Dean’s Impressions, Part I
© 1998 Dean Andrew Michaels
All Rights Reserved.
(A Nonspank Story)

This is at the beginning of Mary’s freshman year at Saint Francis . . .

Dean Michaels looked down at Mary Catherine standing in the hallway, her nose pressed firmly to the wall. She couldn’t have been more than 4’9’’ and she was perfectly dressed. The skirt was a little short, a bit too high above the knee, but the rest was strictly regulation. She even had her sweater buttoned and her knee-highs were the same height! It was a struggle to get most freshmen to tuck in their white shirts, so he was quite impressed with Mary Catherine.

She jumped about a foot when his hand went to her shoulder and he turned her around. Mary’s eyes widened as she looked up, then her face turned bright red and her gaze dropped to the tops of her shiny black shoes. He was about to ask her why she was facing the wall but obviously just getting her name and the name of her teacher was enough of a struggle. It had taken several minutes before she managed to whisper, “Mary Catherine Whitney.” He decided to visit the staff lounge, which was two doors down. “Mary, you wait here. In the meantime you don’t have to face the wall, just stand here, understand?” Mary nodded yes.

Andy opened the staff lounge door and looked for Sister Constance. She had a habit of occasionally “forgetting” her girls in the hallway. It wasn’t the first time he had come across a student of hers long after class had ended. He looked around the corner and found her busy at work by the Xerox machine.

“Excuse me, Sister?” “Oh hello Dean,” she said, slightly startled. “Did you forget someone in the hallway by any chance?” he asked, gesturing by placing his hand in front of him, chest level, “about this high?” Sister paused for a second and then said, “Oh my! You’re right! Mary Catherine.” She looked at all her papers spread out and then at the Dean. “Dean could you do me a favor?” “Sure Sister Constance.” “Tell Mary she can go now. I know I forgot her but she deserved every minute out there!”

Now the Dean was curious. The little girl had seemed so quiet and shy. “Exactly what did she do Sister?” he asked. “Well I caught her with a candy in her mouth in class, so I had her spit out the candy and stand by her seat for the remainder of the period. It was the third time this week I caught her! That's why I gave her detention after class in the hallway.” The Dean suddenly realized the noise that caught his attention sounded like someone crumbling a candy wrapper. It dawned on him, she wasn’t shy; she had a candy in her mouth! “Thanks Sister, “ he said and headed out the door.

He walked up to Mary Catherine, she still looked contrite, only this time her knew better. He walked up to her, took her firmly by the arm and opened the classroom door and turning on the light. She was clearly surprised but kept silent. He picked up the trashcan. Giving her a glare he said sternly, “Spit it out!” She gave him a puzzled looked, along with her best puppy dog eyes. “I said spit out the candy Mary Catherine . . . now!”

Mary’s eyes widened and she put her hand to her mouth and took out the peppermint drop. She carefully tossed it in the trash. “Sorry,” she said with a sheepish smile. “The wrapper?” Andy asked. Mary reached into her front right sweater pocket and pulled out a wrapper. He reached into her same pocket and fished around. He pulled out a handful of peppermint drops, arching an eyebrow at Mary. “ You know freshmen are strictly forbidden from having candy. Saint Francis Student Handbook, page 10. Having it is bad enough, but to eat it during class, I must say I’ve very disappointed. What do you have to say for yourself?”

There was silence for a moment before Mary answered. “Care for a candy Sir?” she said with a pleading look. He wanted to laugh but didn’t. She was clearly scared but still had the audacity to answer like that. He gave her a frown and thought about what to do. Mary meanwhile had buried her hands in her pockets and had suddenly found the floor very interesting.

After a minute Andy put the candies in his pocket and walked over to Sister Constance’s desk. Picking up a piece of paper he wrote something on it and gave it back to Mary. “Give this to your Senior Advisor, understand?” “Yes Sir,” she said turning pale. He thought, ‘Well at least she knows how to be polite’. He folded the note and put it in her hand and said, “In case your wondering, it says you are restricted to your room all day Saturday.” Mary frowned, thinking, no riding this Saturday! “I will leave it to you to tell her why,” he said “and I will leave it to her as to how to deal with you when she finds out.” Mary saw the floor paddle in her thoughts and knew exactly how her senior would deal with her! Unbidden, her hand moved to the seat of her skirt. She saw the Dean had a slight smile on his face. Oh god, she thought, he knew exactly how her senior would “deal” with this! The thought of his knowing made her blush a bright red. She could feel her face hot and flushed and she once again dropped her eyes to the ground.

Andy saw her the color rise on her cheeks and he heard the soft gasp escape her lips. He guessed that she knew he was somewhat certain that a couple of swats of the floor paddle was waiting for her when she showed that note to her SA. He quickly walked her out of the classroom. “Think you can find your way back to your floor?” he asked, a little more kindly now. “Yes sir . . . errr . . . Dean . . . um . . . Dean Sir” It was all he could do not to smile. “Dean or Dean Michaels is fine Mary Catherine. Get going young lady.” It seemed like a very long walk down the hallway for Mary . . .

A week or so went by when Andy found himself walking down the same hallway of Stevens Hall about 30 minutes or so after class had let out. He saw that Sister Constance’s doors were opened and remembered that he needed to speak to her. As he walked in he realized that Sister Constance wasn’t in the classroom. Mary Catherine however was. She was up in front writing on the blackboard, back towards him. She was just finishing up filling the left side of the chalkboard with, “I will not be impertinent in class.” She was oblivious to his entrance as she bent to finish up the last line. She then turned her attention to the top of the right side. She was so short though she could not quite reach the top of the board. Andy noticed a small step stool in the back by the cabinets, he picked it up and headed for the front. “Hmmmm” he cleared his throat not wanting to sneak up on her. Freshmen tended to be a nervous bunch as a rule.

