Sent to the Study
Nervously she bit at her nails as she stood alone in the study waiting for what she knew was inevitable when the headmaster came to the room.Tracey was a frequent visitor to his study. It wasn’t that she was a bad girl, not really, but she was naughty and cheeky and seemingly incapable of thinking about consequences until it was too late.
This was just one more time; the latest time, and she remembered nervously what she had been told only a week ago, after she had been given a dozen stinging strokes with the cane.
“I hope that will be a lesson you will remember, child, but if you do not and you are sent to me again this term you may expect to be caned much harder next time”
When he had said that all that had been on Tracey’s mind was to be allowed to get up from his desk, get away from his study and be able to rub her sore bottom cheeks. She had hardly registered what he had threatened. But she remembered now, in fact she could not get his words out of her mind.As she stood there waiting, her short skirt bare legs and white socks signifying that she was still a schoolgirl, she felt, as she was meant to feel, like a naughty girl about to have her bottom spanked.
He arrived finally, and regarded the girl steadily. She looked at the floor and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, unwilling to meet his eyes.
“You are here yet again Tracey” he said “despite what I warned you of only last week”
“Yes Sir, I am sorry sir” the girl said in a barely audible voice.
“Well it’s far too late for sorry. Over the desk, you know quite well what to do”
Silently she went to the edge of his desk, lifted her skirt up over her waist, wriggled down her white cotton knickers and stretched over the polished wood of the desk.
He delayed a while before taking his cane, letting the girl wait and anticipate what was to come.As she felt him move behind her she knew her caning was about to begin. She screwed her eyes tight shut, clenched her teeth, tightened her bottom cheeks and prepared to be disciplined.
Nervously she bit at her nails as she stood alone in the study waiting for what she knew was inevitable when the headmaster came to the room.Tracey was a frequent visitor to his study. It wasn’t that she was a bad girl, not really, but she was naughty and cheeky and seemingly incapable of thinking about consequences until it was too late.
This was just one more time; the latest time, and she remembered nervously what she had been told only a week ago, after she had been given a dozen stinging strokes with the cane.
“I hope that will be a lesson you will remember, child, but if you do not and you are sent to me again this term you may expect to be caned much harder next time”
When he had said that all that had been on Tracey’s mind was to be allowed to get up from his desk, get away from his study and be able to rub her sore bottom cheeks. She had hardly registered what he had threatened. But she remembered now, in fact she could not get his words out of her mind.As she stood there waiting, her short skirt bare legs and white socks signifying that she was still a schoolgirl, she felt, as she was meant to feel, like a naughty girl about to have her bottom spanked.
He arrived finally, and regarded the girl steadily. She looked at the floor and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, unwilling to meet his eyes.
“You are here yet again Tracey” he said “despite what I warned you of only last week”
“Yes Sir, I am sorry sir” the girl said in a barely audible voice.
“Well it’s far too late for sorry. Over the desk, you know quite well what to do”
Silently she went to the edge of his desk, lifted her skirt up over her waist, wriggled down her white cotton knickers and stretched over the polished wood of the desk.
He delayed a while before taking his cane, letting the girl wait and anticipate what was to come.As she felt him move behind her she knew her caning was about to begin. She screwed her eyes tight shut, clenched her teeth, tightened her bottom cheeks and prepared to be disciplined.