"I must say I was impressed by the essay you handed in on Monday, Linda," Hannah said with a big smile on her face. "Well-written, with effective arguments, and a good length. Without a doubt the best essay I’ve seen in some time!"
The nineteen-year-old grinned back at her teacher, pleased with being praised. She was far from being the best student in class, so it didn't happen often.
"In fact, I thought it was so good I had to show it to May, who's the teacher of 2D. You know, the class your friend Janet goes to?" Hannah drummed her fingers on the desk.
Linda's smile faded a little. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, but she did her best to look innocent.
"And you know what's strange? May had just read the same essay." Hannah folded her arms in front of her chest, raising an eyebrow. "So how is it that you and Janet handed in the same essay? Care to explain that, Linda?"
Linda shrugged. "We're quite similar, after all… so it was probably a coincidence?" she said, still wearing her most innocent expression. There was no reason not to try to bluff her way out of this, was there?
The smile that Hannah sent her student was completely devoid of her customary warmth and kindness. "Really? You should explain that to the principal. He's waiting for you in his office, and seemed very interested in hearing what you have to say."
Her classmates giggled as Linda rose with a blush on her face. Hannah did nothing to stop them, since she felt Linda deserved to hear their laughter.
As Linda walked towards the principal's office, she met Janet, who had clearly been sent there for the same reason. "You too?" Janet said quietly when she saw her friend. It was clear that she was nervous for what was about to happen; Janet never got into trouble.
"Your essay was too good," Linda said sharply as they walked down the hallway. "If it had been a little more average, they wouldn't have shown it to each other." Janet lowered her head, and Linda knew she shouldn't have said it – she was just being cruel to try to cover her own nervousness. But she still wasn't going to apologise.
Principal Rockall was a large, powerfully built and fairly scary-looking man known for maintaining strict discipline. Sitting behind his desk, he watched the two girls with a dark expression on his face, but Linda was more worried about the large wooden paddle he was holding, tapping it against his left palm. It looked very painful, and Linda didn't like the sound it made. She had a feeling she'd like the paddle even less in a few minutes.
The principal had listened to their explanation, and was not convinced. "I cannot believe you have been cheating on an essay. Two grown girls like you, supposedly adults, sneaking around like little children." He shook his head. "Do you know the punishment for cheating at this school?" Both girls nodded gloomily, but he chose to tell them anyway. "A good spanking on your bare bottoms." He placed the paddle down, pushed the chair away from his desk, and scowled at Janet. "You're the youngest, so we'll deal with you first. Come here!"
Janet approached him nervously, and stood before him like he had ordered. The principal started to unbutton her jeans, before determinedly pulling them down to her knees. He then grabbed the waistband of her underwear, and her cute, pink little panties were also lowered. Janet blushed, ashamed of being undressed like this, and the tears rolled down her face before he'd even started to spank her.
Principal Rockall picked up the half-naked woman as if she was a small child and placed her over his lap. She made no attempts to resist, and lowered her head in despair when he began to rub her naked, quivering bottom. "I hope this teaches you honesty," Rockall declared while lifting his hand over his head.
Janet howled pitifully as the principal's hard hand crashed down on her soft, delicate bottom. The principal did not believe in gentle warmups – he spanked hard from the first smack. His hand was large enough to cover one of her cheeks with a single smack, and when he struck from side to side, it was enough to colour her entire bottom pink in a few seconds.
Linda bit her lip as she stood there and watched her friend squirm and scream over the principal's lap. It was bad enough to see Janet suffer like that, but knowing that it was her turn afterwards was unbearable! She wished she'd never talked Janet into cheating – or at least that they'd cheated better!
Janet's backside quickly became red and swollen, and the tears rolled down her face as she begged for mercy. She breathed a sigh of relief when the principal finally stopped spanking her, but her hope quickly died when she felt hard wood rubbing against her burning bottom. She'd forgotten the paddle.
"Do you have anything you wish to say to me, little miss?" the principal said sternly.
"I am very sorry for what we dd, and I promise never to do it again," Janet said pleadingly. Was there a hope that she wouldn't have to feel the paddle on her sore seat?
He gave a satisfied nod. "Good, Janet. It's clear you've learned something today. I think ten strokes will be enough for now – but I warn you. If you do this again, I won't be as nice."
Janet was about to tell him that ten strokes of the brutal paddle didn't sound particularly nice, but just then, the first smack landed, and she needed all the air she had in her lungs to scream.
