Strathmore Academy For Girls: Special Group

Strathmore Academy for Girls: Special Group
By Tcheser

They all sat near each other in Ms. Klebb’s fourth period seventh grade European history class. Two in the front row and two just behind them just as they always did, in every class they had together, which was every class. They didn’t do it because they wanted to though. They had no great desire to sit in the exact same place in every class or to be so near their teachers. The four girls were assigned seats and classes just like everyone else was. They had no choice in the matter at all.

The faculty however didn’t assign their seats randomly like they did everyone else however. No, they wanted these four girls in their “Special” program to all be grouped together so they would be easier to keep track of. The girls in the group hated it. Being grouped together like they were just made them a bigger target for ridicule and taunting.

“Janie” Ms. Klebb suddenly called out.

“Yes, Ms. Klebb”. One of the girl’s in the group stood up immediately. She looked frightened and couldn’t help but fidget as she stood there. Like all the other girl’s in the middle school she wore the strictly enforced school uniform. It consisted of a short sleeved white blouse with a blue ribbon tie at the round collar and a short blue pinafore dress. It was in fact so short that even when Janie stood completely still nearly a third of her white pantied ass was on display for the entire class to see. She wore properly fitted white knit knee socks and carefully polished t-bar mary janes on her feet. Her curly red hair was worn short and pulled back by a blue Alice band.


“When was the Magna Carta signed?” Ms. Klebb asked as she pointed to the words Magna Carta on the chalk board.

“In 1215 Maam” Janie answered as clearly as she could and then curtsied as she had been taught.

“That is correct. You may sit.” The teacher motioned with her pointer. “In 1215 the king of England… Who was king of England at this time?” She paused and looked over the class “Angie.” She called out finally to the relief of the other students.

Angie proved to be another girl in the “special” program group. She sat in front of Janie. She stood as soon as she heard her name. She was a slim Parisian who wore her hair in pigtails. One day she might be striking, but for now she was just another awkward little girl. Like all the other girls she wasn’t allowed to wear any sort of cosmetics or wear jewelry that would accentuate her natural good looks. So she looked rather pale and a bit plain. The very obvious braces and retainer she wore didn’t help much either. They slurred her speech and detracted from her beautiful smile. Unlike Janie she wore ankle socks and navy and white saddle shoes. The rest of her uniform was identical though.

“That was King John, Maam” Angie answered shyly with a curtsey.

“Yes, King John signed the Magna Carta. You may sit.” Ms. Klebb announced to a visibly relieved Angie. “Signed in 1215 the document was a concession made between King John of England and a group of barons that rebelled against the arbitrary powers of the King. What did this document do?…Becky?”

Another girl from the “special” program group stood. She was a cute little thing with her short wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked very embarrassed to be standing there and took a moment to answer. When she did she blushed quite red. “It gave the barons more power, Maam?” she answered tentatively.

“No, that is incorrect, Becky.” Ms. Klebb said with a little smile. “See me after class. Now you may sit. “The charter granted rights to the citizens of England and at the same time created limitations to the Kings authority. Despite the fact that this measure, the Magna Carta was valid for only a very short time and almost immediately, King John applied to the pope in Rome to invalidate the document arguing that his promise to uphold the agreement had been extorted by force. Despite the fact that the pope agreed and nullified the Magana Carta, It has since then become an important part of British constitutional history and also a significant part in the struggle for Universal Human Rights.” She explained to the class. She then heard the school bell rang. “Okay class, see you tomorrow. Before you go hand in your assignments to Lucy”

The class then sprang into action. They grabbed their books and bags and quickly filed out of the room. As they went they handed their two page writing assignment to the fourth girl in the “special” program group. Lucy was Asian and looked every bit the repressed school girl. She collected all the papers solemnly then walked them up to Ms. Klebb’s desk. She wore round wire rimmed glasses and had a rather unfortunate blunt cut hair style that didn’t seem to suit her at all. Besides that she was easy to overlook. Ms. Klebb took the assignments without so much as a thank you and told Lucy to leave and shut the door behind her.

The only other person left in the room was Becky who still sat at her desk. She just sat there nervously staring at her desk. “Okay, Becky you know the drill” Ms. Klebb said as she finished up behind her desk and then came out in front of it.

“Yes, Maam” Becky replied as she stood and walked like a condemned woman to the front of the classroom. She then stood in front of Ms. Klebb’s desk, leaned over it face down and grabbed the other side with her hands. She was then bent over the desk with her little ass high in the air behind her.

