[Fiction] The Girls' Academy For The Training Of Behinds (explicit))

[SluttySarah]

Author's Note:
This story starts off slow and doesn't have explicit material as I am just introducing characters (and to be realistic lol) but later it will be very lewd :P, so just a warning to anyone reading. I hope to still keep it plot-focussed though, even if it is a sexually-focussed plot. I am required to wear clover clamps any time I am writing on GetDare, so this probably will make the story much more lewd than I might have planned.

Chapter 1
My name is Alina. I've had many last names over the years, from Nikitin to Kuznetsov. Right now though, I am Alina Zaytsev. Or rather, I will soon be Alina Zaytsev.

I'm an orphan child, bouncing from foster home to foster home, taking on the last names of "fathers" I never really knew. In the beginning I'd bawl my eyes out and throw temper tantrums when the people who were supposed to care for me turned me back to the government, but not anymore. I realize now that foster homes were never meant to be a forever home. They were just temporary places I could stay, people willing to feed and shelter me for a few years, then send me to the next place, until I was old enough to be independent and for the state to forget about. Or, mostly just for the state to forget about. With the education I was receiving, I don't think I'll be independent anytime soon.

This time though, I think will be different. This morning, after waking up in the tiny bunk bed of the orphanage, I was greeted with news when I walked into the cafeteria. Before I could even grab a bowl for my oatmeal, a worker at the orphanage pulled me aside, a smile beaming on her face. "We've found you a home!" Seeing her massive grin, I of course had to politely smile back. It's not that I was unhappy... the orphanage was packed full, the beds were tiny and the food tasteless. I'm as happy to leave as they are to see me leave. But I just couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness at her naivety. At her expressions yelling at me "YOU FOUND A FOREVER FAMILY" when that couldn't be the case.

But it was.

As I now know, the family taking me in are Mikhail and Anfisa Zaytsev. They are rich. Really rich. So rich that they weren't so much taking me in, but paying to send me away. The agreement was that I go to this private girls academy for my 3 high school years, known as "the Girls' Academy for the Training of Behinds." A bit of an insulting name for sure, although "behind" was probably being nice when it came to my level of education. It seems to me like a pair of rich snobs wanting to feel better about themselves by helping an orphan but not wanting to actually taking care of her themselves. But I'm not about to refuse a place to stay, food, and an education when it's given to me. As the orphanage worker, Kara, explained all this to me, I found my own grin widening to match hers. The orphanage, of course, had already agreed. They were full and desperately needed me gone. The worker tells me that my new family is already here to pick me up.

I sprint back to my room as fast as my feet can carry me, and throw the mess of skirts and t-shirts and bras and pants and panties in my room into my suitcase, fumble with the zipper, and sprint-stumble my way back to the front of the orphanage, the suitcase clanking loudly behind me all the way. I must look like a mess. But I'm greeted with warm smiles from Mikhail and Anfisa. No, my new father and mother, I remind myself. It'd be impolite to address them by their first names. "Hi papa, hi mama!" as I give each of them a tight hug. It feels a little strange to treat strangers with such affection, but they are my family now. "Hello, Alina" he responds. With a laugh, he tells me "I know this is sudden. You can call me Mikhail or Mr. Zaytsev until I've earned the title of papa." "Same goes for me," Anfisa assures me. "You won't see much of us anyways, since you'll be at school. So don't worry too much about us." I step outside with them into the chilly August air of Donetsk and we drive to their house. No, no, to my new home.

