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After School Correction Group!
Chapter 1! Report to Behavioral!
TJ Ryder
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Alex Johnson had been having second and third thoughts
already about his first teaching job. At first when
he saw the pretty campus and all the gorgeous young women
including many of his fellow teachers he thought he'd
died and gone to heaven. However, if he thought about it
he would have noticed a few things out of the ordinary
at Gardbrook Institute. One clue was it was in the first
province that had passed extreme penalties for what liberally
was termed as sexual harassment. But the first clue should
have been getting what looked like a plum job for a novice
teacher with a newly printed Masters degree.
Normally back in the states his first job would be
an inner city hellhole run by gangs and he would be joining
the majority of first year teachers in requesting a transfer before
the first semester was over. But Gardbrook was so beautiful
and the women were mostly beautiful, although a little odd
in their demeanour somehow, in a way he couldn't quite
put a definition to.
Only a few weeks in teaching lower grades, he had to ask
a fellow teacher, a very pretty brunette, why it seemed there
were less boys than girls in the upper grades. She just
smiled. Puzzled by her response during a break in the
teacher's lounge, he said he looked at the statistics
for Gardbrook up on the net which said the numbers were
typical of other schools.
She smiled and just said that was true.
He paused for a minute hoping for a better answer while
she ate a snack. Decided to pursue it.
"But I know I teach lower grades, but between classes
I see all the students, and it seems that the senior class
just has a lot more girls than boys in it!"
She signed, "well you know Gardbrook is actually quite
selective. For the last few years we take boys that have
had difficulty in other schools!" After that she walked out.
Still not making any sense of that for an answer he
asked one of the few male teachers who also shied away.
In fact he looked over his shoulder when he talked to him
as if he was afraid to tell him anything.
"Most of the boys are preselected, Alex! Kind of um,
well, a feminist agenda here!" Alex was still puzzled.
Why was such a simple question so hard to get an answer for.
Even his students just giggled most of the time when
he jokingly brought the subject up.
The other thing was the different departments.
Instead of a Guidance Counselor, there was a very large budget
for what was ominously called the Behavior Correction department!
Then with a shock as some girls in his class made fun
of the unfortunate boy who was pulled out of class by his ear by
a very attractive woman who had knocked on the door and
said she had to talk to a certain student. She identified herself
as working in the Behavior Correction Department! He was surprised
by the way she took charge of the boy, who slunk down
in his seat with all the girls laughing, and
telling him he was going to 'get it' now! He noticed few of the boys
laughed!
After the uproar he asked them to settle down.
"Sorry, ladies, but that was rather surprising! Does that
happen often!"
One shapely brunette smiled, "Not enough, Mr. Johnson!"
He always had to take some second looks at some of the girls,
they wore absolutely scandalous outfits sometimes, showing
cleavage and butt cheeks.
"heh, heh, but really, does anyone know if young Mr Swanson going
to be returning to class, because I was going to give out
homework assignments?"
One boy shook his head, "Not likely, Mr. Johnson!"
"No, he won't be back," the brunette smirked, "I know
what he went in for!"
A girl asked him if she caught him, and she giggled and said
yes.
"That makes you the leader this month, Daphne!"
"That's right," she said proudly.
"Um, excuse me ladies, " he interrupted, "what exactly
are you talking about here? Are you saying you know what
Richard's offense was?"
"Oh, I know all right, Mr. Johnson!" The girls twittered
over that as she turned her head and laughed with them.
"Well, would you mind enlightening me and the rest of
the class!"
"Oh, the whole class knows except you, Mr. Johnson.
Besides Richard gets it all the time anyway!"
"Um, gets, um, what, exactly!"
"Punished, sir," a boy said. "For getting a hardon
in class!" The class laughed at that.
"Yes," Daphne preened. "I caught him staring at me
again and took a picture of his boner and sent it to
Miss Rogers!"
"Miss Rogers?"
A girl said she worked in the Behavior department!
"Oh, well,..." his senses flooding with images now,
wondering what was going on.
"I still don't quite understand though, but, well,
classes are almost over anyway and I'm just kind of surprised
she didn't wait until school was out to talk to Richard!"
"No Mr Johnson, they don't do it that way!" A girl said,
"if a boy knows he's getting it they know he might run out when
the bell rings and they always like to do it after school!"
"Plus,..." a blonde teased Daphne, "Miss Rogers is
waiting for Daphne to help her! She's her new girlfriend!"
"She's not, really!" Daphne protested . "Besides why
shouldn't she reward me when I send her a bad boy!"
"For the third time!" the girl teased. She smiled
at him. "She got an award because Miss Rogers said she
was being a credit to the school!"
"Why not? I deserved it! Iv'e sent more boys to
Behavioral than anyone else for the last month!"
"Wait, wait, ladies!" He interrupted, "this is
opening up a new topic and I had homework assignments
to put on the board!
