Gold Medal Slave Academy 1-9

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 forms admissions working groups as needed, and the admissions working groups 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 according to the categories of female slaves, maids, and servants. The planned enrollment
is 30 students. Outstanding students will receive 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 accept 30 days of intensive, closed-door training.

9. Applicants with artistic talents will be given priority.

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 student'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. Students who successfully complete the training will participate in a public auction; the proceeds will belong to the academy.

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

Interview Location: Moore Manor, Western Suburbs

Interview Time: 9:00 AM, March 12th

Contact Person: Ms. Chen

Admissions Inquiry Hotline:

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Chapter 1: Preparing to Apply

Song Jiaxin held an 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 of her parents' eye since childhood
. However, a family gathering three months ago became the end of her happiness. Whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made calamity is impossible
to verify. She only knew that when she rushed home from university, the three-story villa had been reduced to ashes, and 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. Only then did she realize the company was riddled with problems, its members
scattered like leaves in the wind, and after declaring bankruptcy, she was not only left with nothing but also deeply in debt. The astronomical figure of 2 million was
unimaginable for a second-year dance student. It was at this time that a friend gave her this recruitment brochure.

In the Kingdom of Muxi, female slaves were not a private matter. Having experienced the lavish lifestyle of the upper class
, 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 high salaries
, but the requirements were also high. First, they had to pass professional slave academy training and obtain a qualification certificate.
Second, as female slaves, they had to obey all orders and demands of their masters at all times. The pay for a top-tier female slave is usually
around 100,000 yuan per month. If the master is in a good mood, they might even receive occasional rewards. Even though they might endure various
inhuman tortures every day, many girls are still willing to do it. After all, masters won't actually kill their slaves; on the one hand,
they would be punished by law, and on the other hand, if a slave is damaged, they would have to buy a new one, which isn't worthwhile.

She also clearly remembered that her father had taken her to see the bi-monthly public slave auction held
on the large lawn of Mole Manor, divided into three sections: female slave area, maid area, and maid area. The auction was
very lively, with countless buyers moving around. The female slaves waiting to be bought wore uniform black
lace bikinis and knelt in large transparent glass boxes. Each of them had a number written on their chest,
below which was the starting price set by the organizer, the Top-Tier Slave Academy, based on each person's qualifications. There was only
one gold-level female slave, two silver-level, three bronze-level, and the rest were collectively called basic slaves, and their numbers were not many. Due to
the initial enrollment restrictions and strict assessment system, there would be no more than four basic slaves. At the time, young
Jiajia and her father enthusiastically toured the area, but only bought the
lowest-ranking but cheapest maid to help her mother with housework, based on the family's needs. As for female slaves, they didn't consider buying one.

Jiajia was not unaware that many young men even brought female slaves to various public occasions and humiliated them,
even competing with each other; whoever had the most obedient and charming slave would gain everyone's respect. She had also
personally witnessed female slaves being forced to kneel by their masters in hotel lobbies, 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's only five years.
I'll only be 24 in five years. I'll still have time to escape slavery, get married, and have children." Plus, 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 she suffered a lot, it would be worth it.

Chapter Two: The Interview

The 12th was a bright Saturday. Out of politeness, Jiajia arrived at Mole Manor promptly at 8:40 AM.
Two women wearing golden masks guided her into the main building at the entrance; the interview was on the second floor.
Mole Manor was a European-style villa, originally the private residence of a wealthy man in the Muxi Kingdom. It was later
bought by the Gold Medal Slave Academy as an interview and training venue, and the city-wide, bi-monthly slave auction was also
held here. Jiajia went to the second floor and handed her application form to the person in charge at the stairwell, receiving
a number 24. It seemed 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
. In addition to common tests such as height, weight, and bust, waist, and hip measurements, the academy had also introduced
advanced equipment such as skin color testing machines and body proportion assessment machines. The first part of the test was also computer-controlled and intelligently completed,
making cheating and alteration impossible. The second part was a basic interview, reportedly conducted by the dean himself this year
. The examiners assessed the candidates' basic demeanor through their answers and conversation. The third part involved a virtual scenario where
candidates drew lots to role-play before entering the examination room, experiencing a small taste of what it's like to be a slave.
With a mix of nervousness and excitement, Jiajia entered the first room. The skin testing machine,
resembling a large black glass panel about two meters high, required the test subject to stand in front of it; after five seconds, a result
sheet would appear from a connected printer. The body proportion test was more like a weighing scale, reportedly
using a weak current 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 waited in line outside the room for the second round of interviews
.

