She begs

Bethany finally gets her stuff together and still sobbing, walks slowly to the front of the room and stands in front of you, her head down, her face shielded by her blonde hair. You lean against the desk, watching her and waiting.

"I'm so sorry Dean Hawkfeather," she says quietly, her voice slightly slurred. "I don't know what to say, I'm just sorry."

"Where did you get the liquor Miss Adamson? You're certainly underage."

"I'd rather not say...I don't want to get anyone else in trouble. Can't we just say I got it?" she replies, her pretty cheeks wet with tears.

"For now. But ultimately you'll have to say Miss Adamson."

"You're going to paddle me aren't you? And not just like my boyfriend did once. That was playing and it was...exciting..." she bites her lip and shakes her head. "You'll paddle me hard. I saw how serious you are in the meeting yesterday. You kinda scared me, and when I remembered I was in your course I...kinda...kinda did something stupid."

"You mean you got drunk."

"Yes sir," she gulps, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I was a stupid girl. I promise I'll never do it again sir. Please. Give me another chance sir. I'll do anything if you give me another chance." She puts one hand on your chest and looks up at you, her eyes wide and teary and appealing for mercy with a promise of reward if you agree.