Maria had stolen, and not for the first time. The judge quickly realized what the real problem was: a young girl being brought up by her grandmother, who was clearly overwhelmed. So he decided as any judge would. She was sent to a reformatory where she would learn the important lessons for life.

It was the fifties. Educational homes were places where orphans and children who were difficult to educate were brought up. Most of them were run by the church and were located behind former monastery walls. At that time, being an educator was not a profession that you had to learn. After all, any father and therefore any adult who was entrusted with this task could educate. Nuns in particular were valued as good educators. They were considered strict and knew how to put unruly girls on the right path. Their textbook was the Holy Scriptures. Their method was simple and consisted mainly of making young girls‘ bottoms feel the cane as often as possible. After all, this was a home for girls and anyone who had to deal with a whole horde of adolescents couldn’t flinch for long.

Maria was shocked when the verdict was read out. The reformatory was considered the worst place a girl could grow up. Many parents therefore threatened to send their daughters to the home if they did not comply. Grandma had also warned her when she had done something wrong again. She would have been better off taking the leather strap, but Grandma couldn’t bring herself to do that.

Now she was standing here with her small suitcase in her hand. Three nuns dressed in black scowled down at her. The door behind her had been locked. She didn’t know what lay ahead of her. But she knew that they would not be gentle with her here.

„Take your clothes off!“ was the command that made her flinch instinctively. When she didn’t react immediately, one of the sisters stood threateningly in front of her. Her eyes sparkled and she received a slapping slap that sent her staggering to the side.

„It’s immediately obvious that you’ve never been brought up properly,“ was the comment. „But we’ll teach you obedience, I promise you that.“

Maria felt the urge to tell the old witch what she thought. But she bit her lips and controlled herself. Instead, she slowly began to take off her dress. A nun’s fingers pointed to a waiting box and she folded it neatly and put it inside. Now she stood there in her underwear. A pair of white panties covered her pubic area and a white bra encased her small breasts. She looked around questioningly.

„What are you waiting for? I said undress,“ was the harsh response. She was ashamed, but thought it best not to resist. So she took off her bra, revealing the two small, firm mounds she was so proud of. And she slipped the panties down and showed the still grim-looking nuns her unmistakable pubic hair. She wanted them to see that she was no longer a child, but already a real woman. She bent down again and took off her stockings, which, like all the other things, ended up in the box provided for them. A nun took it and carried it to the back of the room, which consisted of several aisles with shelves.

She was naked. Naked in the presence of three more or less corpulent women who had anything but appreciative thoughts at the sight of what they saw as a precocious young girl.

„Come with me,“ was the next order and, naked as she was, she was grabbed by the arm and directed to a door at the other end of the room.

„Wash yourself,“ was the next instruction before the door slammed shut again behind her. She was alone. She looked around and realized that this was obviously a shower. She recognized a white curd soap in a soap dispenser. She regulated the water that rained down on her from above until it was at a bearable temperature and began to soap herself thoroughly from top to bottom. She should have considered this a luxury, as there was no shower at Grandma’s house. There was only a washbasin and the water had to be heated on the stove first so that it wasn’t freezing cold when she cleaned her body with a cloth.

She caught sight of a rough towel and used it to dry herself off, even though it was anything but pleasant.

A door at the other end of the room opened. The nun filled the doorway and looked at her critically. „Follow me,“ were her only words and Maria did as she was told. She was introduced to an older man. He wore a white coat and looked at her lustfully. A doctor, Maria assumed, because all doctors wore white coats. And only doctors had a stethoscope hanging around their neck.

She felt ashamed when he unabashedly let his eyes wander over her exposed body. But he’s a doctor, she reassured herself. A doctor is allowed to do that. A doctor and a husband are the only men who have the right to see a woman naked without embarrassing her. At least that’s what her grandmother had taught her. But she had also noticed that there were many men on the street who gave her strange looks or made appreciative comments. After all, she was a woman and men like the sight of a woman, especially if she is young and beautiful.

