From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Fri Jun 14 09:54:01 1996
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Subject: DISCIPLINE AT RIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 14 Jun 1996 13:54:01 GMT
Discipline At Ridgemont High
The PTA of Ridgemont High was fed up with the use of crack, pot and
coke among
the students. At each meeting, the teachers complained about how
difficult it
was to control their classes. Teen-age sex was also rampant. What
were they
going to do?
Mrs. Stanley, the PTA president, presented a solution. "Discipline,"
she said
sternly. "Good, old-fashioned discipline. A whack on the butt. More
formalized public spankings. It worked in my day. It will work
today."
The teachers and the parents agreed. The town council had never
passed a rule
outlawing corporal punishment in the public schools. The only reason
physical
punishment had never been used at the high school before was because
some of
the parents had objected. Now, things had gone too far. The PTA
took a vote.
66 out of 70 members for, 3 against, l abstention. It was agreed that
a
behavior code and list of punishments would be posted for the students.
The next morning, students giggled in disbelief as they read the
following
notice posted on each homeroom bulletin board and in every hall:
The students of Ridgemont High School have been granted the right and
privilege
of a free, public education by the laws of the United States. Any
student who
interferes with any other student's right to that education, whether
through an
act of negligence or malice, has trespassed against his or her fellow
student's
rights and against the rights of the entire student body and faculty.
Consequently, that student shall be punished.
Punishments are described below. Infractions not listed will be
handled at the
discretion of the observing teacher. Any teacher shall have the right
to
punish any student in any manner set forth below. No student shall
have the
right to appeal a teacher's decision as to time, place, nature or
degree of
punishment.
Talking in class Number 1
Arriving late to class Number 1
Failure to complete homework Number 1
Excessive absencess Number 2
Improper dress Number 2
Failing a test Number 2
Cursing Number 2
Smoking Number 2
Rudeness to teachers Number 3
Fighting Number 3
Using or possessing drugs Number 4
Improper sexual conduct Number 4
Stealing Number 4
* Recurrent offenses will result in increased penalties.
** Students are required to count off each punishment.
*** Students must hold still or they will be restrained or
take the punishment again, at the teacher's discretion.
25 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle in
front
of class where infraction occurred. Spanks administered on skin
covered by
panties or undershorts.
25 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle in
front
of class, or students before which infraction occurred. Spanks
administered on
bare skin.
25 spank administered with rough, rubber-faced ping- pong paddle in
front of
class or other students before which infraction occurred. Spanks
administered
on bare skin.
25 swats administered with bamboo cane or leather covered riding crop,
in
special after-school punishment forum, on bare skin.
50 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle on
bare
skin in special after-school punishment forum.
50 spanks administered with rough, rubber-faced ping pong-paddle on
bare skin
in special after-school punishment forum.
25 swats administered with bamboo cane on bare skin in special
after-school
punishment forum.
25 swats administered with leather covered riding crop on bare skin in
special
after-school punishment forum.
"If you ask me, it's just bullshit," Johnnie Davis announced to the
gang of
kids surrounding him. Johnnie was their leader. The school tough guy.
A kind
of a hero.
"We'll see about that, Mr. big shot," his homeroom teacher, Mr. Stryker
yelled
gleefully, as he came up behind him. "Everyone here is a witness, and
accordingly, is entitled to witness John's punishment. John, you were
cursing.
That's punishment Number 2. Will you please read that to your friends,
so they
know exactly what kind of a show they're in for."
"You must be out of your mind, Stryker," Johnnie said sarcastically.
He turned
to go, but Mr. Stryker grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
"Ah HA!" his teacher yelled triumphantly. "Rudeness to teachers!
Punishment
Number 3! Want to stop here, John?"
"Bullshit!" Johnnie cried again, as he marched out the high school's
entrance.
"I'll see you in Never-Never Land, bozo!"
Mr. Stryker looked calmly at the students. "He won't be back until he
agrees to
take his punishment, which by now is adding up and compounding --
concepts
you've learned in mathematics. He may think he's a big man, but he'll
be back.
He wants to play in the big game on next month."
Stryker walked into his homeroom and waited for the bell. It rang and
two
minutes later, little Emily Farmer timidly came in.
"That's a big Number 1 for you, young lady," he told her. "Go to your
seat.
We'll break fifteen minutes early,class, I'd like all of you to stay
and
witness Emily's punishment. After all, she's wasted everyone's time by
arriving late this morning."
