Gold Medal Slave Academy

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Chapter 1: General Provisions

1. To ensure the smooth progress of the admissions work of the Golden Slave Academy and to protect the legitimate rights and interests of candidates, this charter
is formulated in accordance with the relevant provisions of the "Slave Law of the Muxi Kingdom" and the "Higher Education Law of the Muxi Kingdom," and in

light of the specific circumstances of the admissions work of the Golden Slave Academy.

2. The admissions work of the Golden Slave Academy follows
the principles of "fair competition, impartial selection, open procedures, comprehensive assessment of moral character, intelligence, and physical fitness, and selection of the best candidates."

3. The admissions work of the Golden Slave Academy is subject to
supervision by the discipline inspection and supervision departments, candidates, the media, and all sectors of society.

Chapter 2: Organizational Structure

4. The Golden Slave Academy establishes an Admissions Leading Group, responsible for formulating the admissions charter, admissions plan, and
admissions policies, and discussing and deciding on major admissions matters.

5. The Admissions Office of the Golden Slave Academy is the permanent institution responsible for organizing and implementing the admissions work of the academy, and is responsible for
the daily work of the academy's admissions.

6. The Admissions Office of the Golden Slave Academy establishes admissions working groups as needed, which assist the
Admissions Office in carrying out admissions publicity, interviews, training, and admissions.

Chapter 3: Planning and Admission

7. The Golden Slave Academy admits students categorized into female slaves, maids, and servants. The planned enrollment
is 30 students, with outstanding students receiving a Golden Slave Certificate.

8. The Golden Slave Academy recruits healthy women aged 16-24. Applicants must
have some understanding of slave work and voluntarily undergo 30 days of intensive, closed-door training.

9. Priority will be given to applicants with artistic talents.

10. Outstanding graduates will be guaranteed placement in high-quality private residences for private service.

Chapter Four: Supplementary Provisions

11. The academy promises that no fees will be charged throughout the training process.

12. The academy's program is five years long. During these five years, the academy will be responsible for all the applicant's freedom,
as stipulated in the contract, and neither party may breach the contract.

13. Free training includes basic knowledge classes, psychology classes, physical training classes, and experiential classes,
lasting 30 days.

14. Successful trainees will participate in a public auction, with all proceeds going to the academy.

15. This charter is subject to interpretation by the Golden Slave Academy Admissions Office.

Interview Address: Moore Manor, West Suburbs

Interview Time: 9:00 AM, March 12th

Contact Person: Ms. Chen

Admissions Inquiry Hotline:

Chapter 1: Preparing to Apply

Song Jiaxin held this admissions brochure in her hand, hesitating whether to apply. At 19 years old,
she was the only daughter of the CEO of Hengshun Real Estate. Tall and gentle, she was
the apple . However, a family gathering three months ago became the end of her happiness. Whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made one, it's
impossible to know. She only knew that when she rushed home from university, her three-story villa had been reduced to ashes.
Her parents , grandparents, maternal grandparents, and even her uncles and aunts were all dead.

Her home was gone, and her father's company had collapsed. She only then realized that the company was riddled with problems, its members
scattered , and after declaring bankruptcy, she was not only left with nothing but also heavily in debt. The astronomical figure of 2 million yuan
was unimaginable for a second-year dance student like herself. It was at this moment that a friend gave her this admissions brochure.

In the Kingdom of Muxi, the topic of female slaves was not a private matter. Having
experienced , she had some understanding of slavery. Men in the Kingdom of Muxi could bring service women
home. These women were categorized into three types: female slaves, maids, and servants. Female slaves were the highest rank,
with very , but the requirements were also high. First, they had to pass professional slave academy training and obtain qualification certificates.
Second, as female slaves, they had to obey all orders and demands of their masters at all times. The salary of a top-tier female slave was usually
around 100,000 yuan per month, and they would sometimes receive rewards if their masters were in a good mood. Even though they might endure
various , many girls were still willing to do it. After all, masters would not actually kill their slaves, as this
would be subject to legal punishment, and if a slave was damaged, it would have to be replaced, which was not cost-effective.

She also clearly remembered that her father had taken her to visit the public slave auction held every two months, which took place
on the large lawn of Mole Manor, divided into three sections: female slave section, maid section, and servant section. The auction
was bustling with activity, as countless buyers moved about. The female slaves, dressed in identical black
lace bikinis, knelt in large, transparent glass cases, each bearing a number on their chest.
Below each number was the starting price set by the organizers—the Gold Medal Slave Academy—based on each slave's qualifications.
There was only , two Silver Medal slaves, three Bronze Medal slaves, and the rest were collectively known as Basic Slaves. Their numbers were limited; due to
initial enrollment restrictions and a strict evaluation system, there would be no more than four Basic Slaves.
Young Jiajia, after enthusiastically observing the auction with her father, only bought the
lowest-ranking but cheapest maid to help her mother with housework, as needed. They didn't consider buying any female slaves.

Jiajia wasn't unaware that many wealthy young men even brought female slaves to various public occasions and humiliated them,
even competing with each other to see whose slave was more obedient and charming, thus gaining everyone's respect. She
had personally witnessed female slaves being forced to kneel in hotel lobbies by their masters, their buttocks completely exposed and covered in
bruises. But she really couldn't think of any other way to make money. She kept comforting herself, it was only five years, after
which she would only be 24 years old, and it would be enough time to escape slavery, get married, and have children. In addition, she had
artistic talent, and she was very confident in her figure and appearance. She was determined to study at the Gold Medal Slave Academy
and hoped to do her best to obtain the unique title of Gold Medal Slave, even if it meant suffering a lot.

Chapter Two: The Interview

The 12th was a bright Saturday. Out of politeness, Jiajia arrived at Mole Manor on time at 8:40 am.
At the entrance of the manor, two women wearing golden masks guided her into the main building. The interview was on the second floor of the main building.
Mole Manor is an architecturally styled European-style villa, originally the private residence of a wealthy man in the Kingdom of Muxi. It was later purchased by
the Golden Slave Academy as an interview and training venue, and the city-wide bi-monthly slave auction is also
held here. Jiajia went to the second floor and handed her application form to the person in charge at the top of the stairs, receiving...
A number 24 indicated that many girls had arrived earlier than her.

The application form clearly stated that the interview consisted of three parts. The first part was a basic information
test , including common measurements like height, weight, and bust/waist/hip measurements. The academy also used
advanced equipment such as skin color testing machines and body proportion assessment machines. This first part was computer-controlled and intelligent, making
cheating and alteration impossible. The second part was a basic interview, reportedly
conducted by the dean himself, assessing the candidates' basic demeanor through their answers and conversation. The third part involved a virtual scenario
setting , where candidates drew lots to role-play before entering the examination room, experiencing a small taste of being a slave.
With a mix of nervousness and excitement, Jiajia entered the first room. The skin color testing machine
, about two meters high and resembling a large black glass panel, required the test subject to stand in front of it; after five seconds,
a score sheet would appear from a connected printer. The body proportion test resembled a weighing scale, reportedly
generating a weak current that traveled to various parts of the body to measure precise values such as fat content in the upper and lower limbs. The first
round of interviews was quick, lasting only about three minutes. After the test, Jiajia went to the door of the room for the second round of interviews
and waited in line.

She couldn't help but secretly observe the other candidates. Some
were touching up their makeup, some were practicing their appearance in front of the mirror, and some were resting with their eyes closed. Most of them had great figures, and a few were quite beautiful. Her psychological pressure
grew. The entire corridor was very quiet, with only the clicking of high heels as candidates went in and out. "
Number 24, Song Jiaxin!" It was her turn! Jiajia quickly stood up, walked to the door as gracefully as possible, and knocked
three times lightly. She heard a dignified yet solemn voice inside say, "Please come in." Jiajia noticed there were
three examiners inside. The one on the far left was a handsome young man; she noticed his
eyes light up when she entered. The one in the middle was a middle-aged man over forty, probably the legendary dean. The one
on the right was a stern-looking middle-aged woman, around thirty-five years old. The interview
was brief. After a one-minute self-introduction, a few questions were asked, such as: Was your application to this
academy voluntary? How much do you know about slave work? What do you consider your greatest strength?
The three teachers seemed quite satisfied with Jiajia; the handsome man on her left even smiled and waved to her repeatedly.

In the third part of the interview, Jiajia drew the topic "A little slave punished by her master for breaking a vase."
After three minutes of preparation, she entered room number three. The room was decorated much like
the discipline room in her old home used to punish maids. A long wooden table stood in the center, and a man in a silver mask stood beside it,
holding a rattan cane about the thickness of a little finger. Jiajia walked over hesitantly, facing the man without daring to speak.
"Miss," the man suddenly said, "I think you haven't fulfilled your duties as a slave. Don't you have
anything to say to me?" Jiajia immediately realized what was happening, kneeling down and saying in a trembling voice,
"S-Sir, I'm sorry, I accidentally broke the vase. Please...please punish me..."
"Okay, lie down on that wooden table and try your best to stick your butt out." Jiajia's tears were almost in her eyes,
but she had no choice but to silently lie down and laboriously raise her buttocks. "Whoosh—smack!" Even though she was
mentally prepared, the first blow still made her cry out in pain. Although she had been spanked by
her mother , this was the first time she had ever experienced such pain. However, a cold voice came from behind, "Miss,
I think you should know very well that you are in an interview. I don't want to hear any unnecessary noise." Jiajia snapped back to reality,
inwardly cursing herself for being so weak. Before she could think, the second lash of the cane came whistling through the air
. Even through her underwear, stockings, and skirt, Jiajia felt as if her buttocks were on fire,
but she dared not move or scream, while desperately arching her back. The man seemed satisfied with her performance,
giving her only six lashes on her tender buttocks before helping her up and instructing her to go through another door to
the infirmary treatment. He then pressed a bell to let the next interviewee in.

