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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