The period dragged on and on. Poor Emily was terrified. She hadn't
been
spanked since she was a child of seven or eight, and then it had been
over her
mother's knee, not by a man she hardly knew in front of 22 of her
closest
friends. She'd have to see these kids again everyday for the whole
year.
Fifteen minutes before the bell was about to ring, Mr. Stryker
announced.
"Now, class, it's time for something even more instructive than our
history
lesson." He opened his desk drawer and removed a smooth, black leather
ping-
pong paddle. He held it in one hand and slapped it smartly against the
palm of
the other so that it made a loud smacking sound.
"Emily Farmer will be the first, but I suspect, if your past behavior
is any
indication of your future actions, that most of you will get a taste of
this."
The class was dead quiet. Everyone was afraid, but no one more than
little
Emily, who's eyes were already beginning to fill with tears.
"Emily Farmer," Mr. Stryker said. "Come up to the front of the room."
She slowly walked up the aisle on shaky legs.
"What have you got to say to me and to the class?"
"I don't know, Sir."
"Apologize!" he commanded.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she stammered.
"Say, 'I'm sorry for coming in late.'"
"I'm sorry for coming in late."
"Say it to the class. Face the class, Emily."
Emily turned towards her classmates. Her face was bright red. "I'm
sorry for
coming in late, class," she said quietly.
"Say it louder, Emily. We want to be sure you are sorry, because in a
while
you're going to be very sorry."
"I'm sorry for coming in late, class," Emily said distinctly and took a
deep
breath.
"Now class, and Emily," Mr. Stryker said. "The Code requires all
students to
count out the number of spanks they deserve. Because you have come in
late,
Emily, you deserve 25. You will be spanked over your panties. Should
you come
in late again, at any time during the current semester, you will
receive 25
spanks on your bare skin. In this very classroom, in front of all your
classmates. However, for now, that will not be necessary."
Emily had turned white and was beginning to tremble.
"Turn around and face my desk, Emily."
She turned so that her back was to the class. Mr. Stryker approached
her
flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put
your hands
out straight. Grip the far edge."
Emily did as she was ordered. Mr. Stryker waited a moment as she
stretched her
upper body over his desk. She was wearing a white blouse under a green
corduroy jumper. He put one hand under the skirt and turned it up
until it
rested on the small of her back.
In doing so he revealed her pure white cotton panties with a pattern of
tiny
red and pink hearts. "How charming your taste in underwear is," he
said.
"Begin to count after each stroke, Emily."
With that, he drew back his arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle
whoshed
through the air and landed in the middle of Emily's upturned buttocks
with a
resounding smack. Her body shook with he impact. "One," she said
meekly.
"It will have to be louder if you want it to count, Emily," Mr. Stryker
said.
He struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put
some spin
on a ping-pong ball.
"Ow! Oh, Mr. Stryker!" Emily cried, restraining an impulse to leap up
from the
desk. "Two."
"We can dispense with the commentary," Mr. Stryker said as he let a
particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock.
"Three," Emily shouted as the pain rippled through her.
A few of the children in class were getting uncomfortable. They
realized that
things had changed at Ridgemont High and any one of them could be next.
Mr. Stryker brought back his arm and landed a fourth spank directly on
her left
buttock. This time Emily gasped. "Four!" she cried.
Now Mr. Stryker began to spank in rhythm. He alternated the
destination of the
next three blows, left, right, center, and the next, center, left,
right.
Emily was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to
control her
reaction to the pain.
However, Mr. Stryker waited for Emily to count the correct number after
each
blow. When they reached number 13, he put all his force into the
spank. It was
too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her
burning
bottom with both hands. "Please, Sir, please. I'll do anything.
Please stop.
Please." And she burst into hot, noisy tears.
"Compose yourself, Emily," Mr. Stryker said calmly. "We're only half
through."
Almost everyone in the class was moved to pity for poor Emily who'd
been so
brave until that moment.
"I can see I'm going to need assistance," Stryker announced. "The Code
says
that students must remain still or repeat the punishment,"
"Oh nooooo, Sir," Emily begged.
"...or," Stryker continued, "be restrained. In this case, since it is
only
Emily's first infraction, she will be restrained. Janet come up here
and
help."
Janet, a tall, strong girl, walked up to the front of the room. "You
are to
hold Emily's arms against the desk as I proceed with her punishment,"
Mr.
