One for the girls: The Principal will See YOU Now.

You are kicking your arms are flailing, you are in a cold sweat. You are sitting outside the principal’s office. The college secretary is looking at you, you glance away, you are wearing your old college uniform but it is too tight, far too tight. The buttons on the blouse are dangling on threads, the regulation panties are biting into your ass-crack and the bra, it was nothing more than a training-bra at the time, now it has dug an uncomfortable red crease around you and squeezing into your nipples.

You are wondering what is it this time, your guilt is getting to you. The last time you had to visit the Principal he promised it wouldn’t be the last, if he finds out about your other misdemeanours, he will call you back in.

It’s that recurring nightmare, the one that nags at your guilt for all the misdemeanours you thought you had got away with are visited on you.

The Principle’s door opens, except that isn’t his normal office. The door is open enough to see the collection of school canes arranged in the display cabinet, that is his punishment room. He calls the secretary towards him. You know what this means, she is being called as witness. The door shuts behind them and you try to make out the muffled conversation, but you know exactly how the play continues. There is muffled shouting, you know the script,

NO SIR I don’t deserve it.

I have done nothing wrong.

There is a lull, NOOOO.

You know he has pulled the girl over the modified vaulting horse and has strapped her wrists to the legs of the horse. You can make out the so familiar screams of S-T-O-P, but the principal has the girl's legs in a vice like lock and unceremoniously pulls her panties down and off her feet. S-T-O-P N-O are quite discernable, but it is not long before her ankles are also strapped to the horse. She is laid length ways along the horse her legs stradeling the horse, her pussy is fully stretched open and embarrassingly visible.

N-O N-O N-O

Then the familiar THAWACK, yes that is the Principal’s favourite heavy paddle the one with the large holes side by side along the length of the blade

THAWACK

It is a reflex reaction you start to count. You don’t know how many strokes will be administered but you do know they are always come in multiples of six.

THAWACK

Three ….Four Five Six

At this point most girls have started to cry, sobbing that is audible through the padded door to the Punishment room, but you hear no crying

Seven Eight Nine

Gosh that is a record, the record in your time was held by Anna, she managed to get to Eight before crying.

You listen out, still no sobbing

Ten Eleven Twelve

Wow this girl is tough.

Thirteen Fourteen

That’s it she has broken, and is crying quite audibly

You continue the silent count,

Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

The paddling rarely continues beyond the third set

Nineteen Twenty Twenty-one Twenty-two Twenty-three Twenty-Four

The sobbing is becoming uncontrolable

Surely that is it, but

TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX

the TTHHAAWWAAACCKKs are starting to echo, the whole college must be able to hear them

TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY

The girl is sobbing, as she gasps for breath she begs for it to stop,

N-O-O-O, I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE

THIRTY-ONE THIRTY-TWO THIRTY-THREE THIRTY-FOUR THIRTY-FIVE

The screams must be audible all over the college.

and then the whole office seems to shake

TTHHAAAAWWWAAACCCKK

THIRTY-SIX

The last one was always known to be the hardest!

The girl is sobbing, hardly able to draw breath

You know exactly what is going on, you have been there many times yourself. You imagine the girl being released, she is pulled up-right, she is told to remove her skirt. She is handed a small basket in which she places her skirt and panties.

Normally the girl would be led out of the punishment room by the secretary and ordered to return to her class carrying the basket – you remember the embarrassment as the whole school watches and remarks on your exposed paddle-bruised behind. .

This time the door opens, but there is no girl, only the school secretary carrying a basket and, as she closes the door, her very sore plump red derriere flashes bright cherry red in witness to what had just happened. Surely not the first time for her!!

The secretary looks at you, manages a smile towards you and through tears still pouring down her make-up strewn face gasps:

“Follow me, the Principal is ready for you now”