Torrey walked down the hall with the backpack thrown over her shoulder. She was a Senior about to graduate. Who in the hell cared if she finished the freakin' ass Senior Project? She was a straight A student anyway. She was already accepted into the University of Washington for the Fall. Into the advanced accelerated program no less! The last thing she wanted to do was go and talk with her Adviser. No, her portfolio was not completed. No, her community hours were not finished. Yes, she knew she had two weeks left to complete it all.
She was thinking all those things as she walked. Long curls dancing along her back with each step. The youthful hips just beginning to transform into what would one day be a more womanly form, moved seductively under the denim material. Passing by the display case, she caught a glimpse of herself in the glass and smiled. Soon she would be out of this place. High School. What a joke it was. Here they always talked about being mature and planning for the future. Sometimes, they even referred to the students as *young adults*. "Young adults, my ass!" The powers that be still made them raise their hand and ask permission to go to the bathroom, for god's sake! She rolled her eyes at the hypocrisy of it all.
It's not that she had a bad attitude. Not really. She saw herself more as a forward thinker. Maybe she was a little rebellious and quick to debate almost any subject. She just put that off as being more mature. A woman with a mind of her own. A woman, not a child. And, oh how she resented being treated as a child! She was less than three months away from living on her own and making her own decisions day by day. No, *child* was setting out to do that.
She reached the office and went to the desk, announcing herself and why she was there. She hated this room with it's white walls and bright lights. You would think with all the money her parents as well as the parents of other students donated, they could at least have added some color in here. She moved to one of the benches and sat down, dropping her backpack to the floor. She was early. Her appointment was for 3:30 and she had simply come straight here after the last bell of the day. She watched as some of the office workers packed up and prepared to leave for the day. Outside the walls the noise was quieting as the building slowly emptied of students and teachers alike.
She is the one who requested this time, after school. She enjoyed her classes and saw no reason to take time out from any of them to come and meet with her Adviser. Besides, she also felt a little satisfaction from inconveniencing the older woman. Miss Davison, had to stay after school as well.
At exactly 3:30, Miss Davison came into the open waiting area, smiled at her and told her to come in. She got up and followed the woman down the short hallway to her office. Everyone called her Old Miss Double D, behind her back of course. Her name was Dana Davison (which counted for at least one of the reasons for the nickname.) In truth, she was only in her mid 30's. Dressed in a skirt and blouse, which was the norm for most all of the female employees of the school, she carried herself well. Her heels clicked against the tile as they moved toward the office.
Torrey saw the file sitting on old Miss Double D's desk before she herself, sat on the small sofa. Miss Davison, opted to stand and lean against the front of the desk. The room was on the larger size. Not as big as a classroom, obviously, but could comfortably seat 5 or 6 people if needed. The desk was stunningly beautiful. The ornate dark wood seemed to absorb light. Unlike other school offices Torrey had been in, Miss Davison kept her desk very neat. The walls too had a personal touch. No white walls in here. The room was painted in a muted blue that made a perfect backdrop for the pictures that hung on them. They were all scenes from nature and each featured some form of water in brilliant blues. There was a standing waterfall in the corner that filled the room with the soft sounds of moving water. Behind the desk hung copies of Miss Davison's credentials along with a decorated sorority paddle from her own days at College.
Miss Davison began and asked Torrey all of the question that Torrey had anticipated. Torrey also answered them exactly the way she had planned to. She was just tired of all this Senior project crap and wanted it over with. Miss Davison picked up the file and flipped through it before moving around the desk and sitting in the chair. Torrey waited for the normal lecture that always followed these questions. No lecture came. There was just silence as Miss Davison leaned forward on her desk, hands clasped in front of her and looked at the girl. "Torrey, do you have any intention of completing your senior project?" Torrey quickly answered that of course she was going to finish it, but was interrupted. "I don't want to hear what you think I want to hear, I would like you to respect me enough to tell me the truth." Torrey chewed on her a lip a moment as she thought. She was nodding her head up and down before finally meeting the gaze of Miss Davison. "No, I have no intention of completing it" is what she replied. "Would you tell me why the girl who is probably the brightest student in this school, has never had so much as a late assignment, has decided to not complete this required assignment? I really would like to understand."
