Our Lady Penitence Correctional College (Private RP for RussianBunny)

[KathyKane]

Sister Ruth awoke early and donned her habit. The material was soft, and the habit voluminous, silky enough that it clung to her impressive frame accentuating every curve and detail of her athletic form where it didn't fall like a sheet to the ground.

Few would be up at this time of day, and none would challenge one of The Sisters on her way to the Wooden Chapel. She moved quietly on bare feel out of her apartment, down the cloister steps and across the courtyard to the Chapel. There was the faintest hint of silver in the sky, but for the most part it was dark, and chill morning air felt good on her bare feet and teased her naked flesh beneath the habit.

There were two other sisters lighting the candles in the Chapel, but they didn't even regard Sister Ruth as she stepped into the hidden alcove and rode the primitive elevator down to the Wooden Chapel. She hadn't even stepped out of the alcove before she heard the muffled sounds of punishment and sighs of pleasure. She smiled. It was time for a change of the guard.

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Following a influx of conservatism and improved work ethic in the United States Correctional Colleges became a tool for law enforcement to keep unruly High school and College Students in line, out of the Delinquent facilities that only groomed them for a life of crime and a measure to ensure troublemakers where corrected under the law but learned some actual discipline.

Few New England Correctional Colleges were as effective or as infamous as Our Lady Penitence. Set out in hill country with a beautiful view, the modern, secure structure encircled a older, romantic Catholic chapel.

Except for a barbed wire fence around the running track, nothing about the complex seemed imposing, there was an inviting, enlightened air. As it was the beginning of fall, the new student body was being bused in from around the tri-county area, a new school year was about to begin.

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Darcy Connors, a former honors student at the nearby junior college, was nearly in tears as the bus (a city bus, which had driven an hour from her home to the Correctional College) finally arrived at its destination. It was early in the morning - perhaps 8am or so - and she had packed and showered the night before, to avoid being late.

The rules from her academic probation officer had been clear. Cheating on the exit exam to transfer to a four-year university - and then using a hacking program to forge a better extracurricular resume - had been illegal. To avoid being charged, she had mercifully allowed to join the Our Lady Penitence Correction College for the remainder of her college career. Either that, or probation for three years, and attending the college would not appear on any sort of record.

The choice, of course, had been obvious. But that hadn't made the arrival of the student handbook, the uniform, and various other informational packets less anxiety-inducing. The school used heavy doses of corporal punishments, though nothing that bore blood or bruises - or counted as medieval torture. According to many former pupils, it did them a world of good, so Darcy had high hopes.

Then, a few days before arriving, she received a letter. It explained that, once she got onto campus, she would be greeted by her "assigned disciplinarian", who would "induct" her into the College. If she refused to meet with them, she would immediately be expelled. Well then.

Donning the uniform, which did many great things for her rather ample rear end (but nothing for the small amount of chest that Darcy was insecure about), she hopped off the bus with her two allotted suitcases and hoped for the best.

[KathyKane]

It was a mild Autumn morning, Sunny yet cool, but with the hint of gathering clouds that informed you it would showering before lunch. Esther was passing some files to the secretary in the foyer, just some last-minute permission slips. She smiled cooly at the sound of a paddle eliciting a cry of pain from a hidden student. Punishment was private unless otherwise stated, that didn't mean one couldn't hear it administered.

Esther was dressed like most of the other "sisters" in the building in a tight fitting Nurse's outfit that looked like it belonged in the 50s, but with a single slit on her right side cut high on her thigh that would never have been allowed back then, the outfit also hinted at a bit of fetishism and authority as it was paired with almost knee high boots with low heels, and sported matching black gloves. If one asked if she was a professional nurse or Dominatrix, she could answer honestly to both.

Her Dark Red hair was cut short in a bob, and she was quite tall, nearly taller than the 5 foot 9 head of security. "Hi Ally!" She called agreeably to the foyer coordinator. "I've got your permission slips." Ally was dressed the same as Esther, but didn't own the outfit the way the older woman did, Ally was new after all.

Glancing down, Esther noticed the first of the eight slips had been pre printed for a "Conners, Darcy" the accompanying black and white photo showed a attractive young woman in the Correctional College's uniform . "Hey, Ally, if its alright, I think I'll go wait for this morning's first victim at the gate, their bus is a little late, I might as well help make a proper first impression." The tone she spoke with was playful, but a little cold, and Ally agreed with a nervous chuckle...

