College Behavior Advisor

Note to Readers

This is a story written as a serial. While each completes an event, you might enjoy (or) despise it more if you start at the beginning. Everyone is over 18. Particularly Margaret Thatcher College itself.

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9.45 p.m.

To: Merriweather Cradle, MA, Applied Corrections

From: Faye Bogan, Id 307-191

Ma'am. I am wearing the punishment bra as required. I think you said it would be taken off today. Do you wish me to come to your office to have it removed?

Faye Bogan

9.47 p.m.

To: Faye Bogan, #307-191

From: Merriweather Cradle, MA, Applied Corrections

Your correctional bra will be unlocked. Patience is a virtue you must learn here at Margaret Thatcher College. M.C.

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Retreat: A Time for Bedtime Reminders

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Nineteen young women, all students at Margaret Thatcher College, one of the few remaining women-only colleges, live on the second floor of Teresa House, an MTC dormitory.

It is 10:45 pm, time for Retreat. Eighteen of these young women should be washed up, teeth brushed, in their nightwear and ready for lights out at 11 pm.

The nineteenth student is their RA, Rita.

As the minutes lead up to 10:45, the students naturally sort themselves into three sets, typical before Retreat every evening. The largest group, fourteen tonight, are young ladies who have had a flawless school day, or so they self-determine. After Retreat roll call, they will disappear into their double bedrooms to await lights out.

A second group of girls realize -- know -- they mis-stepped during the day. These girls drift toward their dorm room doors as 10:45 approaches. Each girl in this group received at least one 'Margaret notice' on her cellphone. This is a formal notification of an officially recorded violation of one of the many formal or equally numerous informal rules of the MTC that day.

A poor grade, tardiness, disrespect, poorly performed dorm or school chores, or an official disciplinary action are just a few reasons for a "Maggies," as they informally call the bedtime spanking notices. By 10:45 precisely, they must stand facing the wall adjacent to their room. Hands on head, nightwear pinned up to mid-back with a large, neon rose color safety-pin, bare from there to their feet.

All her dorm mates gaped at Faye's outstanding display of bruises and welts on her buttocks and thighs as she washed and brushed in the communal washroom to prepare for Retreat. Most had commiserating words for Faye, although Tiffany, the hall bully, snickered while 'patting' Faye on the cheek. One of her bruised bottom cheeks. Tiffany snapped a wet towel on at Nina's thighs, adding "you won't notice a little touch up paint, will you dearie?" to the laughter of several girls.

The RA uses the washroom, too, as her room, although larger than the students' with an office, has no en-suite.

Faye's Maggie chased her from the time of her morning's disciplinary session with Miss Merriweather Cradle, MA (Applied Corrections).

Faculty, staff, administrators, and, perhaps most disconcertingly, a handful of fellow students, may issue Maggies.

A third set of young women, and there are always girls in this group, pause by their bedroom doors as if hesitant to enter. With ample reason. If the student in question believes or even suspects she has created some trouble for herself by her behavior or misbehavior that day, but she has not received a Maggie, then she had a tough choice to make. Should she turn herself in, admit her misstep, and take the consequences?

Or should she take her chances that her rule violation has gone unnoticed and join her dorm sisters who retired to their rooms before the 10:45 bell? If such a hesitant miscreant chooses poorly, and her misstep has been noticed, she is likely to be subject to at least twice the 'normal' corporal consequence for that type of misbehavior.

Once or twice a week Rita has applied a double dose of her hairbrush. Rita rarely had to announce a second round of consequences for a woeful young lady to be administered at the next night's Retreat. This is because her eighteen charges generally behave.

There is a benefit from owning one's mistakes at Retreat. The "normal" consequences for a misbehavior that is reported to the student with a Maggies and dealt with at Retreat may be reduced, at the RA's discretion, if she self-confesses. A normal six whacks of the Rita's hairbrush for, say, an incomplete chore, might become three. Or even zero, as honesty "has its own rewards" the college's Student Code handbook proclaims. Margaret Thatcher College values self-discipline and makes it a priority in everything they do.

One expression of this is the protocol for Maggies. Not all Maggies are forwarded to students' cellphones. Sometimes, the issuer of the award chooses not to notify a student to test her honesty. More ominous for young minds, MTC's computer science department developed algorithms for the -- not entirely random -- selection of Maggies that are not to be forwarded to students on the day of issuance. The parameters for who the computer selects for a non-random 'Maggie test' are secret.

