“Amelia, detention in my office after school, you’re in violation of the dress code yet again.”
She seemed startled, but murmured a soft, “Yes sir.”
I wasn’t usually one for punishments but there was something about the way Amelia continually defied me that seemed to anger me more than any other student could. She was tall with long blonde hair and a stunning figure, the uniform skirt tantalizingly short over her plump ass and her shirt always unbuttoned enough to show off her large breasts. She was stunning for an eighteen year old and seen plenty come and go, but none who compared to her
I was seated at my desk when she came in. I saw her friends waiting by the doorway; that wouldn’t do. She stood waiting for me to speak but I pointedly ignored her for several long moments before I spoke.
“Send your friends away; you will be here for a while.”
This seemed to surprise her again, but she complied and I felt a rush of satisfaction.
“Now sit patiently while I finish grading these papers and then I will punish you.” She sat down at a desk, shifting impatiently for twenty minutes until I was finished. By then, the school had emptied of students and most of the teachers. My classroom was one of the few used in the basement and being Friday, the janitors wouldn’t come down to clean until Monday morning.
I got up and locked the door silently before turning to her.
“For repeated violations of the school dress code, you will be spanked, this time. Do you understand?”
She bowed her head, “Yes sir.”
“You are lucky I do not send you to the Headmaster's office. What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Good, now lean over the desk with your hands in front of you.” She did as told, bending at the waist to lean over my desk. Her skirt rode up even more, to the point that I could see the bottom curves of her ass checks. I stepped up behind her and pushed her skirt up above her waist. She jumped at the action. It was school policy to spank only outside of the clothes, but I didn’t care and besides, I wanted to teach her a lesson. I paused to stare at the red lace thong she wore.
“This is against dress code as well.” I said tracing the thin silk ribbon between her cheeks. She shivered at the touch. “What have you to say for yourself?”
“I am sorry, sir.” She whispered.
“I will have to confiscate them. Stand up and remove them.” I stepped back and she complied, handing me her panties with down cast eyes. “Your skirt too.” I remarked as she turned away.
She looked at me with frightened eyes, “But sir – “
“Do as your told Amelia or you will be punished more.” I interrupted.
This was very important to me. I’d be fantasizing about this girl for months. She swallowed but removed her skirt, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Now she was naked from the waist down as she leaned over the desk.
“Before each slap you will say, ‘Please sir I need to be punished’ and after you will say ‘Thank you sir I needed to be punished’ and you will not cry out. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Say it.”
“Please sir, I need to be punished.” I smacked her ass hard and she cried out in pain.
“You must be silent, Amelia, this is your punishment.