Stryker instructed. Janet nodded. Emily stood in front of the class,
rubbing
her behind and stared imploringly at her teacher.
"Bend over my desk, Emily," Mr. Stryker commanded again.
Emily hesitated.
"Now, Emily! Or, we will begin at number one."
Emily jumped forwards and assumed the correct position. Mr. Stryker
raised her
skirt. "Janet, secure her arms." Janet walked behind the desk and
pinned
Emily's wrists against the edge of the desk.
"What number are we up to, Emily?" Mr. Stryker asked.
"Fourteen, Sir," Emily answered meekly. "We're up to number 14."
Mr. Stryker drew back his arm and let the paddle land with a mighty
thwack.
Emily cried out in pain and indignation. "Fourteen!" she yelled.
Mr. Stryker applied spanks 15, 16, 17 and 18 in rapid succession. He
put his
full body weight into each spank and carefully aimed them to land on
the same
spot in the center of Emily's already scorched bottom. Emily squirmed
and
shrieked after each blow. As she counted out each stroke, she
desperately
tried to free herself from Janet's grip. Janet had to work pretty hard
to keep
her on the desk, but she managed it.
"Luckily, for you, Emily, you continued to count properly after I
picked up my
pace," Mr. Stryker said approvingly. "What number is next?"
"Nineteen, sir," Emily stammered weakly.
"Speak up, girl!" Mr. Stryker commanded and landed an extremely wicked
blow in
the center of her throbbing and tender behind.
Emily screamed and began to cry loudly. "Nineteen!" she counted in a
voice
wracked by choking sobs. Again, she began begging Mr. Stryker to
stop.
"Compose yourself, Emily," her teacher ordered. "I want you to
remember the
final five spanks in your punishment. I'm going to administer them
slowly and
firmly. You will request each one. I want your full cooperation.
Begin."
The room was silent except for Emily's sobs. Mr. Stryker placed the
paddle
against her burning bottom. "I'm waiting, Emily," he said.
"Please give me spank number 20," Emily whimpered.
Mr. Stryker let go with a particularly vicious smack. He put all his
weight
into it and it landed with a resounding whack. "Owwwwww!" Emily
wailed.
"Owwwwwww."
"The number, Emily," Stryker said harshly.
"20," Emily sobbed.
"Next."
For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of Emily's childish
blubbering as Mr. Stryker waited for her to continue.
"We are waiting, Emily. Shall we begin at the beginning?"
This horrible thought moved her.
"Please give me spank number 2l," the punished child said through her
tears.
This spank was harder than the last and Emily screamed like a cat in
the night,
but, she didn't forget to count "2l."
Hoping to get it over she yelled, "Please give me spank number 22!"
She held
her breath and tried to brace herself for the stroke.
Mr. Stryker took his time, however. When the blow finally landed, it
took her
by surprise. She cried out pathetically and lurched on the desk.
Janet lost
control of one of her wrists as the decibel of her wails rose. "Hold
her
still, Janet," Mr. Stryker warned.
"I'm sorry, Sir," Janet said. And although she felt intense sympathy
for the
tormented girl and didn't enjoy participating in her punishment, she
clutched
Emily's wrists all the more firmly so that her battered butt remained
the
perfect, helpless target for Mr. Stryker's relentless brand of
discipline.
All the while, Emily's sobs echoed through the room. She must have
been so
overwhelmed by her suffering, that she forgot Mr. Stryker's
instructions to
count.
Mr. Stryker grew impatient. "Number, Emily!" he said harshly.
"I don't know, Sir," Emily bawled. "I forgot, Sir. Oh pleeeeeease,
Sir!
Pleeeeeease don't hit me all those times again. Was it 21, Sir? 22,
Sir? 23? I
forgot," she wailed. "Pleeeeeease......," and her voice broke on her
tears and
stammers.
Mr. Stryker turned to face the class as Emily's tears soaked the papers
on his
desk. "According to the Code," he announced, "students are required
to count
each spank. Emily has failed. Therefore, it is up to the discretion
of the
teacher to decide which on the proper remedy."
He looked at the terrified class sternly. "We shall take a vote,
class," he
said. "Emily has offended us all. She has interfered with your
education
today by coming in late. She is receiving a well-deserved punishment
for
violating your Constitutional rights and, although she is only
receiving
Punishment Number 1, she is making quite a fuss. So, I leave it to
you, class.
