Eastminster - the long awaited translation

At Eastminster Academy, alumni play a special role. Not only do they support the school financially (and quite generously at that), they also advise the school administration when pupils fail to achieve academic success. In England, everything operates according to league tables, and poor students are very bad for a school's position on these rankings.

Georgina is in Year 10. At the end of the academic year that has just begun, she will sit her GCSE examinations. Her internal grades, however, bode ill. From the beginning she has been a difficult case: failed placement test, rewarded with a red pin. Her prefects (new fags are assigned to prefects each term) have consistently been tasked with reviewing her academic work and punishing her as necessary—most have fulfilled this responsibility thoroughly. Once a month, with few exceptions when she happened to do well in an exam, she has been rewarded with five cane strokes during the weekly punishment ceremony for her poor performance. This has continued for three years. Success has remained elusive.

Scholarship students in Year 10 no longer have to fag. If they do not meet the highest academic standards, however, they are expected to accompany alumni at formal occasions or assist as waiters or hostesses at events whose proceeds go to the school. This leaves more time for academic work.

Difficult cases like Georgina are summoned to an "Academic Review Meeting." A committee consisting of the chair of the alumni association and five other alumni or alumnae speak with the respective pupils, hear from the headmaster and teachers who instruct them, and attempt to create a work programme that will return the delinquent to the path of virtue.

After yet another failed initial placement test, Georgina had been summoned to the Academic Review and was waiting in the corridor outside the staff room. She knew nothing pleasant awaited her. She was sweating in her scholarship uniform despite the short skirt and thin blouse. Her pretty face was tense, beads of sweat on her forehead. Her slender body trembled with anxiety. In three years at this school, she had experienced quite a lot—she had often been warned that the Academic Review was her fate, the ultimate deterrent, something more terrible than she could imagine. And now the prophecy had come true.

The door opened; an older man in a tweed suit invited her to enter. He instructed her to stand at a lectern facing the row of chairs where the committee sat.

"Thank you, Miss Newton, for heeding our invitation and meeting with us. We have already heard from all your teachers as well as Dr Hills. Our preliminary view is that your problems stem primarily from poor work and study habits. We would be interested in your perspective and how you propose to salvage your academic career—and thereby your future."

Georgie swallowed. She had expected this question, of course. But now her voice threatened to fail her.

"Well, erm, I don't mean to say I'm lazy. It's just that there's always been so much to do—fagging and all that. The monthly punishments haven't helped either—you can't sleep well with a sore backside..."

"Blaming your academic failures on the Academy's disciplinary methods strikes me as inappropriate. Many other scholarship students operate under the same rules and still manage to achieve excellent academic results. For you, only work, work, work will suffice. However, we are still awaiting your suggestions..."

"Well," Georgie replied, "a personal tutor would be brilliant—one who could work through with me what I haven't properly understood..."

"Thank you. We will now deliberate. Please leave the room for the time being."

The deliberation lasted about fifteen minutes. She was then called back in but this time had to remain standing before the committee. The chair took the floor.

"We have considered your proposal for a personal tutor but have decided to go one step further. Each of us will create a work programme for you in our respective speciality. You will then complete each programme within one day. At the end of the day, you will return here to be examined by us. Should you fail to adequately learn the day's material, severe punishments await. These are specified at the end of each work programme. We hope this will sufficiently motivate you. We have invested considerable personal funds in you—it is unacceptable that you waste this money through laziness. Tomorrow morning you will find the first work programme in mathematics in your pigeonhole. We shall see you again tomorrow evening. Have a pleasant evening and goodbye!"