Mary turned expecting to see Sister Constance, instead it was the Dean. When she spotted the Dean her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. He brought her the stool and put it down in front of her. “This might help.” “Umm . . . thank you, Sir . . . um Dean.” “Either is fine Mary Catherine, remember, you don’t have to call me both—and I’d prefer Dean to sir, ok?” Her head was down, she wasn’t even breathing it seemed. Looking at the board Andy read aloud, “I will not be impertinent. Hmmmm. Do you even know what that means Mary?” “Yes Dean.” “What?” he asks. Mary straightens up and responds. “Impertinent. One, not pertinent. Two, impudent. Three, insolent." She sounded just like a dictionary.

Andy looked at her sharply, ready to scold her, but her head was down. Was she answering like this way to be smart? She was still looking down, he decided to let it go. Mary looked up and seeing the Dean studying her she turned bright red. “May I have the chalk Mary?” She gave him the chalk and he wrote on the board PRECOCIOUS. He gave her the chalk back and tousled her hair. “Look that word up. Now do you know where Sister Constance is?” “Not exactly sir, but I think she said something about the Library.” “Well don’t let me interrupt you. How many boards do you have to fill?” “All of them Dean Michaels . . . uhm Sir.” He looked at his watch and as he walked out he said to Mary, “You’d better get back to work then, and careful when you use the stool.” “Yes Sir . . . Dean.” When she was sure he was gone she let out a deep sigh. She then turned to the board and started to erase the word he wrote, smiling while she did.

They saw each other as they passed in the hallways several times over the next couple of weeks. Andy would occasionally give her a stern gaze and ask her if she had any candy. Mary would manage a weak smile and answer no, she would always feel shaky afterwards. After the chalkboard incident Mary felt a little more relaxed around him though. It got to the point that when she saw Andy she would open her mouth as a joke to show him she had no candy. This almost backfired once, she was walking down the hall chewing gum. She spotted him coming directly in front of her. She didn’t want to look suspicious by ignoring him so she had to swallow the gum so she could show Andy her empty mouth. He would usually just give her a mock frown. This went on for a couple of weeks until . . .

Mary was having an average day and walked into the bathroom before 3rd period, as she headed out she noticed a group of 10th grade girls in the front by the sink. One had the back of her skirt up and the others were looking. This wasn’t all that unusual, sometimes after a spanking or paddling girls would come into the bathroom to rub some sunburn lotion on or to show the damage to their friends. Sort of a badge of courage especially if she took the spanking to protect friends.

The girl in question had her skirt up and the other girls were offering plenty of oohhhs and ahhhs. Mary couldn’t help but look. The poor girl’s behind with a bright red across the fullest part of her cheeks. It even looked a little puffy. It was so red, especially against the white panties. She heard the girls talking about what the paddling was for and where it was administered. Then she heard the Dean’s name. She felt her heart beat faster. “Oh my god,” she thought, “the Dean did that!”

Mary hurried off to her class, the image of the girl’s behind and Dean Michaels in her mind. She didn’t know what to think. As she sat she saw the Dean walk into her classroom, she felt the blood drain to her feet. Andy walked in and said “Good morning girls,” “Good morning Dean” they responded in unison. “Your teacher has been called away today so I will be taking her place. Please take out your algebra books and turn to page 39. “ As the Dean sat down behind the desk, he looked at Mary in the front row. Mary felt her ears turn red. “Mary Catherine I asked you to take out your book.” “Oh sorry, Sir,” she said as she fumbled to open her book, accidentally knocking it over before she opened to the required page. “OK class all the even numbered problems starting at the top down to number 24. Remember I will be collecting this at the end of the period, if you finish early please go back and check your work. Any questions?” He paused a moment, looking at the classroom of timid freshmen, eyes already focused on their books. “Good, get to work.”

Andy spread the pile of budget figures in front of him and went to work. Occasionally he would glance up to find Mary starting at him from her seat, when he would catch her, she would blush and quickly look down and get to work. After a couple a times the Dean got up to see what the problem was. He walked over to Mary and leaned over her desk and talked in a low voice, “Is something wrong Mary Catherine?” Mary didn’t even look up she acted to be totally absorbed in the work. “No Sir, I . . . I’m fine.”

Andy was concerned; she looked really red. He put his hand to her forehead and she felt warm. “You sure, you feel awfully warm Mary. Would you like to go to the nurse?” “No really Sir . . . I’m fine.” She looks up at him, turns bright red and squirms, her eyes dropping to her algebra text again. “Uumm, yes, I do feel kind of warm could I go to the nurse?” The Dean looking very concerned wrote out a quick note and gave it to Mary. “Would you like me to walk you down to the infirmary?” “Oh no” she said gathering up her books and standing up “I’m fine, really . . . well not fine totally . . . but fine enough to walk myself. Thank you Sir, ummmm, Dean Michaels that is.” Andy just gave her a puzzled and concerned look. “OK Mary, hope you feel better.”

Mary nodded and hurried down the hall her heart racing . . .

See Mary Catherine’s First Impressions, Part I if you want to know what REALLY happened!

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