Loose Tooth
© 1999 Mary Catherine Whitney
All Rights Reserved.
(M/f, NC, No Sex)

Mary Catherine sat at the front of her American History class on a Wednesday afternoon, trying to keep focused on Sister Constance's lecture about the first Continental Congress. She touched her left rear molar with the tip of her tongue. It was loose . . . very loose in fact.

Mary redoubled her efforts, wriggling it back and forth. It had been that way for nearly a week now and she just wanted it to fall out already. It was embarrassing to be 14 years old and still have baby teeth. This was the last one though.

Mary Catherine always felt like such a little girl compared to the other freshmen. She was small and slight . . . at 4'9'' (and a quarter!) she looked more like a 10-year old than a high school freshman. At least she was finally growing . . . three whole inches since last spring . . . though at the moment it unfortunately appeared as though she was only growing up, not out!

Marta, her family's housekeeper always told her that everyone grew at their own pace and that Mary was just taking her time. "You'll see sweetie," she said as she watched Mary Catherine sigh with frustration every time she was measured against the door-jamb of the kitchen pantry back home, standing as straight as she could trying to squeeze out even one-tenth of an inch more.

"One of these days you're going to turn around and you won't be able to remember a day when you weren't tall and filled with curves. It's good you do a little more waiting for that to happen. With that cute face of yours Mary and your mind . . . let me tell you the boys will never leave you alone once everything else catches up." While Mary Catherine wanted to believe Marta she wasn't so sure.

It had been different at Saint Anthony's. There they ALL pretty much looked like little girls with their plaid jumpers and broadcloth shirts with the Peter Pan collar and shiny Mary Jane's. Besides, Saint Anthony's didn't have a brother school so there were no boys comparing one girl to the next.

Saint Francis was really different. First off, Mary noticed right away that almost all of the other girls she knew at Saint Anthony's had grown A LOT over the summer . . . out as well as up! The other girls at Saint Francis were also much more mature looking, not just the upperclassmen but even the other freshmen. Seeing girls like Veronica Lancaster who lived on her floor in Benning Hall, it was hard for Mary not to wish that she looked more grown up too. She was in a hurry to see what it was like to have boys look at her the way they looked at Veronica.

Veronica was the same age as Mary, but she had a body and face that even most of the seniors envied. Nearly 5'7'' with long, wavy black hair that hung midway down her waist and wide-set violet colored eyes with thick lashes, she had long tan legs, a tiny waist, and a chest that looked as though she filled her school sweater with water balloons.

Veronica was always the center of attention with the boys at Saint Seb's. Being a Varsity Cheerleader certainly helped her visibility on the Saint Sebastian's campus, but to be honest, with the way Veronica looked, the boys were going to notice her no matter WHERE she was! She always had a pack of them following her around and the hall phone was constantly tied up with one boy or another calling her to talk or try to get her as a date for one of the many school events. Freshmen may not be allowed to go "out" on real dates but any event that permitted an escort, Veronica was always the first girl on the floor with a date . . . with a choice of SEVERAL dates in fact!

The boys didn't even seem to mind that Veronica was mean spirited-spoiled and self-centered. They were all at an age when they seemed to care far more about WHAT a girl looked like than what she WAS like. It just wasn't fair, Mary thought as she turned another page in her history book, her tongue back to working on her loose tooth. "It's not like I'm saying I need to look like that . . . but it would be nice to have SOME curves!"

That wasn't to say that Mary wasn't well liked . . . just the opposite, Mary was VERY popular . . . both with the other girls at Saint Francis as well as many of the boys at her new brother school Saint Sebastians. In fact, she'd be surprised to learn she was one of the most popular new girls in the eyes of the boys at Saint Seb's. She was outgoing and mischievous and funny and smart. Mary was easy to talk to . . . she always had an opinion no matter what the subject and she was always up for an adventure.

Despite everything, the boys just didn't see her in THAT way yet. Many of the boys thought she was cute, really cute in fact. With her long brown hair pulled in a ponytail or a plaid headband that matched her blue eyes (by far her best feature) and the faint sprinkling of freckles on her cute little nose, she was the kind of girl who really made an impression. Unfortunately at the moment, the boys couldn't get past the fact that she was so tiny and didn't have a body to match the rest of her yet. As a result she was friends with a lot of boys, but had no dates.

