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2. The Spanked Girl Syndrome
Volume 1
By
Mike Winston

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4. Other Books By Mike Winston
Spanked Girls-A True Story
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5. Table of Contents
The Life Of A Husband
Long Overdue
The Coach
Secretary Secrets
Lessons For A Wayward Mother
The Initiation

6. The Life Of A Husband
For the third time in less than a minute, John Hargrove glanced at the
clock. Would five o’clock ever get here? John was an attorney at one
of the largest firms in the city and normally enjoyed his work but today
he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, the clock still read ten minutes to five. John sighed
deeply and let his attention wander for a few minutes. He had just
finished creating a will for an 81 year old woman who could barely hear
and smelled like mothballs. It had taken nearly two hours to explain
how a will worked. Finally, he had helped her to the door and watched
her teeter toward her car, thanking God that she would be off the road
before he drove home.
However, that wasn’t the reason he was in such a hurry to escape. He
had received a text from Leah, his wife of twenty-one years during lunch
that day, informing him that both of their children would be sleeping
over at friends’ houses that night. He loved his 15 year old son and 12
year old daughter and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with them, but
he rarely got the opportunity to be alone with his wife.
Spending quality time with his wife also gave him the opportunity to do
something he seemingly never got to do anymore; spank her. Yes, he
was one of those lucky men who got to spank his wife whenever he felt
the need or desire. And he ALWAYS seemed to have the desire. The
problem was that his house was constantly full of not only his own kids,
but their friends as well. So the spankings were not very frequent
anymore, to say the least.

7. When the kids were very young and could sleep through a tornado, he
and Leah had enjoyed a healthy sex life with almost nightly spankings.
His wife had blond hair, green eyes and had maintained her nice figure
even though she had passed the age of 40 a few years ago. Leah loved
spanking as much as John did. She had never been spanked at any time
before her marriage and discovered the fetish quite by accident.
Drifting off into a serious daydream, John thought about the night they
had discovered spanking and changed their sex life forever. It had been
a June evening in the first year of their marriage; John was gone for a
couple of hours playing ping pong with his buddy and neighbor, Paul,
the owner of a brand new table. There was apparently more drinking
than playing as John had staggered into the house, completely drunk and
singing at the top of his lungs. Leah just laughed and shook her head at
him as he ventured into the kitchen looking for a snack. He ate some
leftovers before plopping down next to her on the couch, letting his hand
caress her breast as she watched a baseball game on television.
She snuggled into him and he let his hand slide down to his favorite
feature; her ample bottom. Although, she worked out faithfully, Leah
had never been able to lose the extra weight in her thighs and rear end
she had gained after having her first child. She was sensitive about her
body and was thankful that her husband seemed to enjoy it so much. For
his part, John loved his wives large backside and made a habit of patting
it every time Leah walked by. He loved the overall thickness of her
lower body and the tiny waist. Now, while rubbing his favorite target,
the alcohol removed a lot of inhibitions and his courage grew.
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9. Long Overdue
Steve Thompson was by all accounts a successful man. He had been
president of his high school class, a football star and honor student.
After lettering all four years at a small Division 1 college as the starting
quarterback, he was even invited to try out for a few professional teams.
However, a bad knee convinced him that finance was his future and soon
a job at a prestigious Wall Street firm became a reality. At age 25, there
was a good salary, plenty of friends and a very bright future.
So what could be wrong?
Alex.
Alexandria Wilson was a strikingly beautiful girl of Russian descent
who still spoke with an accent which may or may not have been
legitimate. She literally could have been a famous model or on the
pages of Playboy. She was in a word; stunning.
Alex, as everyone called her, also happened to be the girlfriend of one
Steve Thompson. Steve had always been popular with women with his
tall athletic build, rugged good looks and friendly demeanor. He
seemingly had his choice of potential girlfriends. But this girl was
different. He had pursued her relentlessly, even driving by her
apartment once or twice a week in hopes of catching a glimpse of her. It
took nearly 3 months to get his first date and six weeks after that before
he finally got her into bed. She had been everything he imagined and
for the first time in his life, he was in love.
The problem was that Alex could be a monumental brat. Although
twenty-three years old, she constantly whined, complained, and often
acted pretentious. She would tell him what to wear, how to drive, where
to eat and even how to hold his fork. She expected him to wait on her

