Readers,
Right on time – part eight of ‘The Reformatory’, by Annika and Lyndsy. Enjoy it while you can…’The Reformatory’ ends soon…
– Dana
The REFORMATORY
Part 8
“What!!!?? Grounded???? For what???”
It always seemed like Ms. Kane was never affected by the outbursts I sometimes let out. She always stayed calm and would just look at me, which tended to make me nervous! It wasn’t because I didn’t trust her, but because I never knew how I would react in response. Being nervous, I didn’t know if I would dig myself into a deeper hole, by mouthing off or something, thus accumulating punishment, or if I had enough sense to just stay quiet and accept what she said in return, and hope it stopped there.
Lyndsy had been mouthing off a lot during dinner. In fact, almost whatever anyone said she had a smart reply to. I was thinking maybe it was because she had a bad day at work or something, but knew we could talk about it later. Ms. Kane had tried several times during dinner to warn Lyndsy about her mouth and behavior, but it didn’t even seem to fizz on her. When Ms. Kane repeated a warning, Lyndsy even had the nerve to comment on that! “What’s that?? Another warning? If I remember right, your threat was you didn’t warn more than once. Did I misunderstand? Or did you lose count?” She just went back to eating, and didn’t even look towards Ms. Kane, but I think she knew where she was heading. ”You, young lady….” Lyndsy didn’t even react to Ms. Kane. “Lyndsy, look at me.” She still just focused on her plate. Ms. Kane got up, walked over to her, shoved her plate away, and grabbed her ear to turn her head to get her attention. “When I talk to you, I expect you to acknowledge that by lifting your head and your smart mouth, and look at me. You be in my office in 5 minutes, where I will be sure to make my warnings clear!!” Lyndsy just squinted her eyes at her and actually never responded. Ms. Kane, still holding onto Lyndsy’ ear, looked over her head to me because I was watching the whole thing, and said, “And you are grounded for the rest of this week!”
I hadn’t really even said anything throughout the whole dinner, so I was shocked when she grounded me. I absolutely HATE being grounded, so that literally felt like I was being treated unfairly and way worse than Lyndsy would even get!! So, I picked up the shovel and started digging by demanding an explanation for the reasoning behind such an irritating punishment.
After my outburst, Ms. Kane did give me one. “Amy, you are grounded for supporting Lyndsy in her behavior this whole evening”. I looked at her with utter disbelieve and while shaking my head, out came, “In what world do you live in? I haven’t even said anything to Lyndsy tonight!”
Ms. Kane stood upright with her hands on her hips, “Amy, honey, you don’t need to tell Lyndsy anything verbally. Just the fact that you keep laughing at everything she says is enough to encourage her.”
To be honest, she was right. I had been laughing the whole time, but never realized that would actually encourage anyone. I should have know better, because Lyndsy loves to get me to laugh, especially at the most inappropriate times, and I am just as guilty and love to do the same to her!! Of course I wouldn’t admit to Ms. Kane that she was right, so instead I pointed out that it still wasn’t fair, because Kevin and Lori had been laughing sometimes as well. She couldn’t care less about that, and just pointed out, that I could act out as crazy as I wanted, but it wouldn’t change the fact that I was grounded! And if anything, I could get another week added if I continued. She walked to collect her dinnerware and bring it to the sink.
I was just about to keep arguing, but Lyndsy kicked me so hard under the table, that I couldn’t get anything else out other than, ”Yeeowch!!!”
“Lyndsy, it’s over five minutes!” She said as she turned back around and headed our way.
I tried to look very defiant at her, but she wasn’t impressed. Instead she just whispered in my ear, “Sweetheart, if you want a spanking too, just say so. But, you will still be grounded!” Then she looked at me, smiled and continued on to her office.
It was so frustrating, because I had no chance of getting out of being grounded. If it just was this one week that was at stake, I could have lived with that, but the soccer season was starting, and I had an important match to attend during this week! At least it was important to me.
When Lyndsy came to our room, she looked very apologetically at me. “I had no idea that she would ground you for my behavior!” I wasn’t angry at her at all and replied, “Its okay, Lyndsy. She grounded me for my behavior not yours.”
I didn’t tell Lyndsy about my upcoming match, because I still hadn’t decided what to do about it. I knew I would get into a lot of trouble if I disobeyed Ms. Kane and sneaked out, but on the other hand I really didn’t want to miss out on the first game! I couldn’t let my team down right off the bat.
So, Wednesday morning I told Lyndsy about the match with my soccer team.
