A Trip to the Principal's Office (Jana's Journey, Part One) by Natasha Stevens Page A

and my mother is very busy also, sometimes we get behind on the laundry.” 
    “You don’t have boyfriends, I know. You keep to yourself. You don’t socialize much. You’re very serious. Is your mother proud of you?”
    “Yes, she is,” Jana said, all too aware that from his position the principal could see directly down her blouse into her shirt, could see her ample breasts, cupped in the ti ght lace white and red bra. It was one of her favorites, but she had known she shouldn’t wear it to school. 
    “You live alone with your mother, if I’m not mistaken. Immigrants from Russia, right?”
    “ Yes, sir. We came here five years ago. But my father was American. ” 
    “ I saw in your file that your mother is only 36. A little younger than me. Not married?”
    “No sir. My father hasn’t lived with us for many years.”
    “Your mother got pregnant at a young age, it seems. ”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Is that why you’re a good girl? She warned you not to make the same mistakes she did?”
    “Yes,” she said , in a small voice. She felt herself begin to tear up. Her mother worked so hard and wanted only the best for her daughter.
    “So what would your mother think, if she knew that you came in here, with your blouse unbuttoned, showing me your bra?”
    Jana felt tears coming to her eyes. “But I didn’t do it on purpose , s ir!” 
    “Just tell me. What would she think, if she knew that you did this?”
    “I didn’t mean to do it! I’ll button it back up if you let me!”  Her hands moved up to fasten the button and she was surprised when he rather roughly pushed her hands away.
    “I told you not to do that,” he said.
    She looked down at her hands in her lap. She felt the heat radiating off her, so scared, so helpless, feeling her nipples tingle on her breasts, which felt all too exposed.
    He sat next to her on the small sofa. “Aren’t you proud of your body, Jana?”
    She couldn’t answer, looking down.
    “Answer me, Jana.”
    “I am,” she said. “I exercise a lot. I used to do ballet, back in Russia.”
    “Why did you stop ? ” he asked.
    “My breasts got too big,” she said, and then clutched her mouth in embarasment at what she’d said.
    Principal Stevens leaned back and smiled. “You know what we call girls who like to show off their bodies, but never go out with anybody? Never let anybody touch them?”
    She looked down at her hands in her lap.
    “Yes,” she said finally. “I know.”
    “What’s that word, Jana?” he asked softly.
    “Tease,” she said. “The other students call me a tease, a lot.”
    “Do you think you’re a tease, Jana?” his voice was smooth and soft.
    She felt a tear roll down her hot cheek and splash into her cleavage.
    “No,” she said meekly. “I’m a good girl!”
    “Does a good girl show off her breasts to the principal, Jana?”
    She shook her head back and forth.
    “I know how upset your mother will be. Won’t she be upset?”
    “Yes! Very!” More tears rolled down her cheeks.
    “Then I’ll give you a choice. Either I can call your mother and tell her what you did, or we can use corporal punishment.”
    She sniffled. “What’s corporal punishment?”
    “A spanking. It’s permitted here; your mother signed a form allowing it.”
    “But … I … ” S he felt more hot tears running down her chest into her bra. “I’m a good girl!” she said desperately.
    “That’s why I’m giving you a choice, Jana. Don’t you see that I want to help you, here?” He stroked her long blonde hair.
    “Yes,” she said quietly. She felt the warmth and strength radiating from him, as he sat a few inches away from her. “I know you want to help me.”
    “I do,” he said softly. “So, what’s your choice?”
    “Will it hurt,” she asked. “The spanking, I mean?”
    She felt his whole body seem to expand as a huge smile broke out on his face. “Only a little, Jana.”
    She nodded shyly, wiping tears from her eyes. “Okay, the