Class Trip (6 page)

“Sandra, I need
you to be very good for me. Can you do that?”

“I don't know,”
I answered him, wondering what he really meant by that.

“I understand
that little girls sometimes have problems being good, but I need you
to try. Now stand up and take off the uniform. I need to get rid of
it.” He picked up my carry-on like purse and put it in my bag too.
I opened my blazer and laid it over the bed end.

My fingers were
shaking as I removed my skirt. I laid that over the bed end too. I
bent down and removed the shoes. The only thing left was my tie and
blouse. The tie I took off and laid over the bed end. I looked back
at him and pleaded with my eyes.

“Sandra, you
are testing my patience.”

I hung my head
and my hands went to the top buttons. I opened them slowly and
reluctantly. When I ran out of buttons tears filled my eyes, and I
sniffled.

“Hey, you don't
need to cry. It's just me.” His arms were around me holding tight.
He was saying
shh
just like he had after my spanking.

He moved his
hands away from my back and removed my blouse for me. “I knew you
were beautiful.” He looked at me for bit. I was still in my bra,
underwear and my knee-high socks.

He went back to
the bed and put my blouse in the bag. He zipped it up and lifted it
away from the bed. “Wear the dress on top and the rest I want you
to put away in the wardrobe wherever you can find room. If you have
to you can shove some of my things to the side.” He went out and
locked the door.

I darted to the
bed and grabbed the dress. I slipped it over my head and made sure
that it was sitting right. I had wanted to look mature and older and
perhaps even cool as I walked around Bucharest with my friends. Now I
wished that the dress covered my knees. But it was just as short as
my uniform.

My heart was
racing and I played the events of the last few days through my head.
Everything was so confusing. The most important question was what was
going to happen to me next.

I looked around
the room again. It was so bare and showed no personality. I looked
back at my things on the bed. He had been clear about what he wanted
from me.

I went to the bed
and opened my laptop. I wanted to play a bit of music while I waited
for what was to come next.

Then I thought
about e-mailing for help. I didn't have any bars, meaning no
Internet. I hit my favorite playlist and turned the volume down low.
I looked around for a place to plug my laptop in. I wondered if maybe
I would get a bar or two that way. I hoped that the plug in would be
the same as in Switzerland.

I found one and I
could plug it in. I grabbed my cord and tried that. It fit and my
laptop didn't explode.

Nothing. Not even
one bar.

I cleaned up the
cord and went to the wardrobe. He had said I could push his things
aside. Was this his room? It wasn't much. His rooms back at school
had been nicer. Why was he doing all of this?

The wardrobe was
full but I had so little that I squeezed my things in. Did me
unpacking mean that I was going to be staying here awhile? I went
back to the chair and sat down. I got up again and moved it to the
window so I could look out. I could see nothing but fields and woods.
The fields were overgrown and looked abandoned. There were only mowed
directly next to the building below the window. We were in the middle
of nowhere.

I soon got bored
with looking out of the window. I went back to my laptop and played a
movie. It was in English but it was a little funny too. I needed to
relax so badly. I was so frightened that my muscles were tightening
up and my chest was hurting. I lay down on the bed and just watched.

That was how he
found me. I was lying on my stomach with my feet up in the air behind
me and my head was resting on my hands. I had Carrots wrapped in my
arm.

“Sandra, it's
time for lunch. Turn it off and come with me.” He held out his hand
while I sat up and clicked away closing up the laptop.

I got up and went
to him.

He was really big
on holding my hand. He took me back the way that we had come in.

We past the
courtyard and I could see around ten girls in there. I noticed that
there was a swing set and balls lying around. Most of the girls were
ignoring them and were huddled into a group. But two were kicking a
ball back and forth. They were all still in their uniforms. I
wondered about that.

He looked out at
the other girls too. He gave them mean looks. “Those aren't very
good girls. They aren't like you,” he said to me as we swiftly
walked past them.

We ended up back
in the dining hall. Others were already there and eating. This looked
like a staff meeting.

He let go of my
hand and I thought about running for it. He pulled up a chair for me
and I said thank you before I could think about it. I sat and he
pushed the chair in.

Everyone was
staring at us. They all looked shocked. Jaws had fallen open. I
looked over my shoulder to see if he had a knife or something in his
hands. He was just smiling at everyone and then he sat down next to
me.

A plate of food
was already in front of me. It was some sort of goulash. Fat puddles
were swimming here and there. Potatoes were under it but they were
completely covered with the reddish brown sauce.

I decided to try
it. I picked up my fork and took a tiny bit of meat. I bravely
brought it to my mouth. It was so spicy and fatty that I wanted to
spit it out. I forced myself to swallow it down and then I reached
for my water.

Everyone had been
watching me. They were all laughing at me. I hung my head and just
stared down at my lap. I moved my hands to my lap too. I folded them
and just sat still.

In Europe it is
considered very rude to hide your hands under the table, but I wanted
to make myself as small as possible.

Herr Glossner
laid his hand around the back of my chair and said something loudly
in another language. The laughing stopped immediately. Someone
removed my plate and walked away with it.

His hand moved
from the chair to my waist. He pulled me close and whispered in my
ear, “Don't worry I'm not the strict kind that makes little girls
eat what is put in front of them.”

There it was,
another joke about me being a little girl. He did that all the time
and it was getting on my nerves. I wanted to yell at him that I
wasn't a baby but my pouting about it would only prove his point.

A woman laid a
plate of just potatoes in front of me. She went back to her spot and
hung over her plate and scarfed her food down. Everyone here seemed
to have really bad table manners. Even Herr Schweitzer. Only the
woman who had undressed me and Herr Glossner were eating nicely. The
bus driver was also here. I was starting to notice a resemblance.
They looked like brothers now that they were both dressed casually.

