Detention (F/mf)
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2025 7:51 pm
Mrs. Furst straightened the skirts of her business suit and gazed across her desk at the two freshmen before her. As the vice principal of Commodore Cornelius High School, one of her jobs was to institute punishments for students that had erred. Caleb and Brenda had certainly erred.
"Well." Mrs. Furst said, removing her reading glasses and setting them on her desk. "What do you two have to say for yourselves?"
Caleb crossed his arms and looked indifferent to the whole situation. Brenda bit her lip and fumbled with her skirt. Both wore matching black sweaters with the school's emblem on the left chest. Caleb wore grey slacks and black shoes, while Brenda wore a grey skirt and white stockings with black flats.
"Aha." Mrs. Furst said, stepping around the desk, her low heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Well, cheating is a very serious thing. Especially on a history report. And you two are going to have to spend the afternoon in detention. With me."
"We didn't mean to cheat." Brenda said. "It's just... There's so much homework and... And..." Her voice trailed off.
"What's the big deal?" Caleb said. "Its history. It's not going anywhere."
"The big deal, young man, is that those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Mrs. Furst explained as she crossed the room to a cabinet. "By cheating on your reports, you proved that you learned nothing."
"How could you even tell that we cheated?" Brenda asked, turning in her seat.
Mrs. Furst smiled. She admits it was cheating! she thought. "Oh, it was fairly obvious." She withdrew two rolls of microform tape and two clean white handkerchiefs. She brought these back to her desk and set them down.
"You're going to tie us up?" Caleb asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Mrs. Furst said. "That's how it works here. Detention means you get tied up and forced to watch videos about the lessons you skipped."
"But why?" Caleb asked, even as he assumed the position.
Mrs. Furst stepped behind him and began taping his wrists together behind his back. "Welcome to TUGs. This is what the readers want." She briefly acknowledged the fourth wall.
"I still don't see how you caught us." Brenda said as Mrs. Furst moved behind her and began taping her wrists together.
"It was two lines in particular that Mr. Andre saw that stood out." Mrs. Furst explained. "Both of you had them. 'The whole room fell silent' was a good clue. And the one about 'Everyone stood up and clapped.' You two do know that Chat GBT recycles those two lines in just about everything it spits out, right? Whether it's some Reddit post about quitting their job, a family dinner horror story, or a report on signing the Declaration Of Independence. Not to mention there was a whole paragraph that is EXACTLY copied from an old textbook that we used to use here."
"But it's so much easier!" Caleb said. "Shouldn't we at least get some credit for finding a creative solution?"
By now, Mrs. Furst was taping the teens torsos to their chairs. "That's not the point. The point is that you used AI to do your homework for you. That's not creativity, it's cheap." She tore the tape off the roll as she finished with Brenda's body. Then she knelt down to tape each of the girl's ankles to the corresponding chair leg.
"But this isn't fair." Brenda said. "Everyone is using AI."
Mrs. Furst sighed. "At the risk of sounding cliche' here, if everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?" She moved to Caleb's legs, taping him exactly as she had Brenda.
The boy smirked. "How high's the bridge?"
Brenda chuckled. "And how deep is the water?"
Mrs. Furst snorted. "Touche'. Let me rephrase. Everyone doing a thing does not make the thing right." She stood up and shot a glance at Brenda. "And YOU in particular, young lady. I saw the spelling errors. AI doesn't do that. You had to go into the document and deliberately add those to try to cover yourself. If you would put that kind of effort into your studies, you wouldn't have felt the need to use AI for your reports."
"We're sorry." Brenda said, trying to sound depressed. "We won't do it again."
"Speak for yourself!" Caleb said.
"You're right, you won't." Mrs. Furst said. "Now, open up."
Brenda obeyed as Mrs. Furst folded one of the handkerchiefs into a long rectangle and rolled it up. Then she pushed the rolled wad of cloth into Brenda's mouth, and placed three long strips of tape over top of that.
"Mmph." Brenda groaned.
"Do we have to be gagged?" Caleb grumbled.
"Yes." Mrs. Furst replied as she prepared the second handkerchief. "It's in the student handbook. Detention will include being bound AND gagged."
Caleb rolled his eyes, but he opened his mouth to accept the gag. Soon he too had his mouth stuffed and taped. And then, Mrs. Furst turned around an old TV on wheels, and pushed a VHS into the attached VCR. As the old documentary on the signing of the Declaration Of Independence began, she dimmed the lights in her office and settled in to supervise her students as they struggled weakly.
