Reforming Little Anya (6 page)

“Bend over the desk and grip the other edge.”

Jessica wanted to kick him right where he deserved it most, but—again—she held her tongue and complied. It was a hard reach, and left her on her tiptoes. She shuddered when he flipped her skirt up and tapped her panty-clad bottom.

“All right, you’re going to get a little history test, Miss Holstein. For every wrong answer, you get five smacks, clear?”

“Y-y-yes, sir,” she stammered.

“For what speech is President Abraham Lincoln best known?”

She smiled. That was easy. “The Gettysburg Address.”

Jessica stiffened and jumped slightly as she saw, out of the corner of her eye, his arm start to swing. She grinned when he froze and his face went blank. Clearly he hadn’t expected her to know.

He lowered his arm and slowly nodded. “Correct. Very good. All right, next question.”

It continued like that: he asked questions, and she answered. It was good being a genius. It was clear that he was amazed when she gave all the right answers. Finally, he seemed satisfied, and Jessica heaved a sigh of relief. She was learning to control these people. Her relief was short-lived.

“I must compliment you, Miss Holstein; a perfect score, you did not earn
extra
. But, you’re still getting the ruler for falling asleep.”

“What? No, that’s not—ouch,” she yelped.

She was tempted to jump to her feet and complain, maybe even slap his face, but she knew that was one
sure
way of earning that extra. So, she grit her teeth and waited for the first blow. She felt the tap-tap-tap of the ruler again, and clenched her glutes. Her mind tried to process what was about to happen. It was a ruler. It was small and thin; it surely couldn’t hurt very much.

Crack!
Viktor struck, and now her mind processed something else: pain.

Holy shit, that hurt!

In an instant, she snapped to attention, and her hand flew to her dainty right cheek, the unfortunate receiver of that first blow.

“Ow,” she squealed. “Sir, that really stung.”

“It’s supposed to, little girl,” he shot back. “You broke position. Do that again and you get an additional two strokes. Now, bend over,” he added, pointing at the desk with the ruler.

Jessica groaned, but did as instructed. She held on tightly to the edge of the desk, desperate not to move again. Looking down, she saw that her fingernails were almost pure white. Then came the next stroke, and she felt a matching rectangle of pain ignite on her left cheek.

“Eeep,” she yelped, and shut her eyes tight.

Before she could draw another breath, the third smack landed, bridging her twin mounds, and her right leg snapped up. She was actually surprised at her body’s reaction; she almost kicked herself in the behind.

“Anya, you settle down,” he said, again taking aim.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “But, sir, I held position.”

“Not entirely,” he replied, and landed another blow.

“Ouch! Sir, please, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Anya, only I and Misha decide that. And remember, you keep your feet on the floor. That’s part of holding position,” he explained, and an especially firm swat struck her low on the right cheek.

Jessica lurched forward, yet held on for dear life, and squealed. “Owwiieee! Yes, sir, yes, okay, I understand.”

Whack! Crack!
The ruler landed again and again, each smack seemed to get harder. Jessica yelped and howled, and soon she felt her eyes fill with tears.

God, how does something so small and thin burn like the ever-loving devil?

Forehand, backhand, Viktor swung that ruler like some sort of tennis pro, and several whacks caught her at her most tender spot: right where her thighs met her cheeks. Then it came to her. Of course he was an expert; he must have paddled the girls plenty of times. She sunk her fingernails so deep into the desk, she just about gouged claw marks into the wood. But at least she hung on. At the same time, she locked her knees and curled her toes, practically willing them to take root in the flooring. Only two parts of her body moved: her ass twitched and wiggled at each wallop, and her head snapped back as she wailed and the tears began to flow.

“Owwwiieeee! Sir, pleaseeee, I sorryyyyyy, beee goooodd, not fall asleeeppp,” she wailed.

He was unmoved, and she got the full two dozen. Never had she felt something so painful. That little ruler was like a blowtorch of pain almost literally cooking her poor behind.

“All right, little girl, back to your seat,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she said, straightening up and flipping her skirt down.

