The Girls College Ch. 09

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The sun had risen over London, birds were excitedly chirping as many people started their daily commute. It was Wednesday the sixth of September, the summer holidays were over.

As the bright rays of sunlight kissed the glistening windows of London Girls’ College for the first time that day, Paul Edwards was already wide awake. He had been, quite rudely, awoken by an agitated Jessica Lewis and marched to the cafeteria, completely naked. For breakfast, he was fed scrambled eggs, violently rammed down his throat by Jessica’s feet. After being fed he had been shoved into the row of showers along the wall of the hostel’s large bathroom.

Jessica kept an eye on him as he showered, making sure he cleaned himself properly. She was content and quickly marched him back downstairs to the room he had slept in for the last two days.

He had picked up on the fact that she was wearing a different uniform to the one he had seen her in the past few days. Instead of the light blue one-piece dress, she was clothed in a navy blue skirt, reaching down to about two or three inches above the knee, as well as a short sleeved white dress shirt and tie. The tie was navy blue with light blue stripes on it and the school’s crest embroidered

“Put on your uniform, you have five minutes,” is all she said as she left the room and locked it behind her.

Paul winced as the door was slammed shut and found himself standing in the middle of the room, all by himself. For a few moments he stood in complete silence, processing everything that had happened to him since Sunday. The welts that Miss Johnson had left across his body had barely healed; it hurt his bruised soles just to stand on them. He had eaten seven meals off the feet of a woman, Jessica and the black-haired Laura Klein took turns in shoving their sweaty feet into his mouth at each one.

Tuesday was his least eventful day so far, he was fed breakfast before receiving several sets of school uniforms for the year and he had to pack his clothes into his wardrobe to find that all the underwear he had packed had been replaced by girls’ panties. After lunch he was taken to the large bathroom where Nurse Lilly treated his welts with several different lotions and creams. This took her nearly two hours, as she generously treated all of his bruises with a lot of care. Dinner was quite early, around five o’ clock. Paul spent half an hour at the small feet of Laura Klein before having to wash his own dishes. At six he was taken to his room, where Laura inspected his wardrobe and bed. Finally, at seven, he was allowed to go to bed. This didn’t mean that he would sleep, but it meant that he could have some time to himself. Only after nine o’clock did he finally doze off.

He slowly walked across the cold tile floor towards the wardrobe, built into the wall next to his bed. His arm reached out and he slowly opened the door, revealing the contents of the closet. Paul’s eyes immediately shot down to the fourteen pairs of light pink thong panties on the second shelf from the bottom.

Slowly he took from the wardrobe a pair of panties and a one-piece light blue dress, identical to the ones Jessica and Laura had been wearing for the past few days. It was a dress that reached about two and a half inches above the knee, with a white V-neck collar that dove down to just above the cleavage of the average girl’s breasts. Along with the panties and dress, Paul also withdrew a pair of frilly white ankle socks and a pair of black leather Mary Jane school shoes that he had to polish extensively the day before.

The only part of the normal girls’ uniform boys didn’t get to wear was the signature London Girls College straw boater hat with a light blue ribbon running around the top. These hats were solely worn by the female students, whose hats were their pride. Boys weren’t allowed to wear straw boaters, they weren’t worthy of them.

Paul sighed loudly to himself as he looked down at the uniform on the bed and his shoes on the floor. He hadn’t worn any proper clothing since Sunday, and tried to take it as a positive that he didn’t have to walk around in the nude any more, albeit that his nudity had to be covered by girls’ underwear, a dress, and frilly socks.

Reluctantly he stepped into the pink thong panties, pulling it up so that the string comfortably sat between his buttocks. He looked down at the little bulge his penis created in the thin material of the panties and disappointedly sighed. Next, Paul took the dress from the bed and awkwardly wiggled into it from the bottom, not knowing whether he was doing it right. He closed the zip on his left side and found that the dress fit him quite snugly, a perfect fit.

He sat down on the bed and slipped the frilly socks onto his size six feet. Frilly socks weren’t standard with the College’s uniform, and were instead a special request by the prefects specifically for Paul. For a few moments Paul blankly stared straight at his feet, Betturkey dressed in girly white socks. They were very soft on his skin and very comfortable to wear, yet he was still profusely embarrassed to wear them.