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The Correctional College of Our Lady Penitence lay just three miles from the nearst bus stop but it was uphill drive. It was a large, clean white building of three stories. It had a modern look with a multitude of well tinted glass panes and a oversized sweeping roof that came down like a canopy over the whole building. Tucked away behind a handsome apple orchard and flanked on both sides by nondescript fieleds and rolling hills, it looked like a small hospital or very large clinic from the outside, it was only the description embossed upon the attractive fountain set in the middle of the double-lanes turnabout out front that gave some hint to the facility's true purpose.

The fountain was a clean slate gray, and had the likeness of a old fashioned nurse at its center, she carried the sword of scales of justice demurely in her hands and was blindfolded. The Quote embossed on its surface was: "We all hold the Keys to our own jail cells"-Paul Levine

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As the newest member of the college disembarked from the bus, Esther moved quickly out from under the shadow of the canopy to fix her with a sweet, but mildly intimidating smile.
pulling out the permissions slip and pinning it to a translucent red clipboard. "Morning Miss Conners, my name is Esther, and I regret to inform you that you are already late for your processing appointment. The Bus isn't always dependable I'm afraid, now to save time, I'll just postpone the punishment for that delay, and have Sister Ruth administer it during your first break time unless you object?" Esther smiled coldly at the woman and looked her up and down. She was actually quite pretty, her chestnut colored hair was quite attractive and fell almost to her shoulders in waves Esther felt slightly jealous of, she had a cute looking body too, not quite model tight, but naturally beautiful, with sharp green eyes and just the right smattering of freckles.

She handed the clipboard to Darcy and waited to for her to sign it. Even though the girl was technically now under Our Lady's College jurisdiction, they couldn't proceed until she'd read and signed the form. It contained a multitude of lines to be filled in, and then nearly three pages of legal terms for the student to agree to and eventually consign herself to with a signature line on the forth page. To help speed the process along, Esther began to summarize the form in quick, clipped sentences, eyeing the girl quite closely and sizing her up as she did so. Esther could be quite intimidating, and at the moment was very much enjoying her job.

"You can just put your name on the first form, I'm sure we have all your data since we have copies of your social and driver's ID already. Read the other pages closely however, it does its best to list every conceivable physical act that might occur or be inflicted upon you here, and I wouldn't want you signing up for something you weren't comfortable with." She allowed herself a positively bitchy chuckle as she finished her introduction, and thought she could see the newcomer pale visibly though it might just have been her naughty imagination.

"Once you sign, I'll take you back to the Disciplinarian's hall and hand you over to sister Ruth. Once we have you back there you will undergo a strenuous physical during which blood will be drawn, temperature taken, every orifice checked for contraband, drug and alcohol levels checked, allergic reaction checked, and then she'll see you understand the rules of correction." Esther continued her summary of the form without missing a beat, watching her prey through half closed eye lids as she spoke matter-of-factually as possible, she liked to see them squirm realizing just what their foolishness had landed them into, it was during these little introductions she usually saw a freshmen's first tears.

"After that, we'll check you into your room, go over all the rules, and begin what we call: Practical Application. Now your permission slip doesn't tell you exactly what you've been assigned, it just lists a little of everything, you'll found the exact punishment regiment once you've had your physical. Just know it includes and is not limited to:" here Esther, stretched her tightly gloved hand out, and began counting off her fingers, skipping from one hand to the next as the procedures came to her. "Corporal Punishment, which includes whipping, spanking, caning, birching, paddling, cropping, tawsing and beatings of just about every kind. Humiliation, which runs the gamut from naked exposure to nude exercises and activities, and various other medical practices." She grinned as her list came to a close. "Just want you to know what your in for, the most important point of the punishment severity is your saving time. A little strenuous education here versus a lifetime of regret or criminal charges on the outside...Is all that clear?"

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Prior to getting onto the bus, Darcy had read up as much as possible on the college. She knew the use of corporal punishment would be imminent. She knew that the nuns had more of a bound service to the college - rather than the lord - and all of them were well-educated. Doctors, former lawyers, things of the like. Some of them had even gone to the Correctional College themselves, for various reasons (which had not been stated online). Regardless, she had diligently checked the website to avoid accidentally bringing any contraband items - and she was glad that she would be allowed her cellphone and laptop, since she would still want to keep in touch with her family (and avoid doing classwork by hand).

Darcy had actually taken notice that she was the only one getting off of the bus; funny, she thought there would at least be one other student arriving at the same time. But then she noticed one of the nuns coming forward. "Hello, Sister Esther," Darcy said politely, even though she found the gloves a little unsettling. She hadn't been around too many nuns before; perhaps that was just a preference?

