Tarnheim Academy Part 2

Tarnheim Academy, Part 2
Standing naked in Miss Krieger’s office, my mind whirled with emotions hitherto unknown to me. I felt at once both fearful and aroused. My bottom still glowed bright scarlet from the merciless whipping Headmistress had given me, and I still shuddered from the lascivious teasing of her talented tongue. I felt transformed, but into what?

I waited hesitantly as Miss Krieger methodically drew on her tight leather outfit, not daring to move until instructed. At last she pulled on her black leather gloves and then turned to me, her smile gone and her face once more a mask of stern discipline. Dear God, she was beautiful!

“You will now go to your room and get properly settled in. Pick up your clothes,” Miss Krieger ordered.

“Shan’t I get dressed, Headmistress?”

“No, Miss Gringsworth, you shall not. When on school grounds, you will wear your uniform or nothing at all. Pick up your clothes, and head to your room. It is in the east wing, room 214. You will find a uniform there, and you will garb yourself in a manner befitting a student of the Tarnheim Academy.”

“Yes, Headmistress,” I meekly replied.

Heart pounding, I stooped to pick up my clothes. Miss Krieger opened the door, and I gingerly stepped out into the hall. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I felt the eyes of the other girls upon me. They snickered and leered at my naked form and I shrank, holding my clothes to my chest with one hand and trying to shield my sex with the other. I felt the sting of a riding crop on my bare behind.

“Do not slouch, Miss Gringsworth!” Headmistress snapped. “A student of the Tarnheim Academy must comport herself with grace, regardless of circumstance. Stand up straight and keep your elbows at your side as you hold your burden. Walk to your room with a measured stride. Keep your head up and your eyes forward.”

“Y-yes, Headmistress,” I nodded. Still trembling, I did as she commanded, holding myself erect as I walked the halls of the academy. I burned with shame, exposed to the world in such a wanton fashion, and I felt each giggle and laugh as lash to my pride. It seemed an eternity before I found myself on the second floor of the east wing and walked to my room.

I opened the door to find another girl within the room. I was surprised; I’d assumed that I’d have a private room, but there were two beds. The girl saw me in my nakedness and smiled warmly.

“I see you’ve been initiated,” she observed. “Did Headmistress give you the full treatment?”

I colored with sudden embarrassment, but nodded. “Yes, she did.”

“Then welcome to Tarnheim,” she proclaimed as she extended her hand. “I’m Samantha.”

I hesitated, but received her handshake. “I’m Heather. Have you been here very long?”

Samantha shook her head. “Only about a month, but it seems like it’s been forever. Oh, you can drop those over there,” she offered, pointing to the empty bed. “That one’s yours, and that’s your wardrobe.”

I put my clothes down on the bed, and opened the tall wardrobe. I found six identical uniforms hanging side by side, separated in a precise fashion from each other. The drawers turned up stockings and undergarments, which, I saw, were exactly my size. I hurriedly drew on panties and brassiere, grateful to cover my nudity. The undergarments were lacy and white, and frankly rather provocative as they revealed a fair portion of my cleavage and the swell of my bottom. I put on the pristine white button down blouse and plaid skirt, noting the extreme shortness of the latter. I drew up the stockings on my legs, which rose to just above my knees, then slipped my feet into the shoes. They were quite tall, with heels that were fully five inches high.

Samantha rose to help me knot the school tie. I looked at the blazer; on it was emblazoned the crest of the Tarnheim Academy, and I puzzled at the inscription. “Dominum vel Obsequium. That’s Latin, isn’t it? What does it mean?” I asked her.

Samantha smiled. “It’s the school motto: ‘Dominance or Submission.’”

“Very appropriate,” I swallowed nervously. Samantha laughed.

“Well, you’ll get used to it. Anyway you won’t need the blazer except for formal occasions.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. The skimpy schoolgirl uniform and high-heeled shoes showed off my legs, to the extent that one could see my bottom peeping out beneath the edge of the plaid skirt. It was extremely sexy, I had to admit, and I felt a strange thrill run through me thinking about it.

“Samantha, there are some questions that…” I began, but then the door flew open. Three older girls stood in the doorway, their eyes locked onto mine. They grinned in a predatory fashion.

“We’d heard there was some new meat on the scene,” one leered. “I see the rumors were true.”

Samantha rose up, nervous. “Look, we don’t want any trouble.”

The girl who’d spoken never took her eyes off mine. “And if you do what you’re told there won’t be.”

I sized her up. She stood a handspan shorter than I, though she looked extremely athletic and trim. Her raven black hair was cut in a stylish rake. Her icy green eyes bored into mine. Flanking her were identical twins – tall, leggy blondes with brilliant blue eyes and spectacular curves. The three wore their shirts unbuttoned and tied below their breasts, revealing taut abdominals with belly rings and truly magnificent cleavage. Any of the three could have modeled for men’s magazines.

“Who are you?” I asked.

The brunette’s smile widened. “We’re the welcoming committee. We’re here to show you the ropes.”

“Literally,” the twins added with a laugh.

With that, the brunette brought her hand up from behind her back, holding coils of silken rope.