Originally, I jotted out the first chapter on a whim, for several reasons:
1. I'd never seen a Daria/DeMartino shipper done before. (Excluding fics where DeMartino flips his lid and kills Daria).
2. I was recently inspired by the Valentine's Day drabble challenge on the Fandom Blog Mk. II to do a little something for Mr. DeMartino.
3. I'd just re-read the hilarious Metroid fic Dragon's Hide, in which Samus acquires a shrink ray, shrinks Ridley, and proceeds to spank him.
However, I've been compelled to write a chapter a day over the past few days, and the fic is growing beyond its erotic origins. Tasteful (or tasteless) as they may be, the smutty bits just don't fit in with my vision of the fic anymore.
Now, without further ado, the PG-13 version of Extracirricular Activities!
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The bell rang, dismissing Anthony DeMartino's students for yet another day. Many of them looked forward to goofing off for the rest of the day; a rare few actually planned to do the assignment given to them by their teacher.
As the students filed past his desk, Mr. DeMartino spoke up. "Miss Morgendorffer, could you PLEASE stay after to talk about your latest WORK?" he asked in his customary grit, peppered with the occasional spike in volume.
Daria Morgendorffer turned to her companion and best friend, Jane Lane. "Catch you later," Jane offered, and left the class without her. Their friendship had recently been under a great deal of strain over young Thomas Sloane, but both women had severed ties with the boorish young lad and mended their bond, now stronger than ever.
Finally, the last student exited the classroom, leaving Daria alone with her instructor. DeMartino tapped the pile of papers on his desk. "Do you have anything you'd like to SAY about the work you've handed IN today, Miss Morgendorffer?" he asked.
"No, Mr. DeMartino. Why, is there anything wrong with it?" she replied innocently.
"Technically, no. Every answer IS correct, but you have ONCE AGAIN treated them with your scathing WIT. Frankly, Miss Morgendorffer, I think you're becoming a DISCIPLINE PROBLEM."
A shocked look bloomed on Daria's face. "Oh no! Will you report me to Ms. Li?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"I really SHOULD...but perhaps, we might SETTLE this, HERE and NOW."
"Settle it how, Mr. DeMartino?" Daria asked in a curious tone of voice.
"A little...corporal punishment," DeMartino finished in a whisper, a small grimace on his face.
"Corporal punishment?" Daria asked in a very quiet tone of voice. "What sort of...corporal punishment?"
"Miss Morgendorffer, I think a good spanking would set you right," DeMartino assured her.
Daria hung her head. "Very well, if I must...to avoid Ms. Li's wrath." As she leaned herself over DeMartino's desk, the man stood, walked to the door, and closed and locked it.
"Now then, Miss Morgendorffer, let's get started."
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Jane walked through the roof access door, picked an air vent at random, and sat down next to it. Ever since the incident involving Tommy Sherman's ghost, she and Daria had discovered that the air vents of Lawndale High were an excellent place to pick up conversations, gossip, and blackmail material (that one mostly concerning a certain red-headed sibling of Daria's). As Jane strained her ears to pick up anything unsavory, the sound of flesh rhythmically striking flesh echoed up to meet her.
"Hm, I wonder what that could be," Jane wondered. "Flesh on flesh...oh no, not possible. Not here in school!" Jane struggled to suppress a laugh, not wanting to scare off the persons on the other end. After a moment's thought, though, Jane discarded the idea that it was sex. If two people were coming together hard enough to generate that kind of sound, they would end up seriously bruised and sore. "Probably spanking," Jane deduced. "Kinky," she added.
The spanking then stopped suddenly, and Jane was afraid she had spoken too loud. Then, a voice drifted through the air vent which assuaged her fears.
"I think that will be enough for today, Miss Morgendorffer."
Jane's eyes bugged out.
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Daria encircled DeMartino with her arms. "Enough? Not even one...more...little..." DeMartino wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to meet her lips with his own.
The kiss lingered several moments before DeMartino finally broke contact. "You probably should get going," he said quietly.
"Yeah," she agreed. "See you tomorrow, Anthony," she offered.
"You too, Daria."
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On the roof of the building, Jane sat next to an air vent, near catatonic. Unless Daria was playing a sick, twisted prank, then she and DeMartino --
The roof access door opened and Daria stepped through. Jane, to her credit, managed to not stare at Daria as if she had just announced that Hitler had some pretty good ideas as she approached.
"Heeey, Daria," Jane greeted.
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
"Sooooo...what did Mr. DeMartino want to talk to you about?" Jane was proud; she managed to wait all of five seconds before broaching the subject.
Daria shrugged. "I guess he's getting tired of the color commentary I put in my work. He asked me to cut it down."
Jane nodded. "Was that before or after he spanked the hell out of you?!"