Shitty Brat Reeducation Protocol

"Hold on there, miss Hanasaki, where exactly do you think you're going?"

School was a place of rules, regulations, propriety and safety. It was supposed to be an institution of learning, not just academic topics, but also a variety of life lessons, social instruction and a multitude of other lessons, some of which were universally handy, some of which would apply only if the student wanted to follow the niche they fit in, and others still would be simple stepping stones to learn other lessons in life.

And for the Physical Education teacher, former gold medal winning Sprinter Yotsuba Tarosuke, the school that he dedicated his time and effort to was a very important one, the one where he'd learned the lessons in life that got him to the peak of athleticism and which he wanted to give back to by coming back to teach Physical Education in the twilight of his career.

And that was why he couldn't allow Miss Hanasaki to just go in with her uniform being that far out of regulation.

"Uh, in?" she responded. "C'mon Mr. T," she said, grinning widely as he looked down upon her, arms crossed over his wide, muscular chest, green tracksuit only slightly hiding the bulk of his muscles, which were no longer what they once were.

He raised an eyebrow, as if prompting her to continue.

Hanasaki was a popular girl, had been in elementary and was already proving to be the little queen Bee of her year in middle school. With her strikingly red hair, from her international ancestry, and the wealth that she displayed in the few accessories the school allowed students over their uniform, she had always stuck out like a sore thumb. But now, she stuck out even more.

She had shortened her skirt far past the regulation minimum, the school was more than a bit lenient with the length not being halfway between the knees and ankles, allowing students to wear it as high as above their knees, but she had decided to take the piss out of that leniency and had shortened it up to mid thigh. On top of that, she was wearing colorful socks rather than the regulation whites, and she had gone above and beyond putting pins and keychains on the straps of her school bag.

She reached down to her thighs and grabed the hem of her skirt, making it swish. "What're you looking at, pervert?" she said, looking up-

Only to find Tarosuke writing on a notepad.

"Huh? Teacher, what-"

"I'm writing down all the reasons for why I'm going to be calling your parents later, this is unacceptable, and your behavior is only making it worse," he said, "with that said, do move along now, you'll be called by the principal once we've decided what to do with you, for the time being I'll recommend you to change into the gym uniform or at least wear your gym shorts under your skirt."

"What are you- ugh! You're impossible, T-sucks!"

Indeed, Tarosuke had a few nicknames. When he was young, he was called Staroid, after someone combined his name with the English word for Steroids, due to how he had been very much into athleticism from a young age and had been famously jacked the moment it was physically possible for him to be. In school, most called him Mr. T, owing to being reasonably well liked amongst the Sports kid.

But when he was in his discipline mode, the students had taken to calling him T-Sucks, a corruption on his name once again using English, which had become popular after he became a stickler for the rules to instill discipline not only on the students hoping to join his school's prestigious sports programs and those wishing for a career in the future, but also trying to cut down on the amount of students that sought to disrupt the moral order.

Thus, when he was the one at the gate checking uniforms, he performed his duty diligently and mercilessly, booking about a dozen students that morning alone, mostly girls with too-short skirts, with a bias towards the younger years that did not yet know of his implacable diligence.

By the end of the day after classes were completed, however, there was only one student that was still being problematic, the busy bee herself, Hanasaki.

Now, this one he had a bit of a soft spot for when it came to discipline, because she had been an extremely promising future tennis player from a very young age, she had shown a love and talent for the sport seldom seen since the twins that once took the world of female tennis by storm.

Unfortunately, an atrociously awful coach had destroyed her passion for the sport, and had even resulted in her becoming the shitty brat that she was in middle school. Once a bright, dedicated and diligent student, a healthy mind in a healthy body, now she was flaunting her short skirts, her accessories, her money and most important of all, rumors abounded of her being... loose, so to speak.

Which was dragging the school's reputation down, and most importantly, they were dragging her reputation and future down into the mood.

Thankfully...

"Do your best, Yotsuba," the Principal said, an old hand at discipline herself who agreed with Tarosuke that Miss Hanasaki required a bit more of a personalized touch to deal with her issues, that was why she was the only one left behind after every other student who needed to be lectured about their transgressions was sent home.

Thus, Tarosuke went into the detention room. Naturally, the parents had been notified, but unfortunately Miss Hanasaki's extremely wealthy parents were almost always traveling somewhere, and never had time for the girl.

Coming into the Home Economics room, which doubled as the after school detention room since the school didn't really need one of those most of the time, Tarosuke closed the door behind himself and stepped to the front of the room.

Hanasaki was seated rather rudely, with one leg raised and her skirt hiked up, her tie was undone and she was smirking at Tarosuke as he walked in.

"Well, Teach, you got me aaaall alone after school, just like you wanted!" she said, reaching with a finger for her collar, pulling at it and fanning herself with the collar of her white button up. "Gee, I wonder just what you've got planned for me~!" she said.

No doubt she wanted to attract his gaze towards her bare legs or even further up.

Unfortunately for her, Tarosuke could not give a single quanta of a shit about her foolish, childish and immature attempts to seduce him.

