Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Perl/End/PJs/Bunny/No Panties/No Panties
“Oh, that,” you said, your eyes traveling down, but with her skirt on, there was no way to know the girl in front of you was wearing no underwear, “tell me, Perl, do you know the distinction between the letter of the law and the spirit of the law?”
“No, Sir, I don’t think we’ve covered that in class,” was her fast response. This kid was really sure what she knew and what she didn’t to answer so quickly.
“Yes, it’s a bit advanced, but since you’re such a bright girl, I thought maybe you’ve seen it on your own.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, I’ll be sure to look it up at home, Sir.”
“Well, it’s pretty simple, really… let’s say… this paper here,” you said taking the signed punishment description that Perl had handed you earlier, “has a rule… a law, that says ‘must be signed by a parent’, so by having only your father sign it, you are fulfilling the letter of the law, but, think a little, why is it that we want your parents to sign this?”
“You want my parents to sign it because,” you saw her eyes moving from side to side as she repeated your question in a very professional way to earn time while answering without appearing not to know the answer, “what I did was wrong, and since they are my parents what I do wrong also affects them, so they need to know when I do something wrong. I think that is why, Sir.”
“Yes, you’re right, Perl, so the spirit of the law is to let your parents know what you did wrong, so by hiding what you did from your mother, you are breaking it.” you could see her body tensed a bit at that, and for a moment it seemed she was going to argue, but then her tame demeanor returned to her.
“I understand, Sir, I fail to think about it. I assume you will issue a new punishment for this, Sir?”
“Not really, this office is bound by the school rules, those are the law, and as long as you fulfill them to the letter, there is nothing I can do to you,” you explained. Knowing this girl would not step again in your office and recognizing how bright she was, you thought her knowing that could help her survive better in this town, “I’m telling you this so you are aware of the distinction, and think carefully if you are doing one or the other.”
You smiled at her, and were happy to receive a small smile in return form the serious girl. She really had a beautiful smile, and you felt bad that she had practiced so much to hide her feelings behind that mask of submissive demeanor.
“Now, regarding your panties,” you added, pretending to be abashed, “it seems I’ve misplaced them, so I’m sorry to say you’ll have to go home like that, but don’t worry, I can assure you nobody will notice, as long as you remain decent.”
Her smile disappeared, replace by a mixture of surprise and annoyance, to be covered almost instantly by her submissive mask, “I understand, thanks for your advice, Sir,” she then looked around, pretending not to know what else to say, “then, may I be excused, Sir?”