I love my job. She told herself.
"Well." Mrs. Furst said, removing her reading glasses and setting them on her desk. "What do you two have to say for yourselves?"
Caleb crossed his arms and looked indifferent to the whole situation. Brenda bit her lip and fumbled with her skirt. Both wore matching black sweaters with the school's emblem on the left chest. Caleb wore grey slacks and black shoes, while Brenda wore a grey skirt and white stockings with black flats.
"Aha." Mrs. Furst said, stepping around the desk, her low heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Well, cheating is a very serious thing. Especially on a history report. And you two are going to have to spend the afternoon in detention. With me."
"We didn't mean to cheat." Brenda said. "It's just... There's so much homework and... And..." Her voice trailed off.
"What's the big deal?" Caleb said. "Its history. It's not going anywhere."
"The big deal, young man, is that those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Mrs. Furst explained as she crossed the room to a cabinet. "By cheating on your reports, you proved that you learned nothing."
"How could you even tell that we cheated?" Brenda asked, turning in her seat.
Mrs. Furst smiled. She admits it was cheating! she thought. "Oh, it was fairly obvious." She withdrew two rolls of microform tape and two clean white handkerchiefs. She brought these back to her desk and set them down.
"You're going to tie us up?" Caleb asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Mrs. Furst said. "That's how it works here. Detention means you get tied up and forced to watch videos about the lessons you skipped."
"But why?" Caleb asked, even as he assumed the position.
Mrs. Furst stepped behind him and began taping his wrists together behind his back. "Welcome to TUGs. This is what the readers want." She briefly acknowledged the fourth wall.
"I still don't see how you caught us." Brenda said as Mrs. Furst moved behind her and began taping her wrists together.
"It was two lines in particular that Mr. Andre saw that stood out." Mrs. Furst explained. "Both of you had them. 'The whole room fell silent' was a good clue. And the one about 'Everyone stood up and clapped.' You two do know that Chat GBT recycles those two lines in just about everything it spits out, right? Whether it's some Reddit post about quitting their job, a family dinner horror story, or a report on signing the Declaration Of Independence. Not to mention there was a whole paragraph that is EXACTLY copied from an old textbook that we used to use here."
"But it's so much easier!" Caleb said. "Shouldn't we at least get some credit for finding a creative solution?"
By now, Mrs. Furst was taping the teens torsos to their chairs. "That's not the point. The point is that you used AI to do your homework for you. That's not creativity, it's cheap." She tore the tape off the roll as she finished with Brenda's body. Then she knelt down to tape each of the girl's ankles to the corresponding chair leg.
"But this isn't fair." Brenda said. "Everyone is using AI."
Mrs. Furst sighed. "At the risk of sounding cliche' here, if everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?" She moved to Caleb's legs, taping him exactly as she had Brenda.
The boy smirked. "How high's the bridge?"
Brenda chuckled. "And how deep is the water?"
Mrs. Furst snorted. "Touche'. Let me rephrase. Everyone doing a thing does not make the thing right." She stood up and shot a glance at Brenda. "And YOU in particular, young lady. I saw the spelling errors. AI doesn't do that. You had to go into the document and deliberately add those to try to cover yourself. If you would put that kind of effort into your studies, you wouldn't have felt the need to use AI for your reports."
"We're sorry." Brenda said, trying to sound depressed. "We won't do it again."
"Speak for yourself!" Caleb said.
"You're right, you won't." Mrs. Furst said. "Now, open up."
Brenda obeyed as Mrs. Furst folded one of the handkerchiefs into a long rectangle and rolled it up. Then she pushed the rolled wad of cloth into Brenda's mouth, and placed three long strips of tape over top of that.
"Mmph." Brenda groaned.
"Do we have to be gagged?" Caleb grumbled.
"Yes." Mrs. Furst replied as she prepared the second handkerchief. "It's in the student handbook. Detention will include being bound AND gagged."
Caleb rolled his eyes, but he opened his mouth to accept the gag. Soon he too had his mouth stuffed and taped. And then, Mrs. Furst turned around an old TV on wheels, and pushed a VHS into the attached VCR. As the old documentary on the signing of the Declaration Of Independence began, she dimmed the lights in her office and settled in to supervise her students as they struggled weakly.
I love my job. She told herself.
Great story! They deserve to get tied up