UAABB Code of Conduct Part 1
 By Aldric
 
 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."