Resident Assistants and Dorm Mothers still receive these notices.

The point is to guide young, still teachable, women to admitting their misbehaviors to themselves. The College's administrators and Trustees know most of the mis-steps students own up to at Retreat were not observed or reported and recorded. Statistically, the risk of being caught is relatively low. Diabolically clever, one former Trustee labeled it. Pedagogically astute, her fellow trustees responded.

Parents love the Retreat plan when (and if) they understand it. Most alumnae praise Retreat's character-building benefits. By their third year, most current students accept the idea and rarely misreport.

Precisely at 10:45 three musical chimes announce Retreat.

Five miscreants stand in the long, narrow second floor hallway at Retreat. Hands on heads. Noses or breasts press against the institutional green paint. Students with large enough breasts are 'encouraged' to press them, and not their noses, against a wall during reflection times. However, the rules do not allow corner-timers to switch their stance back and forth, as muscle fatigue from holding position is part of any useful reflection time.

The two students with Maggies are bare from mid-back down. Three who have chosen to self-report are safety-pinned as well. Custom permits them to retain their panties. Each girl chose to lower her panties to her knees, spreading their legs just far enough for friction to trump gravity. Enough random comments from their RA, Rita, convinces them she goes a bit more lightly on girls so self-bared.

Rita and Merri step into the hallway, emerging from Rita's room. Time for the short, sharp reminders that are the reason for bedtime spankings.

"Attention, ladies. I've asked Merriweather Cradle, one of our college's disciplinarians, to join us for Retreat. I hope you are as delighted as I am."

Rita and Merri easily hear low groans in the silence; the sound of shifting feet immediately follows.

"Hush, girls. No wiggling.

"Roll call, ladies."

The girls announce their attendance as formality requires. Rita knows her charges and a glance would be enough for her to name them all.

"Nina." "Tilly." "Stacy." "Faye." "Maria."

"Ah. What did I tell you, Merri? Tiffany chose not to join us.

"Maria, please ask your roommate to join us, au natural."

When a student chooses not to admit an unreported event at Retreat and is caught, she must join the hallway line up with no clothing. It is possible her breasts may suffer a consequence for her poor choice, so why not have such a silly girl dressed for success?

"Merri, this young lady is Nina." Nina is a smiling faced, glasses wearing sprite. A black-haired, Mediterranean skin hued lass. She touches the scales at around a hundred pounds. Her breasts and tush are petite. Nina has such a trim figure that these small assets are proportionate and quite attractive in a miniature hourglass way. The bit of Merri she keeps suppressed perks at the life she feels in this girl.

Nina showered to prepare for her chastisement, as is clear from her sweet lavender smell. A shower is Nina's standard Retreat ritual. A practice Rita contemplates making mandatory for all girls presenting themselves at Retreat. Realizing MTC values attention to homework over cleanliness for spankings, Rita always nixes the idea when it pops into her head.

"Nina is one of my motivated students, Merri. Her grades and her chores are consistently well done. Unfortunately, and like all of us, she is human. She is a frequent flyer at Recall for one character default, tardiness. One she needs to work diligently at exorcising.

"Isn't that right, Nina?"

"Yes, Miss. Ma'am. I'm sorry."

Nina remains in her proper position during the exchange. Hands on head, facing the wall. Surprisingly, given her tiny size, Nina poses with both nipples touching the gray hallway wall.

"The last time this issue popped up for Nina, I gave her six swats." A hairbrush is standard issue for RAs. "That was, ah, three weeks ago."

"Ma'am. May I speak?" Nina questions.

"Yes, Nina."

"I'm so embarrassed. It was only two weeks ago. I've let you down."

Merri seizes what she recognizes as a moment to educate both young women. "Nina, you have let yourself down. I am impressed with your honesty. It speaks highly of your character. Rita, may I make a suggestion?" Merri inquires.

"Thank you, yes, please." Rita answers.

"You slapped her six times with your hairbrush last time? On her bottom?"

"Yes to both."

"Rita, my first thought when you mentioned Nina's tardiness habit was that she needed twice as many slaps as you administered before, divided between her bottom and her thighs."

"That would be fair, wouldn't it, Nina?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"So here is what I recommend. Apply your hairbrush just to her thighs. Thighs are acutely sensitive to the pain of a properly administered spanking. She is likely to show some bruises. In a place they are memorable for a few days. Six isn't many, but you have 'room to grow' if she doesn't take your help to heart."