“I know it’s a lot to ask for, but I need you to cover for me for about an hour and a half this evening. I don’t have a choice Lyndsy!! I have to participate!” She smiled at me and just said, “No problem baby girl, anything for you!” I couldn’t help but laugh about her calling me baby girl, but I liked it as well. ”You will probably get into trouble if she finds out though.” Lyndsy looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and said, “So what? I got you into trouble, so that’s only fair! What’s your plan?”
“Well, I have my equipment already packed, and will take them with me this morning and drop them off at the club. I will of course come back here after work, eat dinner, and when I go up to our room, I will use the bathroom window to sneak out, just like when we went partying on the town that time!! The only difference is, I won’t be wasted, so I will be able to climb up again! But I need you to be sure to keep her away from our room.”
Lyndsy couldn’t help but laugh, and I’m sure it was because she was picturing the pathetic attempt we made to climb up the side of the house that night after the party!
“I will do my ultimate best to keep her away! Do you have your cell phone with you? Just in case I need to warn you?” She asked. ”Yes, I will have it near me. But not on the field of course!”
“Okay then, I will take care of things here, and score a goal for me will you!!??” I smiled at her and replied, “Of course!!! Anything for you sis!”
I had no idea that we would actually be able to pull this off. I knew if we were caught, or I was caught, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days. But I needed to play soccer!!! It has been and still is the only thing I can do, where I feel absolutely free, I have no adult concerns, I don’t doubt myself and the little kid inside of me is having a blast along with it.
Well, we put our plan in motion. I sneaked out and went to the game. We won naturally, and I did score two goals, one for Lyndsy, and one just for the fun of it. I managed to sneak back inside, and about 30 minutes later Lyndsy came to the room.
We both smiled at each other, and she was eager to hear about the match, and I was eager to hear about how she managed to keep Ms. Kane away.
“That was easy, I just asked her about her collection of books, and we started a book review discussion.”
“And she never once seemed to notice something else was going on??” I looked at her with disbelief. ”Nope! So, did you score a goal for me??” she asked as she gave me a little punch in the arm. ”Of course I did!! I promised you, and we won 5-0! I can’t believe we actually pulled this off!!! That would be a first time having one up on Ms. Kane!!” Lyndsy stood with a big smirk on her face, “Well baby girl, it had to happen sooner or later!”
I still didn’t feel that sure about it, so I studied every move and everything Ms. Kane said over the following days. I needed to catch on if she knew anything, and was being subtle about it, but it did seem that she had no clue at all.
However, there were some details in the plan I hadn’t considered. For instance, the fact that I hadn’t told Ms. Kane that I even play soccer, and that I was scheduled to play for the next 10 weeks every Wednesday, which might get her wondering, how I managed to stay away this past Wednesday. And another little detail, that I didn’t even think of, and really, I had no control over, but it surely made me aware the following Wednesday.
Ms. Kane wanted to see me in her office. Mostly when that happened it wasn’t just for small talk, so I felt a little anxiety building up inside of me.
She asked me to take a seat on her couch and I did. She carried a wooden chair with her and placed it in front of me, and as she sat down on it she looked at me, arms crossed, legs crossed. She looked serious and it didn’t help with the anxiety I was feeling. I could feel my heart beating faster and my mouth started to dry out. She took her time before she said anything, and the silence in itself felt like torture. I tried to review the week that had just passed, to see if there was anything that could have triggered this situation, but the only thing jumping out at me, was this soccer sneaking out situation.
“Amy, I am wondering about something, and I just can’t seem to figure it out!” she looked straight at me as she said it. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to say anything in response to that, but I chose not and just waited for her to go on.
“I read the local newspaper today, and was very surprised to read about a soccer game last Wednesday, where a girl named Amy scored two of the five goals the team had obtained in their winning game.” She paused again, and my heart jumped, and my eyes were looking on everything else than in her direction.
“Of course, there are other girls with the name Amy, and you couldn’t possibly be two places at the same time.” I saw a little glimmer of light in the distance, and hoped that maybe I lucked out.
“Then again, a picture really can not lie,” she continued. My eyes got big as I looked at her now, because I really couldn’t remember seeing any photographers at the match, but then again, I never focus on what happens outside the field. Ms. Kane stood up, went over to her desk, and got the newspaper. She came back to me and handed me the article about our team. It was a type of advertisement to encourage more players to come out and join with the soccer teams. A good idea I thought, however, really, REALLY bad timing!
“So young lady, how will you explain this??” I looked at the photo. It was taken immediately after I scored the second goal. “Um, I don’t really have an explanation. This is me.” I pointed at the picture.
“Yes, I see that Amy. But can you explain to me how you could be there and grounded to your room at the same time?” I looked down at the floor and almost whispered, “Well, I wasn’t in my room exactly at that time.”
”Hmmm, funny I don’t recall seeing you leave the house through the front door other than for work.”
