After her last class of the day had finished, Victoria walked with heavy thoughts down the Assumption Catholic High School hallway to her history classroom. This was her third detention in two weeks, and she was dreading having to face Mr. O yet again. She really hated to disappoint him; mostly out of respect and a mild crush, but also out of fear. He was usually easy-going, but could become very strict at times. While his voice never rose above its usual strong, baritone frequency, his icy glare, however, was a thing of legend in the school.
Of course, that wasn’t all he was famous for, Victoria thought, and she smiled to herself as she let her mind wander to comments a friend of a friend - Sally - had made.
Sally was an adorable volunteer ball girl for the football team - only cute girls in the freshmen grade were picked by the male coaching staff - and while going back to the coaches’ office after practice to return a left behind clipboard, she had accidentally walked in on Mr. O while he was changing. She claimed to have gotten a full-frontal view that left her speechless with shock. And so, the rumors started.
With a big smile, Victoria entered the history class to announce herself to her teacher. She might as well put on a brave and friendly face to manage this situation. Of course, she also wasn’t above a little ‘feminine charm bribery’ as well, to try and ease the punishment. She had rolled up her dark blue and green pleated kilt past the acceptable length of the school uniform policy – something Mr. O never seemed to be strict about – and left the top button undone on her white blouse.
She wasn’t overly huge up top, but she knew her thin body made her very perky breasts look positively large. Too large for her slim sixteen-year-old body, she thought, but the boys seemed to like it; and thus, from an early age she knew how to get her way with just the right amount of cleavage.
Mr. O, however, was a leg man, she knew. She had caught him more than once giving a side-ways glance at her as she pulled up her white knee high socks or adjusted her blue thigh high stockings. Of course, she did these things much more slowly and more often after she caught him. Luckily, she was tall for her age, and had long, well-shaped legs. And it did make her feel naughty to know her sexy legs, wrapped in innocent white knee highs or coloured stockings, could make her teacher lose focus, if just for a moment. Thank god for simple men, she smiled.
But now the tables had turned, and it was she who was completely in his hands. She knew a suspension was the usual penalty for three detentions in any one class, and this was number three; time to turn on the charm.
“Hello, Sir,” she said in her best, sweetly-innocent, little-girl voice as she walked to his desk, where he sat hunched over some papers. Adding to the effect of her please-don’t-be-mean-to-me-voice, she hoped, were the pigtails she purposely wore today in her long sandy-blonde hair. Who could be angry at a pretty girl in pigtails, she reasoned.
Her friends said she looked like Hermione when she wore her hair like that. “Eww,” she would reply in mock protest, “I’m much taller.”
Mr. O looked up from his desk. His muscular shoulders and strong back looked tense, she noticed, as he had obviously been marking tests for some time. He was always quick with a smile, but this time he forced it off his lips, Victoria noticed. Perhaps he remembered he was supposed to be angry and giving a detention.
After the usual serious scolding about skipping classes, he - surprisingly - gave her an option. Either take the detention and automatic one-day suspension it would trigger with the head office, or choose another punishment that might actually have some effect on changing her behavior.
Without a moment’s thought she knew she would choose anything to save herself from detention and the suspension which would cause her mom to freak. No more allowance and at least a month of grounding. When he explained it would be corporal punishment, like in the old days, she was confused. When he finally explained it meant a spanking, she was knocked into silence.
“Sir...?” she started, unsure what to say.
“Up to you,” was all he offered, “but decide, because I need to get to the gym.”
Oh my god , her mind shouted, as she heard herself say, “Yes,” to the corporal punishment.
“Fine,” Mr. O replied, “but we aren’t done until I say. Is that clear?”
She nodded, unsure what that meant, but now too shocked to say anything.
Mr. O stood up, and as tall as Victoria was, she suddenly felt dwarfed by him. His strong chest pushed against his dress shirt in a way that had always made her stomach flutter a little, but now it was absolutely scary.
“Bend over my desk,” he said nicely, but firmly, “and put your hands on the far side of it.”
Victoria did as she was told, her mind still unsure of what to expect. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl. And while she certainly deserved punishment, it felt more than a little strange to be bent over a teacher’s desk - even a cute one’s.
As she lowered herself across the desk she realized that to stretch her hands to the far edge, as her teacher had instructed, she had to lower her head very close the desk and move her whole upper body forward. Of course, this served to make her arch her bottom up in the air as she almost had to stand on her toes to try and accomplish the task.
Her cheeks became flushed with embarrassment as she realized this movement was causing the back of her already short kilt to slowly ride up the back of her thighs. She became keenly aware of the bottom hem of her skirt rubbing along her blue stockings as it rose until finally it was at the very tops of her stockings, and just at the lower curve of her bottom.
Oh god, she thought, Mr. O could see the very tops of her thighs. Sure, they were covered by her blue stockings, but those were virtually transparent. And, if her skirt moved just another inch, he would be able to see her panties.
She froze completely in horror when she remembered that today she'd had to raid her younger sister’s panty drawer because she had run out of clean ones. Victoria’s bottom was small, even for her age, but her younger sister was absolutely tiny. Of course the panties she'd borrowed were too small for her, as she recalled having to wiggle into them this morning, and they barely covered half of her butt cheeks.
The worst part was, they were such little girl-style panties; almost sheer white cotton, so thin they were more like nylons. And they had little pink bows and teddy bears on them. If her kilt rose any more, she thought, horrified, Mr. O would see them and wonder why his student was wearing panties obviously made for an eleven-year-old.
Breaking her spell of mortification was her teacher’s voice. “Sorry, Victoria, you have to put your hands all the way across the desk, and please don’t move them once I begin.”
Victoria, with her face lowered to the desk, looked over her shoulder at her teacher, who now stood to her left side and slightly behind. She had meant to look into his eyes and plead that she should not be spanked as she stood bent over like this, but his eyes were elsewhere. She saw how he was looking down at her long slender legs wrapped in sheer blue stockings that she knew he liked.