Free The Prussian Girls by P. N. Dedeaux

'Zettel for the girl-this for Incontinence.
    Three minutes later Anna Erland was presenting these to the Duty Mistress in her dreaded chamber. This today was Mademoiselle Bellais, the French mistress, a neat, smiling woman in her early thirties who looked fashion personified in her ultra-short white silk costume and almost crease-less leather boots. A contrast to the Matron in every way. As she surveyed the wretched expression of the pretty little underschool above her flexed cane, it was all she could do not to burst out laughing. With a bit of luck the silly thing would burst out crying in a moment.
    “How would you like the first five, Anna?” she chaffed, and, receiving for answer but a finger twisting at a chain-ring, went on briskly, “Let's try them across that fidgety little bottom of yours, shall we. Come here.”
    These 'Zettel were meant to be deterrent, but not intolerably severe. Each Duty Mistress could pay them off as desired, and only a lighter, or “classroom,” cane was employed. This was a flicky, whippy instrument, rather than one that bruised deeply. Its sting was considerable, however.
    Anna was bent over a stool, her hands on its far edge and her legs straight behind but at an angle- her feet positioned some yard to the rear. Divested once more of its underclothing, her rump quivered in apprehension. Jacqueline Bellais was highly grateful to the Prefect who had strapped those cheeks downwards like that-the well-reddened undersides would react well.
    “Who gave you those?”
    “Seckendorff, Miss.”
    “Good for her.”
    “Hhrsss!”
    “Ooooo…”
    The mistress cut up quickly into the underfat. It was not a very hard stroke but it finished in a stingy flick that made the skin of her victim cringe in. Four more wristy cuts and Anna was in agony. She was given five minutes' pause and took the second 'Zettel in an unusual way. Sitting on the stool, with her bottoms over its edge, she was made to bend right forward, head between her knees. Then the French mistress cut sharply down, in a rigidly vertical stroke that bit in deeply. Anna had never been corrected like this and was squirming like a cut worm on the stool before it was over. And then her chits were signed, as effectuated, and she had to hurry back to her classroom and present them to her teacher, trying not to show her suffering. The latter made her stand for the rest of the period, and had her do so with knickers down and skirt up, exposing her weals-five nice and high, five nice and low- “Lots of room for some more in between,” as she commented to the snickering class.
    And thus, it was-as little Anna was already rapidly learning. You were never free of that beastly biting cane. It hung over your head like a Damoclean sword, descending with that awful tingly dread that took your breath away and yet set you on edge and made even the youngest clit stiff, throbbing in anticipation.
    At ten thirty each morning there was a break period, of a half-hour, when the girls performed calisthenics in the yard outside, under the eagle eye of Frau Dick, gym mistress elect. They did these in rows, with maximal vigor, not simply because punishment awaited the slovenly, but since for most of the year it was bitterly cold outside, certainly in the tiny tunics, and also since the girls enjoyed the exercises. These only, in any event, lasted some ten minutes or so, after which they ran back in, hugging their friends, laughing and joking, their faces red and ready for the glass of hot milk each had to take in the Hall.
    It was here, daily, at approximately a quarter of eleven that the Headmistress addressed the gathered school. The girls lined either side of the Great Hall by classes, the mistresses sat in front on a dais, from which Frau Grumkow gave out the letters (already, of course, perused), made various announcements about coming activities, and in general encouraged that wholesome fidelity to duty for which the Schloss was celebrated. It was