:: Beg her not to. <>"Please, [[Mrs. Donovan]]," [[you|You]] say. "Anything but that." She looks at you sternly. "Don't you think filthy whores ought to be punished?" she says. "I guess so," you respond. "Aren't you a filthy whore?" she demands. You burst into tears. "I guess so," you admit. "Are you or aren't you?" she asks. <>"I am," you sob.<>"Maybe I am," you sob.<> She embraces you and you cry into her shoulder. "There, there," she consoles you. "It's okay, Parker. A lot of girls are filthy whores. You ought to be ashamed of it, but girls like you provide a vital community service, keeping everybody else relaxed and happy. So think of that the next time some boy is filling your nasty holes. Even if you end up good for nothing else, at least you can help other people that way. Anyway, I'm not going to cane you though you certainly deserve it." She hands you a handkerchief and you blow your nose and dry your eyes. When you've collected yourself, she says, "How about we go over your homework instead?" [[Agree.|Get help with your homework.]]