"Ummm..." Darcy found herself in a small pickle. The College had banned first-year students from having transportation, so the bus being late hadn't been her fault. Still, surely Sister Ruth would be understanding if she brought that up later. "I, I don't object..." For now... she thought to herself, gingerly taking the clipboard, almost as if it would snap at her and gnaw off her fingers.

Luckily for Darcy, she was a fast reader (which had certainly helped with being a previous honor student), and she had her required identification, but that still didn't stop her from paling - and blushing heavily - as certain words and phrases popped out at her from reading the form. Terms such as anal plug, wheelbarrow punishment, rectal thermometer... Wait, why was orgy on this page? Surely that was a typo... Someone in the administration office probably just had a dirty mind....

Squirming a little from embarrassment, Darcy carefully signed the form - knowing very well that refusal meant either losing all of her accumulated college credit, or a few months of probation - and handed the red clipboard back to the Sister. "Yes, Sister Esther, I understand."

[KathyKane]

Esther smiled evenly back at the college student as she took back the clip board. "Excellent. Well, come back with me then, best not to keep Sister Ruth waiting." Darcy was led brusquely past the fountain and through the double-doored entrance.

"Follow me Miss Conners, I'll give you a proper tour after your meeting with Sister Ruth assuming she wouldn't rather handle that herself..." she added the addendum suggestively as she turned on her elevated heel and began marching away her boots making authoritative clacks on the tiles as she moved toward a nearby hallway, white and pristine, decorated with vaguely Christian symbols, the college logos, and framed pictures of well respected employees. Esther approved of Miss Conners falling in step just behind her and looked over shoulder a couple of times to appraise the girl. She was a little flustered but still curious.

The first hall she led them through emptied into a octagonal chamber with a high domed ceiling, a bank of elevators on the right, a security terminal equipped with oversized metal detectors on the left, in the center on a raised dais, anyone who looked could see the source of the cries heard throughout the foyer earlier. A pretty petite blonde was atop the dais, bent over at the waist and held in a compromising position by a leg spreader bar. The bar kept her wrists fastened by her ankles and her legs spread wide. She was wearing only a slight orange tanktop with matching running shorts marked with the black letters DROP LIST. The shorts had been lowered for her punishment, and another nurse dressed like Esther was standing behind the girl, and letting loose with a large wooden paddle smoothed with a dark lacquer.

Even as Esther and Darcy entered the room, the nurse swung the paddle hard, and the resulting *CRACK!*resounded in the domed room along with the blonde girl's cries. Behind them, another Nurse was applying tight fitting medical gloves and cleaning a nozzle that attached to an IV drip of sterilized water.

Ignoring the embarrassing punishment, Esther stepped over to the metal detector, and indicated that Darcy should empty her pockets in a nearby tray before following her through. Seeing the girl somewhat distracted by the punishment she offered an explanation.

"We are a very efficient educational institute Miss Connors, but we are strict and managing a below average GPA here will get you expelled quite quickly, the sisters have no patience for slothy layabouts. Luckily, as miss Yates recently discovered you can redeem yourself if you ever find yourself on the drop list it just takes a little extra..." she timed her pause to coincide with next echoing SLAP of the paddle on the blonde student's upturned rump. "...correction."

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Despite how nerve-wracking the paperwork was, and how somber the actual means that Darcy had gotten onto campus, the actual Correctional College had a rather nice architectural layout. A fountain; an apple orchard; the large, multi-story building; a nearby church, and a clean, cut lawn. The old junior college Darcy had gone to hadn't been nearly so clean and organized, but there had been more than one building (if the converted mobile home into a large classroom could be said for anything). The interior was also clean, and clearly taking pride in its own theology, even though Darcy was fairly certain one of those symbols on the wall was the Greek symbol for fertility and not a Christian symbol...

However, when they passed the first hallway and into the large chamber, Darcy suddenly felt herself blushing exceptionally hard. That poor girl! She looked utterly mortified to be in that position - and far too small to be lying over such a thing - and if the red tint of her backside said anything, then she had clearly been in that position for quite some time. If the IV drip held any implication, she was still in for quite a journey. Poor dear...

So why was Darcy suddenly feeling quite envious of the redness of her cheeks? Not the position and the lack of privacy, hell no. But that was such a lovely color on her bottom...

No. Nope. Not thinking about that now, Darcy scolded herself mildly, forcing herself over to where Sister Esther prompted and emptied the pockets of her skirt. Her wallet; her change purse (which now held the accumulation of two years of change - about $14); and her key ring (which now only held her house key, a key-chain sized pepper spray, and a little Batgirl logo key chain). All of her other possessions were either in her purse (which was hidden away in one of her bags) and the two duffles she'd been allowed.

