Alternative Psychology

Chloe smelled her hair. She breathed in, sighed and returned to fiddling with it. The tobacco scent was still very noticeable, and it would probably stay that way until she washed it. There was no way she could deny she had been smoking.

  It had been a stupid idea in hindsight. One of the most popular girls in class, Samantha Mueller, a beautiful athletic blonde, had approached Chloe yesterday in the cafeteria, offering her to go for a smoke when school was out. Chloe couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had always looked up to pretty Samantha Mueller, the girl who couldn’t give a rat’s arse about what people thought about her, the girl with THE attitude, the girl who had a different boy for every day of the week, and she approached HER, the dorky girl, the student, the boring loner.

  Okay, maybe Sam WAS a terrible role model for quiet and innocent Chloe, but she couldn’t help be fascinated by her. She had this certain authority over her, which, combined with her beauty, was almost frightening to behold. Chloe wasn’t into girls - well, as far as she knew at least - but Samantha intrigued her and she was often the subject of her thoughts while she was daydreaming during class. So how could she possibly refuse an offer made by her?

  Unfortunately, things turned out for the worst when both of them were caught while smoking their cigarettes by miss Harrington, the librarian, and promptly an appointment was made with the dean for the next day.

  So there they were, both the popular girl and the practically invisible girl, both sitting next to each other, in front of the Dean’s office. Chloe couldn’t help but feel nervous. She was a good student, always on time, always her homework done, and had never really gotten into serious trouble before. Fidgeting with an orange lock of hair, she looked up at Sam.

  She seemed strangely calm, playing with her phone and chewing on a piece of strawberry bubblegum. Chloe wasn’t entirely sure if she did that to mask the smell of the cigarette, or just out of total disrespect for the school’s authority. Maybe she was just chewing gum because she liked the taste. Chloe often found herself overthinking things, she had noticed. Nevertheless, this was obviously not Sam’s first rodeo.

The door to the Dean’s office opened and his head peeked outside. He was an old, tired-looking man, with a salt and pepper coloured mustache and balding hair.

  “Mueller, Cameron, in my office now,” he said monotonously. They were not the first troublemakers he dealt with today, Chloe noticed from the tone of his voice.

  Sam stood up immediately, not even bothering to spit out her gum or to take her earbuds out and marched to his office. Chloe, a bit more reluctantly, stood up as well and walked after her role-model.

  The Dean’s office was exactly as you’d expect. A desk in the middle of the room, a wide window with a view on the sport’s field, a heavy oaken bookcase full of books and folders and a couple of pictures on the wall from his fishing trips.

  The man himself was sitting behind his desk and rubbed his temples before putting on his glasses.

  “Mueller, I am not even going to bother today,” he said with a sigh, “This is the third time this month you have been caught smoking, you know what you’ve done wrong, yadda-yadda-yadda. After your punishment you’re probably going to do it again, or something else entirely.”

  Samantha didn’t even shrug and continued swiping right on her phone.

  “Miss Cameron, however,” he said, giving a very stern look which made Chloe’s courage drop down to her shoes, “I must admit, I am extremely disappointed to find you here today, with Miss Mueller next to you. I had expected a bit more from you than hanging out with people the likes of that girl over there!”

  Samantha snorted, but didn’t look away from her phone. Chloe, however, couldn’t look away from the floor.

  “I-i am terribly sorry, I made a huge mistake, I-i...” she stuttered. She desperately wanted to apologize, blame, cry and defend at the same time, but she couldn’t find the words.

  “Yes, I bet  you are, Miss Cameron, however that does not take away from the fact we did find you smoking!” the Dean said. “And you both know the rules! I know I’ve been lenient with you, miss Mueller, because your dad is a generous donor to our school, but there have to be limits! I will contact your parents, both of you, and you both will be suspended for a month!”

  Samantha’s mouth fell wide open and Chloe was on the verge of crying. Suspended? What would her parents think? She couldn’t leave school! She still had so much to do and if she left now she’d miss finals week and then she would -…! She dare not even think about it!

  “What? Suspended?!” Sam suddenly blurted out, “You can’t do that! My father won’t ever allow that!”

  “We’ve already spoken to your father earlier this month, and he agrees that it’s about time we set you straight, Miss Mueller!” the Dean said.

  “Please! Please don’t suspend us!” Chloe cried, “I would fail this year! My parents would never forgive me!”

  “I am terribly sorry, miss Cameron, but you’ll have to face the consequences of your actions! I have to set an example here!”

  “Please!” the tears were now flowing over her cheeks, “Isn’t there any alternative? Please!”

