Not even a little

"No sweetie," Ms. Naylor brushes the tears from Tamara's face, "you don't have to use any of those nasty words if you don't want to." You cannot believe that this otherwise sharp-minded administrator could possibly fall for this. To your relief, it becomes clear that she is not as stupid as Tamara thinks. "But you do have to explain why your skirt is rolled up almost five inches, and you are no longer wearing the bra or leggings you had on when you left my office twenty minutes ago."

"I... ah..." Diana shakes her head sadly at the blonde schoolgirl stammering in confusion and embarrassment.

"Were you trying to prove that Mr. Hawkfeather is right about discipline in this school?" She asks as she searches through a bookshelf beside her secretary's desk. "Ah, here it is. I knew Miss Holiday would still have a hardcopy." Diana hands you a small white booklet held together with three staples for a binding. Across the front of the book Code of Conduct is written in clear red letters.

"Dean Hawkfeather, would you please look up the consequences for sexual lewdness and lying?" The book is not hard to follow with a table of contents and an easy to read chart that details various infractions and their consequences. The first half of the table is pretty standard, but the bottom of the page lists major infractions and your eyes widen in surprise when you see that for each possible misdemeanor there is the number of blows from a paddle listed in the adjoining column.

"Would that be minor or major sexual lewdness?" You ask Diana, noting that the first required only six blows and the second twice as many.

"I guess we could call it minor lewdness; if that's alright with you, Dean Hawkfeather?" You nod silently hoping your jaw is not as slack as it feels. "And is it six more for lying to a teacher?" You nod again staring at the fierce young woman in near shock. You had been unhappy about using reflections as a means of punishing the headstrong students of the Academy, but this isn't what you had in mind either.

"What?" Miss Longmire is as shocked as you are. "You can't do that!" She looks frantically from you to Diana and back again to you hoping to see some mercy in at least one of you.

"We most certainly can, Miss Longmire." Diana points to the desk, "place your forearms on the desk Miss Longmire."

"No way Ms. Naylor," Tamara places her hands on her hips defiantly. "You can't spank me like I'm a little girl!" You watch Ms. Naylor with keen interest, it doesn't strike you as a good idea to defy the fierce Headmistress, but you find it hard to believe that she's really going to spank the rebellious student.