When Jiajia arrived at the infirmary next door, she found seven or eight other candidates, all with their buttocks exposed.
Some had only slight redness and swelling, while others were more serious. A nurse was
applying medicine to a girl about her age, and Jiajia waited beside her. After carefully removing her stockings and underwear,
she discovered that the injuries weren't as serious as she had thought. Six distinct
red welts rose on her fair, egg-like buttocks, feeling somewhat rough to the touch. After applying medicine and resting for a while, she got up and went home. The admissions
staff said she would know the interview results by tomorrow at the latest.

The next day was Sunday. When Jiajia woke up, she found a text message on her phone: "Hello
Song Jiaxin , congratulations on successfully passing the Golden Slave Academy interview and being admitted. If you confirm your participation in the academy's training,
please meet at Mole Manor at 1 PM on the 13th. The 30-day fully enclosed training will begin on the 14th. The academy
will provide all necessary living supplies. Please use the morning to take care of your personal matters. Please reply upon receipt, thank you." Jiajia
's feelings were incredibly complex. She jumped out of bed and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her perfect figure and angelic
face. Was she really going to become a slave, to endure all sorts of unimaginable humiliation, to accept all kinds of
torture? Yesterday's six strokes of the cane were hardly a warm-up. Once she became a slave, there would be no
room . After carefully considering it for 20 minutes, she told herself to be strong, to be independent, and to rely on herself to earn money.
She decisively replied: "Received, attending the training!" After seeing the words "Message sent," she slowly closed
her eyes. The poor girl had no idea how painful these 30 days of training would be,
or how helpless her life would be for the next five years.

Chapter 3: First Meeting, Please Take Care of Me

A prominent banner hung at the entrance of Mole Manor, reading "Welcome New Students." On both sides stood guides in uniform
black leather uniforms, directing the new students to register on the first floor of the main building. After confirming their information was correct, they signed
a contract. The contract mainly covered their five-year commitment to the academy's arrangements, salary payment methods, etc.
After signing, they went to the second floor to the meeting room where they had their interviews yesterday. Jiajia successfully completed everything and arrived at
the The middle-aged woman from yesterday was in charge of the meeting. After calling out the students' names one by one, she
began her expressionless lecture: "First of all, welcome to the Gold Medal Slave Academy. You 30 are the students who were interviewed yesterday..."
To the top performers: I am the head of this training program. You can call me Sister Sha, and we'll
see each other often. Second, starting tomorrow, the formal 30-day training will begin. You are not allowed to
contact . The first 10 days will cover basic knowledge. There will be classroom tests every day, and your
performance in other areas will be combined to give you a daily score. These scores, along with the final test on the tenth
day , will determine your class assignments. Out of the 30 of you, ten will
receive training as female slaves, ten as maids, and ten as maids. I won't go into the differences between these three; you
all understand. Third, I want you to understand that the nature of this academy is to train slaves. These 30 days of training will be
extremely painful and difficult. Everyone should be mentally prepared. Specific details will be shown at the end of the course schedule.
The general requirement is one thing: obedience. The word "why" is a major taboo in this academy. No matter what the instruction is,
as long as you understand it, just do it. That's all I have to say. Now, line up according to the student numbers you received during registration. I
will take you to visit the training venue."

Jiajia and the others didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of this stern female teacher. They quickly lined up and followed the teacher out of
the main building. Jiajia's student number was 1. Number 1 (later revealed to be due to the highest interview score)
led the . They crossed a large, lush green lawn and arrived at a four-story white building. Upon entering, they found themselves in a
spacious hall, easily 200 square meters in size, without any partitions. A full
wall , and thick wool carpets covered the floor. To the right of the entrance stood a two-meter-high transparent
glass cabinet containing common instruments of torture such as whips, rulers, and perforated wooden boards. A bucket on one side held several vines
and a large bundle of rope. Some of the girls couldn't help but gasp upon seeing these items. Sister Sha explained as they walked:
"This is where we'll meet every morning and evening. Meetings will be held promptly at 7:30 AM and 9:30 PM
. No one may request leave for any reason." The hall on the first floor served as the dining hall, resembling
a university cafeteria, except that there were only tables, no chairs. This was because, regardless of whether they were
female slaves, maids, or servants, standing to eat was considered the proper way to do so. The second floor houses several classrooms for general classes. There's
a brightly lit dance studio, complete with barre and support posts; another classroom that looks like a theory class, with
30 small, low tables neatly arranged—unsurprisingly, classes are held in a kneeling position; and a strange-looking
classroom, though large, filled with oddly shaped tables and shelves. The astute Jiajia
suddenly had a bad feeling. The second floor also includes a medical room and a small library. On one side of the third floor
are various testing areas, such as final exams, while the other side is used for punishment—warnings to
disobedient students—and for experiential classes. For example, experiencing various forms of hanging takes place in a
room with adjustable ropes, and being forced to sit after a severe beating takes place in a room only tall enough for one person to sit in.
Sister Sha explains casually, while some girls are already crying with fear. The door to the fourth floor is locked.
Sister Sha explains that that's the exclusive area for female slaves after class assignments, and she won't be showing it to them.

Sister Sha led everyone down to the underground level, which turned out to be a completely different world. The first thing they saw
was the cold, three large characters: "Punishment Room." When Sister Sha opened the door, everyone gasped.
One entire wall was covered with all sorts of tools. Sharp-eyed students noticed a small
pool of water, about one square meter in size, filled with terrifying vines soaking in it. When they entered,
three women in bikinis were diligently scrubbing the floor, while three men supervised their
actions with leather paddles. Their bodies were covered in colorful bruises, their buttocks practically covered in unblemished flesh. One woman
glanced at Jiajia and the others subconsciously and was immediately ordered to kneel and slapped several times with a leather paddle.
Sister that they were collectively called "trash" at the academy, maids or even servants unwanted at auctions. Every
morning, they were spanked and then forced to do the lowest-paying jobs at the academy until the next auction. As if foreseeing the misery of their future lives, everyone wore expressions of despair. This despair intensified
upon seeing the dormitory. The dormitory was located on one side of the basement, with three walls and one iron fence. Two people shared a room, and the space wasn't large. Besides two beds and two three-tiered wardrobes, there was no extra room. At this moment, each person had four sets of clothes on their bed: two sets of white tank tops and white athletic skirts, and two sets of black lace bras and black thongs. They were required to change and wash these every day. Under the bed were a pair of black high heels, a pair of white sneakers, and a pair of dance shoes. Opening the wardrobe, the first shelf startled everyone. Inside were a smooth, natural wood-colored ruler, a three-finger-wide leather belt, and a black collar, wristbands, and anklets. Sister Sha said that unless required by the teacher, these three items could not be removed at any time. The second shelf contained basic necessities , and the third shelf contained various ointments for treating injuries. Each person had an assessment sheet pasted on their bedside, which they were to fill out truthfully every day . This sheet would be used for punishment during the final exam on the tenth day. On the cabinet was a class schedule, the back of which was covered with densely packed rules and regulations. It was around 3 PM. Sister Sha told everyone to go back to their dorms to tidy up, and to be at the first-floor cafeteria for lunch at 5:30 PM sharp. After lunch, they were to meet in the first-floor lobby at 6 PM for a meeting. They were required to wear matching black lace thongs and collars, and to discard their current clothes and shoes. They were also to use these two hours to memorize all the rules, as there would be random questions later. Jiajia's roommate was named Mengmeng, a true cutie. Although she was under 165cm tall and not particularly slender, her skin was even fairer and more delicate than Jiajia's. Her large eyes and neat bangs made her look very well-behaved, quiet, and likable. The two exchanged a wry smile, chatted briefly, and quickly started changing. Although they were both women, Song Jiaxin, the pampered young lady, was extremely shy about changing in front of strangers for the first time. Mengmeng, on the other hand, was much more relaxed. After quickly changing, they helped each other put on their collars and other accessories. Without much time for conversation, they immediately began memorizing the tedious rules. Their daily routine consisted of waking up promptly at 5:30 am to wash and dress, gathering in the lobby at 6:00 am for physical training, having breakfast at 7:00 am, a morning meeting at 7:30 am, the first class from 8:00 am to 10:00 am, and classes from 10:30 am to 12:30 pm.

The second period is from 12:30 PM to 3:00 PM, the third period is from 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM, the fourth
period is from 3:30 PM to 5:30 PM, lunch is at 5:30 PM, the fifth period is from 6:00 PM to 8:00 PM
, and there is a rare rest time between 8:00 PM and 9:30 PM. Students who make mistakes are often punished during this time. The meeting is at 9:30 PM, and
laundry and tidying time is from 10:00 PM to 11:00 PM. Lights out
is at 11:00 PM. Except for physical training when wearing sportswear and sneakers, students are required to wear black bikinis and high heels at all other times. For the first ten days, the first period of each day is a physical education class,
the second period is a psychology class, the third period is a basic knowledge class, the fourth period is an experiential class, and the fifth period is a skills training class.
Teachers can punish students at any time based on their classroom performance.