At this moment, 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
was increasing. The entire corridor was very quiet, with only the clatter of high heels as candidates came and went. "
Number 24, Song Jiaxin!" It was her turn! Jiajia quickly got up and walked to the door as gracefully as possible, knocking
three times lightly. She heard a dignified yet solemn voice from inside say, "Please come in." Jiajia noticed that there were
three examiners inside. The one on the far left was a handsome young man. She keenly noticed that his
eyes lit 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 process was also
very 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, etc.?
The three teachers seemed quite satisfied with Jiajia, and the handsome man on her left kept smiling at her.

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. In the center was a long wooden table, 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 believe you haven't fulfilled your duties as a slave. Don't you have anything
to say to me?" Jiajia immediately reacted, kneeling down and saying in a trembling voice,
"S-Sir, I'm sorry, I accidentally broke the vase. Please...please punish me..."
"Okay, lie face down on that wooden table and try your best to stick your buttocks up high." 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 often been scolded by her mother for learning dance and piano as a child
, this was the first time she had experienced such pain. However, a cold voice came from behind, "Miss,
I think you should know you're in an interview right now. I don't want to hear any unnecessary noise." Jiajia snapped back to reality,
inwardly cursing herself for being so weak. Without giving her any time to 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 next door for 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 intensive 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." Jia '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 unimaginable humiliation, to accept all sorts of torture? Yesterday's six strokes of the cane seemed like nothing more than a warm-up. Once she became a slave, there would be no room for resistance. After carefully considering it for 20 minutes, she told herself to be strong, to be independent, to earn money on her own. She decisively replied: "Received, attending 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: Nice to Meet You

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 new students to register on the first floor of the main building. After confirming their information is correct, they sign
a contract. The contract mainly covers five years of living arrangements with the college, salary payment methods, etc.
After signing, they go to the second floor to the room where they had their interviews the day before 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 cover basic knowledge. There will be classroom tests every day, and your performance in other
areas will be considered. Each person will receive a comprehensive score daily. These scores, combined with the final exam on the tenth day
, will determine your class assignments. Ten of you will receive female slave training, ten
maid training, and ten maid training. I won't elaborate on the differences; 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." "It will be difficult, so everyone should be mentally prepared. Specific details will be outlined at the end of the course schedule.
The general requirement is: obedience. The word 'why' is a major taboo in this college. Whatever the instruction,
just follow it if you understand it. That's all I have to say. Now, line up according to your student ID numbers from registration. I
'll take you to visit the training facilities."

Facing this stern female teacher, Jiajia and the others didn't dare breathe loudly, quickly standing in line and following the teacher out of
the main building. Jiajia's student ID was number 1 (later they learned it was because she had the highest interview score). Walking... At the head of the group
, they crossed a large expanse of lush green lawn and arrived at a four-story white building. Upon entering, they found themselves in a
very spacious hall, easily 200 square meters in size, without any partitions. One wall facing the entrance was entirely covered
in mirrors, and the floor was covered with a thick wool carpet. To the right of the entrance stood a transparent glass
cabinet about two meters high, containing common instruments of torture such as whips, rulers, and perforated wooden boards. A bucket on one side held several rattan canes
and a large bundle of rope. Upon seeing these items, 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 take leave 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, regardless of whether they were
female slaves, maids, or servants, eating standing up was considered normal. 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 low tables neatly arranged. Needless to say, classes were held while kneeling. 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 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 even 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 across the face. Sister Sha
said that in the academy, they were collectively called "trash," maids or even servants unwanted at auctions,
receiving a beating every morning before performing 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 PM. Sister Sha told everyone to go back to their dorms and tidy up, then
head to the cafeteria on the first floor for lunch at 5:30 PM sharp. After lunch, we were to meet in the lobby on the first floor at 6 PM for a meeting. We were required to wear matching black lace thongs
and chokers, and to discard our current clothes and shoes. We were also to use these two
hours to memorize all the rules, as there would be random questions later. The girl who shared a dorm with Jiajia was named Mengmeng.
She was an absolute 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
incredibly sweet, quiet, and lovable. The two exchanged wry smiles, chatted briefly, and then quickly began changing. Although
they were both women, Song Jiaxin, the wealthy heiress, was extremely
shy 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.