Torrey shrugged her shoulders and said nothing. "Young lady, I asked you a question!" That was all Torrey needed and she was off on her torrent. Being called young lady pissed her off! She told Miss Davison everything that she had been feeling about the school and the rules and this stupid project. She told her that even being called young lady and then needing to raise her hand to use the bathroom was an insult to everything she had come to believe in. If she was a young lady or a young adult then dammit someone around here better start treating her like one! She had done everything ever asked of her, never gotten into any trouble, was the model student and now she was just DONE. Done with rules, done with stupid ass projects and sooo done raising her hand to ask for permission for anything. She was not a *young* adult, she was an adult because she had turned 18 two weeks ago!
The outburst stunned the older woman. She watched the girl she thought she had known pretty well, go off on an unexpected tirade that left her red faced and obviously angry. Miss Davison hardly recognized the girl at all. She sat silently waiting for the angry outburst to finish. When it finally did, she said nothing. The silence in the room was broken only by the soft sounds of the waterfall. Neither woman spoke. Miss Davison watched as the color returned to normal on Torrey's face but could still see the anger in her eyes, or was that defiance? What had happened to the well behaved model student?
Torrey finally sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs. She met the eyes of her Adviser unblinkingly. Inside herself she was still fuming, but she concentrated on her breathing and worked at calming herself back down. In all honesty she did respect Miss Davison. It was all the rules and the good girl facade that she was now completely tired of and wanted nothing more to do with. She knew that she really should not have blown up like that, but dammit, enough was enough. Torrey wondered why the older woman was just sitting there silently. As the seconds ticked by she started squirming a little bit and noticed a tightening in her stomach. She uncrossed her legs and settled with crossing her arms over her chest. As she pulled her arms closer to herself, she broke her gaze with Miss Davison for the first time. Torrey looked down and closed her eyes. Her jaw was set and she was gritting her teeth, she didn't even notice that she had started to slowly shake her head back and forth.
Miss Davison missed nothing as she watched the girl. She sat calmly, arms on her desk now bent at the elbow. Her hands were clasped together and she held one finger to her lips as she contemplated what had just happened and why. She chose her words carefully as she spoke. "Torrey, why do you get good grades?" The girl looked at her and blurted out, *Because it is expected of me.* Miss Davison nodded, "And who expects it of you?" Giving her a look of resentment and rolling her eyes, Torrey responded, *My parents do, this school does, even YOU do.* "But, what about you Torrey, why do you do it? It seems that you like your classes." With a long audible sigh, Torrey said, * I just told you why, all of you in one way or another have told me that I have to. Now that I am 18, no one is going to tell me what to do anymore.*
"So are you telling me that the past 4 years have just been an act?"
Torrey looked at her before speaking. *You think you know me but you don't. You don't know anything about me. Every day I come here and do what I am suppose to do. Then, I go home and play perfect little daughter for Mommy and Daddy to show off. All I have ever wanted was to get to 18 so I could leave this, them and you behind me. Now, I am entitled to my inheritance and I can finally just be myself and tell the rest of you all to just fuck off.*
"I see" replied Miss Davison, "and I suppose being yourself means acting like a spoiled little brat?"
Torrey stood up and grabbed her backpack. * I am done here* As she headed to the door, Miss Davison rose and moved around the desk. They reached the door at the same time. Miss Davison prevented Torrey from opening it. "We are done when I say we are done and not before." Torrey looked at her in disbelief. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Before she could respond, she was ordered to sit back down.
*You cannot talk to...* Slap! The girl's words were cut short by a sharp smack across her backside. Miss Davison pointed to the sofa in silence. *You hit me* "I did" replied the woman matter-of-factly. "And there will be a lot more if you do not head over there and sit back down." There was no anger in the words and the meaning was clear. Torrey searched her face wondering just how much truth was behind those words. Not able to truly tell, she dropped the backpack and returned to the sofa. Miss Davison seated herself beside the girl.
"Now, let me tell you what I see" began Miss Davison. "I see a child, yes a CHILD, who somehow has come to believe that turning 18 makes the whole world around her change. Well, happy birthday and guess what.... it doesn't change a damn thing. You are still in high school, you still have to follow the rules and you are still under the authority of this school. Which means young lady, you are under MY authority." Torrey started to interrupt her and was stopped. " I am not finished. Here is what is going to happen. You are going to come to my office every day for an hour before school and for an hour after school. During that time you will be right here working on your portfolio and finishing it. I suggest you bring the materials you will need and be prepared to work. Just let me tell you right now that you will not like the alternative."
