everything a huge watery blur. This wasn't fair. She was a good girl. She didn't deserve this treatment.
Sarah tried to justify it to herself in any way she could. Maybe it was some weird hazing kind of thing. Maybe it was just the weirdly strict British way. She had heard some strange things about Europeans. Maybe... well whatever, she needed to just get through it, get her uniform and try to figure out why everyone hated Trinity house. She had heard of girls being jealous of other girls who were smarter than them and Trinity was the special house for advanced students so maybe that was it. Well Sarah was determined to not follow the trend and be a Trinity girl who didn't turn her nose up at the other less fortunate girls of the other houses.
Sarah straightened her shoulders a little bit, blinked away the tears as best she could and waited patiently like she knew she should.
Sarah could hear the brisk clip of Mrs Goodwin’s heels on the hard flooring as she approached the girl. She steeled herself to remain looking forward. She was going to do right, she had six infractions, or something like that. She had no idea what they meant but she heard they would go on her record, and that was not a good thing.
"Right I am going to measure you for your uniform. We have a very strict uniform code here at Harkwood and infractions are earned for each and every breach. All these details can be found in the school rules which you will be issued with as part of your student kit. It is your responsibility to look after your uniform and kit. Any damage will be paid for by you, not your patron. Your patron pays for your tuition and your place at this hallowed school not for clumsiness, laziness or just plain wilfulness on your part. Do you understand, my dear?"
"Yes Mrs Goodwin."
"Porter, for fu... Mrs Goodwin is staff. This means you treat her with the appropriate respect."
What had she done wrong now? She was respectful, very respectful, she was trying her best. Was it her tone? No she had been very sweet. Too sweet? No, surely not. Then it hit her like a bolt from the blue.
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied meekly.
"You want me to add it Mrs Goodwin? She really should know better," questioned Harper.
"No dear that's alright. She didn't mean anything by it I am sure. I have dealt with enough of these Trinity girls over the years to know better."
"I know Mrs Goodwin, it's just that this one is mine and I don't want to gain strikes because of her. I don't even know why we have to have them here at all," pouted Harper.
"Come now, that's not quite fair. They have to be educated somewhere and Trinity house has always brought in a lot of money for this school. You have a rowing program, a full orchestra of instruments and world-class gym because of them. Besides, it's not their fault. I know how easy it is to blame, but God gave us all different gifts. He blessed you with brains, Miss Maths Champion, and he blessed this girl with something else entirely."
"I guess Mrs Goodwin. You are a wise lady."
"Ah Clarice, aren't you a sweetie. Now lets get you measured my dear," Mrs Goodwin said turning again to the waiting girl.
Sarah had stood patiently at attention, listening to this conversation. Now she was even more confused. Harper was smart? A maths champion? Well why wasn't she in Trinity house? And exactly how much had her stepfather paid to send her here. She didn't have long to dwell on these thoughts as she soon felt a cool plastic measuring tape placed around her waist. Mrs Goodwin leaned in, read off the measurement and wrote it down on a little pad.
"Arms up dear."
Sarah raised her arms above her head, feeling the air move across her breasts as she did so. The young girl was so glad it was warm in here. Her nipples were small and pink and sat just a little bit above the middle of her breast, but when they got hard it was entirely different. She had looked it up on the internet and not all girls nipples got hard like hers, but when they did they moved her whole breast a little and they ended up pointing a little upwards. Sarah thought it was kind of cute, like they were saluting the sky, after she had gotten over her initial embarrassment about them. If they got hard in front of someone else though, she would just die.
She felt the tape go around her chest just under her breasts, then again around her breasts themselves, scraping her nipples as it did so. Mrs Goodwin hummed to herself as she worked, measuring the teen girl’s body.
"Arms out to the side."
Sarah complied and the tape went right up in her armpit and along the underside of her arm and then again from the top of her shoulder along the top of her arm to her wrist. As soon as this was finished Sarah stood back to attention. This elicited a smile from Harper, she was finally learning.
The tape next snaked around her throat and then around her forehead.
"Feet together."
Sarah stepped her feet together, very conscious of her thighs touching and finally hiding her sex. She felt the tape from her hipbone down to her ankle and then she felt the hand of Mrs Goodwin intrude between her thighs. Sarah almost jumped as she felt the tape brush past her downy pubic hair and touch the inside of her left thigh. and then be drawn all the way down to her ankle. Sarah felt herself grow uncomfortably warm. She knew her chest and face had just gone bright red and little beads of sweat popped out on her body. Her mind was swirling like a maelstrom. She was losing it.
Sarah felt Mrs Goodwin push the tape between her legs and she shuffled them slightly apart.
"No dear, feet back together for this measurement," Mrs Goodwin said pushing her thighs back together.
Sarah felt the tape loop up over her left breast and come together on her left shoulder. This movement pulled the tape up tight against her sex and Sarah gasped at the gentle touch. The process was repeated for her right shoulder. When Mrs Goodwin was finished she whipped the tape out from between Sarah's legs, the friction along her bare sex making her gasp.
As Mrs Goodwin moved away Sarah stepped back to attention, surprised herself that she had kept the presence of mind despite the confusion the humiliation her measuring had brought. But no one had commented on her blushing, no one had even noticed.
"Now left foot up dear."
Sarah lifted her left foot slightly off the ground, trying to balance herself with her hands behind her back was not easy. Very quickly however she felt her foot held by Mrs Goodwin and placed down onto a cold metal surface. Sarah soon realised it was one of those machines used to measure your foot. The same thing was done with her right foot and then Mrs Goodwin disappeared behind the counter.
When she was gone, Sarah could feel Harper walk around her. Her blush intensified, something she did not think possible. She knew her whole body was being scrutinised.
Harper liked what she saw. The milky white skin of this young girl was almost flawless. She had a small mole between her shoulder blades and another just above her bellybutton but other than that she was like porcelain. No tan lines at all, strange. She thought all Americans had tans.
Her ass was well rounded but petite, her legs were slim but quite toned. She had a rather boyish waist though, it wasn't really much narrower than her hips. Harper didn't pay much notice to her vagina, not interested, but her breasts were really nice. Tiny pink nipples almost topping them, she had not seen breasts like this before. Hers were larger, C while Sarah's were B, and her nipples were large and kind of indistinct. Harper would kill for these tiny nipples with well defined areola and little nubs like erasers.
Done with her inspection, Harper walked back to the counter to wait for Mrs Goodwin. She didn't want to be caught inspecting the new girl like that. She didn't want any rumours of her being a lesbian to start floating around the school.
"Okie doke. I think we have everything here," stated Mrs Goodwin upon her return. She wheeled a trolley out from behind the counter, upon which was piled clothes and a number of assorted boxes.
"Now Porter, you are being assigned these items as part of your uniform and they are now your responsibility. Your uniform comprises one part of your student kit. Ok, we will go through your uniform as you dress so you understand each piece, the correct way in which it is to be worn and the proper care of each item."
"First, seven pairs of knee socks, white. One pair for each day of the week, Saturday is laundry day by the way."
Each item was sealed in a plastic bag and Mrs Goodwin now broke open one bag of socks and handed them to the girl. She was standing off to one side of Sarah who was still obediently facing her eyes ahead and could not quite see the movement.
"Good girl Porter, but Mrs Goodwin is handing you something. When you hear her open each bag you may look to the item as it is handed to you," Harper commanded.
"Thank you Miss Harper." Sarah felt it best to thank her handler for this kindness in helping her not make a fool of herself and another member of staff. She desperately wanted to get this girl on side.
Sarah looked down to the pair of white socks being offered to her, reached out to take them and proceeded to put them on.
"Oh my god. You really make me regret helping you spunk. Apologies for my language Mrs Goodwin, but she is really trying. Now spunk I don't know what it's like in whatever broken-home ghetto neighbourhood you come from but when someone gives you something you thank them," sighed the exasperated Harper. Sarah just hung her head in shame.
"Sorry Miss Harper."
"Don't apologise to me dunce, apologise to Mrs Goodwin."
"Sorry Mrs Goodwin."
"Right, infraction seven. Sorry Mrs Goodwin but we already let that slide once and I don't think kindness is a great learning tool and she is going to need all the help she can get."
"I tend to agree with you Clarice. Please hand the socks back to me Porter and we shall try that one again shall we."
Sarah dejectedly handed the socks back. She was trying her best but failing abysmally. She had to get her brain into gear. Start thinking smart, well start thinking fullstop would be a good start. She took a deep breath and reached out again for the waiting pair of socks.
"Thank you Ma'am," said the dejected teen timidly. Sarah bent over at the waist and slid each white sock over her foot and then up her leg. She found they came up almost to the bottom of her knee, she had never owned socks like this before. There was an elasticised band at the top of the sock to keep them up over her calf. Sarah found it strangely wonderful just to be wearing anything at all, and she had really only been nude for a short time. It just made you realise how wonderful and powerful clothes were. Sarah was back at attention and just not having the hard floor directly under her feet was a wonder.
"I think we need to get that hair out of the way. So much easier to dress. Here Porter, you will be issued with two elastic hair bands, blue. Wrap that hair into a ponytail so it doesn't get in the way."
"Thank you Ma'am." Sarah reached out and took the small hair band, gathered up her shoulder-blade length, shiny brown hair and wrapped the band around it once, then twice. She pulled the hair behind the band apart, tightening it up and creating a pretty ponytail high on the back of her head."
"Now as I said, one pair a day. They are to be worn so as to come two inches below the knee. You will also be issued with five pairs of gym socks, white, but they can remain bagged for now. Next, shoes. Once again you will be issued with gym shoes as well as regular footwear. These are your gym shoes, try them on."
Sarah looked down and took the proffered shoes, "Thank you Ma'am." Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw Harper throw her hands in the air like a hallelujah.
It made Sarah feel good, not only had she done something right but it really seemed like Harper was harsh only because she wanted her to succeed and so far Sarah had let her down. Miss Harper, she admonished herself. Miss Harper. You have to start thinking right or the wrong thing is just going to pop out.
Sarah squatted down to try the shoes on, noting that her gym shoes were black leather lace up shoes with a soft springy sole, not sneakers like she had been expecting.
"No, no, no, no, no. Porter, slatterns squat down, you bend over when you put your shoes on. Now hand them back to Mrs Goodwin and try again."
Sarah knew everyone was getting frustrated with her. And if it was something she had learned at home, when people are frustrated with you, they start to get angry. She was really going to have to do better, but how was she to know that squatting down was the wrong thing to do, at least she didn't get an infraction. This just reinforced Sarah’s good opinion of Miss Harper.
Sarah handed back the shoes, went back to standing at attention and then took them back again, thanking Mrs Goodwin. She then bent at the waist and a little at the knee, the least she could, and popped first one shoe on and then the next. She was immediately aware of how exposed this position made her. She needed to spread her legs to do it and her buttocks stuck right out, exposing her vagina from behind, she knew what this looked like, having played around in front of mirrors like any teen girl. She quickly laced up the shoes and stood at attention.
"Ok my dear, walk around the room a few times to get used to them to make sure they fit," smiled Mrs Goodwin.
Sarah began to walk around the edge of the room, her every move watched. She hoped to god she was walking correctly. Sarah thought it was strange that this was her first thought, instead of what she looked like, naked but for socks and shoes, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Why was she being dressed from the ground up? Why not...
"How does that feel dear?"
"Good thank you Ma'am," replied Sarah. And they did. The soles were surprisingly springy and she felt they would be great for running or any kind of gym work.
"Try standing on your tiptoes." Sarah did and found her foot moved not at all in the snug shoes.
"Now jump up and down a few times."
Sarah looked at Mrs Goodwin in despair. She knew what this would look like and what effect it would have. Sarah had always had sensitive nipples and her breasts moving erratically had always caused her nipples to stiffen. But Mrs Goodwin looked on only with concern for the shoes fitting correctly so Sarah steeled herself and jumped on the spot twice. Thankfully this was not enough to trigger her embarrassing nipples.
"They feel very good Ma'am."
"Ok now do some steps at the bench along the wall, right then left a few times to make sure they don't move at the heel." Sarah followed the instructions obediently, feeling her downy pubic hair brush her thighs as her vagina opened slightly each time she extended her leg and stepped up to the bench.
"Any movement dear?"
"No Ma'am."
"I don't know why you even bother asking Mrs Goodwin. You are so good at this. I remember you fitting me perfectly too."
"Well Clarice dear I take pride in my work. Ok Porter back here and take off those shoes and try on your everyday footwear."
Sarah walked back to the centre of the room and removed the shoes making sure to bend at the waist. She knew she was exposing her behind and vagina to anyone who might walk past the doorway but there was nothing she could do. She handed the shoes back to Mrs Goodwin who replaced them on the trolley.
"Ok dear here is your next item. Lovely shoes if I do say so myself."
Sarah reached out for the next item. She managed to get out a distracted "Thank you Ma'am" as she took the shoes. They were a shiny black with a thick four inch heel, a strap across the top of the foot and another buckle strap around the ankle. Sarah had never worn heels in her life, well once as a dress up to see how sexy she looked but she hadn't really walked in them.
"Oh I know dear," sighed Mrs Goodwin. "Aren't they lovely? Look even Clarice is jealous. They are great for the posture and will help you to no end in your deportment lessons."
Sarah bent over once again and placed the first shoe on her left foot and did up both straps, needing to stand on tiptoes on her right foot to keep her balance. She repeated the process for her right shoe and stood up to attention. She was not looking forward to doing circuits of the room to test these out. Her calves started to strain almost immediately, she just was not used to wearing shoes like this.
"Oh yes, lovely. You will be given the proper kit to keep these clean and sparkling but we can go into that later. You only have the one pair of shoes so take good care of them. At the end of the term you can come back and be refitted as I know you are still a growing girl. Ok?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied the stunned teen, flexing the muscles in her thighs and calves trying her best to acquaint herself with this new sensation of being so high off the ground.
"Now panties. You will receive seven pairs of panties, white and five pairs of gym panties, blue. We need not worry about those gym panties, they can go unopened with the socks. Here, one pair of panties, white."
Sarah looked and took the panties from Mrs Goodwin.
"Thank you Ma'am," the young girl almost groaned. Panties! There was hardly any material there at all. What she had been given was a tiny white g-string with a back strap so thin it was barely as wide as her finger. The crotch was a tiny triangle only three inches wide that branched up in thin strips to go around her hips. It would cover her sex sure, but only just. Sarah hesitated, holding the minute piece of material in her palm. She could screw it up in her hand so it was no bigger than a golf ball.
She slowly unravelled the panties, trying to make sure they did not get tangled again. She slid the tiny garment up her legs and seated it snugly against her skin. The material caressed her crotch but she knew it would not cover her pubic hair, this was one time she was glad she did not have much, it must look terrible. She knew there was a thin band between her buttocks but it felt like there was nothing there at all.
"I know that must seem a strange part of the uniform but you will realise in time what a blessing they truly are," observed Mrs Goodwin.
Sarah had no idea what she was talking about but respectfully reserved the right to disagree.
"And did you notice dear, they are all one piece of material, so no seams. They are about 40% cotton blended with some great synthetic fibres that give them that great nice snug fit, silky feel and ability to breathe. Do you like them dear?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied Sarah, though she wasn't too sure she did. They felt very smooth, almost silky but they gently hugged her every contour like a second skin. She still really felt like she had nothing on at all.
"Now for a bra, I guess you will be glad for one of those hey. I know your breasts aren't as large as Clarice's here," at this both girls blushed, "but even B cups need support. Now these bras are the best designed for growing breasts. They support but do not confine. You will be issued with three bras for everyday wear and five sports bras, which are much less fitted and we won't need to try on here. So three support bras, blue and five sports bras, blue."
Sarah reached out for the next item of her uniform. It was not immediately apparent what was wrong but as soon as she had straightened it out she felt a sinking feeling in the put of her stomach.
"Thank you Ma'am,' she said as she stared at the half cup blue bra. Sarah had to admit it was very pretty, a deep blue, the colour of the Harkwood uniform and the cup was trimmed with blue lace. As she went to put it on she noticed that it also clipped in the front. The design was quite ingenious, the clasps being hidden behind a layer of soft material. She unclipped the bra and shrugged into it. This was new for Sarah and she wasn't quite sure exactly how to fit it properly.
She decided to clasp the cups together and then slip them down past her breasts and then bring them up. It worked pretty well, as the straps were a slightly elastic, but her breasts were a little squashed and she had to cup each one and lift it up to settle them comfortably.
"Yes very nice my dear. The straps have spandex in them so they have a bit more give. Feel how they support each breast and how they leave the main part of the breast and the nipple free. No pressure, means more comfort and a lot of room for growing. Biggest mistake most girls make."