The Dean looked at her. He knew she was a promising student, a hard-working one with a bright future ahead. He didn’t enjoy doing this to her, but he had to follow the school’s rules. It was such a shame, and he honestly felt bad for her. Then something crosses his mind.

  “As a matter of fact,” he said, while rustling through a pile of papers, “I might have, actually!”

Chloe immediately brightened up, and Sam lifted an eyebrow.

  “We’re doing a little experiment with unusual courses, and one of them is Alternative Psychology, very interesting to say the least” he said while dragging two pieces of paper from underneath the pile and laid them out neatly on his desk, “And I think you both would benefit from this class! So you can choose, either you get suspended, or you take this course for a month! And that is all I can do for you! Just sign this paper and I will make sure everything gets arranged!”

  Chloe could kiss the Dean out of joy, but tried to keep herself calm, and immediately walked to the desk and quickly signed the paper. It wouldn’t solve the trouble she was still going to have with her parents, but at least it wasn’t as bad as getting suspended and missing all her classes.

  Sam seemed a bit suspicious, but quickly signed on as well.

  “Great! A very mature decision, young ladies! ” the Dean said, stuffing away the contracts in a drawer. “I’m sure you won’t regret it! Now off with you, I’ve more things to take care off!”

He shut the door behind them, and as soon they were alone, Sam turned to Chloe.

  “Hey, kid, nice going. You saved my butt there,” Sam said.

  “W-what do you mean?” Chloe responded, still wiping the tears from her cheeks.

  “Y’know, that little trick you did, with the puppy eyes and the crocodile tears. Worked out pretty well. You gotta teach me that some time!” she said. She gave her a wink before walking off, putting the hiphop song she was listening at full volume. “See ya at Alternative Psychology!”

  Chloe didn’t have the heart to tell her the tears were genuine, but she didn’t really care. The wink had made her feel very special.

Chloe didn’t like how Alternative Psychology was scheduled. It was set on a Friday afternoon, when most students were already out, in a classroom that apparently wasn’t used very often. There was a lack of posters on the walls, and most of the desks were covered in a thin layer of dust. Chloe guessed they didn’t have any classroom space left for these ‘unusual’ courses, while she wiggled to get comfortable in the old wooden chair she was sitting in.

  Another thing she noticed that the class consisted only of girls, each neatly dressed in their traditional schoolgirl uniforms. Chloe never heard of girls-only classes in this school. She wondered if psychology just wasn’t that interesting to boys. She could personally care less about the subject as well, but she had no choice but to be here. She tried to stay positive, and hoped she could maybe actually learn something from this class.

The teacher hadn’t arrived yet, so most of the girls were talking to each other, among whom Samantha, who was discussing the colour of Brad Farley’s eyes and the size of some of his body parts with some of her friends. Chloe couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation, until suddenly the door to the classroom opened, and a curious couple walked in. One was a short woman, dressed in a blue skirt and a green sweater with a friendly motherly face, the other was a rather large, stern looking man, dressed up in a suit, with brown hair and beard with little spots of gray.

  “A very very good afternoon to you all, today!” said the lady in a pleasant, happy tone. Chloe noticed she had a thick British accent. “Hope you all didn’t mind waiting for us!”

   The lady put a large bag behind the teacher’s desk, and the man undid himself of his jacket.

  “I think an introduction is in place here,” she said, as she sat down on a stool, her hands resting on her knees. “My name is Irene Clarke, and this here is my husband Bartholomew, and we will be teaching you Alternative Psychology this semester.”

  Chloe had a good feeling about this. Sure, the couple looked a bit old-fashioned, but they seemed nice enough. Was this supposed to be a punishment equal to getting suspended?

  “Now, I know you all might be a bit nervous about what is going to happen,” Irene continued, folding her hands, “None of you are here voluntarily, and some of you might see this as some sort of detention.”

  Chloe looked confused. Nobody here chose for this course? And why did she mention detention? Did all the girls here broke the rules?

  “Contrary to detention,” Bartholomew suddenly spoke, “you will NOT be writing lines, nor will you be doing your homework. You will listen to us, learn from us and sometimes you will have to engage in practical lessons with us.”

  “Thank you, Bart dear,” Irene said, “So, do any of you girls happen to know what Alternative Psychology means?” She stood up and walked to the chalkboard.

All the girls remained silent. Each of them seemed just as confused as Chloe was, even Sam. What did the contract say again? She couldn’t remember reading it.

  “Anyone? No?” Irene began writing on the chalkboard. “Alternative Psychology is about learning life lessons, about changing, no, forming one’s mindset to better suit the people around them, including family, work and school and how to mature in a demanding environment.”

