Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Follow Up/Impregnate/Informal Deal
You managed to convince Tihana’s mother that you never even intended to let her family touch her sexually and that the incest stuff was only there because it was part of the guidelines. You told her, which was mostly true, that since the punishment was for forced impregnation you wanted the baby to be yours and you did not intend to have any other man touch her. This seemed to convince her and she dragged her inconsolable daughter back home.
In fact, Tihana seemed to be quite rowdy out there right now. You kept hearing her scream things like “No! I’m not going!” over and over again. She seemed to sound like she was physically struggling with someone. You knew it was probably not Mrs. Varano, because her tone seemed pretty level when she called to announce Tihana was here. At any rate, you buzzed her back telling her to “send her in.” Immediately after this, your door was opened by Mrs. Varano, who quickly got out of the way as you saw a man who you recognized as a teacher, probably her 6th-grade teacher, pulling at Tihana’s hand as she struggled against him as he was trying to drag her into your office.
“Stop this Tihana!” he barked at her, “I have to get back to class.”
“NO!” she yelled, “you don’t under stand… he… he… I don’t want to talk about it, but you don’t understand what he did last time!”
“I understand it perfectly, Miss Morandi” he said in a rather exasperated sounding tone, “Mr. Gardner sent me a note explaining the whole thing. It’s called sex, and it’s what you do with whores. You were acting like a whore, so you are being treated like a whore,” Tihana had no response to this and simply started crying, but she continued to struggle nonetheless. The teacher muttered something that sounds a bit like a curse under his breath, and then he turned and yanked Tihana into his arms and carried her kicking and screaming into your office, “oh, I’m getting too old for this,” the middle-aged looking teacher commented with his arms quite full with the screaming 11 year old, “you are too,” he commented to the girl, “you are acting like a toddler right now,” this seemed to get Tihana to waver in her struggles as she just broke down crying.
The middle-aged greying teacher let out a sigh as he got to the middle of your office and then looked at you. “I’m sorry about this,” he said, “I figured something like this might happen, so I decided to bring her down myself. I’ve got to get back to class, but, if you call sometime in the future during recess or something I actually wouldn’t mind getting in and helping on Miss Morandi’s punishment.”
“I’ll uhh… keep that in mind Mr. Uhh…”
“Loso,” he responded, giving his name, “umm… what would you like done with her? I imagine she will not want to stay in here.”
“Oh, the door locks from the outside,” you told him, “I have a key hidden in the room just in case, but the intention is that the only way to get out once the door is locked is to buzz Mrs. Varano to unlock the door,” it seemed they had thought of about everything in this, including this precaution against students who attempted to escape their disciplinary action.
“Well then, I will just be leaving her in your care in that case,” he said in what seems like some strange attempt at being charming that really fell flat on its face given the situation, “I’m not sure how fun it will be, but enjoy,” he placed Tihana on the ground, and as he seemed to have expected it was a bit of a struggle for him to get out the door ahead of her as she immediately bolted for it the moment her feet touched the ground and he had to push her back inside as he managed to escape himself. It was something of a wonder the girl had the sense not to have her fingers caught in the door as it was forced closed and then promptly locked. She struggled at the door a little, and then pounds on it.
“Nooo… let me ouuuut!” she moaned and cried before dramatically falling on her knees in front of the door, still whimpering and crying.
Well, this is already promising to be a rather eventful encounter.