She sat sullenly outside his office, kicking at the leg of the chair with the heel of her black loafer. She knew this was it. She was going to get expelled for sure, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She silently cursed her rotten luck. Just then the door opened.
"He'll see you now," the voice said She looked up and saw the short, middle aged woman with soft gray hair smiling sympathetically at her and stood up to face her fate.
Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly into the office and closed the door behind her. She knew the routine. This was the fourth time this semester she'd been sent here to face him, and she was very frightened of her fate. He was not an easy man to sweet talk, especially when the punishment was deserved.
The first time was for back talking the sister who taught English class. That had gotten her a stern lecture. A couple weeks later, she'd been caught with a pack of cigarettes in the girls bathroom. She lied and said they weren't hers, claiming that she'd found them on the floor and was merely going to throw them away. She got detention for 3 days for that. They couldn't prove they had been hers, so she weaseled her way clear from a more severe punishment.
The last time, she'd been caught cheating on a midterm exam. For that, she'd felt the sting of the dean's hand across her backside. It was 2 days before she could sit comfortably at school. That time, she also got grounded by her parents for 2 weeks. She was also informed that next time she'd be expelled. Her father also gave her an ultimatum. Either behave in school or the next time, he was going to spank her. 18 or no, she was still his child and it was his right to discipline her how he saw fit.
Well, here she now was. Facing Dean Gregory Thomas and his stern justice. He looked up from his paperwork and scowled. "I'm not happy with your behavior, Abby. Sister Margaret has told me some disturbing things. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Abby gulped. This was it. There was no way of explaining the soda bottle of alcohol she'd been carrying around with her. She had only wanted to try getting through a day without getting caught. She thought that nobody would notice that she was drinking in school. She wasn't drunk, after all. It was just her luck though, that Sister Margaret walked around the corner into her spilling it as she was taking a drink and recognized the odor. She'd been busted.
Abby only shook her head slowly, knowing anything she said would make it worse. She knew she'd be expelled, and she'd get spanked and grounded and lose her car when her parents found out. Dean Thomas stood up and walked to the window. He cleared his throat and then began.
"Abby, I haven't spoken to your parents yet. This is a very serious offense. It's also the fourth time this semester that you've been sent to see me. You know that the extent of this act could get you expelled for the rest of the year, in which case, your tuition would be forfeit and you would have to attend the entire of next year to graduate. I doubt your father will be happy over that. He swore last time you'd get a rather severe punishment should you misbehave again."
Abby looked at her shoes and said softly, "Yes, Sir. He said he'd spank me."
Dean Thomas turned to face her. "Abby," he stated, "we both know he'll do more than spank you. You can bet that you'll find yourself grounded for the rest of the school year and probably all of the next, plus losing all privellages. You may be 18, but that will mean nothing. You will have no choice but to live there in order to finish the school year. You also have your college education to look at. He doesn't have to help you there either."
Abby nodded again. She knew he was right. She just didn't know what to do about it.
"I'm prepared to forget this little incident ever happened, Abby, but it will cost you."
She looked up, astounded, not fully comprehending what he was telling her. He chuckled at her expression. "What are you talking about, Sir?" she asked quietly.