She was the freshman representative on the student council and as a result she spent quite a bit of time over at Saint Seb's herself. She knew that many of the boys liked her . . . Doug Abbott, one of the cutest freshmen boys always tried to sit next to her at joint council meetings and Dennis Jackson, president of the sophomore class paid a lot of attention to her too.

Doug was just a friend though . . . a buddy . . . they emailed back and forth and studied for French class together online. Dennis was different. She had SUCH a huge crush on him. Not that she'd ever let him know that. She always tried to look her best when she knew she'd be seeing him though . . . not the easiest thing in the world to do when you have to wear a DUMB uniform all the time. Last week though she thought she finally had her chance to catch Dennis' eye.

Saint Francis and Saint Seb's hosted a joint weekend trip to Hershey Park (an amusement park, zoo, and of course the chocolate factory in Hershey, Pennsylvania a couple of hours from Saint Francis) for class officers and members of student council. It meant they got to wear normal clothes just like real girls . . . everyone tried to outdo each other to impress the boys. It was late September and the weather was supposed to be nice which meant shorts during the day and summer dresses at night!

They'd left before dawn Friday morning, crowding into two busses rented for the trip—boys on one bus and girls on the other. Everyone groaned . . . they'd wanted to sit coed. Dean Michaels and the Head at Saint Seb's reminded them that they'd be seeing a lot of each other soon enough and the quicker they got on the busses, the quicker they'd be at their destination.

Friday was a class day and obviously the schools weren't about to let them go to an amusement park instead of class. So their destination Friday was 45 minutes past Hershey Park for an educational trip to visit Gettysburg. Dean Michaels and Mr. Patterson, Head of Saint Sebastian's discussed the importance of Gettysburg with them as they toured the area. It was hard to believe such a small, peaceful place had such an impact on American history.

Sitting in the sunny field, legs crossed, elbows propped up on her knees so she could rest her chin in her hands, Mary Catherine closed her eyes and imagined what it had been like during the battle. The three hot summer days in early July that pitted former friends, countrymen and in some cases family members against one another . . . over 50,000 troops had been wounded or killed in the battle and it had been the turning point of the Civil War. General Lee started his retreat after Gettysburg and the Union Army began its push toward the South.

"What would it have been like if the Confederate Army won the Civil War and had been allowed to make their own nation?" Dean Michaels asked them. "How might have our lives been different and would they have tried to bring the North into the confederate states the way the North reabsorbed the South or would there have been two separate countries?"

They'd debated back and forth . . . there were obvious differences of course . . . slavery might have been enforced for generations. Several students pointed to South Africa and theorized that the Confederate States of America might have been living with a system of apartheid even today, even if slavery had eventually been outlawed. Most of them agreed though that there would have been two countries.

"Ok that's good," Dean Michaels said, "but what about the way they lived? How would the two countries have been different economically or say on a day-to day basis?" Sally Waiters a junior with bright red hair and a ready smile spoke up . . . "They would wear a lot more cotton clothes in the South probably." Everyone laughed, causing Sally to blush. "No," Dean Michaels said, "that's a good point. The South was more rooted in agriculture and cotton was very important. They relied on manpower, not horsepower."

"Now the question is, would the north have been able to move forward with the industrial revolution if they had been on the losing side of the battle? Would society have progressed . . . would either one or both countries have been considered superpowers today?"

The debate was lively, but most of the freshmen stayed pretty quiet, Mary among them. She finally thought of something that none of the other students brought up. Shyly she raises her hand. The Dean looks at her . . . "Mary, yes, what do you think?" "Well, I'm not positive though I think the North might still have become a world power, particularly if the South remained adamant on their stand that an agricultural driven society was the key to a powerful nation. They were too dependent on one thing."

"The North was willing to try new things and they were investing in products like steel here in Pennsylvania. It might have taken them longer and perhaps they wouldn't have become a power to the extent that the United States has, but I think the North still would have been a world leader. I don't think the South would have been able do that. They didn't have the factories or the facilities to turn their raw goods into finished products. One of the South's beliefs was that they didn't need industry, they thought that cotton was king. Of course, a bad harvest or a couple of years of drought would mean that their economic structure could collapse."

As Mary Catherine talks she grows animated. "I have a question though. The books say that the North and South combined lost similar numbers of troops and those losses were so great. How can it be that anybody really won the battle of Gettysburg?"

That silences the debate. The Dean gives Mary Catherine a small smile nodding his head, "That's an excellent point. Mary Catherine brings up something we need to explore further. Who can tell me what it means to win or lose a battle or a war?"