Sarah wasn't too interested in the future health of her breasts just then. She felt like her whole breast was still exposed. All this 'bra' really did was push her boobs up slightly. Sarah stood still, trembling as Mrs Goodwin fussed about the bra, adjusting the straps slightly and checking to see that her breasts sat in the cups properly.
"There now, that is fitted perfectly. You won't need to make any further adjustments until the end of term. Do you feel how perfectly your breasts sit my dear? See under the breast, the material of the cup lifts and sits tight to your skin, none of that nasty slippage or pinching. And definitely none of that nasty peeking out underneath that underwire bras can cause. Comfortable aren't they?”
"Yes Mrs Goodwin, they are very comfortable." Sarah could not believe she was discussing her breasts with this woman. She was mortified though she did have to admit that the bra was easily the most comfortable she had ever worn, if she didn't feel so terribly expose she could happily wear it.
"I know it can be hard to believe that a half cup like this can provide better support, so many girls are incredulous. Just bounce up and down a few times, dear, you will see. Just bounce, I know that jumping in those lovely shoes might not be the easiest thing."
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, instantly aware that this pushed her breasts out even further. She hung her head in shame, bent her knees slightly and bounced up and down on the spot three times.
"Head up Porter, you are likely to fall over doing that. You are still at attention you know,” snapped Harper.
"See dear," beamed Mrs Goodwin, "the breasts are allowed full movement but they always come to rest perfectly in the cups, exactly where they started. A truly brilliant design."
Sarah stood perfectly still. She had to simply assume that Mrs Goodwin was right. Her breasts still felt perfectly comfortable even though she knew they had moved, and moved quite a lot. Her breasts were only B, though she knew they were closing in on C, how did those girls with much bigger boobs deal with it.
Then she felt it. Sarah squeezed her eyes closed for just an instant and tried to think of boring things like calculus problems. She had felt her nipples begin to harden, that bouncing had done it. Sarah’s focus was a little off as she tried her hardest to halt the tightening of her nipples, she knew with some girls you could hardly tell but there was no mistaking when hers got hard, but she heard Mrs Goodwin start talking.
"Now for your skirt. You will be issued with three skirts, pleated, blue. This is a little different from the skirts you might be used to. It wraps around, but this has been fitted quite exactly and there is just the one small clip that fastens it. Easily removed with just the one hand but quite secure."
Sarah reached out, took the skirt and thanked Mrs Goodwin. As she was studying the skirt and locating the clip, Harper stepped behind her.
"Mrs Goodwin I don't think she is used to skirts at all. She is American remember, they don't even have uniforms over there."
"Ah, I had heard that. Is this true Porter?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied as she wrapped the pleated skirt around her waist and fastened the clip, glad finally to have some real clothes.
"What did you usually wear to school then, my dear," asked the inquisitive older lady.
"Um just whatever Ma'am. Jeans and shirts mostly."
"How positively vulgar, young ladies dressing like that at a place of learning no less. Well you are here now and a uniform is a very important part of school life. It allows the student to focus on the studies and not obsess about fashion and other trivial things."
Yeah right, thought Sarah. If anything she was focusing more on what she was wearing then she ever had in her entire life.
"Now the skirt is designed to fit so that it sits ten inches above the knee. Socks two inches below the knee, skirt ten inches above, you would do well to remember that," said Mrs Goodwin as she took out her tape and measured this distance between sock and skirt at each knee. "See I knew as soon as you put that skirt on, it was wrong. You have it entirely too high. Did you not feel that it was loose? Silly girl, the way you have it you would be flashing half the school."
Mrs Goodwin moved behind Sarah and unclasped the skirt, lowered it so that it fit perfectly around her hipbones and refastened it. Now it sat snug against Sarah's hips, falling straight down in front and pouting out behind her as it met her buttocks. The material was soft but a little stiff and it flared out a little behind her.
Sarah's blush continued to deepen at her continued inability to get the simplest things right. But at least I managed to get my nipples under control, she thought triumphantly. Thank you calculus!
"Blouse. You will be issued seven blouses, white."
Sarah reached out and was relieved to see it was a standard white school blouse, like any other she had ever seen. It buttoned up the front with pretty white flower buttons. It had a stiff collar and a band at the waist that also looked a little stiff. Sarah thanked Mrs Goodwin and proceeded to put the blouse on. As she slid her arms through each sleeve she noticed how this movement accentuated her exposed breasts. She hurriedly buttoned the blouse, noticing at the same time how short the sleeves were. They only came a few inches down her arm and were a very snug fit.
When she was finished Sarah stood back at attention. It was only as she straightened up that she realised how tight the blouse was. The sleeves were tight, the somewhat stiff waistband fit perfectly to the top of her skirt, but across her chest the blouse pulled and strained slightly. Sarah hoped this was just because she had her hands behind her back but even so, she could feel the fabric push against her nipples.
"Now, don't you look lovely. Last thing we need to add for your everyday uniform is your tie. Unfortunately tradition has fallen a little by the wayside in this regard and this is just a clip-on."
"Thank you Ma'am," Sarah said as she took the last part of her uniform. It was a tiny blue chequered tie with two clips at the top, only some four inches long in total length. She was wondering just how the clips fit but as she raised it she felt two tiny loops of thread under her collar. It was a matter of seconds to clip it and put her hands behind her back once again.
"There now, a real Harkwood girl. Now your hat is not meant to be worn all the time but anytime you leave the building you are expected to be wearing it," Mrs Goodwin said as she placed the straw hat on Sarah's head. "Nice fit, but as you are inside I will place it with the rest of your kit that can go straight to your dorm."
"Last two items we won't need to worry about right now. A leotard for dance and a swimsuit, they can go straight to your dorm. Well uniform fitted and supplied. We had better hurry seeing as it is really getting on. Clarice please put her in cubicle one, we will take the pictures and quickly finish this up so you can get her acquainted with the facilities."
"This way Porter," Harper commanded as she walked to the right, into one of the cubicles.
Sarah's feet had begun to tingle, standing at attention in the one spot in her new shoes for so long. She almost stumbled with her first step but managed to steady herself. By the time she had taken the eight steps to the cubicle she had managed to get somewhat used to the shoes. Her steps were a little smaller than usual but at least she was steady.
"Stand up against this wall."
Sarah moved to attention against the far wall and stared at the pigeonholes across the room. Mrs Goodwin passed in front of her pushing a different trolley.
"OK now we need to take some photos for your school id. Look straight at the camera and smile, just a little." No sooner had Sarah looked at the lens of the large camera Mrs Goodwin had focused on her than, FLASH. She was almost blinded.
"Terrible, you have your eyes closed and there is definitely no smile. Once again."
This time at least Sarah was prepared. She tried to smile as best she could, the little sweet smile her mother had always said was cute. FLASH.
Mrs Goodwin looked at the back of the camera. "Better, you really are a pretty girl Porter. Though that smile is a little too... well provocative. But it is to be expected I suppose."
Provocative? What the hell was she on about, thought Sarah. That was sweet, just sweet.
"Ok, we will go with that. Two minutes to get this card stamped and we should be about done. Clarice be a dear and tag her while I do this."
"Yes Mrs Goodwin," replied Clarice enthusiastically. The prefect grabbed something quickly from the trolley and advanced towards Sarah. She went to her left side and came in very close, Sarah could feel her breath on her left ear.
"Tilt your head to the right," commanded Harper.
Sarah did as she was told, trembling now, not only with the closeness of the other girl but in fear of just what was going on. She shivered as Harper took her left earlobe and gently slid an earring into the waiting hole. Sarah heard a sharp click as Harper applied pressure to the ring. She moved away leaving the stunned girl wondering what had just happened.
"Thank you Clarice, you are such a helpful girl. Right now Porter. Here is your id. I will place it with the rest of your kit as you may have noticed that your uniform does not have any pockets. You are only required to carry your id when you leave the grounds. That's what we have your tag for. I am glad you were already pierced, as I honestly don't relish doing that myself.”
Mrs Goodwin took a hand scanner off the trolley and scanned the barcode on Sarah's school id. She consulted the laptop on the trolley, “Ok, card working." She then walked towards Sarah, leaned in and grabbed the small metal tag that dangled from her left ear. Sarah heard the loud beep as the scanner read the barcode on the tag and she blinked back the tears as she watched Mrs Goodwin walk back to the trolley.
She had been tagged like a piece of livestock. This was disgusting. They weren't even treating her like a person. Telling her what to do and then ignoring her, discussing her as if she wasn't there and now marking her like an animal. It was too much for Sarah and the tears began to run down her cheeks as she felt the small metal tag swinging from her ear.
"The wonders of modern technology hey Clarice. I can't tell you how much easier this has made everyone's job. Now we can keep track of them with a simple computer. And especially for Trinity house. So much less paperwork. Clarice, we may as well add these infractions in now. How many was it?"
"Eight Mrs Goodwin. One was for poor posture, one for impudence and six for disobedience," Harper replied succinctly.
"Very good. All entered. Now Porter your permanent record can be updated from either your ID, which you won't carry very often, or your ID tag, which will remain with you every minute you are a student at Harkwood. The ring is permanently closed and will need to be cut off when you graduate. Many girls like to keep it as a memento, but that is really up to your patron."
"Ok Clarice you can take her to the nurse now. I let Miss Sharp know you would be coming so she should be ready for you. Porter, the other items of your kit will be waiting for you in your dorm. The most important piece is your School Manual. This details all the rules of Harkwood and you will need to familiarise yourself with it from back to front."
"Thanks Mrs Goodwin. See you later, come on Porter."
"Thank you Ma'am," said Sarah, curtsying as she had been taught, before she tentatively made her way after Harper.
"Move it Porter."
Sarah struggled with her bags as she tried to keep up with her handler. What did that even mean - 'handler'? It was a rather strange title but then everything was pretty strange at this school. Sarah was unsure if it was what all English boarding schools were like or if it was just all English people in general.
She ran along behind the fast-moving girl, quickly losing her way amongst the twists and turns of the old building. They passed only one other girl in the corridor and Sarah noticed that she was dressed in the same uniform as Harper. It was a cute little uniform of blue pleated skirt and white blouse with a blue chequered tie, white knee-socks and black shoes.
"I like your uniform," Sarah gasped when she caught up to Harper. The older girl stopped abruptly and twirled to face her, almost causing Sarah to fall over and knock the other girl down in the process. She only just managed to stumble against the wall to prevent it.
"Listen Porter I am a prefect of this school. Do you know what that means? You heard Mrs Huffington-Smythe explain it to you. I am your superior. You do not speak without permission and when you do you address me as Miss Harper. You got that?" The anger was evident on the young girl’s face.
"Uh, yeah Miss Harper," Sarah stammered somewhat taken aback.
"Uh, yeah Miss Harper," the older girl mimicked in a high-pitched whiny voice. "Try again and this time with respect, spunk."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah almost whispered, admonished by the venom in the girls voice.
"You listen and listen good. I am in charge of you during free periods, lunch, house events and generally any other time you are not under the supervision of a teacher or housemistress. If you get in trouble I get in trouble. Now I get in trouble and you better believe you will feel bad about that. You do what I say when I say. Fucking Trinity bitches. I know you cunts have your uses but you better not cost me any privileges. Fucking Trinity bitches! Fucking spunk! Now let’s get you processed."
Sarah was shocked by the tirade. She had no idea what was going on. Harper had already turned away and continued on so she stumbled after her, her mind reeling. This chick obviously hated her. But for what? For being in a different house? For having to show her around and be responsible?
Sarah knew she didn't hate her for who she was, she didn't know her. She vowed to do whatever she could to show the older girl she would not get her into trouble. She needed friends here. She never really had any great girlfriends back home. She was too studious, too quiet and reserved. All the other girls just wanted to watch the football players and get drunk or talk about vampires or some other stupid crap. She was hoping these English girls just might be a little more mature.
Sarah saw Harper disappear into a room ahead and hurried to follow her inside. The room was large and without a door, simply a large square opening that let on to the corridor. Directly ahead was a large counter behind which she could see a mass of caged shelves. To her left the entire wall was covered in small pigeonholes, some small letter-sized others much larger and might be able to hold one of her bags. To the right the room was split into three cubicles that all seemed empty right now.
"Put your bags up here on the counter and then move back into the middle of the room and wait," ordered Harper as she dinged the small metal bell that sat on the countertop. Sarah strode forward and struggled to lift her bags up onto the high counter. She then moved back into the centre of the room and looked at the pigeonholes. Most were empty but some had letters, some had small or large boxes and some contained some rather strange looking things that Sarah could not quite make out.
"Porter, what the hell? Attention!" Harper snapped.
Sarah jumped and quickly stood to attention. Damn, damn, damn. Her first chance squandered.
As she picked out something to focus on to keep her eyes ahead, she hoped that if she did something wrong and no one else was there that it would not reflect badly on Miss Harper. She chose the clock on the wall behind the counter. It was too far away for her to make out anything but the numbers but if she squinted she could almost see the thin hour and minute hands.
Harper stayed at the counter mumbling to herself and dinged the small metal bell again. Sarah wasn't sure exactly how long it took for someone to show up but she heard the bell ding twice more before she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye.
"Sorry it took so long, it's after hours you know. And on a Sunday. Now how can I help you young lady." Sarah could tell from the voice it was an older lady, late 40s for sure. And she sounded rather matronly. Isn't it funny, she thought to herself, how you can get an impression from someone's voice alone. A small dreamy smile spread across Sarah’s face.
"She looks happy," observed the matronly woman.
"I have no idea why Mrs Goodwin. This is a new girl for Trinity house. Needs processing and she already has four infractions," stated Harper matter-of-factly. Sarah composed herself.
"Oh dear, another Trinity girl. Well let's begin. It's after five already and Miss Marple is on tonight. Never miss it dear. Ok, Porter is it. You can begin undressing, have her put her clothes in this bag and we can add it to her other bags for storage."
Sarah's mind couldn't quite process what she had just heard. She just stood, frozen to the spot. The only movement she made was the heaving of her chest as she fought for air and the blinking of her eyes as she tried to understand what was going on.
"Come on Porter. I know you're Trinity and all but surely you understand 'getting undressed'," derided Harper. Sarah's mind whirled.
"Uh yeah Miss Harper but... but...I...why do I have to get undressed?" Sarah asked plaintively.
"Well you need to be fitted for your uniform. It's all part of student processing. You are to wear your uniform at all times while are Harkwood. Even on excursions, if you have the permissions, you are to wear your uniform as you are always representing the school and your behaviour is always under scrutiny. Come on, you are at an all girls boarding school. You really think you have anything that hasn't already been seen?"
Well maybe for you, Sarah thought, but you haven't seen mine. She so wanted to answer back but she knew she already had a bunch of marks against her name and she desperately just wanted to fit in. Sarah didn't move however, until Harper started to advance towards her with the large paper bag.
"Two seconds Porter and you get infraction number five," threatened Harper.
Sarah took the whole two seconds to try and orientate herself. She moved towards one of the cubicles to her left and began unbuttoning her jacket.
"Get back here. What do you think you are doing?"
"Um, getting changed?"
"Well, well, infraction five it is," her handler said, shaking her head.
"Um, getting changed Miss Harper," Sarah quickly corrected herself.
"Well finally catching on but too late. Now those cubicles are for examinations. I told you to get undressed. Not to move anywhere. Now hurry it up."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah replied dejectedly. She began unbuttoning her jacket again and ducked a quick glance behind her as she did. The doorway was wide open. Anyone happening past could see straight in. At least it was warm inside the school, something she had noticed upon entering, what seemed like hours ago.
"I am going to count to ten Porter. If all your clothes aren't in this bag by the time I hit one you will have another infraction."
Tears began to form in Sarah's eyes. She was being treated as if she was entering prison instead of a highly respected school. Just because this was the way things were done here didn't really help to console her at all. She hurriedly placed her jacket in the bag, her jumper soon followed, then her overshirt.
"Nine."
Sarah hurried. She removed her t-shirt and then bent over and untied her sneakers and removed her socks, placing them in the bag as she straightened up.
"Six."
What happened to seven and eight? Sarah unlaced her belt and zipped down her jeans. She looked at Harper plaintively and seeing nothing but the stony-faced girl’s lack of compassion she slid them down her shapely legs, folded them and placed them in the bag as well. She then stood her arms folded across her chest, clad only in the plain black bra, black cotton panties and the full-leg black stockings.
"Five."
"Four."
Sarah scrambled to remove her stockings. She bent right over at the waist as she rolled them down her legs, balled them up and placed them in the bag.
"Three."
