Katrina had barely thought about school or Probation Hall all through winter break. It had been remarkably easy for her to lie to her parents and tell them that she passed her classes. She did sincerely hope that it would be the last time that she would have to lie to them about school. They were a little surprised that she was switching rooms in the middle of the year. She passed that one off by saying the she requested a single room because she thought it would help her concentrate on her studies better. Of course, that hadn’t been a lie.
There really was no difference between Probation Hall and the hall she moved off of. There were other parents moving their daughters onto her hall, and there was a flurry of activity. The R.A. came around to say hello and introduce herself.
Even though she was only a little bit younger than her parents, she looked to be in her twenties. The only thing that gave her away was her auburn hair, which was greying a little bit by her temples.
“Mr. and Mrs. Halaway,” she said, before she saw Katrina. “I’m the R.A. on the hall. Jeannie,” she said, extending her hand.
“Hello, Jeannie,” Mrs. Halaway said, taking her hand and shaking it. “It’s nice of the school to allow Katrina to have her own room.”
“I’m comfortable knowing that there will be fewer distractions,” Mr. Halaway said.
“Oh, there will be,” Jeannie said. “Our hall has 24-hour quiet hours. It’s often as quiet here as it is in the library, which I know has helped a lot of students stay focused on their school work.”
Katrina was standing quietly by her dresser, listening to Jeannie. A thought flashed through her head, but she shook it away quickly. This woman is going to spank me. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She felt the color rise to her cheeks.
Her sigh, although soft, got Jeannie’s attention.
“Hello,” she said, warmly. “I didn’t even know you were in here. You’re so quiet!” Jeannie went to her and extended her hand. Katrina took it, and Jeannie shook her hand firmly. Strong hands. Katrina stifled the nervous giggle.
“Hi,” she said, shyly.
“Take your time settling in,” she said. “If you need anything, I’m right down the hall. We have a hall meeting at seven, so if I don’t see you for the rest of the afternoon, I’ll see you then.”
“Seven,” Katrina’s father said. “We were going for dinner at six.”
“We can go early, right, Dad?” Katrina said. “I want to be here for the meeting.”
Jeannie and Katrina smiled at each other with a mutual understanding.
“I suppose we can, if it’s that important to you, honey.”
“It is,” she said, trying not to be too forceful.
“Well, enjoy your dinner, and I’ll see you later. Mr. and Mrs. Halaway, it was nice to meet you,” she said, shaking their hands again.
“It was nice to meet you, too, dear,” Katrina’s mother said. “What a nice girl,” she said, when Jeannie left.
Katrina’s parents help her set up her room and put her things away. They weren’t able to get to dinner until 5:30, and the service was so slow that she wasn’t able to get back onto the hall until 7:15. When she did arrive, she was terribly embarrassed to find that everyone on the hall was waiting just for her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, softly, blushing deeply, and taking her seat.
“Great! Now that everyone is here, we can start,” Jeannie said. “Let’s go around and say our names, year, and major.”
Most of the girls on the hall were freshman, but there were a couple of sophomores, and one junior. All of them seemed as nervous as Katrina.
“As you all know by now, I’m Jeannie, and I’m the R.A. on the hall. This meeting is going to be short because I want to talk to each of you individually and give your schedules to you. Right now we’ll just go over the basics. You know you’re all here for a reason, but understand that the past is the past. I’m not going to judge you on whatever kind of trouble you got into last semester because I don’t think shaming you is going to help you become better students. What you are all getting is a clean slate. If you are successful on the hall, then it will be as if last semester didn’t even exist. The deal that the administration has with the students who opt for the hall is that their previous semester will not even appear on their transcripts.”
“As your deans have probably told you, rules are pretty strict around here. When I meet with each of you, I’ll be giving you a handbook, which is about 30 pages long. It’s terribly boring, but it’s important that you read it. I truly hate to catch people off guard as far as the rules go. I also want you to know that I’m not just here for discipline. In fact, I hope you’ll come to me about any problems you are having academically, socially, emotionally, and even physically. I know the campus quite well, and I’ve got enough connections to make excellent referrals for just about anything from gynecologists to tutors.”
Some of the girls giggled at that just a bit.
“We’ll have a hall meeting once a week on Sunday nights, just to hang out, talk, and have fun. You’re not allowed to have anyone in your room, and you are not allowed to have outside visitors on the hall. If you bond with someone on this hall, the lounge is open during certain hours of the day and you can sit in here and chat. Also, the phone is out here, too, and the ringer is on only during the times that the lounge is open. You are not allowed to be on the telephone when the lounge isn’t open.”
“I think that’s all I need to tell you as a group. Does anyone have any questions?”
“Do we get time off for good behavior?” one of the girls said, and Jeannie winked at her. All of the other girls laughed nervously.
“Cute,” Jeannie said. “Although there is an answer to that, which I’ll explain to each of you individually. We work on a merit system here, and if there is a serious improvement in your grades and organization especially, you have a chance to earn more privileges.”