After dinner, everyone goes to the lobby on the first floor. Lace tops and thongs are completely ineffective in providing any cover
. The girls' soft buttocks are completely exposed to the air, swaying up and down with the rhythm of walking.
Five long benches had appeared in the hall, each with a pillow-like protrusion in the middle. On each
bench were two rulers and two leather belts. Ten muscular men, shirtless, stood behind Sister Sha.
Even the most clueless among them could understand what was happening. The girls trembled with fear, too afraid to look up. "Kneel down!"
Sister Sha suddenly shouted. Everyone was startled. A few quick-witted girls immediately knelt, and the others hurriedly
followed suit. "Without rules, there can be no order. To help you better understand your place,
every new student will first receive a beating with a ruler and a belt as a warning. Now, those with student numbers 1-5
, step forward. The rest of you, kneel in order." "Watch!" Jiajia walked tremblingly to the front.
She was still terrified of the cold object on the bench. "Lie down on the bench, feet together, hands
gripping the bench, face against the bench. Twenty strokes each with the ruler and belt. Not many, but enough to make you submit.
Hold this position and don't make a sound. Shouting or dodging doesn't count, you'll get another stroke. If you
try to block , you'll get five more strokes on your palms. If anyone falls off the bench, tie them up and start beating them again,
double the beating. Do you understand?" Everyone was too scared to make a sound. The first five quickly lay down on the bench, their delicate buttocks resting on
the protrusion, sticking up high. The ten men, in pairs, began to beat them mercilessly. "Smack!" The man to Jia's
left slammed down on the board. Jia gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. The second girl, however, was not so
docile. A soft "Ah!" escaped her teeth, bringing her number to 21. Even though Jia was very
patient , she endured more than 30 strokes of the ruler before the 20 strokes were over. Just when she could finally relax for a moment, the first blow of the belt
came whistling down. The ruler could only cover half of her buttocks at a time, and it was a dull pain that went deep into the flesh. The belt was
pulled down as if it were going to take two pieces of flesh off her buttocks. Jia was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, but she bit
her lip and dared not make a sound. She just hoped that the torture would end soon. After countless blows, the belt
finally stopped its torment. She was lifted and pulled, thrown off the bench, and before Sister Sha could speak, she quickly knelt to the side.
The punishment of the other four wasn't over yet; the room was filled with the sounds of slapping and soft sobbing.
The second round began, with ten different men taking turns to administer the punishment… By the
time , it was already 8 PM. This torture had lasted for over two hours. The girl who had endured the most blows
received over 50, her buttocks even developing small purplish-red spots of blood. Yet, everyone had to kneel upright,
their buttocks , to answer Sister Sha's random questions about the rules. One pretty girl, momentarily
flustered, couldn't remember and was immediately dragged back to the bench, receiving ten more blows. The flesh on her buttocks twitched incessantly; she looked utterly
pitiful . After it was all over, everyone could only help each other downstairs to their dormitories to rest,
applying ointment to each other's wounds. The next day, they had to get up early to face new challenges.

Chapter Four: Day One

Unprepared for the beatings on their very first night, almost every
girl asleep sobbing. They couldn't even imagine what the next ten days would hold.
In a hazy daze, it was 5:30 the next morning when a sharp, piercing ringtone sounded. Jiaxin reluctantly
got up, looked at her bottom, and marveled at the miraculous effect of the special ointment. In just
one night, the redness and swelling had subsided considerably, leaving only faint red welts. Seeing that it was getting late,
she hurriedly woke the still-sleeping Mengmeng. The two quickly made their beds, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, tied their long hair behind their ears
, put on their sportswear, and rushed to the lobby on the first floor, afraid of incurring further punishment.

At six o'clock, Sister Sha arrived in the hall with a very strong man and introduced
him as A Jin, their physical trainer for the next ten days. A Jin looked very serious, holding a roll call list in one hand and a stopwatch in the
other . Just as they were about to take attendance, two terrified girls arrived at the hall late,
eight minutes late for the first day of training because they had overslept. Sister Sha's expression was already very unpleasant, but she held back and
didn't say anything, letting A Jin lead the 30 girls to the outdoor lawn. After taking attendance, Sister Sha
wrote each person's student number on their bare upper arm, and then the first thing they did was endurance training:
ten laps of 400-meter running on the lawn. As soon as A Jin gave the order, all the girls almost cried. You see, Jia
Xin, as a dance major, only had a 1000-meter physical test; how was she going to manage 4000 meters! But looking at A
Jin's serious face, no one could argue, and the 30-person team started. Because everyone
had been , some quite severely, their pace wasn't fast. Even so, by the fifth lap
, one girl had fallen behind. This girl, number 26, had a flushed face, her hair soaked with sweat.
She clutched her chest, squatted on the ground, and refused to continue running. Seeing this, Ah Jin scooped her
up pressed her against his left knee. With his left hand, he lifted her white skirt, and with his right, he took off one of her sneakers,
slapping it repeatedly on her bare buttocks, which were only covered by underwear. Remembering the lesson from the previous night, she did
n't dare cry out. Ah Jin's grip was strong; the rubber sole of the sneaker made a crisp sound as he
slapped her twenty times before throwing her to the ground. By this time, the main group had reached the sixth lap. Ah Jin's order was simple and
brutal: "Go, keep going. Two extra laps for finishing ten laps. Keep going until you finish." Seeing this, several
girls who were about to fall behind immediately caught up.

Girl number 26, her face streaked with what appeared to be tears or sweat, got up silently, put on her shoes, and,
clutching swollen, aching bottom, followed the group. Thankfully, the girls' pace was gradually slowing.
By the eighth lap, Mengmeng was falling behind, dropping from the front to the back. Jiaxin quickly grabbed her with her
remaining strength and pulled her forward. The other three girls weren't so lucky and gradually drifted away from the group. Ajin
, furious, made the three kneel side-by-side, rolled up the attendance sheet, and took turns whipping them
until one of them, quick-witted, begged for mercy: "Ah! Ah! Teacher! Ah! We were wrong! Ah! We'll run
properly !" He then ordered, "Same here, two extra laps!" By this time, the main group
had completed ten laps and collapsed at the finish line, all drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Ajin
announced: "Ten-minute rest." Only four pitiful girls remained running laps on the grass. Eight minutes later, all
the girls returned, leaving them with a meager two minutes of rest. Looking at their watches, it was already
6:40 . Ah Jin immediately led them in the second training exercise: the horse stance. He first demonstrated
the standard movement himself and asked the girls to imitate it. He now held a bamboo whip that Sister Sha had just brought.
The yard echoed with shouts of "Snap! Look straight ahead!" "Snap! Keep your hands level!" "Snap! Squat down!" and
the girls' soft sobs. Ah Jin demanded the girls maintain the standard horse stance for ten minutes. By the third minute,
some girls couldn't hold on any longer and began to sway. Ah Jin's bamboo whip seemed to have eyes,
striking thirty small, pert buttocks in turn. Although they were wearing skirts and underwear, what good could those thin layers do?
Finally , they endured the ten minutes. Many girls had
bright red welts on their thighs, calves, arms, and backs, not to mention their buttocks.

Finally, seven o'clock arrived, and Ah Jin waved for everyone to disperse right on time. Sister Sha led
the exhausted girls into the cafeteria in a line. Breakfast was quite good; everyone received a portion including milk,
bread, eggs, and pickled vegetables. The rule was that no one was allowed to be picky; everything on their plate had to be eaten. If they wanted more,
they could go to the front to get more. No noise was allowed while eating or drinking, or they would be
whipped by the teacher. Jiaxin didn't like the taste of milk, but she knew this wasn't the time to be willful,
so she had to hold her nose and drink it. For a moment, thirty girls were kneeling neatly beside the long table. The only sounds
in the cafeteria were the clattering of the teachers' shoes as they made their rounds, the occasional crack of a whip on
someone's back, and a girl's suppressed sobs.