Finally he reached down to the floor and undid the buckles of his Mary Jane school shoes. His feet fit perfectly inside and he slowly did the buckles up once more. He wiggled his feet around and looked at them in a mix of anger and disappointment in himself. Nonetheless, he stood up from the bed and lumbered towards the door of the room.

Just as he was about to reach for the knob it turned and the door flew open. Through it emerged Jessica Lewis, now wearing her straw boater hat proudly upon her head. She looked at Paul, who was stood before her in his school dress and frilly socks. A quiet chuckle was followed by a firm grasp of his shoulder as she shoved him onto the bed nearest to the door.

She didn’t speak a word as she pushed Paul back and pushed up his dress to inspect below it. Holding up the material of the dress her eyes danced across his crotch to see the cute pink panties he had to wear. Once again, she chuckled. Jessica instructed him to turn over and get on all fours, which he did, leading to her pushing his dress up again to see his firm bottom with the dimple of his anus scarcely covered by the thin string of his thong panties. A firm slap landed on his bottom, already covered in welts from his appointment with Miss Johnson. He hissed and heard a barely audible tsk tsk come from Jessica’s mouth. The young lady pulled him up by his waist and positioned him so that he was standing on his knees before her.

Bending down in front of him, she placed four of her fingers on his leg, starting from the end of the light blue dress down to the top of his knee.

“Barely,” she whispered to herself as she stood upright once more. “The first years will be arriving soon, it’s time to go. Come on.”

*****

The large clock atop the roof of the Jane Marwood Hall struck half past seven, the first school day of the year had begun. Excited whispers and giggles filled the campus as students flooded in through the front gate of the College. Everyone was curious to see the new boy in the school; it was always the highlight of the first assembly, the new boy’s induction ceremony.

Second, third and final year students all entered, two hundred and seven enthusiastic pairs of feet filled the concrete pathways of London Girls College with the exuberant click-clacks of Mary Jane school shoes.

The first year girls were held at the front gate, standing in several cliques as they eagerly talked to each other. Their enthusiasm could be felt in the air, as they prepared to enter the College where they would be taught the ways of a real lady. Several bags and suitcases of luggage were packed into black mini-vans and driven through the gate towards the Jane Marwood Hall.

Three boys, dressed in identical blue dresses to the rest of the girls of the College, had to carry and tug the luggage from the vans and bring all of it to the doorsteps of the respective hostels, under the strict supervision of matrons to ensure that no contents were stolen from the cases.

*****

“You’re going to be acting as a little doormat for the first year students,” explained Jessica Lewis, adjusting the straw boater hat atop her head. “Afterwards, I’ll escort you to the back of the hall and hand you over to one of the teachers, you’ll be fastened to the cross and your initiation ceremony will begin.”

Paul gulped at the pretty girl’s words. He was definitely not ready for his initiation. He didn’t know what it entailed, however he feared for the worst based on his experiences the past few days. He obediently walked ahead of Jessica as they exited Jane House. It was very quiet outside, all the non-first-year students had filed into the Jane Marwood Hall. The only students yet to enter the Hall were the first years, all patiently waiting outside the large gate of the school.

“Strip down to those pretty little panties of yours,” instructed Jessica as they reached the steps leading up to the door of the Hall. For a few moments he hovered, but quickly bent down to undo the buckles of the leather Mary Jane shoes on his feet. As he kicked them off he hobbled on one leg as he pulled off his socks, balling them up and putting one in each of his shoes. Jessica watched his every move as he undid the zipper on the side of his dress and awkwardly pulled it off his frail body. “Hand everything to me.”

He looked up at her and replied with an intimidated nod, she could tell he was terrified. Paul bent forward and picked up the leather shoes with his white ankle socks stuffed inside. He went to hand Jessica the dress first, but she slapped his hand away and told him to fold it first. Flinching at the sharp slap he quickly did his best to fold it neatly. He handed her the dress, placing Betturkey Giriş it in her arms that were held out. On top of the dress he placed his shoes and socks.