The debate goes on, bringing up more and more points, the discussion carrying over as they get back onto the busses, the girls headed to Linden Hills Prep for the night, the boys to Kenmont Academy. They'll meet up tomorrow morning after breakfast in front of Hershey Park.

Linden Hills is fun. It's a much more liberal school than Saint Francis is. The Linden girls may still wear uniforms most days . . . how envious the Saint Francis girls were when they heard that Friday's were a casual dress day on the Linden Hills campus . . . khaki's, topsiders, polo shirts or sweaters, but other than the uniforms it seemed much more like a college atmosphere. The girls had TV's and microwaves in their rooms and there was a later curfew for all grades. Even the freshmen got to stay up till 11:00 PM at Linden Hills.

Most importantly, there were no floor paddles and only the most serious offenses could earn you a spanking from the Dean! The Linden girls gave their guests plenty of teasing over that one. They rubbed their bottoms and laughed over the lecture they overheard Dean Michaels giving the Saint Francis girls about all of them being under the same rules at Linden Hills as they were back on campus before they headed off to the dorms. It was SO embarrassing to have their hosts to know precisely HOW misbehavior was dealt with at Saint Francis.

Mary, Mandy, Kristin and the other freshmen girls spend the night in Carter Hall as guests of the freshmen comprising the Linden Hills class officers. "So, what do you girls want to do?" Shelby Canfield, an athletic looking blonde asks. They all look at each other and raise their eyebrows at Mary Catherine. "We thought we might play cards," Mary answers innocently. "Sure Squirt, but we play for cash. That ok with you?" Mary has to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, though she's more than a little pissed at being called Squirt. Shelby wasn't all that much taller than Mary!

"Money?" she says with a slight frown on her face. "I guess, why not?" They get into a hotly contested game . . . in a little over an hour the Saint Francis freshmen have all but cleaned out their hosts. Scooping up her winnings, Mary looks at Shelby who has a scowl on her face. "Great, I'm out of two weeks allowance now thanks to you. Ughhhh . . . I thought you convent girls were supposed to be so innocent . . . how'd you learn to play cards like that?"

Mary laughs, "We can't tell you all of our secrets, now can we?" She takes a sip of her soda . . . at least one perk the Dean allowed them to have while they were off campus! "So, what else is there to do around here?" The Linden Hills girls look at each other. "Well, it's Friday night, Shelby says. "Usually we head to the Plaid Market to see what's for sale."

Mary's ears perk up at the words "Plaid Market". She'd heard rumors about it ever since she arrived at Saint Francis and had even come across one or two of the older girls who gave hints that it was more than a myth. "Hmmm . . . we could stand to pick up a few items," Mandy says looking at Mary with a glint in her eyes.

"Yeah, how about you take us?" Dianne, the freshman class secretary adds. Shelby figures they might as well, at the rate they're going, the only way they'll hold onto any cash around the Saint Francis girls is to occupy them with something else.

After lights out, the girls slip out of Carter Hall and sneak across campus to the Rec. Center. Mary whispers to Shelby with surprise, "You hold it in the Rec. Center? How can you do that and not get caught?!" "Shhh," Shelby responds. "We don't hold it in the Rec. Center . . . we hold it UNDER the Rec. Center. Follow me and don't make a sound."

They crept down a flight of stairs at the back of the building to a set of wooden doors leading into the ground. "Old bomb shelter," Shelby whispers. "The school built it in the 50's when that whole nuclear scare was going on." Shelby stops at the door, raises her hand and knocks . . . "Knock, Knock . . . Knock, Knock, Knock . . . Knock." "Entry code," she explains. The door opens slightly, "Password?" the girl behind the green door says. "Othello," Shelby whispers.

The door opens letting the girls in. "Welcome to the Market ladies . . . five bucks cover charge. The girls all dig into their pockets handing over the cash. Shelby looks pained . . . "Damn . . . I'm not gonna have any money left to spend after this." Mary hands her a ten. "Here, payment for getting us in Shelby." Shelby smiles at her, "You know, you're pretty cool Mary. Thanks."

The girls go inside . . . there's about 40 other girls crowded into the small shelter buying and selling a variety of goods. Mary notices a number of Saint Francis girls are here . . . she flinches, wondering what they'll say. She doesn't need to worry though . . . the upperclassmen merely wave, laughing . . . she hopes this means they'll let them in on the fun back at Saint Francis now that they know the Plaid Market is not just a myth!