[SluttySarah]

Chapter 2
[two weeks later, August 26th]
House was not the right word. It was really more of a mansion. It had 3 floors, not counting the basement, and each floor was massive! There were home theaters, home gyms, multiple washrooms on each floor, and a lot of rooms I still haven't had time to check out. I've lived with Mr. and Mrs. Zaytsev for 2 weeks now, and I'm just ecstatic here. My bed is the largest and softest I've ever had, the food is always mouth-watering, and the maid even showed me a personalized thermostat for my room! I was given the entire 2nd floor to myself, while my new mother and father spent their time on the third floor. They were nice to me, didn't make me do too many chores (the maid took care of most things like dishes and the floors), and surprisingly, were amazing teachers! I spent most of my time these two weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Zaytsev, refining my grammar, learning the periodic table, or learning physics. They were patient teachers, but I could tell they were a bit taken aback by my terrible lack of education. I asked them about the name of the school and Mr. Zaytsev gave an embarassed laugh and told me "I'm sorry how it sounds, but I thought you were really quite behind in your education. The school is quite impressive I hear, and you're a quick learner so I'm sure they will help you catch up quickly."
"nono, I understand papa. I'm really grateful you're sending me there," I assured him.

It was a weird feeling, being treated almost like a princess. It seems like money brings the same things royalty used to. At first, I couldn't really believe this was really all mine. Like when the maid informed me I could choose the temperature of my own room, I thought it was some kind of joke! For the first few days, I was positively certain there must be at least a few other people living on the second floor, since it was just so big and I had no need for the entire space. They told me that the second floor was "mine" but the meaning of that just didn't sink in for a while. Having more than I need certainly is a new experience for me.

Yesterday I did snoop around a bit on the second floor (I suppose it is my floor, but it felt like snooping around) and found a home theater, a mini-gym, and at the end of the hall even a small indoor pool. There was another bedroom as well with it's own bathroom, and a couple of locked doors to what I assume were storage closets. I saw the maid go into them once in a while and I didn't want to mess up her stuff and I stopped trying the smaller white doors which were usually locked. I was told to stay in the first and second floors as my parents had work materials in the basement. I was more than happy enough with it to even consider poking my nose elsewhere. It was a bit lonely though, and I never used the home theater as I figured it would be quite sad seeing all the empty chairs around me. I'm sure that when I make some friends at school I can take them back and show them all of this!

Speaking of which, I can hear Mrs. Zaytsev calling "Alinaaa!!" from the first floor. I quickly snap out of my train of thought and scuttle down the spiral staircase. We're heading out to buy school supplies today! She's holding a list given by the academy, and wraps her arm around my waist as we walk towards the car together. She hands me a copy of the list so I can read it over and says "I'll go to pick up the science equipment, can you get the books honey? It should've already been paid for in the school fees" The stores for the school materials are all in one little street; it reminds me of the story of Harry Potter where all the witches and wizards pick up their magical equipment from Diagon Alley. "Ok!" I run off to the bookstore, waving the list in hand, a skip in my step. Unfortunately, I did not acquire any magical equipment or tomes of sorcery. Instead the bookkeeper brought me a tower of heavy, boring-looking leather-bound books. He gestured meaningfully at the third book in the tower, which I realized was exceptionally thick and bound shut. He spoke in a gruff voice "Girl, don't open this one until you are told to. It has your exam materials." I gave him a stern nod to show I understood. He crossed my name off a list, and told me "that's all Alina, you're good to go." Hefting the stack of books with a groan, I stumbled my way back to the car to see Mrs. Zaytsev doing the same with a large bag of clinking glassware and metal components. She drives us back home, and I start to pack my bags. Theres five more days until school starts, but the Academy expects me to be there tomorrow. I'm positively quivering with excitement, but also nervous I won't be able to live up to the academic standards of my parents. They spent so long teaching me, after all. I know I'll definitely miss their kindness, the amazing bed and food. But if the academy is as well-known as it's said to be, I think I might get to keep some of these luxuries.

[SluttySarah]

Chapter 3
I can feel the cool wind in my hair and the fluttering of my white dress about my knees as I stand on the train platform. The long tunnels create strong gusts of wind and I am frettingly glancing at my dress hoping it won't get dirtied. The academy is to provide uniforms and undergarments, but I don't want to make a bad first impression. Besides, Mrs. Zaytsev picked out this dress especially for me as a take-away gift. I can feel her soft right hand on my left shoulder, and the rougher, but still kind, hand of my father grasping my right. Although they won't say it, I can tell they're a bit worried for me. Not because I'll be living alone - they must know I've done that for much of my life - but for my studies. While their tutoring was patient, I could tell I really am quite behind, maybe even moreso than what an academy named "for the Training of Behinds" might expect. After all, these are probably a bunch of delinquent children with rich parents. They're delinquent, sure. But also rich. And I'm sure that must do them some good.