10. hand and foot and demanded he cater to her every whim. Although he
was extremely laid back, Steve found himself getting angrier and angrier
at his lovely girlfriend’s behavior and knew unless something changed
quickly, the relationship was not going to survive.
The final straw came on an unseasonably warm Friday evening in
October. The couple had plans to attend a party at the home of the CFO
of Steve’s company. All of the bigwigs would be there and it offered a
chance to not only relax with free food and drink, but an opportunity for
young Steve to impress his bosses in a social setting.
Steve left work promptly at five, went home, showered, shaved and put
on a pair of Polo jeans and stylish jacket. “Casual but cool,” he thought
to himself as he looked in the full length mirror. His clothes hung just
right on his six foot four frame, and he could have passed for a J Crew
Model. Surely, Alex would be happy with his appearance tonight.
Hopping into his Jeep Wrangler, which of course Alex hated, he made a
beeline for her exclusive condo.
Unlike Steve, she had been born into money and had always enjoyed the
best of everything. Her father was a multi-millionaire land developer
who wouldn’t be satisfied until he had chopped down every tree in the
state. Her mother was a stay at home wife obsessed with youth and
plastic surgery, going under the knife at least once a month for some new
procedure. Once an attractive woman, Steve thought she now resembled
the Joker from Batman fame with a face that always seemed to be frozen
in a perpetual smile.
And Alex was their only child. She had been to put it mildly; spoiled.
She enjoyed the best private schools, fabulous clothes, vacations, and a
chauffeur (until she turned sixteen at which time she was allowed to pick
any car she wanted). Never satisfied with anything, she continually

11. changed vehicles for one reason or the other. In a span of six months,
she had owned and driven a Mercedes, BMW, Ferrari, and even an
Aston Martin. She currently tooled about town in a Rolls Royce
convertible.
Yet there was a sweetness about her that would occasionally show itself
and gave hope to her boyfriend that their relationship could take the next
step. Steve could only long for the day when that type of behavior
would be a constant rather than an anomaly.
But what attracted everyone to her was the stunning beauty. Steve had
dated a few college cheerleaders and even a state beauty contest winner
in the past, but nothing came close to Alex. She had dark hair, dark
eyes, a cute turned up nose and perfect teeth. She was fanatical about
working out and had a body that most trainers could only dream about.
For her eighteenth birthday, she had invested in some very large breast
implants which added to the already perfect curves. However, her best
feature in Steve’s mind was that bottom.
He had always been partial to a great butt and could honestly say that
Alex’s was as good as it gets. Genetics and hours of climbing on the
Stairmaster had guaranteed a masterpiece. It was perfectly round yet
muscular and thick. And when she put on a pair of tight jeans, it was
almost too much to bear. Steve had always wanted to pull down those
jeans, lower her panties and blister that beautiful bottom for her bad
behavior and as a warm-up to great sex, but he knew that Alex would
never go for it and would probably have him arrested if he tried.
Just thinking about it as he drove gave him a rather sizable erection and
he turned up the radio to try to get his mind on something else. Singing
along loudly and badly with an old Marvin Gaye tune as he navigated
the crowded Friday traffic, he envisioned the night ahead. Could this be

