<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=75057.msg3337391#msg3337391">Quote from: Haibane on 22-07-2010, 15:13:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">STEPHANIE<br/><br/>I sighed at his explanations. He was making me cross, he was much too lippy for my taste. I folded my arms under my bust which brought my cane into view. I now had my ankles as well as my arms crossed, if he didn't get the body language soon he would be placing himself in big trouble. Big Trouble.<br/> I lifted a hand to make him pause at that point, <strong>"Kevin, please. Headmistress, may I interject here?"</strong> I turned my attention back to the seated boy, <strong>"Go ahead please and speculate. Not just names but more importantly, <em>why</em>. Miss Winters and I are both quite keen to know why a person would vandalise your locker plate so that the numbers were altered to spell that certain word."<br/><br/>"In addition Kevin, while the vandalism may not have been of your doing <em>you</em> failed to report it. You seem content to continue at Porter with your locker number converted to a rather humiliating word. Of course the word can mean other things but given the content of your assignment I seriously doubt you wish your school friends to go about thinking you are a submersible marine vessel."</strong><br/><br/>I let him digest all that and answer the questions and then he went on further.<br/> I pounced. <strong>"I don't believe Miss Winters said anything about it being <em>read</em> on the premises. The issue is it's here and that is bad enough. You brought it into school against regulations. I am of no mind if you read the Marquis de Sade on the bus, or Chunky Ass Monthly, or molest girls or do any number of other things in your private time but you do NOT bring filth like this into our school. Is that quite clear?"</strong><br/><br/>Having made that point and given him a chance to respond the interview moved on.<br/> Pushing up with my rump against the windowsill and tilting forward at the hips I stood upright and walked around behind the seated boy, my high heels clicking on the polished wood floor of my lover's office, a floor I knew well, both to kneel on and lie on, my back arching in pleasure.<br/><br/><strong>"Your tone, Kevin, your tone of address. You are forgetting yourself young man. I do not take kindly to your use of phrases like 'digging' and the suggestion we are making things up."</strong> I stopped behind him and put my hands on the back of his chair at the edges of his shoulders. I leaned forward so that my face was quite close to his but a little behind and to one side.<br/><br/><strong>"Kevin, you are in an extremely serious situation here. Pornographic material in school is bad enough, your assignment piece is worse. You took a respected nineteenth century South American work and focused entirely on certain pornographic and sexual slants in one of the book's key relationships. You focused on the submission by the slave to his owner's wife. Your work is not acceptable but that is not the point. The point is I wish to know exactly why you chose to highlight a domination-submission relationship in a school assignment, why you read BDSM porn, why you leave online store bondage gear pages in your locker, why your fellow students would label you a SUB and most of all~"</strong> I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled forth a piece of paper. On it were listed in merciless black ink on white in a large font the suspect word list from his INTHOUGHT account. <strong>"~I wish to know why you write in your school computer account using words like these. They're not random single occurrences but occur multiple times. Miss Winters specifically asked you about this a few moments ago. That you chose to ignore her question did not go un-noticed."</strong><br/><br/>I put my face very close to his, well inside his personal space.<br/><br/><strong>"Please tell us, Kevin, why you write about myself and Miss Winters in such terms. Why you submitted such a blatant assignment piece."</strong> I stopped, waiting for him to respond, my glossy red lips, a little parted, only two or three inches from his ear.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>He could tell he was pushing his luck, and backed off a bit, not wanting to alienate the two women entirely with his tone. He had asserted - correctly - that this wasn't entirely reasonable and just, and that was enough.<br/><br/>"My apologies Ma'am."<br/><br/>He sighed softly, looking a bit resigned. "I didn't think the paper was inappropriate - there wasn't anything pornographic in it, and the assignment was to write about a significant relationship in the novel. Their's was, so I wrote about it. And I didn't deface my locker - odds are it was one of my friends, a few of them, male and female, know or have guessed my...inclinations in that direction. I didn't even know we could report vandalism - I had it covered up with a magnet until the school policies about locker decoration changed."<br/><br/>His gaze dropped to the floor. "I'm sorry about the reading material - all there is to it. It won't happen again." Finally, looking tired, and forlorn, he looks at them both. "I did write about the both of you - I'm pretty sure nearly every boy and half the girls have. You're both very pretty, and important parts of our lives. I...I guess its a form of admiration."<br/><br/>By the time the "interview" is done, he looks like he's on the verge of tears. He's no model student, but he gets good grades, participates in sports, and has a disciplinary record that is best described as "trivial". But both of them are acting like he's about to be dragged out of here in cuffs. He looks at both of them, stopping at Miss Winters. "I...if you're going to expel me, I'd appreciate it if you'd just pull my scholarship instead. It will achieve the same end, and I'll at least have a chance at getting into a college afterward."<br/><br/>