Settling in.

Cindi had slept on her stomach the next few nights. Reading over the school guidelines in earnest. She had thus far been able to avoid any more major punishments for infractions.

Even in good standing Cindi found life at Warwicks a challenge, their first semester students wore a shorter green plaid skirt instead of the already mid-thigh red number the rest of the student body was assigned. As she was joining in the spring the other freshmen had graduated to the standard uniform. It was a fairly subtle thing at a glance to an outside observer but it meant the staff was constantly watching her for infractions and generally giving her extra attention. She had still not been given access to a phone or computer with actual internet access. You could do research on the campus computers but they were restricted from social media entirely on freshman accounts. She had no way of knowing what was going on with the pictures from her altogether lude display her first day.

Cindi was managing well enough with most of the schools policies even if it cut her to do so at times. Simple things like walking a 2 steps behind and a step to the left of staff members unless in active conversation with them. Always address staff by their first names in a respectful tone, and professors by their title and last name. Were easy enough in theory, even if remembering every name became a challenge in itself.

Little infractions in decorum would cause a demerit to be applied to the girls uniform. Her skirt scrunching up as much as an inch in the front or back with each lapse in courtesy.
Combined with Cindi's first semester uniform not including any underwear... a lot of people had seen just how long those hand prints on her ass had lasted the first week. Even before the pictures hit the internet.
It was a fairly harsh infraction to intentionally cover yourself for any length of time while exposed for disciplinary reasons.
Masturbation however was encouraged, the programs stated goal to overcome shame, learn discipline and command ones own sexually instead of the other way around.

It had happened to Cindi twice now. She had been caught not having completed the reading for a class assignment the first time. And had called a professor "Mr." the second. Both instances they had simply shook their heads and tapped a couple times on their phones while Cindi felt the small cable in the front of her skirt pull up and slide, the movement curving towards her side as the fabric creeped it's way up her leg. She had placed a hand over herself while walking across campus. Only to be called out by a staff member.
Normally a few seconds of kneading ones pussy or visibly inserting a finger for a few seconds was all that was asked for. It was more of a reminder to not cover and to make it more embarrassing if they did. If the girl wanted to take it further that was of course encouraged, depending on setting and scheduling. However If a staff member called you out the girl would have to continue until visible orgasm or the staffers approval.
It was with that situation which lead to Cindi discovering that the small metal madam Warwicks emblem on her skirt was a small vibrator. She also learned it was the main battery for her skirt and why the vibe function was not generally used after her skirt lost power in her last class for the day and she had to walk back bottomless.
Needless to say she had happily flicked her clit for a few seconds and got on with her day when she realized she was covering herself the second time. Blushing crimson at the flash of tourist cameras that always seemed to appear when she was dealing with an embarrassing situation. [

](http://situation.At)Every other day or so Erin caught up to her for a "stubble check", As it turns out the student herself was to "apply any needed manual manipulation", it was only due to her arms being bound that Erin had been allowed to spread and fondle her the first day. They soon had it down to a routine. Erin would show up and announce what was happening. Usually while Cindi was walking between classes and so far always surrounded by an entourage of camera people. Cindi's skirt would flutter to the ground at the press of Erins fingertip on her app. Cindi would spread herself from the front bend over and grab her ankles then spread from the back. Then Erin would pretend to be examining her from different angles as shudders went off in earnest behind her.
She comforted herself in the fact their was a decades worth of these daily photos from hundreds of students and hers would be lost in the crowd. Except she knew that didn't apply for anyone who actually knew her, to them hers would be special.
Erin always seemed slightly disappointed when Cindi had impeccable hygiene. She prided herself on her ability to self pamper. While she would always prefer a spa-day over a self care day. She knew how to keep herself smooth and was allowed all of her usual products, one of the small comforts of familiarity in an otherwise unfamiliar place.

She was making great progress with her counselor, opening up about how objectified she felt here. The next step would be the hardest getting her to unpair her self respect and self worth from her feelings of being naked and degraded. To unpair ones selfworth from ones sexuality was a difficult thing for most women. But exactly what the counselors at Warwick's specialized in.

Within a few weeks the Bratty youth had already began to adjust in earnest, her backtalk had all but been filtered even if the heart rate and blood pressure readings from her collar indicated she was repressing the reactions and still having them it was expected at this point and progress to be celebrated.