The tears that were welling in Sarah's eyes now tumbled down her cheeks.
"Please, I am undressed, stop counting," Sarah pleaded, though knowing full well that this was not what was expected. She just could not force herself to remove her bra and panties. No one living had seen her in anything less than bra and panties other than her mother and even she hadn't seen that for years. Sarah was not a prude but she was self-conscious about her body. She knew it was nice and slim and proportioned but she definitely didn't class herself as pretty. And her breasts, well her breasts... well they were hers.
"Two. Infraction six. Now we are going for number seven."
Sarah grit her teeth, screwed up her courage, fought back the wave of tears and quickly slipped the straps of her bra down her arms, twisted it around, unclipped it and threw it in the bag.
"One."
Sarah slipped her fingers in the band of her panties and slid them down her legs and demurely placed them in the bag along with the rest of her clothes, her protection, the remnants of her life before Harkwood.
"Now the necklace, bracelet and earrings. Personal jewellery is not permitted at Harkwood."
Sarah dejectedly removed the bracelet and earrings, and placed them gently in the bag. Then she reached up and unclasped her necklace, conscious of how her breasts moved with this action, the one present her mother had given her that meant something. She almost sobbed as she placed it in the bag with the rest of her possessions.
"Zero. Now take your bra out of the bag and place it in like a nice girl, not like some stroppy bitch. I won't put up with that bullshit disrespect," spat Harper.
Sarah, mortified now she was naked in front of another girl, and the older Mrs Goodwin whom she had totally forgotten about until now, sniffed and reached into the bag, took out her bra and placed it gently back in the bag.
"Now apologise for being a nasty little bitch."
"Uh sorry Miss Harper," sniffed Sarah, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"What for Porter? Don't you even know how to apologise properly. Surely you have had to do a lot of it, or maybe not. Well we are not as forgiving of little bitches here. Now apologise properly and stand at attention. That is the last time I will tell you." Harper moved in close to Sarah as she moved to attention - back straight, arms behind her, hands in the small of her back and her right palm resting in her left - almost but not quite touching her breasts.
"You better learn one thing right now. You stand at attention whenever you finish doing anything. You are supposed to do that in the presence of superiors but seeing you are a Trinity girl then that means pretty much everyone. It better become second nature to you quicksmart or you are going to have one tapestried ass. Got it?"
"Yes Miss Harper."
Sarah had resumed the humiliating position. To do it while clothed was one thing, now that she was naked it was totally different. Her breasts were slightly pushed out in front of her and her legs being shoulder-width apart meant her vagina was able to be seen. She had hardly any hair on her mound, just a light down of brown curls. She had always been rather annoyed that her pubic hair had not grown in so much as she knew it should, even for a 16 year old, and now more than ever as it left her even more exposed.
What did that 'tapestried ass' remark mean? Did they still have corporal punishment here? Or was she just trying to scare her. Sarah looked forward and tried to focus on the clock again. But the remnants of the tears in her eyes just made everything a huge watery blur. This wasn't fair. She was a good girl. She didn't deserve this treatment.
Sarah tried to justify it to herself in any way she could. Maybe it was some weird hazing kind of thing. Maybe it was just the weirdly strict British way. She had heard some strange things about Europeans. Maybe... well whatever, she needed to just get through it, get her uniform and try to figure out why everyone hated Trinity house. She had heard of girls being jealous of other girls who were smarter than them and Trinity was the special house for advanced students so maybe that was it. Well Sarah was determined to not follow the trend and be a Trinity girl who didn't turn her nose up at the other less fortunate girls of the other houses.
Sarah straightened her shoulders a little bit, blinked away the tears as best she could and waited patiently like she knew she should.
Sarah could hear the brisk clip of Mrs Goodwin’s heels on the hard flooring as she approached the girl. She steeled herself to remain looking forward. She was going to do right, she had six infractions, or something like that. She had no idea what they meant but she heard they would go on her record, and that was not a good thing.
"Right I am going to measure you for your uniform. We have a very strict uniform code here at Harkwood and infractions are earned for each and every breach. All these details can be found in the school rules which you will be issued with as part of your student kit. It is your responsibility to look after your uniform and kit. Any damage will be paid for by you, not your patron. Your patron pays for your tuition and your place at this hallowed school not for clumsiness, laziness or just plain wilfulness on your part. Do you understand, my dear?"
"Yes Mrs Goodwin."
"Porter, for fu... Mrs Goodwin is staff. This means you treat her with the appropriate respect."
What had she done wrong now? She was respectful, very respectful, she was trying her best. Was it her tone? No she had been very sweet. Too sweet? No, surely not. Then it hit her like a bolt from the blue.
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied meekly.
"You want me to add it Mrs Goodwin? She really should know better," questioned Harper.
"No dear that's alright. She didn't mean anything by it I am sure. I have dealt with enough of these Trinity girls over the years to know better."
"I know Mrs Goodwin, it's just that this one is mine and I don't want to gain strikes because of her. I don't even know why we have to have them here at all," pouted Harper.
"Come now, that's not quite fair. They have to be educated somewhere and Trinity house has always brought in a lot of money for this school. You have a rowing program, a full orchestra of instruments and world-class gym because of them. Besides, it's not their fault. I know how easy it is to blame, but God gave us all different gifts. He blessed you with brains, Miss Maths Champion, and he blessed this girl with something else entirely."
"I guess Mrs Goodwin. You are a wise lady."
"Ah Clarice, aren't you a sweetie. Now lets get you measured my dear," Mrs Goodwin said turning again to the waiting girl.
Sarah had stood patiently at attention, listening to this conversation. Now she was even more confused. Harper was smart? A maths champion? Well why wasn't she in Trinity house? And exactly how much had her stepfather paid to send her here. She didn't have long to dwell on these thoughts as she soon felt a cool plastic measuring tape placed around her waist. Mrs Goodwin leaned in, read off the measurement and wrote it down on a little pad.
"Arms up dear."
Sarah raised her arms above her head, feeling the air move across her breasts as she did so. The young girl was so glad it was warm in here. Her nipples were small and pink and sat just a little bit above the middle of her breast, but when they got hard it was entirely different. She had looked it up on the internet and not all girls nipples got hard like hers, but when they did they moved her whole breast a little and they ended up pointing a little upwards. Sarah thought it was kind of cute, like they were saluting the sky, after she had gotten over her initial embarrassment about them. If they got hard in front of someone else though, she would just die.
She felt the tape go around her chest just under her breasts, then again around her breasts themselves, scraping her nipples as it did so. Mrs Goodwin hummed to herself as she worked, measuring the teen girl’s body.
"Arms out to the side."
Sarah complied and the tape went right up in her armpit and along the underside of her arm and then again from the top of her shoulder along the top of her arm to her wrist. As soon as this was finished Sarah stood back to attention. This elicited a smile from Harper, she was finally learning.
The tape next snaked around her throat and then around her forehead.
"Feet together."
Sarah stepped her feet together, very conscious of her thighs touching and finally hiding her sex. She felt the tape from her hipbone down to her ankle and then she felt the hand of Mrs Goodwin intrude between her thighs. Sarah almost jumped as she felt the tape brush past her downy pubic hair and touch the inside of her left thigh. and then be drawn all the way down to her ankle. Sarah felt herself grow uncomfortably warm. She knew her chest and face had just gone bright red and little beads of sweat popped out on her body. Her mind was swirling like a maelstrom. She was losing it.
Sarah felt Mrs Goodwin push the tape between her legs and she shuffled them slightly apart.
"No dear, feet back together for this measurement," Mrs Goodwin said pushing her thighs back together.
Sarah felt the tape loop up over her left breast and come together on her left shoulder. This movement pulled the tape up tight against her sex and Sarah gasped at the gentle touch. The process was repeated for her right shoulder. When Mrs Goodwin was finished she whipped the tape out from between Sarah's legs, the friction along her bare sex making her gasp.
As Mrs Goodwin moved away Sarah stepped back to attention, surprised herself that she had kept the presence of mind despite the confusion the humiliation her measuring had brought. But no one had commented on her blushing, no one had even noticed.
"Now left foot up dear."
Sarah lifted her left foot slightly off the ground, trying to balance herself with her hands behind her back was not easy. Very quickly however she felt her foot held by Mrs Goodwin and placed down onto a cold metal surface. Sarah soon realised it was one of those machines used to measure your foot. The same thing was done with her right foot and then Mrs Goodwin disappeared behind the counter.
When she was gone, Sarah could feel Harper walk around her. Her blush intensified, something she did not think possible. She knew her whole body was being scrutinised.
Harper liked what she saw. The milky white skin of this young girl was almost flawless. She had a small mole between her shoulder blades and another just above her bellybutton but other than that she was like porcelain. No tan lines at all, strange. She thought all Americans had tans.
Her ass was well rounded but petite, her legs were slim but quite toned. She had a rather boyish waist though, it wasn't really much narrower than her hips. Harper didn't pay much notice to her vagina, not interested, but her breasts were really nice. Tiny pink nipples almost topping them, she had not seen breasts like this before. Hers were larger, C while Sarah's were B, and her nipples were large and kind of indistinct. Harper would kill for these tiny nipples with well defined areola and little nubs like erasers.
Done with her inspection, Harper walked back to the counter to wait for Mrs Goodwin. She didn't want to be caught inspecting the new girl like that. She didn't want any rumours of her being a lesbian to start floating around the school.
"Okie doke. I think we have everything here," stated Mrs Goodwin upon her return. She wheeled a trolley out from behind the counter, upon which was piled clothes and a number of assorted boxes.
"Now Porter, you are being assigned these items as part of your uniform and they are now your responsibility. Your uniform comprises one part of your student kit. Ok, we will go through your uniform as you dress so you understand each piece, the correct way in which it is to be worn and the proper care of each item."
"First, seven pairs of knee socks, white. One pair for each day of the week, Saturday is laundry day by the way."
Each item was sealed in a plastic bag and Mrs Goodwin now broke open one bag of socks and handed them to the girl. She was standing off to one side of Sarah who was still obediently facing her eyes ahead and could not quite see the movement.
"Good girl Porter, but Mrs Goodwin is handing you something. When you hear her open each bag you may look to the item as it is handed to you," Harper commanded.
"Thank you Miss Harper." Sarah felt it best to thank her handler for this kindness in helping her not make a fool of herself and another member of staff. She desperately wanted to get this girl on side.
Sarah looked down to the pair of white socks being offered to her, reached out to take them and proceeded to put them on.
"Oh my god. You really make me regret helping you spunk. Apologies for my language Mrs Goodwin, but she is really trying. Now spunk I don't know what it's like in whatever broken-home ghetto neighbourhood you come from but when someone gives you something you thank them," sighed the exasperated Harper. Sarah just hung her head in shame.
"Sorry Miss Harper."
"Don't apologise to me dunce, apologise to Mrs Goodwin."
"Sorry Mrs Goodwin."
"Right, infraction seven. Sorry Mrs Goodwin but we already let that slide once and I don't think kindness is a great learning tool and she is going to need all the help she can get."
"I tend to agree with you Clarice. Please hand the socks back to me Porter and we shall try that one again shall we."
Sarah dejectedly handed the socks back. She was trying her best but failing abysmally. She had to get her brain into gear. Start thinking smart, well start thinking fullstop would be a good start. She took a deep breath and reached out again for the waiting pair of socks.
"Thank you Ma'am," said the dejected teen timidly. Sarah bent over at the waist and slid each white sock over her foot and then up her leg. She found they came up almost to the bottom of her knee, she had never owned socks like this before. There was an elasticised band at the top of the sock to keep them up over her calf. Sarah found it strangely wonderful just to be wearing anything at all, and she had really only been nude for a short time. It just made you realise how wonderful and powerful clothes were. Sarah was back at attention and just not having the hard floor directly under her feet was a wonder.
"I think we need to get that hair out of the way. So much easier to dress. Here Porter, you will be issued with two elastic hair bands, blue. Wrap that hair into a ponytail so it doesn't get in the way."
"Thank you Ma'am." Sarah reached out and took the small hair band, gathered up her shoulder-blade length, shiny brown hair and wrapped the band around it once, then twice. She pulled the hair behind the band apart, tightening it up and creating a pretty ponytail high on the back of her head."
"Now as I said, one pair a day. They are to be worn so as to come two inches below the knee. You will also be issued with five pairs of gym socks, white, but they can remain bagged for now. Next, shoes. Once again you will be issued with gym shoes as well as regular footwear. These are your gym shoes, try them on."
Sarah looked down and took the proffered shoes, "Thank you Ma'am." Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw Harper throw her hands in the air like a hallelujah.
It made Sarah feel good, not only had she done something right but it really seemed like Harper was harsh only because she wanted her to succeed and so far Sarah had let her down. Miss Harper, she admonished herself. Miss Harper. You have to start thinking right or the wrong thing is just going to pop out.
Sarah squatted down to try the shoes on, noting that her gym shoes were black leather lace up shoes with a soft springy sole, not sneakers like she had been expecting.
"No, no, no, no, no. Porter, slatterns squat down, you bend over when you put your shoes on. Now hand them back to Mrs Goodwin and try again."
Sarah knew everyone was getting frustrated with her. And if it was something she had learned at home, when people are frustrated with you, they start to get angry. She was really going to have to do better, but how was she to know that squatting down was the wrong thing to do, at least she didn't get an infraction. This just reinforced Sarah’s good opinion of Miss Harper.
Sarah handed back the shoes, went back to standing at attention and then took them back again, thanking Mrs Goodwin. She then bent at the waist and a little at the knee, the least she could, and popped first one shoe on and then the next. She was immediately aware of how exposed this position made her. She needed to spread her legs to do it and her buttocks stuck right out, exposing her vagina from behind, she knew what this looked like, having played around in front of mirrors like any teen girl. She quickly laced up the shoes and stood at attention.
"Ok my dear, walk around the room a few times to get used to them to make sure they fit," smiled Mrs Goodwin.
Sarah began to walk around the edge of the room, her every move watched. She hoped to god she was walking correctly. Sarah thought it was strange that this was her first thought, instead of what she looked like, naked but for socks and shoes, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Why was she being dressed from the ground up? Why not...
"How does that feel dear?"
"Good thank you Ma'am," replied Sarah. And they did. The soles were surprisingly springy and she felt they would be great for running or any kind of gym work.
"Try standing on your tiptoes." Sarah did and found her foot moved not at all in the snug shoes.
"Now jump up and down a few times."
Sarah looked at Mrs Goodwin in despair. She knew what this would look like and what effect it would have. Sarah had always had sensitive nipples and her breasts moving erratically had always caused her nipples to stiffen. But Mrs Goodwin looked on only with concern for the shoes fitting correctly so Sarah steeled herself and jumped on the spot twice. Thankfully this was not enough to trigger her embarrassing nipples.
"They feel very good Ma'am."
"Ok now do some steps at the bench along the wall, right then left a few times to make sure they don't move at the heel." Sarah followed the instructions obediently, feeling her downy pubic hair brush her thighs as her vagina opened slightly each time she extended her leg and stepped up to the bench.
"Any movement dear?"
"No Ma'am."
"I don't know why you even bother asking Mrs Goodwin. You are so good at this. I remember you fitting me perfectly too."
"Well Clarice dear I take pride in my work. Ok Porter back here and take off those shoes and try on your everyday footwear."
Sarah walked back to the centre of the room and removed the shoes making sure to bend at the waist. She knew she was exposing her behind and vagina to anyone who might walk past the doorway but there was nothing she could do. She handed the shoes back to Mrs Goodwin who replaced them on the trolley.
"Ok dear here is your next item. Lovely shoes if I do say so myself."
Sarah reached out for the next item. She managed to get out a distracted "Thank you Ma'am" as she took the shoes. They were a shiny black with a thick four inch heel, a strap across the top of the foot and another buckle strap around the ankle. Sarah had never worn heels in her life, well once as a dress up to see how sexy she looked but she hadn't really walked in them.
"Oh I know dear," sighed Mrs Goodwin. "Aren't they lovely? Look even Clarice is jealous. They are great for the posture and will help you to no end in your deportment lessons."
Sarah bent over once again and placed the first shoe on her left foot and did up both straps, needing to stand on tiptoes on her right foot to keep her balance. She repeated the process for her right shoe and stood up to attention. She was not looking forward to doing circuits of the room to test these out. Her calves started to strain almost immediately, she just was not used to wearing shoes like this.
"Oh yes, lovely. You will be given the proper kit to keep these clean and sparkling but we can go into that later. You only have the one pair of shoes so take good care of them. At the end of the term you can come back and be refitted as I know you are still a growing girl. Ok?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied the stunned teen, flexing the muscles in her thighs and calves trying her best to acquaint herself with this new sensation of being so high off the ground.