The girls look over the merchandise, giggling . . . "Oh my god," Kristin whispers to Mary, pointing at a large vibrator shaped like an erect penis, "It looks just like the real thing!" Mary looks at her wide-eyed. "How do you know what the real thing looks like?!" she whispers back.

Kristin giggles . . . "I've got seven older brothers, remember?" They laugh and Mary looks over the large selection of vibrators blushing . . . "Uhmmm, how much for that one?" she asks pointing at a medium sized model on the end of the row. The senior behind the table looks at her . . . "You sure you want a BOB kiddo? You look awfully little to handle one properly."

Mary turns bright red. "I AM NOT little!" she says indignantly. "Yeah, yeah . . . whatever. Tell you what, how about this one?" The girl pulls out a small model from a bag under the table. "Freshman special . . . a BOBBY. Think if it as a training device. I'll even throw in these as a bonus. She holds up a Playgirl magazine and a couple of explicit erotic novels. This should help you get in the mood. Fifteen bucks."

Giggling Mary Catherine nods handing over her money. The girls continue to wander, looking wide-eyed over the merchandise, making a few purchases here and there. Mary starts making plans in the back of her mind. They need to start their own enterprise at the Saint Francis Plaid Market. Finally, the girls leave the Market and slip into Carter Hall, packing their purchases away and falling asleep.

The next morning the girls say their good-byes after breakfast, exchanging email addresses. Shelby and Mary Catherine are as thick as thieves. Mary's suspicion is correct . . . Shelby already has her own little enterprise going on at Linden Hills. She hasn't gotten into the Plaid Market yet, but she's due to be initiated by the other girls in another month or so.

"They normally make you wait until your second term before you can set up a table and sell merchandise, but I've got some really wild stuff being from San Francisco and all. So they're letting me in early." Mary looked over Shelby's merchandise before breakfast and placed an order with her. "I'll bring it with me in three weeks when we come to Saint Francis for our meet against your riding team . . . you can pay me then. Now, here's the name of a couple of suppliers to get you started." She links pinkies with Mary . . . "We're gonna have a great working relationship!" Laughing Mary agrees.

The bus heads out to Hershey Park. The boys' bus is already there. All the kids are soon laughing and talking . . . eagerly awaiting the gates to open. Dean Michaels and Mr. Patterson divide the group in two . . . boys and girls mixed. The upperclassmen go with Mr. Patterson, the freshmen and sophomores with the Dean.

The boys have already mapped out a strategy . . . "Remember everyone . . . when the gates open we go this way and head straight to the back of the park . . . that way we can get right on line for the Great Bear and the Wildcat." Just then the park opens and the kids rush through the gates . . . "No running gang, remember . . . the park isn't going anywhere," the Dean calls out trying to make them slow down. He picks up his pace trying to keep up.

They all get to the back of the park . . . there's already a huge line for the Great Bear. It's the newest, fastest roller coaster at Hershey Park . . . everyone has been dying to ride it. The kids race into line, the Dean bringing up the rear heads over for a bench. NO WAY he's going on that thing. He wouldn't admit it to the kids, for fear of being thought uncool, but those things scared the hell out of him. The Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disneyland was about as hair-raising as he was willing to attempt.

He settles in, looking at the map . . . meanwhile there's a problem over at the end of the line. As the kids all take their places, a Hershey Park worker walks up to Mary Catherine. She's talking and laughing with Dennis Jackson. Her plan was working! She was dressed in a tiny pair of white shorts, tennies and a pink and white checked linen sleeveless shirt tied around her midriff. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had a huge smile on her face.

She was terrified of going on the roller coaster . . . she'd never been on anything like it before, but Dennis asked her to sit next to him on it. "I'll protect you Mary, don't worry." She smiled . . . god she liked him SO much. Perhaps he'd ask her to the Saint Seb's Alumni Dance next month if she played her cards right. She just had to make him see past the fact that she wasn't as grown up physically as the other girls. Her plan was about to come to a grinding halt though . . .

"Excuse me . . . uhmm, you . . . the one in the pink shirt . . . can you come here for a minute please?" Mary looks up in the direction of the voice. "You mean me?" she says. "Yeah . . . come here a minute." Mary walks over confused, "Is something wrong?" "Yeah kid, you're too little to go on the Great Bear."

