I classified this as mature (May-December) but it does have qualities of reluctance and nonconsent as well, with a considerable amount of spanking. If you don't like these types of stories, you won't like this one and so you really shouldn't read it. In any case, it was inspired by obvious events. It's a pretty brief story, but then most of my stories are on the long side. I hope you enjoy it!
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Julie Hall had an appointment with Mr. Peters. Nobody looked forward to an appointment with Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters was lured to Templeton College from Abberville because he had established himself as a national leader in the New School method of student discipline (e.g., see "Mr. Peters teaches Sara a lesson," Chapter 1). The New School methods were somewhat perilous but they have also proved to be very effective. There was perhaps only one person who could claim to be his equal, Professor Henry Desmond at Livingston. Prior to Mr. Peters arrival, Templeton had been stricken with quite a bit of delinquent, miscreant behavior. Since his arrival, order and discipline had been quickly reestablished. Students who were fortunate enough to proceed through his methods improved their grades, were more ruly, proper, and respectful, and simply became better persons (e.g., "Jackie learns to balance her studies," Chapter 21). Mr. Peters' evening schedule of consultative discipline was in fact getting heavily booked. He was therefore encouraging carefully selected faculty to apply the techniques themselves so that his own schedule would not be overwhelmed, but the faculty were naturally reluctant. This evening he was scheduled to work with Julie Hall. Julie was one of the cheerleaders whom Miss Bixley had caught sexually harassing Teddy (see "Teddy has a hard day," Chapter 12). Mr. Peters scheduled an individual meeting with her in part because he had also been informed that Julie had an annoying habit of speaking on her cell phone during class.
In fact, she rarely seemed to be off her phone. It was like glued to her ear. If she didn't open it during a class, she opened it as soon as she left the class, and was essentially wirelessly wired to it as she proceeded to the next class, and then had to be told by that instructor to turn it off once class started. The librarian, Mrs. Baxter, would repeatedly have to ask her to turn it off in the library. She finally became so frustrated that she also spoke to Mr. Peters about it. The library was one place on campus in which respectful decorum was most essential, yet Julie would just stride in, yammering away on her phone, seemingly oblivious to how loud she was speaking and how distracting and annoying she was to everyone around her. Every where she went heads would turn, naturally thinking that the loud voice was speaking to them, only to discover it was this young lady on the phone. She was a very pretty young lady, but that hardly excused it. Did it?
Julie knocked timidly on Mr. Peter's office door. "Yes, yes, please come in."
Julie opened the door a bit, just enough to stick her head inside. "Mr. Peters? You wanted to see me?"
"Julie Hall?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, yes, please do come in."
"I can, like, come back later, if you wish."
Mr. Peters gave her a welcoming smile. "No, no, I was expecting you. Come in, come in," waving her in from his desk. Julie took a deep breath and entered his office.
There was the usual diplomas and awards on the wall, a comfortable couch, a fine old wood desk, deep carpeting, and shelves of books; lots of books. However, what was unique, rather strikingly so, actually quite intimidatingly so, was a pillory by his desk. She thought, with considerable apprehension, 'He really isn't planning on putting me in that, is he?'
Mr. Peters appreciated the value of the pillory. It was a gift from students he had helped at Abberville. He had not yet included it within any of his disciplinary duties, (see "The pillory," Chapter 14), but it was helpful in establishing a proper atmosphere. Many a recalcitrant student upon seeing the pillory, even the ones intending on being boldly defiant, became quite apprehensive, if not alarmed, and such was certainly the case with Julie. 'He really isn't going to put me in that, is he?'
Mr. Peters could see her fearful eyes fixed on the pillory. "Do you understand why you were sent to me, my dear?"
She turned her head to Mr. Peters. "Oh yes sir, yes, I do."
"Could you explain it to me then?"
"Well, yes sir, it was, like, when we were teasing, you know, um, Teddy."
"I think you did quite a bit more than just tease the boy, did you not, young lady?"
"Well, yes sir, yes, yes, we did."
"And, why else are you here, Julie?"
"Sir?"
"The incident with Teddy is not the only reason you have been sent to meet with me. "
"I don't know what you mean, sir."