Janet had believed that his hand was hard, but that was nothing compared to what was slamming down on her butt now. The paddle was heavy, had holes drilled through it to reduce air resistance, and was large enough to cover her entire bottom with every swat. He struck slower now – slowly enough that she had almost recovered from the previous whack when the next one landed. She howled and begged for mercy, but nothing she said or did could stop the terrible paddle from beating her tender cheeks.
"That was ten strokes," he said at last. He helped the sobbing schoolgirl to her feet, placed her hands on her head, and pushed her against the wall. "Stand there with your nose in the corner, your trousers and panties around your knees, and your hands on your head until I tell you otherwise," he said sternly. Then, he turned to Linda. "And now, it's your turn."
Linda folded her arms in front of her chest and scowled darkly at him. "No."
"No?" the principal replied, raising an eyebrow. "That was not a suggestion, little miss. You've broken the rules, and you will be spanked. Long and hard, on your bare bottom."
Linda shook her head. "I refuse!"
Rockall sighed, before standing up and grabbing Linda's ear. "If you wish to be difficult, that's fine by me, but you will regret it," he warned her. Linda tried to resist, but he had no trouble dragging her over to the chair, or pulling down her tracksuit bottoms and panties, leaving her just as undressed as Janet had been – the only difference was that he was holding her ear while it happened. The pain was unbearable, but Linda fought to keep the tears back. She wouldn't show him just how painful it was.
Just like Janet, she was picked up and placed over his lap. She tried to stand up, but the principal placed his arm around her waist and held her in place. He was much stronger than her, so there was nothing she could do to prevent what was happening.
Linda had just seen Janet's punishment, so she was prepared for it to hurt, but when the first smack landed, her eyes widened. This was much worse than she could have imagined! It only took a few slaps before her bottom burned, and the tears she'd held back now flowed down her face.
She lasted two or three minutes before she started squirming and howling. "Ow! Not so hard – please!" she begged.
"Oh? That sounds better," the principal smiled as he continued to spank her. "Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now, little miss?"
Linda bit her lip. That didn't sound pleasant, but when he started to spank her harder, she quickly gave up. "Ouch! Yes, I'll be good, I promise!"
"Very good," the principal praised her. "Then you can lay still cross my lap and accept the thrashing you deserve, and it won't be too long until we're done."
Linda had given up trying to play tough – she squirmed and sobbed, she kicked her legs and begged for mercy, but principal Rockall ignored it. He held her in place and spanked away.
Finally, he stopped slapping her rear, but Linda knew she couldn't relax yet. Just as she had feared, she soon felt the paddle rubbing against her burning behind. "I was planning to give you twenty strokes, since you are older than Janet and more responsible for what happened," he said calmly. "But since you were so disobedient, I think fifty strokes would be more appropriate."
Her eyes widened. Fifty! She'd never survive that! "No! You can't!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Would you care to repeat that, little miss? Do you really think it's wise to try to tell me what I can and can't do? I can easily say sixty strokes instead – or a hundred, for that matter."
She almost fainted as she tried to imagine how a hundred strokes of the vicious paddle would feel. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Obviously, you decide what I deserve," she said as humbly as she managed. Right now, total submission was the only solution.
He chuckled. "That sounds better, girl. I think you're learning something. Let's say fifty strokes – and you should be truly thankful, little miss." He lifted his hand and began to paddle her.
Linda howled and kicked her legs as the first smack of the hard paddle struck her sore bottom. She'd seen how red and swollen Janet's butt had been after only ten strokes – she couldn't even imagine how she would look after fifty.
She sobbed and screamed, snivelled and squirmed, but nothing she did led to the least sign of sympathy from the strict principal. He had promised her fifty strokes, and that was precisely what he was going to give her. Her throat was sore from all the screaming, she'd fought him so much that she didn't have strength left, and the pain from her burning butt made her dizzy.
Long before the fiftieth stroke landed, she was lying limply over his lap, without strength to squirm or beg for mercy, and no tears left to cry. He let her lie over his lap for a few minutes to gather her strength – if he tried to place her on her feet now, she'd just fall on the floor.
When her strength had returned, Linda was also lifted up and pushed towards the corner. "The two of you can stand there with the nose against the wall and your bottoms on display for a while. Your teachers will be here in half an hour, so they can see you standing there regretting what you've done. Afterwards, you'll get to apologize to them. If they're satisfied, you'll be allowed to get dressed and return to the classroom."