After breakfast, everyone quickly returned to their lodgings to change into their class clothes and then gathered in
the hall . It was the first morning assembly, and no one dared to be late. At 7:30, Sister Sha
arrived in the hall with two strong-looking women holding two bamboo sticks each. Seeing
everyone standing in the hall with their hands behind their backs in order of their student numbers, she nodded expressionlessly and began a brief summary of the day: "The first day
of morning exercises. Overall, everyone performed well. Only two were late because they woke up late, and four fell behind during the run.
The rest of you basically passed. Since it's the first day, I won't be too strict with you. I hope you understand that
you're here to learn the rules, so put away your spoiled princess attitudes from home. Now, numbers 9 and
19, step forward. Late? Ten strokes. Begin." Number 9 didn't react immediately. Although she had already realized that
being late would be punished, she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. She watched as number 19 stepped out of line, bent over in front of everyone,
legs straight, hands on her knees, and stuck out her still-red-marked buttocks as high as possible. A
small thong offered absolutely no cover. Seeing that Number 9 still hadn't moved, Sister Sha frowned and said, "Number 9,
for disobeying punishment, add five strokes!" Number 9 seemed to wake from a dream, looked up at Sister Sha and asked, "Why?"
Why? Sister Sha didn't answer, but added, "Talking back, add five more strokes, 20 in total, give her a good beating!"
The woman who came with Sister Sha seemed impatient and dragged Number 9 out, positioning her in the same
position The two of them then began to swing the paddles and whip the two little buttocks sticking up in the air. Although they were only
thin bamboo paddles, three fingers wide and one meter long, they were still more powerful than a ruler. Moreover, the sound of bamboo hitting people was crisp. The hall was spacious
and quiet, and the two executioners maintained the same frequency, hitting once and pausing for two seconds. The sound of "slap, slap, slap"
was quite frightening. Several timid girls even closed their eyes. Knowing that
dodging would result in additional punishment, both girls gritted their teeth and endured the pain. The ten strokes were quickly completed, and girl number 19 was ordered
to kneel to the side, hands behind her head, her buttocks already showing obvious pink marks. Girl number 9, however, still had ten more strokes to endure. Her
skin was already fair, and after 20 strokes, her noticeably swollen buttocks contrasted sharply with her fair thighs . She was also thrown aside to kneel as punishment. "Numbers 26, 4, 16, and 29, step forward! Lazy during morning exercises, ten strokes each! Begin!" The girls dared not delay, cautiously walking to the front of the line and standing in pairs . Soon, the hall echoed again with the sounds of spanking and the girls' low sobs. Except for girl number 26, who, in unbearable pain, moved forward a small step and received two more strokes as punishment, the others all knelt in the corner after their beatings . The hall fell silent for a moment. Sister Sha seemed to deliberately pause before continuing, " Everyone , gather together, let's go to class!" The first class was a posture and deportation lesson. Everyone lined up and headed to the dance studio on the second floor. Jiaxin, as a dance major, was very confident she could do well in this class. Soon, the posture and deportment teacher entered. Seeing that she was a young and beautiful teacher, everyone felt a sense of relief; a gentle-looking teacher wouldn't be so harsh, would she? The teacher held a attendance sheet, indicating she had a basic understanding of their situation. "Hello, students," she said, "I'm your posture and deportment teacher, Cindy. We'll be training together for ten days. I hope you'll all cooperate well. The first ten days of training will mainly consist of basic exercises, and the difficulty level isn't very high. As long as you try your best, you'll all do very well. Okay, now let's start with the warm-up exercises." Cindy's gentle tone eased everyone's tension. After completing the basic exercises with her, ensuring their necks, shoulders, ankles, hips, and waists were relaxed , the formal lesson began. First, everyone was asked to stand next to the barre, place their right leg on it, and stretch their leg with their toes pointed.

While keeping her left leg straight, she tried to grab her toes with both hands. This simple movement
was child's play for Jiaxin, but it was a different story for the other girls. Some had never received dance training and
felt excruciating pain as soon as they tried. At this moment, Cindy suddenly produced a thin vine in her hand.
If she saw anyone's movement not going correctly, she would swing the vine and strike them, specifically targeting the back of the left knee or the groin of the right leg. Because
they were afraid of being hit, all the girls did their best. When Cindy said they could take their feet down, some felt
their legs were already numb. Then they pressed down on their left legs again. By the time they finished pressing down on both legs, several girls were sweating profusely from the
pain. Cindy didn't give them a break. She then had them face the mirror, put their hands on the barre, and bend over backwards, requiring
their heads to touch their knees, to improve their waist flexibility. Next, they practiced basic postures such as shoulder presses and
frog These were all very easy for Jiaxin to complete. She secretly observed that
she seemed to be one of the few students who hadn't been called on in this class, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

After a ten-minute break, the second phase of training began. This phase focused on etiquette
. Cindy first explained and demonstrated the standard standing posture, then ordered 30 thick books to be brought out.
The girls had to balance these books on their heads; the books were quite heavy, making it very strenuous. But Cindy wasn't
satisfied . She also placed a thin piece of paper between each girl's knees and made each girl bite down on a
bamboo chopstick, maintaining a perfect smile and posture without dropping the paper or books for a full half hour. This
sounded like an impossible task! The first five minutes were alright, but gradually some people started to sway.
Cindy, however, had a sharp eye; if she saw anyone's expression in the mirror that wasn't right, she'd immediately whip them on the buttocks with a cane.
By the eighth minute, one girl finally cried out in pain and panicked after being whipped three times, dropping her book
. This poor girl, number 3, was very pretty, evoking pity at first glance.
But Cindy ignored her, saying something through her walkie-talkie. Immediately, a middle-aged woman holding a leather belt entered
and made the girl bend over, holding the handle, and whipped her 22 times in quick succession. The black
belt ravaged her snow-white buttocks, as if trying to tear the flesh off.
The girl, still biting on a bamboo chopstick, cried desperately in pain but still managed to smile. After the 22 whips, girl number 3 collapsed
to the ground, but Cindy immediately grabbed her, propped her up with her book, and made her stand up again. The beatings continued intermittently, with each
girl receiving one or two, or even more, spanks before barely managing to stand for the full half hour. Jiaxin was no exception,
receiving a total of 30 spanks in two sessions. Looking in the mirror, her entire buttocks were bright red and felt incredibly
hot . When the bell rang, six girls hadn't completed their allotted time, including poor Mengmeng.
Having just received six spanks, Mengmeng had only six minutes left. Her face was wet with a mixture of
sweat and tears. This was only the first class of the first day! Thinking of this, Jiaxin felt a wave
of despair.

Although there was a half-hour break between the first and second periods, Jiaxin had wasted
some time waiting for Mengmeng, who was still being punished. By the time they rushed to the psychology classroom, most of the students were already waiting.
When the bell rang, Sister Sha entered the classroom. Unexpectedly, the psychology teacher was Sister Sha herself. She
stood expressionless at the front of the classroom and began explaining the main content of the psychology lesson. The theme of the first lesson was
"Upholding One's Duty." She introduced many real-life cases to the students: some wanted to interfere in their master's
private affairs , some were overly concerned about their master's privacy, and some talked back because they were wronged by their masters. These were all
unacceptable. Whether maid, servant, or slave, obedience was the first principle. They had to always put their master first,
obey orders and commands, and never be presumptuous or overstep their bounds. Fortunately, the psychology class did not punish the students. Instead,
they gave each student a thick textbook and required everyone to memorize it as
part of the written exam in ten days.

The morning passed quickly. As the bell rang at 12:30, the students headed to
the cafeteria. Lunch was also very plentiful, but considering dining etiquette, the cafeteria remained very quiet.
The first was a basic knowledge class. Upon entering the classroom, they found that the teacher had already arrived. He was a
middle-aged man over forty years old, and two young women were standing next to him. Although they were dressed the same as Jiaxin and Mengmeng, they
did not seem to be students. With trepidation, Jiaxin and Mengmeng entered the classroom. The classroom for the basic common sense class
was very large, with 30 circular mats arranged in a staggered pattern. Just as Jiaxin had chosen her
seat , the teacher spoke up: "Hello everyone, my surname is Liu, and I am your basic common sense teacher. Today,
we will be teaching basic posture. First, kneel with your thighs and calves at a 90-degree angle, feet together, hands
crossed behind your back, and head looking at the ground in front of you. This is a basic posture that all of you must master.
When you are not working or receiving orders, please maintain this posture." As he spoke, two
girls demonstrated for everyone. After everyone followed suit, Teacher Liu took out a ruler
and began to check. "Snap! Raise your hands a little higher!" "Snap! Your back is not straight enough!" Jiaxin felt that the teacher's requirements were really
strict . Almost no student could satisfy him. Even she herself was hit a few times. This continued intermittently.
In the two-hour class, only four kneeling postures were taught. When the bell rang, all the girls breathed
a sigh of relief , but they were almost numb from kneeling.

The following trial class made everyone very uneasy. The classroom was in a corner on the second floor. During
the visit the room was empty, but now 30 wooden tables were neatly arranged, and 30
young men, shirtless and wearing tight leather pants, stood beside them. Everyone reached the classroom door but dared not
take another step forward, let alone enter. Finally, the bell rang, and a young
man dressed similarly came to the classroom door, urging everyone to enter and stand in front of the tables according to their student numbers. When
everyone saw what was on the tables, they trembled: five rattan
canes of different thicknesses but the same length. The last young man to arrive was the teacher of the trial class. He introduced himself as a "trainer." He first explained
the main content of the trial class and the content of the final exam. The class mainly involved leading everyone to experience common...
The methods of beating and punishment are: when "beating," everyone is expected to feel
the sensation ; during the final exam, they will be blindfolded to identify the instrument of torture used; the "punishment" part is to enhance everyone's
endurance; during the exam, they will see who can perform the same posture most correctly and hold it for the longest time. Getting back to the main point, today's
main experience was distinguishing between five different types of rattan canes. First, everyone was required to lie face down on the table, their hands
handcuffed to the table legs via leather rings. The first cane was the thinnest one, and everyone was instructed to remain silent and not cry out.
With a crisp "Start!", the room was filled with the sounds of "Whoosh! Snap!" Ten canes struck
the girls' backs. It was clear that the person administering the canes was highly skilled, as the ten red welts were not repeated at all,
neatly arranged on the girls' snow-white backs. Although it was the thinnest cane, the skin on the back was thinner than the skin on
the buttocks , which still caused many girls to cry from the pain. Next came canes number 2, 3, and 4,
five times each, mercilessly striking the buttocks that already had some injuries. Even though Jiaxin kept encouraging herself to
endure , she was still groaning incessantly from the beatings. All her willpower was used to resist the pain, and she had no mind to
distinguish between them. After 25 lashes with the cane, the executioners picked up the thickest No. 5 cane, this time
striking the girls' fair, plump thighs. The sounds of "whoosh! crack! whoosh! crack!" echoed repeatedly. As expected
of the No. 5 cane, its power was not to be underestimated. The thighs, with their rich nerve endings, were even more painful. Many
girls couldn't help but jump up and down, but once their feet left the ground, the initial lashes didn't count. Many girls
received seven or eight lashes, each leaving a bright red welt. After an hour of this ordeal, the day's experience was finally complete.
The girls were exhausted, their backs screaming in pain from the whip marks, yet they had to muster their energy to continue
the second half of the lesson.