The next morning, after a restless night, Georgie found the work programme in her pigeonhole. A rather thick booklet. She immediately flipped to the last page:

"Your examination will be graded on the conventional scale from A to F. All grades except A carry punishments," she read there. Then a table:

Grade | Punishment

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A | None

B | 5 cane strokes over underwear

C | 10 cane strokes on bare bottom

D+ | 20 cane strokes on bottom (completely unclothed)

D | 25 cane strokes on bottom
15 whip strokes on breasts

D- | As D+:
5 strokes with the cane between spread legs

E | As D-, but all paying pupils of the school will be invited to witness the punishment. This will be carried out in the assembly hall.

F | As E. You will then spend the following weekend at the alumni chalet in the French Alps, where you will be further punished by a large number of alumni spending the weekend there (details will be provided on site).

And how this table motivated Georgie! She immediately threw herself into the work: area calculation, binomial formula, algebra, real numbers... her head was soon spinning.

By evening, however, she had worked through the entire booklet and faced the examination with some confidence. She didn't believe she could achieve an A or B—her goal was a C. Ten cane strokes were no big deal for her, she could handle that.

She knocked on the door of the staff room. This time, not only the committee but five additional alumni were present, making eleven alumni in total, three of them women (alumnae). They sat around a semicircular table.

She had to stand directly opposite the table. Immediately came the "first question":

"A rectangle is 4 cm long and 3 cm wide. What is its area?"

That was easy! "12 cm²," she answered.

"Correct," said the questioner. "So far you have an A."

"Next question. Which binomial formula is (a - b)²?"

"The first one," Georgie thought she remembered. "Unfortunately incorrect. That brings your grade down to a B."

"What is the square root of 37?"

"There's no solution for that!" "Incorrect! The solution is irrational! Now we're already at a C."

"Solve the equation: 2x + 6 = 14!"

"4!" Georgie called after some thought. "Correct. We're at C+."

And so it continued. Overall, Georgie knew more than she didn't and actually achieved a C.

"That was better than we expected. Nevertheless, punishment must be administered. We'll proceed immediately. Please disrobe from the waist down."

Georgie had some practice at this and matter-of-factly removed her short skirt and knickers. She left her socks on.

"Please turn your back to the committee, legs about a metre apart, and grasp your ankles with your hands!"

This gave the gentlemen quite a view!

The punishment was over quickly, though extremely painful. Georgie had to count aloud and, still unclothed below, had to thank each committee member with a handshake at the end.

"That's all for today. Tomorrow it's Latin. A written translation, followed by a vocabulary test and then a conjugation test. Good luck with your preparation!"

The next morning Georgie found a rather thick booklet of vocabulary words in her pigeonhole. It also contained some conjugation tables. This was quite a bit of work! On the first page, in large letters, it said:

"You are reminded to appear for the examination wearing the same clothing you wore during yesterday's punishment. In your case, this means without skirt and knickers."

"This is off to a great start," Georgie thought. "Just brilliant."

She quickly flipped to the end.

"This examination consists of three parts. The first determines how many items of clothing must be removed during punishment and possibly who may watch. The second part determines the number of strokes. The third part specifies how many and which body parts will be punished and how. Everything is listed in the following tables. Good luck with your preparation!"

Vocabulary Test (50 words will be tested)

Mistakes | Punishment

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0 | Knickers and skirt may be worn again

1-3 | No further clothing needs to be removed

4 | Blouse

5 | Bra

6-20 | Number of mistakes = number of paying pupils in the audience

20-25 | Punishment will be carried out in the assembly hall before all paying pupils

>25 | Punishment will be carried out before all pupils of the school in the theatre

Conjugation Test (30 forms)

Each mistake = one stroke

Translation

Thirty minutes before the oral examination, a short Latin text based on the material in this booklet must be translated into English. It will be corrected during the vocabulary test.

Grade | Punishment (cumulative, so B = bottom and back)

------|-----------------------------------------------

A | Bottom (paddle)

B | Back (Arabian whip)

C | Soles of feet (cane)

D | Inner thighs (cane)

E | Breasts (cane)

F | Vulva (leather whip)

Failed | You will spend the following weekend at the alumni chalet in the French Alps, where you will be further punished by a large number of alumni spending the weekend there (details will be provided on site).