Darcy couldn't help but flinch at the loud clap of the paddle, and she prompted, "I-I promise to keep my grades as best as I can make them... Should, should I put my bags through the metal detector too?" At the Sister's prompting, Darcy ran them through as well - nothing went off, which was nice - and she collected her things before the two women exited the large metal detector room.

[KathyKane]

Moving deeper into the complex a pleasant and very clean checker pattern appeared on the tiles, and small alcoves set in the walls held either statues of female saints and angels (though oddly several of the angels had horns and hooves) or pedestals that looked like they would accommodate a statue, but instead just held not-so-innocent looking bars not dissimilar to what the blonde woman in the foyer had been strapped to.

On the other side of the check in area began what looked like an ordinary campus, several girls were milling about or chatting in groups, or playing with their smart phones. Except for their private school-looking uniforms, colored green and grey like Darcy's own uniform, denoting a uniformity not found at most modern colleges, they could have been a completely normal group of prestigious University students. Most of them looked up with interest at the prospect of a newcomer.

Most of Darcy's new classmates grinned or waved as she past, a couple pointing and whispering or talking in low tones to each other, the term "fresh meat" could be heard bandied about, but with a pointed glare from Esther, most spoken dialogue ceased, though Darcy would be conscious of eyes following her down the halls. "It looks like you'll be quite popular here, if any of your classmates cause you any trouble or distract you from your studies inform me or Sister Ruth immediately, some of the girls get it into their heads to test or haze new students even though they know better..." here Esther sounded more helpful then threatening or judgemental, it was obvious she held current students to a high standard.

The pair continued moving quickly down the middle of the college campus Esther stopping every so often to point out where the larger walkways led, either to bathrooms, labs, or classes. The building spanned three floors and had a pleasant airy feeling like a cathedral or greenhouse, a feeling accomplished by the many large windows that fed in sunlight all over.

Upon pointing out the spiral staircase that led to the dorms, another sister appeared, she was slightly older with long straight hair so blonde it was almost white she offered to take Darcy's bags. Esther smiled. "This is Sister Lilith, she's the dorm mother, mind her orders while your here, she'll take your bags for now, we are in a hurry to get to Sister Ruth I'm afraid or we'd stay and chat." Lilith's smile was small but sweet. Unlike Esther she was wearing a proper nun's habit, albeit the black was not proper black but a very dark olive green. "You'd best hurry then, we wouldn't want Sister Ruth losing her patience would we?" And without allowing any brook of argument she handily retrieved Darcy's bags.

Esther indicated a rounded hallway that slopped downward rather than be reachable by stairs. "Almost there now Miss Connors, I know the walking is a pain, but it helps keep everyone in shape."

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As Darcy moved through the halls with Sister Esther, she was pleasantly surprised still by how lovely the college was. Perhaps she'd just gone to a horrible junior college, but she had never expected a correctional college of all places to look so well-kept. It also seemed to be quite larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside, which was refreshing.

Even the students seemed friendly! Girls of different sizes, ethnicity, heights... Darcy made sure to wave back when they greeted her. She ignored their comments - surely it happened to all new girls at the college, regardless of what year they were in (since the website said they capped out at 150 girls) - but she kept Sister Esther's words well. She was not going to wind up like poor Miss Yates... although she certainly hoped that none of the girls would attempt to pit each other against one another. Then nobody got anywhere.

However, when they entered the dorms, Darcy was actually quite excited to meet her dorm mother. She'd read wonderful things online about past dorm mothers (as long as the girls behaved themselves and didn't break college conduct), and she gave over her bags without complaint. She wasn't quite sure what would happen if she did complain about not putting her own bags away. She made sure to offer her thanks politely, before scuttling along behind Sister Esther as they got closer towards their destination.

"Oh, I don't mind stairs," Darcy chirped with a small smile. "I loved those little step-masters at the gym back home. This will just be like that." Which was true - and so many stairs also did wonders to her rear end (as anybody who looked could guess...).

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Esther nodded at Darcy's comment the girl was taking everything in stride, much easier than many of their recruits did on the first day, and Esther was beginning to think the newcomer would fit in nicely. She paused to look her up and down again and couldn't help imaging the girl with less clothes on, she had quite the body. Shaking her head to clear it, Esther stepped up to a large oaken double door at the end of the sloping hall and carefully pulled one door open to peer inside.