After the bell rang, he could see Daphne hurriedly
leave and he stopped one boy who was last.
"Um, Franklin, I noticed you boys didn't have much
to say!"
"We like to be pretty careful at this school,
Mr. Johnson! Doesn't take much to be written up!"
What does written up mean, he wondered.
"But, one moment please! Can you tell me what's
going on here? I know corporal punishment is practiced
in this province," the boy snorted at that and rolled
his eyes, "but is this true, about Daphne and a staff
member, um, having a relationship?"
The boy smiled, shrugging. "Who knows? Iv'e seen
them in town on the weekend but teachers and students
date a lot!"
"That's not, um, well, frowned upon?"
"Well, not if it's well, an approved type of
relationship and everyone's legal age I guess!"
He sat down behind his desk because the images
were giving him a hardon, and he felt by the boy's
suppressed smirk he knew it.
"I have to go now, Mr. Johnson!"
"Of course, um, wait! Do you have any idea what
is going to happen to young Richard?"
"Everyone does, teacher! He's going
to get his cock and balls whipped! Maybe some other stuff
since Daphne will be there wetting her panties! Listen
I really have to go now!" The boy ran off and Alex stared
at the back of the classroom digesting that bombshell.
The next day he noticed Richard back in class as if
nothing had happened, Daphne looking a little smug,
and listening to the chatter from a new perspective, realized
she had had a very enjoyable time after school first with Richard
and then with Miss Rogers.
After the class was over, he asked Richard to remain
behind, who gave a little shrug.
When they were alone, he asked him if he felt all right!
"Sure, Mr. Johnson!"
"Oh, well, yesterday... from what everyone was saying.
"Oh," he looked a little embarassed, "well everyone gets it
here eventually, all the boys anyway!"
"Could you tell me what happened?"
"Sure, why, you think your'e going to end up there?"
"You mean, I could be?"
"Oh sure, male teachers aren't exempt! Didn't anyone
tell you, Mr. Johnson?" He smiled.
"Sure, of course, Richard!" He stammered, trying not to
show his shock at the casual remark.
The boy looked at him with a smile. "You do kind of remind me
of my last male teacher though!"
"Oh really, what happened to him, do I know him?"
'He teaches the upper grades now. But I see him all
the time in some of the private ,after-school groups!"
"Private? Um, please, Richard, you know I'm new here
what kind of groups are those?"
"Oh, well, kind of like extensions of the Behavior Correction
Department. In fact all of them are certified. Theyre' in peoples'
private homes! We have private parties there!"
"And, um, you go to them, and see, well, teachers!"
"All kinds of people, could be anyone in the community!"
"Mmmmm, kind of like a whole hidden world! I'm just peeling
back the layers!"
"I felt that way when I got sent here! It's going to
happen, that's the way I feel now! But I can't tell you
the names of people, that's forbidden! I will tell you
I belong to the Woodshed group. I think that one's the best!
Except the way we boys arrive. We have to be led naked in
on a leash, and sometimes it's pretty cold out!" He said
casually and got his books together, "anyway, gotta go!"
Alex sat at the desk numb for several minutes.
Two days later he noticed some girls teasing another
in class until she got really mad and had tears in her eyes.
Laura was an attractive but quiet girl who didn't belong
to any clubs. That afternoon she had an appointment with
him over missing homework assignments.
In his tiny office with the door half open so he
wasn't turned in for sex harassment, she came in
and sat down, a defensive expression on her face,
she turned around and saw the open door!
"Could I shut the door please, Mr. Johnson?"
"Well, um,.... you see...!"
"Oh, don't worry about sex harassment, that's silly
here anyway at Gardbrook!"
"Okay," he finally and reluctantly shut the door.
"It's just some missing homework, Laura. But I noticed
looking in your file, well, that's rather unusual!"
"Oh, I know, Mr. Johnson, just been so busy lately
and that bitch Daphne ragging on me, sorry!"
"I noticed a little teasing...!"
"She thinks she's so hot, getting that stupid
award!"
"I know, but...!" and then her phone rang.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but do you mind?"
He nodded and she took it, and smiled.
"Oh yes," she said, "I'll be right there, Jane,
um, Miss Rogers!" She paused, "Behavioral, Mr. Johnson,
I have an appointment I forgot about. Would you like
to speak to ...!"
"Um, no go ahead, wer'e finished. Um. That is
the same Miss Rogers who took Richard out of the class
the other day?"
"Yup!" she said, standing up and putting her
books together.
"Are you in trouble, Laura?"
"Me, no, but I think someone is, (giggle)!"
"Oh, so you aren't the...?"
"Victim?" (Laugh). "You know I don't think Iv'e ever
seen a girl punished, although I wouldn't mind
fastening Daphne down for a nice long night!"
He watched her shapely bottom out the door
and then looked down, his hardon in his pants.
