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?
