UAABB Code of Conduct Part 1
by Aldic
Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
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Part 1
"Attention all Briar Woods Middle School students: Due to
the number of incidents last year involving hazing and
bullying of younger students by older students, as well as
complaints from many teachers of unacceptable behavior by
members of the student population, this year we are enacting
the UAABB code of conduct. This code covers Unacceptable
Attitude (UA), Aggressive Behavior (AB), and Bullying (B).
The penalties for displaying any such behavior while at
school are on the back of this form. In addition, such
behaviors displayed at home will result in the same
penalties if reported by your parent or guardian."
The flyers were posted everywhere, and they handed one to
each of us in home room on the first day of school. I
glanced at the first page, but it was just a bunch of
letters and I had plans to work out. After all, as an
eighth-grader this year I had already put up with two years
of hazing and bullying from older kids, and now it was my
turn to dish it out. While everyone else was busy reading,
I was planning my first move.
It was going to involve Lester Crabbets, the little brother
of my number one tormentor. Lester's big brother, Gunter,
had picked on me non-stop since the first day I set foot in
this school three years ago. In fact, it started before I
set a foot inside the building; he had ripped the buttons
off my shirt, leaving it completely open in the front. I
know, it doesn't sound like much, but I'm an only child so I
wasn't used to anyone seeing my chest. I didn't swim, I
didn't play shirtless, and I sure didn't go to school with
my shirt hanging open. But Gunter noticed how brightly I
blushed and never forgot me.
I was pushed into the girls bathroom dozens of times; twice
he caught me in a boys room and held my arms while other
kids tickled me until I peed myself; and on the last day of
school each of the last two years he found me and pantsed
me. Last year he did jeans and my boxers, pulling them down
past my knees and then knocking me down and dragging me
around the bus boarding area.
But this year Gunter has moved on to South Cove High School,
and his little brother Lester has started sixth grade here.
After homeroom, I located him in the hall and I waited until
he entered the quad between the classrooms and the athletic
center and ran up behind him. His shirt tails were hanging
out, making it easy to grab and pull. The buttons went
flying everywhere as I ran off laughing. But I did notice
that his chest seemed to be just as tanned as his arms and
face, which probably meant that it didn't have the same
impact on him as it had on me, but it was too late now.
I ran down the sidewalk and turned the corner and ran right
into Mrs. Gates. Seeing as I am all of one hundred and ten
pounds and Mrs. Gates must go about two-fifty, I bounced
right off her and landed on my back on the sidewalk, just in
time for Lester and two of his friends to come running up.
"Look at what he did to my shirt" Lester said, holding it
open so Mrs. Gates could see. "He just ran up behind me and
ripped it open, and all the buttons popped off." The other
two boys said they had been right with him and had seen it
happen.
Mrs. Gates introduced herself to the boys and told them to
go to her office. "Miss Riply will have something you can
wear under it unless you have something in your locker.
Bring the shirt back in tomorrow and Clark Stuart will make
sure it gets cleaned, ironed, and buttons replaced."
I hate the name Clark; everyone calls me CJ, or Jack, which
is my middle name. Except Gunter, he either called me Clark
or Stuart Little. Mrs. Gates called back to her office on a
radio, telling the secretary, "I've got a young man coming
your way who needs a shirt to wear and a late pass for his
next class. And schedule Clark Stuart for an AB conference
today at 2:30, would you please?" To me she said "My
office, immediately after your last class."
Damn, a detention on my first day in school; that really
sucked. But I knew that my meetings with Lester were just
beginning; he needed to learn not to go blabbing to the
principal every time someone touched him.
I had to run to my next class before I was late. Entering
the room, all the seats in the back were filled. "There's
two seats up here in front, why don't you take one" the
teacher said." One was next to some kid I didn't know and
the other was next to Cindi Heartland.
Cindi Heartland, ah, she was a beauty. She had everything a
boy could want, and I could see that her breasts, which were
very noticeable last year, were even bigger now. I sat next
to her. As soon as I sat down she started laughing.
"Is there something funny young lady?" the teacher asked.
Trying to control her giggles, at first Cindi tried saying
"No" but then she looked at me and said "It's just that I
can't forget the last time I saw CJ. I was on the bus, and
he was, well, some kid had dragged him across the whole quad
and dropped him right below my window."