Linda sniffled in the corner as she dreaded having to face the grinning teachers, naked from the waist down, and apologize to them, but she said nothing. She felt she'd done enough damage for one day.
The nineteen-year-old grinned back at her teacher, pleased with being praised. She was far from being the best student in class, so it didn't happen often.
"In fact, I thought it was so good I had to show it to May, who's the teacher of 2D. You know, the class your friend Janet goes to?" Hannah drummed her fingers on the desk.
Linda's smile faded a little. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, but she did her best to look innocent.
"And you know what's strange? May had just read the same essay." Hannah folded her arms in front of her chest, raising an eyebrow. "So how is it that you and Janet handed in the same essay? Care to explain that, Linda?"
Linda shrugged. "We're quite similar, after all… so it was probably a coincidence?" she said, still wearing her most innocent expression. There was no reason not to try to bluff her way out of this, was there?
The smile that Hannah sent her student was completely devoid of her customary warmth and kindness. "Really? You should explain that to the principal. He's waiting for you in his office, and seemed very interested in hearing what you have to say."
Her classmates giggled as Linda rose with a blush on her face. Hannah did nothing to stop them, since she felt Linda deserved to hear their laughter.
As Linda walked towards the principal's office, she met Janet, who had clearly been sent there for the same reason. "You too?" Janet said quietly when she saw her friend. It was clear that she was nervous for what was about to happen; Janet never got into trouble.
"Your essay was too good," Linda said sharply as they walked down the hallway. "If it had been a little more average, they wouldn't have shown it to each other." Janet lowered her head, and Linda knew she shouldn't have said it – she was just being cruel to try to cover her own nervousness. But she still wasn't going to apologise.
Principal Rockall was a large, powerfully built and fairly scary-looking man known for maintaining strict discipline. Sitting behind his desk, he watched the two girls with a dark expression on his face, but Linda was more worried about the large wooden paddle he was holding, tapping it against his left palm. It looked very painful, and Linda didn't like the sound it made. She had a feeling she'd like the paddle even less in a few minutes.
The principal had listened to their explanation, and was not convinced. "I cannot believe you have been cheating on an essay. Two grown girls like you, supposedly adults, sneaking around like little children." He shook his head. "Do you know the punishment for cheating at this school?" Both girls nodded gloomily, but he chose to tell them anyway. "A good spanking on your bare bottoms." He placed the paddle down, pushed the chair away from his desk, and scowled at Janet. "You're the youngest, so we'll deal with you first. Come here!"
Janet approached him nervously, and stood before him like he had ordered. The principal started to unbutton her jeans, before determinedly pulling them down to her knees. He then grabbed the waistband of her underwear, and her cute, pink little panties were also lowered. Janet blushed, ashamed of being undressed like this, and the tears rolled down her face before he'd even started to spank her.
Principal Rockall picked up the half-naked woman as if she was a small child and placed her over his lap. She made no attempts to resist, and lowered her head in despair when he began to rub her naked, quivering bottom. "I hope this teaches you honesty," Rockall declared while lifting his hand over his head.
Janet howled pitifully as the principal's hard hand crashed down on her soft, delicate bottom. The principal did not believe in gentle warmups – he spanked hard from the first smack. His hand was large enough to cover one of her cheeks with a single smack, and when he struck from side to side, it was enough to colour her entire bottom pink in a few seconds.
Linda bit her lip as she stood there and watched her friend squirm and scream over the principal's lap. It was bad enough to see Janet suffer like that, but knowing that it was her turn afterwards was unbearable! She wished she'd never talked Janet into cheating – or at least that they'd cheated better!
Janet's backside quickly became red and swollen, and the tears rolled down her face as she begged for mercy. She breathed a sigh of relief when the principal finally stopped spanking her, but her hope quickly died when she felt hard wood rubbing against her burning bottom. She'd forgotten the paddle.
"Do you have anything you wish to say to me, little miss?" the principal said sternly.
"I am very sorry for what we dd, and I promise never to do it again," Janet said pleadingly. Was there a hope that she wouldn't have to feel the paddle on her sore seat?
He gave a satisfied nod. "Good, Janet. It's clear you've learned something today. I think ten strokes will be enough for now – but I warn you. If you do this again, I won't be as nice."
Janet was about to tell him that ten strokes of the brutal paddle didn't sound particularly nice, but just then, the first smack landed, and she needed all the air she had in her lungs to scream.
