"You see, Allison, we can't have girls sneaking things into the school. It has a demoralizing effect on the other children," Erika began reaching up and undoing the tight blonde bun sifting atop her head. The pins fell lightly to the cold, concrete floor. "You have got to be taught a lesson, a lessen that will last and will bring you in line with our policy."

Allison didn't like where this conversation was going.

"Now, remove your clothing – all of it," Erika said, pausing as she pushed back her long blonde hair and looked severely at the girl.

What had she said? Take off her clothes? Stand there stark-naked in front of her? What in God's name was she telling her to do? No, no she wouldn't, wouldn't stoop to that level.

"No!" Allison said defiantly, her body shaking violently.

Erika smiled, that same awful smile that had crossed her lips earlier in the office.

"I didn't expect you to be cooperative… at first," she said, squaring her shoulders and approaching the terrified teen.

Allison shrank back, feeling her flesh crawl.

"Ohhhh!"

She had stumbled backward, her feet hitting a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet in it. Regaining her balance once more she backed away from the approaching headmistress, her eyes wide with terror. What was Miss Vennestroom going to do to her? She could only guess it would be awful, the most awful experience in her young life!

"N-n-no, don't hurt me. I swear, I won't be bad again. Please," Allison begged, her voice becoming shaky and tiny.

"I can't take your word anymore, Allison. You'd only go back, on it unless you knew what to expect down here. From now on you'll be good, I promise you." With that the older woman stretched out one hand and grabbed Allison by the hair.

"Ooohhh!"