Life at the Female Slave School

A prominent banner reading "Welcome New Students" hangs at the entrance of Mole Manor. On both sides stand guides dressed in uniform black leather uniforms, directing the new students to register on the first floor of the main building. After confirming that the information is correct, they sign a contract. The contract mainly includes the content of living according to the college's arrangements for the next five years, the method of salary payment, etc. After signing, they go to the room on the second floor where they had their interview yesterday for a meeting. Jiajia successfully completed everything and arrived at the conference room on the second floor. The middle-aged woman from yesterday was in charge of the meeting. After calling out the trainees' names one by one, she began her expressionless lecture: "First, welcome to the Gold Medal Slave Academy. You 30 are the best performers from yesterday's interviews. I am the head of this training session; you can call me Sister Sha. We'll see each other often. Second, starting tomorrow, you will begin 30 days of formal training. You are not allowed to contact the outside world unless there are special circumstances. The first 10 days will focus on basic knowledge. There will be classroom tests every day, and based on your performance in other areas, you will receive a comprehensive score each day. These scores, combined with the final test on the tenth day, will determine your class assignments. Ten of you 30 will receive female slave training, ten will receive maid training, and ten will receive maid service. I won't go into the differences between these three; you all understand. Third, I hope you 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 big no-no in this college. 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'll take you to visit the training venue."
Jiajia and the others didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of this strict female teacher. They quickly lined up and followed the teacher out of the main building. Jiajia's student number was 1 (later they learned it was because she had the highest interview score). She walked at the front of the line. They crossed a large green lawn and came to a four-story white building. Upon entering, there was a very spacious hall, about 200 square meters in area, without any partitions. There was a whole wall of mirrors facing the entrance. The floor was covered with a thick wool carpet. To the right of the entrance was a transparent glass cabinet about two meters high, which contained common instruments of torture such as whips, rulers, and perforated wooden boards. There were also several rattan canes and a bunch of ropes stuck in a bucket on one side. Upon seeing these things, some of the girls couldn't help but gasp softly. As they walked, Sister Sha explained,
"This is where we'll meet every morning and evening. We'll meet promptly at 7:30 AM and 9:30 PM in the lobby on the first floor. No one is allowed to be absent for any reason." The lobby on the first floor was the cafeteria, looking much like a university cafeteria, except that there were only tables, no chairs. This was because, whether female slaves, maids, or servants, eating standing up was considered the proper way to eat. The second floor had several classrooms for general education classes. There was a very bright dance studio, complete with barre and support posts. There was also a classroom that looked like a theory class, with 30 small tables neatly arranged. Needless to say, classes were held on knees. There was also a strange-looking classroom; although it was large, it was filled with oddly shaped tables and shelves. The clever Jiajia suddenly had a bad feeling. The second floor also had a medical room, a small library, and other basic facilities. One side of the third floor was used for various tests, such as final exams, while the other side was used for punishments, including warnings to disobedient students and experiential classes. For example, experiencing various forms of hanging took place in a room with adjustable ropes, and being forced to sit in a small room just high enough for one person to sit after a severe beating. Sister Sha explained this casually, while some girls were already in tears. The door to the fourth floor was locked. Sister Sha explained that it was the exclusive area for female slaves after class assignments, and she wouldn't show it to them.
Sister Sha then led everyone down to the basement, 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. Keen-eyed students noticed a small pool of water, about one square meter in size, filled with terrifying rattan canes. 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 across the face. Sister Sha explained that they were collectively called "trash" at the academy, maids or even servants unwanted at auctions, receiving a beating every morning before being relegated to the lowest of jobs until the next auction. As if foreseeing their miserable future, everyone wore expressions of despair. This despair intensified upon seeing their dormitory. The dormitory was located on one side of the basement, with three walls and one iron fence. Two people shared a small room; besides two beds and two three-tiered wardrobes, there was no extra space. 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. These had to be changed and washed daily. Under the bed were a pair of black high heels, a pair of white sneakers, and a pair of dance shoes. Opening the closet, the first shelf startled everyone: a smooth, natural wood-colored ruler, a three-finger-wide leather belt, and a black collar, wristbands, and anklets. Sister Sha said that unless instructed by the teacher, these three items could not be removed under any circumstances. The second shelf contained basic necessities, and the third shelf held various ointments for treating injuries. Each person had an assessment sheet pasted on their bedside, which they had to fill out truthfully each day for punishment during the final test on the tenth day. On the closet was a class schedule, the back of which was covered with densely packed rules and requirements.