Janet had believed that his hand was hard, but that was nothing compared to what was slamming down on her butt now. The paddle was heavy, had holes drilled through it to reduce air resistance, and was large enough to cover her entire bottom with every swat. He struck slower now – slowly enough that she had almost recovered from the previous whack when the next one landed. She howled and begged for mercy, but nothing she said or did could stop the terrible paddle from beating her tender cheeks.
"That was ten strokes," he said at last. He helped the sobbing schoolgirl to her feet, placed her hands on her head, and pushed her against the wall. "Stand there with your nose in the corner, your trousers and panties around your knees, and your hands on your head until I tell you otherwise," he said sternly. Then, he turned to Linda. "And now, it's your turn."
Linda folded her arms in front of her chest and scowled darkly at him. "No."
"No?" the principal replied, raising an eyebrow. "That was not a suggestion, little miss. You've broken the rules, and you will be spanked. Long and hard, on your bare bottom."
Linda shook her head. "I refuse!"
Rockall sighed, before standing up and grabbing Linda's ear. "If you wish to be difficult, that's fine by me, but you will regret it," he warned her. Linda tried to resist, but he had no trouble dragging her over to the chair, or pulling down her tracksuit bottoms and panties, leaving her just as undressed as Janet had been – the only difference was that he was holding her ear while it happened. The pain was unbearable, but Linda fought to keep the tears back. She wouldn't show him just how painful it was.
Just like Janet, she was picked up and placed over his lap. She tried to stand up, but the principal placed his arm around her waist and held her in place. He was much stronger than her, so there was nothing she could do to prevent what was happening.
Linda had just seen Janet's punishment, so she was prepared for it to hurt, but when the first smack landed, her eyes widened. This was much worse than she could have imagined! It only took a few slaps before her bottom burned, and the tears she'd held back now flowed down her face.
She lasted two or three minutes before she started squirming and howling. "Ow! Not so hard – please!" she begged.
"Oh? That sounds better," the principal smiled as he continued to spank her. "Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now, little miss?"
Linda bit her lip. That didn't sound pleasant, but when he started to spank her harder, she quickly gave up. "Ouch! Yes, I'll be good, I promise!"
"Very good," the principal praised her. "Then you can lay still cross my lap and accept the thrashing you deserve, and it won't be too long until we're done."
Linda had given up trying to play tough – she squirmed and sobbed, she kicked her legs and begged for mercy, but principal Rockall ignored it. He held her in place and spanked away.
Finally, he stopped slapping her rear, but Linda knew she couldn't relax yet. Just as she had feared, she soon felt the paddle rubbing against her burning behind. "I was planning to give you twenty strokes, since you are older than Janet and more responsible for what happened," he said calmly. "But since you were so disobedient, I think fifty strokes would be more appropriate."
Her eyes widened. Fifty! She'd never survive that! "No! You can't!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Would you care to repeat that, little miss? Do you really think it's wise to try to tell me what I can and can't do? I can easily say sixty strokes instead – or a hundred, for that matter."
She almost fainted as she tried to imagine how a hundred strokes of the vicious paddle would feel. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Obviously, you decide what I deserve," she said as humbly as she managed. Right now, total submission was the only solution.
He chuckled. "That sounds better, girl. I think you're learning something. Let's say fifty strokes – and you should be truly thankful, little miss." He lifted his hand and began to paddle her.
Linda howled and kicked her legs as the first smack of the hard paddle struck her sore bottom. She'd seen how red and swollen Janet's butt had been after only ten strokes – she couldn't even imagine how she would look after fifty.
She sobbed and screamed, snivelled and squirmed, but nothing she did led to the least sign of sympathy from the strict principal. He had promised her fifty strokes, and that was precisely what he was going to give her. Her throat was sore from all the screaming, she'd fought him so much that she didn't have strength left, and the pain from her burning butt made her dizzy.
Long before the fiftieth stroke landed, she was lying limply over his lap, without strength to squirm or beg for mercy, and no tears left to cry. He let her lie over his lap for a few minutes to gather her strength – if he tried to place her on her feet now, she'd just fall on the floor.
When her strength had returned, Linda was also lifted up and pushed towards the corner. "The two of you can stand there with the nose against the wall and your bottoms on display for a while. Your teachers will be here in half an hour, so they can see you standing there regretting what you've done. Afterwards, you'll get to apologize to them. If they're satisfied, you'll be allowed to get dressed and return to the classroom."
Linda sniffled in the corner as she dreaded having to face the grinning teachers, naked from the waist down, and apologize to them, but she said nothing. She felt she'd done enough damage for one day.
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