REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 2/P. 4: Yep. Still Grounded. (TW: Drug Abuse)

"Hey Shawn, what are you doing after school today? Wanna hang out?" Cory asked, as they walked to class.

"I can't, Cory, remember? I'm still grounded."

"Well, how much longer will you be grounded for? This is killing me. Shawn, every time you get in trouble, it's like I'm in trouble too. You're like, my only friend I hang out with."

"No, 'caus you also got Topanga."

"She doesn't really count. She's just my girlfriend, and we're bros for life. Please, just, get ungrounded, for me?" Cory stuck his lip out in a pout and folded his hands together. "Pretty please, my Shawn?"

"Ugh. Fine. I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks. Turner is a cool guy. I bet you anything, with a little bribing, he'll give in."

"I don't know, Cor, I think I really screwed the pooch on this one. I don't even have a curfew anymore."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"No, that means I go straight home everyday. It sucks."

"Well, what do you do all evening, then?"

"What do YOU do when you're grounded? Absolutely nothing. It's the worst. I'm betting this is what jail is like. Although, my aunts and uncles say it's not that bad 'caus they get free TV and stuff. That would be the life, man."

"Hey, Hunter, Matthews, in my class. Hop to it," John called.

Shawn stopped John from entering the classroom. "Hey, I need to ask you a question quick."

"I just saw you at home. I need to teach a class that you are supposed to be learning in also. What's so urgent?"

"Can I be ungrounded, please?"

"No."

"But why?" Shawn whined.

John shot him an irritated glare. "I'm not gonna have this discussion with you right now. After class, K?"

"Fine..."

Shawn sat in his seat as John began his lecture. Not surprising in the least was Shawn beginning to doze off. He bobbed his head through the majority of the class time, but John didn't feel the need to interrupt the class every time Shawn did something he didn't like. If he did, they wouldn't have time for class. By the end, Shawn was snoring obnoxiously. John banged on his desk to wake him up. Shawn jolted awake. John crossed his arms as he stared at his lethargic teenager, waiting for some kind of explanation.

"What am I gonna do with you, Shawn? Sleeping in my class, again. It doesn't make sense how you've been so tired lately. You spend so much time at home and go to bed at a decent time. What am I missing here?"

Shawn didn't reply. He put his head back down instead.

"Answer me. Right now." Still no answer. John gave Shawn a flick on the neck.

"Knock it off, okay? I'm just tired."

"It looks to me that you're unmotivated." John picked up a chair and sat in it backwards, facing Shawn. "Here's what we're gonna do then. I'm gonna motivate you. Instead of sleeping in my class, you're gonna assist me in class. That means handing out papers, reorganizing, cleaning, anything I ask you to do, you'll do it. Got me?"

"John, just let me be. I'm just tired. It's no big deal."

"Well, I think it is, 'caus it means you are learning nothing when you're here...Since you'll be so busy assisting me in class, that means you'll have to make up the missed class time at home. It'll keep you occupied while you're grounded."