FOUNDLING: SOME CHANGES ARE MADE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

Some Changes are Natural Evolutions Some Changes are Chaotic Revolutions

Morning came as it always had to the students of that very private little girl's school.

The remote unlocking of their dog cage doors woke them from their slumbers. Crawling out they streamed in their class groups to their assigned showers. Sounds of water cascading over young bodies drowned out by the their incessant chatter. As conversation was only allowed on the dormitory floor and the second floor washroom, it appeared as if they were attempting to compress the days chatter into one burst.

Large white fluffy towels handed out by their shacked little schoolmates currently assigned to housekeeping chores did not phase them. Even they were permitted to add their voice to the din.

The school did not need ever to create a student newspaper of current events. The "Word of Mouth Telegraph' run by the five hundred little pairs of eyes and mouths never missed a single thing.

The addition of the high tech PDF's, obstenciously to reduce staff paperwork and enable them to control the girls by making them always easy to get instructions too had even been compromised. The staff was unaware of their ability to skip the central messages system by first punching in the serial number of the particular PDF you wished to receive your post alone.

Selected trusted girls, let in on the secret, could transmit information between classes all-day or even within the range of the PDF's faster than the staff. And Cindy had made very sure any future purchases by the school would include this feature. A feature that would not appear on any others. Range was no problem, as Cindy's companies owned both the creators of the PDF's and satellites to make it so.

As they dressed from the newly washed and pressed uniforms hanging on the side of their cages, each girl's PFD went off. This immediately silences the chatter. They often went off in class size groups, but infrequently before in the dorms, nor all together.

"Field Trip" Was the cryptic message. Each girl immediately changed her morning routine. Schoolbooks were emptied from their backpacks. Jackets removed from their suit bags hanging on the wall behind their cages. And a little white package opened. Each little girl looked at the pair of white Egyptian cotton panties in their hands. As the girls were trained to do without underwear, its application to their firm little rears was foreign to their flesh. But they all obeyed and slipped them on. The feeling of something not right immediately entered their conditioned minds. Staff hated field trips, as they constantly had to admonish students to sit still and check to see they keep their panties on.

A spanking was not even a deterrent as the girls were programmed became sexually aroused by one anyway.

The breakfast gong echoed through the school and the girls, arranged in their classes descended the main stairs as a living river, flowing past the school guards stationed at the stairs and hall intersections.

Wonder was on each little girl's face as they arrived in the cafeteria. The food service was as always, and a long line of tables piled with lunches in paper bags and thermos of fruit juice awaited each on their exit. Their fellow students assigned to food service looked tired. They had been uncharacteristically roused very early to prepare the lunches as well as the normal breakfasts.

Malibu Barbie, Cindy and Becky Sue were ecstatic, never the less. Sister Monette had returned from the Master's attentions with renewed vigor. She was now a full Sister and showed her appreciation by wearing out a switch on each of her newly leather clad little charges rears. Each oversaw a section of the cafeteria staff and each smiled broadly, occasionally rubbing their exposed taught rears, reliving their delightful morning with Mistress Monette in her bedroom.

As Foundling squatted in her place with her class, Melissa by her side, on the floor devouring their breakfast choices, she slipped glances at the pairs of guards patrolling the huge cafeteria. A female in white blouse and tight leather pants was partnered with a relatively new male guard' dressed identically. But there were far fewer of them and they did not glower or look like the rough ones who were their only yesterday.

Sister A stood with her fellows on the stage watching the girl's reactions to the overnight changes. Not requiring sleep was a dubious bonus of being chosen by their Master. But it had enabled her to gather the existing guards together in their dorm and inform them of their Masters discussions.

They were very aware the recovery and transport operations run by the Master directly allowed no errors or disobedience of orders. Each had been chosen for a year's sojourn at the school as a reward for excellent service. Displeasing staffers entire families had been fed slowly to crocodiles for disobedience or screwing up an assignment. Refusing to obey Sister A never even crossed their minds.

An airplane ticket home awaited them at the airport and five thousand American dollars in their hands now and ten thousand more in a Swiss bank a count, every year for the rest of their lives, put smiles on their faces. Many were from relatively poor countries and that would enable them to live like kings at home.

Each was smiling as the rented buses drove them away.

The selected few that remained were early that morning introduced to their newly arrived female partners. All graduates who jumped at the chance to return and work at their "Alma Matter". That they remembered their time here with fond memories had always puzzled the Sisters.

That a smiling Sister A stood hand in hand with an equally happy Sister B puzzled the rest of the male and female teaching staff and students even more.