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Chapter 22 by milk_sleeper milk_sleeper

What does Jared have in mind?

Something quick and effective

"You know, Rebecca," Jared started, "it's been a long day."

Rebecca perked up.

Jared continued, "Why don't we forget about the demerits for today?"

"Really?" She asked, not fully trusting of Jared given their brief history.

"Really."

"Soo... what does that mean though?"

"It means we'll wrap this up quick so we can both head home."

"Really?!" She asked again, this time with a tinge of excitement on top of the disbelief.

"Yes. We'll just transfer your demerits to tomorrow. What was it? 4? Let's just ratchet that up to 8 given your attitude tonight," Jared said with a devious smile.

"Uhh..." Rebecca struggled to react.

"So you'll start the day tomorrow with 8 demerits. Tonight, we'll just pretend this was the immediate punishment I was going to give you during the day," He explained, much to Rebecca's dismay.

"Wait... what?"

"Is that not a good arrangement?" Jared asked

"No! It's bullshit!" She responded.

"Tsk tsk, Rebecca," Jared wagged his finger, "we may have to consider washing that mouth out eventually."

Rebecca was shocked. It looked as though she was trying to teleport anywhere but there.

"Now, we can either go with my plan, or we can pull those 8 demerits back to today," Jared said.

"No no! Okay! Let's just go with your plan or... whatever," Rebecca responded.

Jared smiled, "Good! Now take off your jacket and meet me up here by the whiteboard."

Rebecca huffed before standing up dramatically, pushing the chair back and hitting the wall. She jumped at the bang it made, not realizing how reckless she was being. She slowly turned to look at Jared.

Jesus Christ, he thought, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

She gently pushed her chair back in and put her jacket on the back of it. Slowly, she made her way toward Jared.

As he waited, he had grabbed a black marker and the yard stick.

Rebecca arrived next to Jared. He was surprised not to see her stop a few feet away. Instead, she was in arm's reach, looking off to the side.

I wonder why, he pondered.

"Well Rebecca, this will be relatively simple. I want you to take this marker and write some lines on the board. I think a hundred lines should do," smiled Jared.

"What?! You said this would be quick!" Rebecca complained, turning to make eye contact with her boss.

"It is quick, or at least, it can be. It really depends on how fast you can write," he explained.

Rebecca crossed her arms in a huff, so Jared continued his instructions.

"We'll do 5 columns of 20 lines. Each column will be something different for you to write. After each column, I'll examine how you did and tell you what to write for your next column. Are you tracking so far?"

She nodded.

Ya know, she's actually quite quick, Jared thought, also remembering how well she executes tasks when she wants to.

"Good. When I examine your lines I'll be looking for consistency, spelling, and penmanship. If I find any errors, you will be getting spanked with the yardstick."

Rebecca rolled her eyes and looked the other way.

Hmm, no outburst this time?

"Each mistake will amount to 5 swats with the yardstick. I'll hold off on administering those swats until you finish the column and I've tallied all errors. Also, no punishment would really be effective without proper humiliation," Jared said, smiling wickedly.

"Ugghh! What is it now?" Rebecca whined.

Jared's demeanor shifted, causing Rebecca to shrink a little.

"Don't make me bring those demerits back, Rebecca," he warned.

"Sorry," she responded.

"Sorry?"

"Sorry, sir."

"That's better. Now," he continued, "if there are no mistakes in a column, you will not receive additional punishment. However, if you do make mistakes in column, then after I deliver your spanking, you will be removing an article of clothing that I choose."

Rebecca looked at him in disgust, but refrained from complaining. Perhaps due to fact that she had already exposed herself to him.

Jared wrapped up the explanation, "When you are done with all of your lines and there is no more punishment to be had, you can go."

"Great," Rebecca said sarcastically.

Does Rebecca do her lines well?

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