The Cedar Point College for Troubled Youth (For CleverFox)

[Lys]

A strange emotion formed across Felix's face: a mixture between a pout and expression of worry. As usual, when she knew she was in trouble, her stormy attitude disappeared and was replaced with a very bashful, nervous one. She was currently transitioning to the latter.

"Don't call me that," Felix said softly, getting out of the car. She knew it wouldn't change anything. After all, Tristan had called her that for most of the time they had known each other. Still, that didn't change Felix's attitude about it. Either way, her name was two syllables. Changing "Felix" to "Feli" just made it more cutesy. And Felix wasn't cute! Then again, Felix had never looked at her pouting face in the mirror...

The two entered the building, and after a short trip up several flights of stairs, Felix reached for her key and opened the door, entering before her former mentor. The room was not disgusting; there was nothing smelly or unsanitary lying about, but it was most certainly messy. Clothing that needed to be wrangled into a laundry basket laid strewn about. Papers, all graded with little, red letter "A's" were haphazardly spread throughout the room, nowhere near the recycling bin where Felix intended them to go.

"See? It's not that bad," Felix said shakily, trying to convince herself that what she was saying was true, and that she didn't deserve what was most certainly coming.

[CleverFox]

Tristan looked over at the girl when Felix told him not to call her by the nickname that he had long ago given her but he just offered her a smile in response to that. This wasn't the first time that she had told him not to call her that and he was equally as sure that it wasn't going to be the last time, mainly because he liked the nickname and fully intended on continuing to use it. He didn't really have a reason for that but it had became like a sort of pet name for her and Tristan thought it was cute.

He did at least have the good sense not to say that one to her however, the young man instead just following her into the building and then up the stairs to the apartment that she called home.

Standing patiently behind her Tristan waited for Felix to open the door and then he followed her into the apartment, his gaze surveying the room and then going back to Felix when she pointed out to him that it wasn't 'that bad'. Which in truth it really wasn't but regardless of that fact it still wasn't up to the standards that the students were expected to maintain. A fact that Tristan was well aware of and he knew that Felix was also aware though clearly she needed a reminder.

"It isn't all that bad, relatively speaking, but you still know that you're expected to keep your suite clean Felix," Tristan scolded her, his tone firm as he said that and he actually used her full name rather than the nickname. Which while it was what she had wanted from him to begin with was a sure sign that he wasn't currently happy with her, that fact emphasized as he crossed his arms over his chest and gazed at her sternly. "I think you realize where this is going from here, right Felix?" he asked, knowing that she would know.

The only thing debatable was whether she would admit to it and submit or else fight against it and make things worse for herself.

[Lys]

Felix knew fully well where this was going, and the knowledge did absolutely nothing to improve her attitude, which was still in the state of being a mix between grumpy about the unfairness of her life and worried about what was coming up.

"Suite?" she said hotly, as the term was usually applied to posh hotel rooms. "Please, this crappy little apartment is just that..."

Felix quickly trailed off, as her mood continued to evolve from an angry one to another, more frightened and humble one. She knew the sass most definitely wouldn't help her case, so she decided to nip it in the bud before she went on a rant about her distaste for the establishment. Her green eyes met his gaze, a mixture of anger and fear playing behind them.

"Yes, I know... Sir..." she mumbled, breaking eye contact. "But do we really even have time for it?"

She couldn't help but try to make a reason to get out of the imminent punishment. Her excuse this time might have had some strength behind it. The apartment DID, in fact, need a thorough cleaning. Then again, this was Tristan. Thing like logic didn't seem to affect him sometimes, or at least, that's how Felix saw it. She could feel her slender bottom tingling unpleasantly.

[CleverFox]

Tristan was already well aware of the disdain that Felix felt in regards to the living arrangements but then again this was not some luxury camp for youths but rather still a correctional facility albeit a rather odd one so that wasn't really all that surprising. He arched a brow when she once again got an attitude in response to the way that he referred to the apartment, the man shaking his head as he dryly said, "It's better than a 9x13 cell Felix." Which was what she could have easily found herself faced with were it not for Cedar Point so he really did think that she needed to cut the crap and tone back the attitude.

After that Tristan just got down to the business at had and while he thought it was sort of cute the way that her attitude changed when she knew for a fact that she was in trouble he didn't let that show in his expression or tone. "We have plenty of time for it and it's going to happen, after which we're going to get this place cleaned up before Rafe arrives," Tristan told her, letting the girl know in no uncertain terms that she wasn't going to be able to weasel her way out of the punishment that she had earned for herself.

True he liked to keep things on schedule but Tristan was confident that he could take care of this and help Felix clean the apartment without any problems even given the time constraints.

"To that note, let's get this over with young lady," Tristan said, getting more firm with her and calling her young lady even though he wasn't really that much older than her. It was just natural to him since he had been her peer mentor before, Tristan looking at her for a moment before reaching a hand out and taking hold of her wrist. "Come on," he ordered, leading the way over to the couch and sitting down, looking at her as he ordered, "Bare your bottom and bend over my lap."

It wasn't a requirement that the students put themselves into position for punishments but it was something that Tristan liked to do just because he felt that it helped the message sink in better if he required the one getting punished to participate in said punishment. And he needed it to sink into Felix's head quickly since they didn't really have time for a long and drawn out punishment, luckily for her.

[Lys]

There were some days when Felix highly doubted Tristan's statement about the cell. Sure, it would considerably more difficult to seek continuing education in prison, but at least she wouldn't have an overbearing, condescending guy hanging over her shoulder all the time, ready to apply punishment to her skinny backside the moment she even thought about putting a toe out of line. Besides, whether she went to prison or not, she still had to wear a stupid uniform.