"Now panties. You will receive seven pairs of panties, white and five pairs of gym panties, blue. We need not worry about those gym panties, they can go unopened with the socks. Here, one pair of panties, white."
Sarah looked and took the panties from Mrs Goodwin.
"Thank you Ma'am," the young girl almost groaned. Panties! There was hardly any material there at all. What she had been given was a tiny white g-string with a back strap so thin it was barely as wide as her finger. The crotch was a tiny triangle only three inches wide that branched up in thin strips to go around her hips. It would cover her sex sure, but only just. Sarah hesitated, holding the minute piece of material in her palm. She could screw it up in her hand so it was no bigger than a golf ball.
She slowly unravelled the panties, trying to make sure they did not get tangled again. She slid the tiny garment up her legs and seated it snugly against her skin. The material caressed her crotch but she knew it would not cover her pubic hair, this was one time she was glad she did not have much, it must look terrible. She knew there was a thin band between her buttocks but it felt like there was nothing there at all.
"I know that must seem a strange part of the uniform but you will realise in time what a blessing they truly are," observed Mrs Goodwin.
Sarah had no idea what she was talking about but respectfully reserved the right to disagree.
"And did you notice dear, they are all one piece of material, so no seams. They are about 40% cotton blended with some great synthetic fibres that give them that great nice snug fit, silky feel and ability to breathe. Do you like them dear?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied Sarah, though she wasn't too sure she did. They felt very smooth, almost silky but they gently hugged her every contour like a second skin. She still really felt like she had nothing on at all.
"Now for a bra, I guess you will be glad for one of those hey. I know your breasts aren't as large as Clarice's here," at this both girls blushed, "but even B cups need support. Now these bras are the best designed for growing breasts. They support but do not confine. You will be issued with three bras for everyday wear and five sports bras, which are much less fitted and we won't need to try on here. So three support bras, blue and five sports bras, blue."
Sarah reached out for the next item of her uniform. It was not immediately apparent what was wrong but as soon as she had straightened it out she felt a sinking feeling in the put of her stomach.
"Thank you Ma'am,' she said as she stared at the half cup blue bra. Sarah had to admit it was very pretty, a deep blue, the colour of the Harkwood uniform and the cup was trimmed with blue lace. As she went to put it on she noticed that it also clipped in the front. The design was quite ingenious, the clasps being hidden behind a layer of soft material. She unclipped the bra and shrugged into it. This was new for Sarah and she wasn't quite sure exactly how to fit it properly.
She decided to clasp the cups together and then slip them down past her breasts and then bring them up. It worked pretty well, as the straps were a slightly elastic, but her breasts were a little squashed and she had to cup each one and lift it up to settle them comfortably.
"Yes very nice my dear. The straps have spandex in them so they have a bit more give. Feel how they support each breast and how they leave the main part of the breast and the nipple free. No pressure, means more comfort and a lot of room for growing. Biggest mistake most girls make."
Sarah wasn't too interested in the future health of her breasts just then. She felt like her whole breast was still exposed. All this 'bra' really did was push her boobs up slightly. Sarah stood still, trembling as Mrs Goodwin fussed about the bra, adjusting the straps slightly and checking to see that her breasts sat in the cups properly.
"There now, that is fitted perfectly. You won't need to make any further adjustments until the end of term. Do you feel how perfectly your breasts sit my dear? See under the breast, the material of the cup lifts and sits tight to your skin, none of that nasty slippage or pinching. And definitely none of that nasty peeking out underneath that underwire bras can cause. Comfortable aren't they?”
"Yes Mrs Goodwin, they are very comfortable." Sarah could not believe she was discussing her breasts with this woman. She was mortified though she did have to admit that the bra was easily the most comfortable she had ever worn, if she didn't feel so terribly expose she could happily wear it.
"I know it can be hard to believe that a half cup like this can provide better support, so many girls are incredulous. Just bounce up and down a few times, dear, you will see. Just bounce, I know that jumping in those lovely shoes might not be the easiest thing."
Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, instantly aware that this pushed her breasts out even further. She hung her head in shame, bent her knees slightly and bounced up and down on the spot three times.
"Head up Porter, you are likely to fall over doing that. You are still at attention you know,” snapped Harper.
"See dear," beamed Mrs Goodwin, "the breasts are allowed full movement but they always come to rest perfectly in the cups, exactly where they started. A truly brilliant design."
Sarah stood perfectly still. She had to simply assume that Mrs Goodwin was right. Her breasts still felt perfectly comfortable even though she knew they had moved, and moved quite a lot. Her breasts were only B, though she knew they were closing in on C, how did those girls with much bigger boobs deal with it.
Then she felt it. Sarah squeezed her eyes closed for just an instant and tried to think of boring things like calculus problems. She had felt her nipples begin to harden, that bouncing had done it. Sarah’s focus was a little off as she tried her hardest to halt the tightening of her nipples, she knew with some girls you could hardly tell but there was no mistaking when hers got hard, but she heard Mrs Goodwin start talking.
"Now for your skirt. You will be issued with three skirts, pleated, blue. This is a little different from the skirts you might be used to. It wraps around, but this has been fitted quite exactly and there is just the one small clip that fastens it. Easily removed with just the one hand but quite secure."
Sarah reached out, took the skirt and thanked Mrs Goodwin. As she was studying the skirt and locating the clip, Harper stepped behind her.
"Mrs Goodwin I don't think she is used to skirts at all. She is American remember, they don't even have uniforms over there."
"Ah, I had heard that. Is this true Porter?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied as she wrapped the pleated skirt around her waist and fastened the clip, glad finally to have some real clothes.
"What did you usually wear to school then, my dear," asked the inquisitive older lady.
"Um just whatever Ma'am. Jeans and shirts mostly."
"How positively vulgar, young ladies dressing like that at a place of learning no less. Well you are here now and a uniform is a very important part of school life. It allows the student to focus on the studies and not obsess about fashion and other trivial things."
Yeah right, thought Sarah. If anything she was focusing more on what she was wearing then she ever had in her entire life.
"Now the skirt is designed to fit so that it sits ten inches above the knee. Socks two inches below the knee, skirt ten inches above, you would do well to remember that," said Mrs Goodwin as she took out her tape and measured this distance between sock and skirt at each knee. "See I knew as soon as you put that skirt on, it was wrong. You have it entirely too high. Did you not feel that it was loose? Silly girl, the way you have it you would be flashing half the school."
Mrs Goodwin moved behind Sarah and unclasped the skirt, lowered it so that it fit perfectly around her hipbones and refastened it. Now it sat snug against Sarah's hips, falling straight down in front and pouting out behind her as it met her buttocks. The material was soft but a little stiff and it flared out a little behind her.
Sarah's blush continued to deepen at her continued inability to get the simplest things right. But at least I managed to get my nipples under control, she thought triumphantly. Thank you calculus!
"Blouse. You will be issued seven blouses, white."
Sarah reached out and was relieved to see it was a standard white school blouse, like any other she had ever seen. It buttoned up the front with pretty white flower buttons. It had a stiff collar and a band at the waist that also looked a little stiff. Sarah thanked Mrs Goodwin and proceeded to put the blouse on. As she slid her arms through each sleeve she noticed how this movement accentuated her exposed breasts. She hurriedly buttoned the blouse, noticing at the same time how short the sleeves were. They only came a few inches down her arm and were a very snug fit.
When she was finished Sarah stood back at attention. It was only as she straightened up that she realised how tight the blouse was. The sleeves were tight, the somewhat stiff waistband fit perfectly to the top of her skirt, but across her chest the blouse pulled and strained slightly. Sarah hoped this was just because she had her hands behind her back but even so, she could feel the fabric push against her nipples.
"Now, don't you look lovely. Last thing we need to add for your everyday uniform is your tie. Unfortunately tradition has fallen a little by the wayside in this regard and this is just a clip-on."
"Thank you Ma'am," Sarah said as she took the last part of her uniform. It was a tiny blue chequered tie with two clips at the top, only some four inches long in total length. She was wondering just how the clips fit but as she raised it she felt two tiny loops of thread under her collar. It was a matter of seconds to clip it and put her hands behind her back once again.
"There now, a real Harkwood girl. Now your hat is not meant to be worn all the time but anytime you leave the building you are expected to be wearing it," Mrs Goodwin said as she placed the straw hat on Sarah's head. "Nice fit, but as you are inside I will place it with the rest of your kit that can go straight to your dorm."
"Last two items we won't need to worry about right now. A leotard for dance and a swimsuit, they can go straight to your dorm. Well uniform fitted and supplied. We had better hurry seeing as it is really getting on. Clarice please put her in cubicle one, we will take the pictures and quickly finish this up so you can get her acquainted with the facilities."
"This way Porter," Harper commanded as she walked to the right, into one of the cubicles.
Sarah's feet had begun to tingle, standing at attention in the one spot in her new shoes for so long. She almost stumbled with her first step but managed to steady herself. By the time she had taken the eight steps to the cubicle she had managed to get somewhat used to the shoes. Her steps were a little smaller than usual but at least she was steady.
"Stand up against this wall."
Sarah moved to attention against the far wall and stared at the pigeonholes across the room. Mrs Goodwin passed in front of her pushing a different trolley.
"OK now we need to take some photos for your school id. Look straight at the camera and smile, just a little." No sooner had Sarah looked at the lens of the large camera Mrs Goodwin had focused on her than, FLASH. She was almost blinded.
"Terrible, you have your eyes closed and there is definitely no smile. Once again."
This time at least Sarah was prepared. She tried to smile as best she could, the little sweet smile her mother had always said was cute. FLASH.
Mrs Goodwin looked at the back of the camera. "Better, you really are a pretty girl Porter. Though that smile is a little too... well provocative. But it is to be expected I suppose."
Provocative? What the hell was she on about, thought Sarah. That was sweet, just sweet.
"Ok, we will go with that. Two minutes to get this card stamped and we should be about done. Clarice be a dear and tag her while I do this."
"Yes Mrs Goodwin," replied Clarice enthusiastically. The prefect grabbed something quickly from the trolley and advanced towards Sarah. She went to her left side and came in very close, Sarah could feel her breath on her left ear.
"Tilt your head to the right," commanded Harper.
Sarah did as she was told, trembling now, not only with the closeness of the other girl but in fear of just what was going on. She shivered as Harper took her left earlobe and gently slid an earring into the waiting hole. Sarah heard a sharp click as Harper applied pressure to the ring. She moved away leaving the stunned girl wondering what had just happened.
"Thank you Clarice, you are such a helpful girl. Right now Porter. Here is your id. I will place it with the rest of your kit as you may have noticed that your uniform does not have any pockets. You are only required to carry your id when you leave the grounds. That's what we have your tag for. I am glad you were already pierced, as I honestly don't relish doing that myself.”
Mrs Goodwin took a hand scanner off the trolley and scanned the barcode on Sarah's school id. She consulted the laptop on the trolley, “Ok, card working." She then walked towards Sarah, leaned in and grabbed the small metal tag that dangled from her left ear. Sarah heard the loud beep as the scanner read the barcode on the tag and she blinked back the tears as she watched Mrs Goodwin walk back to the trolley.
She had been tagged like a piece of livestock. This was disgusting. They weren't even treating her like a person. Telling her what to do and then ignoring her, discussing her as if she wasn't there and now marking her like an animal. It was too much for Sarah and the tears began to run down her cheeks as she felt the small metal tag swinging from her ear.
"The wonders of modern technology hey Clarice. I can't tell you how much easier this has made everyone's job. Now we can keep track of them with a simple computer. And especially for Trinity house. So much less paperwork. Clarice, we may as well add these infractions in now. How many was it?"
"Eight Mrs Goodwin. One was for poor posture, one for impudence and six for disobedience," Harper replied succinctly.
"Very good. All entered. Now Porter your permanent record can be updated from either your ID, which you won't carry very often, or your ID tag, which will remain with you every minute you are a student at Harkwood. The ring is permanently closed and will need to be cut off when you graduate. Many girls like to keep it as a memento, but that is really up to your patron."
"Ok Clarice you can take her to the nurse now. I let Miss Sharp know you would be coming so she should be ready for you. Porter, the other items of your kit will be waiting for you in your dorm. The most important piece is your School Manual. This details all the rules of Harkwood and you will need to familiarise yourself with it from back to front."
"Thanks Mrs Goodwin. See you later, come on Porter."
"Thank you Ma'am," said Sarah, curtsying as she had been taught, before she tentatively made her way after Harper.
"My pleasure, it was nice to meet you Porter. You are now officially a student at Harkwood College."
Chapter 3. In which Sarah undergoes a physical
Sarah hurried as best she could out of the room and after her handler. She was still struggling a little with the heels and Miss Harper was moving so fast. She had to take very fast mincing, almost running, steps to catch up to her. As she caught up to the older girl she slowed down and began to walk at a more comfortable pace. Every now and then she took a slight misstep but she was definitely getting used to the new shoes.
"You walk two steps behind me and slightly to my left Porter. That is your position. Keep to it and I don't have to worry where you are. If I have to look for you, ever, you will regret it."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah breathlessly replied.
As she settled into a more normal speed and a more natural gait she realised it was anything but normal. The high heels of the shoes caused her to swing her hips a little more than usual and she could feel her skirt swish around the backs of her thighs with each step. It was also causing her breasts to move much more than normal, though Sarah was sure the lack of a proper bra was exacerbating that. As her nipples incessantly brushed against the stiff fabric of her blouse she felt them harden slightly and then fully tighten. It happened so quickly she didn't even have a chance to fight it.
Sarah almost stopped to try and arrest the motion of her blouse against her now rock hard nipples. She snuck a glimpse at her chest and was horrified to see the perfect outline of her nipple and areola through the white blouse, it was like someone had just draped tracing paper over her breasts. The movement was constant, each step brought a slight tensing of the blouse. She knew that as long as she was moving, her nipples had no chance of going down. Her face was so hot she felt like she had a fever.
So focused was Sarah on her predicament that she bumped into Harper when she stopped, pushing her right breast into the prefect's elbow.
"Porter, what the fuck. Another infraction. We'll add that when we log you in the dorm. Now get inside the fucking office. You have to have a physical, then I have to give you a tour and there is no way you are making me miss my late supper. Move it."
Sarah stepped past her handler and into the office. It was a very clinical room: white tiled floor, white walls with medical charts and blazing white halogen bulbs lighting the entire room amazingly brightly.
The only piece of furniture in the room was a strange table with weird metal legs protruding from it. Sarah felt she had seen something like it before but couldn't quite place it. It was obviously something medical. The young girl started to tremble. She had always hated the doctor and almost fainted at just the idea of a needle. But she tried to calm herself down, telling herself she was probably just here so the nurse could make sure she had no allergies and stuff like that.
She had only just finished her quick scan of the room when a door on the far side opened. Sarah just had time to come to attention and get her eyes forward, but she still managed to get a glimpse of what was no doubt the school nurse. She was beautiful, Sarah could tell that from the split second look she had, that plain white nurses pinafore could not disguise the voluptuous body beneath.
"Right Harper, you can wait in my office, make yourself comfortable. This won't take long, I don't really wish to lose too much of my Sunday night." The woman spoke with such authority, it was not what Sarah had expected from a nurse.
"Thanks Miss Sharp," bubbled Harper as she almost skipped across the room.
"Right Porter, you are here for your physical exam and medical history. I am thorough but I will not dawdle through it so pay attention as I am not in the habit of repeating myself."
"Y...yes Ma'am," stammered the frightened teenager.
"Undress, place your clothes in the far corner," commanded the stern nurse, dismissively indicating the empty corner behind Sarah as she walked out the far door.
Sarah froze, and risked a glance at the back of the nurse as she disappeared through the door. She had only been clothed for maybe five minutes and she was already expected to once again lose that protection. As meagre as her uniform was the time she had already spent naked had made her truly thankful for it.
Sarah snapped herself out of her funk and began to undress. She was alone but it did not make it any easier to remove her clothing. She sniffed back any tears that might possibly start forming and first removed her shoes and socks, one leg at a time, sighing as she stepped out of each high heeled shoe, feeling the relief in her calves as her feet flattened on the cool tile floor. She rolled up each sock and placed it in each shoe. Next she unclipped her tie and placed it on top of her shoes, she realised as she bent down that there was no danger of her clothes getting dirty placed on this floor. It was pristine.
"What do you think you are doing?" boomed Nurse Sharp as she appeared at the door pushing a trolley laden with apparatus.
"Undressing Ma'am," Sarah replied softly, confused and terrified as to what she had done wrong now. Sarah saw Miss Harper appear but she was waved away by the furious nurse.