"Miss Hanasaki, I don't think you understand the kind of trouble you're in," Tarosuke said, crossing his arms and affecting a severe expression. "I'm not just going to sit here and watch you spiral into ruin," he said, "and so I've decided that drastic measures must be taken," he said, "therefore, I'll be disciplining you myself, personally."

"Oooh, I'm trembling!" she said, "what are you gonna do to me, Teach? What's it gonna be?" she asked, making it a point to pull attention to her nether regions.

"I'm going to do the one thing that brats like you fear the most," he said, walking up to her.

Her face lit up, and she looked more excited than anything else, at least... she did until Tarosuke pulled a chair free from a desk and sat down on it.

"I'm going to sit here, and we're going to talk," he said, "we're going to talk about what happened to you," he said.

"Oi, what are you talking about? C'mon, aren't you gonna, you know," she said, gesturing towards herself.

"No, I won't," he said, sighing.

"What the hell, am I not good enough for you!?" she hissed, incensed, standing up and pushing the desk off as she did, from the leg she'd had on top of it, almost falling but catching herself.

"Hanasaki," he said, "I'm here, I'll listen to whatever you have to say, I'm not going to judge you, you don't need to say anything you don't want to say, and we can talk about anything you want to talk about," he said. "I'm your teacher and I'm here to support you."

She huffed, sitting down. "Yeah, sure, whatever, you're just saying that because you want me to get back into Tennis."

"I am," he said, "you loved Tennis, and yet one day you just... quit."

"So what if I did? I didn't like it anymore," she said, crossing her arms and looking away. "Besides, it's not like anyone gave a shit about how good I did," she complained.

"I did," Tarosuke said, softly, "I always got a smile on my face when I saw your results online and in the newsletters," he said, "it made me proud to know I had at least a little bit of a hand in your success, and I always love learning of my former students reaching the greatest heights," he added, smiling at her.

"Yeah, sure, then what position did I finish my last competition, huh?" she asked.

"Second," Tarosuke said. Absent mindedly, he remembered the scandal involved after that. The Chair Umpire was eventually busted for some absolutely wretched stuff, and in fact, Tarosuke had half a thought that Hanasaki had been screwed out of a win by an Umpire that was... let's just say being influenced by her opponent in the worst way.

"And previous?"

Third, fourth, sixth and before that, she'd gotten a seven straight win streak.

She huffed. "So! So what! You can quote some results, that doesn't mean anything," she said, "besides, it's not like my parents went to any of my games anyway, so they don't care," she said.

There wasn't much he could say about that. Her parents were simply bad parents. They didn't much care for their daughter, and the fact that they left her with the instructor they had... well... there was a good reason why he wasn't a youth Tennis instructor anymore.

She linked her arms behind her head and put her legs up on the desk, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. "Let's face it, there's no future for me in sports and I'm not that smart, the only thing men want from me is my body anyway, so I figure, why not get a head start, you know?" she asked.

"There is a future," Tarosuke said.

"Women get paid peanuts in sports compared to men," she said, "and we barely get any recognition!"

"You get recognition where it matters, and it's true, there's less money in women's sports," Tarosuke said, "but... was the money the reason why you got into Tennis?" he asked. "It's pretty fun, super competitive, and it depends purely on your own skill, with no random elements and no luck involved," Tarosuke said.

"So what?" she asked, crossing her legs at the ankles.

He had to broach the subject, of course, but...

Her disrespect was starting to get obnoxious and grating. She looked aside, and made a point to show that she was ignoring him. "You know, you don't have to pretend to be some sort of virtuous sage," she said, idly. "I know what you want. You only kept me behind, nobody else. You know my parents don't care about what I do or what happens to me."

They did care... just, not as parents should.

"What are you implying?" Tarosuke asked.

"What do you think I'm implying, T-sucks?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "I'm implying you kept me back to do things to me," she said. "So yeah, go on ahead," she said, placing her shoulders against the backrest of her seat and using her legs to lift her body, demonstrating remarkable athleticism in how she moved her body.

His eyes were drawn to her ankles and wrists as she did this.

"You've been training haven't you?" he asked.

She snorted. "Of course, gotta keep fit if I want old guys like you to go wild for me," she said.

"No, you've been training to keep playing tennis, but you're getting injuries because you're not getting coached and you're not really working with someone to heal up when they occur," Tarosuke said.

"Ugh! Cut this shit out!" she said, once again standing up, raising her leg and stepping on his lap, making it a point to spread her legs, though Tarosuke's eyes never strayed from hers. "Come on already, T-Sucks! Stop pretending and do what I know you want to do!! What every man wants to do!! If you don't, then-"

She used one hand to raise her skirt, and the other began to unbutton her shirt, but he took that moment to act.

"Miss Hanasaki," he said, placing a hand on each of her wrists, she looked up at him as he stood up, causing her to drop her leg to the ground and only now actually realize how big he actually was. "This just isn't going to work out for you, you should only do this sort of thing with a boy you like and when you are mature enough to understand the matters involved," he said, gently.