The typical daily routine is 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 promptly 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 up from 10:00 PM to 11:00 AM; lights out and bedtime promptly at 11:00 PM. Except for physical training where sportswear
and sneakers are required, black bikinis and high heels are mandatory 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. Lace tops and thongs offered absolutely no cover
; the girls' soft, tender buttocks were completely exposed, swaying up and down with their walk.
Five long benches had appeared in the hall, each with a pillow-like protrusion in the middle.
On each bench lay two rulers and two leather belts. Ten muscular, shirtless men 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." "Here you go!" Jiajia walked tremblingly to the front.
She was still terrified of the cold object on the bench. "Lie down on yourselves, feet together, hands gripping
the bench, faces pressed against it. Twenty strokes each with the ruler and leather belt. Not many, but enough to make you submit.
Hold this position, no shouting. 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 the beating twice over.
Understand?" Everyone was too scared to make a sound. The first five quickly lay down, their delicate buttocks resting on
the raised area, sticking up high. The ten men, in pairs, began to beat them mercilessly. "Smack!"
The man to Jia's left slammed the ruler down. Jia clenched her teeth tightly to keep from crying out. The second girl wasn't so docile
; a soft "Ah!" escaped her teeth, bringing her number to 21. Even though Jia was very patient
, she endured over 30 strokes of the ruler before the 20 strokes were finished. Just as she was about to relax, the first blow of the belt
came whistling through the air. The ruler only covered half of her buttocks at a time, and the pain was dull and deep. The belt was
pulled down as if to tear the flesh off her buttocks. Jia was sweating profusely from the pain, but she bit
her lip and dared not make a sound, hoping the torture would end quickly. After countless blows, the belt finally
stopped its brutality. 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 was still ongoing; 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 beatings
, 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,
caught off guard by nervousness, couldn't remember and was immediately dragged back to the bench, receiving another ten slaps. The flesh on her buttocks twitched incessantly, a
pitiful sight. After everything was over, everyone could only help each other downstairs to their dormitories to rest. They then helped each other
apply ointment, knowing they would have to get up early the next day to face new challenges.

Chapter Four: Day One

Because they weren't mentally prepared, and had been beaten up on their first night, almost every girl
fell asleep sobbing. They couldn't even imagine what the next ten days would hold.
In a hazy state, it was 5:30 the next morning when a sharp, piercing ringtone sounded. Jiaxin reluctantly
got up, looked at her bottom, and couldn't help but marvel at the miraculous effect of the special ointment. In just
one night, the redness and swelling had subsided considerably, leaving only a faint red welt. Seeing that it was getting late,
she hurriedly woke up Mengmeng, who was still asleep. 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 if they weren't careful.

