This is a secondhand account of a punishment that may or may not have occurred at Freemore Academy, a women’s correctional school for delinquents aged eighteen to twenty-two years.

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“Okay, okay, okay, it starts like this. I can’t believe you haven’t heard this,” Jane begins. “A long time ago, there was this student here named Kirsten Moss. Oh, I don’t know, like maybe six years ago? Forever in this place. Anyways, she apparently got the worst punishment on the Academy’s record”.

Judy cuts in as Jane lights a cigarette. “Like, punishments here are the worst, you know, “ she starts as everyone else nods. “Anyways, Kirsten was like the biggest snob and a horrible bully. And she was untouchable because her Dad was a powerful politician. They gave her this prefect job on campus that they just made up for her and all the power went to her head. Oh, her Dad? I think he was-”

“Arthur Moss” Kate interrupts. She plays with the hem of her green tartan school skirt and looks somewhat annoyed at having to retell this story again. She sighs. “And he wasn’t a politician, he was a pastor at some mega-church. He preached fire-and-brimstone and believed his precious daughter had been caught up in some ungodly conspiracy. He donated a few million to the Academy and Kirsten became untouchable”.

“She was tall, wasn’t she,” Judy asks.

“I heard she was short”, Jane says, taking another drag on her cigarette. “But regardless, she had red hair and the freckles to match. She’d wear this pin that identified her as a prefect and she’d stop girls in the hall to do ‘uniform inspections’. Yah, they were bullshit. She had no authority to do that, only the teachers can”. Jane crushes her cigarette under the toe of her Mary Janes.

“Like, she’d walk up to a girl”, Judy continues, “and check to make sure her buttons were buttoned and her shoes were clean and whatever else she wanted. Some people even say she carried out more ‘personal’ inspections in the bathrooms. And the girls had to comply because if they didn’t, Kirsten would rat them out and they’d get a demit. Enough of those and it’s off to the women’s prison”.

“There’s lots of rumors,” Jane says, “but the one I always heard the most was that this girl Stacy went into the bathroom and she saw a set of feet and a set of knees in one stall. Stacy said she heard Kirsten say ‘you dirty, dirty girl’. But Stacy ran out before she heard anything else”.

Kate sighs and nods emphatically, urging the group to get to the point. “Yeah, and she’d try to get girls riled up so they would fail inspection if they got selected,” she reports. “The day of the punishment, Kirsten is in class-”

“I think it was Mrs. Goshen’s,” Jane interrupts.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Do you want to get to the good part, or do you want to talk about what she had for breakfast that day,” Kate asks before continuing. “She gets called for a random inspection, which had never happened to her before”.

“Yeah and” Jane says, trying to take over again.

“I’m telling the story right now,” Kate sniffs. “Everyone spun around in their desks to see Kirsten’s expression and she was livid. She starts to sputter and try to weasel her way out of it. She reminds the teacher that she is a prefect and not to be inspected and who her father is. But the teacher is insistent, she just goes-” and then points at Jane, who jumps at the chance to impersonate Mrs. Goshen.

“That’s not relevant any longer. Please bring me your panties unless you want me to call for the guards”.

After a few giggles, Kate continues. “I heard she blushed from her face all the way down to her ankles before finally standing up and reaching under her skirt. She tried to maintain some modesty, but you know how these skirts are. And I guess that Kirsten really believed that she’d never have to do a panty inspection, because she was wearing these lacy pink boy shorts that were definitely not regulation. A few of the girls laughed and Mrs. Goshen had to quiet the class before crooking her finger toward Kirsten and telling her to ‘give them to me right this instant’”.

“And if she just had banned panties, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten into much trouble. But when old Mrs. Goshen got them, she knew something else was up right away. Someone told me that if she had wrung out the panties, Mrs. Goshen’s floor would have been soaked. I don’t know if I believe that, but the panties were wet enough to escalate things into a purity search.”

“I know you said that you read the handbook, but you haven’t seen a purity search yet. It’s so humiliating. Kirsten was practically in tears when she finally spread her legs and bent over the old crone’s desk in front of thirty other girls. As soon as Mrs. Goshen flipped up Kirsten’s skirt, everyone knew she was cooked.”

“There’s two things you need to make sure of going into a purity search. One is that you are shaved - front and back - and the other is that you aren’t visibly wet. Well poor Kirsten failed both of those. Yeah, Mrs. Goshen spread Kirsten’s little butt open and the whole class got to see that cuffs matched collar. I guess she was really hairy all between her legs, little wisps of red curls everywhere. Worse, there was a trail of wetness leading from her pussy down her thigh. And her panties had only been off for a minute - imagine how wet she must have been!”

“So anyways, Mrs. Goshen tells Kirsten that she’s in big trouble and has her flip over. Ass on the edge of the desk, heels to butt, knees spread wide. And again, Mrs. Goshen flips Kirsten’s skirt up like she’s a magician. Only instead of a white rabbit, she reveals a red fuzzy one between Kirsten’s legs. The whole class is on the edge of their seats as Goshen finishes the search. Reaching between Kirsten’s thighs, she spread her little pussy wide open. For the whole class to see, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I can’t even imagine how wet and drippy she would have been. Mrs. Goshen apparently left Kirsten like that for almost a minute, just chiding her the whole time.”

“By now, Kirsten was sobbing openly. She was either threatening to end Mrs. Goshen’s long career, or apologizing like she was in confession, depending on whom you ask. But just like that, the search was over. Goshen helped Kirsten up before spinning her around. Goshen slapped Kirsten across the face, hard. So hard that a few girls cried out on her behalf. Because that’s the thing - if you fail the search, you get slapped. And if you weren’t crying when it started, you sure as shit are crying when it’s over. Oh, Mrs. Goshen’s a little woman, but she hauled Kirsten by the ear to the corner like it was nothing. She pinned Kirsten's skirt up and told her that the administration would give her something to cry about and soon. She left Kirsten bare-bottomed with her hands on her head in the corner for the rest of the hour-long period.”

Kate makes a smoking gesture toward Jane with two fingers and Jane fishes a cigarette and lighter out of her backpack, handing both to Kate. Pursing her lips around the smoke and lighting it within cupped hands, Kate continues. “Man, if Kirsten was this big feared bully, all that came crashing down during fifth period. Word was going to spread like wildfire. And maybe that would have been it. Kirsten would have been punished behind closed doors and her angel wings would have been clipped.”

“But that wasn’t it. Not by a long shot.”

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