“Good boy,” Jessica said, looking down at the dress and shoes in her arms, before looking back at the boy. She herded the boy up the few low steps to the closed front doors of the Hall. The dress and shoes were placed down on the floor and she turned her attention to him. Her large hands gestured for him to lay flat on the floor.

Hesitantly he bent down and kicked out his legs before laying back. Jessica made him shuffle around to ensure he was perfectly aligned with the middle of the doors, seemingly just to assert her dominance over him just a little bit more. When she was happy with his position, she bent down next to him, leaning in close to his frightened face.

“When the girls use you like the worthless little doormat you are, you are going to thank each one,” she said, almost menacingly. “You are going to take in each of their scents, and you will appreciate each one. Every single one. Lucky for you, nowadays we have to take our shoes off before trampling putrid boy bodies like yours. Don’t expect such kindness in the hostel though, dear, we make our own rules in there.”

She saw his eyes were filled with fear and hatred, he was seemingly shaking.

“You don’t need to be mad at me, love,” she cooed in response to his facial expression. “Needs must, it’s tradition. If you haven’t realized yet, the College is very serious about tradition. Especially when it comes to you boys, you need to be kept in line, sometimes it’s good to be put in your place so that you don’t forget where you belong in life.”

With a sinister giggle she stood up and reminded him not to move, as if he would dare to at this point anyway, before quickly strutting away with his folded dress and polished shoes. And so, the nearly naked boy waited on the hard concrete where he lay, the cool wind blowing across his body making him shiver. He could feel the welts on his bottom against the floor, he was in a great level of discomfort, but he dared not move.

*****

“Girls, let me introduce you to Paul Edwards, the boy you’ll have the pleasure of using for your four year stay,” the voice of Miss Vanessa Smith announced as she reached the top step leading up to the closed doors of the Hall. She dug the three inch heel of her signature black pump lightly into his soft chest as she continued speaking, the boy groaned softly. “You’ll have a more thorough introduction in a few minutes, but first I would like you to enter the hall as tradition states. Miss Carter will assist you in mounting the boy and then guide you along as you step across his body. Unfortunately, you will have to remove your shoes before doing so.”

A few giggles came from the new students at Miss Smith’s last sentence.

“There’s no particular order, so if you’d just all get in a nice single file line, I’ll let Miss Carter help you across this little doormat.”

Miss Smith smiled at them once more before turning on her heels and elegantly stepping away, opening the large doors of the Hall. As the doors opened, all two-hundred-and-seven girls stood up from their seats in unison.

*****

Miss Jennifer Carter, dressed in an elegant beige dress with a beautiful floral pattern upon it, stood at the top step of the staircase waiting for the first girl to ascend. She had placed a low wooden step at the boy’s head. The first girl approached, Amanda Schmidt.

Amanda was just over five and a half feet tall and her long strawberry blonde hair was done into an upstyle ponytail that hung about a quarter of the way down her back. She had gorgeous blue eyes and smiled sweetly as she graciously climbed the few steps towards Miss Carter. As she reached the top step she looked down at the boy, who nervously looked back up at her.

The girl eagerly bent down and started to undo the buckles of her shoes. As she stood upright she graciously lifted her right leg and removed the shoe from it. Jennifer held out the palm of her hand and smiled sweetly as Amanda gently placed her size six leather shoe inside. She repeated the process for the left shoe, which was also placed in the hands of Jennifer Carter.

“One more thing, girls,” Jennifer announced as Amanda stepped onto the wooden step at the nude boy’s head. “Unfortunately, there are limitations to exactly where you can step on the boy.”

She lifted her right foot, clad in a shimmering beige round toe pump and pressed the toe into Paul’s forehead, making him grunt uncomfortably as his head was pressed harshly against the concrete.

“Your first step will be placed right here on his ugly little face, make sure you press your foot down nice and hard, let him appreciate your scent,” as she applied more and more pressure with the hard toe of her pump. “The second step is to be placed squarely on Betturkey Güncel Giriş his genitals,” before she could even demonstrate with the sole of her own pump, Paul sighed softly. The round toe of her high heel shoe softly pressed into his soft testicles. He bit his upper lip to avoid making a noise as she softly, yet painfully, applied her sole to his most intimate part. “You’ll notice Paul is wearing a pair of adorable pink panties, we thought it best to provide some modesty. Don’t feel too bad about stepping on them, as they will be removed shortly.”