About half the class knew what had happened and they all
broke up with laughter. So much for my hopes of getting a
date with her. I decided to move next to the other empty
seat, but the teacher pushed my shoulders back down as soon
as I started to rise.
"I'm sure there is something hilarious about that story" the
teacher began, causing even more laughter, "but unless
everyone wants to start out with a triple homework
assignment tonight I suggest you all calm down and pay
attention."
When the class quieted down, he took roll and then announced
that the class had two lab assignments. One would be in
class, and the other would be homework. And for partners,
he joined everyone up with the person next to them. That
paired me with the still giggly Cindi Heartland.
"I think it would be better for me if I worked with that kid
over there" I said, moving again to the other empty seat.
"Sit down this instant. If you had been here on time you
could have sat where you wanted. But you came in late and
you chose that seat. Now sit in it so that I can get
started."
"But, what difference does it make to you who I team up
with? I'm only moving two feet, it's not like I need to
call a moving company or something."
"What is your name young man?" he asked, pulling a piece of
yellow paper out of his desk drawer.
"CJ. CJ Stuart" I said.
"Your real name, not your nickname. And sit back down in
that seat." He seemed determined to put me next to Cindi.
Oh well, it wasn't too bad, she really is pretty. But its
hard to get comfortable with a girl who can only laugh
remembering seeing you naked from the waist down.
"Clark J. Stuart." I took the seat next to Cindi as he
wrote my name on the paper.
"You have an appointment with Mrs. Gates today at 2:30 to
discuss your unacceptable attitude" the teacher said,
turning to the board to begin his outline of the class.
Several other students giggled again, and I heard something
that sounded like "you-a" from a couple of them.
I got another detention later in the afternoon, and no
matter how hard I searched, Lester was able to stay out of
my sight. At the end of the day I went to the principal's
office to hear how many days I would be spending in
detention.
"Mr. Stuart, it is only the first day of school and already
I have forms indicating you have two UAs and an AB. Do you
know what the punishment is for those offenses?"
"I don't even know what you are talking about. A "you-a"
and an "A-Bee", what is that? Let's just get it over with,
how many days of detention are you sentencing me to?"
"Clark, did you read the flyers that are all over school?"
I shook my head. "I guess I didn't even need to ask, the
answer is obvious. We don't do detention anymore; it was a
negative incentive that just wasn't producing the results we
wanted. So this year we have implemented a program, UAABB,
to help foster a positive attitude." She pronounced the
program "you-abb-bee," but I still didn't have any idea what
she was talking about.
"We find that students who are most insecure about their own
bodies are most likely to display unacceptable attitudes, or
UAs. They also participate in aggressive behavior, or AB
and bullying of younger students. As I recall, you had a
very emotional reaction to having your shirt pulled up or
off, and you last year you were included in the large group
of boys who wore their gym clothes under their street
clothes and would not shower after PE."
"Is that what this is about, me not wanting to be naked
around other kids? Because there is nothing wrong with
that, it's normal. Kids who want to be naked are the ones
who are weird."
"I agree that kids who want to be naked in front of their
peers have different problems. But excessive modesty is a
symptom. Little boys shouldn't be so modest, it indicates a
potential to act out, both socially and aggressively;
especially towards those younger and smaller than
themselves."
"Look Mrs. Gates, I'm not a little boy, and I'm still not
going to parade around naked in the locker room. If you
want me to take a shower after PE you need to put private
showers and change booths in the locker room. But we seem
to have gotten off the topic here, if you don't do
detentions this year, than what do you do?"
She pointed to a poster on the wall. It said "UAABB Basic
Guidelines" across the top, followed by a two-column list.
The first row contained "Unacceptable Attitude 1" in the
first column and "4-16 hours in underwear at school" in the
second column. Under that was "Unacceptable Attitude 2; 2-5
days in underwear at school." Then came two rows of
Aggressive Behavior, the first of which was punished by
"same as UA1 plus 1 BBS for every 4 hours assigned. The
second got you "same as UA2 plus BBS 2x/day assigned."
I asked her what "BBS" stood for.