I intend to apply the specified number of spanks to her tardy bottom.
And, she
shall count them all. However, should she be further punished for
losing
count? Can her punishment work, if she isn't concentrating properly?
"All in favor of Emily receiving additional spanks, raise your hands."
Three out of 22 right hands went up.
"An interesting number," Stryker said. "It looks like mercy, Emily.
Only
three of your classmates are so deeply offended that they feel you
should
receive further punishment. Interesting because we had just
administered to
number 22.
"That's right, Emily, only three spanks left. And, only three
classmates who
feel you deserve more. The solution is simple. Each of these students
will
give you an additional spank. That should satisfy everyone.
"You are to keep looking straight down at the floor behind my desk.
You shall
never know which of your classmates has spanked you. You shall simply
remember
that any one of them could have. By watching your spanking, all of us
have
approved your punishment."
As her teacher talked, Emily felt as if her bottom was on fire. She
didn't
know how she'd be able to take the final three spanks on her tender and
bruised
skin. She didn't care which of her classmates would spank her. She
just
wanted it to be over. Afterward, she'd probably be embarrassed, but
now all
she cared about was getting to the end of her horrible punishment.
The break enabled her to regain some of her control. She was unable to
stop
the flow of tears from her eyes or the searing pain in her bottom, but
with a
concentrated effort, she was able to stop gasping and making dreadful
little
moaning sounds. She tried to resign herself to the punishment that was
yet to
come.
Mr. Stryker gestured to one of the students who had voted for
additional
spanks. He was a sandy haired boy who had always liked Emily. But,
because
she had never taken him seriously, he had enjoyed her punishment more
than the
others in the room. He stepped forward and took the paddle from Mr.
Stryker.
Now, he thought, he'd finally be able to make an impression.
Mr. Stryker said to Emily, "I want you to understand, Emily that you
have
offended this entire class by your inconsiderate tardiness. Therefore,
before
each of your classmates personally punishes today, you are to say, 'I'm
sorry I
was late, class. Please punish me.' Is that clear, Emily."
"Yes, Sir," Emily answered.
"Do you know why, Emily?" Mr. Stryker asked.
"Because I have offended the entire class," Emily stammered. Despite
her pain
and fear of more torment to come, she was deeply embarrassed by having
to make
this admission. She had never felt so totally humiliated in her entire
life.
"That's right, Emily. Perhaps, with your classmate's chastisement, you
will
learn. Do you deserve your punishment, Emily?"
"Yes, Sir," Emily answered automatically. Punished teenagers have no
choice.
"I have offended the entire class. I should be punished, Sir."
She spoke as loudly as her tears would permit. And, though part of her
rebelled at her punishment, another part was beginning to wonder if it
might
not be well-deserved. She hadn't given a thought to interrupting the
class
when she strolled in late this morning. True, she was only two minutes
late,
but it could just as easily have been five or even ten minutes. If her
fellow
students were willing to punish her for this infraction, she must
deserve it.
She was confused by her embarrassment and her pain and she was also
very sorry
she ever came in late.
Mr. Stryker interrupted her speculations. "The first of your
classmates is
ready to help correct you for your misdeeds. Do as instructed, and
request
your punishment."
Emily shut her tear-filled eyes and repeated, "I'm sorry I was late,
class.
Please punish me." She spoke timidly and tried to prepare for the
spank. She
didn't know how hard her classmate would hit.
The blow came suddenly. It was not as hard as her teacher's, but it
brought
fresh tears to her eyes nonetheless. Any touch on her burning,
sensitive skin
would make her cry for quite a while.
Mr. Stryker took the paddle and the sandy haired boy sat down.
"Thank the class, Emily," Mr. Stryker said. "If you don't thank the
class for
your last spanks, we will start over again at one. And, please,
remember to
count."
Emily's crying was nonstop now. In spite of it, she said, "23" quite
loudly.
Then she said, "Thank you, class," and waited for the final two spanks.
"Next," Mr. Stryker called. He pointed to a smug looking girl in a
pink dress.
She had disliked Emily because of the sandy haired boy. She'd always
thought
he was awesome, but once he noticed Emily, he never paid any attention
to her.
Now she would pay Emily back.
She took the paddle from Mr. Stryker and waited for Emily to speak.