"I have this Harper. You may be new but ignorance is no defence. Protocol must be followed in all things and the flouting of one rule is a show of disrespect for the whole school, the staff and the other students of the school. Now put those clothes back on and be quick about it."
Sarah hurriedly picked up her tie and fumbled badly as she tried to link the clips into the hoops under her collar. Undress. Get dressed. Sarah was confused beyond belief. Just focus on right now, you can't get bogged down in the past, she told herself. She finally managed to get the tie clipped in, reached for her socks and rolled them back up her legs, then stepped into each shoe and rebuckled the straps. Sarah was a blur of motion as she dressed and stood at attention, waiting to see what she had managed to stuff up now.
"Now Porter, I do realise you are headed for Trinity house, believe me I have seen your kind before, but this does not excuse you from an inability to follow rules and a basic lack of manners. On the contrary it is more important for you than for anyone to get these things right. Don't you agree?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied Sarah. She really did agree though she was sure there was more to what was being said than she could comprehend now. She was tired, flustered and more confused than she had ever been in her life.
"How long ago were you issued your uniform?"
"Um, about ten minutes ago Ma'am."
"About ten minutes? About? You will have to do better than that Porter. There are clocks in every room. Time is an important concept for you. Learn to tell the time and learn to keep time. What is the time now?"
"About five past six Ma'am."
"Fucking, about. You better stop fucking about Porter. You just earned an infraction for wilful disobedience. You don't want too many of those. Now what is the time?"
"Six past six Ma'am," Sarah replied disappointedly. She was really letting herself down. She should have known better, she should have paid more attention to what she was saying. Please Sarah, she begged herself, do better, please.
"I suggest you make sure you know the time you enter a room and the time you leave each room. As I said time is an important concept to grasp, even more so for you Trinnies. Now remember all the way back to 10 minutes ago, remember being issued a uniform. Do you remember the order in which you were issued your uniform?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Simply reverse the order for undressing. Now be quick about it. And Porter don’t just throw the clothes in the corner. You fold them neatly. Well don’t just stand there, I told you to move.”
Sarah flew into motion. She unclipped her tie and placed it on the cool tiles in the corner then furiously began to unbutton her blouse. The whole time she was fumbling with her buttons she could not take her eyes off her nipples pushing against her white blouse, creating tiny dark circles under the white material. She shrugged out of her blouse, turning the tight sleeves inside out as they clung to her arms, arching her back as she did so, forcing her breasts to become even more prominent.
Sarah did not stop for a moment, quickly folding her blouse and then unclipping her skirt, folding that and adding it to the pile. She almost began to pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders before remembering that it clipped in front. She really did have to admit it was a great little item. She would happily wear it all the time if only she could have a t-shirt and jumper over the top. She unclipped her bra and slid the straps down her arms, immediately feeling the loss of support for her breasts.
After placing the bra on the pile she slipped her fingers in the strap of her panties and slid them down her legs. Sarah was so used to folding her panties when she took them off but she always wore full briefs, she didn't own anything else. This g-string however simply rolled up as they went down her legs and once she stepped out of them they almost folded in on themselves. She hurriedly dropped them on the pile, once again feeling the full vulnerability of being naked, her sex able to be seen peeking through her thighs each time she bent over, as she now did to unbuckle and remove her heels and slide her socks off, placing them in her shoes.
The whole process had taken just over a minute. Sarah didn't think she had ever undressed as quickly as that. She almost jumped back up to attention, desperate not to anger this beautiful nurse again. She knew she was imposing on people, on their Sunday night and she so wished she had not stopped off for some sightseeing after her plane landed this morning.
"Finally, we can start. Every student has a full medical workup prior to being admitted to the general school. We don't want any nasty surprises with allergies or any pre-existing medical conditions now do we?"
"No Ma'am," replied the docile teen.
"That was a rhetorical question Porter. That means it is a question that does not require an answer, it is simply posed to make you think. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," replied the thoroughly humiliated young girl.
She knew what rhetorical meant, but what if she got it wrong and got in trouble for not answering. Even though she felt horrible that someone thought she was stupid it was better than having someone angry at her. She had always been a girl who did her best and tried her hardest and she hated letting people down.
"See you got that right, that was a question directly to you. Good girl."
Even though it was humiliating to be praised like a child stacking blocks, Sarah felt a tiny flush of pleasure inside at pleasing someone and finally having someone happy with her.
"First things first, lets get your file up."
The nurse picked up a small scanner, reached out and tugged gently at the tag dangling from Sarah's left ear. The beep caused Sarah to close her eyes in shame, reminded of the tag she now wore like a farm animal. Her chest and face flushed in embarrassment. One saving grace, thought Sarah, was that maybe the heat from the blush would help her still hard nipples to soften.
"Oh my, you already have eight infractions," exclaimed nurse Sharp. "Adding the one you earned in here and you are going to have a very busy form session in the morning. But let's get on shall we. First what we need to do is take your vitals and perform an extended physical. You will be moving around quite a lot so there is no need to be at attention during the examination, but don't take advantage by slouching like a tramp," explained the nurse as she placed a rough plastic cuff around Sarah's left bicep.
"Arm out straight."
An apprehensive Sarah straightened her arm as the band was tightened and pumped up. With relief she realised she was just having her blood pressure taken. The pressure was soon relieved and the band removed from her arm. Sarah knew she didn't have to be at attention but she wasn't sure what would be considered 'slouching'. She simply put her arms at her side but otherwise stayed standing straight. She made sure not to touch her hips with her hands as it only reminded her how vulnerable and exposed she was in her nudity.
It was so difficult for the young girl to keep her hands at her side. With every moment that passed it became harder and harder to fight the urge to cover her body, one hand across her sex and the other hiding her breasts. She was afraid to move but the feeling of vulnerability was starting to become an obsession.
She let her eyes dart to the trolley that the nurse was returning to. Other than the laptop, Sarah could not really tell what most of the stuff was, some of it being covered by dimpled white medical paper.
She watched the nurse pick up a small black baton like object with a triangular head. She knew what this was as her doctor had used it on her many times. It shone a little light that they used to look in your ears and mouth. The nurse continued her examination in silence, swiftly checking each ear. She returned to the trolley and came back with the standard wooden tongue depressor.
"Mouth open, say aaah," directed Nurse Sharp.
Now the examination had begun she was all business. Her manner was brisk and efficient and Sarah hoped that this would mean the examination would be quick and professional so she could get her uniform back on. Even though this was another woman and she was a medical professional, she still felt terribly uncomfortable being naked in front of her.
"Aaaaaurrrgh," Sarah gagged as the thin piece of wood was placed far back in her mouth and caused her to step back away from the invading object, almost retching in the process.
"Get back here now. What are you some kind of fucking baby. Fucking atrocious behaviour. Move again and I will secure that mouth open," boomed the irate nurse.
She glared at Sarah as she stepped forward again, straightened her back and reopened her mouth. The young girl was terrified now. She had not meant to react that way, it was just so unexpected. She had never had anything shoved so far back in her throat before. She was sure she would do better now that she was ready for it, but she fervently hoped it would not go in as far this time.
The nurse continued to glare at the trembling teen, her head tilted back slightly and her mouth wide open but still with a straight back and in a position almost at attention. The older woman noticed that even though she had relaxed her stance somewhat, with her hands at her sides now, balled into fists, she had still kept her legs shoulder width apart. Maybe she would do ok after all, the nurse thought to herself, though nine infractions accrued in a few hours was very high.
Sarah tensed as she watched wide-eyed as the nurse placed the depressor in her mouth again. She was dismayed to feel it go as far back as before and as it was pressed down against her tongue she tried her best to vocalise.
"Aaaaah," said Sarah as her throat tensed as the nurse shone the small light in her mouth and she fought back the urge to push the nurse away to get this foreign object out of her mouth. As the depressor was removed Sarah gagged slightly, making a choking sound.
"Aaah, what Porter," questioned nurse Sharp. She had decided she would have a little fun with this girl. After all she was giving up her Sunday evening for this.
"Aaaah, Ma'am?" replied Sarah questioningly.
Surely she hadn't been expected to say that. She held her breath as she waited for another tirade or infraction to be added to her list. But the nurse simply moved back to the trolley and clicked away at the laptop.
Sarah watched as her medical chart was filled. She couldn't help but admire the physique of the nurse. She looked like one of those pinup girls from the 50s, curves in all the right places and a bouncy bob of beautiful, thick blonde hair.
With two steps the nurse was back leaning over Sarah, very close. She reached in to her face and pulled open Sarah's right eyelid, causing her to stare, unable to close her eyes.
"Look straight ahead," demanded the nurse. Sarah did as she was told as the light was shone directly into her eye. "Look left, now right. Up. Down." The nurse spoke the commands with no emotion, as if she was talking to a dog. The process was repeated with her left eye and when the nurse walked away Sarah was left blinking furiously, her entire field of vision filled with burst of amorphous yellow and orange shapes.
Sarah hadn't realised the nurse was back until she felt her warm hands around her throat. The confused teen was startled by this unexpected touch, but it was gentle. Nurse Sharp was pushing softly on the sides of Sarah's neck, up under her ears and following her jaw line down. Gentle pressure but insistent. Sarah started to relax, the soft warm hands a comfort to her.
With almost no space in between the nurse placed a stethoscope to the bewildered teen’s chest. Sarah jumped slightly as the cold metal head was placed against her left breast. Almost instantly Sarah's nipples rehardened. She felt her breasts move slightly as her nipples tightened and perceptibly moved upwards. She dared a glance at the face of Nurse Sharp and saw an eyebrow raise in question. Oh god, the horrified teen thought to herself, now she thinks I am some kind of pervert or lesbian or something.
"Breathe in and out slowly until I tell you to stop, full deep breaths," directed the nurse.
Sarah breathed in as deeply and slowly as she could, then let the breath out the same way. She continued this as the nurse moved the head of the stethoscope from breast to breast, high on her chest and low, at one point the stethoscope head and the nurse’s hand lay nestled underneath Sarah’s breast. She then moved around behind her and moved the stethoscope around her back in the same manner.
Sarah then felt the hands of the nurse on her back. They were warm and smooth and she relaxed at the comforting touch. She felt a sharp tap on her back, then another. This was repeated a number of times before the nurse moved back in front of her.
Sarah was still breathing in and out slowly. She was not sure how long she could keep it up as she was getting a little lightheaded. She was then shocked to feel the hands of the nurse on her breasts. The tapping started again, first her left breast then her right. With each tap her breast jiggled and rippled with the force. Sarah tried to tell herself not to be bothered but she had never, ever had another person touch her bare breasts. She hadn't been to the doctor for an exam since they had started to develop. She felt it was wrong but it wasn't like it was sexual. It was medical. She tried to tell herself to stop being silly.
Finally the nurse moved back to the trolley, clicked away at the laptop and then placed a compact glass set of scales on the floor in front of her.
"You can stop the deep breathing now. Step up on the scale and stand still."
Sarah was grateful for being told to stop the deep breaths. She had started to feel quite dizzy. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch and breathing like that was almost too much. She stepped up on the scales, placed her feet together and stood stock still. It was a strange sensation to feel her thighs touching. She hadn't been really aware of it too much before but it only deepened the sense of exposure she had been feeling while standing with her legs so far apart.
"Step off. You could lose a kilo or two but the BMI will tell us more," stated the nurse.
Sarah was a little annoyed. She was slim, always had been. It wasn't that she exercised that much, or dieted. She just watched what she ate. She definitely didn't need to lose any weight.
Sarah's side, just above her hip, was pinched by a pair of plastic callipers, then again at her belly, just beside her bellybutton. Then she felt a tape measure being placed around her waist, above her hips, and then again around her hips across her pubis. She felt the nurses hands scrape across her downy pubic hair and groaned inwardly at the intimate touch. Her naked body was being poked and prodded like a slab of unfeeling meat and she just couldn't accept that this was alright, that it was normal.
"Over against the wall and face out. Heels, buttocks, back and head flush against the wall."
Sarah quickly stepped across the room, noticing thin blacks marks on the wall marking out a height chart that she hadn't noticed before. The nurse came over and took the measurement and went back to the trolley.
She watched as the nurse turned around with a small camera in her hand. She heard the telltale click as the camera took a number of pictures of her naked form. The poor teen was mortified. Now they had naked pictures of her. She had heard all the stories at school of other girls sending pictures to their boyfriends or even doing stripteases on their webcams but Sarah had never thought of ever doing anything like that. The most she had ever done was dance in front of her mirror, but always clothed. They shouldn't be allowed to take pictures of her naked body. She was just about to open her mouth to protest when the nurse cut her off.
"Right, back in the centre of the room and run on the spot until I tell you to stop."
Sarah moved back to the centre of the room, a little more slowly than before. She did not want to do this. Running naked was not ladylike, not like anything else she had done naked was, bending over and baring her vagina to the world each time she got dressed for instance. She didn't really feel like she had any alternative though. Everything had happened so fast, she had just been swept along on the wave of humiliation and didn't quite know how to get off. She took one deep breath and started to jog on the spot, barely lifting her feet off the floor.
"I said run, not flop around like some terminally ill retard."
Sarah cringed and ran harder. She lifted her feet higher off the ground and moved faster, truly running on the spot. She felt like an idiot but it didn't take her long before she had to focus on her breathing and keeping up the pace, more than how she felt and what she looked like. She may be slim but she was definitely not a fit girl. Her breathing began to be laboured and a thin sheen of sweat broke out all over her body. The bouncing motion of her breasts was keeping her nipples hard enough to cut glass. After only a couple of minutes her speed began to slow and her steps began to falter.
"You are terribly unfit young lady. You should be able to keep that pace up for a good ten minutes. You can stop running and we will see how your heart rate has changed," said the nurse as she advanced once again with the stethoscope. Sarah had stopped running and stood as still as she could to let the nurse get accurate readings. Her chest heaved up and down as she struggled for breath.
"Terribly unfit," the nurse tutted to herself as she listened to Sarah's increased heart rate.
"OK, get up on the table and hang your legs over the end," said the nurse as she entered the latest data into Sarah's medical evaluation.
Sarah trotted over to the strange table and popped up onto the cool leather, dangling her bent legs off the end. She took this opportunity to look at the table in more detail. It looked like a cross between a chair and a table really. She noticed that it had two strange metal protrusions at the end, she was sitting between them and the chair itself could obviously be moved to a full reclining position. It looked kind of like a dentists chair but not really.
Nurse Sharp came over and tapped each knee with a hard little triangular hammer, making each of Sarah's knees jump out from the table. Sarah, smiled to herself. She had often done the same thing with a ruler when she was bored at school. It was kind of fun how your body could do things on its own. Kind of like my nipples, she thought to herself, instantly removing the smile that had brightened her pretty face.
"Now before we move on it's time for a little Q and A. When are you due for your period?"
Sarah thought a little before she answered.
"Towards the end of the month Ma'am."
"Well that's a long period of time Porter, when exactly?"
"Um I am not sure Ma'am. Usually towards the end, maybe the last couple of days."
"Are you telling me you don't keep track of your periods?"
"Um, no Ma'am. I mean yes Ma'am. I do but I just don't..."
"Stop babbling," spat the incredulous nurse. "You obviously have little regard for your body, I find it hard to believe you cannot narrow down your period to more than the 'end of the month'. You may as well have said, sometime each month. Bloody hopeless. Well at least tell me what they are usually like."
Sarah was more confused than before. Did other girls know the exact time each month they would have their period? She was sure hers didn't come the exact same day each month anyway. And she wasn't sure what the question meant now, and she was deathly afraid of giving another stupid answer.
"Um, they are usually not too bad. Only a little painful and I get some cramps and ah my..." Sarah bit her lip as she tried to explain, "my um, my nipples get quite tender Ma'am."
Tears began to well in Sarah's eyes as she heard the nurse sigh, knowing she had once again said the wrong thing. How was it possible she was being so stupid?
"What are your periods like Porter? Heavy days, light days, how long do they last? That is the information I need to know, not the difference you notice when your boyfriend plays with your nipples."
Sarah was mortified. She almost blurted out that she didn't have a boyfriend but she caught herself in time. Instead she thought about the question before answering. She figured it was important if the nurse was asking as part of her medical exam and if she was not truthful it might go bad for her in the future.
"Um I usually have one light day and then a heavy day and than another light day. And usually nothing after that at all Ma'am," Sarah replied, quite confident she had been as accurate and truthful as she could remember.
"Sexual partners?"
Sarah just sat there. She told herself she wasn't even sure that was a question, though she knew deep down it was. She just didn't want to answer it. She should not be ashamed, hell she should actually be proud.