“Good let’s begin your punishment then shall we” Ms. Klebb said as she pulled up Becky’s skirt and laid it over her back. Becky’s white cotton full cut school panties were fully exposed, but they didn’t stay up long. The teacher took them by the elastic at the top and pulled them down to her feet. “This is for not paying due attention to your History studies.” Ms. Klebb then announced before she began to bring her pointer down in long steady arcs upon Becky’s bottom. Each swat rang out loudly in the quiet room. Becky kicked her legs in agitation. She tried to stay silent, but by the 5th swat she had started to cry despite herself. Even so she received 5 more. Ms. Klebb had other things to attend to though so she stopped there. “Now study harder for next class Becky” she warned with a wagging finger “I don’t want to have to report you to the headmaster.” Becky nodded contritely and was then allowed to pull up her panties and leave the classroom.

Outside the group were all waiting for her. Becky fell into Janie’s comforting arms and started sobbing all over. Not so much from the pain but from the humiliation of it. For you see these four girls were not twelve years old anymore. The youngest among them was twenty one. They had all been brought to the school against their will and forced to reenter the 7th grade. They had been secretly and systematically stripped of their adult clothes, privileges and affectations until no one believed they were anything but what their school file said they were. Four naughty spoiled little girls in need of firm and direct discipline. They were all there for different reasons but suffered the same fate.

Janie was the first to be brought to Strathmore Academy for Girls. In the real world her name had been Janet Waylon. She had run a very profitable software company which she had started right out of college. No one thought it was going anywhere, but three years from the day the company began it landed several very profitable defense contracts and was looking to go public with a record opening pop. Her detractors said she was a perfectionist and a slave driver, but she got results. Janie’s hard work and determination were going to make her rich and she was on top of the world.

Then one of her silent partners decided one day he didn’t want a woman running the company anymore. He had a golfing buddy he thought would make a better ceo. So the next thing Janet knew she was, at her partners urging, touring an old school for sale in upstate New York as a possible new branch office space. The school was still in operation during the tour though so Janet had to sign several routine forms for insurance liability reasons. Little did she know that one of the forms gave her partner power of attorney over her and another signed her into the school as a student.

Janet didn’t know what to think when the strong male assistants of the headmaster told her to take off her expensive power suit and heels but she did so under duress. When it came to her panties and bra though she put up more of a fight. In the end though she was stripped naked, showered and given a haircut above and below, covered everywhere but her head in a stinging hair removal cream and then dressed in the schools humiliatingly childish uniform. Afterward she looked very much like a child she noticed. She had never been very tall or curvy and dressed like a school girl she realized she could easily be mistaken for one. Then she was given her introductory spanking by the headmaster which banished any notions that this was just a joke or a mistake as he explained just what was happening and how she would spend the next 6 years there being taught to be nice obedient little girl.

Lucy was the next to arrive. In many ways her story was similar. She had been a rising star in the tenuous field of acting. Rumors that she was hard to work with had made finding good roles difficult for her recently and she had become rather desperate for a good gig to put her back on top. A rival of hers however decided she would have a better shot without the lovely Lucy around and went about sabotaging her career. Thinking her rival was a friend Lucy allowed herself to be convinced that she should take a leading role in a drama set in a school. She also let herself be convinced to do some undercover research at a real school. It seemed reasonable enough at the time she often mused. The film was to take place in a very strict academic environment after all of which she knew nothing about.

Perhaps she should have seen the odd gleam in her rivals eyes as more then excitement, but she didn’t. She went along with everything that was suggested. She told only her rival where she was going and let her make most of the arrangements. She even allowed herself to be convinced to change her appearance for the project. She allowed her friend to cut her long lustrous black hair and style it into an unattractive school girl hairstyle. She surrendered her colored contacts for the awful eyeglasses she now wore and put on the school uniform of her own volition. After that all her “friend” had to do was get her to Strathmore and they took care of the rest.

After just one day pretending to be a freshmen girl getting picked on by older appearing and bigger girls and being punished for childish errors quickly put her in her place. She was ready to leave the next day and told the headmaster who she really was. A session of mouth washing was applied for her lying and a paddling for her attitude sealed her fate. No respectable actress would be brought to bawling like a baby from a little paddling now would they?