"Excellent advice. I'm so glad you visited tonight," Rita responds while smiling.

"There is just one thing, Merri. I don't normally target thighs for bedtime spankings. As my mentor, would you demonstrate? Although Nina might not appreciate it. Your hardwood hairbrush packs a wallop like no other. As I know. I've felt it, but could learn from seeing you apply it."

"Nina, please bend and grab your ankles. Rita, this position helps stretch the thigh's hamstring muscles and the glutes in her buttocks. From a physiological standpoint, muscles that are stretched tend to be more sensitive to pain compared to relaxed ones. Well done," Merri says with a chuckle as she gently pats Nina on the shoulder. "This bedtime correction should prolong the duration of her bruises."

Just then, Rita notices Tiffany's belated arrival at the wall outside her door. "A moment, Merri."

"Tiffany, march down to my door and place yourself in position. Do not move, do not squirm." Even the girls in their rooms heard Rita's command. At mule, not thoroughbred speed, Tiffany begins the journey.

In a lower, conversational voice, Rita continues. "Faye, please step down to the other side of my door. Your behavior 'tonight'," said with a slight emphasis, "is not at fault."

Rita continues. "I'm sorry, Merri. Tiffany is, well, recalcitrant, as you see."

"I have some ideas, Rita. We can talk about her when you are done with these girls in the hall." In the hushed echo chamber of the hallway, Merri's comment reaches the ears of the six young women standing by the doors, their bottoms bared.

"Nina, I'm sorry to have kept you bent over. Ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

At fifteen second intervals, Merri delivers her grandmother's Australian hardwood hairbrush to Nina's taut thighs. Two red eyes. Nina responds with a series of grunts and pants of increasing volume. After each, she jolts forward. Merri's warm hand on her back helps Nina keep her balance.

As befits a mentor, Merri comments as she proceeds with the discipline. "Rita, notice I'm flicking my wrist just before contact to increase speed and striking force. Having the ability to vary the intensity of a spanking depending on the girl and the situation is very crucial.

"I'm spanking her three times on one thigh, then doing the same on her other thigh. Rather than alternating side to side or trying to cover as much territory as possible. These repetitive blows will foster the deeper purple and yellow bruises Nina needs to get control of her little problem."

"Nina," Merri directs, "you may stand and face us. I'm proud of you. You took that well, and your honesty earlier was super. I have some homework for you. Report each day to Rita for as long as you are feeling the bruises when you walk or sit. Until they fade away past the splotchy yellow-brown stage. Okay?"

"I will, Ma'am."

"If Rita keeps upping the number of swats on your thighs each time you are tardy, and if you, Nina, stay accountable to her for reporting the results, I predict there will come a moment when you both look back and cannot remember the last time you needed correction for tardiness. Ladies, are you willing to try this?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Nina responded.

"Wow, what a neat idea. Thank you." Rita adds.

"Ah, Miss. I think it might help me. But please don't buy a hairbrush from Australia." Nina says this with a strained but genuine smile as the last of her tears drip to the hall floor.

Merri and Rita both hug the tiny sprite. Rita hands Nina her signature post-bedtime spanking treat, a lollypop.

"Thank you, Miss Rita. Thank you, Ma'am."

What a delightful imp,

Merri muses. Her thought, that she wishes to have someone cute and witty like this in her personal life surfaces. To be repressed.

Rita picks up Nina's challenge. "You've planted an idea, Nina. Perhaps I should add that to my Christmas list for Santa? Off you go."

"Would that be your naughty or nice list, Rita?" Merri chips in. Nina scampers -- with a slight hitch in her gait -- into her room.

Rita finishes her round of bedtime spankings with attention to Maria, Tilly, and Stacy. Tilly and Stacy failed to complete minor chores to MTC standard. They received with 'oof's' three snaps of Rita's RA hairbrush on their bare bottoms. Rita dispatched them to bed with a hug and a chocolate after their obligatory conclusions: "Thank you, Miss, for my correction."

Merri gleaned from Rita's brief comments it was Maria's disrespect of a teacher that earned her the marks of her transgression, six in-classroom cane welts. Rita's matching six paddle strokes are the normal 'at home' refresher of that particular lesson.