"WHAT?!" she says indignant. "I'm 14, give me a break. "I'm sorry, you have to be as tall as that sign. He points over to the Hershey height board. It has names of the different types of candy painted on it. "Great Bear is a Cookies and Crème ride. You have to reach that height to ride. Now, see," he says, as he stands Mary under it, putting his hand over her head and getting her to step back for a look, "you're only in the Twizzlers zone, you're at least two inches too short. You can't ride Great Bear, sorry kid."

Mary is fuming . . . she walks back over to the other kids in line and tries to be cheerful. "They won't let go on." "Awwww, it won't be as much fun without you," Mandy says. "Want me to stay behind and keep you company?" "No, Mary says, trying to stay upbeat. "I know how much you're looking forward to riding it. You all go on without me. I'll wait over there," she says, pointing to the bench Dean Michaels is sitting on. "I can go on the Wildcat with you at least, you don't have to be as tall for that one." They all wave, turning back to move forward in line. "Sorry you can't go Mary," Dennis says as he leaves to join them, "but don't worry, you'll grow up enough eventually."

Mary walks over to the bench, her head down . . . she feels like crying. She was so sure that she'd be able to impress Dennis this weekend and make him see her as a girl . . . not just a 'little girl'. Now thanks to Hershey Park's stupid sign 'little' was exactly how he was going to see her.

She wandered over to the bench and sat down next to Dean Michaels swinging her legs. "Hi Mary," he says, looking up from his map. "How come you're not going on Great Bear with everyone else? Scared?" Mary shakes her head . . . forgetting altogether that she had been afraid to ride the giant roller coaster. She was so intent on impressing Dennis she'd pushed it out of her mind.

"Well, what then? You seem like the type of girl who likes to be right in the middle of things." Mary looks at him . . . "The Park has a dumb rule about that stupid ride . . . they say I'm too little to go on it. It's NOT fair! I'm just as old as everyone else . . . I'm older than Mandy in fact! But they won't let me go on because I'm short . . . that's discrimination, isn't it Dean Michaels?"

He looks at her, wanting to laugh. She sounds so indignant and the look on her face . . . god, she looks ready to explode. "That's too bad Mary." "Too bad? It SUCKS Dean!" She turns red suddenly . . . dropping her eyes. "Sorry Sir, I mean it stinks." He puts his arm around her shoulder and gives it an encouraging squeeze. "That's better Mary. It's always important to think about what you say, even when you're angry or upset. I think you're right though, it DOES stink."

He looks at his watch and the line. "You know, I bet they'll be in line at least an hour. There's lots of other rides to go on . . . I'd like it a lot if you'd go with me Mary Catherine so I don't have to go on them alone. I bet we could go on three or four rides in the time it takes them to go on that coaster." He points at his map . . . I've got it all worked out . . . we could hit the Coal Cracker then the bumper cars and maybe the Scrambler or the Tilt-A-Whirl. We'll save the other big rides for when everyone else gets back. That way you can all go on together. What do you say Mary?"

She raises her head, giving him a tentative smile. "Really? I'd like that a lot." "Sure, and I know it's early, but you look like the type of girl who might like cotton candy. How about we get some for while we stand in line? You've got to promise not to tell though. I don't want anyone to think I might be getting soft or anything!" "Sure!," Mary says as she jumps up off the bench leading the way . . .

She ended up having a lot of fun that weekend, between the amusement park and the tour they took Sunday morning of the Hershey Chocolate Factory, even if she didn't get what she really wanted. Dennis didn't ask her to be his date at the Alumni dance . . . he still paid attention to her and even asked her to sit with him at lunch, but he spent an increasing amount of time as the weekend went on with a girl who was a sophomore. It was just going to take a little more work on her part to get Dennis to notice her . . . that and a few more inches . . . both up and out.

"Oh well," she sighed pushing her thoughts aside, trying to pay attention to Sister Constance. There was nothing she could do about growing faster. For now Mary Catherine focused on trying to get rid of that final tooth. At least that was something she had some say in. She was tired of being reminded what a little girl she was and to Mary the tooth was a symbol just one constant reminder that she was such a baby compared to the other freshmen girls.

Dennis Jackson was just one symptom of a bigger problem. Everyone was always pointing out just how little she was. She had to sit in the very front row for every class and she was always standing in front for team and club photos. The seniors always made comments about what a cute "little girl" Mary was . . . usually right before they decided what kind of punishment she should receive for making mischief.

As a result she tended to get a lot of bare bottom spankings over the seniors knees. While she wasn't saying she was glad to not feel the floor paddle from most of the older girls . . . her senior Victoria made sure she met wood often enough and hard enough for her to welcome almost anything else, it was still REALLY embarrassing to be spanked like that.