"I am a virgin Ma'am," Sarah said softly, though with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Bloody hell," exclaimed the nurse. She was sure that all teenagers from America were sexually active. The country may pretend to be overly prudish on the surface but all this did was hide the bubbling hotbed of sexual proclivity. Well, this is the first American virgin Trinity house has seen for many a year she thought to herself. Definitely in my tenure.
"Well we will see. Lie back on the chair and put your feet up in the stirrups."
The mention of the words stirrups jogged something in Sarah's brain. She had been so dense. She was sitting in a gynaecologists chair, the weird metal things were stirrups and her feet were supposed to go in them. Her feet were supposed to go in them and they would expose her terribly. Open her sex terribly.
Sarah took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair. As soon as she had done so she realised the stirrups needed to be swung around in front of the chair. She straightened up, swung each stirrup around in front of the chair and lay back. Sarah closed her eyes and talked herself into putting her feet in the stirrups. It's a medical exam, it's a medical exam. She's a nurse, she's a nurse, she repeated to herself.
Her mantra was interrupted as she felt her left foot yanked out and placed in the stirrup. Her eyes flashed open to see the nurse grab her right foot and pull it forcefully outwards and place it in the remaining stirrup. She watched as the nurse pulled her legs further down the stirrups and it was only then Sarah realised they weren't meant for her feet but the backs of her lower calf would rest on them, her feet dangling over the end. The helpless teen watched as the nurse drew a Velcro strap around each ankle, securing her legs firmly into the stirrups.
Sarah groaned in horror as the nurse stepped between her stretched legs and pushed them further apart. She kept pushing until Sarah heard a click from each side. Her legs were now obscenely spread and her knees were pushed back towards her chest creating a splayed M shape. Sarah could feel the air across her vagina and cringed at the sight she knew she must make. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to relax.
Suddenly Sarah jerked her left leg hard. Her foot almost jerked out of the stirrup but it was held firmly in place by the Velcro strap. Her eyes flicked open to see the nurse now moving to her right foot, a small metal wand in her hand. She felt the touch again on her right foot. The nurse gently swished the wand up her foot from heel to toe and Sarah's right leg jerked this time, once again barely moving, her foot tightly bound by the Velcro strap. Sarah kept her eyes fixed on the nurse now, she didn't want any more surprises.
She watched down her body, over the twin mounds of her flattened breasts and heaving stomach as the nurse wheeled a small stool between her legs, watched as Nurse Sharp put on white surgical gloves and watched as she leaned in towards her obscenely spread sex.
Sarah's eyes snapped shut as she felt the gloved fingers prod her the intimate area between her legs, she couldn't watch this. She felt the fingers run across the outside of her lips, rubbing her stubbly pubic hair, then gently push her labia apart. She felt her most private of lips being pulled apart, then she yelped a little when she felt her small inner labia also being manipulated. It was over in moments, the nurse didn't linger, she had a job to do, but the clinical way in which she had been violated left the young girl trembling in fear.
Sarah sighed with relief and wiped the burgeoning tears from her eyes. She opened them in time to see the nurse pick up a weird metal instrument, then proceed to pour a thick, clear syrupy liquid over the two long metal tongues.
Sarah closed her eyes and tensed. She knew what it was, she knew what was going to happen. She began to sob a little, her shoulders jerking and her breasts bouncing gently as she lay back on the leather gynaecological chair.
Her whole body tensed as she waited for the ultimate humiliation. Sarah jumped and jerked her feet in the stirrups when the cold metal touched her delicate labia. With one quick, deft motion nurse Sharp had the speculum inside the trembling teen's vagina. Once fully inserted the nurse opened the tongues, spreading the vagina, and locked them in place. She picked up a small plastic instrument similar to a chopstick but with a flared paddle on the end. With this she prodded the inner walls of Sarah's vagina as the teen squirmed in discomfort.
"Well there you have it," Nurse Sharp said with surprise. "Your hymen is intact and you have a healthy vagina as well. You would be surprised how many girls have problems down here."
Sarah felt odd lying back, totally exposed and having the nurse converse with her in this way. But there was also a little relief. She hadn't spoken for some time and Sarah had been a little afraid that she had thought her a liar when she had mentioned she was a virgin.
"How often do you masturbate?"
"Um," Sarah answered and clammed up. She knew she had to answer but her brain was having a hard time cooperating, preoccupied as it was with going over and over the humiliating position she was in: naked, legs spread, vagina spread open by some infernal piece of metal and then being asked to reveal her most private of acts.
"Now if you tell me you don't masturbate, I will know that you are lying. I want you out of here in ten minutes so hurry up."
"Only about once a week Ma'am," Sarah replied through her sobs.
"And how do you do this," inquired the nurse as she released the tongues of the speculum and removed it from the crying teen’s sex.
"With my fingers Ma'am."
"Never with anything else?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah replied with trepidation as she sniffled her runny nose.
She did not have to volunteer how often she had thought about using her hairbrush and had even inserted it just a little a few times but never actually used it to masturbate, so she didn't tell a lie technically.
Sarah heard the twin tearing sounds of the Velcro straps being undone and her whole body relaxed in relief, sure that this was a sign her ordeal was over.
"Back in the centre of the room," commanded the nurse as she removed the gloves and threw them on the trolley. "Just one more exam and we are finished."
Sarah had managed to get her crying under control before it turned into a full bout of body wracking sobs. The relief that this ordeal was nearly over was enough to calm her down. Medical exam or not this had been the most humiliating experience of her life. How did women go through this all the time, and with male doctors as well? She knew she was just being silly, it was just that the day had been so overwhelming.
"At attention now Porter. We are almost finished and we are now back to normal rules," directed the nurse as she stepped in close behind the defeated teen.
Sarah gritted her teeth as felt the nurses warm hands encircle her left breast. Sarah grunted as Nurse Sharp began to squeeze her breast, from the outside moving inwards and compressing the breast meat until her hands met over her nipples which she squeezed hard between thumb and fingers. She repeated the process again on her left breast and moved around behind the teen to replicate it on the right.
Sarah's mind was whirling. She had put up with a lot but what the hell was this for. She had heard of breast exams and she had done one on herself once though she knew it was not necessary but she was sure this hard squeezing, almost milking motion, was not the way in which they were done. It also hurt and this made her reel a little. Everything else had been degrading but nothing had actually hurt. It was a strange sensation that Sarah found hard to digest.
"No discharge, good," said the nurse to herself as she went back to the trolley and entered the final piece of information into Sarah Porter's medical history.
Discharge? Sarah had no idea what she was talking about. She would have loved to have asked, as far as she knew the only time anything came from the breast was when you were pregnant and then that was normal. Was that a pregnancy test? If so it would have to be one of the most inaccurate in history, Sarah thought to herself. The young girl just stood there at attention staring at the far wall hoping and hoping that her time in this room was at an end.
"Samples and we are done. Open wide." Sarah snapped her mouth wide as Nurse Sharp opened a plastic test tube. The lid had a long cotton-tipped swab attached on its underside. This she used to swab the inside of Sarah's cheeks. She then handed Sarah a small plastic cup with a screw top.
"Fill that to the line and not over and we are done. I can get on with my night, or what is left of it, and you can take up someone else's time."
Sarah took the offered plastic container. She just looked at it, then looked at both doors.
"What are you waiting for? Are you deliberately trying to annoy me Porter?"
"No Ma'am. Um Ma'am please, where is the toilet?" asked the desperate girl.
"Toilet, what are you on about. Fill the cup where you stand. I am not asking you to piss a gallon, just fill the cup. Is that too much to ask?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah replied timidly.
Sarah unscrewed the cap from the small container. She slowly lowered the plastic cup between her legs and moved it tight up against her sex, she needed to move her legs a little wider to do this comfortably. She knew she must look lewd and ridiculous but she had to make sure she didn't spill any on the floor, or God on her hands, it wasn't like she had any control over it after all. She couldn't believe she had been asked to pee right out in the middle of the room, and with another person in the room. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it!
Sarah stood in the centre of the sterile white room, holding the cup up between her legs and waited. She had not been to the toilet since lunch, and it had been quite a long taxi ride here but still she couldn't go. She knew she needed to go, she had actually thought of asking Miss Harper on the way if they could stop but she hadn't dared. And now it seemed she had some stage fright. She knew it was just that she was nervous, standing naked in the middle of a room and expected to urinate into a cup.
Sarah desperately wanted to pee. The longer it took the more nervous and agitated she became. Her legs began to tremble a little, the strain from standing with them spread was starting to show. She heard the nurse walk towards her, stopping just behind her back. Sarah could not see her but she could feel her presence. The poor girl began to panic, tensing her muscles trying desperately to pee. She cringed, waiting for the tirade about wasting time that she knew was coming.
"Relax Porter. You will never give me what I want like that. You have 4 minutes to fill that cup and honestly it doesn't take much to fill. So relax and pee like a good girl. But believe me, take more than the allotted time and I will have to obtain the sample through other means," warned the nurse, now speaking directly into Sarah’s left ear, close enough that the movement of warm air had sent shivers down her left side, causing goosebumps to appear along her body.
Instantly Sarah began to pee, she was not sure what had removed that mental block but she thought it most likely it was the involuntary shivers that the nurse had caused with her deliciously warm breath.
The embarrassed teen heard the loud splattering noise as her urine hit the hard plastic bottom of the cup. She felt the splashback as her pee hit the surface with great force. Sarah quickly bent at the waist, hurrying to make sure that she stopped before overfilling the cup. She almost started crying again as she watched the clear cup fill with her dark yellow urine. She watched carefully as her pee neared the line to which she had been told to fill. She clenched her muscles and stopped peeing, just short of the line and removed the cup from her vagina, screwed the top on quickly and handed it out to the nurse, who was still standing close behind her.
"See not so hard, girls like you just need the right motivation. The rule holds true for pretty much everything. Don't you think Porter, it's just a matter of motivation and anything is possible?"
Sarah wasn't entirely sure she was supposed to answer but the flustered teen had already decided that it seemed better to err on the side of caution.
"Yes Ma'am."
Nurse Sharp swapped the cup of Sarah's urine for a tissue, "Wipe yourself and place it in the bin then hurry up and get dressed."
Sarah took the tissue and wiped the few droplets of pee that still clung to the lips of her sex. She hurried around the nurse and popped the tissue in the small bin on the trolley and all but ran over to the corner and started to dress. Now she really did need to pee. She had only let out a tiny amount and starting and then stopping had now made her really feel the need to empty her bladder. She didn't know when she would get a chance but vowed to ask Miss Harper as soon as they were out of the room.
Sarah knew it had not really been that long but it felt like hours since she had been clothed. She could not wait to feel that warm protective feeling she knew her uniform would give her. It was a matter of moments for her socks to be rolled up her legs and her shoes to be on and buckled - now there was something she hadn't missed. The heels were as strange a feeling as ever, the added height and the tense feeling in her calves as they were stretched a little to accommodate the new position would still take quite some getting used to.
She heard the nurse leave the room, wheeling the trolley but she neither turned around nor stopped dressing. She hadn't thought about being obedient or that curiosity was not becoming as she had been told, she was just desperate to be clothed and out on her way.
She hurriedly slipped her panties up her legs, taking time to adjust the straps and making sure the actual material of the panties was covering her sex properly. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to the feeling of these panties, the seamless design and decided lack of material made it feel like she was not wearing anything at all which caused the odd jarring sensation when every now and then a movement would cause the material to shift and she would be reminded that she was indeed wearing them.
One thing she definitely could get used to, she thought, was the new bra. She still intensely disliked how exposed her breasts felt, and she was dreading walking with the blouse on knowing her nipples would get hard again, but the comfort was unbelievable. Once she had adjusted her breasts slightly, just pushing the sides a little with her fingers, they felt like they were cushioned on marshmallows.
As she was clipping her skirt, making sure it sat on her hipbones and not around her waist as she had done the first time, she heard someone come into the room behind her. Sarah hurriedly put her blouse on and buttoned it up and took only seconds to clip on her tie, she was already becoming adept at this action. She scooted back into the centre of the room and stood at attention, spotting both Miss Harper and the nurse looking at her.
"Thanks so much for letting me use your room Miss Sharp. It's fantastic."
"That's ok Clarice. A prefect, a maths champ and a very polite young lady. You can come over anytime you would like to have a chat."
"Oh thanks Miss Sharp," beamed the ecstatic girl.
"Call me Michelle, but just when we are alone, don't want the other girls getting jealous now do we," smiled the voluptuous nurse.
"Haha, sure Michelle. If I may ask, where did you get that brilliant throw."
"Oh that old thing," nurse Sharp answered coyly. "That's from Harrods."
"I knew it," exclaimed Harper. "It is so beautiful."
Sarah could not believe what was going on. She had been pushed and prodded and rushed about like the world was going to end and now here they were just talking away as if they had all the time in the world. And she felt a special hurt when the nurse had talked about being alone. They were treating her as if she wasn't even in the room.
"How did she do Michelle. Please don't tell me I have a problem girl on my hands?"
"No Clarice, she has a clean bill of health. And she's a virgin."
Sarah could have died on the spot. She thought this kind of thing was supposed to be confidential and here it was blabbed to the first possible person. She wasn't ashamed of being a virgin but she knew what girls were like and she hoped and prayed that it wouldn't get used against her.
"O.M.G. Michelle."
"Clarice don't talk like that. Those abbreviations are things I expect to hear from common girls, not from a student of Harkwood."
"Sorry Michelle. It's just wow, that’s not something I expected from a Trinnie."
"Well Clarice every now and then we can be surprised by anything. I have a suspicion that she has not even kissed a boy."
"Wow is that true Porter?"
"Oh Clarice we don't have time for this chit chat really. You pop along and remember, you are welcome anytime."
"Sure Michelle and thanks again. Come on Porter we need to hurry now, I don't want to be at this all night."
Oh now we need to hurry, thought Sarah. Now you have finished your small talk, when it suits you. Sarah got a little angry but immediately regretted it. She needed to remember that thinking like that caused slipups, and she was likely to let it through next time she spoke which would be disastrous.
Sarah turned to follow her handler out the door but was halted in her tracks as the nurse spoke to her.
"Porter, what is the time?"
"Um, I don't know Ma'am," Sarah replied dejectedly. She had forgotten to look at the clock before she left, after she had been specifically advised to.
"Look now Porter and don't forget it. I am too tired to open your file again so get moving."
Sarah glanced at the clock before popping a quick curtsy and scurrying out of the room. It had read 6:48. The examination had taken only 42 minutes. Sarah could have sworn she had been in there for way more than an hour.
Review This Story || Email Author: GarmonboziaSarah hurried as best she could out of the room and after her handler. She was still struggling a little with the heels and Miss Harper was moving so fast. She had to take very fast mincing, almost running, steps to catch up to her. As she caught up to the older girl she slowed down and began to walk at a more comfortable pace. Every now and then she took a slight misstep but she was definitely getting used to the new shoes.
"You walk two steps behind me and slightly to my left Porter. That is your position. Keep to it and I don't have to worry where you are. If I have to look for you, ever, you will regret it."
"Yes Miss Harper," Sarah breathlessly replied.
As she settled into a more normal speed and a more natural gait she realised it was anything but normal. The high heels of the shoes caused her to swing her hips a little more than usual and she could feel her skirt swish around the backs of her thighs with each step. It was also causing her breasts to move much more than normal, though Sarah was sure the lack of a proper bra was exacerbating that. As her nipples incessantly brushed against the stiff fabric of her blouse she felt them harden slightly and then fully tighten. It happened so quickly she didn't even have a chance to fight it.
Sarah almost stopped to try and arrest the motion of her blouse against her now rock hard nipples. She snuck a glimpse at her chest and was horrified to see the perfect outline of her nipple and areola through the white blouse, it was like someone had just draped tracing paper over her breasts. The movement was constant, each step brought a slight tensing of the blouse. She knew that as long as she was moving, her nipples had no chance of going down. Her face was so hot she felt like she had a fever.
So focused was Sarah on her predicament that she bumped into Harper when she stopped, pushing her right breast into the prefect's elbow.
"Porter, what the fuck. Another infraction. We'll add that when we log you in the dorm. Now get inside the fucking office. You have to have a physical, then I have to give you a tour and there is no way you are making me miss my late supper. Move it."
Sarah stepped past her handler and into the office. It was a very clinical room: white tiled floor, white walls with medical charts and blazing white halogen bulbs lighting the entire room amazingly brightly.
The only piece of furniture in the room was a strange table with weird metal legs protruding from it. Sarah felt she had seen something like it before but couldn't quite place it. It was obviously something medical. The young girl started to tremble. She had always hated the doctor and almost fainted at just the idea of a needle. But she tried to calm herself down, telling herself she was probably just here so the nurse could make sure she had no allergies and stuff like that.