The next day Torrey got to school at the usual time. As a member of the debate club, she was always there early. Sitting in the room, she went over her notes for the upcoming debate. The room was a buzz with noise as everyone began drifting in for the day. The instructor came in holding his usual cup-o-joe and a handful of papers. "Just a couple of announcements before we break up into groups this morning", he said. Torrey wasn't really listening until she heard her own name being called. "Torrey, I have a note here saying that you are being requested to go to Miss Davison's office." She looked at him. He seemed as puzzled as she was shocked. She mumbled something about that she had already taken care of that the day before. The class broke off into teams and began discussing their strategies and the points they wanted to make. No one paid much attention to the door or the quiet conversation that was taking place just outside of it. Torrey didn't realize that anything was going on until her instructor tapped her on the shoulder and told her to gather her things. Someone was waiting in the hall for her.
As she left the classroom, she came face to face with Miss Davison. Not a word was said between the two as Torrey followed her back to her office. Once inside Miss Davison told her to take a seat. Torrey just stood there. She was angry, yes, but it wasn't exactly defiance that kept her on her feet. It was the sight of the large school paddle on the desk that drew and held her attention. She knew that corporal punishment could be used in the school but in her four years she had never heard of it actually being used on anyone. Miss Davison leaned against the desk and picked up the paddle. "Torrey, I don't even remember the last time I took this paddle out of the drawer to be honest with you. I do suggest though that you take a seat while you actually still feel like sitting." In a daze of confusion, Torrey sat on the small sofa unsure of exactly what she was facing. Sure, she had been told to come here before school, but surely Miss Davison hadn't been serious. Miss Davison knew that she was on the debate team after all. Debate team met three times a week before school when they were preparing for a meet. Miss Davison handed her the paddle and asked her what she thought about it. *I think it is barbaric*, she replied. Miss Davison shrugged, "How many times have you been paddled?" Torrey blushed a deep crimson as she answered *none*. "So, you have never felt a single stroke of the paddle?" Torrey shook her head no and was starting to feel very uncomfortable with the line of questioning. "What about a spanking?" asked Miss Davison. The woman continued the conversation as though she was talking about the weather. Torrey didn't know what to think. She answered the questions as they were asked. She had never been spanked, paddled or even grounded before. Miss Davison finally looked at her and said, "So, you really took the good little girl act to the extreme then." Torrey didn't know how to answer as the woman continued. "Maybe, it would have been better if you had stopped acting like a good girl and actually been one, been yourself and learned something about discipline, especially self discipline." Torrey wanted to argue. She wanted to say something, anything, but it was as if her voice had moved far out of her reach. Miss Davison took the paddle from her and put it in a drawer in her desk and then sat beside the girl. "Torrey, you decided to not come here this morning as you were told to, that is defiance." Torrey started in complaining that Miss Davison knew she had debate and was interrupted. "I even had your coach tell you to come here and you decided to ignore that as well. Coming here and doing what you are told is your priority now" Torrey was told that there would be no excuses. "I put the paddle away Torrey but I want you to know that after today, I will use it on you if you choose to disobey me in this." Thinking it was over, Torrey breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn't want to know what that paddle felt like. Miss Davison sat back on the sofa and pulled her skirt up. Taking Torrey by the arm, she began pulling her over her knee. "What is going to happen is a good spanking." Shocked and humiliated, the girl struggled but was held in place easily by the woman. Before she knew it, Torrey was face down over Miss Davison's lap. The absolute sense of unrealness was broken by the stinging blows that rained down on her upturned cheeks. The skirt that she had worn that morning flipped up on it's own and the smacks were raining down on her panty covered bottom. Miss Davison's palm covered every inch of that panty clad bottom thoroughly. Without realizing it Torrey had begun to squirm and then kick trying to get away from the hand that was disciplining her for the first time ever. As the pain increased, stinging tears filled her eyes and then fell to the carpeted floor. *i'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry* is all she could think and she didn't realize that she was actually saying it aloud. The position switched as Miss Davison caught the girl's legs with her own before lowering her panties and smacking the bare skin. There was no time to feel the embarrassment as the fire in her bottom grew instantly to unbearable and the girl began to sob. After only a few minutes she was laying limply as her body shook with deep sobs. Torrey was not aware of when the spanking stopped, only that it had. She felt her panties being put back into position before Miss Davison helped her sit up beside her. Wrapping her arms around the girl, Miss Davison held her close. Torrey barely heard the whisper in her ear that said, "Things are going to be different from now on."
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