A few chuckles came from the first year girls, now stood in a long single-file line.

Amanda looked down at the boy, he was clearly terrified. They made brief eye contact, and he found it hard to believe that a young lady with such a gentle facial expression and kind eyes would be trampling his body. Jennifer held out her unoccupied hand for Amanda to hold. The girl lightly gripped it and Jennifer let her take the first step.

Her socked left foot was placed squarely on his face, yet only lightly. He reluctantly took in her scent, it was barely noticeable as her feet weren’t sweaty, but it was definitely there. It wasn’t even a full second before she fully stepped onto his face. His head was pushed suddenly against the hard floor. Her socked foot wrapped around his face as she rested her entire weight on his body.

He felt her shift her weight forward, before the right foot touched his manhood. It was much worse than the first step. He groaned very loudly as all of her body weight was rested on his penis, encased in a silk thong. This torture lasted longer, as Jennifer let Amanda twist her foot around to let the pain linger for a few seconds longer.

Finally she stepped off and Jennifer handed the polished Mary Jane shoes over. Amanda dropped her shoes toe the floor and inserted her feet into them, before gracefully bending down and fastening the thin leather straps. She got up and looked at Jennifer, who gestured for her to enter the hall.

*****

It was barely twenty seconds before the next girl was undoing the buckles of her school shoes. Sarah-Lee Stevens was a very tall young lady, standing at exactly six foot. She wore size ten shoes, as picked up by Jennifer as she looked inside out of curiosity. Her large feet climbed the step so that she could look down at the nearly nude boy from even higher than before. They made eye contact, Sarah-Lee smirked sinfully.

The matron and the students’ hands touched and held onto each other as Sarah-Lee plunged down from the step and placed her socked size ten foot directly on his face, covering most of it. The scent of her foot was much more noticeable, and Paul didn’t like it one bit. It was a strong, pungent odour of sweat which was nearly unbearable. Her foot was slightly damp as well, adding to the overall discomfort of the boy.

Her weight lent forward as Amanda’s did, but Sarah-Lee’s added weight made it even worse. Paul groaned loudly, nearly screamed, as Sarah-Lee’s right foot was placed on his manhood. Crushing his testicles as she stepped off, and leaving a dull pain in the boy’s lower abdomen, Sarah-Lee was handed her shoes and allowed to enter the hall.

After Jennifer watched the tall brunette enter the hall, she turned her attention to the poor boy below her and violently dug her heel into his chest.

“You are to be dead silent for the remainder of this, do you understand me?” she said aggressively, digging the three inch heel of her shoe as deeply into his chest as she could. As she retracted the heel from his flesh, leaving a dark red mark, she bent down next to him. “This is the most important part of any girl’s first day at the College; I will not have it ruined by a worthless piece of shit like you. If you continue, I will have no choice but to plug your mouth with a dirty sock.”

*****

That morning, seventy three young ladies trampled the frail body of Paul Edwards with their socked feet. First placing their one foot across his round face, then the next foot perfectly on his poor penis. He didn’t think he could take more torture than what he had just endured, but when he was forced to stand up from the concrete, he noticed it had only just begun.

The back of his head had a dull throbbing pain, as it had been repeatedly pressed down against the harsh cement tile below him. He could barely feel his manhood, or rather what was left of it. The last bit of dignity he thought he had, was gone. Paul’s self-worth had been broken, and it had only taken one hundred and forty six socked feet to do it.

“You did well, boy,” said Miss Jennifer Carter, circling the boy and visually examining his body for any marks. She stopped between his spread legs and extended her right leg, before starting to rub the rough surface of the worn high heel shoe lightly against his testicles. Applying slight pressure to his already pained sac, forcing out a groan from his mouth, she continued. “You know, most boys struggle a lot more than you did, but I’d argue you’ve already accepted your place in this college, your new place in society.”

One hard push into his sac by the toe of her shoe was given, before she swiftly spun around on the heel of the other.

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