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Alternate Discipline Plan in Europe
Copyright (C) 2009 by VeerleNIP

This is a work of fiction.
All characters are of no age because they are not real people.
This story is intended to be read and enjoyed by consenting adults only.
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Please do not treat this as a guide for real life, it is only a work of fiction.
Do not read this story if descriptions of nudity, sex and sexual
situations offend you.

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Chapter 8


Sandra's alarm clock went off at 7am, the next school day was upon
her. She felt very well rested and was looking forward to going to
school. She couldn't explain it, but she just had a good feeling about
today, she was sure that it would be a good day today.

After she had done her daily routine in the bathroom. She looked in
her closet and decided on her skirt and t-shirt for today, it was
still way too hot outside for her blouse, she thought. If only she
didn't need to wear those socks and loafers on her feet to school,
then this outfit wouldn't be too bad.

When she came downstairs and walked into the kitchen. She saw that her
mother had already set the breakfast table. Her dad was sitting at the
table, and he was eating his scrambled eggs.

"Hi mum, hi dad." She said in a very happy tone.

"Good morning." They both said to her.

Sandra went sitting at the table and her mother gave her also some
scrambled eggs.

While she was eating her breakfast, her father stood up and went to
get dressed for work. When he came back into the kitchen, he had an
envelope for Sandra with him.

"Don't forget this." He said. "It's that paper for school about ADP."

She took the envelope from her dad and put it away in her schoolbag.
It wouldn't be too smart of her to forget this letter.

After she was done eating, she got up, kissed her mother on the cheek
and said, "See you after school!"

"I'll wait for you at the gate." Her mother answered.

"OK, mum!" Sandra said, and then walked out the door and to the front
of the house. She had to wait for a moment, but when the bus came, she
quickly got on and went to the back of the bus where Dina was already
waiting for her.

"Do you have your ADP paper with you?" Dina asked.

"Yes, my dad gave it to me this morning."

"And, what have they decided?"

"I don't know." Sandra said. "I haven't looked at it yet."

She took the envelope out of her schoolbag, ripped it open and then
looked at the paper.

"Crap." She said in a low voice. "They have decided to extend the
school punishments at home."

"Yeah, mine did the same." Dina said a little disappointed with her parents.

"I can't believe this." Sandra said. "I was so sure they didn't want
me running around naked at home. They have never seen me naked, and I
also haven't seen them naked. I always thought they would feel too
uncomfortable about it."

"I think, that our parents think, that we won't get into trouble when
they extend those ADP punishments into their home. They think we would
be too ashamed about it that we will always be little angels from this
day forwards."

Sandra wasn't happy about this, not happy at all. After she had been
so sweet with her parents. She surely thought her parents would go
easy on her. However, on the other hand, maybe they did this because
she had been so extra sweet with them. Just like Dina had said, they
just wanted to make sure that she wouldn't change back into that
little brat that she had been in the past few years. Well, it would
only make her more resolved in not getting into trouble. She sure
didn't want her parents to see her naked. If she knows her dad, he
would surely spank her for all those piercings she had and surely
would scream his head off about her tattoo. No, she was determined to
never get into ADP, because life as she knew it would be really over
if her dad found out about all those little things on her body.

Not that her dad had spanked her often in the past. He only had done
it maybe 3 or 4 times in her whole life, but it had always been when
she had done something very sneaky. So this would surely be in that
category. And because she would be already stripped down, the only
punishment left would be a spanking, she thought. On the other hand,
maybe he would think that she is already too old for it. The last time
he did this, she had only been 13 years old.

Then the bus stopped in front of the school. It's only then that she
noticed how long she had been thinking about this. And when she looked
at Dina, she could see that Dina also was a little worried about it
all. Sandra was sure that Dina must have been thinking about the same
thing, well maybe not about piercings and tattoos, but surely she also
didn't want to end up naked at home.

"Are you OK?" Dina asked when she saw Sandra looking at her.

"Hmm, yes. I was only thinking about what my parents would do when I
had to come home naked." Sandra said.

"Me too!" Dina said.