“Okay, if there isn’t any more questions, I’ll start seeing each of you individually. Katrina, I’d like to see you first. Everyone else, there is a sign up sheet on my door. Sign up for a time that you would like. You have the evening to yourself until 11 pm. Don’t be late for your meeting with me, and don’t miss the curfew. I’d hate to punish people on the first day.”
With that, everyone got up. Katrina’s heart pounded as she followed Jeannie to her room. Katrina sat on Jeannie’s bed as she closed the door.
“I hate to start off the semester like this, Katrina, but I have to spank you.”
Katrina’s heart leapt into her throat.
“I know that you were out with your parents, but the rules here are pretty strict about tardiness.”
“I understand,” Katrina said, softly, and Jeannie’s look of concern faded to a look of surprise. She hadn’t expected immediate compliance. Usually girls tried to argue their way out of it, but Katrina didn’t.
“I’m not going to be too hard on you because it’s the first day,” Jeannie said, gently, sitting on her bed. “But I think we should get this out of the way, so you’ll be able to pay attention when I go over your schedule with you.”
Katrina nodded, looking at the floor.
“Just so you know, this room is sound-proof, so no one will hear what’s going on,” Jeannie said, and Katrina nodded again.
“Okay,” she said, softly. Her heart was pounding loudly. “W-What do I do?”
Jeannie patted her lap, and Katrina understood. She didn’t know how she understood, considering that her parents never raised a hand to her in her entire life. She lay across Jeannie’s lap awkwardly, her stomach doing flip-flops. She felt Jeannie shift her into a good position, and then Jeannie put her hand around her waist.
Katrina jumped when Jeannie’s strong hand slapped her bottom. The slap was not as painful as it was startling. Katrina’s body jerked under Jeannie’s rhythmically striking hand, and her bottom grew warm quite quickly. Involuntarily, Katrina started to cry. The spanking really didn’t hurt; it came more as a relief to the tension of a long day. Katrina found herself being thankful that she was getting spanked the first day. It saved her the anxiety of anticipation. She knew what to expect.
Jeannie helped her up. She put her arm around Katrina and offered her a tissue.
“You don’t fight it. That’s good,” she said, quietly. “It’s so much easier for you if you don’t fight it. I think you’re going to have a very successful semester.”
“Thank you,” Katrina said, beginning to calm down.
“Okay,” she said, “this is your schedule.” She handed Katrina a small packet. The top of the first page said, “Monday.” Katrina browsed it. “It’s highly structured,” Jeannie said. “You’re on level 1, so that means that pretty much every second of your day needs to be accounted for. Everything is scheduled for you on Level 1, including meal times, bed times, and even exercise. You’re paired with someone on the hall, in your case, it’s,” she thumbed through Katrina’s packet and turned to the back page. “Anna Shulman. We do the buddy system because I don’t plan to follow you around campus to make sure that you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing. Anna and you will walk to classes together, go to meals together, and exercise together. We also have the buddy system so that students on the hall can give each other support and keep each other motivated.”
Katrina nodded, looking at her schedule. She smiled slightly. This was going to help her; she could feel it.
“You get a hour of free time a day, and you also get most of Saturday to yourself. There is usually a social event planned for Saturday, either during the day or at night that you are required to go to. I know that it seems a bit strange to require socializing, but we don’t want to all to get too serious about school because that always backfires. We don’t want you guys to get burnt out. The Saturday night curfew for Level 1 is 11 pm. You have Sunday mornings off, also. Lights out is at midnight, except on Saturday, when it’s one am. When you reach Level 2, your curfew gets extended to midnight on Saturdays.”
“If there is planned time to study at night, why is there a curfew?” Katrina said.
“That’s for the people who study or need to do research in the library or use the computer lab,” she said. “Do you have your own computer?”
Katrina nodded.
“There’s no internet connection in your room, so you will have to check your e-mail on your free time. Although, there are times when you might not actually have any school work that you need to do, in which case, the time becomes yours, so you can choose to go out if you wish.”
“Does that happen often? That people get all of their work done?”
“Actually, yes. Some people come onto the hall, ready to work hard, and their hard work ends up getting rewarded. They are able to hand in papers early, complete all of their assignments for the week so that they can go out on Friday night. It happens pretty frequently. There are actually only two situations where that doesn’t happen: the first one is that the student just won’t get that much work done for whatever reason, playing computer games, staring into space, whatever, and the second one is that we do end up diagnosing one or two students with a learning disability, in which case they have to work harder to keep up. In the case of a learning disability, we often let them take a night off once in a while just to get a break.”
“Here is the handbook. It lists all of the important things: the lounge hours, the rules of the hall, the minimum grades allowed, etc. It’s a dull read, but I strongly suggest that you read it anyway, and let me know if you have any questions.”
Katrina nodded. Jeannie opened the door, and when Katrina stepped out the door, the girl who spoke up at the meeting was signing up for a time to speak with Jeannie.