So the gentlemen had come up with quite a lot! Did they have nothing better to do? But understanding all this had already taken time. It was already nine o'clock. Now it was time to study. Georgie was determined to repeat yesterday's good result. The vocabulary test seemed particularly important—to her, punishments would surely be less painful with clothing, provided she achieved at least a D+ in the translation. And less humiliating. So she got to work. There were a total of 300 vocabulary words to learn and five different conjugation tables to master!

Georgie ate nothing, drank little. No time. Before she knew it, it was time for the examination. She waited again outside the staff room. One of the committee members, another man in tweed, came out and took her to a nearby classroom.

"Here is the text. You have half an hour."

Georgie had considerable difficulties. She knew immediately she had a problem. She knew most of the vocabulary, but the grammatical constructions made no sense to her. She sweated blood and water, eventually producing a translation that made partial sense. "This is going to go badly," she thought.

Then she was already collected. The man coughed meaningfully—Georgie immediately removed her skirt and knickers. No one saw her on the way. Then she entered the room, dressed only from the waist up, and stood again in the centre of the semicircle of tables.

"So, nē... quidem?" "Erm, both... and...?" "No, not even 'not even' can you translate!"

"Decernere?" That was simple (because "descern" in English is very close): "To decide."

"Iungere?" "Erm, rejuvenate?" "No, to join."

The alumni shook their heads at such ignorance.

"Tanto?" "Erm, full?" "No, by so much." That was the third mistake.

Georgie struggled with nervousness, with an inner barrier that prevented her from accessing what she had learned.

"Accidere" "To have an accident." "No, to happen. Please remove your blouse and bring it to me."

Georgie did as instructed and now stood before the committee in just her bra. Her blouse had at least partially covered her modesty, but now her bush was completely exposed. At the next wrong answer, she would be completely naked.

The next ten vocabulary words, however, were easy, and slowly her self-confidence returned. But "metus," which she translated as "measure," cost her the bra. "Ironically, metus means fear," came the sardonic comment from one alumna as Georgie handed over her last item of clothing.

The quiz continued naked. In the end, Georgie had a total of 17 mistakes.

"Before we begin the final part of the examination, two organisational matters. The Head Boy is waiting outside—could you please ask him to come in?"

Georgina opened the door a crack and peered around. There sat Thomas De La Rue, the Head Boy or Head Prefect, who had almost the same authority as a teacher, both because he was academically excellent and because his father had made a donation that enabled the construction of the theatre. That's why the theatre was called the "De La Rue Theatre."

"You're supposed to come in, please!" Georgie said timidly.

"Thomas," the chair addressed him, "if no miracle happens and Miss Newton correctly solves all the conjugation tasks, she will be punished immediately." Turning to a woman sitting at the far end of the table who had been correcting Georgie's translation during the examination:

"Do we already know what punishments to expect?"

"Yes," she said, holding up an envelope. "Thomas, could you please pass this envelope to the chair?"

Georgie now became very nervous. She had completely forgotten about that accursed translation!

Thomas walked along the table and handed the envelope to the chair. He opened it, read it, frowned.

"This result is devastating. The examiner has given the grade 'F-.'" Georgie's knees went weak. "Actually, this grade isn't provided for. I would have preferred a 'Fail,' as this translation really can't be salvaged—it's pure fantasy. But the grade stands. We will deliberate later whether to simply impose the punishment provided for an F or to intensify it to account for the '-'."

The other committee members nodded in agreement.

"Thomas, the vocabulary test has determined that 17 paying pupils may attend the punishment, which will take place in approximately thirty minutes. I leave it to you to select them. Dinner is just finishing—perhaps you could see who wants to come. You're of course welcome to attend as well."

"Thank you, Mr Chair," said Thomas and left the room quickly. He had half an hour to find his friends!