Sandra hadn't told any of her friends about those special things on
her body, but she also knew that being stripped down is already scary
enough for most of her friends. However, Sandra also knew that even
when the others would be teased, she would also be teased with her
piercings and maybe even with her tattoo.

Then they got out of the bus and went inside the school. They both
walked to the back of the building and walked out into the courtyard
where they joined their other friends.

"And what have your parents decided?" Frederik asked.

They both answered him at the same time by saying, "First..."

"Just like mine." Frederik said.

And it soon became clear that 9 out of 10 students had a paper with
them with the first option marked by their parents. It seemed like
they all were thinking the same thing, it's working so why not invite
it into their home.

Sandra was looking around her and saw that all students were nicely
dressed today. It seemed that nobody had been punished over the
weekend, or at least not in that degree that they had to come naked to
school.

Sabina was the last member of Sandra's group that arrived at school.
Melinda looked at Sabina like if she was an intruder to their class.
And that the girl went straight to Sandra, and that she was greeted so
friendly by Sandra, was also something that didn't make her feel any
better about this girl.

And then the bell rang, they all went to their designated place and
waited for their teacher to come and get them. They had Dutch language
the first two hours of the Monday. It was given by a woman that was
already a little older. Well, she had to be in her late fifties, so
for these students, she looked ancient already.

The students saw her standing at the door, and she was waving that
they could come inside. So they all walked up to her and followed her
to the classroom. They went sitting at their designated desks and
Sabina had to sit at the last desk of the left row in the classroom.
It was the only seat left. All classes had 4 rows with 4 desks.

When the teacher walked in she said, "Goedemorgen leerlingen."

"Goedemorgen juffrouw." Said all the students back.

This teacher only talked in Dutch during class. She was old school and
she thought by speaking only in Dutch, the students had to learn the
language faster so they could understand her. Strangely enough, she
was right, because most of her students spoke the language very
fluently after she was done with them.

Sandra hadn't too much trouble with the language. Because her mother
was from The Netherlands, and she had learned it already when she had
been very young. Writing was something else, but speaking it was very
easy for her.

The teacher also didn't waste time, so she immediately started with
her curriculum. Only Melinda and one another student in the class had
already bought the book that they needed for Dutch class. All the
others had decided to go buy it on the Wednesday afternoon. Most of
them just had wanted to enjoy their last weekend without homework to
the fullest it seemed.

Sandra thought it was stupid that she had to buy new books for all her
courses this year, she had seen on the list that the books of last
year couldn't be used anymore because due to a new curriculum, all
classes needed special approved books this year.

At the end of class, the teacher even let them do a practice
dictation. She wanted to see what her students already knew. She
thought that it was always good to know this early on, this way she
could spend some extra time on the students that were behind already.

When the morning break came, they all went to the courtyard. Melinda's
and Sandra's group kept their distance. They were almost at opposite
sides of the courtyard.

"Wow, your Dutch is very good." Frederik said to Sandra.

"Well, that's not so strange." Sandra said with a smile. "Half of my
family is Dutch. So I picked it up at a very young age."

"So, if we have trouble with it, we can always come knocking at your
door?" Sabina asked Sandra.

"Sure, you can always come to my home if you need help with anything."
Sandra said. "And I'm sure my mum will even help you if it's even too
hard for me to explain. She always wanted to be a teacher when she was
young."

While they were talking, Sandra's attention suddenly went to a boy
walking in the middle of the courtyard. He was in his undies and
walking around barefoot. Sandra thought that this was very strange.
Didn't the school have a zero tolerance rule?

Of course they all wanted to know what he had done, so they all asked
around until they spoke with somebody that was sitting in his class.

It seemed he had been dosing off in the classroom and the teacher had
decided that he could follow the class in his undies. It would be a
more appropriate attire to sleep in, he had said.

They couldn't help it, but by hearing this, they had to laugh with it
a little. Even when this was a punishment, the teacher also had some
sense for humor it seemed.

The teacher who had done this was the teacher who taught German
language. That was their next class. He was new to the school, and he
was still very young it seemed. The person they had talked to, said
that he must be around the age of 25. He sure wouldn't be much older
than that.