It was around 3 p.m. Sister Sha told everyone to go back to their dorms to tidy up, and to go to the cafeteria on the first floor at 5:30 p.m. sharp for lunch. After lunch, everyone was to meet in the lobby on the first floor at 6 p.m. for a meeting. Everyone was required to wear the same black lace thong and a collar, etc. They were told to just throw away their current clothes and shoes. They were also to use the two hours to memorize all the rules, as there would be random questions later. The girl who shared a dorm room with Jiajia was named Mengmeng. She was an absolute cutie. Although she was less than 165 cm tall and not particularly slender, she had even fairer and more delicate skin than Jiajia. Her big eyes and neat bangs made her look very well-behaved, quiet, and likable. The two exchanged wry smiles and chatted briefly before quickly changing clothes. Although they were both women, Song Jiaxin, the rich girl, was still very shy about changing clothes in front of strangers for the first time. In contrast, Mengmeng was much more relaxed. After quickly changing, the two helped each other put on their collars and other accessories. Without much time to talk, they quickly began to memorize the complicated rules.
The daily routine is roughly as follows: wake up promptly at 5:30 AM to wash and dress; assemble in the lobby at 6:00 AM for physical training; breakfast at 7:00 AM; morning meeting at 7:30 AM; first period from 8:00 AM to 10:00 AM; second period from 10:30 AM to 12:30 PM; lunch at 12:30 PM; third period from 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM; fourth period from 3:30 PM to 5:30 PM; lunch again at 5:30 PM; fifth period from 6:00 PM to 8:00 PM; a rare rest period from 8:00 PM to 9:30 PM, during which students who make mistakes are often punished; a meeting at 9:30 AM; laundry and tidying time from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM; lights out at 11:00 PM. Except for physical training, students are required to wear black bikinis and high heels at all other times. For the first ten days, the first period each day is a physical education class, the second a psychology class, the third a basic knowledge class, the fourth an experiential class, and the fifth a skills training class. Teachers can punish students at any time based on their classroom performance.
After dinner, everyone went to the lobby on the first floor. The lace tops and thongs did not provide any cover at all, and the girls' soft buttocks were 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 with your hands, 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 all 30 men had finished their admonitions, 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 swollen and red, 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 fell 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 beaten the night before, 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 and pressed her to 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 didn't dare cry out. Ah Jin's strength was considerable; 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, continue. Two laps as punishment after 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 her 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 weren't full, 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 no choice but to pinch 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 teacher's shoes as he made his rounds, the occasional crack of a whip on a 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 lobby. Today was the first morning meeting, 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, sticking her still-red-marked buttocks out 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 as Number 19. 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 or crying out during the beating 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, pointing their toes. While keeping their left leg straight, they tried to grab their 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 went down a little. At this moment, Cindy suddenly produced a thin rattan cane in her hand. If she saw anyone's movement not going correctly, she would swing the cane 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 had to stretch their left leg again. By the time they finished stretching both legs, several girls were sweating profusely from the pain. Cindy didn't give them a break. She then had everyone face the mirror, put their hands on the barre, and bend over backward, requiring them to touch their knees with their heads, to train their waist flexibility. Next, they practiced basic postures in pairs, such as shoulder presses and frog poses. These were all very easy for Jiaxin. She secretly observed that Jiaxin seemed to be one of the few students who hadn't been chosen in this class, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
After a ten-minute break, the second phase of training began. The second phase focused on etiquette. Cindy first explained and demonstrated the standard standing posture, then ordered someone to bring 30 thick books, which the girls had to balance 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 had 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, instantly 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 to the touch. 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 a 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, each student was given a thick textbook and required to memorize it as part of the written exam in ten days.
The morning passed quickly, and as the bell rang at 12:30, the students headed to the cafeteria. Lunch was also very plentiful, but out of consideration for dining etiquette, the cafeteria remained very quiet. The first class in the afternoon 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 similarly to Jiaxin and Mengmeng, they did not seem to be students. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, 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 next to him 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. When they visited, 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 no one dared to 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 line up 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 instructor 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 methods of hitting and punishment. When "hitting," he hoped that everyone would feel the sensation of each different instrument of torture hitting their body. During the final exam, they would be blindfolded and had to identify the instrument of torture used. The "punishment" part was to enhance everyone's endurance. During the exam, they would see who could perform the same posture most accurately 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, afraid to cry out, could only silently weep. Half an hour felt like an eternity. Finally, it was almost time to end the get out of 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 in class 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.

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