I can feel another gust of wind now, blasting back my hair and flapping the hems of my dress. It's my train. The hands on my shoulders clasp me a tad tighter.

It's time to go. I heft my bulging suitcase and move among the crowds towards the train, and turn back as I board to see my father and mother waving at me, smiling with kind eyes. "Take care of yourself!" "Study well!"

I'm so incredibly grateful for my new parents, and for the first time in forever it seems my life is taking a turn for the better.

[SluttySarah]

Chapter 4

Oh, how wrong I was about that. Though not the fault of Mr. and Mrs. Zaytsev, this academy would certainly change my life, but not in the way I expected.

Although it is only nine in the morning, I was already feeling groggy by the time I arrived. Waking up at five will do that to a person, I suppose. Along with all the other new students arriving at the Academy, we were seated in a large auditorium and given some information. This is when I got the first indication that something was off. It's difficult to describe how spotless the buildings were. It felt more like the inside of a hospital, with stark white walls and reflective marble floor. At first I thought it was just a result of this being a rich fancy private academy, but the surprised faces and murmurs I picked up on from the girls around me said otherwise.

"The academy is arranged in a large square, with 4 long rectangular interconnected buildings each making up one side."

"Your dormitories and cafeteria are the south side of the square. The east side is where you will attend your morning classes and the west side is for your evening classes. The north side is where you are now. This is where the teachers stay, and where you are to report for punishments or detention. The medical center is also here, in case you fall sick. All the buildings are split into four floors. As first year students, everything for you will be on the first floor of each building."

The woman talking to us at the front of the auditorium continued for quite a while longer. Clothes and undergarments would be provided by the Academy once our measurements were taken and we were not allowed personal clothing. We would each be living alone in our own dormitory, but bathrooms would be shared among four girls each. The cafeteria would be open all day, and serve breakfast from 7 to 10, lunch afterwards, and dinner starting from 4. Timetables will change daily and we will find them taped to our door in the mornings. So on and on and on.

Until her tone suddenly shifted.

"Keep in mind the reason you are here. You are here because of your severe need for disciplinary action and training. And we believe you require not just academic training to correct your behaviour. Your parents have left this in charge to us to manage, so you will not be allowed to bother them about such matters. If you wish to contact your parents, you may request to send letters from the headmistress. It is time for you to learn to manage your own responsibilities."

I saw quite a few other girls sitting around me visibly wince at this, and I felt more and more like I didn't belong. "Severe need for disciplinary action"? By guilty looks on the faces of the others girls I don't doubt they were sent here for that, but not me! Soon I would find out just how much trouble I got myself into.

"Now, please provide your name on the way out of the auditorium to a teacher so you can receive your schedule for the day. Do not be late."

I really wanted to talk to the girl to the right of me, who looked as scared as I felt. But the auditorium was so quiet, I was scared to disturb it. There were definitely some agitated whispers from some groups of girls, but otherwise everyone seemed too scared by the aggressive introduction to say much of anything. I quickly scurried over to an exit, whispered "Alina Zaytsev" to a teacher, grabbed my schedule, and left.

[SluttySarah]

Chapter 5:

TIMETABLE
12:00 Lunch - S1000
1:00 Measurements - N1020
1:30 Testing - E1007
3:30 Lesson on the Academy - N1006
4:30 Lesson on Punishments - N1006
6:00 Dinner - S1000
7:30 Lesson on Training - W1000
8:30 Report for Punishment - N1001

Although there wasn't an explanation for what I saw, I could more or less guess that S standed for south, N for north, and so on. The numbers I figured were for the room. I remember seeing the auditorium had a silver plaque with N1000 written on it. My heart dropped when I saw "Testing" though. I just knew I was going to fail, and from that woman's threatening words and the not-so-nice sounding "Lesson on Punishments" afterwards I was certain I was going to be punished for failing. Which, presumably, would happen at 8:30pm.