"So, Miss Newton, you are aware of the seriousness of the situation. The punishment will be harsh, but you have the power to limit the damage. Conjugate, as a warm-up, the verb 'amare' in the present indicative."

"Amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant."

"Well, that's a fine start. Six forms successfully completed, 24 remain. Now the same word in the perfect indicative, please!"

"Amavi, amaveris, amaverit, amavimus, amavistis, amaverunt?" "Are you sure?"

Georgie thought, then nodded.

"Unfortunately, in the second and third person singular it's 'amavisti and amavit'. That makes two mistakes so far. Now please, still the same verb, the pluperfect subjunctive!"

"Amaverim, amaveris, amaverit, amaveritus, amaveritis, amaverunt." "That was, for the most part, the perfect subjunctive, though that was also wrong. That makes another six mistakes, eight in total so far. Would someone else like to take over the questioning?"

Now the alumna who had corrected the translation spoke up: "Ferre in the perfect indicative please."

"Ferri, ferris, ferrit, ferrimus, feristis, ferrunt?" Georgie asked somewhat uncertainly. "No, these forms don't exist in any language. It's 'tuli, tulisti, tulit,' and so on. Do you know absolutely nothing? Please note another six mistakes. Now the imperfect subjunctive of vereri!"

And so it continued. The most obscure verbs were tested, and Georgie didn't get another single correct answer. Blushing with shame and desperate, she stood before her judges.

"That was eleven out of thirty correct," said the chair sternly. "So a punishment of 19 strokes. We must still deliberate how to respond to your translation being graded F-. For this, we ask you to leave the room and wait in the corridor."

Georgie looked for her clothes—they were nowhere to be seen.

"Please wait outside—the evening is still long," the chair instructed her.

So she left the room naked and stood in the school staircase.

Dinner had just finished, and pupils were streaming out of the refectory opposite. Also, about 10 paying pupils, easily recognisable by their uniforms, were already waiting outside the door. They stared curiously at the naked girl; others continued their conversation and glanced over discreetly.

"My fag is really hot and has a red pin recently... you know, she got quite a thrashing at the punishment ceremony... Cecily."

"Ah yes, she's your fag? Lucky you, Julian!"

"So far I've only put her over my knee—she's assigned to sex education and can't be thrashed hard. But today I might get ideas what to do with her once she's done with this."

Georgie overheard other snippets of conversation: "The little one is really fit. And these punishments are supposed to be something else entirely compared to punishment ceremonies... (whispered) mine's already hard, my fag's waiting in my room, I'll have her help me with that, it'll be brilliant... I thought sex was forbidden?... well, she's got a red pin, I gave her the choice... oh I see..."

A group of scholarship girls who had been loitering outside the refectory for a while approached Georgie curiously and shyly.

"What's going on here?" one of them asked. "Why are you naked?"

"I'm under Academic Review. Just had my second examination. Didn't go so well. I'll be punished soon, and these boys get to watch," Georgie answered.

"Blimey. Poor you. I'm Cecily, by the way. I'm new here. And what are you waiting for out here?"

"They're still deciding how to make the punishment even harsher."

"Cor, blimey."

"Cecily, you don't belong here," Julian interrupted the conversation. "Go to my room and undress. Even if I can't thrash you hard right now, delayed isn't denied—I'll find ways to know if you don't obey!"

"Good luck!" Cecily wished Georgie as she left. "You too!" Georgie called after her. Then the door opened and Georgie went back into the staff room. In the meantime, chairs for the audience had been set up in a semicircle against the back wall. A group of scholarship girls rolled a punishment bench into the room. Two of them came over to Georgie and put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, with which she could then be secured in any position on the punishment bench.

The chair called for order, but setting up the punishment bench made some noise. When the punishment bench was installed—against the back wall so the chairs in the semicircle surrounded it—the chair asked the scholarship girls to take chairs and sit to the right and left of the punishment bench.

