He leaves without a word

For a second you thought he'd open his mouth again, and then you were going to have a problem, but he was wrong and he knew it. With a hint of a nod, Mr. Carter walks from your office leaving you to collapse against the desk in exhaustion.

You are acutely aware of how hard your erection still is even after you sent Sally and her sister away, and you realize more than ever that you have got to get a real copy of the Code of Conduct as soon as possible.

You look through the stapled booklet in your hand. Much of it was pretty straight forward - dress code, curfews, visitors to the dormitories, parking permits, and all the other things that come up in the course of running a school - but the use of the paddle that you found here in your new office as the primary means of discipline was a problem. You look over the different levels of offenses carefully categorized by the seriousness of the act and the number of strokes applied to the students' bare backsides. The Code is not vicious, in fact the consequences even seems fair for the misdemeanors involved, the only problem you see is the level of arousal that you felt applying the paddle to Miss Mathewson's pretty raised cheeks.

However, even for a book published - you pause to check the year on the cover - in 1995, this seems to be a very outdated approach to discipline. Perhaps not as outlandish to you as some other policies you've researched in the past week because of the number of times you'd been walloped during your early years. But you were a rough-and-tumble boy in the high country of West Virginia, these were elite debutants with polished fingernails and perfectly coifed hair. You'd better get your hands on a updated handbook before you made a complete fool of yourself.

The obvious person to turn to is Ms. Naylor, but as much as you'd like to see her again, it is probably best to let things cool down a little before trying sway her opinion of you and your fellow male teachers. The next most likely option is the library, and after a quick check of the map you head back to the main building, only this time up the impressive stairway to the second floor.

The library dominates this level with books shelved well above your six feet on every wall and polished tables in the center of the room. A railing circles above the open floor where you are standing and you see more stacks on the floor above you. Above that floor you can see the thick beams and rafters that hold up the slate roof like the inside of a cathedral. Furthering the impression of a religious facility are the beams of light that stream in from the tall windows on both sides of the great room and the dormers far above. Once when you were in Prague you visited one of the centuries old buildings and saw a hall like this, but even that university chamber lacked the rich luxuriousness of this library.

You wander in silence stepping on thick burgundy colored carpets and trailing your fingers along the heavy wooden tables and plush chairs. Sturdy wooden ladders built into tracks on the floor slide easily along the walls allowing even the shortest of students to reach the shelves above your reach. Through doors on either end of the sixty foot room you see nooks and rows of computers, but the this main section could have looked like this over one-hundred and fifty years ago when it was first built.

After three or four minutes of half-hearted searching you give up and raise your voice, hoping that someone will be able to help you.

"Hello? Is anybody here?" You didn't even yell, but in the eerie silence of the empty library it sounds like you were using a megaphone.