So when the next class started, the girls were eager to meet this new
teacher. And when they saw a tall blond guy coming up to them. The
girls just melted away when they looked into those blue eyes of his.
The boys weren't too impressed with him. They even thought that he
looked a little gay.

His classroom was on the first floor and next to the staircase. When
they were all seated, he introduced himself to his students.

"Guten Tag, studenten und studentinnen! I'm Mr. Edmund Baumann. You
can address me with Sir or Mr. Baumann."

"Hello, Edmund." Whispered Melinda very quietly and in a sexy tone to herself.

"Miss Dubious." Mr. Baumann said.

"Eh! Yes Sir?" Melinda said a little awkward.

"It's Mr. Baumann and not Edmund. And when you want to say something
in the future, put your hand up first."

"Yes Mr. Baumann." Melinda said and thought. "Fuck, he can hear
well... with those very sexy ears of him."

This teacher was maybe still very young, but he sure showed the
students that he would be very strict with them.

Almost none of his students spoke German so the teacher decided to
speak in English with them. However, he expected that by the end of
the year, they all could have a conversation in German with him,
because the last exam would be done orally.

After about a half hour class, they were disturbed by somebody
knocking on the door.

"Yes." Mr. Baumann said.

A boy, around the age of 17, entered the classroom and walked up to the teacher.

"Sir, they told me to bring this note to you." The boy said and gave
the teacher a piece of paper.

The teacher looked at the note and said, "Sandra, you have to go to
the Assistant Principal."

Sandra felt an adrenaline rush going through her body when she heard
this. Why was she called to the office of the Assistant Principal? Had
she done something wrong? She knew that It was never good if they send
for you during class hours, but she couldn't think about anything that
she had done wrong in school already.

She stood up and the teacher gave her the note. It was a standard
hallway slip that you get when you needed to leave the classroom
during class. But because she had to go to the administration office
anyway, she also took the paper with her that her parents had signed.
This would save her a trip to the office later in the day.

So then she walked out of the classroom, with that boy that had
brought the note in front of her. When they were both in the hallway,
she asked, "Do you know why I have to go to the Assistant Principals
office?"

"I have no clue." The boy said. "I just walked past the
administration's office, when I came out of the restroom, and they
pushed me that note in my hands and said that I needed to deliver it
at this classroom. Sorry."

Then the boy walked up the stair to his classroom and Sandra walked
down to the office. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach
going wild. She had no idea what this was all about, but she didn't
feel good. Being called to the office of the Principal, or the
Assistant Principal in this case, is never a good thing. And surely
not when it is during normal class hours.

When she reached the office, she walked in and went to the counter
where the people of the administration were sitting.

"Yes, young lady?" Said the man standing there.

She gave him the note and said, "I was asked to report to the
Assistant Principal."

He looked at her and shook his head. "You can sit there, somebody will
come for you."

"OK." She said a little intimidated. "O yes, I have also this paper
about ADP, my parents have signed it."

She gave it to the man, he looked at it and said, "Thank you. Well, we
will process it right away. I can see that your parents are very
responsible people."

He just kept on looking at her with a face that said she was in
trouble. She decided to sit on the chair that he had pointed at, and
while she was sitting there, she was shuffling with her feet over the
floor from the nerves she was feeling. She saw that this man kept on
looking at her with a strange look in his eyes.

"What a creep." She thought. "And that last remark about my parents!
Because they want to extend the punishments to our home, they are
suddenly 'very responsible people'!" She sure was glad he wasn't her
dad, because she couldn't say it for sure, but she thought she would
be running around naked all the time with him. Well, maybe not if he
was really her dad, but in this case, it looked like his eyes were
undressing her already.

She couldn't stand the look in his eyes any longer, so she looked
down, and she kept on moving her feet under her chair from the nerves.

She was wondering what was going on. She sure didn't feel all too well
at this point. And how longer she had to wait, how more she started to
feel the nerves raging in her body. She even could feel how her heart
was beating in her throat.

The man and the two women at the administration were talking with each
other in a very low voice. She also saw that they were looking in her
direction sometimes. However, the looks they gave her didn't promise
anything good, that was something she was sure of. And all off this
made her feel sick in the stomach.

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