The girls of Blue Mountain

THE GIRLS OF BLUE MOUNTAIN – By Arzak Blake

Chapter I

I was really impressed by the stories Sally had been telling me for the past couple of weeks. To be honest, I still don't know whether or not to believe her, as it is really hard for me to believe that young girls like us could have such amount freedom in other parts of the world. On the one hand the stories could be an invention of hers for some purpose, and on the other hand her past experiences (should them be true) would explain why she has so much trouble adapting to Blue Mountain's School for Young Ladies. I had to cut her in the middle of her story, as it was close to 9pm's inspection and neither of us would like to be caught unprepared. We quickly adjusted the pillows on our shared bed and straightened our bodies laying down on our tummies. Then we assumed the regulatory inspection position, pulling up our nightgowns to the waist, putting our hands on top of our heads and slightly opening our legs about one feet apart. All the other girls did the same and quickly there were 30 girls on 15 beds properly positioned for inspection. Around fifteen minutes later, the dorm door opened with a squeak, and the Dorm Matron stepped in.

Blue Mountain was a centuries old, totally isolated small community. The town was led by the Council of the Elders, a group of mature men that pretty much controlled everything that happened in town. The members of the Council were the only ones who had any form of contact with the outside world. For the rest of the members of the community, the world simply began and end in Blue Mountain, and having contact with anyone outside the community simply was not in their mindsets.

The social environment had changed very little over the years. Blue Mountain was a patriarchal society totally dominated by men. Girls were educated to be submissive to men's authority from a very early age. Until they reached puberty, little girls lived at home and basically helped their mothers around the house. Once they became teenagers, they were sent to the School for Young Ladies to complete their education. Throughout the week they stayed in the school and went home only on weekends. Boys were separated from their families at a very early age and went to live full time at the School for Young Men. The School was practically a town on its own and thus boys had little contact with their families and saw them only a few times a year. Furthermore, it was rare to see a boy around main town area. After their education was completed, they usually got married (with the Council's approval) and started their own families.

The town's tradition dictated strict rules to be followed by women since they were little. Although it was not said openly, the rules were designed to make woman totally obedient to men in every aspect of their lives. Girls were made to follow rules on the widest variety of subjects, from dress codes to physical positions. As girls were growing up, new rules were added constantly. A teenage girl would have a very long list of rules to follow and no authority over younger girls. When woman grew old enough to marry, they acquired certain rights and authority over younger girls but under no circumstances over any man.

The Dorm matron walked slowly to the end of the dorm room carefully looking at everybody, making sure we all were ready for inspection.

- Panties Down! -She said with an authoritative voice-. I want to see thirty pairs of bottoms bare and ready this instant!

At a unison, still laying on our tummies, we all lowered or regulation panties to our knees and quickly returned our hands to our heads. Sally was visibly nervous about the inspection, as she had been every night for the past month. I even had been able to catch a few glimpses of her bottom and saw she was clenching her cheeks in fear and anticipation.

- Donna and Allison, present yourselves!

At that moment, our bed neighbors knelt on their bed with their bottoms high in the air and their hands holding their necks, heads still down over the bed. The matron caressed their cheeks lightly and carefully inspected both girls' bottoms, anus and back of the legs. She then proceeded to lubricate Allison's anus with vaseline. Allison's face contracted with the feel of the cold Vaseline on her. A moment later, the Matron introduced a rectal thermometer and instructed the girl to stay still. Poor Allison will have to wait in that uncomfortable position until inspection was over, or even later should the Matron decide to. The Matron then turned her attention to Donna, whose bum legs showed several red and purple marks. With a smile of satisfaction, slapped Donna's right cheek and made the girl moan a little.

- Does your bottom still hurts? –asked rhetorically

- Yes Miss. –The girl responded with a soft, trembling voice

- Hope you will remember what your place is next time, girl. –The matron said while moving on to the next bed

One by one each pair of girls were ordered to present themselves to the Matron. Sally especially hated and feared these inspections, her bottom trembling with more and more anticipation as our turn approached. This Matron was stricter than the one we had before her, and seemed to enjoy the nervousness she caused to all of us. She slapped our bottoms and legs for the slightest misbehavior during the process, and regularly issued punishments for the next day. There was a lot of rules to remember, thus all of us were in constant fear of being punished. We had to sleep always on our tummies. Fifteen minutes before inspection, we had to pull our short regulation nightgowns to our waist exposing our panties. Then we had to put our hands on hour heads and spread our legs about a feet wide, no more, no less. No talking or whispering was allowed at any time. We also had to look straight and have our lips partially open as always. When ordered to present, we had to kneel maintaining our head lowered and hour hands on our necks. We had to stay still no matter what Matrons did to us. This one had the cruel habit of slapping all the girls who showed recent marks on their bottoms of legs. If you yelled while she did that you could be punished further. Sometimes she would make a girl take her panties completely off and insert them on her own mouth. Some other times she would make all of us sleep totally nude, no sheets, or cover of any kind. She could also tie our hands to the bed.

This matron was especially strict on the no talking rules. If she caught two girls doing so, she would order them to strip naked, and get on all fours in the floor next to their bed. Then she would made the girls lick the floor with their tongue for the next fifteen minutes. Then she would strap both girls on the backs of their legs. The Matron would repeat this procedure every night for a week.