I ate nicely but
slowly. Everyone else was finished and talking while I still ate.
They were still loud about it but it wasn't the arguing from before.
Herr Glossner still had his arm on the back of my chair. It was clear
that he was the boss and that he was giving the others instructions.

Some of the women
got up and started setting up the line for food. I watched them to
see if there was a door in the kitchen that led out of here.

I saw what I
wanted. There were even double doors in the kitchen. It looked like a
delivery van was parked there. Was that my ticket out of here?

A door opened and
the other girls were coming in to eat again. They took a plate and
the woman slopped the food on it. Lots of the girls said no thank you
to the goulash. They sat down and complained about the food. A few
had noticed me and they were looking my way. I lifted my hand to wave
at them.

Herr Glossner
leaned in to me and whispered that he wanted me to stay put. I nodded
meekly and he got up and walked around the girls again.

There was a stack
of canes piled on a table against the wall. He went over and picked
one up. All eyes were on him as he slashed them through the air. He
was testing them through and everyone was being really quiet so the
only noise was the terrible noise of the canes.

I was all alone
at my table now so I took the chance to look over at the other girls.
They were all watching him.

I tried to find
my roommates but they were all gone. They must have been in that
huddle of girls out in the courtyard. I had only been able to
recognize the two playing ball.

I started
counting heads. Forty-one girls were here, plus me forty-two that
meant that there were ten in the courtyard.

Why was I being
singled out?

I rose from my
chair and went over to the other girls. Herr Glossner grabbed me by
my arm and pulled me back to the table where we had lunch.

“I told you to
stay put very clearly.”

Tears sprang into
my eyes. “Why am I being separated from the other girls?”

“Because you
already have an owner. The others will get theirs this evening.” He
pushed me down into the chair and went away from me again.

I left my eyes on
him. I wanted to raise my hand to get him to come back to me. I
wanted him to explain exactly what he meant by owner. I wanted to
debate with him and get him to understand how wrong the idea of an
owner was.

Three women came
in and went to him. He looked right at me. He smiled because I was
already looking at him.

Herr Glossner
waved me over to him. I got up and pushed in my chair and went to
him, stopping a safe distance from him. He looked at me as he spoke
to the woman. They nodded and one grabbed onto my upper arm.

He scolded her
and her hand slid down my arm to my hand. He wanted her to hold my
hand like he always did.

The women took me
out of the room and into a huge spa area. This would be heaven if I
had it all to myself. Everything was a coral colored marble and there
was a huge swimming pool sunken into the ground.

The women were
undressing me again. There were three of them so I didn't try to
fight them but I felt really guilty about that. I shouldn't be making
this so easy on them. They brought me over to a shower area and
turned on the water, stood me under it and all three of them started
to scrub me clean. They were all touching me.

My heart was
beating so fast and I was crying again. My shoulders were lifting up
and I cried with my whole body.

The women
exchanged looks with each other and then they turned the water off.
They smeared something in my hair and dried me off with towels. Then
one wrapped my hair in a towel and she pulled me along with her by my
hand. She brought me to a table and gave me a little push.

I lay down on it
and looked at her. She was stirring something.

The other woman
came in and one sat down next to me and started plucking my eyebrows.
I didn't think that hers were that nice, so I was scared how much she
would take away.

The other woman
grabbed hold of my hand and started working on my fingernails. She
was filing away when the first woman painted hot wax on my leg. She
laid a strip of paper over it and then she ripped it off. It hurt but
not as bad as I had imagined something like that would hurt. She
continued working on my leg.

They lady working
on my eyebrow push me back down. I had sat up to see what the one was
doing. I lay down nice and let her work on me.

The lady working
on my hands was painting my fingernails a light pink. It was hardly
noticeable. It was at least decent. I was glad that my owner didn't
prefer red like streetwalkers wore. That was when I started to worry
about diseases. He could have anything and whatever he had he would
pass on to me when he slept with me.

The eyebrow lady
went around my head and came back on my other side. She plucked the
other eyebrow. After she was finished she rubbed something that smelt
like alcohol all over my face and then wiped it off with a washcloth.
Then she gave me a facial mask.

As my skin got
tighter and tighter the lady working on my legs had me raise them up
in the air so she could get the backs too. She was waxing hair off of
my bottom too now. I didn't even realize that I had hair there until
she started pulling it off. She then opened my legs and the other two
women back away and she applied wax to me down there. Then she
applied the paper and ripped.

My hands grabbed
onto the table and clenched it tightly. I had sat up again. I looked
down at myself and I saw her coming with more wax.

“No, stop it,”
I called out.

The other two
women grabbed hold of me and pushed me down again. I had to let them
and it hurt so much. The woman was quick about it but still I was a
mess of tears once she was finished.

But she wasn't
finished she went to my arms and removed the hair from there them
too. Once I had settled down the one doing my nail polish checked my
hand for damage. She smiled at me and went to work making my other
hand match.

It hurt when she
did under my arms too. I just cried feeling sorry for myself. I was
as quiet about it as could be.

The one working
on my hands was finished. She and the waxer lady were rubbing oil in
to my skin. They covered me up when they were finished.

I could hear the
other girls coming in. They were really loud. The women went out to
them. I had cucumbers on my eyes and my skin was being pulled in so
tight that it hurt.

The girls were
making a fuss about getting undressed. I heard the cane as it whipped
through the air and a girl yelped. Only one lash had been given. I
guessed that she was listening now.

The woman who had
given me my mask was removing it now. She took away the cucumbers and
sat me up.