"I might need your assistance later, it would be nice if you could stay. Thank you! Thomas, if you could now admit the audience—seventeen, no more."

Thomas stood by the door and let one in after another. Among them were also three girls, two of them prefects. Among the boys were only four prefects, including Julian. All took their seats, the alumni in the middle of the semicircle, the pupils on the remaining chairs.

The chair spoke again.

"For the audience, I must briefly explain why Miss Newton is in this situation and what will happen next.

Miss Newton is one of the worst pupils of this institution. She has therefore been placed under Academic Review by her teachers. Every day she must work through a workbook with relevant teaching material and is then examined by us. Yesterday, in mathematics, she performed surprisingly well. Today in Latin it was all the worse. Her translation was graded F-, she narrowly avoided failing. Because of this, and her miserable oral examination, you are now in the room and she is naked. It is certain that the following punishments will be administered:

* 19 cane strokes on the soles of the feet

* 19 paddle strokes on the bottom

* 19 cane strokes on the inner thighs

* 19 leather whip strokes between the spread legs

* 19 strokes on the back with the Arabian whip

* 19 cane strokes on the breasts

This is the punishment for an F. For a fail, a needle would have been inserted into the clitoris, and Miss Newton would have spent the following weekend at the alumni chalet in the French Alps, where she would have been further punished by a large number of alumni spending the weekend there. We now faced the task of intensifying the punishment for an F- without equalling the punishment for a fail. Our decision is as follows:

Miss Newton will, for the first part of the punishment, which will be administered in the order above, be bound face up on the punishment bench, legs spread and secured behind her head. For (e) and (f) she will be secured with arms and legs to the floor or ceiling respectively.

To further intensify her punishment, she will not only be punished by committee members but also by volunteers from the audience. The audience will also be invited to further intensify her humiliation and shame at various points of the procedure."

The seventeen pupils in the audience applauded at this point.

The chair turned to the scholarship girls who had wheeled in the punishment bench: "Could you please secure Miss Newton in the position I just described?"

Two pupils took Georgie between them, each holding an arm, and led her to the punishment bench. She went willingly and lay on the hard surface of a board protruding from the punishment bench. Her arms were then secured to the sides, next to her bottom, by one scholarship girl each; two others secured her feet to the wall so that the soles of her feet were well within reach of the cane, but her vagina and anus were also exposed to the audience.

The chair positioned himself in front of the punishment bench and said: "We now have the task of administering nine punishments. The poor performance of this pupil has forced us to this. The intensified punishment provides that paying pupils will also participate in the administration. I suggest that the first nine strokes be administered by an alumnus or alumna, the remaining ten by pupils. May I first ask who among you would like to assist?"

Initially no reaction, then Thomas's arm, the Head Boy, went up—five more arms followed, only one of them female.

"No one else? Well, then everyone will get a turn, some even twice if we proceed as I suggested. But I want, as announced, to involve the entire audience, especially in the humiliation of this pupil."

"What's he planning now?" Georgie thought. "How much more can they humiliate me?"

"Therefore, I invite you to come forward in pairs and explore our delinquent's still quite intact body with eyes, hands and fingers. We'll start at the left end of the row of chairs."

A somewhat shy-looking girl sat at the end of the row. While her neighbour, a prefect, immediately went forward, she hesitated.

"You don't have to participate; in that case, however, I ask you to leave the room!" the chair said, whereupon she stood up and went to Georgie. She ran her hand over Georgie's side and stroked her lower legs, then sat down again. Her neighbour, however, was still busy thoroughly kneading Georgie's breasts, then going very close to her vagina and examining it thoroughly. Laughter in the audience.

"The next two, please!"

Georgie's body was groped and stared at by two pupils simultaneously, her labia pulled further apart, one even ran a finger over her anus. The chair had been right: she felt even more humiliated.

