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If there's anything alumni of St. Adrian's College for Girls can tell you they remember most about their time there, they'll tell you the spankings and constant punishments to all parts of their bottoms. If you ask them the second thing they remember most, it was the physical requirements to be a student there. The founders of the college believed that having a fit mind but an unfit body was something that could not be tolerated and that any educational institution worth its salt should correct this. As such, all students were required to enroll in both generalized and specific exercise classes. Rather progressive for their time, they also believed that "fitness" looked different for every student. And that no student should be excluded on the basis of disability, provided they were willing to put in the work. As such, a number of athletic scholarships for students with disabilities have been offered over the years, which is how Eileen made her way to the school.
Unlike many students, Eileen wasn't sent there as a punishment by her family or an alternative to time in prison. She applied to the school, and was accepted on a scholarship for fencing. Many other schools gave her a patronizing response when she said she wanted to pursue a career in athletics, because of her condition. And that was an attitude that St. Adrian's College for girls would not tolerate, and would spank out of anyone who disagreed. Of course, it was a grueling program. The school does not permit the more academically inclined students to neglect their physical health, nor does it allow the more athletically inclined to neglect their intellectual pursuits. Nearly every bookworm has been paddled for failing to keep up with their training, and nearly every jock has been strapped for losing focus on cerebral pursuits. Eileen was no exception. However, after two years there, she had fallen into a good routine. Time at her fitness classes and a few visits to the gym a week kept her in tip-top shape, while spending the rest of her time on books kept her grades high enough to keep her bottom out of trouble. Of course, not all students could follow her example.
*PHWEEEEE*
"Alright ladies, that's good. Time to hit the showers!" Coach Fletcher barked.
All the girls who were still fully lucid after their exhausting workout let out a small cheer. Friday strength and conditioning was always the hardest, and many ladies barely limped across the metaphorical finish line. Thankfully, the hardest part was over. Now they were entitled to a nice hot shower, a bit of a physical rest to catch up on homework, followed by supper in the dinning hall.
As they made their way into the locker room and started to disrobe, they saw that Coach Fletcher was also stripping down.
"Coach?" one of the freshmen inquired, innocently.
"There's been reports of bullying, horseplay, and other behavior unbefitting of our students when you're supposed to be scrubbing down. To prevent any funny business, for the foreseeable future, I'm going to be showering with you ladies after workout. So get those panties and bras off and march into the shower. Move!" Coach Fletcher said, punctuating with a loud clap of her hands.
Most of the girls did not mind. This was not nearly the first time they had seen another naked woman a bit more advanced in age than most of them. Some of the students there were as old as Coach Fletcher, and she looked better than her 42 years. Of course, "most" is not "all" and Charlotte was muttering to herself the entire time, just loud enough for everyone to hear it. Not looking to make a scene, Coach Fletcher turned to confront her.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes. Yes there is. I don't think it's appropriate for a teacher to be showering with her students. Especially not you."
"Especially not me? I don't like what you're implying."
"I imply nothing. I am outright saying you are doing this for your own perverse sapphic desires."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Do you think we don't know? Do you think we don't notice how you look at us when we're stretching? Or how you get that look in your eyes whenever you have the excuse to spank one of us on the bare or shove things into our bottom holes? Do you think we haven't seen your copy of Alison Bechdel's books on your shelf? Or that we haven't drawn the connection after all those Chappell Roan songs you have on the workout playlist?"
"Alright, I've heard enough. Face the wall."
"What? Why?"
"You know the rules. Backtalk is not permitted. Face. The. Wall. Now."
"Poor Charlotte," Eileen thought to herself. Soaking wet, that paddle had to sting like crazy. And Coach Fletcher was not letting up no matter how much Charlotte was pleading for mercy. She couldn't tell if the water was extra hot today, or if that was just her. Looking at the sign behind her, she realized that if she didn't want to face the wrath of Coach Fletcher, she would have to keep her hands by her side and wait until this evening to relive this event in her memories. It was quite the wait, but it would be worth it.
"Still," she reflected, "Coach Fletcher has called Charlotte many things. 'A brat.' 'A fool.' 'An insubordinate wench.' But not once has she called Charlotte a liar."
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Entry in my series at St. Adrian's College for Girls. Art by Sorenutz. Story written by me, edited by AOTK user Furniture
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