She knew the other girls on her floor didn't get over the knee hand spankings anywhere near as frequently as she did. Mary Catheirne knew it was only because she was so tiny. It was easier to control her with a firm spanking from a hand than it was to try and put her over a desk for the paddle. Even on tiptoe she couldn't really reach the floor and she'd constantly go slipping off the desk.

"Mary Catherine Whitney, come up here this instant," she suddenly hears, pulling her back to the present. She looks up with a frown. Sister Constance has that look on her face that says she's in trouble. Mary was still paying attention to the lecture (sort of) so she knew she hadn't gotten caught daydreaming. She wondered just what had made her so mad.

Mary gets up and walks to the front of the room. "Ok young lady, I've warned you before, now spit it out this instant." Sister Constance says. Mary looks at her confused, "Spit what out Sister?" The nun crosses her arms in front of her, "So that's the way you're going to play it, is that right? Fine, I'm tired of your impertinence. Hold out your hand this instant."

Mary looks frightened now . . . the other girls are behind her snickering. Slowly she holds out her right hand. "The other one Mary, you know better." "But I'm left handed Sister Constance!" she says, biting her lip. She already sees the nun drawing out her trusty ruler. "Well you know how I feel about that too young lady, so perhaps this will get you to use your right hand." Mary gasps . . . she can't believe the Sister is so old-fashioned. "I'm not going to warn you again Mary, left hand, now."

Mary holds out her left hand and the nun gives it a half dozen hard smacks with the ruler. Mary bites her tongue, red-faced, determined not to cry out. Her hand throbs, she can already see the fingers becoming fat and swollen. "You've got one more chance Mary, spit it out now or you can explain your actions to the Dean."

She looks at her, "Honest Sister, I don't have anything in my mouth." "Hmmmmpphhh, I don't know why you insist on lying to me young lady, but you can explain it to the Dean." She writes a note and hands it to her. "Take your books and go see him now. I want this problem straightened out once and for all."

Mary quickly gathers her books as best as she can, her left hand is hard to close as red and puffy as it is at the moment. Outside the classroom she gasps her eyes filling up with tears. If she was correct it wouldn't be the only thing red and swollen soon. "OOOhhh," she thinks as she walks to the Dean's office, "why does she hate me so much?"

Arriving at his office the outer office is empty and his door is open. She walks to the door and knocks on the jamb with her right hand. Andy looks up from his computer. "Mary Catherine, what are you doing here? You should be in class . . . American History right?" Mary nods, walking into the office. "Yes, Sir, uhmmmmm Dean."

He sighs, obviously she's been causing mischief again. He was just starting to get to know the freshman girls, but he's already learned that when Mary comes to see him as a result of a scrape she's gotten into, the normally outgoing young lady started to stammer slightly . . . calling him Sir and Dean. "Just Dean is fine Mary, remember? You don't have to call me Sir as well." She nods, fidgeting slightly, her tongue still working her tooth. "So what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

She hands him the note, staring at her shoes. Quickly he reads it, sighing. Mary blushes, she can hear the disappointment even before he says a word. "I thought we'd cured this problem a couple of weeks ago Mary. You promised not to have candy again." Her head snaps up . . . "But I didn't Dean Michaels, honest . . . I don't know why she thought I did, but I didn't. I promised you I wouldn't do it again and I didn't." She falls silent again, watching him trying to make a decision. Her tongue pokes back to her tooth . . . it's soooooo loose now, practically out.

He looks at her just then, his gaze narrowing. "You don't have candy in your mouth young lady? I can't believe you'd stand there and lie to me." He picks up his wastebasket. "Out, now," he says simply. She looks at him gulping, "I DON'T have candy in my mouth, I swear!" Andy sighs . . . obviously she's more worried about what he'll do if she changes her story than if she sticks to the one she's already told.

"Mary, you're digging yourself in pretty deep here. What did Sister Constance already give you for lying to her?" Mary slowly holds out her hand, the palm and fingers an angry red. "She's so mean Dean . . . I wasn't lying and on top of it she hit my left hand even though she knows I'm left handed."

He looks a little surprised . . . he doesn't mention it to Mary, but he's not happy that Sister Constance gave Mary her punishment on her writing hand. He can't tolerate girls lying though and he can see Mary trying to push the candy toward the back of her mouth with her tongue.

