This is chapter 17 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. I would also be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it or additional stories you would like to be developed.
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Mr. Peters' form of discipline (see Chapter 1) appeared to be working well at the college. Miss Harding had become one of his strongest advocates (see Chapter 14), encouraging faculty members to consult with him or even to attempt to implement his methods themselves. Dean Jackson also appeared to be standing firmly behind him. Mr. Peters had in fact received a formal invitation to one of Dean Jackson's soirees for community leaders, key administrators, well-regarded faculty, and "prominent" alumni (i.e., alumni with deep pockets). It was a significant honor to be one of the few faculty members to be invited; a clear sign that the Dean was sincere in his statements of support. Mr. Peters was delighted to attend.
Not all of the faculty, however, were so sanguine about Mr. Peters' methods. Drew Harrington in particular was quite skeptical and even concerned. He considered Mr. Peters' methods, what little he knew of them, to have the potential of resulting in a violation of appropriate boundaries between faculty and students. He certainly would not approve of students being required to submit to punishments that involved any aspects of dishabille, or perhaps even worse. He cornered Mr. Peters in the hallway to express his "concernment."
"Mr. Peters, I recognize, and I sincerely appreciate, that your methods have apparently resulted in some degree of improved demeanor and perhaps even test scores for some of the students with whom you have had the pleasure of, shall I say, 'instructing.' But, sir, with all due respect, I must inquire as to whether your approach has ever resulted in any acts or incidents that might bring some untoward embarrassment to our esteemed college."
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Harrington," Mr. Peters replied.
"Well, if I can speak a bit more bluntly. We are, of course, gentlemen." "Certainly, please do, Mr. Harrington."
"Well, if I might say, and I do not, of course, wish to imply any aspersions on your character, but have your methods resulted in any inappropriate venereal contact between yourself and one of our students?"
Mr. Peters could feel his blood beginning to rise. His methods had resulted in a bit of sexual activity (see Chapters 3 & 7) but he did not consider it to be particularly inappropriate. The students were all above the age of 18. In addition, he certainly did not feel that he had to explain himself to Mr. Harrington, whom he found to be a bit narcissistic, if not a pompous bore. Frankly, there were rumors concerning Mr. Harrington as well.
He knew though that these were simply rumors. They were more like fantasies than rumors. Mr. Harrington was probably one of the more strikingly handsome faculty. His good looks though were not matched by any playful tendencies. On the contrary, he was well known for being rather conservative, even prudish. The student fantasies were probably driven in part by the fact that he was such a bluenose. He was the Chair of the Student Disciplinary Board and was quick to severely discipline students when informed of inappropriate sexual conduct on campus grounds. This was a privately funded college that had the highest of standards and expectations with respect to appropriate decorum and demeanor. Mr. Peters was hired to further maintain and protect their considered reputation.
Mr. Peters wondered if Mr. Harrington's confrontation was driven in part by jealousy. Mr. Harrington had been the man to whom faculty went for advice regarding student discipline prior to the arrival of Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters' success might imply a loss of credibility, authority, and, ultimately, power for Mr. Harrington.
In any case, Jack Peters suppressed his feelings of annoyance. There was no point in getting into a defensive argument with Mr. Harrington regarding his methods, nor was he about to provide him any details of his activities. He placed his hand on Mr. Harrington's arm. "Do not be concerned, old chap," mocking Mr. Harrington somewhat. "Nothing untoward has occurred. Everything is strictly by the book. I understand though that rumors can develop. I believe you are the subject of a few of them yourself?"
Mr. Harrington coughed. He would have to admit that Mr. Peters was right about that.
"But they are simply that. Rumors, works of fiction, flights of fantasy, that slowly become exaggerated over time as they pass from one set of lips to another."
Mr. Harrington was relieved, although not entirely reassured. He was nevertheless becoming somewhat uncomfortable with this conversation, not wanting to get into any of the rumors involving himself. "Alright then, sir, that's good to hear. Well, then, keep up the good work. Perhaps we can share notes some day regarding our methods." 'Not likely,' thought Mr. Peters.