When inspection was finished, we all but three chastised girls were instructed to pull up our panties and down our nightgowns and get to sleep. The three chastised girls would sleep in the nude and have a punishment session the next day.

Chapter II

"I can't believe this people" Sally thought during breakfast. "I hate their rules! I hate this school! I hate this town!". Several months ago, Sally's parents had been killed in a car accident, leaving her alone and with no relatives in the world. Her father had been a close friend of a member of the Council of the Elders at Blue Mountain, and had stated in his will that in the case of an accident, his friend Mr. Watkinson was to become the legal guardian of her only daughter. Although Sally's father knew the unusual traditions in Blue Mountain, he felt that his friend was the only one he could really trust to care for Sally should a tragedy happen. When notified of the accident, Mr. Watkinson came for Sally and quickly became her legal guardian.

Mr. Watkinson introduced Sally to her new life at Blue Mountain. The introduction of foreigners to the town was an absolute rarity. Only older people could remember the last time an outsider moved to live there. The first few months were difficult for both Sally and her new parents, as both of them came from very different worlds. Nonetheless, the Watkinsons made a big effort to help Sally recover from the tragedy and adapt to her new lifestyle.

Although her parents were very strict, Sally was used to a more "normal" degree of freedom. Until the accident, she had attended a very strict school for girls, so she was no stranger to corporal punishment and many other disciplinary measures. However, that was nothing compared to what she was forced to endure at Blue Mountain's School for young Ladies.

At midmorning's break, she met Alice, the only good friend she had made so far in this madtown. Alice was her bedmate, and that had given both girls plenty of occasions to chat and become good friends.

"Hey, Alice" Sally greeted to her friend "How did you do at today's math quiz?"

"O.K. I guess" Alice replied "I just hope I get the last two question right, for my bum's sake" added rubbing the back of her short uniform skirt.

During the conversation, Sally told Alice about how she used to go to the movies with her friends, only boys and girls; about the coolest designer's jeans that were so fashionable among girls where she used to live; and how some of her friends rebelled against their parents and got away with it. Sally also told Alice about TV News, mixed schools, divorces among their friend's parents and many other things that seemed perfectly normal for her, but were completely new to Alice and frankly, hard to believe.

Going to the movies boys and girls together without any adult? "That's Nuts!" Alice thought. Girls wearing jeans?! "Jeeezzz, that's absolutely forbidden" Alice told her friend. "You better not be caught wearing any sort of pants, since it's a very serious offense here" Sally advised.

Blue Mountain wanted obedient females and a powerful way to achieve this objective was strict control over what girls could or could not wear. Pants were seen as a privilege reserved exclusively for men. Therefore, it was mandatory for all females to keep their legs bare and exposed at all times. Girls in their teens were only allowed to wear short summer-type dresses or short skirts. The hem could not reach below mid-thigh in any case. On some occasions, girls were made to dress in short-shorts. Even in the cold winter months, girls would have to have their legs exposed at all times.

Any adult, even strangers could reprimand any younger girl for any misdemeanor. Most adults took advantage over a girl's bare thighs and had the cruel habit of applying a quick corrective slap every time they felt was needed. Not relinquishing her seat or not standing quickly enough when an adult entered the room were common causes for a slapping.

At home, a teen girl's mother (whose age had earned her the privilege to wear knee-length skirts, reinforcing her authority over younger girls) would decide on her daughter's clothing (of course, following the town's traditions), so most girls were used to being told what to dress at all times.

Underwear was also out of the teen girls' control. The parents (usually the mother) would decide the model, color and whether or not a girl would wear panties. Some parents did not allow their daughters any undergarment during the entire winter, as a form of discipline.

If a teen girl was under punishment (which could last from a couple of hours to several days or even weeks), she was made to wear a 'punishment uniform' when out of home. The uniform might vary from family to family, but in the majority of cases consisted on a very short pleated white skirt (barely covering the teen's cheeks) a tanktop and sandals. The girl would be made to wear at all times a hat that read 'I'm a girl under punishment' as a form of humiliation. No underwear was allowed during punishment. If weather was very cold or raining, most girls would be allowed a yellow waist-length raincoat. A few families were stricter and made their daughters under punishment parade semi-nude in public wearing only the skirt and hat on.

The hat and restricted clothing indicated every passing adult the girl's disciplinary status. Social manners expected passing adults to help somehow in a girl's correction provided they had the time. Most mothers would make their daughters under punishment go out and run errands several times a day. When running the errand, the girls then would be intercepted by a number of adults and would have to submit to any chastisement or chore they decided.

"There was this time when I was running an errand for my mother while on punishment uniform" Alice told her friend in a whisper tone. "Damn Mrs. Skinner intercepted me and took me to her house, where she made me do sit-ups and run laps around her hose, in order to get me tired. Then she made me lower my punishment skirt and strapped me about 20 times and made me kneel on the corner for 15 minutes, it was awful. I guess she had an eye on me since she believes her stupid daughter had been punished in school for my cause. Any way, -Alice added- the thing did not end up there, the bitch made me mop her kitchen still bare from the waist down, with my red ass on display. Once I had finished, I had to lick the floor to demonstrate her that I had done a good job, or else get another strapping and start all over."

Sally was on the verge or tears. "What have I done to be sent to a place like this" She thought. Alice tried to comfort her friend, not understanding why she reacted so strangely to perfectly normal events of life at Blue Mountain.