At six o'clock, Sister Sha brought a very strong-looking man into the hall and introduced
him as their physical trainer for the next ten days, A Jin. 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 face was already very displeased, 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. Jia
Xin, as a dance major, only had a 1000-meter run in her physical fitness test; how was she going to manage 4000 meters?! But looking at A Jin...
Jin's serious expression left no room for argument, and the 30-person team set off. Because they had all been
beaten the night before, some quite severely, their pace was slow. 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, crouched on the ground, and refused to continue running. Seeing this, Jin scooped her up
and placed her on his left knee, lifting her white skirt with his left hand and removing one of her sneakers with his right.
"Smack, smack!" A series of slaps landed on her small, white buttocks, which were only covered by underwear. Remembering the lesson from the previous night, she didn't
dare cry out. Ah Jin's grip was strong; the rubber sole of his sneakers made a crisp sound as he slapped her. He delivered a full
20 slaps before throwing her to the ground. By this time, the main group had already completed six laps. Ah Jin's order was simple and
brutal: "Go, keep going. Two laps as a penalty for finishing ten laps. We'll stop when you finish." Seeing this, several
girls who were about to fall behind immediately caught up, taking three steps at a time.

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, silently 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 immediately
grabbed her with her last bit of 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 the three, quick-witted, began to beg for mercy: "Ah! Ah! Teacher! Ah! We were wrong! Ah! We'll
run properly!" Only then did he stop. 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 girls drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Ajin
announced: Ten minutes of rest. Only four pitiful girls remained running laps on the grass. Eight minutes later, all
the girls returned, leaving them with a meager two-minute rest. Looking at his watch, it was already 6:40
. Ah Jin immediately led them in their second training exercise: horse stance. He first demonstrated
the standard movement himself and then asked the girls to imitate it. At this moment, he held a bamboo whip that Sister Sha had just retrieved.
The yard echoed with shouts: "Snap! Eyes forward!" "Snap! Hands level!" "Snap! Downward!" "Squat!" And
the soft sobs of the girls filled the air. Ah Jin demanded they maintain the perfect horse stance for ten minutes. By the third minute,
some were already struggling, swaying uncontrollably. Ah Jin's bamboo whip seemed to have eyes,
lashing thirty small, pert buttocks in turn. Even through their skirts and underwear, what good could those thin layers do? Finally,
they endured ten minutes. Many girls had bright
red welts on their thighs, calves, arms, and backs; their buttocks were even worse.

Finally, seven o'clock arrived, and Ah Jin waved for everyone to disperse promptly. 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 finished. 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 reluctantly pinched her nose and drank it. For a moment, thirty girls were kneeling neatly beside the long table. The
only sounds in the cafeteria were the clatter of the teachers' shoes as they patrolled, 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, 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 carrying two bamboo poles 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: "First day
of morning exercises. Overall, everyone did 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. Put away your spoiled princess attitudes from home. Now, numbers 9 and
19, step forward. Late? Ten poles, 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, five more 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, another five strokes, 20 in total, 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 bamboo sticks down on the two little buttocks sticking up in the air. Although it was only a
thin bamboo stick, three fingers wide and one meter long, it was still more powerful than a ruler. Moreover, the sound of bamboo hitting people was crisp, and the hall was spacious
and quiet. The two executioners maintained the same frequency, hitting once and pausing for two seconds. The sound of "smack, smack, smack"
was quite frightening, and 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 finished, and girl number 19 was ordered
to kneel to the side, hands behind her head, her buttocks already noticeably pink. Girl number 9, however, still had ten more strokes to endure.
Her skin was already fair, and after 20 strokes, her visibly 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! Slacking off during morning exercises,
ten strokes each! Begin!" The girls dared not delay, trembling as they walked to the front of the line, standing in pairs
. Soon, the hall echoed again with the sounds of spanking and the girls' low sobs. Except for
girl number 26, who, due to the unbearable pain, moved forward a small step and received two extra strokes, the others all knelt in the corner after their beatings
.