After comforting poor Becky as best they could the group moved down the hallway to the lunch room. It was their lunch period after all and they were all hungry. They all agree that the one nice thing about their stay at the school was the free food. It wasn’t that good, but they could have all they wanted. As they lined up to receive their plates though they had no way of knowing they were on a special lunch plan. It was the headmaster’s idea actually and had been kept secret from the girls.

To gain better control of the women in his “Special” program the headmaster had very unusual meals prepared for them and only them. These plate lunches were chemically engineered to provide the bare amount of nutrition the girls needed while maintaining sufficient bulk to disguise the fact. Having eaten nothing but these meals since they arrived all the women had lost substantial amounts of weight. There arms and legs were spindly, their knees knobby and they lost a great deal of strength. The food was also laced with hormones and chemicals blockers more fit for the systems of prepubescent girls then adult women. Because of this the women had experienced additional weight loss in such areas as their hips, thighs, and breasts along with a total retardation of body hair. This also resulted in altered menstrual cycles. The women were very emotional much of the time and sometimes just the littlest thing would set them to crying. The lunch ladies knew this and always had several special plates ready to give them.

Becky had been the most effected by the food. She had never been a very tall or a very developed woman. At the age of twenty one she only stood 5’1” and wore petite sizes. She never really let it bother her though. She had an angelic face, beautiful blonde hair she wore down to her ass and dressed in killer fashions that showed off what curves she did have. With a padded push up bra she felt as attractive if not more attractive then any woman she met.

Then she ran a foul of a woman she shouldn’t have. Becky had found herself smitten by the woman’s boyfriend and being a bit of a man stealer she tried to move in on him. The man’s girlfriend however wasn’t having any of it though and endeavored to take Becky out of the picture. She pretended to be beaten by Becky and even gave her some tips on how to seduce her former boyfriend. Becky ate it all up and was soon prancing around in a school uniform for him. Unfortunately this was all it took for her parents who were already a bit fed up with her behavior to sign papers to have her institutionalized for awhile. A little suggestion that Becky used drugs from the woman Becky was trying to screw to her parents and Becky ended up at Strathmore for an indefinite stay rather then the county hospital for a week or two.

 That was nearly three months ago. Without her lovely figure enhancing clothes and the drugs in the food effecting her metabolism and hormones Becky looked every bit the twelve year old schoolgirl. Her small breasts had shrunk to almost nothing, her legs were thin and unwomanly, her voice had gone up several octaves and like all of them she had lost weight. She was well beyond miserable and cried herself to sleep just about every night.

The other women in the group knew how fragile Becky was and tried to do what they could to protect her. Unfortunately they were at the mercy of the faculty and more often then not there was nothing they could do to even help themselves. They were prisoners in a facility that not only robbed them of their freedom, but of their dignity and eventually their spirit.

The last member of the group, Angie, had also required some work on the part of the school faculty. She was originally a top model from Paris before she became incarcerated at Strathmore. As Angelina Gautier she had graced the cover of every major fashion and glamour magazine in the world and dated top athletes and playboy actors. She had long frosted highlighted hair and a body that wouldn’t quit.

Eventually her success became a problem for some less then scrupulous people. She was finally kidnapped by a rival modeling agency, dressed in the school uniform and brought to Strathmore never to be seen again. Unfortunately even without makeup and dressed in the conservative school uniform Angelina was still too beautiful to make a convincing student. She stood out like a rose among weeds.

The faculty saw this and couldn’t allow such an attractive woman into their program. It would surely be too disruptive. Her addition was sure to lead to distraction and possible corruption. Ever resourceful the headmaster came up with a solution. With the rival modeling agency’s approval Angelina was drugged and taken away the first night she was there.

Shady doctors in the secret employ of the school then went to work on her. They first reduced her beautiful C cup breasts to a small AA. Then they used liposuction on her perfect bottom until it was boyishly flat. After the surgery they then dyed her stylish hair back to its brown roots and put braces on her perfect teeth. After they did all that she was still pretty, but no longer drop dead gorgeous. She had lost her figure but not her height and now looked less like a ravishing model then a gangly teenager. The loss of her perfect body and gorgeous appearance though destroyed her self confidence. She had hardly spoken since that time and would typically only answer direct questions.

After lunch the Special group had gym class in the yard. They all hated gym class to be sure but made certain to always be there on time. If they were late the gym teacher, Mr. Grant, would punish them in front of all the other girls. He was a sick and twisted bastard even considering that he was a gym teacher. So with an audible groan and along with twenty other girls they all entered the locker rooms and hurried to change for gym. Such humiliations had become their lot in life it seemed.