WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES AND OUTLINES OF NON-ABUSIVE, NON-SEXUAL CORPORAL PUNISHMENT OF MINORS. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Jared took me to the arts section next.

"Some of the people here are here to stay, so, last year, they added a department for extracurricular activities," he explained. I nodded as he led me down the hallway. It held about a dozen rooms. Each door was labeled and had a picture underneath the label to help the little kids find their way.

The first door was labeled, 'Choir'. The room was much smaller than the classroom, but it still managed to contain a set of risers, a piano, a few guitars, violins, oboes, a keyboard, a few drum sets, and several sets of bells and maracas, the things that you shake on the beat while you sing something.

The second door was labeled 'Dance' and contained a full dance studio and several small mini studios for the different types of dance, like ballet and ballroom dancing. The other doors ranged from theater to academic team to badminton.

"There aren't any of the traditional sports here," Jared said. "There's no basketball or baseball or anything. If you want to play anything like that, they have soccer goals and basketball hoops and stuff like that out back by the trampoline. They don't have it here like they do the other sports because doing away with it helps decrease bullying. Even though the punishment for bullying is so severe that I doubt anyone would ever do it anyways."

"Punishment?" I asked, slightly nervous. "Oh, yeah. That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Jared said. "Come here." Although he was scaring me a bit, I followed him. We rounded a corner and I immediately saw a room labeled 'Study' and, right next to it, a section of the building that was roped off. The door's label read, 'Detention House'.

"This is the study, or as we call it, the punishment room. This is where they take you when you're in trouble and it warrants something more than can be administered right there," Jared said, bringing my attention back to the first door.

We walked in and I looked around. The room contained almost nothing except a bed. There was a coat rack beside the bed. When I looked at Jared with confusion written across my face, he said, "That's where you put your clothes if you're really in for it."

Oh god.

I think I understand now.

The question is, am I excited for this or not?

Jared took me by the shoulders and turned me so that I was facing the far wall, which I had failed to notice. I drew in a sharp breath at what I saw.

The wall was filled with implements. The first section of the wall contained hooks from which hairbrushes, each one a bit different from the other, hung. The next section contained two wooden spoons hanging from the hooks. Holes had been drilled in their handles so that they would hang from the hooks. On the next part, I spotted four different paddles. One was one of the ones that I'd found on Amazon when I was window shopping.

The Purpleheart Spanking Paddle.

Everyone says it stings like a bitch.

The other three I did not recognize. One had holes drilled in it, another had a sandpaper-y surface so as to hurt more, the Purpleheart one was, true to its name, purple-tinted and made of some type of smooth, polished wood, and the last one, much to my amusement, had 'Bad Girl' on it.

The next section of the wall held two belts, one longer than the other. They were hanging by their buckles. The section after that one contained a switch. It had been stripped of all protruding branches and leaves, and had a hole drilled into the top, like the spoons and the paddles. The last section of the wall displayed two wooden canes with holes in the tops.

"Each implement has a different level of strength," Jared said, startling me. "They all inflict pain in different ways." "Yay," I muttered sarcastically. "You know, you still haven't told me exactly what this whole punishment thing is."

You know full well what it is, Reese. You read Cassie's books.

Ugh. I do.

Is it bad that I'm kind of happy about this?

I admit it - I've always wanted something like this.

"We believe in corporal punishment here at Cope," Jared said, sounding as if he was reading from a brochure. "Meaning what?" I asked, growing impatient.

"Spanking."

Author's Note: Sorry this is such a short chapter, you guys. I promise the next one will be longer. Two updates in two days!! I'm on a roll. Anyways, so now you've been introduced to exactly the kind of different this book is...I hope you all are okay with this...I know it's a bit out there, but it's something I've been reading about and learning about for some time now. To be honest, after I'm finished writing the corporal punishment based version of this book, I might make a vanilla version of PBP because I mean, let's be real. What publisher in their right mind is going to want a book that's actually a story in it's own right that deals with stuff like this? But anyways. I hope you guys learn to love this style as much as I do. Until next time, my friends.

Stay strong my lovelies.

All my love,

Em