When it was over, the chair said: "We proceed to the first punishment, nineteen cane strokes on the soles of the feet. I'll begin. Who wants to administer the last ten strokes?"

When no one volunteered, the chair said he would administer the entire punishment unless one of his colleagues would like to...? Then the alumna who had checked Georgie's translation spoke up. "Miss Hart, wonderful."

He took a cane from a chest and drew it five times across Georgie's left sole. Then it was the right sole's turn, four times. Georgie had never been caned on the feet before and was surprised how incredibly much it hurt. Then Miss Hart took over. She left more time between strokes—the pain had just subsided when the next stroke came. Georgie didn't cry out, but whimpered softly with each stroke.

Then applause. The chair stood up again. "Next are 19 paddle strokes on the bottom. Who would like to?"

Several arms went up; he chose a blond, athletic boy about Georgie's age. Then he took from the chest a device that looked more like an oversized cooking spoon with a hole in the middle.

"Would any of my colleagues like to?"

A rough-looking, rather old bald man volunteered and was given the paddle. He swung wide and delivered four strokes on the left, five on the right buttock. On Georgie's bottom, the shape of the "spoon" showed up precisely in red and white. Georgie suffered great pain but made no sound. The alumnus handed the spoon to the blond pupil. This one first examined up close the marks his predecessor had left. Then he made a big show of swinging wide, but then stopped just before delivering the stroke. He apparently found it funny, and his friends too, that Georgie's eyes closed in fear, but the pain didn't come. Then, however, he struck lustfully, with a cruel grin. This time Georgie cried out. She also cried out for the next nine strokes. Her bottom looked green and blue afterwards.

"Thank you, Robert," said the chair. "Next are 19 cane strokes on the inner thighs. These are, after all, particularly accessible in this position!"

This time one of the girls volunteered as executioner. Georgie saw with horror that it was one of her former prefects. From the beginning she had not gotten along with her and had often been cruelly punished by her. The elderly alumna who had volunteered for the first nine strokes went first. She didn't strike hard, but the cane was sharp. It felt like a knife blade and left marks like cuts. Now Bryony, that was the name of Georgie's former prefect, stepped forward and took the cane. For practice, she let it whistle several times through the air. Georgie closed her eyes. Then Bryony struck. The third stroke made Georgie cry out loudly. Then she regained her composure but cried continuously from the seventh to the tenth stroke.

When she had calmed down, the chair stood up again. Bryony had meanwhile sat down. "Next comes what many of you have been eagerly anticipating: Miss Newton will be struck directly with the leather whip," and he pointed to Georgie's spread vagina, "on the vulva. But we want to let this thought sink in a bit first, for us and for her. The previous punishments have left marks that we should attend to. Who would like to apply a medically very effective, healing, but initially very painful cream to the affected areas?"

Several hands went up. The chair selected two boys who went at it with great enthusiasm. Each got a tube of cream and applied it to Georgie's bottom and thighs, one from each side. At first it was soothing, but then the cream burned on all skin areas that had been struck; it was as if Georgie was experiencing all the strokes at once again.

When the boys were finished, they wanted to return to their seats but were stopped by the chair: "And what about her feet?" So those were creamed too.

The audience then watched for a while as Georgie writhed under the burning pain. When she slowly calmed down and the pain subsided, the chair stood up again.

"For many of us, what follows now is the highlight of the punishment. Who would like to be the executioner?"

Five hands went up.

"I don't want to disappoint anyone and suggest that each of you administer two strokes. I myself will take the first nine."

He reached for the leather whip: a kind of belt that ended not in a buckle but in a handle. He let it whistle a few times through the air. Then he almost lovingly laid the whip end on Georgie's spread labia before raising his right arm and bringing the whip down between Georgie's legs. A loud smack filled the room, but from Georgie one only heard an intake of breath. In the audience, a girl moaned, whether in sympathy or sadistic pleasure, was unclear.