12. the chance to impress his superiors and start moving up in the company?
One thing for sure, having Alex on his arm would certainly draw plenty
of attention, which made her an integral part of the evening.
He wheeled up to the guardhouse at Alex’s condo and waved at Larry,
the ancient guard who bore a striking resemblance to ex-president
Jimmy Carter. Larry simply opened the gate without a word and went
back to his crossword puzzle.
Steve bounded up the three steps and entered the three million dollar
condo full of energy and excitement. However, both feelings quickly
evaporated.
Alex entered from the bedroom wearing skin tight jeans and a white
sleeveless shirt that perfectly showed off her tanned, toned arms. Steve
estimated the shirt cost over a thousand dollars as all of her shirts did.
Her final piece of the puzzle was very high heels, a brand from France
that Steve couldn’t pronounce and didn’t want too. Her hair was
perfectly coifed and her breasts were at full attention.
“Wow!” Steve exclaimed while catching his breath. “You look
fantastic!” He reached over to give her a kiss, feeling the erection
coming to attention again until she pulled away in a huff.
“No babe, you know better than to kiss me when I just had my makeup
done!”
Steve felt his Johnson deflating like a tire that had just run over a nail.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
She did a slow twirl and asked, “Well, how do I look?”
“I just told you Alex, you look fantastic!”

13. She gave him a pouty look and actually said, “Well, I was expecting a
little more enthusiasm. I spent the entire day at the spa getting ready for
this night because you said it was important.”
Steve sighed deeply. More enthusiasm?
Alex moved on to her next complaint. “You aren’t wearing that jacket to
the party are you?”
“Of course I am wearing it,” Steve snapped.
“Well, it is a little old fashioned, don’t you think?”
Steve closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath.
She continued, “Are you going for the Miami Vice look?”
Thoughts of putting a gag or other objects in her mouth suddenly entered
his head, but he quickly pushed them aside.
“Look babe, I am wearing this and it is time to go, so just drop it okay?”
“Fine, if you want to look like an 80’s reject, then more power to you,”
she said dismissively while walking to the front door.
Steve watched her walk toward the door and was amazed at how the
heels made her perfect bottom sway from side to side. For the third time
in less than an hour, he felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to his
groin.
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15. The Coach
Livingston College was an elite, female only, liberal arts school located
in a remote portion of Vermont. The admission process was stringent
but could be relaxed for a big enough donation. The school had
jumpstarted many successful women’s careers over the years, including
senators, CEO’s, authors, educators and more.
Sports were limited to soccer and volleyball, with the latter having
experienced surprising success.
In fact, the program had become an unlikely powerhouse in Division 3.
Five straight national championships had made Livingston THE place to
go for young girls looking to get the best education the U.S. had to offer
while playing for a championship program.
Most of the school’s success could be attributed to one man: Coach
Wesley Carr.
Coach Carr (as he was called), was a former heavily decorated soldier
who actually did two tours of duty in Vietnam. He was now in his mid
sixties but looked much younger. He worked out for two hours a day
and had a lean hard body that younger men would kill for. His hair,
which had held up nicely, was now silver and provided the only clue to
his age.
He was what was referred to as “old school.” From a different era, he
believed in no nonsense, hard work and discipline. Plenty of discipline.
Coach Carr had played volleyball himself at Stanford University long
before the sport became mainstream. He had also done well for a time
on the beach volleyball circuit. The president of Livingston was actually
an ex lover of the coach and one day out of the blue had called to offer

16. him the job of volleyball coach. Retired and bored with the laid-back
lifestyle, the ex marine accepted the position under one condition; he
would do things HIS way.
And so began the rise to prominence of the program. It took only two
years to reach the national tournament and three to win a title. Coach
Carr became a semi-celebrity and his players became known for their
incredible work ethic, toughness, and sportsmanship.
His coaching style was all business. He believed in showing up early,
staying late and doing all the right things. If a player messed up, he
believed in discipline as a consequence.
Now, while most coaches use tactics such as running wind-sprints or
suspending players for a game, Coach Carr still used older, more tried
and true techniques: he spanked his players.
It had not taken long to get his players attention. During the first
practice, he showed up with a wooden paddle in the back pocket of his
sweat pants. The girls thought he was crazy as he put them through drill
after drill, popping them hard on the bottom with his thick paddle when
he didn’t feel the effort was good enough. On the second day, one of the
seniors cursed loudly after missing a spike. He immediately stopped
practice, instructed her to grab her ankles and proceeded to give her
three swats that reverberated throughout the entire gym. He then
lectured the entire team about language while the senior rubbed her
bottom and tried not to cry.
The players came to accept the old coach’s form of discipline after the
winning started. Long considered a laughingstock, suddenly the team
was feared and respected by opponents.