  “And how do we achieve this, class?” Bartholomew asked.

Chloe looked around. She wasn’t the only one who did that. The girls’ weren’t entirely sure what the deal was. She saw Samantha mouthing “What the fuck”  at her.

  “Dear, if you please,” Bartholomew said to his wife.

She continued writing on the chalkboard. In white the words appeared, each one stranger than the other.

“ALTERNATIVE PSYCHOLOGY: DISCIPLINE ACHIEVED BY CONFRONTATION, CORRECTION, HUMILIATION AND CONTEMPLATION = PROPER BEHAVIOUR. ”

What? What did this mean? What even was this course supposed to mean?

“Confrontation, correction, humiliation and contemplation. The four primary steps that one uses when one gets out of line,” Irene explained, “Can anybody give me any examples?”

   A small girl, with cute little braids in her hair, slowly raised her hand.

“Confrontation...uhm...getting told what you’ve done wrong…?” she stammered.

“Nice try, could be a bit more specific, but that is the gist of it, yes,” Irene said. “There have been many, many studies and researches, conducted by the famous, or infamous - depending on which side you view her from - Doctor Ellen Barbara Kane among others, that show girls in their middle to late teens benefit significantly from strict discipline once it has been introduced in their lives.

  They will be more obedient, less rebellious and an overall better behaviour is the result of this strict discipline! Of course this discipline has to be properly tailored the fit the needs of the parents or caregivers and the girl herself, but basically it boils down to these four concept; Confrontation, Correction, Humiliation and Contemplation.

  Ladies, would you please be so kind to write this information down. I suspect this is rather useful to every single one of you!”

  Chloe anxiously grabbed her blocnote and began writing down the four words. Discipline? Is this some sort of military training? Both of the teachers didn’t seem like the type for it, but appearances can deceive. Sam remained with her arms crossed, listening to, or at least facing, the couple.

  “Well spoken, dear,” Bartholomew said, “Now, I would like to take these four steps into practice.”

He grabbed a small sheet from his briefcase. “Let’s see here. Samantha Mueller, you seem to be the most recent rascal who signed up for this. Would you be so kind to stand in front of the class? Ah, and take Miss Cameron with you if you please.”

  Chloe almost audibly gasped when she heard her name. She did not enjoy attention - well, except Samantha’s of course - and she hated standing in front of the class.

  “What, no?!” Samantha protested, saying what actually was on Chloe’s mind, “I am not getting up? I don’t even know what is going on!”

   Bartholomew sat down on the stool with his arms crossed, while Irene addressed the class.

   “Now this, girls, is the perfect example of a girl who is out of line, and who needs to be confronted, corrected, humiliated and has to contemplate her actions, before she is ready to become a proper lady! However, a little bit of encouragement might be needed before a girl is willing to submit herself to these four steps! Bartholomew, if you please...“

  The bearded man cleared his throat, then…

  “Samantha Mueller and Chloe Cameron, you get over here right this instant, young ladies, or I promise you’ll be in big trouble!” he shouted through the class. Immediately the entire class sat up right in their chairs, even Samantha seemed startled.

  The two girls looked at eachother and they both stood up, and slowly walked up to the couple.

“Pay attention, class, as mister Clarke will demonstrate the very first step; Confrontation! This is very important as it will confront the culprit with her actions, which will hopefully let her realize the error of her ways. Miss Mueller, please stand in front of mister Clarke and look him in the eyes.”

  Sam did as she was told, stood in front of him and looked him in his pale blue eyes.

  “Young lady, I have had it up to here with you with your constant misbehaviour and disobedience!” he began scolding her, “ You are nothing but a nuisance to anyone who has authority over you, and you show nothing but disrespect for your elders! Your ways will end now, because I am going to punish you very very severely!”

  Chloe could see Sam swallow. The pretty blonde who always seemed so rebellious and confident was reduced to a little girl, playing with the hem of her skirt, being scolded by a stranger. Chloe couldn’t help but feel butterflies inside her belly. Was the same waiting for her as well?

  “Very good, Bartholomew, an excellent demonstration,” Irene applauded him, “Now of course this confrontation would work better if miss Mueller and Bartholomew were personally acquainted, however we have to do with the notes your dean has given us! The next step is Correction. Does anybody want to take a guess on what this comprises?”

  The same shy girl answered. “Uhm, is Samantha going to be punished…?”

   “That is correct, but in what way?” Irene asked, ”What would befit a naughty girl like her?”

   “I-i dunno, writing lines…? Detention?” the girl stuttered.