Again the leather whip rested on Georgie's vulva. Then the next stroke. Each stroke was harder than the previous one. Always these pauses. At stroke five, Georgie began to cry out. At the ninth stroke, she let out a primal scream. Applause in the audience.

The five pupils who had volunteered as executioners now lined up next to the punishment bench, including a girl. In turn, they took the leather whip and struck twice. None reached the intensity of the chair, but by this point Georgie was continuously screaming.

Then it was over. The chair stood up and examined Georgie's vulva up close. It was green and blue.

"To accelerate the healing process, we need another volunteer to apply the wound cream." Three boys volunteered, and he selected one. "Would you like to put on latex gloves?" The boy shook his head, took the cream tube and applied a generous amount to Georgie's outer labia.

The chair advised him: "Make sure the cream can also work inside!"

So the boy inserted his creamed fingers into Georgie's vagina and applied cream to the inner labia and vaginal walls. As before, this was first a cooling relief; then it began to burn so that Georgie began whimpering again.

Again the chair let some time pass before he asked the scholarship girls to prepare Georgie for the final phase of the punishment, the whipping of her back and breasts. For this, her cuffs were released from the punishment bench. With her back to the audience, she was then secured standing, with legs spread, to beams at about 2m height and at floor level. The whipping of her back could begin.

This time a somewhat plump alumnus took on the task of administering the first nine whip strokes. Georgie had abandoned her self-discipline and pride and was screaming at the top of her lungs. The pupil selected for the next ten strokes couldn't really control this heavy whip, so only a few strokes actually hurt.

Finally, Georgie was turned around and now stood facing the audience (and her breasts). The chair held the cane again that had already cut her thighs so badly. Again five paying pupils wanted to participate, and again he assigned each two strokes. He himself administered the first nine. In the end, Georgie's beautiful breasts were decorated with deep red and purple stripes. Finally, her stripes, front and back, were nicely creamed again.

The chair spoke one last time:

"Thank you all for participating in this punishment. Let us hope it serves as a lesson for Miss Newton and that she performs better tomorrow. Tomorrow's material is again Latin, because today's examination was so inadequate. The material remains the same, but the punishments will be further intensified.

One final announcement: Dr Hills has suggested that it would be a deterrent example for all red- and yellow-scholarship pupils if they could see Georgie in her current state. Therefore, all scholarship pupils of the school are waiting outside and will, after the paying pupils have left the room, have to examine Miss Newton. I ask Miss Newton to stand here in the middle of the room for this purpose!"

A long procession of scholarship pupils now passed by Georgie. Many had already been physically punished, all had heard how severe the punishments at this school were. But they had never seen anything like this.

Dr Hills reminded them: "Alumni have the final say in this school. Not only an academic review, but also a disciplinary review can lead to punishments of this kind! So always work hard and always obey!"

Though she could hardly sit or lie down, Georgie tried to improve her Latin that night and barely slept. In her pigeonhole she found this punishment table the next morning:

Vocabulary Test (50 words will be tested)

Mistakes | Punishment

---------|-----------

0 | Clothes may be worn again

1-10 | Number of mistakes = number of paying pupils in the audience

11-15 | Punishment will be carried out in the assembly hall before all paying pupils

15+ | Punishment will be carried out in the assembly hall before all pupils

Translation

Thirty minutes before the oral examination, a short Latin text based on the material in this booklet must be translated into English. It will be corrected during the vocabulary test.

Grade | Punishment (cumulative, so B = bottom and back)

------|-----------------------------------------------

A | Two needles inserted under the skin of the abdomen

B | One needle through each nipple

C | Two needles through the outer labia

D | Two needles through the inner labia

E | One needle through the clitoris

F | You will spend the following weekend at the alumni chalet in the French Alps, where you will be further punished by a large number of alumni spending the weekend there (details will be provided on site). Afterwards you will be permanently expelled from the school.

Georgie knew exactly: she had no chance.