17. However, changing the athletic culture had not been without a few
bumps in the road. Near the end of the first season for instance, two
players attended a booze and drug filled off-campus party and on a dare,
ran around the block completely naked. Unfortunately for them, they
were seen by a policeman who happened to be driving home, and the
pair was arrested.
Coach Carr had been asleep for several hours when he received the call
from the police chief who had become a personal friend. The coach was
at the jail in less than thirty minutes, and using his persuasive style and
the promise of free season tickets to the chief, had all charges dropped.
The girls walked out of the back, wearing orange jumpsuits and sad
faces. When they saw Coach Carr, both began sniffling and dropped
their heads.
The coach looked at the girls and said, “I want to see both of you at 8 in
the morning dressed in your uniform.”
The girls both said, “Yes sir!” in unison as they followed him to his
truck. He dropped them off at their dormitory without another word.
The girls were near hysteria. They were fearful that not only would he
kick them off the team, but would report their arrest to the academic
dean which meant automatic expulsion from the university.
The players, Angie Warren and Lisa Torres were best friends and
roommates. Both were 19 and sophomores starters on the volleyball
team. Angie was white, affluent, and born in upstate New York. She
had been the homecoming queen in her high school and was very
popular with the boys. She was nearly six feet tall with legs that seemed
to last forever and a bottom that was perfectly shaped. Her smallish
breasts were just the right size. She had strawberry blond hair that she

18. normally kept in a ponytail, blue eyes and large smile for anyone she
met.
Lisa on the other hand, was from a blue collar family of Cuban descent
who had grown up in Miami. Her grandfather had come over on the
original flotilla back in the 1980’s. She was an exotic beauty with her
dark hair and simmering eyes. A hint of a slight Spanish accent only
added to her attractiveness. She was much shorter than her best friend,
barely reaching five foot six but was rife with athleticism. She had
impressive breasts and an extemely large, round bottom that so many
Cuban girls are blessed with.
The morning came quickly with little sleep, yet the girls were wide
awake, dressed and ready an hour before it was time to leave. Nervous
energy was rampant as they walked aimlessly around their dorm room,
making small talk. Each was dressed in their game uniform, which
consisted of a sleeveless shirt and the incredibly short spandex shorts
with nothing underneath that all volleyball teams wear.
At seven-thirty, the girls headed toward the gym. It was Saturday
morning and the campus was deserted. They found the coach standing
at the front door waiting for them. They attempted a good morning but
he simply pointed to his office and locked the door from the inside
before following them.
Both girls stood anxiously in the coach’s office until he entered. He
motioned for them to sit down.
“Girls,” he said, getting right to the point, “You have embarrassed
yourselves, your team, and your university.” His voice and gaze was
steely as he continued, “You know that this type of behavior won’t be
tolerated, so here is what we will do.”