"Bare bottom spanking" was the answer. "Keep reading, you
should have read this in homeroom this morning.
Bullying filled up the next three rows. Bullying 1 was
punished by "Underpants to/from school, 4-16 hours naked in
school, 1 BBS per 4 hours administered by victim." Bullying
2 was naked for 2 to 5 days, from the time leaving home for
school to arriving back home after school; spankings were
twice a day. Bullying 3 was the worse: "Naked 24/7 until
victim says otherwise, BBS administered by victim 3x/day,
public padding administered by an adult 1/Day."
Down at the bottom of the chart was the small print: "These
are guidelines only, principals and/or parents can add or
subtract punishments as necessary. Declaration of public
property can be added for any AB or B level."
She saw that I had finished reading. "Now you see what two
UAs and an AB mean. I'm going to give you a UA2 for 4 days
and an AB1 for 12 hours. That means that you will begin
each day in my office where you will surrender all your
clothes except your underwear each day for four days for the
UA2, and then for another 12 hours of school time for the
AB1.
In addition, you will receive a bare-bottom spanking twice
a day for the two days that make up your 12 hours.
"But Mrs. Gates," I protested, "according to the chart,
shouldn't that only be three spankings over the two days?"
"Yes," she replied, "but I'm using my discretion to add to
your penalty. I'll decide where the spankings occur and
will let you know each day. And, because I believe you had
the intent of bullying Lester this morning, I'm going to
allow him to administer at least one of the spankings."
"You can't make me walk around school in my boxers or spank
me bare," I said.
"Oh no, Mr. Stuart, not boxers. White or blue briefs, at
least one size too small. And yes, I can do it. It was
approved by the school board, and a referendum went before
the city council. The city put out a proxy to each home.
All but a very small number were returned, and 98.4% of the
population found the process to be acceptable. It was
reviewed by the courts, and they blessed it. To not follow
the process is to face expulsion."
"Then expel me, there is no damn way I am letting a sixth
grader spank me or I'm walking around school in whity-
tidies. Besides, where was all this stuff last year when
Gunter was picking on me?"
"Be warned, expulsion is a last resort. We have people here
that will assist you in removing your clothing, and
restraint devices to ensure your compliance. Don't make the
use of those options necessary. As far as Gunter goes, you
never came and complained. Sometimes I heard about it and
of course I tried to catch him in the act. If I had ever
observed it he would have been punished. But I needed for
you to come forward and complain."
"But he said he would hurt me, and worse. Did you know he
dragged me naked around the school and everybody got to see
me?"
"I didn't hear you were naked, I only heard you had lost
your pants. But again, it is too late to punish Gunter for
his crimes; you needed to tell me last year, not now. I am
letting you off easy; you are lucky I'm not hitting you with
a Bullying 1 or declaring you as public property."
"What the hell does that mean, public property?"
"Language, Mr. Stuart. I'm going to add another day to the
UA2 for swearing. Public property means that anyone can
touch you anywhere they want. You cannot resist or stop
them."
"But that's crazy, you can't let the whole school molest
someone. People have rights you know!"
"Yes, but those rights can be removed. You are much too
modest as it is, and we believe that replacing a little
boy's excessive modesty with a positive attitude will
ultimately improve their behavior."
"I told you, I'm not a little boy. Stop calling me that!" I
yelled.
"You see, you are, and you are far too modest. Listen to
how you talk to me. I think that tomorrow we will give you
an hour of public property in the cafeteria during lunch."
"No, please, don't do this to me; I'll leave Crabbets alone,
I promise."
"But don't you see, that's the beauty of UAABB, you don't
have to promise. As you become more comfortable about your
body, your aggressive behaviors will disappear. Trust me,
it will be strange and embarrassing at first, but you'll
soon get used to it and so will your classmates. I think
having you start us off on the second day of school will
help many boys like you learn to control their aggression,
but it won't last. You'll see, you will have company before
you are done. I'll see you here as soon as you get off the
bus tomorrow."
She showed me to the door where I was just in time to catch
my bus. When I got home I learned my mother not only knew
about the punishment, she had approved it. "Go get in the
car, we need to go to Aunt Clair's and get some of Tim's old
underpants for you to wear."