There is the University of the Virgin Martyrs (UVM) that has courses not taught at most schools of higher education. It also has some strict rules and violating them can get a student in trouble. A dozen or so years ago some of the female students held a party in one of the sorority houses. It quickly deteriorated into an orgy.
Unfortunately the house matron caught the women and turned them over to the dean of discipline and punishment. At the UVM the charges are more important than the facts then as it is now. Younger students were dealt with in the Hall of Discipline with each one forced to strip before a dozen professors they are strapped to a bench to take their whipping.
The number of lashes vary by the number of demerits each woman have accrued but even the least punishment of ten lashes draws attention and has the student whining in pain and humiliation!
But then there is the case of the women wrapping up their third year at the UVM. They have enough demerits stacked up they are brought before the dean of discipline and punishment. They are brought before Dean Despard Wragg XII. They stand naked before him and before his staff and other faculty. One student, a young woman named Barbara Moore protests the way they are being treated. Dean Wragg is not amused by her insolence.
Dean Wragg sternly advises the women they are in deep trouble and it would be wise not to talk unless addressed. Then he laid out their two choices. He says “You can choose to be sent to the Reparation Farm near Hooker, Oklahoma for five years of hard labor. You will be expelled from this university and all records of you completed courses over the last three years will be voided and will not be transferable. To put this bluntly your three years here will be wasted and your next five years will be pure hell.
“However I am offering you a second option. You can spend your summer at the Tree estate near the coffee shop in Pacific, Missouri. Should you succeed you will be welcome back in September and accrue bonus credits to hours completed.
“You must unanimously agree to your options or I will flip a coin to determine your fate. I give you five minutes to decide your fate!”
The women gather in tight circle and break into a whispered but heated discussion of what they should select to do. Two of the women have seen the reparation farm and don’t want to spend five years there. Another named Eulalia says “I’ve seen the coffee shop and if the Tree estate is anything like the coffee shop I’m not sure I want to go to the Tree estate.”
Mind you this is happening more than seven years before the Great Slave Rebellion of 2013 and the fame (?) of the Tree estate is unknown to these women. Collectively they decide four months at whatever the estate is has to be better than five years at the reparation farm. They line up before Dean Wragg and announce their decision.
They would spend most of the following day chained and locked in the back of a windowless prisoner transfer van as they were brought to the Tree estate. When they arrive they process one after another through the induction office. They are allowed to read the rules and conditions of their stay at the estate. Some of the women read some of the terms but skip the fine print. Kathy Summer doesn’t bother to read any of the terms. She sees the page she must sign that states she will be Number 23. She signs the slavery contract thinking it cannot be that hard being a slave.
Later the new arrivals are brought to what is called the parade grounds. The ground is red clay mixed with sharp gravel shards and human waste from others that preceded them to the yard. They are ordered to line up and Joan Tree, the director of slave management, addresses the new arrivals.
“Welcome to the Tree estate, slave cunts. For the next four months you will be slaves here… well, most of you will be. I watched you stupid cunts go through your induction. Are you too fucking dumb to even read the rules” Joan demands. “Well let me make this simple for you. If you are told to do something you will do what you are told. If you don’t those of you coming from your university will find our demerits are punished much more thoroughly than your damn school’s demerits.”
Barb Moore reacts by flipping Joan her middle finger.
Unfortunately for Barb Joan Tree sees the gesture and says “I will get to know you, bitch!”
This doesn’t look good for our new arrivals!
-Tree
Unfortunately the house matron caught the women and turned them over to the dean of discipline and punishment. At the UVM the charges are more important than the facts then as it is now. Younger students were dealt with in the Hall of Discipline with each one forced to strip before a dozen professors they are strapped to a bench to take their whipping.
The number of lashes vary by the number of demerits each woman have accrued but even the least punishment of ten lashes draws attention and has the student whining in pain and humiliation!
But then there is the case of the women wrapping up their third year at the UVM. They have enough demerits stacked up they are brought before the dean of discipline and punishment. They are brought before Dean Despard Wragg XII. They stand naked before him and before his staff and other faculty. One student, a young woman named Barbara Moore protests the way they are being treated. Dean Wragg is not amused by her insolence.
Dean Wragg sternly advises the women they are in deep trouble and it would be wise not to talk unless addressed. Then he laid out their two choices. He says “You can choose to be sent to the Reparation Farm near Hooker, Oklahoma for five years of hard labor. You will be expelled from this university and all records of you completed courses over the last three years will be voided and will not be transferable. To put this bluntly your three years here will be wasted and your next five years will be pure hell.
“However I am offering you a second option. You can spend your summer at the Tree estate near the coffee shop in Pacific, Missouri. Should you succeed you will be welcome back in September and accrue bonus credits to hours completed.
“You must unanimously agree to your options or I will flip a coin to determine your fate. I give you five minutes to decide your fate!”
The women gather in tight circle and break into a whispered but heated discussion of what they should select to do. Two of the women have seen the reparation farm and don’t want to spend five years there. Another named Eulalia says “I’ve seen the coffee shop and if the Tree estate is anything like the coffee shop I’m not sure I want to go to the Tree estate.”
Mind you this is happening more than seven years before the Great Slave Rebellion of 2013 and the fame (?) of the Tree estate is unknown to these women. Collectively they decide four months at whatever the estate is has to be better than five years at the reparation farm. They line up before Dean Wragg and announce their decision.
They would spend most of the following day chained and locked in the back of a windowless prisoner transfer van as they were brought to the Tree estate. When they arrive they process one after another through the induction office. They are allowed to read the rules and conditions of their stay at the estate. Some of the women read some of the terms but skip the fine print. Kathy Summer doesn’t bother to read any of the terms. She sees the page she must sign that states she will be Number 23. She signs the slavery contract thinking it cannot be that hard being a slave.
Later the new arrivals are brought to what is called the parade grounds. The ground is red clay mixed with sharp gravel shards and human waste from others that preceded them to the yard. They are ordered to line up and Joan Tree, the director of slave management, addresses the new arrivals.
“Welcome to the Tree estate, slave cunts. For the next four months you will be slaves here… well, most of you will be. I watched you stupid cunts go through your induction. Are you too fucking dumb to even read the rules” Joan demands. “Well let me make this simple for you. If you are told to do something you will do what you are told. If you don’t those of you coming from your university will find our demerits are punished much more thoroughly than your damn school’s demerits.”
Barb Moore reacts by flipping Joan her middle finger.
Unfortunately for Barb Joan Tree sees the gesture and says “I will get to know you, bitch!”
This doesn’t look good for our new arrivals!
-Tree
