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Virgin Punishment
     
    Ella Marquis

    Copyright 2012 by Ella
Marquis
    Smashwords Edition
     

    Mindy crossed her arms over her chest and let
out an annoyed sigh. Father-what-a-waste number one was preaching
at her again. At least she could look at his lean body while
pretending to listen to the scolding. She liked his dark hair, deep
brown eyes, and how he always looked like he needed a shave. It
gave him that rugged look she found attractive in a guy.
    “This is the fourth time in two weeks you’ve
been sent to this office,” Father Santiago was saying. “Last week
it was for smoking on the athletic field and passing notes in
class. This week it was for violating the dress code and texting in
class. I don’t know what to do with you, Miss Garcia.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Father, I understand
getting busted for smoking, but I wasn’t texting, I was making
notes for my homework assignments in my phone. I have a task list
app. Wanna see?” She pulled her phone out of her purse. “And that
note I passed to Amber was asking if she would tutor me.”
    The father lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t need
to see the phone. And I suppose the dress code violation was just
an oversight?”
    “The rules aren’t that clear,” she
said with a shrug. “I misunderstood.”
    “What part of,” he looked down at the paper
in front of him, “ No clothing that exposes the breasts is
allowed , did you find unclear?
    She shrugged. “I figured you were
anti-nipple. I absolutely agree with that. But my breasts weren’t
exposed.”
    “Pardon my bluntness Miss Garcia, but
cleavage does count as exposure of the breasts.”
    “We clearly have different views of what
exposure means.”
    “My point, Miss Garcia, is you have been
habitually breaking the rules of this school for the past year.
Your last dress code violation only last month, was exposure of the
midriff. The month before that, your skirt was too short. The month
before that, you exposed your panties to some of the male
students.” Father Santiago’s voice wavered a bit.
    She laughed. “Yeah, well maybe if Greg Chavez
and his boys hadn’t been trying to look up my skirt no one would
have been exposed to my panties.”
    “I have talked to Father Montoya and we
aren’t sure what to do with you. None of the nuns want you in their
detention classes because you’re a disruption. We could call in
your mother, but we’ve been doing that and clearly it isn’t
working. You lack discipline at home.” Father Santiago put both
hands on the desk and leaned toward her. “What do you propose we do
with you?”
    She shrugged. “I really wasn’t doing anything
wrong on purpose,” she said with a hopeful smile. “Can’t you just
say this is my last warning and next time I’ll have to do detention
with you or Father Montoya or something?”
    He looked down at the folder in front of him
again. “You turn eighteen next Monday. How do you suppose your
irresponsibility and inability to follow the rules will suit you
out in the real world? Do you think college professors will be as
lenient? Do you think employers will overlook dress code violation
after dress code violation? Here at Saint Mary’s we try to prepare
our students for the real world, Miss Garcia. The rules exist for a
reason.”
    She shrugged. Clearly she hadn’t thought that
far into it.
    The father let out an exasperated sigh. “You
will begin detention in the basement with either me or Father
Montoya next Monday.”
    “That’s my birthday,” she protested.
    “If you’re not there you will be expelled.
It’s my suggestion you don’t ditch. You’re a semester away from
graduating high school. Do you really want to repeat the twelfth
grade in public school?” He gave her a cold glare.
    This time it was serious. She really was in
trouble. Biting her lip she weighed her options only to realize she
didn’t have any. She wasn’t getting out of it this time. Looking
down at her hands she nodded. “I’ll be