Pinky didn't know it yet, but his mom and older step sister, Leinani, were already talking to Alicia, her parents, the principal, vice principal and teacher. During lunch, Pinky saw a student go up to his half-sister, Elizabeth, and tell her to follow along. He guessed that meant she was going to be asked what went down, and would not answer favorably.
Elizabeth for her part, was giddy in getting to put down her slightly older brother, and happy to make a new friend.
"Oh I saw what he was drawing," she lied, "that's why I thought it's fair to put him down, making a girl feel that way. Just wanted to keep him off her I guess."
She smiled brightly, along with her older step sister Leinani as well as Alicia. The rather young staff also looked forward to seeing the boy punished, but most of all, Pinky's mother knew she wanted to make things right.
The principal stated
"Right, so I'll send for him now."
To which she replied,
"No, let's make an announcement. If I may?"
"Oh, well, go ahead." The principal pressed a button and held a mic towards Pinky's mom.
"Jamie Geek Tuard, this is your mother speaking. I'm here to give you a spanking, come to the principal's office. I repeat, Jamie Geek Tuard, your mother has arrived to give you a spanking, come to the principal's office. You shouldn't draw your crush getting hurt because she laughed when someone maked fun of the pinky toe between your legs." As soon as she said the word *Spanking*, the faces of all the other ladies in the room lit up. They knew the horror and humiliation must be overwhelming for Pinky at that moment, and it filled them with ecstacy.
*Could a woman get away with that?* Alicia wondered. Well, controversies were had before, and tho she never knew a spanking personally, she had heard of them and this was Pinky's mom in a private office. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing she had ever seen, probably, but it sure felt like it.
It was too good to be true. She never imagined herself to be sadistic, or in this situation at all, but her unwavering smile made her face tingle in an undeniably pleasurable way. She just loved the thrill of what was going on, and how surreal it was. She had just heard some naughty little boy's mother scold him as publicly as possible over the entire school, telling him matter of factly that he was going to get spanked. There was nothing he could do about it, he was powerless, and she'd get to watch!
It seemed like if she had taken time to imagine this, she wouldn't think it such an unreal scenario, and she pondered how many other happenings she heard of were far more vivid for their participants than she had realized. This was a strange feeling of super vivid awareness and it felt as good as she could ever recall feeling.