“Alright, young lady, you’ve been in this situation all too many times before.”

She trembled with excitement and trepidation at the way he said that. Did he know? she silently wondered.

“Stand in the middle of the room, bend over and touch your toes.”

Hesitating for a split second before retreating a few steps back, she did as instructed. She could hear a cabinet door opening, and though she could hear him chuckle as he selected a cane from the cabinet, she dared not look up.

“Now, I’ve seen you in this position more so than any other girl at this school. It's almost as if you deliberately cause trouble in order to get sent to me. As a sixth former, one would think you’d surely know better. I have to wonder, do you enjoy these punishments?"

Her eyes grew wide, her heart raced. Oh god, he does know. Not knowing how to respond, she remained silent and as still as possible.

“Hm, nothing to say that, young lady? I’ve posed that question to many girls who have had the misfortune to pass through my office in these circumstances... so far, you are not denying it.”

If I say no, he knows I’ll be lying; if I say yes, what will he do? Still bent over, a frozen tribute to every naughty school girl that has ever lived, she remained defiantly silent, yet inwardly afraid to confirm or deny the accusation.

“I see. Then I guess we’d best get on with this. Count them and… well, I’m sure by now you know what to say, young lady.”

Relief flooded through her. She caught herself relaxing her posture just a little. Did he notice that? The cane lightly tapped her bottom. She breathed in sharply, her panties getting moist. She barely heard the swish before the crack of the cane landed across her petite bottom in a searing line of white fire.

“One, thank you, sir,” she said, almost breathlessly.

Two more cuts followed in quick succession. She kept her composure, thanking him for each one, all the while close to gushing between her legs.

“OK, young lady, stand up.”

What? That wasn’t six! Somewhat reluctantly she slowly straightened, her hands resisting the urge to rub her sore bottom. Though not quite as sore as I’d like!

“Confused? Don’t worry, young miss,” he chuckled again. “Your punishment is far from over. Walk to my desk, please. Lift your skirt, then bend over and grab the other side of the desk.”

Her breath caught again, her knees weakened a little. By now the fire wasn’t only in her bottom, but then she realised … Oh no, he’ll see everything. He’ll know for sure.

“I am waiting."

His voice brought her out of her reverie with a jolt. She stiffly walked to the desk while fumbling with the hem of her skirt before lifting it to her waist and reaching over to grab the other side of the desk. She could feel her heart thundering in her chest, almost matching the throbbing between her legs. She heard him hiss a sharp intake of breath. Am I exciting him too? There was a raggedness to his breathing now. He really can see everything! The cane tapped lightly against her panty-clad bottom before a pause, a swish and a crack, and then a very audible squeal.

“Aaahhh! Four, thank you, sir.”

She wasn’t quite prepared for the extra dose of pain her poor bottom cheeks would be exposed to with just her thin panties protecting them. She gripped the desk tighter as the cane fell again. This time she was ready for it.

“MMMHHH! Five, thank you, sir.”

She could now hear him breathing just as heavily as she was; her knuckles were almost white as she gripped the desk. The cane caressed her bottom in light taps for what felt like an eternity before coming down with a thunderous final crack.

“OOOHHH! Six, thank you, sir.”

She was teetering on the edge; she could feel her wetness trickling slightly down her legs. I need to get out of here now to finish myself off! Either that or - her eyes widened as she felt the warmth of him near her, his hand stroking her back softly.

“You did enjoy that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, “Sir … please.”

A brief pause, “Please what?”

He continued to stroke her back before moving his hand lower and lightly cupping one bottom cheek. Her breath caught again. He’s not actually going to, is he?

“You know, sir. Please, I won’t tell.”

“And you know I could get fired for this.”

He said that even as his hand strayed between her legs, his fingers meeting the sodden fabric of her panties. She gasped, grinding her crotch against his hand. Oh my god. He is! His fingers rubbed a little before he withdrew his hand, causing her to let out a rather frustrated sigh. She heard what sounded like a fly being unzipped. He paused at the sound of her sharp intake of breath, but she remained silent and still. He slowly tugged at the elastic of her panties, she straightened her legs slightly to allow them to drop to her feet before stepping out of them, then spread her legs slightly. No going back now…

She felt fingers gently probing and rubbing before something larger and a lot warmer penetrated her wetness. They both gasped as he entered her. She almost erupted right then, but after a few thrusts, he withdrew, causing a frustrated sigh to escape her quivering lips. Oh no! No, please!

“Ladies like you require an alternate kind of punishment.”

Then the warmth she had just felt inside her was now also soaking wet and pressing firmly against the rosebud of her anus. Oh yes, oh yes! “Oh god, yes!”