Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Tihana/Office/Punishment/Impregnate/Parents
You called Mrs. Varano over the intercom, explaining that Tihana needs a complete change of clothes, and she called the girl’s mother. Ten minutes later, you heard the sound of women chatting just outside your office. This seemed a little fast for Tihana’s mother to have gotten here already, but it is a small town. You heard Mrs. Varano describing what can only be referring to Tihana’s punishment to the other female voice, and that confirms it.
There was a long silence, and then you could hear the other female voice say something along the lines of: “Oh no, I have to talk to him about this.” There was a little bit more back and forth, and then you got a buzz over the intercom.
“Mr. Gardner, Mrs. Morandi is here, she would like to talk with you.”
Well, you supposed it was to be expected that the parents would take issue with such a harsh punishment. You just hoped you didn’t get physically attacked or anything. You decided to shrug and take whatever happens in stride.
“Ok, send her in,” you told her. Just a second later, a rather broad-shouldered husky looking woman came through the door. You wouldn’t describe her as fat, per-say, but she was most certainly wide and sturdy and she really had a very in-control bearing about her, and her eyes locked with yours the very second she entered the room as she strode straight toward you. She didn’t even made it halfway across the room though before her daughter, naked and leaking your sperm over in the corner, got up and ran across to cling onto her hip. She had ran out of tears and had been simply sitting there in silence until now, but the moment she touched her mother the tears started right up again at full force.
“Mom! Mom! He…” she began. Her mother seemed a little startled at first, but in amazingly fast order she seemed to simply move to discount her little girl’s concerns.
“Yes, I know,” she said in a dismissive manner, “I have to talk to Mr. Gardner now.”
“But MOM!” she yelled, stepping back and flailing her arms about in exasperation, “he… he… he put his… his thing in—” this time, she was cut off by her mother roughly grabbing her jaw and tilting her head upward to face her. There was dead silence for a moment as the tough burly woman gave the slight whiff of a completely nude 11-year-old girl a death stare.
“I told you, I know. This is because you went stealing from your father’s store and were doing all those things with your group of delinquent friends. I told you something really bad would happen to you if you kept this up, and now it has! And it is a lot worse than you even know missy. What you got already isn’t even half of your punishment, and if I don’t get it sorted out with Mr. Gardner right now then your father and I may wind up having to disown you and throw you out on the streets! Now get dressed and be quiet for a while, I’m doing this to help you!”
With that, she hit her daughter square in the chest with the bundle of clothing that she had brought along with her. “Oh my God! You don’t even CARE!” Tihana shouted as she ran off into the conjoining bathroom that was connected to your office and slammed the door closed.
You were surprised. You could tell this woman was, in some way, concerned about her daughter, but in other ways, she was also fairly cold. If this was how their normal interactions tended to go off, you could tell how Tihana turned out so rebellious.
The moment Tihana left the room, this tough woman’s entire demeanor seemed to change on the spot. She looked immediately exhausted and even a little unsure of herself. She let out a long sigh and brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose. “Lord give me strength, that girl does not know just how much trouble she’s in,” she said, before turning to you and approaching your desk.
This whole time you had been watching the spectacle in silence, but now you were about to have to deal with a parent who had an issue with one of your punishments. You swallowed in nervous anticipation, wondering what was going to come next. You knew you had the headmaster backing you up, but that was not going to stop you from having to deal with an angry mother chewing your head off about how much of a sick freak you were.
“Now, Mr. Gardner, is that right?” she asked, looking you in the eye.
“Umm… yes,” you said, waiting with baited breath for whatever was going to come next.
“Right,” she said, looking very uncomfortable as she began to pace back and forth.
She walked out as far as the corner of your desk on one side, and then turns, made it all the way over to the other corner before she seemed to gather what she was going to say and shot right back over to the middle of your desk and leaned on one of the chairs set up in front of it.
“Ok,” she said, “yes, I understand my daughter is not the best kid. I think you heard me say it, she stole the alcohol her and those kids were drinking today from my husband’s store. This has been going on for a while, we both knew when the new guidelines came out she was going to be having to risk pregnancy for a punishment for sure, it was only a matter of time, but…” she trailed off at that point and then pulled out her copy of the written note explaining Tihana’s punishment, “I… we can work with most of this punishment. Like I said, we expected it, but this part…” she pointed down to a part in the middle of the second paragraph explaining the punishment.
Henceforth, until such a time as Miss Morandi is confirmed to be visibly pregnant, indicating she is in her second trimester of pregnancy, she may be made at any time during school hours to lay with the Director of Disciplinary Actions or any male he decides upon to participate in Miss Morandi’s punishment, not to include, in accordance with the official guidelines, any non-family male students of St. Andre Truitt Academe, with exceptions for those male students in such a case as they are also being made subject to a punishment.
It took you a moment to realize what she was getting at before you focused on where her finger was directly above the word “non-family”. “Uhh… yeah… that…” you muttered, looking up to meet her eyes and wondering what it is she’s getting at exactly.
“So this would mean you could make one of my sons… um… defile themselves by copulating with their sister as well?” she asked.
“Uhh… that was the idea, yeah,” you said, recalling in the guidelines there was a specific section that states family members can be punished as well by making them have sex with a disobedient daughter or sister. That line was in there to keep that option open.
“And my husband too,” she asked, looking away from you, that last one clearly being more a statement than a question.
Suddenly, the woman lunged across the desk at you and grabbed one of your hands, pulling it toward her. You were startled a little bit at first by this, but when you realized she was only holding your hand and that in this same motion she had also gotten down on her knees over on the other side of the desk, placing her in an almost pathetic position where she now had to look up at you, meanwhile you were practically being forced onto your feet by the way she was holding you.
“Please!” she begged, “my husband said it when the new guidelines came out, he would rather disown Tihana than have our family bear the shame of incest. Please, can you remove that part from the punishment?”
“Uhh…” you were a little stunned by this. She seemed to have accepted that you were going to be having sex with her daughter for a prolonged period and for the express purpose of getting her pregnant, her issue was that she wanted the male members of her family left out of it.
“I know,” she said, beginning to stand up, “how about you take her home with you tonight? The way it’s written now, you only get to… to have your way with her during school hours. If you can change her punishment so that my husband and sons will never be asked to defile themselves with my daughter, you can bring her to your house at any time, you can have your way with her whenever you like.”
Well, that’s a rather tempting offer. What should you do?