“Oh, this is perfect,” Jeannie said. “Katrina, this is Anna. Anna this is Katrina. You guys are going to be hall buddies.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Katrina said, offering her hand. Anna shook it firmly.
“Great!” she said. “We can keep each other from going insane.”
Katrina smiled. “I’ll probably need that.” She turned to Jeannie. “I do have a question. If classes don’t start until Wednesday, what schedule do I follow until then?”
“Well, the time is pretty much yours to do with as you please. There is a list of things that need to be done before Wednesday, and you’ll find that in the handbook. Other than that, enjoy your time while you still have it.”
“Okay, thank you,” Katrina said. “It was nice meeting you,” she said to Anna, and started to walk back to her room.
“Hey, Kat?” Anna called, and Katrina smiled. No one had ever called her Kat before. She turned around. “Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow morning?”
“I’d love to. What time?”
“I like to sleep late, so how about 10?”
“Sure,” Katrina said. “I’m room 233.”
“I’ll knock on your door at 10 then,” Anna said.
“Great!”
Katrina went into her room, shut her door, and locked it out of habit. She sat on her bed for a moment and looked around. It was going to be an interesting semester. She lay down on her stomach and started to read the handbook. The rules were just as strict as the rules of her parents, with the exception of the curfew, which on the hall was an hour later on Level 1 than it was at home. She closed her eyes, still feeling Jeannie’s hand on her bottom. She couldn’t consciously admit it yet, but it had been a pleasant, almost pleasurable feeling. The only thing that she could admit to herself at the moment was that she felt safe on the hall. Protected. When she had first come to the university, she felt like she was in a sinking boat without a paddle (pardon the pun.) When things had gotten really bad, she felt that she had no where to turn because she had spent a time or two holding back the hair of her resident adviser as she threw up from drinking too much. Katrina still wasn’t familiar with all the campus resources, and she did honestly want to have a successful college career. She had never gotten a grade lower than a B in her entire life until she came to college.
It was only 8:30 when she looked at her clock. She decided to take a walk down to the bookstore to get a few of her books. It couldn’t hurt to have them around before the hustle and bustle really kicked in. She was almost out the door when she realized that she should probably leave a note for Jeannie- just in case. She was surprised to find the bookstore practically deserted, and she found all of her books quickly and easily. She saw one of her friends and they went to the café for some coffee. Katrina actually got some tea because she didn’t want to be full of caffeine when she tried to go to sleep. At quarter to ten, she told her friend that she was tired and wanted to go back to her room. Her friend seemed to understand, and Katrina was relieved.
Katrina got back to her room and started to put away her books. At ten, there was a knock on her door.
“Come in,” she said.
“Oh, good, you’re back,” Jeannie said.
“I wasn’t sure, so I just figured I should be back by 10.”
“Good plan. 11 would have been fine to. Just so you know, 11 is the curfew for tomorrow night, too. Thanks for the note,” she said.
“Was that right?”
“Yes. I do need to know where you are, even on your free time.”
“I went to the café after the bookstore,” Katrina said.
Jeannie held up her hand. “I didn’t hear that. Next time, call, okay?”
“I will,” Katrina said, smiling. “Thank you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t expect everyone to be right in line right away. Besides, my fangs tend to not really come out until classes start,” she said. “The Early Bird Walk is on for tomorrow morning if you’re awake. Of course, I have a feeling it will just be me and Dave tomorrow.”
“Dave?”
“Oh, Dave’s the resident adviser on the boy’s hall. The early morning walk is a shared activity with the guys. Between you and me, mostly the girls take the walk with us.”
Katrina smiled.
“We meet in the Lounge, so if you’re up, join us. It’s a nice way to start the day,” she said.
“Thank you. I will if I’m awake.”
Katrina was very tired. She decided to get into bed a bit early. She was only asleep for an hour and a half before she heard a knock on her door. She woke up, disoriented, and stumbled to the door to unlock it.
“Hi, sorry to wake you up,” Jeannie said. “You’ve got to leave your door unlocked, otherwise, I’ll think that you’re not here.”
“Okay,” Katrina said, sleepily. “I will. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I don’t think it’s in the handbook. Have a great sleep.”
“Thanks.”
She went back to bed and in her daze, she thought about Jeannie’s strong hand again. Her hand drifted between her legs and she began to rub her clitoris gently. Her toes curled slightly at the sensations of feeling Jeannie’s hand warming her bottom. There were no images; just sensations. Her stomach pressed against Jeannie’s legs, Jeannie’s arm around her waist, but particularly her hand. That strong hand that came down hard on Katrina’s bottom. She heard Jeannie’s voice,
“You’ve got to keep the door unlocked.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said, but since she was half asleep, all that came out was an intelligible mumble.
She sighed deeply as she came closer and closer to climax. Her toes curled and her heartbeat sped a bit. In her near dream state, she could feel the sting of Jeannie’s hand on her bare bottom. The dream immediately dissolved at the moment of climax, and Katrina fell into a deeper and more restful sleep.