"'I'm
sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," Emily said automatically
through
her sobs. The girl grimaced and swung the hard, leather covered wooden
paddle
as hard as she could. The blow was so fierce it pushed Emily's head
forward
into Janet's belly.
"Awwwwwoooooooo!" Emily cried out. "Awwwwwwwoooooooo!" She began
bawling
uncontrollably. Satisfied, the girl in the pink dress smiled and
handed Mr.
Stryker the paddle.
It was a full two minutes before Emily remembered or was able to say
"Thank
you, class." And, when she pronounced these words, they were hardly
intelligible. Just three high-pitched squeaks muffled by violent
whimpering
and weeping.
"Now, Emily, you have one final spank left," Mr. Stryker said. "Just
one more
-- this time. Next time you are late, you will receive Punishment
Number 2.
That is 25 spanks on your bare bottom before the entire class.
And, because it will be your second offense, I shall not be so lenient
with you
if you forget to count.
"Do you realize you just forgot to count 24?"
"24, Sir!" Emily shrieked. "Oh, please, Sir, 24!"
"I'm afraid it's too late now Emily. After the rest of the class is
dismissed,
I'll tell you what additional punishment will be necessary to make up
for your
lack of concentration. Now, we will complete this part of your
punishment."
Emily was in an agony of panic. She wanted to run form the room, but
Janet
held her fast to the desk. She still had one spank left and then she'd
be
alone with Mr. Stryker. What would he do to her? She almost wished
he'd give
her another 25 spanks now, anything to avoid being at his mercy with no
one
there to help. She trembled and cowered, completely helpless and at
his
mercy, stretched out across his desk.
"What have you got to say, now, Emily?" Mr. Stryker asked.
She was confused. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me,"
she sobbed
quickly, hoping it was the right thing to say. "I'm sorry I was late,
class.
Please punish me," she said again. "'I'm sorry I was late, class.
Please
punish me."
"All right, Emily, we understand that you're sincerely sorry." Mr.
Stryker
called up the third student who had voted "yes." It was another girl.
A girl
who had always hated Emily for having prettier clothes and a richer
family.
Now, it was her turn for revenge.
She took the paddle from Mr. Stryker. She was a good ping-pong player
and used
to the feel of the paddle. Ping-pong usually depends on either
strength or
finesse. This girl knew how to combine both in one stroke. She knew
how to
hit the ball with a maximum amount of impact to create the maximum
amount of
spin. She judged that this technique, applied to an already sore and
swollen
bottom, would cause the maximum amount of pain. Although she wouldn't
win any
points with this next stroke, it was going to be her masterpiece.
She positioned herself as if she were about to play the Communist
Chinese.
Emily's backside was in exactly the right place for the best shot. She
concentrated and let the energy flow up through her body from her feet,
to her
arm into the paddle. She breathed deeply and struck. The class was
not
prepared for what happened.
Emily howled and shrieked in complete, total and overwhelming pain. It
was a
long drawn-out sound, a cross between a high-pitched screech and a
deep-throated groan. It lasted a full 20 seconds. Then her body began
to
flail frantically about on the desk. Janet held fast to her arms. They
rose
and fell in a vain attempt to let her hands get to her bruised and
battered
buttocks. Her feet kicked and danced helplessly on the floor in front
of Mr.
Stryker's desk.
Slowly, the howl dissolved into convulsive sobs. The top of Emily's
body went
limp. Janet remained holding her arms in place as Emily swung her ass
to and
fro in front of the class. Her sounds and agonized movements didn't
stop for
four minutes.
At that point, the sobs turned to little stifled chokes. "Emily, you
have not
thanked the class for your last spank," Mr. Stryker said. "We must
follow the
Code."
Somewhere inside her, Emily remembered she hadn't counted 25 either.
"25!" she
yelled and burst into a fresh stream of tears.
Mr. Stryker looked at his watch. "That's enough for today, class," he
announced. "Emily," he said sternly, "Janet will let go of your hands
now.
You are to stand up, face the class, say, "Thank you class. Thank you
for
spanking me." You are not to touch your bottom with your hands. You
are to
remain after the class is dismissed."
Janet let go of Emily's hands. Emily slowly lifted her limp body off
the desk.