The second half of the lesson focused on "punishment." Since it was the first lesson, the instructors imparted
a considerable amount of theoretical knowledge. For example, punishments typically included standing, kneeling, and being hung up, among other variations—
all processes that everyone had to experience before officially entering their master's home. Considering
how hard everyone worked standing in the morning's physical education class and how difficult the kneeling posture training was in the basic knowledge class, today we'll mainly show
you what it's like to be suspended in the air. The instructor took everyone to the third floor and suspended each of them in a "Y"
shape using hand rings. As the pulleys rolled, the girls' feet slowly left the ground, and they
could barely stand on tiptoe. The instructor explained that this was the most basic punishment, and even maids were often
suspended for an hour when they made mistakes. Considering it was the first day and everyone had worked so hard, we'd show you the simplest one
. Although it was called simple, it wasn't easy at all. Almost all of their weight was concentrated on their shoulders,
and fresh whip marks on their backs, buttocks, and legs screamed in pain.
The girls could only silently weep. Half an hour felt like an eternity. Finally
, it was almost time to end the class, and the girls, nearly exhausted, collapsed
to the ground after being freed from the ropes.

After dinner, it was time for the last class of the day. The skills training teacher was a slightly plump,
kind-looking auntie who had a very motherly feel to her. The moment Jiaxin saw her, she was instantly reminded of
her deceased mother. Despite enduring countless punishments throughout the day without shedding a tear, her eyes welled up slightly.
Because whether a female slave, maid, or servant, the most basic requirement was proficiency in various household chores and the ability to complete
the master's requests quickly and well. This posed a significant challenge for Jiaxin.
Born into a wealthy family, she had always been cared for by nannies and had never lifted a finger. Fortunately,
the auntie was very kind. The first lesson mainly taught basic sweeping and mopping, how to
maintain elegant posture while sweeping, and how to mop the floor until it was shiny but not slippery. Everyone was receptive to
this teacher who didn't use punishments and tried their best to follow her instructions. Even those who didn't know how to do it yet tried their best,
including Jiaxin. A skilled hand makes a difference. Mengmeng and Jiaxin presented two
completely different scenarios. Mengmeng clearly came from a working background; she handled almost all the tasks the teacher assigned with ease,
even receiving praise before class ended.

By the time class ended, night had fallen. Everyone gathered in the empty disciplinary room next to the dormitory. Sister Sha
was already waiting there, carefully reading a report sheet—presumably
a summary of everyone's performance that day. Inside, everyone held their breath, silently lining up according to their student ID numbers,
hands neatly behind their backs. The ordeal of the day's classes made them acutely aware of
what life they would be living here, and even for the next five years. The overhead fluorescent lights were
blazing brightly, and the stagnant silence added to the eeriness. Finally, Sister Sha raised her head,
looked everyone up and down, and began her summary: "Everyone did quite well on the first day. First, in
terms of academics, I have scores from five teachers. Only 13 of you scored below 90. Then, in
terms of conduct, considering your performance since last night when you were learning the rules, your morning exercises, your dining etiquette, and other aspects,
only 17 of you did not achieve an A grade. Now, I will announce everyone's scores. Those
who failed will stand to my left, those who failed in daily life will stand to my right,
the five who failed in both will stand in the middle, and the five who passed both can go back to rest."

As Sister Sha read the list in a low voice, some girls silently stepped out of the line and stood at
the front of the group with their heads down. Jiaxin, because of her high personal qualities and gentle personality, was one of the five lucky ones on the first day,
while the adorable Mengmeng only received a terrible score of 84 in class and had to stay to receive extra punishment.

Jiaxin didn't know the details of the punishment, only that 40 minutes later Mengmeng returned to the dormitory crying.
The strip-shaped welts from the cane whipping on her buttocks were already blurred, but her entire buttocks were red and swollen. It wasn't until
the third night, when she was also punished, that she learned that students scoring 85-90 points would receive an extra 20 strokes of the cane,
students scoring 80-85 points would receive 40 strokes, and so on. For daily living, a B grade meant 20 strokes with a belt, a C grade meant 40 strokes with a belt…
Presumably, Mengmeng, who had already endured a day of torment, received another 40 strokes, no, perhaps more. Back in the dormitory, the two hugged and
cried for a while, their relationship suddenly becoming much closer. They even helped each other apply ointment to their wounds.
Her technique was very skillful, as if she were used to being beaten. Jiaxin was very curious about her background and almost asked
her , but she was too embarrassed to ask. After the two of them went to do laundry and wash up together at ten o'clock, the long first day
was over. This was only the first day!

Chapter 5: Summary of the First Stage

In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the ninth day, and the last basic class was over. Jiaxin didn't want to recall how
she . She couldn't even calculate how many beatings she had endured. Every day, just one experiential class was
enough to make all the girls suffer unbearably. All sorts of torture instruments were ravaging their young bodies, and
the girls could only endure it while carefully distinguishing the differences in pain brought by different instruments. From the third day
onwards, the course schedule became more and more complicated, and the teachers' requirements became more and more demanding. Almost no one could escape the fate of evening
punishment . They all had to endure a beating with a ruler and a belt before they could wash up and rest. Even though the medicine provided by the school
was effective enough, it couldn't withstand the severe beatings day after day. There hadn't been a single day that they could lie down and sleep peacefully.
Fortunately, Jiaxin possessed excellent qualities. Having been rigorously molded into a well-bred young lady since childhood, she maintained
a good habit of going to bed early and waking up early. She was also an athletic star in school, so the intensity of the morning exercises was manageable for her .
As a dance major, she faced almost no pressure in her physical education classes; her excellent flexibility saved her a lot of suffering.
Furthermore, she always had clear goals and was very strict with herself, resulting in good performance in daily life. Even
so, Jiaxin's daily evaluation sheet listed seven mistakes, large and small. This meant that tonight, in addition to
fulfilling today's punishment, everyone would face a severe beating. The only benefit was that due to tomorrow's final
exams, morning exercises were canceled, and everyone would go directly to the dance studio at 8:00 AM for their physical education final exams.

After these days of grueling training, many had gained a lot, completely different from when they first entered school.
The continuous pain had made them clearly aware of their responsibilities and truly learned obedience. The physical training
significantly improved everyone's flexibility and demeanor, making any one of them a potential model of etiquette. The psychology classes served
as a balm for their emotions,
hardening the girls' soft hearts with a tougher exterior. The basic knowledge classes introduced them to the daily habits of slaves. The skills training classes,
in addition to housework, included makeup, piano, calligraphy, and other arts and crafts training. Although they only learned the basics of each,
it still greatly helped improve their overall demeanor. The experiential classes were even more extraordinary. Hairbrushes, rackets,
wooden boards , bamboo boards, leather rackets, long whips, loose whips, snake whips, and various types of rattan canes of different thicknesses… The pampered
Miss Song had never imagined that so many instruments of torture existed in the world, and the various forms of hanging torture broadened her horizons.
In short, through these nine days of continuous classes, every student made some progress.

Enough of the digressions, let's return to the scene in the disciplinary room. It was approximately 8:05 PM. After class, the girls went back to
their dormitories to retrieve their daily assessment sheets and then gathered here, standing at attention in neat order according to their student ID numbers.
First, there was a summary of the day's activities. Perhaps considering that today was the last class and knowing that tonight was the final settlement of the first phase
of training , all the teachers were quite lenient. Only five students did not reach
90 points, and only one student did not reach 85 points. This girl, number 22, looked delicate and frail,
but her flexibility was extremely poor, often making the physical education teacher very angry, always giving her a score of around 70 points, even though she worked hard in other
subjects , her nightly average score was still not high enough. As for daily conduct, because everyone
was careful today, few people were caught doing anything wrong. Only nine people received a B grade, including Jiaxin. Poor Jiaxin, she
broke the teapot used for teaching during the skills training class today. Although it was unintentional, she had to be
punished .

Under everyone's silent gaze, the punishment began, starting with the ruler. Although the force was familiar
and not particularly heavy, the pain inflicted on the already tormented bodies was still very pronounced. The additional punishment policy
made all the girls very obedient. In the empty punishment room, apart from the occasional slapping and low
sobs , almost no other sound could be heard. Except for number 22, the others quickly finished their 20 strokes, so poor
number 22 had to bear everyone's gaze alone. Fortunately, she was used to it every day and was very resilient,
not . Next came the belt whipping. It is worth mentioning that when the ruler was used, the girls usually stood with their legs apart
, hands behind their heads, and eyes looking forward, but when the belt was whipped, they had to bend over and hug their ankles. This posture
was difficult to maintain. The nine girls in grade B were punished in two batches. After 20 sharp blows of the belt, Jiaxin's
buttocks were clearly a bright red.

