Institute´s Hygienic Regulations.

During the weekly and monthly examinations, depending on the type of exercise
you´re expected to perform, you´ll wear the attire indicated and provided by the
Institution and charged to your account, of course.
Most of the time, in class or during other curricular activities you´ll have to wear
white cotton underpants. This is mandatory since the smallest speck on the
garment´s inner side will denounce filthy conduct on the part of the user.
Shit stains are inconceivable: we are making a vagina of your rectum through
the proper use of enemas after breakfast (soapy water first and whole milk after
that)
The impeccable pink walls of your rectum will be receptacle only of love or lust,
which means the triumph of a wise culture as opposed to silly Mother Nature,
soon as the precious instrument has accomplished its awkward fisiological job.
Those weird caracters interested in coprogames and fagia will be directed to
associate institutions to comply with such extra curricular subjects once finished
our courses.
Drops of blood will point out you´ve been running after the wild brats in the
alley once again! We supposed that period was over. We are not building a
flower to be crapped by hogs! You must always remember considering yourself
The Whore Virgin, The Prostitute Nun, The Vestal of Sex and, above all, my
pupil and (what´s much more) my love!
Under my ferula no frigging is allowed (unless expressly ordered) for, as in older
days was defined, masturbation is self abuse and here you are supposed to be
abused by others, not by yourself. Evidence of infraction are beige spots on
your intimate apparel. It might be argued that some pupils may drain the Venus
broth as a consequence of lewd thoughts alone: That only comes to show a
lack of mental restraint which results, in my very personal view, equivalent to
frigging. Directing the jet of the hand douche bull blast to your vulva or anus is
allowed (but be careful not to harm yourself: need of medical attention means
excess and will be punished.) And the eventual (supposedly accidental) friction
of the water dispenser on any part of your body is not considered an infraction,
not even in the remote instance of precipitating an involuntary orgasm. (The
Institution understands you are only human just as we all are.)
Avoid the use of soap. With respect to the ablutions of your private parts long
exposure to the water jet will suffice. Genitalia must always be impeccable BUT
with a light, vague, natural scent of fresh oysters (SEA oysters, NOT PRAIRIE
oysters!) Learn that only cheap whores use ferfumed foams in order to kill the
beast odor. Remember you are being educated to become a classy, expensive
whore. Recall "The Birth of Venus" by Botticelli and try to associate with the
fragance of molluscs. (Au provencale: Just steamed in their own juice in the
presence of raw garlic and parsley. No added salt. Sprinkled with olive oil at the
table. Accompany with DRY WHITE wine -Chablis?- by candlelight. "A Grand
Chef at the kitchen, a Grand Dame at the table, a Grand Putain in bed.", learn
from me! That´s what I´m here for!)
When summoned by The Principal, I must be informed: First, to give you
permission to leave, but also to rub your parts with a cotton mop soaked in
white sweet wine (Mistela?) After all, we´re ALL under orders...the bastard!
Periodical and frequent checkups of the inner crotch of your shorts will take
place. I don´t like licking clits with foreign tastes. To avoid reprimands take as
many hand douches as you might wish, visualizing me, if possible.
There´s only one thing you must be affraid of: not suffering enough for the
privilege of accessing to such a Superior Education as this.
On your knees...at once.

Your loving Teacher. (There´s no greater title...!)