Erika had been a wild child, her 18 years were a litany of always getting into trouble. Her parents tried everything, grounding her, taking away her cell phone, cutting her allowance to a bare minimum, but nothing worked. In desperation, they turned to a boarding school that had become well known for taming wild teens. The school was happy to take her on, and before her first class, she met the headmaster, Mr. Smith. Her insolent gaze earned a steady, steely glare of hardness from his eyes, and her insolent attitude slipped a bit.
"Miss Taylor, I hope you know that your insolence will not be tolerated," he told her in his clipped British accent, "I would advise you to straighten up, and obey the rules we have set down. If so, you will find our school and your stay here, quite pleasant. If not, I will deal with you personally!"
She hated having to wear the school girl uniform of white blouse and plaid pleated skirt, and it was all too easy for her to slip back into her old habits, she had perfected her trouble making ways over her 18 years, and the time came when the headmaster ordered her to his office, just after classes had ended for the day. When she entered his office, he locked the door.
"Miss Taylor, I thought the day would come when I had to deal with your attitude. Now, we do not beat around the bush, we are going to punish you. Drop your panties Miss Taylor, you are going to get caned!"
Erika gaped at him, he gazed back at her with that same steely eyed glare, and she came to the realization that she had no choice, she was locked in, the headmaster would handle no defiance, in this setting he ruled, and the school administration, with the glowing recommendations the school earned for being able to handle the trouble makers, gave him full latitude to enforce discipline as he saw fit.
She reached up under her skirt, and with a tug, her panties were on the floor.
"Bend over and grab your ankles, Miss Taylor."