Maka found that it was time for work, so she went to work. Roughly five minutes later, Tsubaki came back. Maka wanted to know what happened to her. But she could ask her later. Work went by without any incidents. Then it was off to political education. Ms. Berger was in a very good mood. Given the upcoming roll call, Maka didn't n know whether she should see that as good or bad. She decided to see it as something good, after all, Ms. Berger didn't seem like a sadist to her. But maybe she would change her opinion on this after she had been here for a bit longer. She must have been feeling generous, because she let them go five minutes early. Liz, Tsubaki and Maka decided to spend this time in the common room.
"Say, Tsubaki, what did that red haired lady do to you?", asked Maka, "If you don't mind me asking".
"I was wondering why you didn't get in trouble for being late for work", said Liz.
"She caned me, washed my mouth out with soap, made me stand in the corner for a while, and then she added a strike to my behavior card", said Tsubaki.
"She washed your mouth out with soap?", asked Maka, "that never happened to me, but I imagine it must be terrible. You see, I once accidentally drank some soapy water".
"That doesn't compare", said Liz, "they use a special soap for that".
"Special soap?", asked Maka.
"Yes, you see, the president, having been orphaned at an early age, was raised by his aunt", explained Liz, "who invented this special soap".
"Soap to wash people's mouth out with", said Tsubaki.
"What does it taste like?", asked Maka.
"Hard to describe", said Liz, "I'd go with horrible. It's also very hard to rinse out". Maka wondered what getting her mouth washed out with soap would be like, but she also hoped that she would never find out. She would never say a bad word ever again. Then it was time to go to class again, History and Music class passed by rather uneventfully. Ms. White, the music teacher assigned them to memorize an entire song until Monday. She would test each and every one of them on that song, threatening to punish failure.
Then it was time for the second roll call of the day. Maka took her position in the lines quite nervously. She didn't know what they had been called for, she just hoped that it didn't concern her. After everybody was in position, they began the roll call. "37-B-3.15!" "Here!" After the roll call, the woman you had just earlier punished Tsubaki stood before them and began to speak.
"Student 87-A-4.25, Dorothy Jones", a girl went up to the front. Maka recognized her. It was the girl who had given her hell about that bottle with that strange liquid. The girl saw Maka and shot her an angry look. If looks could kill, Maka would be dead. The counselor made Dorothy stand facing the other inmates.
"You have been found to posses contraband", said the counselor, "Alcohol, whiskey of unknown origin, cigarettes, partly self made, partially professionally made, a box of matches, and a bar of chocolate. According to the rules of your treatment here, you are not allowed to posses either of these things". Dorothy continued shooting Maka that angry look. "Therefore, you will receive thirty strokes with a category two cane on your bare behind in front of all other students. Afterward, you are to spend two weeks in solitary confinement". Two guards brought a high stool, like the one you would expect to find in a bar. "Assume the position". Dorothy wend wordlessly and bend over the stool. The guards grabbed her hands. Then the counselor pulled up her skirt, before pulling down her underpants. A guard handed her a cane. Maka wondered why this cane was designated a category two cane. Was it worse than a category one cane, or was it less severe? What category was the cane that had been used on Maka?
Swoosh! The caning of Dorothy started. Dorothy flinched under the impact. Maka could see that the welt the cane had left was a much darker then the one's Maka had seen on her own behind when she checked it out in the mirror after Medusa had caned her. Swoosh! Now Dorothy's flinching was even more obvious. Swoosh! Dorothy grunted in pain. Swoosh! Dorothy screamed in pain. Swoosh! Swoosh! Now Dorothy was crying. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Ten over, twenty to go. Swoosh!Swoosh! Swoosh! Dorothy was losing the strength to cry. Swoosh! Swoosh!Swoosh! Halfway done, but now the counselor would start overlapping the strokes. Swoosh! Dorothy's crying was quite before, but now it resumed in full strength. Swoosh! She seemed to be running out of breath again. Her crying became quieter. Swoosh! She succeeded in drawing a deep breath. Swoosh! Now her crying was stronger again. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!Swoosh! Swoosh! And she had lost her breath again. Swoosh!Swoosh! Swoosh!Swoosh!Swoosh! The last five strokes were over, and with them Dorothy's caning. She was immediately forced to her feet, without being given a change to sort out her clothes. Then they made her face the rest of the students, allowing them to see her cried, red and pain distorted face.
"Take her to solitary confinement", ordered the counselor. The guards proceeded to drag Dorothy, still crying through the lines. She could barely walk by herself. Maka wondered where exactly the solitary cells were.