She had only just finished her quick scan of the room when a door on the far side opened. Sarah just had time to come to attention and get her eyes forward, but she still managed to get a glimpse of what was no doubt the school nurse. She was beautiful, Sarah could tell that from the split second look she had, that plain white nurses pinafore could not disguise the voluptuous body beneath.
"Right Harper, you can wait in my office, make yourself comfortable. This won't take long, I don't really wish to lose too much of my Sunday night." The woman spoke with such authority, it was not what Sarah had expected from a nurse.
"Thanks Miss Sharp," bubbled Harper as she almost skipped across the room.
"Right Porter, you are here for your physical exam and medical history. I am thorough but I will not dawdle through it so pay attention as I am not in the habit of repeating myself."
"Y...yes Ma'am," stammered the frightened teenager.
"Undress, place your clothes in the far corner," commanded the stern nurse, dismissively indicating the empty corner behind Sarah as she walked out the far door.
Sarah froze, and risked a glance at the back of the nurse as she disappeared through the door. She had only been clothed for maybe five minutes and she was already expected to once again lose that protection. As meagre as her uniform was the time she had already spent naked had made her truly thankful for it.
Sarah snapped herself out of her funk and began to undress. She was alone but it did not make it any easier to remove her clothing. She sniffed back any tears that might possibly start forming and first removed her shoes and socks, one leg at a time, sighing as she stepped out of each high heeled shoe, feeling the relief in her calves as her feet flattened on the cool tile floor. She rolled up each sock and placed it in each shoe. Next she unclipped her tie and placed it on top of her shoes, she realised as she bent down that there was no danger of her clothes getting dirty placed on this floor. It was pristine.
"What do you think you are doing?" boomed Nurse Sharp as she appeared at the door pushing a trolley laden with apparatus.
"Undressing Ma'am," Sarah replied softly, confused and terrified as to what she had done wrong now. Sarah saw Miss Harper appear but she was waved away by the furious nurse.
"I have this Harper. You may be new but ignorance is no defence. Protocol must be followed in all things and the flouting of one rule is a show of disrespect for the whole school, the staff and the other students of the school. Now put those clothes back on and be quick about it."
Sarah hurriedly picked up her tie and fumbled badly as she tried to link the clips into the hoops under her collar. Undress. Get dressed. Sarah was confused beyond belief. Just focus on right now, you can't get bogged down in the past, she told herself. She finally managed to get the tie clipped in, reached for her socks and rolled them back up her legs, then stepped into each shoe and rebuckled the straps. Sarah was a blur of motion as she dressed and stood at attention, waiting to see what she had managed to stuff up now.
"Now Porter, I do realise you are headed for Trinity house, believe me I have seen your kind before, but this does not excuse you from an inability to follow rules and a basic lack of manners. On the contrary it is more important for you than for anyone to get these things right. Don't you agree?"
"Yes Ma'am," replied Sarah. She really did agree though she was sure there was more to what was being said than she could comprehend now. She was tired, flustered and more confused than she had ever been in her life.
"How long ago were you issued your uniform?"
"Um, about ten minutes ago Ma'am."
"About ten minutes? About? You will have to do better than that Porter. There are clocks in every room. Time is an important concept for you. Learn to tell the time and learn to keep time. What is the time now?"
"About five past six Ma'am."
"Fucking, about. You better stop fucking about Porter. You just earned an infraction for wilful disobedience. You don't want too many of those. Now what is the time?"
"Six past six Ma'am," Sarah replied disappointedly. She was really letting herself down. She should have known better, she should have paid more attention to what she was saying. Please Sarah, she begged herself, do better, please.
"I suggest you make sure you know the time you enter a room and the time you leave each room. As I said time is an important concept to grasp, even more so for you Trinnies. Now remember all the way back to 10 minutes ago, remember being issued a uniform. Do you remember the order in which you were issued your uniform?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Simply reverse the order for undressing. Now be quick about it. And Porter don’t just throw the clothes in the corner. You fold them neatly. Well don’t just stand there, I told you to move.”
Sarah flew into motion. She unclipped her tie and placed it on the cool tiles in the corner then furiously began to unbutton her blouse. The whole time she was fumbling with her buttons she could not take her eyes off her nipples pushing against her white blouse, creating tiny dark circles under the white material. She shrugged out of her blouse, turning the tight sleeves inside out as they clung to her arms, arching her back as she did so, forcing her breasts to become even more prominent.
Sarah did not stop for a moment, quickly folding her blouse and then unclipping her skirt, folding that and adding it to the pile. She almost began to pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders before remembering that it clipped in front. She really did have to admit it was a great little item. She would happily wear it all the time if only she could have a t-shirt and jumper over the top. She unclipped her bra and slid the straps down her arms, immediately feeling the loss of support for her breasts.
After placing the bra on the pile she slipped her fingers in the strap of her panties and slid them down her legs. Sarah was so used to folding her panties when she took them off but she always wore full briefs, she didn't own anything else. This g-string however simply rolled up as they went down her legs and once she stepped out of them they almost folded in on themselves. She hurriedly dropped them on the pile, once again feeling the full vulnerability of being naked, her sex able to be seen peeking through her thighs each time she bent over, as she now did to unbuckle and remove her heels and slide her socks off, placing them in her shoes.
The whole process had taken just over a minute. Sarah didn't think she had ever undressed as quickly as that. She almost jumped back up to attention, desperate not to anger this beautiful nurse again. She knew she was imposing on people, on their Sunday night and she so wished she had not stopped off for some sightseeing after her plane landed this morning.
"Finally, we can start. Every student has a full medical workup prior to being admitted to the general school. We don't want any nasty surprises with allergies or any pre-existing medical conditions now do we?"
"No Ma'am," replied the docile teen.
"That was a rhetorical question Porter. That means it is a question that does not require an answer, it is simply posed to make you think. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," replied the thoroughly humiliated young girl.
She knew what rhetorical meant, but what if she got it wrong and got in trouble for not answering. Even though she felt horrible that someone thought she was stupid it was better than having someone angry at her. She had always been a girl who did her best and tried her hardest and she hated letting people down.
"See you got that right, that was a question directly to you. Good girl."
Even though it was humiliating to be praised like a child stacking blocks, Sarah felt a tiny flush of pleasure inside at pleasing someone and finally having someone happy with her.
"First things first, lets get your file up."
The nurse picked up a small scanner, reached out and tugged gently at the tag dangling from Sarah's left ear. The beep caused Sarah to close her eyes in shame, reminded of the tag she now wore like a farm animal. Her chest and face flushed in embarrassment. One saving grace, thought Sarah, was that maybe the heat from the blush would help her still hard nipples to soften.
"Oh my, you already have eight infractions," exclaimed nurse Sharp. "Adding the one you earned in here and you are going to have a very busy form session in the morning. But let's get on shall we. First what we need to do is take your vitals and perform an extended physical. You will be moving around quite a lot so there is no need to be at attention during the examination, but don't take advantage by slouching like a tramp," explained the nurse as she placed a rough plastic cuff around Sarah's left bicep.
"Arm out straight."
An apprehensive Sarah straightened her arm as the band was tightened and pumped up. With relief she realised she was just having her blood pressure taken. The pressure was soon relieved and the band removed from her arm. Sarah knew she didn't have to be at attention but she wasn't sure what would be considered 'slouching'. She simply put her arms at her side but otherwise stayed standing straight. She made sure not to touch her hips with her hands as it only reminded her how vulnerable and exposed she was in her nudity.
It was so difficult for the young girl to keep her hands at her side. With every moment that passed it became harder and harder to fight the urge to cover her body, one hand across her sex and the other hiding her breasts. She was afraid to move but the feeling of vulnerability was starting to become an obsession.
She let her eyes dart to the trolley that the nurse was returning to. Other than the laptop, Sarah could not really tell what most of the stuff was, some of it being covered by dimpled white medical paper.
She watched the nurse pick up a small black baton like object with a triangular head. She knew what this was as her doctor had used it on her many times. It shone a little light that they used to look in your ears and mouth. The nurse continued her examination in silence, swiftly checking each ear. She returned to the trolley and came back with the standard wooden tongue depressor.
"Mouth open, say aaah," directed Nurse Sharp.
Now the examination had begun she was all business. Her manner was brisk and efficient and Sarah hoped that this would mean the examination would be quick and professional so she could get her uniform back on. Even though this was another woman and she was a medical professional, she still felt terribly uncomfortable being naked in front of her.
"Aaaaaurrrgh," Sarah gagged as the thin piece of wood was placed far back in her mouth and caused her to step back away from the invading object, almost retching in the process.
"Get back here now. What are you some kind of fucking baby. Fucking atrocious behaviour. Move again and I will secure that mouth open," boomed the irate nurse.
She glared at Sarah as she stepped forward again, straightened her back and reopened her mouth. The young girl was terrified now. She had not meant to react that way, it was just so unexpected. She had never had anything shoved so far back in her throat before. She was sure she would do better now that she was ready for it, but she fervently hoped it would not go in as far this time.
The nurse continued to glare at the trembling teen, her head tilted back slightly and her mouth wide open but still with a straight back and in a position almost at attention. The older woman noticed that even though she had relaxed her stance somewhat, with her hands at her sides now, balled into fists, she had still kept her legs shoulder width apart. Maybe she would do ok after all, the nurse thought to herself, though nine infractions accrued in a few hours was very high.
Sarah tensed as she watched wide-eyed as the nurse placed the depressor in her mouth again. She was dismayed to feel it go as far back as before and as it was pressed down against her tongue she tried her best to vocalise.
"Aaaaah," said Sarah as her throat tensed as the nurse shone the small light in her mouth and she fought back the urge to push the nurse away to get this foreign object out of her mouth. As the depressor was removed Sarah gagged slightly, making a choking sound.
"Aaah, what Porter," questioned nurse Sharp. She had decided she would have a little fun with this girl. After all she was giving up her Sunday evening for this.
"Aaaah, Ma'am?" replied Sarah questioningly.
Surely she hadn't been expected to say that. She held her breath as she waited for another tirade or infraction to be added to her list. But the nurse simply moved back to the trolley and clicked away at the laptop.
Sarah watched as her medical chart was filled. She couldn't help but admire the physique of the nurse. She looked like one of those pinup girls from the 50s, curves in all the right places and a bouncy bob of beautiful, thick blonde hair.
With two steps the nurse was back leaning over Sarah, very close. She reached in to her face and pulled open Sarah's right eyelid, causing her to stare, unable to close her eyes.
"Look straight ahead," demanded the nurse. Sarah did as she was told as the light was shone directly into her eye. "Look left, now right. Up. Down." The nurse spoke the commands with no emotion, as if she was talking to a dog. The process was repeated with her left eye and when the nurse walked away Sarah was left blinking furiously, her entire field of vision filled with burst of amorphous yellow and orange shapes.
Sarah hadn't realised the nurse was back until she felt her warm hands around her throat. The confused teen was startled by this unexpected touch, but it was gentle. Nurse Sharp was pushing softly on the sides of Sarah's neck, up under her ears and following her jaw line down. Gentle pressure but insistent. Sarah started to relax, the soft warm hands a comfort to her.
With almost no space in between the nurse placed a stethoscope to the bewildered teen’s chest. Sarah jumped slightly as the cold metal head was placed against her left breast. Almost instantly Sarah's nipples rehardened. She felt her breasts move slightly as her nipples tightened and perceptibly moved upwards. She dared a glance at the face of Nurse Sharp and saw an eyebrow raise in question. Oh god, the horrified teen thought to herself, now she thinks I am some kind of pervert or lesbian or something.
"Breathe in and out slowly until I tell you to stop, full deep breaths," directed the nurse.
Sarah breathed in as deeply and slowly as she could, then let the breath out the same way. She continued this as the nurse moved the head of the stethoscope from breast to breast, high on her chest and low, at one point the stethoscope head and the nurse’s hand lay nestled underneath Sarah’s breast. She then moved around behind her and moved the stethoscope around her back in the same manner.
Sarah then felt the hands of the nurse on her back. They were warm and smooth and she relaxed at the comforting touch. She felt a sharp tap on her back, then another. This was repeated a number of times before the nurse moved back in front of her.
Sarah was still breathing in and out slowly. She was not sure how long she could keep it up as she was getting a little lightheaded. She was then shocked to feel the hands of the nurse on her breasts. The tapping started again, first her left breast then her right. With each tap her breast jiggled and rippled with the force. Sarah tried to tell herself not to be bothered but she had never, ever had another person touch her bare breasts. She hadn't been to the doctor for an exam since they had started to develop. She felt it was wrong but it wasn't like it was sexual. It was medical. She tried to tell herself to stop being silly.
Finally the nurse moved back to the trolley, clicked away at the laptop and then placed a compact glass set of scales on the floor in front of her.
"You can stop the deep breathing now. Step up on the scale and stand still."
Sarah was grateful for being told to stop the deep breaths. She had started to feel quite dizzy. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch and breathing like that was almost too much. She stepped up on the scales, placed her feet together and stood stock still. It was a strange sensation to feel her thighs touching. She hadn't been really aware of it too much before but it only deepened the sense of exposure she had been feeling while standing with her legs so far apart.
"Step off. You could lose a kilo or two but the BMI will tell us more," stated the nurse.
Sarah was a little annoyed. She was slim, always had been. It wasn't that she exercised that much, or dieted. She just watched what she ate. She definitely didn't need to lose any weight.
Sarah's side, just above her hip, was pinched by a pair of plastic callipers, then again at her belly, just beside her bellybutton. Then she felt a tape measure being placed around her waist, above her hips, and then again around her hips across her pubis. She felt the nurses hands scrape across her downy pubic hair and groaned inwardly at the intimate touch. Her naked body was being poked and prodded like a slab of unfeeling meat and she just couldn't accept that this was alright, that it was normal.
"Over against the wall and face out. Heels, buttocks, back and head flush against the wall."
Sarah quickly stepped across the room, noticing thin blacks marks on the wall marking out a height chart that she hadn't noticed before. The nurse came over and took the measurement and went back to the trolley.
She watched as the nurse turned around with a small camera in her hand. She heard the telltale click as the camera took a number of pictures of her naked form. The poor teen was mortified. Now they had naked pictures of her. She had heard all the stories at school of other girls sending pictures to their boyfriends or even doing stripteases on their webcams but Sarah had never thought of ever doing anything like that. The most she had ever done was dance in front of her mirror, but always clothed. They shouldn't be allowed to take pictures of her naked body. She was just about to open her mouth to protest when the nurse cut her off.
"Right, back in the centre of the room and run on the spot until I tell you to stop."
Sarah moved back to the centre of the room, a little more slowly than before. She did not want to do this. Running naked was not ladylike, not like anything else she had done naked was, bending over and baring her vagina to the world each time she got dressed for instance. She didn't really feel like she had any alternative though. Everything had happened so fast, she had just been swept along on the wave of humiliation and didn't quite know how to get off. She took one deep breath and started to jog on the spot, barely lifting her feet off the floor.
"I said run, not flop around like some terminally ill retard."
Sarah cringed and ran harder. She lifted her feet higher off the ground and moved faster, truly running on the spot. She felt like an idiot but it didn't take her long before she had to focus on her breathing and keeping up the pace, more than how she felt and what she looked like. She may be slim but she was definitely not a fit girl. Her breathing began to be laboured and a thin sheen of sweat broke out all over her body. The bouncing motion of her breasts was keeping her nipples hard enough to cut glass. After only a couple of minutes her speed began to slow and her steps began to falter.
"You are terribly unfit young lady. You should be able to keep that pace up for a good ten minutes. You can stop running and we will see how your heart rate has changed," said the nurse as she advanced once again with the stethoscope. Sarah had stopped running and stood as still as she could to let the nurse get accurate readings. Her chest heaved up and down as she struggled for breath.
"Terribly unfit," the nurse tutted to herself as she listened to Sarah's increased heart rate.
"OK, get up on the table and hang your legs over the end," said the nurse as she entered the latest data into Sarah's medical evaluation.
Sarah trotted over to the strange table and popped up onto the cool leather, dangling her bent legs off the end. She took this opportunity to look at the table in more detail. It looked like a cross between a chair and a table really. She noticed that it had two strange metal protrusions at the end, she was sitting between them and the chair itself could obviously be moved to a full reclining position. It looked kind of like a dentists chair but not really.