He opens his desk drawer and gets out his own ruler . . . well, sort of a ruler. His friend Tim Downs, Dean at Flintridge Prep gave it to him when Andy had been appointed the new Dean of Students and Discipline. It was as long as a ruler and still had the measurements on it, but it was highly polished cherry and solid—a good inch thick.

"I find this is very effective with the freshmen girls in particular Andy," Tim had told him when he gave it to him last summer. "Most of them are too small and scared to get the regular paddle or some of the sterner forms of discipline that are traditional for errant schoolgirls. This has a good healthy bite to it. Enough to make them realize you mean business, but not so much that they become frightened of you. A little healthy fear is good, and this does the trick quite well."

Mary's eyes grow wide as he walks around his desk to Mary, smacking the ruler against his hand. "I'm going to run a quick errand Mary Catherine. I want you in the corner while I'm gone. When I come back I want to hear a different story or we'll be getting to the bottom of things in a more hands-on way. That clear young lady?" She nods gasping. He steers her into the corner and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Her lip is quivering slightly as she stands in the corner. "This is SO unfair!" she thinks. "I'm about to get a spanking when I didn't even DO anything!" The minutes tick by and all too soon the Dean returns and gets her to stand in front of his desk. "Anything you'd like to add to your story Mary Catherine?" She shakes her head, her eyes, closed, pushing against her tooth. He sighs, "Fine, come over here young lady and lets get this over with."

She walks to his side of the desk and he moves his chair back patting his lap. "Ok Mary, over my knee." Mary awkwardly lies across his lap, closing her eyes. She groans as she feels him pull up the hem of her skirt and tuck it into her waistband. She feels the ruler resting across her regulation white briefs. He taps her bottom gently . . .

"Last chance to change your mind Mary." She shakes her head . . . it's bad enough to be spanked for something she didn't do, she wasn't about to lie and say she did it as well. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She hears the ruler being placed on his desk and feels his finger at the base of her spine as it hooks into the waistband of her panties. "I'm sorry this is necessary Mary Catherine." She turns red, gasping as her panties are lowered to her knees. Silent tears start to fall down her face. It's SOOOOO embarrassing that he means to spank her on the bare.

"Smack," the first spank comes down . . .the flat of his hand on her small bottom. She's so tiny that his hand nearly covers an entire cheek. "Smack . . . smack . . . smack" he begins with a slow, firm hand spanking. By the end he plans to use the ruler, but he wants to make sure her bottom is properly warmed first.

It doesn't take long before her bottom is a uniform medium pink . . . "SMACCCCK, SMMACKKKK" "Ooh, owwww" Mary's legs kick . . . she's still protesting her innocence. "No, you're not being fair . . . I didn't do it! Owwwchhhh" "Smack . . . smack . . . WHHHHHHAAAAPPPPP!!" His hand stills. Mary, I saw you pushing around that candy in your mouth with your tongue. I know you think it's easy to fool me young lady, but it's not."

She gasps as he picks up the ruler and taps her warmed bottom. That's what they thought . . . they thought her loose tooth was a candy she was trying to hide. "Iiittttsss not what . . . what you thhhinnnkk," she gasps. "No, please, I can explain Dean." "You had a chance to change your story Mary, now it's time to learn lying isn't something Saint Francis girls do. You've got 12 coming and I want you to count them off.

"WWHHHAPP," Mary's head raises and she cries out sharply, "Oh, owwww, one" "SMMACCCK" "TWO" . . . SMACK, CRAAAACCKKKK, WHAAAAAAAP . . . ooow . . . owwwwwchhhhh three . . . four . . . FIVEEEE!!!!! This is the first time Andy has use the ruler on one of his girls and judging by the color on Mary's small cheeks and the amount of squirming she's doing across his lap at the moment he'd have to say that the small punishment stick is as effective as Tim promised him it would be.

"CCCCRAACKK" "Six" . . . "SMAAAAAACKK, SMMMACK" Seven, eight . . . "SMACKKKK, CRACKKK, WAAAAPPP" "Niiiiinnnnne, TEEEEENNNN, . . . . ohhhhh, owwwwww, no moreee . . .ELLLLLEVVEENNNN!" Andy draws back once more and brings the ruler down on the very center of Mary's tender sit spot . . . "Ouchhh, owwwwww, oh god, TWELVEEE!!!!!"