   “Those punishments have been tried and tested, but none of them have had long-term effect on the behaviour of the culprit. Allow my husband to give you a hint. Bart?” she motioned towards the lower half of Samantha’s body.

Before anyone could protest, Bartholomew quickly undid Sam’s skirt, tossed it aside and then proceeded to drag her panties down to her ankles.

Now, everyone did audibly gasp, and Chloe’s hands flew in front of her mouth to suppress her own gasp, when she couldn’t help but look at Sam’s smooth bottom and shaved parts. Her face had become tomato red, and even Chloe felt her face getting hot from the second hand embarrassment.

  “Corporal,” Irene continued, “punishment. A proven method for over hundreds and hundreds of years, keeping naughty girls in line for generations! Parents nowadays are too reluctant to teach their children to properly behave, so it’s down to the schools to reinstate spankings! Correction!”

  Sam was on the verge of crying, her hands clenched between her legs, desperately trying to cover her shame. Luckily for her, not a single one of the girls was laughing, probably all fearing the same would happen to them if they’d make just a sound.

  “Today we’ll be demonstrating the most common form of spanking; the over-the-knee position,” Irene proceeded to grab Sam by her neck and pushed her over her husband’s knee.

  “The girl is safely secured over the punisher’s lap, barely able to move, with her bottom in a position where it can easily be spanked,” Irene explained, “Now bared for her punishment, miss Mueller will be able to experience the full impact of each blow that mister Clarke will give her!”

  Chloe’s throat was dry. The butterflies in her tummy went crazy as she now had a perfect view of everything Samantha had to offer between her legs, as she was bent half-naked over Bartholomew’s lap. Why did she feel so strange? Was it the thought of what was coming to her or was it something else entirely…?”

  “Please Bart, would you be so kind to do the honours.”

Bartholomew rolled up his sleeves to his upper arm, rested his left hand on Samantha’s back, while he raised the right one high above his head.

  The silence before the storm. Chloe noticed she had been holding her breath, and the other girls seemed to have done so as well. For a second it was completely and utterly silent in the classroom.

  Then the silence was broken by the sound of a hard, rough hand landing on a young tender bottom, followed immediately by a loud yelp.

  “Ow! You old piece of shit, that hur - AH AH AH!” Before Sam could finish her sentence another flurry of smacks met her rear end.

  “As you most likely can see, class, the mischievous girl in question finds herself in an extremely vulnerable position, in which she can do nothing but obey and accept her submission,” Irene explained, “She is not able to spout foul language, nor do any other things girls her age shouldn't be doing! Like smoking!”

  Samantha groaned. “Let me go, you can’t do this to me - OW OW OWWW!” She violently began kicking her legs and sobbing as Bartholomew mercilessly continued spanking her bottom.

  Irene began explaining something about how the discipline is beneficial to young girls, but Chloe couldn’t follow her. She was mesmerized by Sam’s well-shaped, jiggling buttocks, her long, kicking legs and everything inbetween. Her face flushed when she noticed the butterflies had moved lower in her body, and she actually began to feel aroused. Why did she get aroused? This was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her, and probably to Sam too, so why did she like this so much?

  “The girl has submitted herself to Bartholomew. As you all can see the fight has been taken out of her,” Irene explained, while Bartholomew kept spanking the now limp, sobbing girl over his knees. “There is no point in spanking her further, however, we are only halfway through the punishment! To be completely sure the naughty girl will remember this lesson for a long time to come, we shall proceed with the next step. This will assure us of complete obedience and ladylike behaviour! Does anybody remember what the third step is?”

  A girl mumbled: “Humiliation, ma’am...”

  “Precisely! Humiliation!” Irene said enthusiastically, “Again, studies performed by professional disciplinarians have shown that stripping a girl from her dignity will teach her her place in this environment. The possibilities are endless! Denying the rights to clothing is a classic one, so is corner time, but today we are going to show you a rather more obscure one.”

Chloe was dragged back to the real world when Irene walked past her to grab the bag she had put behind the desk. The butterflies were still there, and she realize she had gotten wet while witnessing Sam’s spanking, which made her even more nervous than before

  From the bag Irene pulled a pack of diapers - teen size -, baby powder and wipes.

Again, there was an eerie silence in the classroom.

“Diaper discipline,” Irene stated with a smile on her face, “Nothing is more humiliating to completely submitting a girl to one’s care, to make her feel like she is a helpless little child again, dressed in the appropriate clothes. If the spanking wasn’t enough, this certainly will make the girl see the error of her ways!”

  Bartholomew helped the still crying Sam back on her feet. “Miss Cameron, take of your skirt and panties and take Sam’s place over my knee!” he ordered.

