The mothers reminisce

"Dean Hawkfeather will be happy to answer any questions," Diana says. "Sorry about this but I simply must take care of this. Please text me before you leave so I can say goodbye properly." She nods at you and smiles at the mothers before shutting the door behind her.

"Welcome to Pink Rose ladies, I'll be happy to answer any questions you might have. Won't you sit down?"

"Actually, just being in this office is bringing back old memories," Marcia Wolcott says, strolling around the office and looking things over. "Doesn't it Helen? We used to be so scared of coming here Dean Hawkfeather!" she adds with a soft laugh.

"I was terrified," Helen Carrollton smiles. "Miss Marshall was such a fierce old ogre! It's not that we were bad girls Dean Hawkfeather. Just typical young girls. We snuck out after curfew and met boys. There were some parties down by the lake, and some hijinks. Nothing too bad."

"But Miss Marshall paddled our bottoms just the same," Marcia chuckles. "The first time I squealed so hard. I thought I'd never be able to sit down again."

"Marcia and I were regular customers," Helen laughs. "We weren't very good at sneaking out you see. We got caught so many times. I think Miss Marshall had a trip wire on our door and knew when we opened it."

"Have you paddled any students yet Dean Hawkfeather?" Marcia asks, cocking her head curiously at you.

"Yes," you pause before answering. "Headmistress Naylor was present each time. Everything was done according to the code of conduct."

"So bent over the desk, skirt up, panties down?" Helen grins, stroking a hand over the desk thoughtfully. "How did the girls react?"

"They weren't happy," you say. "I suspect they got the message."

"I'm not going to ask their names, and I understand if any of them were Julia or Millie we'd have been informed, but may I ask what their crimes were?" Marcia asks. She's stopped her wandering around the room and is standing by the paddle, running one finger along it's length as she waits for you to answer.

"In one case being drunk and disruptive. In another having contraband in their possession."

"Oh My God, Marcia! Do you remember when Miss Marshall caught us with that vodka? Our asses were bright red Dean Hawkfeather! It almost made me swear off drinking forever! She had us bend over, side by side on this desk and pull our panties down. Oh My God she gave it to us! We were both crying!"

"I can only imagine what it must be like with a big handsome marine wielding the paddle," Marcia grins. "I bet the girls are crying at one end and gushing at the other."

"Marcia! What will the Dean think of us if you talk like that?"

"Oh Helen, stop it! You know some of them will get excited. We did, and it was only Miss Marshall smacking us. She liked to make us cry and then 'comfort' us, the creepy old dyke. Not the kind of comfort I wanted, but it was better than more paddling."

Helen Carrollton blushes deeply as Marcia talks, her eyes drifting away from yours as if not looking at you will minimise the embarrassment she feels.

"In any case," she says, trying to change the subject. "We're in full support of you bringing back the Code of Conduct in all it's ramifications. Even if that means our daughters get paddled. If they do, I'm sure they'll have deserved it. We think discipline is important, don't we Marcia?"

"Very," says Marcia, picking up the paddle and holding it, an almost reverential look on her face. "This really does bring back memories. My ass is tingling just looking at it." She takes a playful step and lightly taps Helen on the butt with it, making the other mother giggle and wriggle her rump out of range. "You're such a bad girl Helen, you know you deserve a paddling. You probably haven't had one in years. Unless Tony takes care of you."

"Marcia!" Helen Carrollton squeaks in mock outrage. "Dean Hawkfeather will think we're terrible."

"And he'd be right. We're both bad girls and we both need paddling. I know I could use one." She gives you an impish grin, and hefts the paddle. "As long as we are taking a trip down memory lane, we might as well go all the way. Dean Hawkfeather, if you can do the honours, there are a couple of naughty girls here who need to be disciplined. Please take care of it." With that she gives you the paddle and puts her hands on the top of your desk before reaching back and pulling up her skirt, all the while looking at you with sultry eyes.