A New Form of Discipline
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
"We can continue his punishment at home if you want,” Mrs. Bemine proposed to the seated Ms. Prittey. Phil was dumbstruck - he had been expecting his mother to defend him, and to tell Ms. Prittey a thing or two about her teaching style. But instead, his mother had accepted this form of punishment, and it looked like she might even embrace it!
Phil rolled over, facing his mom “No! Mom, I don’t want to be at your feet - I didn’t even do anything!” he begged.
“Well, well,” Ms. Prittey began, “I was going to say that you’ve been very good at accepting your punishment like a big boy, and that you didn’t need anymore, but now I see you’ve resorting to lying.”
Phil rolled back over to face his giant teacher. His wrists were still tied by the knot in the string.
Ms. Prittey continued. “Because of that, I’m going to have to recommend that your punishment continues, and that it is continuous until you reach school, tomorrow morning.”
She then spoke to Phil’s mother. “I think it’s best that he learns his lesson quickly, so he doesn’t develop disruptive habits, and learns to always tell-the-truth,” she finished, with an emphasis on the last three words.
Phil turned to his mom again. “Mom...! Please...!” Phil cried.
“What do you want me to do about it Phil?” she replied. “When you misbehave, there are consequences. When you lie, there are consequences. When you do both, there are BIG consequences. I’m not going to let you out of punishment you rightly deserve,” she declared.
Phil then looked at his sister - she was grinning. ‘Why is she so happy?’ he asked himself.
The teacher began again. “He’s in trouble for bothering Kendra’s feet during class - invading her personal space - so we decided that a fitting punishment would be to let her invade his personal space with her feet. So that’s what you need to make sure happens - he needs to constantly have his personal space invaded by someone else’s feet if this punishment is going to do its job.”
Phil’s mother and sister were both nodding at every point the teacher made.
Phil’s mom then turned to Becky. “Do you mind helping me some of this, Becky?”
Becky smirked. “Let’s see... I get to rub my feet all over my little brother, he doesn’t get to complain, and I won’t get in any trouble for any of it. Do you think I’d mind, Mom?” she snickered. Her mother and Ms. Prittey laughed as well - they understood what it was like to have a little brother - you’re always willing to humiliate him.
“Becky! Please don’t - ” Phil began, but was cut off as Becky stepped forward..
“Shut up. You’re going to have to smell Mom’s feet, and you’re also going to have to deal with mine. They’re big, they stink, and your little cute nose is going to smell them all over. I’m going to enjoy every second of it. It’s final,” she declared.
“That’s the spirit...!” Ms. Prittey said. “Your daughter knows what this is all about - just let her have him some, and I guarantee he’ll learn his lesson more quickly than if you grounded him a hundred times,” she finished.
Phil looked up at his mother. She looked him in the eyes, slightly raising one eyebrow. “Well, I’ve been looking for a good form of discipline to use with you. If rubbing my smelly feet all over you is what it takes, it’s what it takes,” she said.
Phil was horrified - it sounded like she might start doing this regularly, as a normal punishment. “Let’s get this string off of you, tho’” she continued, as her other hand came into view. Her huge fingernails grabbed the knot around his wrist, and pulled it loose. The string fell the long distance to the ground, and he was free from it.
His arms would barely move, however.
Phil rolled over, facing his mom “No! Mom, I don’t want to be at your feet - I didn’t even do anything!” he begged.
“Well, well,” Ms. Prittey began, “I was going to say that you’ve been very good at accepting your punishment like a big boy, and that you didn’t need anymore, but now I see you’ve resorting to lying.”
Phil rolled back over to face his giant teacher. His wrists were still tied by the knot in the string.
Ms. Prittey continued. “Because of that, I’m going to have to recommend that your punishment continues, and that it is continuous until you reach school, tomorrow morning.”
She then spoke to Phil’s mother. “I think it’s best that he learns his lesson quickly, so he doesn’t develop disruptive habits, and learns to always tell-the-truth,” she finished, with an emphasis on the last three words.
Phil turned to his mom again. “Mom...! Please...!” Phil cried.
“What do you want me to do about it Phil?” she replied. “When you misbehave, there are consequences. When you lie, there are consequences. When you do both, there are BIG consequences. I’m not going to let you out of punishment you rightly deserve,” she declared.
Phil then looked at his sister - she was grinning. ‘Why is she so happy?’ he asked himself.
The teacher began again. “He’s in trouble for bothering Kendra’s feet during class - invading her personal space - so we decided that a fitting punishment would be to let her invade his personal space with her feet. So that’s what you need to make sure happens - he needs to constantly have his personal space invaded by someone else’s feet if this punishment is going to do its job.”
Phil’s mother and sister were both nodding at every point the teacher made.
Phil’s mom then turned to Becky. “Do you mind helping me some of this, Becky?”
Becky smirked. “Let’s see... I get to rub my feet all over my little brother, he doesn’t get to complain, and I won’t get in any trouble for any of it. Do you think I’d mind, Mom?” she snickered. Her mother and Ms. Prittey laughed as well - they understood what it was like to have a little brother - you’re always willing to humiliate him.
“Becky! Please don’t - ” Phil began, but was cut off as Becky stepped forward..
“Shut up. You’re going to have to smell Mom’s feet, and you’re also going to have to deal with mine. They’re big, they stink, and your little cute nose is going to smell them all over. I’m going to enjoy every second of it. It’s final,” she declared.
“That’s the spirit...!” Ms. Prittey said. “Your daughter knows what this is all about - just let her have him some, and I guarantee he’ll learn his lesson more quickly than if you grounded him a hundred times,” she finished.
Phil looked up at his mother. She looked him in the eyes, slightly raising one eyebrow. “Well, I’ve been looking for a good form of discipline to use with you. If rubbing my smelly feet all over you is what it takes, it’s what it takes,” she said.
Phil was horrified - it sounded like she might start doing this regularly, as a normal punishment. “Let’s get this string off of you, tho’” she continued, as her other hand came into view. Her huge fingernails grabbed the knot around his wrist, and pulled it loose. The string fell the long distance to the ground, and he was free from it.
His arms would barely move, however.
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