Anne was running late. She rushed down the empty hallway to her first class, chemistry with Mr. Molger. Stopping at the door, she took a deep breath and hoped to slip to her lab table without him noticing. Instead she walked into a silent classroom. All the test taking students looked up at her. Damn, how could she have forgotten it was test day too?
"Miss Turner, this is your 4th tardy, go to the principal's office."
"But I..."
"Go." He didn't even look up from his book.
Dejected, Anne turned on her heel and left the classroom. She had never been sent to the principal's office in her whole life. As a new transfer to the all girls school midway through her senior year, it had not been easy. Especially adjusting to the uniforms. She tugged at her blouse, it had shrunk in the wash and was tight across her breasts. It had also taken her weeks to get used to wearing a skirt with thigh high socks. She felt like had accidentally flashed half the school her panties before learning to sit with her legs closed.
Entering the principal's office, she slumped into a waiting chair. To the secretary, she said, "Mr. Molger sent me here because of my 4th tardy."
Miss Aimes nodded and picked up the phone. "Sir? Anne Turner is here to be punished."
Anne swallowed hard. Punished? She thought she'd get a stern lecture or detention. What was going on?
Miss Aimes listened to Principal Jeffer's response. "Yes Sir." She hung up the phone. "You may go in now, Anne."
Anne nodded, hoping that her nervousness wasn't showing. She stood and walked into the next room.
"Shut the door behind you, Miss Turner."
She did and turned back to Principal Jeffers. He was seated in a large leather chair behind a massive wooden desk. She vaguely remember meeting him before when her step-father enrolled her here a few months ago. She did remember how large his hand was when he shook hers that day. The rest of his size matched, he was tall, broad shouldered and looked like he had played football back in his high school days.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was my 4th tardy. My car wouldn't start and..."
"Shush." He held his hand up and her mouth snapped close. "We are very strict at this school and don't allow this type of thing to continue. I'm surprised you weren't sent here for a uniform violation."
Anne glanced down at herself. One side of her blouse was untucked and the buttons strained across her chest. Her skirt was a little short, she hadn't been able to find any the right length that had small enough waists. But she didn't think Principal Jeffers would want to hear any of her excuses.
"So first the punishment for that. Take off your blouse and bra."
"What?" she sputtered. She was not undressing in front of him.
"They aren't according to uniform standards so you may not wear them. Take them off or I'll call Miss Aimes in here to do it for you."
Her cheeks flushed red. She didn't want to be undressed like a child. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor. Reaching around her back, she undid the clasp to her bra but held it to her chest for a moment.
"Take it off," he instructed.
With a flash of anger, she let it drop and stood bare chested in front of him. The cool air hit her nipples, tightening them into little pink buds.
"Good. Now for the second part of your punishment. Come here."
Oh no, she thought in her head. She didn't want to go anywhere near him.
"Come here," he repeated more sternly.
Swallowing hard she left the middle of the room and stood next to him at his desk. "Over the years, we've perfected our punishments to keep the school running in an orderly fashion. Your punishment today is a spanking."
Anne couldn't believe her ears. "You're going to spank me?"
"Yes. We've learned that bare bottom by hand has the best results. Take off your panties and set them on my desk."
She was shaking. She couldn't believe this was happening. Numb, she slipped off her panties and set them on his desk.
"Another violation. All the girls are suppose to wear white cotton bikinis."
Anne glanced at the black lace thong laying in front of her. "I thought no one would ever know," she answered meekly.
"We'll deal with that later. Now lay face down across my lap." He pushed himself away from his desk and waited.
When her step-father found out about this, he was going to be livid. But a tiny nagging thought in the back of her head said that he probably knew all this about the school before he had sent her here. She stepped forward and he helped her across his lap. The large chair made it impossible for her to keep both her hands and her feet on the ground as she bent over. Her fingertips stretched to touch the carpet. Her hair fell around her face, hiding her burning cheeks from sight.
Principal Jeffers flipped her skirt up to expose her ass to him and with one hand caressed her butt cheeks. His other hand was on her upper back holding her in position. Anne felt tears flood her eyes, she had never been so humiliated in her life.
Smack! His large hand landed across her butt and she jumped at the sharp sting and loud sound of flesh on flesh. Again and again he spanked her, alternating cheeks or landing the smacks across both. The tears ran down her face as she lost count of how many times he spanked her.
After several minutes of her bare ass being smacked by his hand, she realized he had stopped and was gently rubbing her red skin. The sensation was strangely soothing and she felt herself relaxing in his lap. Her nipples were tingling from rubbing across the wool of his pants as the impact of each blow had scooted her up and back across his legs. And then horrified, she felt his hand move between her legs to touch her intimate parts. Even worse, as his finger dipped into her hole, she was wet! Her face burned in shame and she whimpered as his finger pushed into her further.
Miss Aimes's voice came on over the intercom. "Sir? Mr. Daniels from McTills Publishing to see you."
He took his hand away from her wet pussy and pressed a button on the phone. "Good, send him in in a minute."
"Yes, sir."
Anne wondered how she was going to pull herself together to get dressed and out of here in one short minute. He hadn't made any move to let her up from his lap. Instead he began tucking the edge of her skirt into the waistband.
"Your punishment is not over yet but I have to take this meeting. You will stand in the corner over there, hands on the back of your head while we talk." He let her up from his lap and she began to pull the skirt out of the waistband to cover her ass. He slapped her hand and said "No!" He began tucking the edge back up so that her red butt was in view. "Naughty girls are not allowed to hide their punishments." Anne bit her lip to hold back more tears and looked longingly at her blouse and bra on the floor. She figured there was no way he was letting her put those back on either. "Nose in the corner," he ordered as if she was a whiny two year old.
She had just put her hands behind her head as Mr. Daniels walked in the door. She could only imagine what a sight she was, naked from the waist up and her red spanked bottom exposed.
"Another one?" Mr. Daniels asked with a bit of excitement in his voice. She dared not turn around to see his expression on his face.
"First punishment."
"Oh," he said sounding disappointed. "Can I still look?"