"If you say so, Tristan," Felix mumbled, her tone making it clear that she had doubts about his statement.

However, Felix's last bit of moodiness evaporated as Tristan informed her that she was indeed going to receive her punishment, right here, right now. She didn't even resist as her seized her wrist and led her across the messy apartment, before ordering her to prepare herself for the punishment ahead. Felix couldn't even pout, and only a huffy little sigh escaped her lips. Pale cheeks quickly going pink, she reached beneath her forest green skirt and peeled down her black tights, tucking them neatly below the fleshiest part of her bottom. Soon, the uniform white panties joined them them there, before lowering herself across Tristan's lap.

Sure, she hadn't bared her bottom, but this way, all he had to do was flip up her skirt in order to put her slender white bottom on display, and she could still keep a little bit of her dignity. Felix shifted a little, trying to look as dignified and grown-up as she could across the lap, even if no one was around to see. Already, her naked skin was tingling unpleasantly against the skirt. Because even if it didn't show on her pretty, sad face, Felix was quite scared, as she normally was whenever things came to this.

[CleverFox]

A strange look appeared in Tristan's eyes when he heard her mumbled words, able to make them out since he had grown rather adept at interpreting mumbling during his time here, and he said quietly, "Trust me on that one Feli, you don't want to go down that road." His tone lacked the sternness that it had held before as he said that, the young man giving her a pointed and almost knowing look, as though he had been there and was speaking from experience. After saying that Tristan decided that they just needed to get down to the task at hand so he took her by the wrist and lead her over to the couch, sitting down and then ordering the girl to prepare herself.

Tristan was watching her facial expressions as she did so with only a little huff to show that she was displeased, which he was naturally expecting, and the young man didn't mind that she left her skirt in place as she moved to lay over his lap. If that helped to preserve her dignity and modesty then he wasn't going to try to take that away since she had for all intents and purposes obeyed him and he wasn't going to nitpick over the fact that she hadn't flipped up her own skirt. He had learned long ago to choose his battles carefully when it came to this situation and in this instance he was marking this one as a victory.

While he was sure that Felix was most likely thinking it was a resounding defeat.

Once she was in place Tristan put one hand in the small of her back to keep her squirming to a minimum and hold the girl in place, his other hand raised to about his shoulder height. "You know why you're here Felix so I am not even going to lecture you on that but you should definitely think about it," Tristan told her before bringing his hand down in a firm smack to the right side of her bottom. Pausing for only a second he repeated that on the other cheek before he started to randomly swat her all over her bottom, striking in a manner that would make the next swat impossible to predict and hopefully gain a reaction from the girl faster.

That was what Tristan was going for at any rate since he didn't want this to be a drawn out affair, they really didn't have time for it.

[Lys]

Yeah, yeah, Felix knew about Tristan's history. Well, a little bit, at least. After all, time served in prison wasn't a great conversation topic, even when Felix and Tristan were on better terms, which, most of the time they were. That said, Felix still wasn't sure that she agreed with his statement. Or at least, that's what she would've thought on a good day; that they had different opinions, and they could agree to disagree. However, when Felix was upset, Tristan's opinion was flat out wrong. Still, Felix wasn't given much time to argue- actually, no time at all- as she had a spanking on the way. That tended to occupy the spot in the forefront of her mind...

Felix felt the unfortunately familiar sensation of cool air on bare skin as Tristan folded her uniform's skirt over her back. She had been in the position (among others) plenty of times, with her pale bottom presented and prepared for a spanking, but that didn't make the experience any less embarrassing. Her pale cheeks turned a hot pink. Felix knew that wasn't the only pair of cheeks that would be changing color... Tristan wasn't going to lecture her, which was good, because Felix would have ignored him anyhow, in a similar fashion to how she was determined to think about anything but why she was getting spanked.

The spanking had begun. Short, sharp, stinging sensations flooded into Felix's thin bottom, causing her toes to curl, but other than that, she did not show much reaction yet, other than occasionally lurching forward when one of the swats made a particularly effective impact. Perhaps she had known Tristan long enough to know that he was just looking to get a reaction out of her... Which just made the tall, skinny blonde more determined not to give one. Even if her history suggested she would probably fail...

[CleverFox]

It had been something of a hard won victory for the two of them but contrary to what anyone witnessing them right now would think Tristan and Felix actually had a more than decent relationship given the circumstances. That was something that you wouldn't be able to tell right now though, which wasn't really all that surprising given that the situation was one that neither of them wanted to be in right now so Tristan just tried not to dwell on that. For the moment he was just focused on making sure that Felix remembered that she did still have to follow the rules, more than likely every time that she tried to sit down for the foreseeable future.

The fact that she decided to fight him in a more passive aggressive way wasn't really all that surprising to Tristan either since he had already learned that Felix would rather die than let it show that this was having an effect on her. Not that he was really all that bothered by her penchant for fighting against the punishment since he knew that her resolve would falter before his did. Mainly because the pain that he was inflicted to her backside was something that was difficult to ignore for any real length of time.

"May as well stop fighting me...we'll be late picking up your new roommate if that's what it takes and I can promise you that will just make things worse for you Felix," Tristan told her, thinking that it was only fair that he warned her that he was going to keep this up as long as was necessary. And that if that made them late to pick up the newest arrival then he was going to take that out on her backside as well. Which was something that Tristan really just didn't feel bad about since Felix was well aware of the fact that they were on a time constraint and she was still playing the stubborn card with him.

As he lectured her and offered up his warning Tristan continued to smack her bottom sharply though he also started to target her upper thighs every third smack or so. He was well aware of the fact that this would hurt more and he was hoping that it would serve the purpose of speeding up the process so that they wouldn't really be here all day.