More pressingly though, it was already 11:54. And a cursory look told me that S1000, the building for dormitories and food, was all the way across from here. Meaning I had to run all the way through either the east or west building to get there. I definitely didn't want to be kept in line and show up late to get my measurements done. After all, I didn't bring a change of clothes - they requested it and my suitecase was all books and lab equipment and hygiene products.

Well. I was the first one to arrive. I suppose I should've known given that everyone in my year was in the assembly so it was just me sprinting over. I snatched a tray, and a nice gentleman behind the counter served me a generous portion of mashed potatoes and turkey with cranberry sauce. It wasn't anything fancy, and I'd been a bit spoiled by my home cooks, but I still wasn't "rich-kid" enough to not be amazed by how good it tasted. In just moments, I moved my spoon to my mouth again, only to find it empty. I must've scarfed it all down in minutes! I didn't have much else to do, so I just decided to wander off around the building to go exploring.

I saw some staircases heading up to the second floor, but didn't dare head up them in case I wasn't supposed to be there. I didn't see much else of note. Just lines and lines of dorms with washrooms in the south side building, and then classrooms in the west side. I did note that the west side classrooms were significantly more downtrodden, although not because they were dirty. They just had an older, more ominous look to them with nearly no windows, dimmer lights, and metal doors. Evenually I made my way back to the north side, and it was at roughly the right time as well. 12:56. There's a clock every few hundred steps and one at each of the corners in this giant square. I quickly found room 1020, and was shown in by a tall, lady in a white nurse gown after I showed her my timetable. The nurse lady was nice. The measurements less so.

She kindly asked me to remove my clothing, which I felt quite embarassed about but obliged. Standing there in just a white bra and my pink cotton panties, my face beet red and the cold marble floor against my bare feet, she measured my height - 5'' 2', my waist - 30', even the length of my feet - 10' (which I suppose makes sense, since they would be providing me socks), my hip, the circumference of my ankles, my wrists, shoulders, arms and forearms, legs and thighs. Every single thing I could think of, she measured. Thankfully, she was quick at it. It took her seconds for each measurement, white tape whizzing around my body. Despite eating very well for the past month, it clearly did little to alleviate the product of years of inconsistent nutrition and I was reminded of how small and light I was. When she stood up and her incredibly fast and coordinated hands stopped their work, I thought we were done. But no, instead, not even turning to stop jot down notes, she asked
"honey, could you take off your panties and bra as well for me? Sorry, we just need to get some measurements for your underwear." Possibly turning even redder than before, I could feel my ears burning up as I delicately nudged my panties down to my bare feet and pulled the bra over my head. When she turned back around, I was standing there naked and awkwardly holding my panties and bra in my hands. She took them from me, placed them in a box on the counter, and began measuring. Again, everything was measured. The size of my buttcheeks, the size of my chest - 28A, the circumference between my crotch and my leg - where legholes would go. She even made measurements of my privates!

As uncomfortable and awkward as it was though, she was done very quickly, and told me "sit tight for a moment" and went into a large backroom and after a few moments returned with a pair of panties, a bra, dress shirt, and skirt.
"Get dressed" she told me, and seeing the speed with which she did everything, I assumed she must be busy and so I threw on everything as fast as I could. I was very shocked by how incredibly well everything fit me, especially the undergarments. They snugly hugged my body, almost as if they were too small, but done so perfectly it made me think everything I had worn up to this point was instead too large. I guess all the measurements weren't for nothing.

She must've seen my confused look in my eyes as I was about to walk out and reminded me "At the Academy, you wear our clothes, not your own. You'll get them when you leave." I felt a twinge of sadness at that, since they were gifts to me from my new mother and father, but I couldn't really protest.

[generaterox]

That’s a very nice start to the story little Sarah! Looking forward to seeing how it develops