However, the main event of the evening was yet to come. With Sister Sha's command,
the men who had accompanied the girls through the nine-day trial course each carried a long bench into the room and quickly arranged themselves into three orderly rows. Sister Sha first
distributed the comprehensive report cards for the past nine days. Jiaxin was slightly excited that her academic performance had reached an average of
88 points, still ranking first in the class. The performance score was based on a deduction system of 100 points. For example, being late would deduct two points, missing morning exercises
would deduct two points, and so on. For instance, Jiaxin broke a teapot today and was deducted five points. Her seven mistakes
totaled 20 points, so her performance score was 80 points. By analogy, Mengmeng's academic performance was 82 points,
ranking thirteenth, and her performance score was also 80 points. As Sister Sha was summarizing, a staff
member in a black leather uniform walked in, carrying a large round bucket. He respectfully placed it in front of Sister Sha and quickly retreated.
They were discussing the punishment rules: scores were based on percentages; for every point below a certain mark in academic performance, two lashes were awarded, and for every point below a certain mark in conduct, one lash was
awarded . This meant Jiajia would receive a total of 44 lashes. While the number didn't sound like much,
fear filled the eyes of all the girls when they saw what was in the bucket.

It contained neatly stacked rattan canes, soaking in water. Sister Sha casually picked one up and swung it in the air,
satisfied with the sharp, tearing sound. The experience of being caned on the first day was still unforgettable; the
tearing pain was sharp and unbearable. The 30 executioners received their instruments of torture one by one, and Sister Sha
informed the girls in their respective positions of the number of lashes to be received. The girl who would receive the most was about to receive 70 lashes. Fortunately, since it was a fairly
standard end-of-term punishment, there were no additional penalties. Appropriate struggling and shouting were allowed, as long as one
didn't fall off the bench.

With a sense of despair, everyone lay down on their assigned benches, carefully adjusting their positions to ensure their safety.
With her buttocks at the highest point, everyone tried to use the most docile attitude to win a lighter punishment, but to little avail.
When the first lash of the cane landed in the center of Jiajia's high buttocks, she still gasped. The executioner was
very skilled, with almost no overlap, lashing down one vine after another at a slightly slow pace, as if to
let the girls fully experience the pain before lashing down the second vine. There was only so much space on her buttocks,
and by the 15th lash, it was difficult to find another place to strike. Since there was a final exam the next day, the executioner changed the location of the lash
to her fair thighs, where the pain was even more intense. Despite her desperate attempts to endure, after 44 brutal strokes of the cane
, Jiaxin was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. She slowly climbed down from the bench and went to Sister Sha at the door for her
"torture test." Sister Sha asked her questions such as "Do you accept it?", "Can you study harder?", and "Are you willing to completely obey?"
while pinching her battered buttocks and legs a few times. Jiaxin was sweating profusely from the pain, but she still had to maintain
a smile and answer, not even letting her breathing become disordered. Finally, she passed the last hurdle and was allowed to return to her dormitory to rest.

Back in her dormitory, Jiaxin could no longer bear it. She lay on her bed and cried loudly. Her heart was filled with
helplessness and grievances, and she didn't know who to tell. A month ago, she was a pampered young lady with
the care of her parents, the companionship of her friends, and her beloved dance career. But now she had to endure
endless . She reached back and touched her painful back. From her waist down to her knees, there were clear
welts. Her entire buttocks felt burning hot to the touch. Just then, Mengmeng, who had just finished her punishment,
limped back. Her beautiful eyes had lost their former sparkle, and tears streamed down her face. She
had been hit 12 more times than Jiaxin, and in some places, she had inevitably been hit twice. The swelling had turned into dark blue marks.
The two encouraged each other as they finished applying the medicine and continued to study for the theory exam without wasting a moment. After all,
tomorrow was the final exam.

Chapter Six: The Final Exam

Jiaxin was actually very confident about today's exam, especially since the first subject was the physical education exam, which was
her strongest subject. She maintained an elegant posture and was the first to enter the exam room. The exam included three parts:
basic skills test, flexibility test, and one-minute impromptu choreography. Basic moves such as the splits and back leg hugs
were no challenge for her. Although the swelling and redness on her buttocks and legs had not yet subsided, she gritted her teeth and tried her best to perform them correctly. Finally, she saw
Cindy's approving smile, and with a high score of 98, she walked out of the dance studio and hurried back to her dormitory to prepare for the psychology test
at 10:30 . About half an hour later, Mengmeng returned. The observant Jiaxin noticed that Mengmeng's
eyes were red, as if she had just cried. She knew Mengmeng's performance in her physical education class must have been terrible. Sure enough, the bright red 80 on
her report card was glaringly obvious. After Jiaxin comforted her, the two quickly resumed their studies.

Finally, at 12:30, the theory exam was over. After lunch, the skills training
exam was at 1:00. Everyone had the right to choose two areas they were good at. Jiaxin chose piano and calligraphy, while Mengmeng chose
basic housework and tea ceremony. First, they arrived at the calligraphy exam classroom. To increase the difficulty, each
candidate 's palm was struck 20 times with a ruler. Despite this, Jiaxin still completed the copying task excellently,
scoring 46 points. Next, they went to the piano exam classroom and found that there were quite a few candidates taking the piano exam. Sixteen people were divided into
two groups to play a designated piece. During the performance, the teacher sat beside them with a rattan cane in hand. If there was
a mistake in fingering, rhythm, or melody, the teacher would strike the wrist and order the candidate to "get off the stage." Then, the candidate would have to go to
the other side of the classroom, bend over, and have three more rattan canes struck, then stand at the back of the line. When it was their turn, they would start playing again
until there were no mistakes. The sound of spanking and the girls' cries mixed with the melodious piano music and carried
far. Even though Jiaxin had passed the tenth grade of piano, she still had to go through three rounds of this before she passed. 44 points was not low.

The final experiential exam began at 3:30. The candidates, their eyes blindfolded, were led to
a table and made to lie prone. Each candidate was tested on ten tools. The examiner first
struck the candidate's buttocks three times with each tool, and the candidate had to identify the tool used and answer. Each question was worth 5 points, and candidates could give two answers;
one correct answer was sufficient for success. This exam had a certain element of luck, especially with the later tools.
The impact on swollen flesh only caused pain, making it impossible to distinguish the tools. Fortunately, Jiaxin was quite lucky,
guessing eight correctly and scoring 40 points. However, after the experiential exam, Jiaxin's cute little
bottom was once again a pitiful sight. The marks from the rattan cane from the previous night, still fresh, were
crisscrossed with , some even showing bluish-purple bruises, a stark
contrast to her fair waist.

In any case, the first phase of learning had come to an end. Sister Sha had to grade papers and did
n't proctor
the exam in the afternoon. It wasn't until everyone was gathered in the lobby after dinner that they saw Sister Sha already had the report cards in her hands. The school's efficiency was truly impressive; the exam was held during the day, and the results were out by evening. Although confident,
Jiaxin was still incredibly excited to be number one again when Sister Sha announced the results. This made her
feel one step closer to becoming a top-tier slave. What excited her even more was that Mengmeng had also entered
the slave training program as the ninth-ranked student. Her housework and tea ceremony skills were impeccable, earning her almost perfect scores. Her theory course grades were
even better than Jiaxin's. It must be said that these ten days of relying on each other had forged a deep affection in Jiaxin for Mengmeng
. Mengmeng's gentleness, cuteness, and understanding relieved a lot of her stress, making even being beaten much easier. She
very much hoped that Mengmeng could accompany her in the future, providing comfort no matter how tired or bitter she felt.

After the results were announced, the girls lined up according to the three categories. Sister Sha, the main person in charge of the female slave training,
led the group of ten to another building in the manor. Everyone had seen this building during morning exercises,
but the iron lock on the door had always been intimidating. It turned out this was the female slave training base. Inside was another
spacious hall, but the style was completely different from the previous building; it resembled a cold, hard prison. As far as the eye could see,
besides the gray brick walls and a dim wall lamp, there was a long row of chilling torture instruments on the walls.
After Sister Sha had everyone kneel in the standard posture, the atmosphere seemed to freeze. A deathly silence fell. Suddenly,
footsteps and the sound of chains came from the stairs. A young man came down from upstairs, holding a thick
silver chain. At the other end of the chain, a completely naked woman was crawling on the ground like a dog, even in the dim light...
Even in the dim light, her beautiful figure was evident; her two adorable little breasts swayed back and forth as she crawled.
When they stood before the ten girls, Jiaxin realized he was the handsome
man who had smiled at her during the interview. The slave he was leading knelt obediently beside him, her hands clasped behind her back,
knees spread wide, back straight, head bowed, yet radiating a unique
charm. Only then did everyone notice the inscription "j0301" on the center of her collarbone. She was a top-tier slave from the third
training program . Although they were now in the sixth training program,
they had heard of this senior, "Kexin," who was said to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, possessing exceptional endurance and comprehension—practically perfect compared to her classmates
. She had even fetched an unbelievably high price at auction. They never expected to see her here. It had been a year and a half
since her graduation, yet she still possessed such allure.

