Chapter 8
Stephanie runs into the restroom and ducks into a stall to cry alone... She knows she has to hurry and get back before she gets dismissed from the school... she sits “gingerly” on the toilet, her red bottom very tender. She looks down at her swollen lips and sees why Dr Parten said something. She really is dripping down there.. a thin line of grool making its way down towards the toilet bowl. She blushes at her own arousal.
She decides to try and pee since she is already here and as she wipes she sees the extent of her “juices”. She pats herself down as well as she can and then pulls her panties back up. They sting as they cross her butt. She exits the stall, washes her hands and heads for the door. Returning to Study Hall she ignores the giggles and laughs of the students afraid of more punishments.
The bell rings and she heads to the “Auxiliaries” building to handle Detention.
This building is set back further on campus and houses mostly storage and miscellaneous items including detention. I guess no one wants prospective parents seeing that these rich girls can be bad just like every other kid.
She enters the classroom and sees *him* talking with the problem children. They all look at her when she sits (slowly) at her desk and laughs at some joke she isn’t in on.
“Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave;
And girls, take your seats.”
I approach her seated at the desk desperately trying to look like she is an authority figure. Her face and eyes are puffy from crying, her brown hair is a little messy from two PE classes and at least one trip over a woman’s knee. Her sweater hiding her nipples but not hiding the delicious melons just beneath the surface of her white blouse with strains buttons. Her short skirt can’t hide that her well spanked ass is covered by pink training panties with cute little bunnies on them.
“Why should I leave?” I ask sitting on the corner of the desk.
“Because.. because you are a monster! I don’t know what you are doing but you are a horrible person!”
“I am? Well... if I’ve been bad I should be punished yes?”
“Yes! One day you will get yours!”
“Well this is detention. So maybe I should be here.”
“No. You are really bad and you should have to go to jail or something.”
“Hmm..” I pretend to ignore her. “Speaking of being bad.. I heard that a new T/A got spanked twice in one day. That she was put in training panties, and that she keeps causing scenes in her classes. Ever heard of her?”
Stephanie blushes but stands her ground.. “I said get out!”
“And I asked you if you knew who the bad little T/A with a spanked ass and a pull-up on was... So you first.”
“It isn’t a pull-up. It’s a uh, they are like panties but just thicker that’s all.”
“Show me.”
She slides up her skirt exposing the front of her panties and then quickly pulls her skirt down as far as she can.
“No little girl. Stand up, walk over to the front of your desk, bend over your desk and slide that skirt up.”
Stephanie stands, walks over to the desk and bends over.. she doesn’t need to lift her skirt since it is so short but she does anyway.
“My my.. what cute training panties. I love the bunnies! Aw, did you notice your little bunnies are wearing panties? I guess that’s to give you something to aim for. (Laughter from the room) A bunny and a teacher’s aide must have goals after all. Now, why is your little tushy so red?”
“I got a spanking in study hall.”
“Wait? Aren’t you the teacher for study hall? How did you end up being the one getting spanked?”
“A girl was being mean.. and I called her a name. Dr. Parten came in and heard me so she spanked me.”
“Temper temper dear.”
“May I sit down please?”
“Of course.” Stephanie takes her seat...
“Now where were we... Francine?”
“Yes sir?”
“Come down front please.”
Francine makes her way to the teacher’s desk.
“That’s a girl. Now, didn’t you say that Miss Stephanie was really rude to you?”
“Sure was.”
“Stephanie.. is this true?”
Stephanie shakes her head yes.
“Tsk tsk... well what can we do to fix this? We can’t have Francine here complaining about the staff to her parents since they are on the board.... Tell ya what. Francine, if you could change something about our T/A here, anything you want, would that make you happy?”
“How?”
“Don’t worry about that part. Call it magic if you’d like. What would you do to her to make her different?”
Francine looks at her teacher for a long minute and then grins... “Make her a red head.”
“Not bad.. you got it.” I push..
Stephanie doesn’t feel anything but she certainly sees that her hair has turned a beautiful auburn color..
“That work?”
“Yes sir!”
“Ok, maybe we will give you a little more magic to use later.”
“Yes sir, thank you!”
“Don’t mention it. Anyway, I’m off. Got a female police officer sitting in her patrol car trying to remember where she lost her keys.. they’re in her ass where she keeps forgetting she keeps them. Silly girl.”
Just as I reach the door I turn to the redhead at the front desk.. “And Stephanie; Francine is super intimidating isn’t she? Bet it’s hard to stand up to someone her size and with her confidence. Anyway... see ya!”
With that I leave the room after giving a quick push...