Mr Harrington continued. "Well, hm, yes, I understand that you will be attending the soiree of Dean Jackson. I put the good word in for you and I am happy to see that you have now been invited. Perhaps we can speak further then." He reached out to shake Mr. Peters' hand.
Mr. Peters was disappointed to hear that Mr. Harrington would be there as well, but he had to admit that he was more established and better known. However, that did not excuse his attempt to claim credit for Mr. Peters' invitation. He shook his hand. "Excellent, yes, I look forward to it."
Mr. Peters returned to his office. He had scheduled a disciplinary meeting later that day with three of the college's cheerleaders. He usually scheduled these sessions for the evening so that they would not be disturbted. Miss Bixley, the Romance Languages professor, had informed Mr. Peters of the need for some disciplinary action. He caught up on his paperwork as he waited for them to arrive. They appeared at his office at precisely 6:00PM.
Miss Bixley did not tell Mr. Peters the entire story. Understandably, she left out the assistance she gave Teddy after his victimization (see Chapter 12). However, she did inform Mr. Peters of what she had seen, including the cheerleaders forcing Teddy to masturbate in front of them with a pom-pom lodged in his rectum.
Not surprisingly, Mr. Peters was shocked that such a thing had happened at Templeton. Normally, this behavior would be referred to the Student Disciplinary Board. However, after consulting with Miss Harding, Miss Bixley decided to turn the matter over to Mr. Peters. Miss Bixley wanted the cheerleaders to learn a true lesson. The person who would deliver that would be Mr. Peters, and he made it clear to Miss Bixley that this will be the last time these girls would commit any such acts.
After hearing the story from Miss Bixley, Mr. Peters met with Teddy and then scheduled appointments with the cheerleaders. He met first with Polly (the head cheerleader), Pam, and Lisa. The three girls arrived together. They were not looking forward to this. Lisa was particularly fearful. She had never gotten into any trouble before. In fact, she was a good girl in every meaning of the word. She didn't drink, she got good grades, she always obeyed her teachers and parents, she was consistently respectful and dutiful. She didn't even mess around like many of the other girls. Rumor had it that Pam was a bit loose with the boys, a reputation that is generally not surprising for a cheerleader. Lisa, however, would do no such thing. Pam, Polly, Jackie, Julie, and many of the other girls on the squad repeatedly attempted to get Lisa to go out with them to flirt with boys. Lisa faithfully rejected their efforts. She wouldn't even stay out late.
Their worst fears seemed to be realized as soon as they entered his office. Standing by Mr. Peters' desk was a pillory! Pam had heard rumors of Mr. Peters' unique, and at times severe, approaches to discipline. She was apprehensive about this meeting, but she never imagined that he would use a pillory. Polly was also shocked. Lisa noticed the odd contraption but she didn't really know what it might be used for.
Mr. Peters got out from behind his desk. He moved around to the front to stand by the pillory. He enjoyed the fact that Pam and Polly were repeatedly glancing at the whipping stand in notable apprehension.
They were a fetching trio. They were wearing their cheerleading outfits. The pleated skirts were white with red stripes. The name of the college, Templeton, stretched in bold red letters across their young breasts, so nicely wrapped by soft white sweaters. The college name curved out particularly far for the sweater of Pam. It's not that Polly's breasts were small. Their delectable roundness was apparent, but Pam's were outstandingly large. Pam was also very pretty. She had long brown hair that swept half way down her back. She was born in Alabama but with parents of French and Puerto Rican descent that give her face an alluring, exotic appeal. She had pretty brown eyes with long lashes. She was not happy about her nose though. Some might say it was a bit large or sharp, but Mr. Peters felt that it made her more uniquely pretty. She reminded him of Kaylynn, a porn star that had always been one of his favorites during his years at Abberville. Pam was herself very open and playful about sex, matching well the personality of Kaylynn. From what he could see, though, Pamela probably had much larger breasts than Kaylynn.