Suppressing her wandering thoughts, Jiaxin listened to Sister Sha's instructions. She first introduced the
man as everyone's head trainer, explaining that for the next 20 days, everyone would have to obey his arrangements. She then
outlined the schedule: the first five days would be group classes, with a similar schedule to before, designed
to help everyone adapt to slave work. On the fifth night, trainers would be assigned, each trainer taking two students
and freely managing their training time. On the fifteenth night, a lottery would be held for internships. Only after completing the four-day internship
could they take the graduation exam, which would be held on the final day to assess their slave qualifications, award graduation certificates, and get tattoos.

Bing twitched his lips, revealing a meaningful smile. He had two deep dimples,
giving him an evil aura when he smiled. "I suppose none of you know much about slaves," he said in a very
pleasant voice, "Let your senior, Ke'er, demonstrate for you." As soon as he finished speaking, Ke'er obediently
climbed to the wall, took down a red whip and a leather paddle, put them in her mouth, and climbed back down.
He seemed quite satisfied with these two items, patting Ke'er's head reassuringly. She stood up, spread
her legs as wide as possible, and bent backward, perfectly exposing her most private
parts to the girls. Bing maintained his smile, but picked up the whip and lashed out hard. Ke'er's
private parts swelled little by little, but she dared not struggle, remaining bent over.
Bing stopped after about 30 lashes. After he gestured for Ke'er to stand up, Ke'er immediately resumed her kneeling position
, placing her hands above her head and trying her best to thrust her breasts forward. Bing picked up the slap again and
struck . Seeing the two little white doves turn bright red, Ke'er also
shed tears of pain.

The ten girls stared in disbelief. Only then did Jiaxin wake up from her dream. Her learning journey was only
one-third complete. Despite being spanked so many times, it was only the easiest third.
The next twenty days would be a real hellish experience...

Chapter Seven: n First Experiences

If these five days of courses were compared to the previous ten days of training, the previous days were simply blissful.
It was the same morning exercises, breakfast, meetings, classes, and evening summaries, but because of the different course content, the ten
slave trainees experienced many new things.

It was the fifth night. Jiajia lay curled up in the corner of her "
dormitory a rectangular brick hole carved out of the wall, just big enough for one person.
There was no bed, not even a pillow or blanket. After a long day of classes, her exhausted body craved
sleep , but the pervasive pain kept her restless. The assignment
ceremony, originally scheduled for tonight, had been moved to tomorrow morning. Tomorrow was the day for assigning trainers. She needed to be in
top condition to get the best teacher, receive the most professional training, and ultimately earn
the title of "Golden Slave" in the final assessment.

She touched her bottom, and "Ouch—" she cried out in pain. Her once delicate skin
was gone , her buttocks a horrifying sight. The constant beatings had rendered even the best medicine
ineffective; old wounds hadn't healed before new ones appeared. For five days, she hadn't had a single night of proper sleep. These past few days
of trial classes have been particularly tough. The ever-changing punishments left Jiaxin bewildered. Her beautiful face, delicate
feet, and fair thighs and calves have all experienced the taste of punishment. Today's trial class also marked the first time she tasted
the punishment that Senior Sister Ke'er had demonstrated the other day. When the whip lashed her breasts and genitals, Jiaxin bit
her lip tightly, afraid that screaming would bring additional punishment. However, everyone has also gained a lot over these past few days. From Jiaxin's
perspective, her flexibility is much better than before; she seems to be able to bend over. Her good qualities, her fearlessness of pain
, and her diligent practice have earned high praise from the usually stern physical education teacher. As a result, she was
singled out for praise during the evening summary and exempted from one academic penalty. It's worth mentioning that although the number of punishments remains
the same, the punishment tool for academic penalties has been upgraded from a ruler to a rattan cane, and the punishment tool for behavior penalties
has been upgraded from a regular belt to a three-strand belt, which can cover the entire buttocks at once.

Psychology class was probably everyone's favorite. Instead of tedious theories, the teacher
led a process of breaking down and rebuilding one's personality. Everyone seemed to become like children, unable to distinguish right from wrong,
gaining a deeper understanding of obedience and believing that being a slave was the best arrangement God had given them,
and that the pain was a form of training. The psychology teacher was a gentle, baby-faced man whose
seductive voice made the students unconsciously follow his train of thought. The basic knowledge class was
even more comprehensive, with over 100 rules of slavery to be memorized. These young
girls had to practice crawling instead of walking, and maintain perfect posture at all times, including perfect
facial expressions. Even while being whipped, they had to maintain a standard smile if their master required it.
They had to develop conditioned reflexes to common hand gestures. Upon seeing the trainer's right index finger pointing downwards, they
immediately assumed the standard punishment posture: elbows and knees on the ground, hands above their heads, knees spread
wide, and buttocks raised as high as possible. Skills training courses cover
topics such as makeup, beauty and body care, and men's clothing coordination. Many employers even consider this the most important aspect of evaluating slaves, since slaves are not simply kept at home.
They were meant to be taken out, and while beatings were necessary, maintaining their perfect figures and faces was the most important thing.

In a daze, Jiaxin gradually drifted off to sleep. It seemed she hadn't been asleep long when a piercing ringtone sounded.
She quickly got up and rushed to the lobby without thinking. There she found Sister Sha, Bing, and two unfamiliar
men standing there. Sister Sha held a long rattan cane, and another sexy woman she'd never seen before
sat on a chair, leisurely and skillfully exhaling smoke rings. Confused, Jiaxin quickly knelt
on the ground in the standard posture. One by one, the girls woke up and arrived. According to school rules, the last
two girls to arrive automatically knelt and prostrated themselves on the ground, raising their buttocks high. Sister Sha mercilessly gave
each of them ten lashes as punishment. It was only three in the morning.

After a long silence, Sister Sha spoke first, announcing the method and results of assigning trainers.
Since the assignments were based on overall performance, Jiaxin, currently ranked first, unsurprisingly joined the top-ranked trainer
—Bing. It was said that every slave trained by him would produce a gold medalist, and studying under him was every student's
greatest dream. However, his methods were also notoriously ruthless and cunning. For a moment, Jiaxin didn't know whether to be
happy or sad. It's worth mentioning that Mengmeng's grades had improved rapidly in the past five days. Perhaps her submissive
personality was well-suited to the job, and her delicate appearance also earned her points; she had already risen to fourth
place . At least she was familiar with Sister Sha, which was a good start.

After the assignments were completed, Bing led Jiaxin and another girl upstairs. For the past five days, everyone had been attending classes
in the same building, only returning to the basement at night to rest. Therefore, apart from the lobby on the first floor, they hadn't had
the opportunity to visit the other rooms in the building. The girl in Jiaxin's group had a lovely and easy-to-remember name: Bailing.
True to her name, she had a sweet voice. Her greatest asset was her stunning figure;
below her delicate collarbones stood proud breasts, and below her flat, firm abdomen were two large, plump
buttocks, which, despite being covered in bruises, did not diminish their allure. Most importantly, she had incredibly
captivating peach blossom eyes, every expression seemingly brimming with seductive charm.

On the way upstairs, the observant Jiaxin noticed thick wool carpets on the floor. It seemed the masters
were reluctant to overuse their slaves or injure them; the carpets provided
cushioning for their knees, even when crawling. At the top of the stairs on the second floor was a honor roll, displaying the photos of the previous five gold-medal slaves.
They also saw Kexin, the senior from the third cohort. From that moment on, Jiaxin secretly resolved to
perform well and strive to climb onto the honor roll so the younger girls would envy her.

Chapter Eight: The Ten-Day Tale of Slave Training (Day One)

From the moment Bing saw Jiaxin's interview, he was extremely interested in this girl. Besides her captivating
appearance and perfect figure, her quick wit and exceptional language skills were remarkable. Her background
also indicated she came from a wealthy family, which explained her innate noble air. He firmly believed she
could persevere to the end. After the basic training, Jiaxin indeed maintained her first-place
position . After five more days of training, he liked her even more. Her diligent spirit, strong endurance,
humble attitude, and unwavering will—even when beaten and crying during training, she never tried to resist, and
during breaks, she maintained a respectful distance from the instructors. Bing knew she was a highly intelligent and gifted woman, which further
fueled his desire to train her into a top-tier slave even more perfect than Ke'er.

Jiaxin was unaware of Bing's inner thoughts; she was extremely nervous. The second floor was decorated somewhat
like a hotel, with two long corridors on either side, flanked by small rooms. From the moment they entered the house
, everyone was completely naked except for the collars, bracelets, and anklets. Bing pulled a key card from her pocket and led
the two women into the first room on the left.