Francine feels a little odd for just a moment as the push adds two inches to her height and for some reason she feels *very* confident all of a sudden. “Whoa, that was weird.” She says looking at her friends sitting behind her.
Stephanie, for her part is looking at the group of girls and decides it is time to get them all seated and quiet; this is Detention after all and not a “free time” to socialize.
“Girls, you need to sit down and take out your work. No more talking understood?” She sounds firm but she avoids eye contact with Francine suddenly feeling nervous just by her presence in the room.
All the girls take their seats and pull out their extra assignments except Francine who is sitting on her desk backwards talking to Tessa.
After 5 minutes Stephanie has built up the courage to say something. “Francine, you heard what I said, now take your seat and stop that talking before you find yourself with further disciplinary action.” Well that’s what she wanted to say to her. Instead it came out as: “Uh Fr Francine? Um y you know we’re in here to d do work so um can you please stop talking to Te Tessa and sit in your desk please?” Her cheeks flush from her nervousness...
“When I’m done telling Tessa something I will.” Is her reply.
“R right. O ok thank you.” The meek teacher says feeling an urgent need to pee she’s so nervous.
So much for putting Francine in her place.. 15
Minutes later Francine announces to Stephanie as she returns from the restroom that she’s “done talking” and Stephanie actually thanks her...
Francine is still sitting on her desk when Coach Collins walks in the room to pick up the soccer jerseys kept in storage in the back storeroom. She sees Francine sitting on the desk and gives her a stern look. “Francine! Why on earth are you sitting ON your desk?”
“Sorry coach.” Francine says turning around and sitting in her chair.
“Miss Rogers, please do a better job of controlling these girls, they aren’t in here for sing too loud at church. They need discipline, that where you come in.”
“Yes coach, I told them all to sit.”
“Francine? Did your teacher tell you to sit down already?”
“Yeah coach... she did.”
“Then why didn’t you?... Never mind. You have two more days of detention for not minding Miss Stephanie here.”
Francine gives Stephanie a glare and then looks at her coach “Yes coach. I’m sorry.”
“Very well. Miss Stephanie, a little more firmness is needed if you are to succeed as a teacher.”
“Yes coach, I will work on that.”
Coach Collins steps away just as the bell rings...
All of the students grab their things and head for the door. Francine calls out to her fellow problem children to “hold up for a second.” They all come back in the room and wait for her.
“Two more days of detention?” She says walking up to the T/A...
“I, I didn’t do that... Coach Collins said it.” The meek teacher stutters out while avoiding eye contact.
“You know that means I can’t leave campus this weekend right? This is bullshit.”
“But if you had just sat in y your chair she w wouldn’t.”
“Shut up!” Francine shouts causing Stephanie to gasp...
“Don’t, don’t you talk to me that way young lady.” Stephanie says sounding more like a request than a command.
“Hey! You look at me when I’m talking to you! You think I’m afraid of you? What are YOU gonna do to ME? Huh?”
Stephanie just sits there looking at her looking like she’s going to start crying.
“In fact.. Stand up.”
Stephanie stands up realizing that she is now an inch shorter than the angry 8th grader standing at her desk.
“Get over here.”
Stephanie walks slowly around the desk and stands facing Francine.
“Look at you. You aren’t intimidating.” She starts circling her T/A “Middle Schooler’s uniform, bunnies on your TRAINING PANTIES, these big knockers looking stupid in your little girl training bra... is your ass still red from your last spanking?” She lifts her skirt and takes a look. “Nope, you made it an hour without getting spanked again. Great work!”
“Please stop.” Stephanie almost whispers
“What did you say little girl?”
“P please stop bein mean to me.”
“You haven’t see shit yet. We’re gonna have a good time soon.”
Francine turns towards her friends “Let’s go.”
Dinner in the Dining Hall goes smoothly for Stephanie, she quietly sits eating her food at a middle school table looking up at the staff tables and all of the “real” adults. Rachel looks down at her and gives her a wink and a smirk.
Putting her tray away she stands against a wall watching the students eat. Eventually everyone has cleared the dinning area and she can head to her dorm. She is exhausted from such a hard first day at the Academy as something other than the Dean... That seems like a century ago but it was only yesterday.
She just wants to go shower and then go to bed but she remembers that she has to go to the dorm room she shares with Francine and the Problem Children. She feels a lump in her throat and tells herself she WON’T start crying and slowly walks to her dorm.
Just as she enters the building she is met by a large group of the kids, Francine and the problem children front and center... the lump is back in her throat..
“Well hello Miss... I told you we’d have some fun soon.” Francine says with a grin as Tessa closes the putter door behind Stephanie.
Until Next Time...