She goes flying off his lap, her sore left hand as well as her right one rubbing her bottom furiously. Her panties are tangled around her ankles, slipping as she stood and her face is red and streaked with tears. She closes her eyes and bounces up and down on her toes. Through her discomfort she hears the Dean telling her to raise her panties and to return to the other side of his desk. Tearfully she complies, gasping as her small panties cling to her well-spanked cheeks.

"Now, young lady are you ready to tell me a story I'll believe or do we need to repeat this tonight before bedtime?" Mary gasps aloud, a fresh stream of tears beginning to fall. She shakes her head. He looks at her, "God, I've never seen such a stubborn little girl," he thinks.

Usually a good spanking combined with the threat of another got them talking. He looks hard at her, "I mean what I say Mary, so you might want to rethink your decision to keep quiet. I can't believe you'd want another spanking." She shakes her head, her tongue pushing, pushing . . . pop! Her tooth comes out and rolls into the side of her cheek.

As much as she deserves it, he doesn't like the thought of spanking her a second time tonight. He decides to end it right here and now. "Ok, that's enough Mary," he says in the same quiet tone that he had as he lectured her with earlier. "I want you to spit out whatever it is you have in your mouth and I mean this instant. Is that clear?"

Mary looks at him, an odd look on her face. Slowly she puts her hand to her mouth and spits, closing her hand tightly over the contents. "Open your hand Mary," he says, looking at her sternly. She uncurls her fingers and he looks down, a frown coming to his face. It's not candy, it's a tooth!

His gaze softens immediately and he gently says, "Mary? Was that what was in your mouth this whole time? Why didn't you just say so when Sister Constance and I asked?" She looks at him embarrassed. "I didn't realize for the longest time that's what made you think I was eating candy again."

"It's been loose for nearly a week and I've been wriggling it to try and make it fall out. It wasn't until you were nearly done spanking me that I realized that's what made you think I was lying. I didn't know what to do. It finally just fell out a minute ago." She looks at her shoes, her bottom still smarting. Andy walks around the desk and gives Mary Catherine a big hug and a kiss on the forehead, stroking her hair.

"Can you forgive me for not believing you Mary?" he asks. Mary Catherine looks up at him and nods, a small smile coming to her face. "Sure Dean, I wouldn't have believed me either after catching me with candy so many times." He laughs, "Well that had something to do with it, but you've never given me a reason to think you were lying. I can't take back your spanking today, but I can say I'm sorry and promise that next time I'll listen to you before making a snap judgement."

Mary nods . . . she knows that Sister Constance or probably anyone else wouldn't have apologized. "I forgive you Dean," she says with an earnest innocence to her voice. He hugs her again . . . this Dean thing was going to take some getting used to he thought.

He walks her to the door, noticing she already has a slight bounce back in her step though he knows her bottom must still smart. "Good, now, don't forget to put that tooth under your pillow tonight so the Tooth Fairy can visit." She turns at the door laughing, "There's no such thing Dean, everyone knows that . . . I've ALWAYS known that . . . I never got anything from a tooth in my life except a toothache!"

He ruffles her hair. "Humor me Mary, ok? I personally still believe in the Tooth Fairy. She always brought me something good when I lost a tooth." She laughs, nodding, it's silly she thinks but she knows he's trying to make her laugh to forget her spanking so she decides to play along.

Mary and Mandy climb into their beds that night and after they turn the lights off, Mary slips her tooth under her pillow. She doesn't want Mandy to know she's doing something so childish. She gets teased enough about being a little girl as it is. They drift off to sleep and in the middle of the night the Tooth Fairy pays a little visit . . .

In the morning, Mandy heads off to the bathroom, leaving Mary stretching in bed. Alone, Mary slips her hand under her pillow to pull out the tooth before Mandy comes back and sees it. Her hand touches something smooth and round. Closing around it she pulls it out and opens her hand, a big smile coming to her face—a shiny new silver dollar is resting in her palm. Mandy comes back in as Mary is still staring at the coin. "Hey, where'd you get that?" she asks.

Mary smiles, "Tooth Fairy." Mandy laughs, "The Tooth Fairy? That's a good one Mary . . . you're SUCH a little girl sometimes!" Mary turns bright red, and starts to protest . . . "I am NOT a little . . ." her voice dies out. "You know what? Maybe I still AM. Come on, hurry up and get dressed . . . I'll race you to breakfast!" With that Mary jumps out of bed and hurries to the bathroom, the silver dollar still pressed in her hand.

© 1999 Mary Catherine Whitney, All Rights Reserved.

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