And she was definitely beautiful. She knew that because she had stood in front of Grandma’s mirror again and again to confirm that she was already a real woman and had everything that makes a woman. She even had her days when she didn’t have to go to gym class and was allowed to go home an hour earlier than the other girls. So she had nothing to be ashamed of in front of this doctor. Instead, she adopted an upright posture so that he would like her too. She knew from naughty pictures that her breasts were particularly prominent and her bottom bulged backwards almost indecently. Just like in the pictures and exactly as you would expect from a real woman.

„She has a very petite figure,“ was the verdict of the man in the white coat. „She may still be young, but the Lord has already endowed her with everything that makes a girl a woman. Her round bottom must be a real delight for any teacher.“

„She’s a precocious little fruit,“ was the mischievous comment from the nun, who had been watching the spectacle uninterestedly up to that point. „I bet she’s full of unchaste thoughts that need to be driven out of her and the Lord made her ass just for that. I’ll keep an eye on her and I’ll make her shriek whenever she gives the slightest reason to do so.“

The doctor left her words uncommented and began to examine Maria thoroughly. He inspected every opening in her body and seemed extremely pleased with what he saw.

„Her hymen is still intact,“ was obviously the most important diagnosis. I can’t see any other signs of disease either. However, she is easily aroused, but that’s nothing special for a girl her age.

„She’s lascivious, that’s what I’m saying,“ said the nun. She has probably already laid a hand on herself. There’s no other explanation for her precociousness. But I’ll drive that vice out of her too.“

With that, Maria was directed into the next room. She thought she could almost feel the doctor’s eyes on her backside as she moved away from him and left the room. So her bottom was something that particularly attracted men. Had he noticed that she had clearly set him rolling with every step? That’s exactly how the hookers on Kudamm did it and they certainly knew how to attract men best.

The room was sparsely furnished. There was only a leather-covered trestle, whose function Maria didn’t really understand, and a chair with a small pile of clothes on it. Two middle-aged women with white aprons and dark blue dresses were leaning against the opposite wall. „Two bras, four pairs of underpants, four pairs of socks, three aprons, three day dresses and a dress for special occasions,“ one of them announced. „This is what you will wear while you are in our care. Handle it carefully, because if you damage anything, you’ll get a beating.“

„Get dressed!“ barked the nurse with whom she had entered the room. „Here you will be dressed like all the others. So from now on, there will be no more vanity. And no more male gazes for which you have to pose.“

Maria approached the chair and looked somewhat shocked at the selection of clothes she had to wear. The bras lacked any chic and the panties looked worn and baggy. She didn’t even dare to imagine how the light blue dresses would look on her body. The panties fitted as expected. Or rather, they didn’t fit. The fabric clung to her like a rag and if it weren’t for the tight elastic band, it would probably slide to the floor without a trace. She plucked discontentedly at the shapeless garment and finally said: „It doesn’t fit me. It’s far too big.“

Only now did she notice that the nurse was holding a thin cane in her right hand. She approached her slowly but unstoppably and took up a position an arm’s length away from her. Without warning, the cane shot out and landed with an ominous sound on Maria’s left thigh. She had rarely been caned before and never with such ferocity. Her scream was correspondingly loud and immediately escaped her lips as the unexpected pain shot through her body like a flash of lightning. She began to dance wildly on the spot and her face was contorted in pain as she howled like a dog.

The two women in the background had their arms crossed in front of the burst and were grinning contentedly. The nun didn’t make a face, but her expression also showed deep satisfaction. She waited patiently until Maria’s dance of pain had gradually subsided and then said: „This cane will be your friend from now on. It will accompany you every step of the way and shape you into a God-fearing young woman whose obedience and chastity will please the Lord. So beware of him, because the slightest sign of rebelliousness is enough to set him into action.“

„You don’t have to like these underpants, nor does any boy,“ added one of the two women in the background, grinning suggestively. „They are practical for the school desk, comfortable for the kitchen and offer enough freedom of movement when gardening. What’s more, they can be removed with a flick of the wrist if you deserve punishment. So don’t mess around and get used to it.“

Maria noticed a thin, red welt on her thigh that still burned like fire and literally admitted defeat. She listlessly reached for one of the bras that were ready and put it on without giving a second thought to whether it fitted or how it felt. The plain white socks looked the way white socks look, even if she felt like a little girl in them. The dress clung to her body like a sack. Its length was relatively short and the coarse cotton fabric ended just a hand’s breadth below the base of her bottom. Maria had the impression that this dress only came in one size and that no one had thought about how a young woman would look in it.