“That’s because I didn’t. I sneaked out using the bathroom window again.” I was so embarrassed and just knew it would have to be luck to survive this. I had done a lot of stupid things, but in my head all the offences from this situation added up, and I had no idea how this would turn out for me.
“Okay let’s see. You were grounded, and you disrespected that. You risked really injuring yourself by sneaking out and sneaking back in again. You failed to inform me of your whereabouts, which could have had its own implications. And, you probably involved Lyndsy in some way too. Am I correct?”
“Yes ma’am. But PLEASE don’t punish Lyndsy. It was all my idea and my disrespecting the rules.” I looked pleadingly at her.
“You are not really in any position to ask me for any kind of favor at the moment. What will happen to Lyndsy is entirely up to me! Amy, I’m not angry with you, but I am extremely frustrated by this whole situation. I thought you trusted and respected me enough to at least come to me and inform me about your soccer commitments, and if you would have explained to me how much it means to you and why, we might have been able to work out an appropriate solution.”
“I’m sooo sorry!!! You just didn’t seem like there would be any negotiating or even a willingness to talk about me being grounded during that time.” I felt like that wasn’t enough to help her understand.
“What if something had happened to you?? Either from climbing around on the roof, or on your way to or from the match? Or even an injury at the game?? How do you think that would make me feel, or for that matter Lyndsy?” she questioned, with very good reasoning.
“I don’t know,” I replied with a very little voice while looking down at my hands, nervously playing with the lace of my athletic pants. I was already for the next game, however, under the circumstances, I didn’t expect that I would be participating this time.
“Well, do you remember what happened the last time you sneaked out?” Ms. Kane asked. I remembered it as if it had happened just yesterday. “Yes ma’am.” I was still not looking at her.
“Amy LOOK at me, and tell me, what happened the last time.” It was so embarrassing that I had to look at her and explain how she had punished me then. “Umm…. You spanked me in the kitchen. And, and then you took me in here, and spanked me with the brush, and the, the, then the belt.”
Ms. Kane was looking very firmly at me. “Didn’t it make any kind of impression on you back then? The dangers that could happen when you sneak out and I think you are here? Do I really have to be more severe with you to get my point across? Or, maybe I should just forbid you to play soccer??”
Now I suddenly was able to use my voice again. “No, please!!! I will do anything and accept anything, just don’t take soccer away from me!! That would destroy me!” Ms. Kane looked a bit surprised with that remark, maybe because that was the first time I had told her about something that really did matter to me, but in reality, it gave her the ultimate power.
She sighed and then said, “Okay. Obviously you won’t be playing today. You will call your coach and tell him that you won’t be participating. Because you disrespected your grounding, I am going to continue it for the rest of this month. Of course, you will also receive a spanking, and it will be a spanking you WON’T forget. Hopefully then it will prevent you from doing something like this again.” She paused, and I said nothing as I tried to digest being grounded for that length of time. After a few seconds of her looking at me, she said, “I want you to go to my cabinet and get the brush, the belt and another implement of your choice. BUT, I expect you to really think about what you did, and be fair in your selection! We can talk about the rest of your punishment after your spanking!”
Oh my, ‘the rest of the punishment’ I thought. She pointed at her cabinet, so I stood up and went over to it. I instinctively knew what she expected the third implement to be, and I had to give it to her to make up for this mess and to show her some respect which I had failed to show her by disobeying. I should have trusted her enough to have argued my case, but I had ruled that option out thinking she wouldn’t even consider listening to me.
I got the brush, the belt and stood some time and just looked at it. The cane. I was still afraid of it, but I knew I had to show her that I understood the seriousness of my actions and that this behavior wasn’t any different from when I chose to lie to her. I had fooled her once again, but this time the truth came from an unexpected place, and as I am very well aware, it just proves that lies tend to eventually blow up in your face. I grabbed the cane and went back to her. I handed her the three implements and waited for further instructions. She nodded and said, “Good. Let’s get started. Pants down, leave your panties on and get over my lap!”
I closed my eyes and did what she told me to. I took a deep breath and got over her lap. Both my hands were touching the floor and so were my toes. She started to spank me with her hand, and I counted under my breath. I guess it had become a bit of a habit, just in case she would ask what number it was. After ten smacks she pulled my panties down, and started again. She wasted no time and really meant business. The pace was too fast for me to keep count, so I ended up guessing until I just gave up. My bottom felt like it was on fire when she chose to take a break.
“Amy I know that you tend to give yourself a hard time doubting yourself and everyone around you, but I want to assure you, that when we are done here, there are no bad feelings between you and me. If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t spend time or energy on guiding you or worrying about you.”