"I am mature!" she said. "I've been living alone all my life, I'm a grown up already!" she said, "I can do what I want, with whoever I want, whenever I want!!" she shouted, slamming her fists on his chest, causing him to stagger a little but not fall.

He put his hand on top of her head and patted her gently. "So am I, and I still go to my parents' house from time to time to be their son when I need someone to support me unconditionally. You had that taken from you by parents that didn't recognize their duty," he said, "so if you'll allow me, I would love to support you in their stead."

She huffed, crossing her arms and turning around. "You're not fooling me, you just want me to drop my guard, so that I fall in love with you like some stupid hentai or something!!" she called.

"The only way I can prove that I mean what I say is if you give me the chance to do it," he said. "I'll promise you, on my life, that I will not disappoint you, I will help you get back on your level, and even beyond that, I'll help you get back to winning competitions by year's end, and once you are, I'll even help introduce you to some people who can get you on the fast track to be an Olympic Athlete," he said.

"As if I'd believe that!"

"You don't need to just believe it," Tarosuke said, "all you have to do, is put me to the test," he said, extending a hand balled up into a fist and then extending his pinky finger from it.

She turned around, glaring at him. "What if I want to be a slutty girl, huh?" she asked. "What if I want to find some rich old man and just sponge off of him for the rest of my life? Did you think about that?" she asked.

"If that's what you truly want in life, then I'll ask you to please refrain from that until you are at least eighteen years old, and give yourself time to find yourself in life," he said, "but that's it."

She tried seducing him again, but she was clumsy and clearly didn't much know what she was doing, imitating what he thought might be in some comic or magazine she might've found out there. "Look at me! Look at me!!"

"I will, once you've put on a tennis uniform and are playing your heart out, so I can be sure to see you lift that first place trophy," he said, using his free hand to strike his chest to emphasize. "And I'll watch over you to make sure you don't injure yourself in training."

"That's- ugh! Why don't you want to have sex with me!?" she finally cried out. "All you men are just, just-"

She huffed.

"Because I'm not," he said, "that kind of person, and you'll find, neither are most people."

She'd had... less than ideal experiences in life. That much was clear.

"But of course, the only way you're gonna be able to test that is if you take my challenge. If you win, you'll prove that you were right and I was lying, but if you lose, then you'll be back in tip top shape, win win, right?"

"Fine!" she cried out, locking her pinky finger with his in the age old promise method that had been far more popular once upon a time. "Then I'll show you, if you succumb before the end of the year then I'll win and I'll take all your gold medals!"

"That's good for me, but in return, you have to do what I tell you to and wear appropriate clothes to school, got it?"

She huffed but nodded.

"Whatever, I'll show you," she said, "I'll show you that you're no different to anyone else," she said, "turning around and making as if to walk out of the room, making it a point to swing her hips so her skirt fluttered, but Tarosuke's eyes were firmly on her back as she left, looking angrier by the moment.

She finally stepped out and headed home, her shoes making clacking noises in the quiet of the after-school emptiness.

Tarosuke hummed then. Alright, that was one brat with a shitty attitude on the path to correction. Hanasaki Momoka, once a promising future sports star, would have her path righted and corrected.

For now, he would not bring up the fact that he knew far more about her past than he let on, he needed her to trust him before she would open up on her own about it, after all.

The less she knew about what happened to her former Tennis coach, the better, too, and it's not as if anybody would ever be bothered by that piece of garbage ever again.

Making a note on his notepad regarding his progress with her, he then turned to the space in the notepad for his next project. Once again, a promising one with a bright future, who was losing her way. A cheerleader that had supposedly begun engaging in compensated dating.

Defending the honor of his school and protecting the future of his students was a thankless task, and one that was never truly completed, but he was satisfied with knowing that he was helping not just the students he was working with and for, but also, anyone that they might help and inspire in their own lives, just the same way his upperclassmen and teachers had when he had been a youth himself.

The principal arrived into the room, minutes after Hanasaki left, and smiled at him.

She had been the school nurse when he first attended this very same school, and he pointedly did not think about how old she was despite her youthful, seductive good looks. "That girl really thought she had a shot at seducing you, I had to hold back from laughing."

"I know, right?" Tarosuke said, laughing a little himself. "I didn't want to hurt her feelings," he said, "seriously, what does she think this is, some sort of degenerate porn story or something?" he asked. "Before I'm through, she'll be a model and icon for everyone else to follow into the path of good and righteous morals, discipline and self control!"

"You never disappoint, Tarosuke," the principal said, smiling kindly. "Now, about the rest of the students on your list..."

Indeed, discussing matters about the other students was a priority, not everyone would be as easy as Hanasaki's situation. As bad as her parents were, neglectful parents were easier to deal with than most other kinds of abuse, from the teacher's side.

But, well...

He looked at the next girl on his list. Togashi Ruriko. And the report from the nurse about the bruises, as well as signs and hints at something worse.

Wouldn't be the first time he had to... take matters into his own hands, when it came to a student's parents. "You've got my back on this, right?"

"Always," the principal said.

The work had just begun, but like he promised Hanasaki, he'd be there every step of the way, enforcing the Shitty Brat Reeducation Protocol.