Just as I though I'd gotten away with it I was called to the head masters office. he ordered me to stand in the corner and explained to me how he had seen me flashing my white panties at the boys and play kiss chase at the local all boys school. He ordered me to lift my skirt and show him my knickers which where not regulation, as if it wasn't bad enough that Id been caught off school premises.
I tried to be cheeky and called him a pervert for watching and not stopping me there and then. But rather than get angry like I thought sir would he very calmly said " I waited until now so I could give you a thorough, strict punishment and Its only what you deserve"
He pulled me by the arm over his lap and I knew I was in for it! Bottom in the air my school skirt was lifted up and the shock of sirs cold hand trashing my bottom made me squeal. Ordering me to look at him he reassured me that this was only a warm up and that I should save my moaning for later punishments. With every whack of the hand I could feel my cheeks getting warmer, red bottomed and red faced with embarrassment as sir pulled down my panties to inspect his handy work.
"Have you learnt your lesson" he sternly asked holding my chin up to look me straight in the eyes. I pleaded my case but i could tell he was just amusing me. The next stage had me bent over his old classic oak desk, bottom pert in the air, knickers lowered to show a glowing bottom... a perfect target. "have you ever had a strap before" I nodded quietly and put my head down.
The stiff leather cracked as it spread across my cheeks, warm, soft but a mighty sting. Each lashing creating sweltering heat that i would still be able to feel the next day.
Sir paused, took a step back and walked around his desk to an old ceramic pot with a selection of pale wooden canes. Some long, short, thick and thin. He grasped at a long crooked cane, quite thick. "this ought to do the trick" he muttered. Embracing my bottom for a moment to feel the heat coming off it he brushed it down and stood strong behind me. SWOSH. I heard the cane whip through the air, I jumped up just too see sir smiling "just testing your reaction" . I returned to my earlier position bent over the desk and waited, even more anxious that before. Sir orderd me to count the strokes... OW.1 sir... ouuuch 2 sir and finally we got to six! I whimpered as the last stroke hit my cheek, the sting brought a tear to my eye.
"What do you say young lady?"
"oh...Thankyou sir"
He pulled me close to him and gave a me a short for a short hug which brought much comfort. Fixing my uniform I quietly left the office softly caressing my tender cheeks.... I won't be doing that again!
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