She switched from her hand to the brush, and the spanking started again. The pace wasn’t as fast, so I managed to count a bit further this time, but after 40 swats with that I had to give up again! All I could hope for was that she really did care and would leave my skin unbroken!! I noticed that tears were silently dripping on the floor, and I tried to control myself again, because I knew she was far from done with me. After all there was still the belt and the cane, so if I broke down now, I had no idea where I would end up. I wiped the tears away with one hand. Ms. Kane of course noticed this movement, and rested again.
“How long have you been playing soccer Amy?” she asked me. I had trouble breathing, but because she asked me this, I had to focus, so I could answer her. “Since I was ten. I started because I had a crush on a boy who was playing.” Ms. Kane started to laugh, and that made me feel a bit better, even brought a little smile to my cheeks. “So when you play, you think of him??” she asked. ”NOOO, he stopped playing shortly after I started. I just loved the game and am good at it. I don’t doubt myself when I play and I believe I can make a difference for the team if I make the effort!” Ms. Kane was gently rubbing my bottom. “Hmm, well honey, or should I say baby girl like Lyndsy likes to call you,” I couldn’t help but smile. “I certainly believe that if you put forth effort you will make a difference in anything you put your mind to.” She slapped my bottom two times and said, “Okay. Let’s get on with this shall we”
She switched from the brush to the belt, folded it in half so she could administer it while I was still bent over her lap.
My bottom was really sore and the belt was excruciating. I had no idea how I was going to survive the cane!! I just hoped she would only give me five slaps with the belt, but when I got to ten, I once again gave up counting. This was entirely in control of Ms. Kane to make the judgment call as to when she thought I had enough. When the tears again started to flow I didn’t make an effort to wipe them away. I just let them come out and looked forward to getting this over with. For a moment I was thinking about if all this was really worth it, if that soccer match really meant that much to me, that I would endure this kind of punishment. But then again it wasn’t because of the soccer match, it was because I disrespected her, sneaked out, and basically lied to her.
She stopped the spanking with the belt and I knew I was facing the final part of this disciplinary retribution. She asked me to get up. She stood up as well and looked at me. She removed a tear from my cheek and then said something very confusing, “Amy get dressed and sit on the couch.”
I did as told, even though I would have preferred to be lying on my stomach. Then again it was probably safer to sit on my bottom instead of placing it in the range of the cane! Ms. Kane came over with the evil implement in her hand, and sat down on the chair in front of me again.
“Amy, I want you to think for the next five minutes about how much this soccer playing means to you, and if it is really something you feel is worth crossing the line with like you did. If your conclusion is Yes it was and is worth it, you will accept to receive 10 strokes with this cane before every match you have for the rest of this season! Then I will know that your heart is in this.” She handed me the cane, I guess so that I could bond to or something, after all it seemed like we were going to spend some regular time together in the future.
She went over to her desk and turned over an hourglass, which had the time of 5 minutes until it finished. In reality I didn’t need those five minutes, but somehow I liked sitting there, just watching the time slowly fade away, and watching her while she read over the newspaper. The presence of her had a relaxing effect on me, and I started to feel kind of sleepy. I started to dream away thinking of all the great experiences I have had throughout my life with soccer, how it often had helped me through difficult times, and I ended up thinking that I was lucky to be right here right now, because I felt just as free here.
“So baby girl, the five minutes are up, what did you decide?” She said as she stood up and walked towards me.
“First of all, I want to apologize for what I did last Wednesday. Secondly, I will, I do accept the discipline from the cane before every game.”
“Okay, I expect to get a copy of your schedule. Like I said you won’t be playing today, so you still have to make a phone call to your coach. You are still grounded, but you will be allowed to participate in any upcoming games. Now go on make that call and send Lyndsy in here please.”
I looked pleadingly at her again, and was about to say something in defense of Lyndsy, which made her stand up, step up to me, and speak first. “Amy, you need to start trusting me. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me? Have I ever done something to you or to anyone else in this house that was unfair??” I shook my head after a few seconds of thinking. Well, yeah, I thought to myself, she shouldn’t have unplugged our videogame back then, but seen objectively in that case, you can’t really argue that it was unfair.
“Good. Now get going.” I turned and started to walk but before leaving her office she called my name again, “Amy. Maybe you should leave that here with me??” She pointed at the cane I still had in my hands. Yes, we had bonded, well, at least as long as I held it in MY hands I felt very safe with it.
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As always, I very much enjoyed reading this. What are we all going to read when it’s over? :(
The stories have been great and all… but no need to worry. Dana is never at a loss for amazing content. I’m sure there will be plenty of awesome things to read, discuss and watch.
I REALLY hope there is more from those two writers in the future! Very enjoyable reads!
haha good good! :D