“Hello Mrs Bernham. Please come in,” the head teacher smiled and gestured toward the door of his office.
Chrissie, stood up and walked into the office with a polite “Thank you”, and sat down on the chair facing his desk. He closed the door behind her and sat down.
“I’ve asked you in because I need to talk to you about your son. He has been having a few problems recently and I am concerned that his behaviour is not up to the standard we expect at the school.”
“I see,” said Chrissie. “What kind of things has he up to then?”
“Well, nothing major,” replied Mr Cranwell. “It’s the usual, minor, things that teenagers get up to at school, but my job is to see that it stops before it becomes more serious. This is why I have asked you in to see me.”
“Well I would like to help in any way I can,” offered Chrissie, who didn’t like the sound of her son getting involved in something ‘more serious’.
“Well I’m sure you would. But I have a slightly different approach to solving the problem.”
Mr Cranwell explained his approach as Chrissie listened in disbelief. This head teacher strongly believed that a pupil’s behaviour is best controlled by parents. As a result he felt that parents should be punished for the bad behaviour of the pupils when they were in school. This way they would take a more determined attitude to take responsibility for the behaviour of their children.
“So what would be the punishment for Mark’s behaviour?” asked Chrissie. “Would it involve my husband? Do I have to do lines or a detention?” she joked.
Mr Cranwell stared at Chrissie, as if judging whether or not to she was the kind of woman to respond to his ‘approach’.
“No. It would just involve you,” he smiled. “Have you ever been punished physically by someone?”
“Punished physically? No.”
“Well the deal is simple. If you son has misbehaved, then you have to be punished. Do you understand what I mean?”
Chrissie could see what Mr Cranwell was suggesting only too well. “You naughty boy!” she thought to herself. She stood up and, leaning over and placing her hands on his desk, arched her back so that her bottom was raised. Her face was inches away from Mr Cranwell as she smiled a wicked smile.
“Is this what you had in mind?”
Mr Cranwell smiled in acknowledgement and walked around the desk. As he did, Chrissie could see the substantial bulge in his trousers. He stood behind her and surveyed her bottom. She had worn a mid-length pencil thin skirt which accentuated the curves of her bottom.
“The punishment today will be fifteen slaps. Five with the skirt, five with panties and five without. At no point should you make a sound.”
Chrissie faced the wall behind his desk and waited for the first slap. She prepared herself in anticipation of the first slap. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced this. Last year she went with her friends to a fancy dress party with her friends. They were all dressed in school uniforms, which attracted a lot of attention from the men at the party. Why, she was never quite sure, although the skirt she was wearing barely covered her white cotton panties. She had ended up in a bedroom with a couple of guys who took turns smacking her pert bottom while she took turns sucking their cocks, her favourite hobby. All good clean fun which she quite enjoyed, until one of them slapped her a little too hard, causing her to bite down on the other guy’s dick. In the melee that followed, a naked man running through the party screaming and holding his injured dick, and the open door revealing Chrissie to the partygoers, panties down and bottom bright red from the slaps, it was a night she would have preferred to have forget.
As he brought his open hand down hard on her bottom she winced slightly.
“Was that o.k.?” he asked, concerned that Chrissie might not want to continue.
“No. That was fine.” Chrissie replied with a grin. She was not used to being used like this. She liked to dominate her men. But his concern was obvious a sign of a weakness that she could turn to her advantage. She bore each slap with a twitch of her bottom until he asked her to take off her skirt. Chrissie turned to face him. As she reached behind her waist to the zip she stared straight into his eyes.
“You obviously enjoy inflicting punishment but can you take it?”
“Now come on Mrs Bernham,” said the head “you still have ten slaps to go.”
Chrissie unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her stockings but no panties. Mr Cranwell couldn’t tear his eyes away from the neatly trimmed pussy hair.