  Chloe was surprised at how fast she had undressed herself. It wasn’t like she was eager to get punished - at least, she didn’t think so - but to say she wasn’t curious, that was a lie.

She draped herself over the man’s lap and tried to get comfortable. His knee pressing into her stomach made the butterflies go wild, and she prayed to God and everything holy Bartholomew wouldn’t notice her arousal.

 Irene had ordered Samantha to lay down on the floor on her back. From this position Chloe could just see her face, it being redder than she ever thought possible. The woman proceeded to open the package of diapers and grabbed one out and unfolded it.

The last thing Chloe heard was Irene commanding Sam to lift up her hips, before she felt a sharp stinging pain coming from her bottom which made her yell out loud.

  “No please, I - ” she managed to say, before Bartholomew went to town on her buttocks.

  She hadn’t realized it would hurt so bad. The pain, the stinging, the heat. It was all slowly building up while the man was rhythmically smacking her naked rear end. After the tenth spank she let her tears flow freely, and began kicking and screaming, in a desperate attempt to soothe the pain. This only resulted in her arm getting pinned to her back by Bartholomew’s strong left arm, while the sounds of her spanking echoed through the classroom.

  Smack after smack after smack, it didn’t seem to end. Her butt was on fire, she felt like she’d never sit down in her lifetime again. She wanted to yell, scream, curse, swear and apologize, but it all came out as a desperate bawling as the blows kept landing again and again. She faintly thought she smelled baby powder as she went limp over his lap. It hurt so bad, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Then, as sudden as it had begun it was over, and she was put back on her feet by two strong hands. Against her will she began jumping up and down, rubbing her naked behind, trying to rub the sting out of it, crying while she did.

“....and finally, contemplation!” Apparently Irene had been lecturing, however Chloe had other things to pay attention to. “After Miss Mueller’s diapering she is to be put in the corner where she can think about her actions, just as any naughty girl should. Now for miss Cameron...”

  Chloe was roughly pushed to the floor and was forced on her back and to spread her legs. That is when she realized the spanking had turned her on more than it should, and the look on Irene’s face made it clear her arousal was very visible too, as she was kneeling in front of her open legs.

  “Class, this is something that could happen to any girl your age,” she began explaining, “the punishment and humiliation can often turn out rather exciting. We are all just human, so there is no problem with getting aroused. In fact, it can be used to the benefit of the girl. Like I am doing right now, a little bit more embarrassment never hurt anyone.”

   Chloe wished she could sink through the floor right now but she could do nothing but sob. Her burning bottom, the humiliation, her arousal, she wanted everything to just be over.

   Irene grabbed another diaper. “Hips up,” she ordered. Chloe could do nothing but obey. The diaper was put under her crimson red bottom, which offered a slight relief when she lowered her hips.

   The woman proceeded to grab a wipe, and used it to wipe away the wetness in and around Chloe’s vagina. The motions Irene made were deliberately teasing her, and poor Chloe had to try her hardest not to embarrass herself any further. “Theeere, all nice and clean, you naughty little girl.” Even among the shocked girls in the class there was some giggling.

  Irene finished up by powdering her diaper regions and her bottom and then firmly taped the diaper.

  “Now to the corner with you!” she ordered.

Facing the wall, Chloe found herself next to her role-model, both freshly spanked, both freshly diapered, both humiliated beyond belief.

  “As you all can see, the girls seem much sweeter and more compliant than ever before,” Bartholomew said after standing up, “You will all have a test on discipline next week, so make sure you study...” he put on his jacket, “...or else!”

  “Class dismissed, you are all free to go,” Irene said, just as friendly and warm as when she had entered the classroom.

  Each girl was given a copy of Ellen Kane’s bestselling book, Discipline and the Teenage Daughter, to be given to their parents so they could properly administer discipline as well. Chloe and Sam were fortunately given the dignity to put their skirts over their diapers.

  They were the last to leave the classroom, and while they were silently walking next to eachother, suddenly Sam grabbed Chloe by the arm and dragged her into one of the girls’ bathrooms. She pushed her against the wall, and let her tongue enter Chloe’s mouth. The girl was stunned for a second, trying to fight back, and then let it happen. Just like she wanted.

  “You little shit,” Sam said when she retreated from the kiss, “this is all your fault. Don’t think I am done with you yet!” After that she stormed off, leaving Chloe behind bewildered, now even more fascinated with pretty Samantha Mueller. Was she mad at her? Did she like her? Why the kiss? Why the threat? God, too many thoughts were racing through her head right now.

One thing was for sure however, Chloe suddenly didn’t dread the next Alternative Psychology lesson that much anymore...