19. Both girls looked at each other with a glimmer of hope as it didn’t sound
like they were going to be kicked off the team and out of school.
“We will start both of you on a behavior modification plan, effective
immediately. You will be expected to report to my office every Saturday
at 8 am in full uniform for the next four weeks. Your program will
include cleaning the entire gym along with my office and a punishment
spanking that will definitely get your attention. If you abide by your
plan, you may rejoin the team in four weeks.”
The best friends looked at each other and nearly smiled. They would be
allowed to stay on the team! And best of all, no one would ever know
what they had done.
Their excitement was short-lived however as they saw Coach Carr
pulling his well-used wooden paddle from the desk. They became even
more crestfallen when he pulled a thick leather strap from the same
drawer. Finally the coach reached behind his bathroom door and pulled
out a rather large cane and laid it on the desk next to the other two
implements.
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21. Secretary Secrets
Miss Chambers shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Despite the
luxurious, leather office chair, she was having difficulty sitting down as
a result of a long session with the hairbrush after work yesterday.
Her full name was Kristen Chambers, but her boss never called her
anything but Miss Chambers. She wasn’t even sure he knew her full
name. She was a recent graduate from Georgetown University with a
degree in sociology. Unfortunately, the degree had proven to be all but
worthless and she had been forced to move back in with her mother and
father at age 21. She began a frantic job search with the hope that she
could soon begin the next chapter in her life.
One day out of desperation, she had answered an ad in the local paper
for a secretary position at a successful law firm, and to her surprise, had
been hired on the spot. Her boss, Mr. Morris was bright, articulate,
funny, and handsome. He was one of three partners who had founded
the firm nearly twenty years ago. She guessed his age to be around 50.
He had a wife that Kristen thought was obnoxious and two children in
college whom she had never met.
Mr. Morris treated Kristen very well and paid even better. The firm was
extremely successful and the partners believed in sharing the wealth.
She loved her job and worked hard, determined to keep her wonderful
boss happy.
Unfortunately, her perfect bubble was about to burst. One sunny Friday
morning that dawned with a hint of spring in the air, she was called to
Mr. Morris’s office. Upon arrival, she noticed that the ever present smile
was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he appeared exceptionally angry.

22. He asked, “Miss Chambers, do you remember making an appointment
with a client for me last week? We were supposed to meet at the Hilton
for lunch?”
“Yes sir,” she replied not sure where the conversation was heading.
“Well, you forgot to inform ME of this appointment and now we have
lost this client to another firm!”
Kristen froze. How could she have done something so stupid? A new
thought suddenly crept in her mind; was he going to fire her?
She stammered, “I am so sorry Mr. Morris, there is no excuse. I must
have forgotten to put it on your calendar.”
“Sorry?” he said angrily. “Are you going to make up the lost revenue
that you have cost us?”
Kristen began to cry and sat there speechless. She wondered where she
would ever find another job like this one.
“You may plan on working late tonight Miss Chambers, and possibly
every night for the next week.”
“Yes sir, I am so sorry”
Mr. Morris seemed to soften just a little, and then gruffly said, “Now get
back to work.”
Kristen hurried to her desk, relieved that she hadn’t been fired and
determined to make up for the terrible mistake.
At five pm on a Friday, it never took the other employees long to vacate
the office. A couple of other girls invited Kristen to go have a drink, but
she declined, truthfully telling them she had to work.

23. She began organizing all the files as it was a task she had been putting
off for a couple of weeks.
She stayed busy for an hour or so and completely forgot her boss was
still in the building. Suddenly his voice startled her from the office door.
“Miss Chambers, come in here please.”
“Yes sir,” Kristen said as she dropped what she was doing and hurried
into his office.
He was standing near his desk with a stern look on his face. “Miss
Chambers, you have cost this firm a great deal of money and
embarrassed me in front of my partners. Since you can’t possibly pay
what was lost, I intend to collect in another way.”
Confused, Kristen blurted out, “How?”
Without saying a word, Mr. Morris reached into his desk drawer and
brought out a hairbrush with a circular wooden back. He motioned for
her to come to his desk.
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25. Lessons For A Wayward Mother
“ASSHOLE!” Wanda Fulks screamed as she hung up the phone. That
idiot principal from his daughter’s school had just called again and
relayed the news that her 16 year old daughter Katie had been caught
with drugs in her purse. He informed Wanda that a parent meeting
would be required to discuss options.
She had no time for pricks like Arthur Black, that idiot principal who
liked to pick on his daughter. Katie was a good girl; she just enjoyed
being social. And what was wrong with that?
Wanda was a single mother. Her husband had left when Katie was a
newborn and it had been a struggle ever since. She managed to get her
realtors license and now worked 12 hours a day scratching out a living
by selling homes in a town that nobody wanted to live in. How had she
gotten to this dump in Texas anyway?
She had been born in Tennessee and loved the mountains and the fresh
air that made you feel alive. In high school, she had been an
underachiever with little interest in grades but a huge interest in boys.
She was considered “hot” but trashy by the other students as she wasn’t
shy about kissing on the first date. Not surprisingly, when she was 17,
she became pregnant with Katie and despite her mother’s protests,
moved to Texas where the good-for-nothing father went to work on an
oil rig. Six months later, he was gone. Wanda had heard rumors that he
was now working at Wal-Mart back in their home town. She had no

