Stay after class, with Miss Nonne

You decide to report to Nonne after class. You have heard whispered rumors around the school that Nonne is "old school" when it comes to discipline, and you are curious about what that might mean. Besides, you think to yourself, if it gets ugly, you can always will the problem away.

All your classmates file out of the room after the bell rings, including Stacy and Jenny who leave casting your thankful and wistful glances as they go. You and Nonne are left alone in the room. Miss Nonne walks over to the door, closes it, throws the lock, and lowers the blinds on the small window. "This room, and I, have a free hour coming up, and I do not want our conversation interrupted," Nonne explains as she walks back to the front of the room. As she walks past you, you again admire her tight body. From her firey short red hair, your eyes stray down the tightly-fit button up shirt, to a light grey woolen skirt that comes to about mid thigh, and on down her smooth hose-covered legs all the way to her three inch heels. She is not particularly tall, perhaps only five foot five inches, but her slenderness gives her legs a look of length and shapeliness. The heels give her stride a rotation in the hips that makes her ass sway pleasingly as it moves past you, despite her swift pace.

Nonne sits down at her desk at the front of the room, an old, large, oak behemoth. She always keeps the desk very clean, and the only thing on top of it at the moment is her lesson plan for the day, a manilla folder with a few papers in it. Now in her chair, in her domain, she surveys you shrewdly. You are still sitting at your desk, near the back of the classroom. "Come closer," she says, and you obligingly move up to a desk directly in front of hers. She eyes you again. Her stare at you makes you feel uncomfortable, as if she is planning and weighing options in her head, and not just trying to make you feel guilty by staring at you. You realize that she is sizing you up, so you do your best to appear resolute, calm, and prepared, even though you admit to yourself with equal parts consternation and excitement that you feel quite nervous. Finally, Nonne nods, as if she has come to a decision.

She clears her throat, and begins to speak in a slow, measured pace. "As you may have heard, I feel that the forms of 'punishment' currently in vogue in the education system are worse than pointless. A 'time-out' and even suspension is nothing more for most students than a desired break. Taking away from their 'free time,' in the form of after-school detention, is one step better, but it still does little to address root problems. It does nothing to truly deter these problem students from recommitting their minor acts of rebellion." She pauses, looks at you again, piercingly. After a brief time, she continues. "However, much of this is due to the weakness inherent in the students. A true reprimand will do nothing but crush such ... weaklings." She pauses again, and gazes at you. You do not squirm. "Tell me, John, do you consider yourself in the league of this ... 'modern student?'"

Now it is your turn to clear your throat. "I do not," you return decisively. Nonne nods again, curtly. "Good," she responds, "then stand up, and come to the blackboard." You follow her instructions, and move up so that you are standing to the side of her desk, looking at a freshly washed, perfectly dark section of the blackboard.