She was still wracked by sobs. She put her hands at her sides and
slowly
turned around. Her face was streaked with tears. Her eyes were red
and
swollen. She looked at her classmates, three of whom had just
mercilessly
spanked her, one of whom had spanked her so hard it had almost killed
her, and
dissolved in tears. She looked at the class, and summoning all her
strength
said, "Th.....Th.....Tha.....Thank.....y....y...
y.....y....you...cl....cl...class. Thank you
f....fo....for....sp...........
....sp.....sp.....sp.....spanking...m....me."
She immediately burst into convulsive sobs as, one by one, the class
filed out.
Stryker remained behind. "Are you thankful, Emily?" he asked her.
"You know,
it was for your own good."
Emily was too overwhelmed to speak. "Perhaps you need to think about
it?" he
asked.
"Very well. You may miss your next class. You are to remain here.
Stand in
the corner by the blackboard while I prepare for my next class. You
are not to
touch your bottom. It is supposed to hurt. You will have the
opportunity in
the next 45 minutes to decide if you really are thankful for your
lesson today.
I wager it will be a lesson you won't soon forget. Go on."
Emily hobbled over to the corner and stood facing the wall. Although
she needed
to very badly, she did not try to soothe her tender buttocks with her
hands.
She could not stop her tears and kept wondering what the rest of her
punishment
would be. The waiting was agonizing. After 15 minutes, Mr. Stryker
spoke.
"We teachers have some discretion, as you know, on punishment
administration.
Your punishment is not over, Emily, because you failed to count two
spanks, the
24th and the 25th. If you don't count, how do we know that you're
concentrating on your punishment?. Day dreaming is a big problem among
teenagers. It is completely unacceptable during punishment, when we
need your
complete attention."
Emily's body stiffened as she stood facing the wall. "Turn around,
Emily," Mr.
Stryker commanded. The student obeyed. Her tear-streaked face
silently
implored him to show pity. "I want to see the look on your face when I
explain
the rest of your punishment," her teacher said. "I imagine you will
find it
hard to sit down for a while, Emily. A good week I would judge after
the force
of that last blow. What a wallop!
"Let's see if your bottom has reached 'Acceptable Punishment Status,'
young
lady,." Mr. Stryker said. " You know, if I find your butt is not
punished
enough, we'll have to take appropriate action. According to my
Punishment
Chart, acceptable colors after Punishment Number One are pink, red,
purple,
green, yellow and blue. Let's have a look."
Emily shivered and stared at her teacher in disbelief. "Get on your
hands and
knees, Emily and raise your bottom in the air."
Too terrified to disobey, Emily got down on her hands and knees and
presented
her punished butt for inspection. "Raise your skirts and lower your
panties,"
Mr. Stryker ordered. With trembling hands and renewed sobs, Emily
lifted her
skirt out of the way and lowered her panties to her knees. The cool
air felt
good on her burning hot bum.
Mr. Stryker remained studying the effects of the punishment for quite a
while.
Finally, he said, "Yes, you've been sufficiently spanked. Your bottom
is pink
and red with a touch of purple and blue. I suppose the green and
yellow will
come later, when your bruises start to fade. I'll want to get Mrs.
Connor in
to inspect this too, so you'll have to wait like that until the next
period."
Emily remained in this undignified position and continued to cry like a
baby.
She was unable to control herself at all and made no effort to stop.
Finally, Mr. Striker told her the rest of her punishment. "Despite the
condition of your tender behind, you must attend all your classes,
Emily.
Today, you must report to your next class immediately after inspection
by Mrs.
Connor. You will stand at the back of the room during today's classes,
so that
all your classmates will know you have been punished.
"Starting tomorrow, however, you may not stand. You must sit in all
classes no
matter how much your bottom hurts, and judging by the look of it, it
will hurt
a lot for quite some time. In addition, you may not wear any foam
rubber or
any other type of padding to protect you. Your teachers will make sure
you
don't by a series of periodic inspections. And, I warn you, young
lady, if you
are caught trying to protect that tender behind of yours, you will be
making
matters worse....much worse."
Emily remained on the floor, on her hands and knees, with her
well-punished
bottom raised in the air as Mr. Stryker lectured her. "I don't want
you to
think of this as an additional punishment, Emily," Mr. Stryker said.
"You are
to think of it as an extension of this one. I am concerned that you
were not
paying attention throughout your punishment this morning. I want to
give you
further opportunities to think about your lesson, Emily, to make sure
it's been
well learned.
"Now," he said, "you are to remain in that position until Mrs. Connor
comes
round for your inspection."