Chilton Academy (Spanking Story)

The Same Paper

I opened my mouth to protest when I heard the sound of the front door closing. Joe walked in the kitchen and took a seat on the stool next to me.

"Helping with dinner?" Joe asked taking my paper and a red pen out of his inside jacket pocket.

"No, mostly just getting smacked for stealing all the veggies," I said taking a bite of my last carrot.

Joe nodded his head, "Sounds about right."

Joe looked down at my paper for a few moments before turning his head to look at me with narrowed eyes. "This is the same paper," he said sounding irritated.

"I corrected it."

"I didn't tell you to correct it, I told you to rewrite it," he said his tone sharp.

"Well, I'll just take the D then," I said rolling my eyes.

"Excuse me?" Joe said sounding taken aback by my statement. Nick stopped chopping his narrowed eyes trained on me.

"I worked hard on that paper Joe, I fixed the grammatical errors and added some things but if you think that is a D paper then I will take the D, I'm not rewriting it." I said hopping down from my stool and walking out of the kitchen. I grabbed my backpack and quickly walked to my room slamming the door. I slumped down onto my bed knowing that this little conversation I had found myself in was far from over, but honestly at this point I didn't care. A moment later my door opened and Nick, not Joe, walked in.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" He questioned. I could actually almost see the steam shooting out of his ears. "Three minutes ago you were perfectly fine, then Joe walks in and you morph into a raging brat!" He spat in a loud tone that made me flinch.

"EVERYONE says my paper is good...even Kevin, he is the one who told me not to rewrite it." I argued.

"Kevin is not your professor for Language Arts, Joe is, I don't care if he wants you to stand on your head during class and sing your ABC's if he tells you to do something, you DO IT," He said emphasizing the last two words just as Joe walked into my room.

"You guys say that you don't want me treated differently because you are professors, but no one else had to re-write their paper just me, how is that not treating me differently?"

"Not true," Joe said speaking up for the first time. "One other person had to redo their paper." Joe walked over and tossed a paper onto the bed. I picked it up and started to read the all too familiar words, then looked up at Joe in confusion.

"What is this?" I questioned, utterly confused.

"You tell me," He replied dryly.

"It's my paper."

Joe cocked a brow and crossed his arms across his chest, "Is it?"

It took me a few moments to register what he was questioning. "You think I CHEATED? You think I copied this paper?" My tone was high and irate.

"Two students turn in the exact same paper, I ask them both to rewrite it and you refuse to produce a new one," He stated.

"Yea, 'cause I worked my ass off on the first one!" I spat back.

"WATCH IT!" both Joe and Nick warned in unison.

I stood from my bed and walked over to my desk, rifling through a stack of papers before grabbing a notebook and shoving it into Joe's chest. "If I copied the paper, why would I bother with all the rough drafting?"

Joe opened the notebook and leafed through pages of my rough drafts and hand scribbled notes before closing it and looking up at me with a sigh, "I suppose you wouldn't."

"So all this time you thought I cheated," I said, torn between wanting to cry and wanting to scream.

"I had two identical papers handed in, I knew someone had copied but had no way of telling who, I wanted to believe that it wasn't you which is why I had you write new papers rather than failing you both but to be honest yes it looked a little suspicious when you threw such a fit over rewriting the paper," Joe explained.

"Who copied my paper?" I questioned, ideas of how to get my revenge already streaming through my head.

"I can't tell you that," he said, shaking his head.

"How did this other student get a copy of your paper?" Nick asked.

I shrugged in frustration and sat down on my bed, "I don't know."

"Where did you print it?" Nick asked.

"I printed it at school the way I do all my papers."

"Well, maybe you left the file open? Did you have it uploaded to the student server?" he asked.

"No, I don't trust that thing, there are too many ways to hack into it even if it is password protected. I always save it to..." I jumped up from my bed and walked over to my backpack that was discarded next to the doorway. I quickly rifled through my backpack before letting out a frustrated growl. "A flash drive...that is now missing."

"Looks like we know how someone got access to your paper. Was there anything else on the flash?" Nick asked.

"No, just that paper," I said, shaking my head and taking my seat back on the bed.

"That's some good news at least" Nick said smiling, I wasn't ready to return the smile, I was still pretty livid. "I'm going to go check on dinner and let you two talk," Nick said turning and walking out leaving Joe and I together in an awkward silence.

"CeCe..." Joe started.

"I cant believe you thought I cheated," I said hurt.

"I'm sorry, I should have trusted you," he said sitting down beside me on the bed.

"Yes, you should have...so what? Now whoever copied my paper gets off scott free for plagiarism and gets the grade for this new paper they handed in?" I asked now fully irritated at the whole situation.

"No, this second paper was a way to determine who cheated more than anything else, it will not be graded. Your grade will be changed and she will be failed for the assignment." He clarified.

"So how were you going to determine which one of us cheated by the second paper?" I asked slightly confused.

"People generally keep a similar writing style, I was just planning to compare it to the old paper." he explained.

"Well, wouldn't you have already figured it out then, the paper was due today," I questioned digging for more information on my plagiarizer.

"Yours was due today, hers is due tomorrow," he said.

So whoever stole it is a girl that has Joe for Language Arts on tuesdays and thursdays...

"I'm not giving you any more information," he said "I know that's what you are trying to do, don't worry about it I will handle it."

Yea, I knew exactly how he would "handle it" too...so tomorrow I look for a girl leaving Joe's Language Arts class with a sore ass and I'll find the cheater.

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