26. desire to return to find out and settled into her new life in Trenton,
Texas, a one horse town if there ever was one.
As Katie had grown, Wanda had made it a point to be a “cool” mom.
She let her daughter stay up as late as she wanted and never said no to
any requests. They had gotten along great until Katie had turned 13.
Suddenly, mom could do nothing right and her daughter had no interest
in spending time with her. Katie began staying out until 3 am and
occasionally didn’t make it home at all. High school hadn’t gone well so
far with Katie making poor grades (despite being very smart) and
chronic discipline problems. And now that asshole principal wanted her
to come in to a meeting? Wanda had informed him in no uncertain terms
that she would come after quitting work for the day, be it at 5 or 7 pm,
she wasn’t going to hurry. He could just wait, she thought with a
snicker.
Around 6 that evening, she finally made her way to the school. The
parking lot was deserted with the exception of two cars, one of which
was parked in the “Reserved for Principal” spot. What a dick, she
thought to herself. Giving himself his own parking place?
She sauntered in the unlocked front door and entered the administrative
offices. No one seemed to be around so she called out loudly, “where
the hell is everybody?”
A smallish lady with dark hair stuck her head out of a door near the end
of the hallway.
“May I help you?” She said pleasantly.
Wanda snapped in her rudest voice, “I am supposed to meet that asshole,
Mr. Black about my daughter supposedly doing something wrong.”

27. Ignoring the profanity, the lady responded pleasantly, “Oh, you must be
Mrs. Fulks; I will let Mr. Black know you are here.”
Rather than saying thank you, Wanda just snorted in disgust. She had
been here ten seconds and was already sick of this place.
The small lady was clip clopping down the hall in high heels with a big
smile on her face.
“Hello Mrs. Fulks, I am Martha Hinckley, the principal’s secretary. Mr.
Black can see you now.”
Wanda almost yelled, “It is Ms. Fulks!”
The diminutive Mrs. Hinckley apologized profusely and began leading
Wanda down the hall toward the last door. Once inside, Wanda noticed
what she assumed was the secretary desk and then an open door to a
much larger office where dumbass Arthur Black was waiting for her
with a smile on his face.
He spoke first with a great deal of enthusiasm while sticking out his
hand, “Hello Mrs. Fulks, it is a pleasure to meet you!”
She snapped, “Look, asshole (her favorite word), I don’t want to be here
and I don’t want to shake your hand. AND IT IS MS. FULKS!”
The big smile disappeared from his face and the handshake was
forgotten. An apology was made for the salutation mistake.
He motioned her to a chair in front of his desk, “Have a seat please.”
She sat and glared at the principal, waiting for him to speak first.
Finally, the asshole began, “Ms. Fulks, I am sure that you are aware your
daughter had been in trouble several times this year and this morning,
our resource officer caught her with a bag of marijuana in her purse. We