The hall fell completely silent for a moment. Sister Sha seemed to deliberately pause for a moment before continuing, "Everyone
, gather together, let's go to class!" The first class was a posture and deportation class. 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
walked in. Seeing that she was a young and beautiful teacher, everyone couldn't help but feel relieved. Hopefully
, this gentle-looking teacher wouldn't always be so harsh. The teacher held a attendance sheet, indicating she
had a basic understanding of the students. "Hello, students," she said, "I'm Cindy, your posture coach. 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 too 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 appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere, and
would swing the cane at anyone whose movement wasn't correct, specifically hitting 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 legs down, some felt their
legs were 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; instead, she had them face a mirror, place their hands on the barre, and bend forward and backward, trying to
touch their knees with their heads, to improve 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
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. The second phase mainly 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 made each girl bite down on a bamboo
chopstick, maintaining a perfect smile and posture, with the requirement that the paper and books not fall 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; she could spot anyone's expression in the mirror and immediately lash them with a cane.
By the eighth minute, one girl, after being whipped three times, finally cried out in pain and panicked, dropping her book
. This poor girl, number 3, was very beautiful, instantly evoking pity.
Cindy, however, ignored her and spoke into her walkie-talkie. A
middle-aged woman holding a leather belt immediately entered, ordering the offending girl to bend over, holding the handle, and then whipping her 22 times in quick succession. The black
belt ravaged her snow-white buttocks, as if trying to tear them apart.
The girl, still biting on a bamboo chopstick, cried desperately in pain but still managed a smile. After the 22 whips, girl number 3 collapsed to
the ground, only to be immediately grabbed by Cindy, who propped her up with her book and made her stand again. The beatings continued intermittently,
with all the girls 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 still hadn't completed their full standing time, including poor Mengmeng. Having just
received six spanks, Mengmeng had only six minutes left. Her face was wet, indistinguishable
between 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. At this moment, she
stood expressionless at the front of the classroom and began explaining the main content of the psychology class. 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 argued back because they were wronged by their masters. These were all unacceptable
. Whether maid, servant, or slave, obedience was paramount. One must always prioritize one's master,
obey orders, and follow commands without arrogance or overstepping boundaries. 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. 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 class in the afternoon
was Basic Knowledge. Upon entering the classroom, they found the teacher already there—a
middle-aged man over forty. Two young women stood beside him, dressed similarly to Jiaxin and Mengmeng,
but they didn't seem to be students. Feeling uneasy, Jiaxin and Mengmeng entered the classroom. The Basic Knowledge
classroom was very large, with 30 circular mats arranged in a staggered pattern. Just as Jiaxin chose her seat
, the teacher spoke: "Hello everyone, my surname is Liu, and I am your Basic Knowledge teacher. Today,
we will be discussing basic posture. First, kneel with your thighs and calves at a 90-degree angle, feet together, hands clasped
behind your back, and head looking at the ground in front of you. This is a basic posture that all students must master.
Please maintain this posture when you are not working or receiving orders." As he spoke, the two women beside him...
While demonstrating, everyone followed suit. Then, Teacher Liu, holding a ruler,
began to check. "Smack! Raise your hands a little higher!" "Smack! Your back isn't straight enough!" Jiaxin felt that the teacher's requirements were really strict
. Almost no student could satisfy him. Even she herself was slapped 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 next trial class made everyone very uneasy. The classroom for the trial class was in a corner on the second floor. When they visited,
the room was empty. Now, 30 wooden tables were neatly arranged, and 30
young men, shirtless and wearing tight leather pants, stood beside the tables. Everyone reached the classroom door, but no one dared to
take another step forward, let alone enter the classroom. Until the school bell rang, a young man dressed similarly
arrived at the classroom door, urging everyone to enter and stand in front of the desks according to their student numbers. When everyone
saw what was on the desks, they trembled involuntarily: 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 final exam. The class mainly involved leading everyone to experience common
methods of beating and punishment. During the "beating," he wanted everyone to carefully feel the sensation of each different instrument of torture hitting their bodies
. The final exam would require them to identify the instruments of torture used while blindfolded. The "punishment" part was designed to enhance everyone's endurance
; the exam would see who could perform the same posture most accurately and 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. Everyone was instructed to remain silent and not cry out.
With a crisp "Start!", the room echoed with "Whoosh! Snap!" Ten canes struck
the girls' backs. Clearly, the executioners were highly skilled; the ten red welts were
perfectly aligned, none repeating, on the girls' snow-white backs. Even though it was the thinnest cane, the skin on the back
was thinner than the skin on the buttocks, still causing many girls to cry from the pain. Next came canes number 2, 3, and 4,
five strikes each, mercilessly lashing the already injured buttocks. Despite Jiaxin's constant encouragement to endure
, she was still groaning incessantly from the beatings. All her willpower was focused on fighting the pain; she had no time to distinguish
the differences between the canes. After 25 lashes with the cane, the executioners picked up the thickest cane, number 5,
and changed the striking point to the girls' fair, plump thighs. The sounds of "whoosh! crack! whoosh! crack!" echoed repeatedly.
As expected of the number 5 cane, its power was not to be underestimated. The thighs, with their rich nerve endings, hurt even more. Many girls
couldn't help but jump up and down. However, 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 strength to continue
the second half of the lesson.