Seeing what she expected she closed the door and turned about to explain to Darcy. "Ahen, we are entering the disciplinarian halls now and just as a warning, I want you to be sure to address any of the sisters we run into as Ma'am or Sister, they are very well learned women and they help run a tight ship in this college, so they'll brook no disrespect, even other girls at my station are subject to their whims."

Esther said all this matter of factually, gauging Darcy's reaction. Furthermore, this is the hall you are sent to receive regular correction and/or corporal punishment, so you I'd like to prepare you, there are at least four students undergoing judicial correction now. They've recently broken some serious rules and would have been expelled. No drop list for them, but they all agreed to Judicial Correction, and Sister Ruth interceded for them. Just an assurance, what's happening to them, they already agreed to. Now, let's quicken the pace shall we?"

Her speech done, Esther pulled open the heavy oak door and motioned for Darcy to proceed her. "Fifth office on the right" she offered. Upon entering the door swung shut behind the pair, and any questions Darcy might have had about how the disciplinarian's hall were kept so immaculate were immediately answered.

Two other staff members dressed the same as Esther and wearing similar half strict smiles were overseeing four naked women Darcy had to assume were students. There were two blondes, a redhead, and a dark haired beauty with a tanned complexion. They were on their hands and knees scrubbing the floor diligently with well soaped scrub brushes.

The four cleaners wore a strange kind of knee-guard with brush bristles sticking out of it attached to their knees and elbows as if they'd been roller skating. They were each gagged either by a kind of gag that held a thick soap bar tight in their mouths or in the case of the taller tanned woman, a enormous bar of soap that she had to hold tight to by her teeth. They were starkly naked apart from the knee-guard brushes, their breasts swaying freely and covered in sweat and soap bubbles, and the Disciplinarians kept at them with old fasioned riding crops and whippy plastic canes, they were forced to crawl up and down the hall, brushing the tiles with all their might, any perceived laziness, rebelliousness, or just general slowness was quickly corrected by strikes from the cane or crop, all four girls naked asses were thrust in the air by the way the knee guards made them crawl, and each pair of buttocks noticeably striped with dozens of marks from the spanking implements.

"Unusual crimes call for unusual forms of punishment" explained one of the punishers to Darcy when she noticed her staring. She spoke as nonchalant as if they'd just seen a cat walk by, Esther tapped Dacry on the shoulder to keep her moving.

Arriving at the Fifth office door, Esther reached past Darcy and pulled it open quickly again motioning for her to enter. Inside was a simple oval table with a pair high-backed chairs in one of which sat a tall woman whose hair one couldn't see because it was hidden by her nun's habit. A proper habit it seemed, but made of all white material that fell about her form like robes. She fixed Darcy with a pair of Icy blue eyes. "Come in and sit down Miss Connors, I'm sister Ruth. Please allow me to welcome you to Our Lady Penitence..."

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Darcy - of course - had no idea of the illicit thoughts of Sister Esther, nor would she suspect it, given how clean and well-organized the campus appeared. She even found nothing unusual with the idea of a disciplinary wing. It made sense: similar to how some children feared their parents' study, or school girls their principal's office.

"Yes, ma'am," Darcy murmured carefully when Sister Esther warned her about being respectful. Luckily for her - unlike many other students who had, no doubt, arrived to the correctional college - her parents had instilled a great sense of respect towards elders into her, so Darcy had a good feeling about not getting into trouble over that. However, when the nun mentioned other girls being punished as well, that gave her momentary pause for concern. Nowhere in the student handbook did it mention blood being drawn, or medieval torture devices, or any other sort of horror that her mind was coming up wth. So surely the Sister wouldn't warn Darcy if she was about to witness something illegal?

And the punishment of these four girls - once Darcy realized what Sister Esther meant - was not illegal: just very unusual... and sort of harsh. She made a mental note to never raise cause for such a thing to happen to her, especially when the nun-with-no-name called Darcy out on her staring. (She hadn't meant to stare: honest. It just sort of happened.) Darcy happily and quickly kept moving to the appropriate office.

Everything inside of Sister Ruth's office was equally clean and immaculate, but without the since of cold, clinical sterility to it that the hallway held. It actually looked quite nice, but Darcy couldn't help but flinch a little at the tone of the sister's voice. She didn't sound happy...

"Thank you, ma'am," Darcy said, carefully sitting down in one of the open chairs in front of the desk. "I, I'm sorry about being late, ma'am. The bus that drove me here wasn't on time, but I thought it was. I'm sorry..."