She has more than one offence to be punished for.

As you enter the Mellon building you see Valerie Cummins leaning against the wall beside your 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.

Ms. Naylor and the other two teachers follow you as you approach the girl, who looks up smugly as you get closer.

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

You open the door of your office and with a quick movement, seize the girl's arm and pull her inside. She gives a little squeak of protest, and stands looking furious at you.

"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 you step to your desk and pick up the Code of Conduct, leafing through it. Honey Thibodeaux takes a seat on your couch, a look of sly amusement on her face. Ms. Naylor and Mr. Carter remain standing, the headmistress with a stern expression on her pretty face, and Mr. Carter with his arms folded across his chest.

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!" you bark in your best military command voice. The girl stops and stares at you, her eyes wide and alarmed, and you notice that the other three teachers stiffened in surprise at your tone. Holding the Code of Conduct open you approach the girl, seeing her chin wobble slightly.

"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?" Mason asks quietly. "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, 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." You pick up the wooden paddle and stare 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," you say 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."