The main content of the second half was "punishment." Since it was the first lesson, the instructors still imparted
a lot of theoretical knowledge. For example, punishments usually included standing, kneeling, hanging, and other variations—processes
that everyone had to experience before officially entering their master's house. Considering
how tiring it was for everyone to stand during the morning's physical education class and how difficult it was to learn the kneeling posture in the basic knowledge class, today we'll mainly let you experience
what it's like to be suspended in the air. The instructor took everyone to the third floor and suspended each person in a "Y" shape using hand rings
. As the pulleys kept turning, the girls' feet slowly left the ground, and in the end, they
could only barely stand on tiptoe. The instructor explained that this was the most basic and common punishment; even maids were often suspended for an hour when they made mistakes
. Considering that today was the first day and everyone had worked so hard, we'll let you experience the simplest one
. Although it's called simple, it's not actually that easy. The weight of the whole body is concentrated on the two shoulders,
and there are still fresh whip marks on the back, buttocks, and legs screaming in pain. The girls dared not make a sound
and could only silently weep. Half an hour felt like an eternity. Finally, it was almost
time to end the class. The girls, almost 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; how could someone who had never lifted a finger do any housework? 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's shiny but not too slippery. Everyone accepted
this teacher who didn't use punishment and tried their best to follow her standards, even those who didn't know how to do it yet tried their best,
including Jiaxin. A skilled teacher's skill is immediately apparent. Mengmeng and Jiaxin presented two different scenarios. Mengmeng clearly came from a working background ; she handled almost all the tasks the teacher gave her with ease, and even received praise from the teacher
before the end of class . 　　When class ended, night had fallen. Everyone gathered in the empty disciplinary room next to the dormitory. Sister Sha was already waiting for everyone there. When they entered, she was carefully reading a report in her hand, presumably summarizing everyone's performance that day. Everyone held their breath as they entered, 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 here, and even the next five years, would be like. The bright overhead lights, combined with the stagnant silence, added to the eerie atmosphere. Finally, Sister Sha raised her head, looked everyone up and down, and began her summary: "Everyone did quite well on the first day. Firstly, regarding learning..."

"Regarding your performance, I have scores from five teachers. Only 13 of you have an average score below 90. Then, considering your
conduct, taking into account your behavior since last night when you started following 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 your scores. Those who did not meet the classroom performance requirements
should stand to my left; those who did not meet the daily conduct requirements should stand to my right;
the five students who did not meet either requirements should stand in the middle; and the five students who met both requirements can go back to rest."

As Sister Sha read out 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, due to 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 poor score of 84 in class and had to stay to receive additional 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 her that afternoon 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 received an extra 20 strokes of the cane,
students scoring 80-85 points received 40 strokes, and so on. For daily living, a B grade received 20 strokes with a belt, a C grade received 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 helped each other apply ointment to their wounds; Mengmeng
's technique was very skillful, as if she were used to being beaten. Jiaxin was very curious about her background and almost asked several times
, but she never dared to. After washing up together at 10 o'clock, the long first day was
over. And this was only the first day!

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