The Dean enumerates the charges

Valerie Cummins is leaning against the wall beside Dean Hawkfeather's office door. She seems to have recovered some of her composure and is busy with her phone, one foot cocked against the wall, her skirt riding up to show off an expanse of well formed thigh.

You follow the Dean as he approaches the girl, who looks up smugly.

"I've texted my Daddy," she says the Dean. "I've told him what you did to those girls this morning. If you try and paddle me, you'll be sorry."

He opens the door of his office and with a quick movement, seizes the girl's arm and pushes her inside. She gives a little squeak of protest, and stands looking furious at him.

"Don't you dare!" she fumes. "Don't you even think about touching me! My Daddy will get you all fired. All four of you! Don't you dare!"

Ignoring her, picks up the Code of Conduct, leafing through it. Honey Thibodeaux takes a seat on the couch, a look of sly amusement on her face. You and Ms. Naylor remain standing, the headmistress with a stern expression on her pretty face.

Valerie starts to tap another message into her phone as you look for the applicable sections in the Code of Conduct. With a little hiss of displeasure, Miss Naylor pulls the phone from the girl's hand and tosses it onto the couch.

"That's my phone! You can't do that! Who do you think you are?" the bratty brunette squeals, taking a step towards the couch.

"Miss Cummins, you will stand where you are!" the Dean barks. The girl stops and stares at him, her eyes wide and alarmed You found yourself stiffening in surprise at the Dean's commanding tone, and you're not surprised at the effect his voice had on Valerie. Holding the Code of Conduct open the Dean approaches her.

"Miss Cummins, the charges against you are bullying, harassment, and insolence and insubordination to a member of the faculty. This was all witnessed, and there is no doubt that you are guilty of these violations of the Code of Conduct. All together these violations call for a total of thirty strokes of the paddle. However, provision is made to reduce that number at the discretion of the Dean. Do you have anything to say?"

"I was trying to help those girls! They weren't at the meeting and they didn't know! I was doing them a favour, but they're too stupid to understand!"

"That's why you told them to go home and fuck camels?" you ask quietly, interjecting yourself into the scene. "Because you were helping them to understand? Is that the reason you called them 'clitless bitches' and told them to go ride a carpet?"

"I didn't say that!" Valerie shrieks, glaring at you, her defiance undermined by the tremor in her voice. "You're lying! You're a drunk who'll say anything! You shouldn't even be here you pervert! My Daddy is going to fix you! Fix all of you! Don't you dare do anything to me!"

"That's enough Miss Cummins. In fact, it's more than enough. Bend over the desk and raise your skirt and lower your panties." Dean Hawkfeather says, picking up the wooden paddle and staring at the brunette teen. She stares back, her chin wobbling, her defiance starting to melt.

"You can't...you just can't....my Daddy..."

"We will deal with your father at the appropriate time," he says coldly. "Now bend over the desk, raise your skirt, and lower your panties. I will not tell you again."

"But...."

"Miss Cummins, either you comply with my orders or one of these witnesses will hold you down while you receive discipline. You have five seconds to do as I have instructed."