It was just another ordinary day at Ms. Witherspoon’s school for wayward girls; groups of reformed “young ladies” were busy working on their needlepoint projects in the sewing room under the strict supervision of Ms. Helga VonDiscipline. Very little was known about the new girl Dina, who had been dropped off at the school in the middle of the night a few weeks previous, but some nasty rumors had already begun to circulate.

Popular Muffy McTrixie and her clique of Abercrombie-clad followers cornered Dina by the cutting table. “So what’s your story, freak?” demanded Muffy. Dina just looked back at them with an ice-cold stare. “I’ve heard you’ve got real problems,” persisted Muffy. Ms. VonDiscipline took note of the impending conflict, but did nothing. She wanted to see if the new girl was worthy of her training. Dina did not disappoint. Just as Muffy leaned forward to push her, Dina let loose with a volley of bitchslaps so breathtakingly fast that the rest of the students lost count.

At 3:30 Dina sat in Ms. VonDiscipline’s office awaiting her punishment. It was no big deal to her; she’d been kicked out of plenty of schools before. Little did she know that today her whole life was going to change. Ms. VonDiscipline strode into the room with her customary severe expression. “Well, I suppose you think that you are something special….” She began as Dina silently examined a blood-stained fingernail. “I have been watching you, waiting to see what you could do.” Despite her better judgment, Dina looked up, intrigued. “There is much you could learn here,” continued Ms. VonDiscipline, removing a strange object from a locked cabinet at the back of the room. “Do you know what this is?” she asked, laying a vicious looking wooden paddle on her desk. It was coated in a thick black lacquer, painted with red flames and engraved with the words “Corporal Punishment”. “What is that?” asked Dina, betrayed by her curiosity. “Ah ha, so it can speak,” laughed Ms. VonDiscipline. “This, my dear, is your future.” “There are a LOT of undesirables that need to be punished, and you are just the girl for the job.” Dina smiled and grabbed the paddle. She had found her calling at last…..