Chapter Four
Never Cross Ms. Fenimore
The rules test went by like a breeze. There were a couple of new girls who took almost three sessions with the paddle before they got the word ‘memorize’ down right and did the work.
They sort of looked at me like I were some genius. Hell, I don’t know, stuff like that just comes easy to me. With them looking so pitiful, I helped them study, thinking that if the Mistress got wind of that, she might mention it to Tony, and I’d have a few brownie points to offset my demerits.
We were issued our uniforms—obviously not designed for fashion. The sand-colored jumpers were knee-length, the blouses white and boring. Underneath we wore no bras, but tight fitting panties around our little bums—I’m sure specifically made so our asses would stand out when we