28. didn’t have her arrested because I wanted to speak to you first in hopes
that together we could figure out a way to change Katie’s behav...”
Wanda cut him off before he could finish. “What I am aware of is that
you and your teachers have picked on my daughter since the day she got
her, just like in middle school. I am sick of your attitude, and frankly
I’m sick of your ugly face at this moment.”
She continued, “My daughter is a great girl. I believe you probably put
the drugs in her purse just to get her in trouble which is why I think you
are such an asshole. Well, one of the reasons anyway. I have a good
mind to sue you, the resource officer, the school board and any other
corrupt bitches that work here.”
She began to get louder, “Why don’t you pick on some of those rich,
preppie kids? Oh, I know, because their parents have more money than I
do? Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Black ass, I work hard for a
living, nobody handed me anything. But because I am not rich, you pick
on my daughter?
Remarkably, Arthur Black kept his composure as she continued to rant.
He must be a real pussy to sit there and take it like that, she thought to
herself as she continued to curse and yell at him.
After another minute or so, Mr. Black interjected, “Now Ms. Fulks, If I
ma…”
“No you may NOT,” she interrupted, “and you had better knoc…”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Mr. Black yelled loudly. “I HAVE LET YOU
TALK AND NOW IT IS MY TURN, SO BE QUIET AND LISTEN!”
Wanda was shocked into silence. She had never been spoken to that way
in her life. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what to do.

29. Mr. Black was now talking and had returned to his usual calm tone.
Wanda opened her mouth to interrupt again, but he raised his eyebrows
and she immediately closed her mouth.
“Ms. Fulks, we have a serious problem and it has nothing to do with me
or the other teachers. The problem is your daughter doesn’t know how
to behave and frankly, it is easy to see why. Your behavior today is rude
and juvenile and won’t be tolerated any more than I tolerate Katie’s bad
behavior.”
Still silent, Wanda wondered what that meant.
He continued, “Here is the situation. Your daughter has been caught
with drugs. According to the code of conduct, this means automatic
expulsion. In addition, she can never return to this school again.”
Wanda’s mouth dropped. “But there isn’t another school within 75 miles
of here! What would she do?”
“That is not my concern at the moment,” he lectured. “My concern is
her behavior and your behavior, both of which need to be corrected. I
will offer you a solution. You have one opportunity to accept it or we
shall withdraw Katie right now while you are here.”
Wanda felt a glimmer of hope. She couldn’t drive her daughter all the
way to the next town every day, and there was no other option. She was
all ears.
“What is the solution?” she asked.
Mr. Asshole spoke in his calm voice, “We will begin a behavior plan for
your daughter and for you. There will be specific outcomes that will be
expected, such as speaking without cursing for example. If these
outcomes are not reached, the result will be corporal punishment.”

30. “Corporal punishment?” she asked with an incredulous look on her face.
“You mean school paddling?”
“Among other methods,” he replied.
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31. The Initiation
The reporter stopped reading and wearily rubbed her eyes. She had been
at it for at least three hours without a break and was getting nowhere.
Research was never fun, but if there was the chance of a huge story, she
would put in the time. And she wanted to believe that there was a
HUGE story here just waiting for the right reporter to break it to the
world.
It was funny how things worked. Yesterday had been a regular day at
work, a minor fender bender, a bon fire at the high school pep rally, and
the usual grind of boredom. Obviously there was nothing that would
win her a Pulitzer Prize or any kind of prize for that matter.
Amy Moss had ambition. Still only 28 years old, she had always
wanted to be a journalist. When she was in kindergarten, she was the
only kid in her class that knew (or cared) who Katie Couric was. She
had been the editor of her high school paper, “The Blooming Onion”,
and had tried to transform it into a serious publication. Alas, the only
feature that was popular was the fashion page where the good looking
girls modeled the latest clothes from a local boutique.
Intent on a career as a famous journalist, she majored in journalism at
Florida State University and graduated on time unlike so many others
that just wanted to party. However, she was unable to duplicate her high
school success in becoming editor of the school paper and had instead
been relegated to a lowly reporter all four years.