It was a strangely furnished room, only about ten square meters in size. The tiled floor was cold to the touch. Directly opposite
the door was a row of hooks used for IV drips in hospitals, and to one side was a separate faucet. Next to the faucet was a five-tiered
storage cabinet. Bing first made Bailing kneel to one side, then pointed her right index finger downwards at Jiaxin. Although she didn't know
what she had done wrong , Jiaxin immediately assumed the standard punishment posture. Bing methodically walked to the cabinet, took out
rubber gloves and put them on. She placed a box of lubricant and a fluffy little tail on a tray, took out something that looked like a
hot water bottle and filled it with water. A tube was attached to the bottom of the hot water bottle. At this moment, Jiaxin understood that she was about to
experience the legendary enema. Bing gently and carefully applied lubricant to Jiaxin's tender anus,
then slowly pushed the other end of the tube in. Although Jiaxin felt uncomfortable from the foreign object entering, she dared not struggle and
could only try to endure it. She felt water being injected into her body, her lower abdomen swelling more and more, until all 300cc of
warm water was injected. Only then did Bing insert the small-tailed anal plug. Jiaxin felt extremely uncomfortable in her stomach,
as if she had diarrhea. At this moment, Bing told her to go to the side and bend backwards against the wall,
grabbing her ankles. This put even more pressure on her abdomen.
Jiaxin, who could usually hold this position for an hour, couldn't stand for more than ten minutes. Meanwhile, Bing was diligently injecting Bailing with enema fluid, seemingly
unaware of Jiaxin's small movements. What made Jiaxin feel most desperate was that after the injection, Bing actually took Bailing out
, turning off the lights and leaving her alone in the cold room.

It was approximately 4:30 AM. The darkness of the room, the cold floor, the pervasive pain in her body, and
the intense discomfort in her abdomen amplified Jiaxin's fear countless times. However, without Bing's command, she dared not
get up. Tears silently streamed down her forehead and into her hair. As time passed, her limbs
trembled uncontrollably. She desperately used her remaining willpower to maintain the posture. It felt like an eternity until
she finally heard Bing's footsteps returning.

The moment Bing opened the door, seeing Jiaxin still maintaining a relatively standard posture while pressing her back, she felt immense
relief and admiration for the girl's perseverance. Of the five classes of students she had mentored, Jiaxin was the first to maintain this posture for 45 minutes after her first enema
. Although she possessed excellent flexibility, she was still drenched in sweat and
her face was streaked with tears, but she had persevered. He gently lifted Jiaxin up in his arms.
Because she had been in the same position for so long, Jiaxin's joints were a little stiff. He first carried her to the bathroom.
She ordered Jiaxin to cleanse herself of the filth. After a while, Jiaxin slowly emerged, clutching her lower abdomen. Bing
sat on the carpet, holding Jiaxin in her arms and gently massaging her abdomen. Since training began, no one had ever
treated Jiaxin so gently. All the grievances welled up again, and tears streamed down her face once more.

However, happy moments are always fleeting. Bing ordered Jiaxin to stand with her legs and arms spread apart, and for the first time,
she seriously examined her little slave. Her jet-black hair was tied into a bun on top of her head,
slightly disheveled from standing upside down for so long. Strands of her side-swept bangs clung to her smooth forehead. Her large eyes, with long eyelashes,
still held teardrops, making her look incredibly pitiful. Below her pert nose was a delicate little mouth. Further down,
there was a delicate collarbone. Her breasts weren't large, just enough to fill her entire palm. She stood quietly and obediently below her collarbone,
still bearing faint red marks, perhaps from yesterday's trial lesson. Her arms, connected to her fragrant shoulders
, were also free of any excess fat; her hands were incredibly slender. It was said she could play the piano, and her skill was quite high. Further down
were her cleaned genitals and firm thighs. Her small knees bore two faint
bruises from kneeling training. Her slender calves and white feet were equally captivating; Jiaxin's feet were especially small, probably only
size 34. Bing circled behind Jiaxin again. The colors behind her were indeed much richer. Several
fresh whip marks appeared on her otherwise pristine back, preliminarily determined to be from snake whips. Years of dance training had made Jiaxin's waist incredibly thin
, and her two pert buttocks were completely swollen, with various irregular colors and
shapes . Presumably, her buttocks hadn't seen the light of day since she began training, with new injuries piling on top of old ones every day. Her straight legs
bore marks from thin vines, presumably as punishment for the trial lessons, where the learning points were awarded to her legs.
In terms of overall proportions, Jiaxin was near perfect. At 167cm tall and 48kg, she was perfectly proportioned,
slim where she should be and curvy where she should be. Her gentle and compliant nature made her a true
lady . Even trembling with fear, she exuded the elegance of a refined young lady. Bing once again marveled at his
good fortune in acquiring such a beauty, and decided to put in extra effort to train her.

Bing used a thick silver chain to secure Jiaxin's collar, leading her to a room on the second floor.
It turned out to be a gym. Bailing was struggling on the treadmill, running
at The discomfort of running after being given a belly full of warm water was unimaginable. She
clutched her lower abdomen with one hand and wiped her face with the other, her delicate face a mixture of sweat and tears, looking quite disheveled. When Bing arrived with Jiaxin
, her 40-minute training session had just ended. Bailing, feeling utterly exhausted, climbed off the treadmill
.

After letting Bailing wash herself, Bing gently massaged her lower abdomen. Seeing that it
was almost six in the morning, and assuming his three little slaves would arrive soon to assist him, he
took Jiaxin and Bailing to the playground downstairs. This was the first time the two had appeared completely naked in public
, coinciding with the maids' and servants' morning exercises. With everyone's eyes on
them Bing ordered them
to stand in the middle of the playground with their hands behind their backs and chests out , to train them to be comfortable being naked in public.

Chapter Nine: Required Courses

Becoming the school's only gold-medal slave was no easy feat; every exam and every day's performance
was crucial. In the gold-medal slave selection process, required courses accounted for 40%, elective courses for
20%, internships for 30%, and the final day's talent performance for 10%. In other words,
the participation grade was extremely important. The reason there's a difference between trainers is that the compulsory courses are
arranged by the trainer themselves. Only fixed training content is required, not specific class hours. The final grade is determined by the final exam on the last
day . A highly skilled trainer can not only complete the training quickly but also
minimize the girls' suffering.

Wanting to give their delicate buttocks a break, Bing planned to start training in other areas over the next two days.
Today 's first lesson focused on their breasts. Bing had trained so many girls and had quite a few of his own slaves, but
none of their breasts had ever given him the same urge to abuse them as Jiaxin's. He lovingly
kneaded Jiaxin's adorable breasts repeatedly; soft and elastic, the pink buds easily stood erect
. In comparison, Bailing's breasts were equally impressive; her full figure made her breasts even more rounded and
alluring. At this moment, two girls wearing only white bras and white skirts walked over from a distance,
each holding a riding crop with a leather paddle at one end. Jiaxin was familiar with them; the first time she met her senior
, Kexin, she had been whipped with one of these, and she had experienced their power during a trial lesson—just ten whips had left her in excruciating
pain .

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that one girl had "y0403" tattooed on her body, and the other "t0504." They
knelt in the standard slave posture, raising their whips high. It turned out that from the third term onwards, Bing would buy
one of his former students from each term to keep at home. After all, he only came to the academy to teach
new courses for a little over a month each year; the rest of the time, he enjoyed the services of his little slaves at home. Those trained by Bing
were at bronze-level slaves; in this respect, his private life was quite enviable.

"Croissant, Clover, one each, 10 slaps, begin." Jiaxin and Bailing were completely bewildered.
The two senior students stood up in unison, stood in front of them, and began slapping their right breasts repeatedly
. The quiet playground echoed with the loud "slap" sounds, even louder than a regular slap.
Despite being mentally prepared, the two were still drenched in sweat from the pain, experiencing this torture for the first time. Jiaxin
bit her lip tightly, trying her best to keep her body still. She endured
the ten slaps on one side, but the other breast wasn't spared either.

Perhaps encouraged by Jiaxin, Bailing also remained motionless, enduring twenty vicious slaps
. Seeing the approval in Bing's eyes, both of them breathed a slight sigh of relief. After this ordeal,
their fair chests were covered in red welts and clear finger marks. Suddenly, Bing reached out her left hand and pinched
Jiaxin's right nipple with such force that Jiaxin's face contorted in pain. Instead of letting go,
Bing used her right hand to repeatedly slap Jiaxin's chest from both sides. Due to the pain...
Instinctively, Jiaxin arched her back in pain, but she couldn't escape Bing's strong fingers.
Remembering her duty as a slave, she dared not truly resist.

Bing's blows were swift and brutal; her already swollen breasts even developed purple bruises in some places.
After the beating stopped, they trembled for a long time before finally ceasing. Bailing, witnessing all this, was
stunned . Seeing Bing approaching with a slap in hand, she trembled even more, but
dared not move, let alone dodge, maintaining her upright posture. Bing didn't pull her nipples; instead, she placed the leather
head of the slap on her small nipples and slammed it down hard with her wrist, causing Bailing's full breasts to bounce back and forth. Bailing
squeezed her eyes shut in pain, gritting her teeth and desperately enduring the pain.

Fortunately, the torture didn't last long. Bing gave the two women ample time to recover. Both looked extremely
disheveled ; their once beautiful faces were now streaked with tears, and their once fair breasts were a mess. After resting for about ten minutes,
Bing, considering that the two had just received professional training and that she was already satisfied with their first performance, stopped.
She turned around and took out two pairs of delicate nipple clamps from a box—one pair shaped like butterflies about to take flight, and the other like
busy bees collecting nectar. They looked quite pretty on their swollen breasts, but their ravaged nipples
were excruciatingly painful even to the touch, let alone having the clamps applied. After clamping them, Bing led the two women back
upstairs.

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