He had a moment of panic when he wondered if Laura
had secretly taken a picture of it.
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The next day was going as usual when he got a beep
from Behavioral to meet after school, and he remembered
that moment with laura and looked over at the faces, searching
Laura's and she just arched an eyebrow. He consoled himself it
was just an appointment, nothing else was mentioned, but
the periods dragged by and he was distracted all day,
at the same time blushing and his cock hardening behind
his desk. Maybe they wanted to discuss the discipline
problems in his class.
However, when he got there, at the rather forbidding
entrance, knocking politely, he entered and saw a stupendous
redhead in a low cut dress, showing a low of thigh,
absently doing her nails.
"Um, hello, I'm a teacher here, Alex Johnson!"
"I know," she smiled brightly. "Please just sign
this paper and then you can go right into the waiting room.
Wer'e running a little late so it may be a while!"
"B-but, um, he said, moving closer, trying not to gape
at her cleavage that she seemed to flaunt him with,
and telling himself this is not a good time to get a boner,
but the chairs and the table didn't hide much, and
there was no way to sit sideways, as he looked at
the paper.
"Um, excuse me, this looks like a release form!"
"Of course, it's just a technicality, everyone coming
for punishment has to sign one!" She handed him a ball point
pen which he automatically picked up, but he continued
to read the paper.
"B-but you see, I think there's been some mistake.
See, I'm a teacher...!"
"Oh, we do male teachers too!" she smiled. "In fact
it's a pleasant change from doing teenagers! I love doing
grown men myself!"
He stifled a gasp, "B-but you see, I haven't been
notified of, well, anything I did wrong! All I got was a
recorded message on my phone!"
The beautiful teen shrugged, "well, that does happen
occasionally. Your'e so new we don't even have an open
file on you yet, sorry! But I'm sure Miss Rogers will explain
it to you when you meet her! It's our policy to always have
the boy know what he's (giggle) getting it for!" She smiled.
"Well, um, I would like to talk to Miss Rogers b-but I
don't feel comfortable signing this, under the circumstances
because I'm sure it's a mistake!"
The girl looked disappointed, "Oh well, I suppose so...
although Miss Rogers might not like it too much!"
"But, if it is a mistake, then, well, it's in your
interest because then there's no record of it!" he tried
to smooth it over. She reluctantly nodded.
"She doesn't like to be interrupted during a session
but when she gets a break I'll call her and we'll sort
it out. In the meantime why don't you sit in the waiting
area, Mr Johnson!"
"Oh, but...!" she was about to say something as he
opened the door to the next room, but he was too preoccupied.
There was one other person sitting on a bench, a girl,
another bombshell knockout in the tightest, lowest cut
dress he'd ever seen. She smiled up at him warmly.
"Oh hi," she said, I haven't seen you here before!"
"Um, hi, there's some kind of mixup. I'm a teacher
here!"
"I know, Mr. Johnson, Iv'e seen you; you have my younger
sister Clara in your class."
"Oh, okay, yes, I think Iv'e seen you too," he smiled
as he sat down on the bench. His boner still present and was
not going away with this dream sitting beside him.
"Um, excuse me teacher, but aren't you, well, (giggle)
a little overdressed for the occasion?"
"Oh, um, " and she pointed out a sign he hadn't
noticed.
"All persons waiting for their punishment must strip naked,
hang their clothes neatly in the adjoining room and
sit quietly and think about what your'e here for!"
He swallowed!
"Um, well, I'm just waiting to clear up a misunderstanding!"
"Uh oh!" she smiled. "Iv'e heard that before! I'm just
telling what Miss Rogers will probably say. But I'm glad your'e
here because it gives me someone to talk to while I wait!"
"Oh, um, that sign doesn't apply to you then?"
She put a hand to her mouth and laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry,
I know your'e new at Gardbrook. That sign applies to
the 'punish-hims'. I'm a 'punish-her'. But I also
changed too. My birthday present, like it?"
He blushed, "it's just beautiful, even at Gardbrook
it might be a little too much for class though!"
She laughed. "Some girls don't bother to change,
but most do, some just barely wear clothes, but
I like to change into my, smile, alter ego! I'm still
still trying to think of punisher name. Lady Leather
is already taken which is a shame!"
"I see," he said, putting a hand over his bulge,
as he looked up at the clock.
"So your'e waiting for your, um, subject, then?"
"Well, Miss Rogers is running late today and Martin
is still in phys ed! I usually have to wait for him
anyway!"
"Martin is a student then, obviously. Do you mind my
asking what his offense was?"
She laughed, "actually you know I kind of forgot. Been
two months now. But we reserve every Friday night
after school. You might remember that, Mr. Johnson.
The convenient slots are hard to get sometimes!
This is just such a lovely way to end the week, don't
you think? (giggle) Of course your point of view might
be a little different!"
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