Mr. Peters sighed. It was always frustrating when the student actually tried to deny the existence of the transgression. "Your excessive cell phone activity?"
Julie did know of this complaint, but she felt it was really quite unfounded. "Mr. Peters, that is like totally bogus!"
"Julie, I have reports here from three of your instructors, as well as from the librarian, Mrs. Baxter, all expressing quite substantial concern with the amount of time you're on the phone, and how you don't seem to notice or care how disruptive your calls are to the library or to classroom instruction, or frankly to anyone else around you."
"Mr. Peters, really, this is so bush. I'm not on the phone any longer than anyone else."
"You might not be on the phone any longer than any one of your close friends, but you are certainly on the phone longer than most other persons on this planet and, most importantly, your calls are really quite disruptive."
"Man, that's buggin, Mr. Peters, really like completely unfair."
Mr. Peters did not at first respond. He just sat there, considering the situation, considering possibilities. He eventually suggested, "Julie, I will make a deal with you. Normally, I would provide a spanking for your transgressions. However, you don't seem to think that the cell phone is even a problem. How can I expect you to learn your lesson?"
"It's not a problem, Mr. Peters, like it's some sort of conspiracy or something. Totally bogus." She really didn't want a spanking. Who would?
Mr. Peters held up his hand. He didn't want to hear any more of her vacuous protestations. "Fine, fine. I won't argue with you. If you don't think it's a problem then perhaps it isn't. I am perfectly willing to be proven wrong."
"Cool. That's really bitchin of you, Mr. Peters."
"Here's what we'll do. We are scheduled to meet for one hour. Normally, I would spend the full time of that hour implementing a disciplinary lesson, and a rather severe one at that, given your apparent lack of willingness to even acknowledge the existence of a problem." That didn't sound good. "However, I will agree to a simple test of the veracity of the complaint."
"Veracity, sir?" She had no idea what that word meant.
"If your phone doesn't ring during this hour, you can go with no spanking whatsoever, even for your transgressions with Teddy."
Whoa! That sounded like a totally fantastic deal, at least to Julie. "Outrageous, Mr. Peters, I'll take it!" Being able to possibly avoid any spanking whatsoever? What student would decline that offer?
"Now, don't agree too soon, Julie. If the phone does ring, then you must submit to whatever discipline I feel is necessary and appropriate, and it may in fact go well beyond a spanking."
She wasn't too sure what that implied. She asked, pointing to the pillory, "It wouldn't involve that thing, would it?"
"No, no, dear. I would agree not to use the pillory. But, you must be aware of my methods, having spoken to your fellow cheerleaders."
Julie had spoken with Jackie. She had told Jule that Mr. Peters might act very familiar with her. It sounded totally gross but, still, a chance for no spanking at all? She felt like she was a contestant on a game show, where behind one door was a pretty severe spanking for the rest of the hour, whereas behind the other door was no punishment at all and a chance to show Mr. Peters that he was being really bogus. It hardly seemed like a difficult choice at all.
"But, Mr. Peters, even if there is just one call? I mean, like, I'll be punished for a wrong number?" It didn't seem right that she couldn't get just one call during the hour.
"Oh my no, I don't intend to be unfair about this at all. In fact, whenever the phone is silent, you will not be punished. If all that happens during this hour is that you get a wrong number, I might not even be able to get one spank in."
"It's only when I'm on the phone that I'll be punished?"
"Yes, that's the deal, but if I get the impression that you are cutting a call short, I will then punish you continually until you get another call. So, don't try ending the call on your own. If it is you that ends the call, then you will get more than a spanking as you wait for the next call to come in."
This was really completely cool. She had a choice between spanking throughout the rest of the hour, or possibly no spanking at all. And, even if someone called her, the punishment would end once the call ended. This was like obvious. She never had such an easy test, except perhaps the on-line music appreciation class that all the football players took. "I'll take the no spanking."
"Excellent, why don't you place your cell phone here, right at the front of my desk, and we'll see if someone calls you. I'll just get back to my work here and we'll see. If someone does call, you have to answer and you have to speak until that person ends the call. Understood?"