Nurse Sharp came over and tapped each knee with a hard little triangular hammer, making each of Sarah's knees jump out from the table. Sarah, smiled to herself. She had often done the same thing with a ruler when she was bored at school. It was kind of fun how your body could do things on its own. Kind of like my nipples, she thought to herself, instantly removing the smile that had brightened her pretty face.
"Now before we move on it's time for a little Q and A. When are you due for your period?"
Sarah thought a little before she answered.
"Towards the end of the month Ma'am."
"Well that's a long period of time Porter, when exactly?"
"Um I am not sure Ma'am. Usually towards the end, maybe the last couple of days."
"Are you telling me you don't keep track of your periods?"
"Um, no Ma'am. I mean yes Ma'am. I do but I just don't..."
"Stop babbling," spat the incredulous nurse. "You obviously have little regard for your body, I find it hard to believe you cannot narrow down your period to more than the 'end of the month'. You may as well have said, sometime each month. Bloody hopeless. Well at least tell me what they are usually like."
Sarah was more confused than before. Did other girls know the exact time each month they would have their period? She was sure hers didn't come the exact same day each month anyway. And she wasn't sure what the question meant now, and she was deathly afraid of giving another stupid answer.
"Um, they are usually not too bad. Only a little painful and I get some cramps and ah my..." Sarah bit her lip as she tried to explain, "my um, my nipples get quite tender Ma'am."
Tears began to well in Sarah's eyes as she heard the nurse sigh, knowing she had once again said the wrong thing. How was it possible she was being so stupid?
"What are your periods like Porter? Heavy days, light days, how long do they last? That is the information I need to know, not the difference you notice when your boyfriend plays with your nipples."
Sarah was mortified. She almost blurted out that she didn't have a boyfriend but she caught herself in time. Instead she thought about the question before answering. She figured it was important if the nurse was asking as part of her medical exam and if she was not truthful it might go bad for her in the future.
"Um I usually have one light day and then a heavy day and than another light day. And usually nothing after that at all Ma'am," Sarah replied, quite confident she had been as accurate and truthful as she could remember.
"Sexual partners?"
Sarah just sat there. She told herself she wasn't even sure that was a question, though she knew deep down it was. She just didn't want to answer it. She should not be ashamed, hell she should actually be proud.
"I am a virgin Ma'am," Sarah said softly, though with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Bloody hell," exclaimed the nurse. She was sure that all teenagers from America were sexually active. The country may pretend to be overly prudish on the surface but all this did was hide the bubbling hotbed of sexual proclivity. Well, this is the first American virgin Trinity house has seen for many a year she thought to herself. Definitely in my tenure.
"Well we will see. Lie back on the chair and put your feet up in the stirrups."
The mention of the words stirrups jogged something in Sarah's brain. She had been so dense. She was sitting in a gynaecologists chair, the weird metal things were stirrups and her feet were supposed to go in them. Her feet were supposed to go in them and they would expose her terribly. Open her sex terribly.
Sarah took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair. As soon as she had done so she realised the stirrups needed to be swung around in front of the chair. She straightened up, swung each stirrup around in front of the chair and lay back. Sarah closed her eyes and talked herself into putting her feet in the stirrups. It's a medical exam, it's a medical exam. She's a nurse, she's a nurse, she repeated to herself.
Her mantra was interrupted as she felt her left foot yanked out and placed in the stirrup. Her eyes flashed open to see the nurse grab her right foot and pull it forcefully outwards and place it in the remaining stirrup. She watched as the nurse pulled her legs further down the stirrups and it was only then Sarah realised they weren't meant for her feet but the backs of her lower calf would rest on them, her feet dangling over the end. The helpless teen watched as the nurse drew a Velcro strap around each ankle, securing her legs firmly into the stirrups.
Sarah groaned in horror as the nurse stepped between her stretched legs and pushed them further apart. She kept pushing until Sarah heard a click from each side. Her legs were now obscenely spread and her knees were pushed back towards her chest creating a splayed M shape. Sarah could feel the air across her vagina and cringed at the sight she knew she must make. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to relax.
Suddenly Sarah jerked her left leg hard. Her foot almost jerked out of the stirrup but it was held firmly in place by the Velcro strap. Her eyes flicked open to see the nurse now moving to her right foot, a small metal wand in her hand. She felt the touch again on her right foot. The nurse gently swished the wand up her foot from heel to toe and Sarah's right leg jerked this time, once again barely moving, her foot tightly bound by the Velcro strap. Sarah kept her eyes fixed on the nurse now, she didn't want any more surprises.
She watched down her body, over the twin mounds of her flattened breasts and heaving stomach as the nurse wheeled a small stool between her legs, watched as Nurse Sharp put on white surgical gloves and watched as she leaned in towards her obscenely spread sex.
Sarah's eyes snapped shut as she felt the gloved fingers prod her the intimate area between her legs, she couldn't watch this. She felt the fingers run across the outside of her lips, rubbing her stubbly pubic hair, then gently push her labia apart. She felt her most private of lips being pulled apart, then she yelped a little when she felt her small inner labia also being manipulated. It was over in moments, the nurse didn't linger, she had a job to do, but the clinical way in which she had been violated left the young girl trembling in fear.
Sarah sighed with relief and wiped the burgeoning tears from her eyes. She opened them in time to see the nurse pick up a weird metal instrument, then proceed to pour a thick, clear syrupy liquid over the two long metal tongues.
Sarah closed her eyes and tensed. She knew what it was, she knew what was going to happen. She began to sob a little, her shoulders jerking and her breasts bouncing gently as she lay back on the leather gynaecological chair.
Her whole body tensed as she waited for the ultimate humiliation. Sarah jumped and jerked her feet in the stirrups when the cold metal touched her delicate labia. With one quick, deft motion nurse Sharp had the speculum inside the trembling teen's vagina. Once fully inserted the nurse opened the tongues, spreading the vagina, and locked them in place. She picked up a small plastic instrument similar to a chopstick but with a flared paddle on the end. With this she prodded the inner walls of Sarah's vagina as the teen squirmed in discomfort.
"Well there you have it," Nurse Sharp said with surprise. "Your hymen is intact and you have a healthy vagina as well. You would be surprised how many girls have problems down here."
Sarah felt odd lying back, totally exposed and having the nurse converse with her in this way. But there was also a little relief. She hadn't spoken for some time and Sarah had been a little afraid that she had thought her a liar when she had mentioned she was a virgin.
"How often do you masturbate?"
"Um," Sarah answered and clammed up. She knew she had to answer but her brain was having a hard time cooperating, preoccupied as it was with going over and over the humiliating position she was in: naked, legs spread, vagina spread open by some infernal piece of metal and then being asked to reveal her most private of acts.
"Now if you tell me you don't masturbate, I will know that you are lying. I want you out of here in ten minutes so hurry up."
"Only about once a week Ma'am," Sarah replied through her sobs.
"And how do you do this," inquired the nurse as she released the tongues of the speculum and removed it from the crying teen’s sex.
"With my fingers Ma'am."
"Never with anything else?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah replied with trepidation as she sniffled her runny nose.
She did not have to volunteer how often she had thought about using her hairbrush and had even inserted it just a little a few times but never actually used it to masturbate, so she didn't tell a lie technically.
Sarah heard the twin tearing sounds of the Velcro straps being undone and her whole body relaxed in relief, sure that this was a sign her ordeal was over.
"Back in the centre of the room," commanded the nurse as she removed the gloves and threw them on the trolley. "Just one more exam and we are finished."
Sarah had managed to get her crying under control before it turned into a full bout of body wracking sobs. The relief that this ordeal was nearly over was enough to calm her down. Medical exam or not this had been the most humiliating experience of her life. How did women go through this all the time, and with male doctors as well? She knew she was just being silly, it was just that the day had been so overwhelming.
"At attention now Porter. We are almost finished and we are now back to normal rules," directed the nurse as she stepped in close behind the defeated teen.
Sarah gritted her teeth as felt the nurses warm hands encircle her left breast. Sarah grunted as Nurse Sharp began to squeeze her breast, from the outside moving inwards and compressing the breast meat until her hands met over her nipples which she squeezed hard between thumb and fingers. She repeated the process again on her left breast and moved around behind the teen to replicate it on the right.
Sarah's mind was whirling. She had put up with a lot but what the hell was this for. She had heard of breast exams and she had done one on herself once though she knew it was not necessary but she was sure this hard squeezing, almost milking motion, was not the way in which they were done. It also hurt and this made her reel a little. Everything else had been degrading but nothing had actually hurt. It was a strange sensation that Sarah found hard to digest.
"No discharge, good," said the nurse to herself as she went back to the trolley and entered the final piece of information into Sarah Porter's medical history.
Discharge? Sarah had no idea what she was talking about. She would have loved to have asked, as far as she knew the only time anything came from the breast was when you were pregnant and then that was normal. Was that a pregnancy test? If so it would have to be one of the most inaccurate in history, Sarah thought to herself. The young girl just stood there at attention staring at the far wall hoping and hoping that her time in this room was at an end.
"Samples and we are done. Open wide." Sarah snapped her mouth wide as Nurse Sharp opened a plastic test tube. The lid had a long cotton-tipped swab attached on its underside. This she used to swab the inside of Sarah's cheeks. She then handed Sarah a small plastic cup with a screw top.
"Fill that to the line and not over and we are done. I can get on with my night, or what is left of it, and you can take up someone else's time."
Sarah took the offered plastic container. She just looked at it, then looked at both doors.
"What are you waiting for? Are you deliberately trying to annoy me Porter?"
"No Ma'am. Um Ma'am please, where is the toilet?" asked the desperate girl.
"Toilet, what are you on about. Fill the cup where you stand. I am not asking you to piss a gallon, just fill the cup. Is that too much to ask?"
"No Ma'am," Sarah replied timidly.
Sarah unscrewed the cap from the small container. She slowly lowered the plastic cup between her legs and moved it tight up against her sex, she needed to move her legs a little wider to do this comfortably. She knew she must look lewd and ridiculous but she had to make sure she didn't spill any on the floor, or God on her hands, it wasn't like she had any control over it after all. She couldn't believe she had been asked to pee right out in the middle of the room, and with another person in the room. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it!
Sarah stood in the centre of the sterile white room, holding the cup up between her legs and waited. She had not been to the toilet since lunch, and it had been quite a long taxi ride here but still she couldn't go. She knew she needed to go, she had actually thought of asking Miss Harper on the way if they could stop but she hadn't dared. And now it seemed she had some stage fright. She knew it was just that she was nervous, standing naked in the middle of a room and expected to urinate into a cup.
Sarah desperately wanted to pee. The longer it took the more nervous and agitated she became. Her legs began to tremble a little, the strain from standing with them spread was starting to show. She heard the nurse walk towards her, stopping just behind her back. Sarah could not see her but she could feel her presence. The poor girl began to panic, tensing her muscles trying desperately to pee. She cringed, waiting for the tirade about wasting time that she knew was coming.
"Relax Porter. You will never give me what I want like that. You have 4 minutes to fill that cup and honestly it doesn't take much to fill. So relax and pee like a good girl. But believe me, take more than the allotted time and I will have to obtain the sample through other means," warned the nurse, now speaking directly into Sarah’s left ear, close enough that the movement of warm air had sent shivers down her left side, causing goosebumps to appear along her body.
Instantly Sarah began to pee, she was not sure what had removed that mental block but she thought it most likely it was the involuntary shivers that the nurse had caused with her deliciously warm breath.
The embarrassed teen heard the loud splattering noise as her urine hit the hard plastic bottom of the cup. She felt the splashback as her pee hit the surface with great force. Sarah quickly bent at the waist, hurrying to make sure that she stopped before overfilling the cup. She almost started crying again as she watched the clear cup fill with her dark yellow urine. She watched carefully as her pee neared the line to which she had been told to fill. She clenched her muscles and stopped peeing, just short of the line and removed the cup from her vagina, screwed the top on quickly and handed it out to the nurse, who was still standing close behind her.
"See not so hard, girls like you just need the right motivation. The rule holds true for pretty much everything. Don't you think Porter, it's just a matter of motivation and anything is possible?"
Sarah wasn't entirely sure she was supposed to answer but the flustered teen had already decided that it seemed better to err on the side of caution.
"Yes Ma'am."
Nurse Sharp swapped the cup of Sarah's urine for a tissue, "Wipe yourself and place it in the bin then hurry up and get dressed."
Sarah took the tissue and wiped the few droplets of pee that still clung to the lips of her sex. She hurried around the nurse and popped the tissue in the small bin on the trolley and all but ran over to the corner and started to dress. Now she really did need to pee. She had only let out a tiny amount and starting and then stopping had now made her really feel the need to empty her bladder. She didn't know when she would get a chance but vowed to ask Miss Harper as soon as they were out of the room.
Sarah knew it had not really been that long but it felt like hours since she had been clothed. She could not wait to feel that warm protective feeling she knew her uniform would give her. It was a matter of moments for her socks to be rolled up her legs and her shoes to be on and buckled - now there was something she hadn't missed. The heels were as strange a feeling as ever, the added height and the tense feeling in her calves as they were stretched a little to accommodate the new position would still take quite some getting used to.
She heard the nurse leave the room, wheeling the trolley but she neither turned around nor stopped dressing. She hadn't thought about being obedient or that curiosity was not becoming as she had been told, she was just desperate to be clothed and out on her way.
She hurriedly slipped her panties up her legs, taking time to adjust the straps and making sure the actual material of the panties was covering her sex properly. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to the feeling of these panties, the seamless design and decided lack of material made it feel like she was not wearing anything at all which caused the odd jarring sensation when every now and then a movement would cause the material to shift and she would be reminded that she was indeed wearing them.
One thing she definitely could get used to, she thought, was the new bra. She still intensely disliked how exposed her breasts felt, and she was dreading walking with the blouse on knowing her nipples would get hard again, but the comfort was unbelievable. Once she had adjusted her breasts slightly, just pushing the sides a little with her fingers, they felt like they were cushioned on marshmallows.
As she was clipping her skirt, making sure it sat on her hipbones and not around her waist as she had done the first time, she heard someone come into the room behind her. Sarah hurriedly put her blouse on and buttoned it up and took only seconds to clip on her tie, she was already becoming adept at this action. She scooted back into the centre of the room and stood at attention, spotting both Miss Harper and the nurse looking at her.
"Thanks so much for letting me use your room Miss Sharp. It's fantastic."
"That's ok Clarice. A prefect, a maths champ and a very polite young lady. You can come over anytime you would like to have a chat."
"Oh thanks Miss Sharp," beamed the ecstatic girl.
"Call me Michelle, but just when we are alone, don't want the other girls getting jealous now do we," smiled the voluptuous nurse.
"Haha, sure Michelle. If I may ask, where did you get that brilliant throw."
"Oh that old thing," nurse Sharp answered coyly. "That's from Harrods."
"I knew it," exclaimed Harper. "It is so beautiful."
Sarah could not believe what was going on. She had been pushed and prodded and rushed about like the world was going to end and now here they were just talking away as if they had all the time in the world. And she felt a special hurt when the nurse had talked about being alone. They were treating her as if she wasn't even in the room.
"How did she do Michelle. Please don't tell me I have a problem girl on my hands?"
"No Clarice, she has a clean bill of health. And she's a virgin."
Sarah could have died on the spot. She thought this kind of thing was supposed to be confidential and here it was blabbed to the first possible person. She wasn't ashamed of being a virgin but she knew what girls were like and she hoped and prayed that it wouldn't get used against her.
"O.M.G. Michelle."
"Clarice don't talk like that. Those abbreviations are things I expect to hear from common girls, not from a student of Harkwood."
"Sorry Michelle. It's just wow, that’s not something I expected from a Trinnie."
"Well Clarice every now and then we can be surprised by anything. I have a suspicion that she has not even kissed a boy."
"Wow is that true Porter?"
"Oh Clarice we don't have time for this chit chat really. You pop along and remember, you are welcome anytime."
"Sure Michelle and thanks again. Come on Porter we need to hurry now, I don't want to be at this all night."
Oh now we need to hurry, thought Sarah. Now you have finished your small talk, when it suits you. Sarah got a little angry but immediately regretted it. She needed to remember that thinking like that caused slipups, and she was likely to let it through next time she spoke which would be disastrous.
Sarah turned to follow her handler out the door but was halted in her tracks as the nurse spoke to her.
"Porter, what is the time?"
"Um, I don't know Ma'am," Sarah replied dejectedly. She had forgotten to look at the clock before she left, after she had been specifically advised to.
"Look now Porter and don't forget it. I am too tired to open your file again so get moving."
Sarah glanced at the clock before popping a quick curtsy and scurrying out of the room. It had read 6:48. The examination had taken only 42 minutes. Sarah could have sworn she had been in there for way more than an hour.
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