Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Diya/Light
You decided that you were going to try and take it easy on the kid. She had enough problems already, and Luana was only trying to help her out of her bad situation. Normally, the school should be trying to help kids like her, but of course with how hypocritical this town was, it was merely allowing her to be tormented because she was the daughter of a whore.
Fortunately, you already managed to get Luana’s punishment knocked down to a mid-level. So, as a result, you can probably go a bit lighter on Diya’s punishment. You also managed to delay her call to the last period, and now it’s only about 30 minutes till the bell rings to end the day.
“Mrs. Varano, I’m ready for Diya Styles,” you told her over the intercom.
“All right, I’ll send her in.”
A moment later, the girl who came through your door looked as nervous as a cat. She was definitely eyeing you suspiciously as she closed the door and then stood with her back to it, not walking any deeper into the room. You also noticed that she has not taken her hand off the door, so you supposed she may also be wondering whether or not she wanted to try and run away.
Noting her trepidation, you made no move to get out of your chair, remaining seated behind your desk instead. “Miss Styles, come in,” you tried to say with as amiable a tone as you could manage, “have a seat,” you told her, “I’d like to have a quick talk.”
Something in your tone must have done it, because at your words she took some slow and cautious steps forward, still eyeing you suspiciously. However, much like her sister earlier in the day, she also cast a glance over toward the changing table.
“Don’t worry,” you said to her, “you’re not going to be getting up on that thing today,” this comment only managed to return her suspicious eyes back on you, but you could certainly see something else there now as she took her seat. They seemed to be trying to figure you out, “now,” you said as soon as she was fully seated, “do you know why I had you called here?” the response she gave was to immediately shake her head no, “well, earlier today your sister Luana threatened another student, you know August Fine right?” she tensed as soon as you said the name and then gave a slow nod, “she threatened him for you,” you told her, “and, unfortunately, the school’s new guidelines say that if someone does something bad in order to help someone else, the person they are trying to help also has to be punished.”
“Hep!” Diya let out a small breathless gasp at this as her eyes bulged wide. She placed her hands on the arm-rest of the chair, looking ready to bolt as her eyes were locked onto you, looking for any indication on what you were going to do to see if she needed to.
You let out a sigh and sat back into your chair, steepling your fingers as you looked over at Diya, placing yourself in a comfortable position that said you had no intention of suddenly popping out of your chair and attacking her. “I assume from your reaction that Luana has told you a bit of what she found out about the new punishments? Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Actually, it would usually be the case that your bullies should be the ones being punished. I think the school ought to be doing what it can to protect you,” she did not back down when you said this from her readied poise to jump out of her chair, but you could see her eyes were now considering you more than they were her escape route. You tapped your finger on the desk a few times, considering her and then considering the clock on the wall. If you could stall this out with a conversation, you may even be able to shield Diya completely from the results of the punishment you had planned for her, “so, Diya, why don’t we talk a little? For starters, I know your sister found out quite a bit about the new program that a lot of the other students don’t know about. How much has she told you?” she eyed you a little bit more, “it’s Ok,” you told her, “I’m not going to get you or her in trouble just for knowing this stuff.”
“Umm…” she began, her eyes flitting about the room as she seemed to be wondering whether or not she should say it, “sh… she… she… she said that… umm… that you… that you could, uhh… have… s… s… sex with kids as punishment.”
You gave her a serious look, recalling that you actually did have your cock completely buried in a girl about her same age just yesterday right over on that changing table next to her. “That’s right,” you told her with a grave tone, “but that’s not something I’m going to do for something minor. I bet you don’t know this part, but the rules I’m punishing you under today say that I have to actually give you a much less severe punishment than I would have given your sister,” this finally seemed to make her relax a little bit, “also,” you added, “I already gave your sister a little bit of a punishment, so that means there is even less I have to do with you. Actually, I would rather not drag you into this at all, but the rules actually say I have to do something with you.”
“Wh… what are you going to do?” she asked, looking a bit more earnest now. Her eyes came up to meet yours before wandering about in consideration for what the punishment is going to mean for her.