Chapter 6

Jessica the Housemother

Dr Park _______ had left the faculty meeting 15 minutes early, braving some puzzled stares as she did so. There was no way she was going to run afoul of Mrs Jessica again, not after last time. At 25 the smart black-haired Korean literature lecturer had found herself in the bizarre and not to say embarrassing position of being assigned to freshman halls. What none of her colleagues knew or at least ______ prayed they didn’t know, was that Mrs Jessica the housemother cut her absolutely no slack as a faculty member and treated her the same as the students in her care. That is to say that one breach of the rules, one minute home passed curfew and ______ would find herself bare-bottomed across the housemother’s knee for a prolonged and very sound spanking.

Of course she had tried to find alternative accommodation, but for one reason or another none had appealed to her. Instead she had reasoned that if she obeyed the rules and got home on time then she could enjoy the rather curious goings-on at Chain Reaction House without suffering. It was a mantra she often repeated to herself and sometimes she almost believed it.

“You won’t get out that door Miss,” a voice said from behind and breaking into her thoughts.

_______ rattled the doors and found them locked before turning back to the short scruffy janitor who spoke.

“Oh, how do I get out?” she asked, some urgency creeping into her voice as she glanced at her watch. It was already 9.49pm.

“All the doors are alarmed after eight,” the man said with a yawn. “You have to go out the front.”

_______ gave the doors one final accusatory glance and then hurried back the way she had come.

It took another four minutes to reach the way out and by then she was late. It was a 10 minute brisk walk to Chain Reaction House and even then she usually had to break into burst of light jogging. She now had seven minutes and she was on the wrong side of the building.

“Oh _______,” someone called out.

_______ glanced back and saw one of her colleagues. The meeting she had ducked out of was over it would seem.

“I really have to go,” she said anxiously as she backed away.

“But…” the man began, but Park _______ was already running.

*

The trees were dark silhouettes against the sky, with just a hint of yellow towards the west. Why does this keep happening to me? _______ was frantic. She was running at full tilt now.

Chain Reaction House was up ahead, but annoyingly there was a fence from this approach and she wasted several moments doubling back to the side road some 100 yards down from where she had wanted to cross. Worse still the only door still open, the main door, was on the far side of the building: 9.58pm, said her watch.

“,” she said as she put on another spurt.

This is so stupid, why can’t I…? Her mind raced as she turned the corner and made a break for the door. Her watch still said a minute to the hour and it was some relief that she crashed into the door. It wouldn’t budge.

“Come on, it’s still 9.59,” she wailed in rising panic.

_______ rechecked her watch and saw the hand touch the top of the hour. It doesn’t count she told herself, I was here on time. She hammered on the door. Finally someone came and the door opened.

“I was on time,” _______ said insistently before she even saw who was there.

“Keep your voice down,” the girl inside hissed.

Then even as _______ stepped into the hall her rescuer was gone.

The hapless Dr Park looked up at the hall clock and saw that it was two minutes faster than her watch, which now read 10.05 in any case. Luckily there was no sign of Mrs Jessica the housemother, so _______ allowed herself a sigh. If I can just get to my room, she thought.

As precaution she took the first floor passage to the backstairs and made her way to her floor from the long way round, perhaps if she stripped to her underwear in a bathroom on her floor she might just… this was bat crazy , she realised angrily. I am 25 and a member of staff.

As she to her corridor the door to her room was tantalisingly near. She paused at the bathroom and gazed longingly at the haven of her study. It was stupid to linger so she bailed on the ‘I was just going to the can’ stratagem and broke into a trot for home.

Of course the door was locked and her keys were still in her purse, oh another delay, she thought as she fumbled for them. Just then a door opened behind her and _______ froze.

It was a bleary-eyed freshman stumbling off to the bathroom and _______ relaxed. She had her own shower so the bathroom ploy was a weak one, especially when she still had her purse and outdoor coat on. No one would believe she had just been visiting the john.

_______ finally got the keys in the lock and they jangled along with her nerves for several protracted moments before the door swung inwards. _______’s heart leapt as if she had fallen off a curb and she shot a glance up the hall certain that Mrs Jessica would be standing there.

Was it bravado or something else that made her pause? There was some excitement in the risk. Then at another sound her courage failed and she ducked into her room and firmly closed the door.

“This is so stupid,” she sighed as she flipped on the light.

But she was safe.

Dropping her purse and coat on the bed she contemplated a shower before some TV on her small portable black and white, but a sound from the hall distracted her. Once Mrs Jessica had knocked on her door having seen _______ creep in; the stop-out lecturer held her breath. But the only sound was the fire doors closing followed by the clunk of the bathroom door, no doubt a student. The final indoor curfew was a few minutes away and even then girls would risk a dash to the toilet sometimes, which was usually tolerated by the housemother. _______ collapsed on the bed and finally relaxed.

Then she saw the note on her desk. Even from across the room _______ could recognise Mrs Jessica’s handwriting. Her stomach lurched and she felt sick. The writing was large and clear. Visible even from where she sat were the words ‘come and see me at once.’

_______ snatched up the note and reread it. Over the fold Mrs Jessica had written ‘dropped by directly after curfew with a book left at the front desk for you. It seems you are still out. Mrs Jessica’

“Ooh, damn and blast,” _______ wailed.

 

 

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polaris_crux #1
Chapter 16: Would've liked it better if the ending included her confession to Jessica. It was good, though there were parts where some names weren't converted.
Eriika
#2
Chapter 16: Nmms
corinneniix
#3
Chapter 16: i dont know why im reading this but here i am
Eriika
#4
Chapter 12: Ya quiero que los papeles se inviertan y el personaje pueda golpear las nalgas de Jess 7u7
Eriika
#5
Chapter 6: Esto es raro
Eriika
#6
Ohoho si
toncanan
#7
Chapter 3: cant imagine a faculty getting spanked on the x))
Alex28
#8
Chapter 2: Nice first chapter~
prinzginger #9
Looking forward to ittt! I’ve always loved ur storiess
khayrullhacker13
#10
Im looking forward for this story.....