She slowly plodded back to her chair, which suddenly seemed harder than she remembered, and had no trouble staying awake for the rest of the lessons. As it turned out, some of the subjects were actually interesting. She also wrote the letter of apology, which he reviewed to insure she’d used proper English and that the grammar and format were correct. Any mistakes would earn her more of the ruler, but she was supremely confident. She almost laughed out loud when he got all flustered at not finding a punishable error, and up on the wall the letter went.

Lunchtime finally arrived. Jessica was able to stand up, and the girls went outside to eat their sandwiches. Again, they were huge stacked collections of meat, cheese, and other fresh food items. Their drink was more of that thick milk. If Jessica stayed here for any length of time, she’d double her weight! The girls gathered around to congratulate her on avoiding severe punishments from Mr. Craznik. It seemed she was the first to do so; he was a real hard-ass when it came to discipline. Jessica realized that she could help the girls with their homework and thus win them over.

“Wow, you’re smart, Anya,” Iva said.

“Well, I have a gift for learning. Tell you what, I’ll help you girls, I’ll do your homework for you.”

They all gasped and recoiled, as if in horror. They refused, all of them. It seemed they were too honest to cheat!

“Okay, so you don’t like that idea,” she said. “How about I just tutor all of you?”

That
they agreed to. She even worked a special deal with Iva: she’d tutor her in all her subjects in exchange for lessons in Czech. Iva loved that idea. Jessica didn’t think she’d actually need to know their language, but she’d learned from the past: hope for the best, but plan for the worst. Worst-case scenario, she could be trapped here for a while. In that event, she’d need to be able to communicate with the local yokels.

After lunch, it was time to work in the garden. Iva led Jessica toward the house.

“Come on, we need to go inside and change into our work clothes,” she explained.

Jessica was not looking forward to this.
God, working outdoors, doing… natural stuff? Yuck, it’s going to be horrid. Oh, well, at least it won’t be a pain in the ass, in the literal sense.

“Just a minute, girls,” Misha called out. “I need to see Iva and Anya.”

Jessica swallowed hard.
What have I done now? Oh, it was Mr. Craznik; he must have told Miss Monster-Ma’am about me falling asleep, and another spanking is coming.

Chapter Five

Iva happily trotted over to Misha, coming out the back door.

Yeah, sure, she was forever chipper, Jessica thought, even as she dragged her feet, dreading the possibilities. But then, something occurred to her:
Why has she also sent for Iva? She hasn’t done anything.
Jessica smiled; something else had to be up.

The two stood before Misha, and she smiled down at them. “Girls, I want you to go to the farmers’ market to shop,” she said, handing them baskets. She gave Iva a list and some money. “Here’s what we need, and money to pay for it. If you can’t find everything on the list, just get some other things. Iva, I trust your judgment.”

Iva took the list and money, and beamed with joy. “Yes, ma’am. Don’t you worry, we’ll do a good job. Come on, Anya, this’ll be fun.”

“Ahhh, yeah, right, I’m sure it will,” she replied without emotion.

“Now, don’t take too long, girls,” Misha said, her tone just a touch menacing.

Jessica chewed her lip.
Ah, there it was, the very thinly veiled threat: come straight home—or else!

Iva took Jessica by the hand, hers just about completely enveloped Jessica’s, and off they went. She rolled her eyes.

God, being led around by a girl as if I were a child?
Jessica bit her lip and slowly counted to ten.
Must control rage. Oh, God, the locals are going to see me in this ridiculous school uniform! Oh, the humiliation.

One strong breeze and her panties would be on display. Now she counted to
twenty
, even as they headed out the gate and down the broad cobblestoned road. Within a few minutes, they were well away from the home, and Jessica considered running away, but realized that Misha was testing her; she could see her trailing them, hiding among the brush and trees that lined the road.

Still, an idea presented itself to her: she could use this situation to boost her standing at the home. She knew that Misha was following them, but Misha didn’t know she knew. At least she hoped she didn’t. If she played the old good girl routine well, Misha might start to trust her, and the next time someone needed to go to the market, Jessica could go alone. So, she didn’t pull her hand away from Iva, as they walked along. Suddenly, Iva surprised her; she started to sing.