The welts, angry and red, must serve as a physical manifestation of Maria's emotional turmoil, Rita and Merri know well from personal experience. Each welt represents a moment of defiance, a step further away from the respect she should have shown her teacher. Maria's beautiful skin is sepia, a rich warm combination of orange and yellow, so the welts are not as prominent as they would be on a young woman from a Nordic family.

Rita elicits a mist of tears from Maria, without the accompaniment of howls. Exactly the result she expects and desires from the diminutive young woman.

Rita, as the enforcer of discipline at 'home' in the dorm, also experiences a mix of emotions, Merri knows. Rita's role is to reinforce the lesson Maria learned in the classroom, ensuring that it resonates deeply inside her. The six paddle strokes are a physical expression of her empathy and concern for Maria's growth and development. A reminder to Maria that her actions have consequences, not only within the confines of the classroom, but also within the loving embrace of her college family.

Merri observes these typical nightly refreshers as a knowledgeable spectator. The event she came for is about to begin.

"Ladies, please join me in the RA office," Merri announces. Tiffany and Faye follow Rita and Merri obediently.

"Do either of you know why you are here at Retreat? You first, Faye," Rita inquires.

After a minute glance towards Merri, Nina responds. "Yes, Miss. I got punished today by Miss Cradle. I received a Maggie and I'm due a bedtime spanking."

"You are right, in part, Faye. Let's see what Tiffany has to say. Why are you here tonight at Retreat?

"Um. I don't know, Miss. I don't think I did anything wrong today. I passed my two quizzes, and I'm not on chores until Friday."

As Tiffany weasels, Rita pulls her shoulders back and clasps her hands behind her. Both girls recognize their RA's body language. Neither knew why Merri was present, sitting in Rita's office chair.

"Did anything happen in the bathroom tonight that you want to tell me about, Miss Tiffany Smithers?"

"I don't think so. Uh, Miss Rita."

"Do you recall, young Miss Tiffany Smithers, teasing Faye in the washroom not fifteen minutes ago? Slapping her on the butt and whipping her with a towel?"

"Oh, well, Miss. I was just teasing her."

"That wasn't teasing, Miss Tiffany Smithers, it was ..."

As if coordinated, Merri leans into the exchange.

"Bullying. Bullying of the worst kind."

"Why that little ... um, I'm sorry Ma'am. Miss. I, I won't do it again." Tiffany rushes her apology.

"You won't? Bullying is one of the nastiest behaviors. Do you know the level of correction required under the Student Behavior Code? Oh, and before you answer that, Rita, why don't you tell this little girl how you discovered her abysmal behavior? She seems to think that Faye had something to do with it.

Without a pause, Merri swivels back to Tiffany. "Ah, Stand. Up. Straight. Miss. Tiffany. You are slumping. Stand tall, hands on your head. Chest out, feet planted shoulder width apart. This position should be automatic. Rita, I might recommend a week's worth of posture drills for Tiffany at Retreat. Anyway, before she interrupted us, you were going to tell of your discovery of her bullying.

"Well, I may have been lax in my duties." Rita's shoulders shrug with the admission. "I've caught her bullying a few times, although not this bad. Of course, I paddled her bottom when I caught her, but she keeps on being the hall bully. I guess I should have reported her."

"Perhaps you should have, Rita. We will discuss that tomorrow." Merri states, continuing, "You saw this how?"

"I was in the washroom and saw the whole thing. I don't think either girl saw me."

"Proof positive." Merri claps her hands. "Let's cut to the remedy for your behavior, Tiffany, shall we? Simple bullying is a Level 5 offense, and repeated bullying is at least Level 6. What you saw on Faye's bottom results from a Level 2 and 3 correction, one that is not quite finished. And her bruises have yet to bloom from purple to yellowy-brown."

Both Merri and Rita heard Faye's tiny gasp. She, at least, stood properly for a young woman called in for discipline.

"Do you know the required discipline for a Level 5 offense, Miss Tiffany Smithers?"

Tiffany shakes her head.

"No? Not surprising, young lady. From on now I need to hear your answer. I think you will become intimately acquainted with the Code and the Levels of consequences in the next few weeks. Here are the basics, which I have memorized."

Required:

At least two hand spankings, each 5 to 8 minutes.

Required:

Spankings with implements. Thirty swats with a hardwood paddle, and/or 25 with a strap and/or 8 to 11 with cane. You need and will get at least two of these, Tiffany. Unfortunately, fresh switches are not in season, however birching with a switch-substitute is available.