„Not fancy, but practical,“ the nun remarked with an unmistakably sarcastic undertone. She lifted the hem with the end of the stick and Maria instinctively knew what she meant. This dress could be lifted up with a flick of the wrist and out of the way in no time at all. One more grip on the elastic band of the panties and she would be naked. Naked to be punished and to feel the sharp sting of the cane. She suspected that this would be the case far more often than she would have liked. And she couldn’t help but burst into tears.

„I want my clothes back,“ she moaned, giving a pitiful look as she stood there with her head bowed, feeling sorry for herself. „Where’s my suitcase? I don’t want to have to carry such an ugly bag. Nobody wants to carry something like that. I look impossible. I’m a woman and I want to look beautiful. It’s the most natural thing in the world. I…“

„Silence!“ she was interrupted in a sharp tone of voice. The nun signaled to the two women and they rushed over to help her. It was apparently not uncommon for a newcomer to panic after realizing what kind of life they were in for. And the nursery nurses knew what to do to put an immediate end to this performance.

Two leather hand cuffs appeared out of nowhere. They were placed around Maria’s wrists. A soft buzzing sounded and an iron hook was lowered from the ceiling on a rope. A click and it was connected to the handcuffs. The buzzing sounded again and Maria felt her arms being stretched upwards until she could only reach the floor with the tips of her toes.

„Show her how we deal with inmates who think they can rebel,“ said the nun, who had stood in front of the unfortunate girl with a broad grin. „Like I said, your clothes aren’t fancy, but they’re eminently practical.“

Four hands reached for her. The panties were pulled down with a tug until they came to rest at her feet. The dress was flipped up and Maria realized that there were two buttons on her shoulders that perfectly matched two buttonholes that were worked into the hem of the dress. Really practical, she thought. She realized that she was now naked to the navel and would be completely defenceless against the cane’s bite.

But things turned out differently.

„You’ve already experienced what my cane feels like,“ said the nun, grinning superiorly. But for cases of open rebellion, we have something else ready that is even better suited to teaching you a lesson.“

In the meantime, she had put aside the thin cane, the painful trace of which was still bright red on Maria’s skin. Instead, she held a short whip in her hand. It was an elaborately braided specimen that tapered increasingly from an empty handle and was less than pencil-thin at the other end. She struck it without warning. The supple leather wrapped itself around Maria’s body and came to a stop with a treacherous snap in the area of her left buttock. The pain must have been intense. Maria’s body instantly began to move as a wild screech filled the room.

The nun pursued her goal unwaveringly. She walked slowly around the unruly girl, taking repeated swings and letting the leather hit her defenseless skin with a hot hiss. Yes, she already had a very feminine bottom despite her youth, but that was to be her disadvantage now, because there was no better target for a whip. She probably wouldn’t be able to sit for a few days without groaning every time. But that was part and parcel of having a punishment deeply imprinted in your mind. This Maria had obviously not been taught obedience by anyone. She had a rebellious spirit and that was exactly what she would turn into humility, blow by blow. She did not believe that a single chastisement would be enough. But the girl would remain in her care for another two full years and in that time there would certainly be plenty of opportunities to teach her what no one had obviously taught her so far.

By the time she had finished with her, she had turned Maria into a little girl who cried unrestrainedly, made a thousand promises and affirmed that she would be the most obedient child on earth in the future. Physically, she was perhaps already a woman with all the characteristics of a woman. But in her mind, she was still an immature child who needed to be educated and who would still bear many scars on her body until she had acquired the qualities expected of a God-fearing, chaste and obedient girl. That was the will of the Lord and this home was there to fulfill it.