32. After graduation, the only job she could find was at a small daily paper
in Northern Florida. She packed her bags and moved a hundred miles
east to begin her path to stardom.
Single and prepared to dedicate her life to her job, Amy was assigned as
a beat reporter to cover local stories only. After a few months of
covering bake sales and PTA meetings, it became apparent that her
career was going nowhere.
Until yesterday. She had been sitting at her desk writing an obituary
because the regular obit writer was on vacation making his annual
pilgrimage to Graceland, when the phone rang.
She answered on the first ring happy to have a reprieve, “Hello, this is
Amy!”
After a few seconds of silence on the other end, Amy started to hang up
when she heard a muffled voice, “Hello is this Amy Moss the reporter?”
Strange. “Yes, it is, how may I help you?”
The female voice still barely audible said, “I think I have a story that you
could use.”
Amy rolled her eyes. She constantly had quacks calling and telling her
about the latest Bigfoot sighting or giant Feral Hog that had been shot.
She responded without enthusiasm, “OK, what is it?”
The voice hesitated and Amy grew impatient.
“Look, I am really busy here so unless you have something to tell me, I
am need to go.”
“Have you heard of Dakota College in Georgia?” said the voice.

33. Of course Amy had heard of it. One of the finest schools in the nation
and extremely hard to get into.
“Yes,” she said into the phone.
“Well, the sororities there do some really bad things; hazing I mean.”
Amy grew impatient. “Go on.”
The voice sounded sad. “Well, I was a pledge and I know firsthand what
they do. And I want it stopped.”
Amy stopped typing the obituary and paused; this sounded legitimate.
The voice continued, “The sorority I pledged, Sigma Sigma Sigma is the
best one on campus, but I had no idea what you had to do to be accepted.
I refused to play their games and actually quit school to get away from
them.”
Amy was all ears now and asked the voice for her name. Her phone
partner refused and said emphatically that there would be no names.
Amy was taking notes now. “Okay then, tell me what their hazing
included?”
“I don’t have to tell you, I have it on tape.” The phone went dead.
24 hours later, Amy was ready to give up. She had desperately tried to
find the mysterious caller even asking the police to check cell phone
records with the excuse that the caller had threatened suicide. The
sergeant at the desk tried hard not to laugh as she explained what she
needed. So she had spent the last 3 hours researching Dakota College
and the sorority hazing connection. So far she had exactly nothing.
That had never been a published complaint of hazing and the Tri-Sigs as
they were called were admired and canonized throughout the state for
their tireless charity work.

34. She slammed her fist against the table. Damn! Was this some kind of
hoax?
“Screw it!” she said out loud oblivious to her coworkers giving her
strange looks.
Amy stopped on the way home at a local watering hole called the Dew
Drop Inn. She downed two beers in less than 10 minutes and began to
feel a little better. A couple of stoners tried to hit on her and she told
them to get lost.
Two more beers and some stimulating conversation with a man who
claimed to have three nipples finished off her night. She staggered
slightly to her car and headed home. Stumbling up the steps to the front
door, she noticed a small envelope resting on her door knob.
She snatched it, fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door. She
immediately went to the bathroom, urinated at least two beers worth, and
brushed her teeth as the lingering taste of beer was something she hated.
She remembered the envelope and walked back to the kitchen. She
opened it with her letter opener shaped like a penis (a gag gift from a
friend), and poured out the contents. A single item spilled out onto the
counter. It was a DVD, the kind that you buy at Kmart and then record
your favorite music or TV shows. Curious, she looked closer. It was not
an audio disc, definitely a video. She walked to her computer, inserted
the disc and began watching what would change her life forever.
It was a very clear DVD, almost HD quality. She scooted her chair
closer. It appeared to be the inside of a HUGE sorority house and there
were twenty or thirty young college aged girls in the massive room. All
were wearing Tri-Sigma shirts and all appeared to be stunningly
beautiful.

35. “I want some of what they have been eating,” Amy said out loud
completely jealous.
The girls were festive, drinking heavily, and doing chants that were silly
and somewhat annoying to Amy, who had never been in a sorority and
thought all of them were snooty. Suddenly a door at the top of the
screen opened and another attractive young lady entered the room
followed in a straight line by 6 completely nude girls.
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