God, talk about a true Pollyanna!

She was obviously singing some sort of local folk song, as she was singing in Czech, and yet it was still quite beautiful. Iva had a lovely voice. She could sing professionally, with a little coaching.

Maybe when I get home… no,
she scolded herself.
I must not be weak! Iva is part of my torment, and I will have my revenge. But that is for later. For now, I’ll enjoy her angelic voice.

They strolled along, hand in hand, passing many people, and Iva exchanged pleasant greetings with them. All of them also complimented her on her singing. A soft breeze blew, carrying the scents of spring, and they were soon at the market, and Jessica struggled to keep her short skirt in place.

The market was a large open courtyard, and each farmer had a stall set up. The place was bustling with activity, and the vast majority of the people were bigger than Jessica! As Iva led her from stall to stall and got their purchases, Jessica very innocently looked around. She was careful to paint a smile on her face and try to look awed and happy at all she saw, and
not
focus on Misha still hiding in the background. Eventually both their baskets were heavy with carrots, beets, and all manner of food items. Jessica watched as Iva carefully pocketed all the change.

Another idea came to her. “Oh, Iva, could I have a few coins for my pocket?”

Iva’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Some coins?”

“Yes, my poppa, he always gave me coins to jingle. Having some would make me think of him.”

“Awww, of course, Anya,” she replied, digging into her pocket. “Here, take these, and I’ll give you some of mine when we get home.”

Jessica grinned and greedily pocketed the money. Step one complete, and more money was on its way.

“Thank you, Iva, that means the world to me.”

“You’re welcome. Now we need to head home. Come on, we don’t want to be late.”

They linked hands and headed away from the market, and yet another idea came to her.

“So, Iva, are there many hotels in this village?”

“Ho-tels?”

“Ahhh, inns, resorts, bed and breakfasts.”

“Oh, inns! Yes, we have several, but most of them are closed now, it’s too early in the… ah, what do they call it?”

“The season?”

“Yes, that’s it,” Iva said happily. “Oh, your English is very good. Next month, when we have our Easter celebration, they’ll all be open.”

“So,
most
of them are closed? How many are open?”

“Just one, it’s not far from the home,” Iva said, and pointed off to the right. “If you go down that street about a quarter kilometer, it’s on the left.”

Jessica grinned. “Really? Well, maybe someday I can see it. Oh, I also remember the pretty train station you have here, that’s how I came to your village. My momma and poppa and I loved to ride trains. But it’s strange, I can’t seem to remember exactly where it is.”

“Oh, that’s easy. When you come out our gate, instead of going right to get to the market, go left. But it’s quite a walk. Let’s see… one kilometer north to the town square, and then go east about another three-quarters. Would you like to stop and see the inn now? It won’t take long.”

“No, no, that wouldn’t be right,” Jessica said, acting quite contrite. “Remember, we’re supposed to get straight home. It can wait for another time.”

“Yes, you’re right. Come on, let’s hurry, and we can get home in time to help in the garden.”

“Oh, yaaah,” Jessica said in mock delight.

They raced on down the road, Jessica didn’t even bother to look back to see if Misha was keeping up with them; she knew she was there somewhere. Once back at the home, they dropped off their baskets in the kitchen, and then went upstairs to change. Iva was full of youthful energy and glee; it made Jessica want to drive a nail right through Iva’s skull!

God, her stupid chirpy optimism is almost more than I can bear.
Standing in her room, she again counted to ten in her head.
Must remain calm.

If she kept losing her head, she’d never get anywhere. It was by staying cool that she’d succeeded in destroying so many opponents in the past.

When she opened her eyes, a most wonderful sight greeted her through the window: Misha coming in the main gate. This was so perfect; now was her chance to escape, if she timed it right. Iva was in her work clothes and bounding down the hall in no time.

She called over her shoulder, “Come on, Anya, I’ll get you a hoe and we’ll work the garden together.”

“Be right there,” Jessica called out in fake happiness.