Aaryah Kalher was in trouble. The headmaster of the Khatri Academy for the Troubled Young Adult Ladies of Mumbai (founded to help young adult women who have fallen afoul of the law and have not received a secondary school education, as a reformatory school option) had noted her failure to maintain her GPA above 3.5.
Probation was bad enough and it was so embarrassing and painful on its own. Aaryah had to submit to a bare bottom spanking every day from her head of house, Mister Kharat. He did not use anything more than a wooden ruler of about a meter, but it still stung horribly and Aaryah dreaded every session with him, having to present her luxurious bottom for him, removing her skirt and panties completely and bending over his desk, spreading her smooth, toned, and long legs wide apart so he could see her silky smooth pussy as well, which was to be kept completely devoid of all hair.
Aaryah never really counted how many strokes she got. Mr. Kharat was going to take his stick to her lovely bottom and her toned thighs as many times as he liked ("I decide when you have suffered sufficiently, Miss Kalher, you have no rights here, only privileges!"). Today, though, she was in BIG trouble. Masturbation was prohibited to students no matter where they were and privacy was not a privilege granted to the students here. Aaryah thought she could get away with pleasuring herself early in the morning, before the other girls in her dormitory woke up.
She was wrong.
Mr. Wilson, a somewhat aging but still attractive (by Aaryah's standards anyway) American who taught mathematics and had a lascivious streak about him, came in and caught her in the very act, fingers in her open, wet pussy.
The consequences were not immediate, but the discipline board was. "Get dressed right this instant Kalher, and that uniform had better be perfect. I can't imagine the board will be willing to show any amount of mercy to a self-abusing girl who can't even wear this school's uniform correctly."
"Yes sir, Mr. Wilson."
Aarya thanked heaven she had shined her shoes and ironed her uniform the night before. She knew she'd be toast even so, but hopefully she might avoid the worst...
"Aaryah Kalher, you were caught at 5:30 this morning masturbating by Mister Wilson. Do you deny his accusation?"
Aarya saw no reason to lie. She knew that even if she had been innocent, which she wasn't, the discipline board would have her punished to some extent anyway. Beautiful women were never really innocent in this school. And if she were to lie, she'd be in even more trouble.
"No sir."
"Do you understand this school's policy on self-abuse, and the penalties involved?"
"I understand it is not allowed sir. However, I confess I never familiarized myself with the penalties for it sir."
"Well, Miss Kalher, I think you'll find that this is one of the most severe penalties we can give here. Perhaps the most severe. Your most sensitive and intimate parts will be presented for a long and severe punishment. Do you understand?"
With tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice quivering, Aarya mustered the strength to quietly reply "yes, sir."
"Very well. Aarya Kalher, today upon the conclusion of classes you will report expeditiously to the Headmaster's office for the execution of the penalty, at full and maximum severity. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," said Aarya, now sobbing without any pretense of holding back her tears. Aarya wept quietly for much of her first class. The teacher, Mrs. Gambir, had sympathy for the 20 year old thief, and offered to excuse her from the day's after-class assignment as long as Aarya showed she understood what was taught.
Aarya, during her lunch, reflected on why she was here. She'd been arrested after being caught red-handed attempting to steal a pair of boots from a cobbler. The cobbler came back earlier than she'd expected and caught her. She was arrested and her parents, being somewhat wealthy, were disappointed that she would resort to thievery. They'd never deprived her.
This was, however, not as terribly surprising to them as one would think. Aarya had dropped out of her secondary school at 18 due to her laziness after all. They'd whipped her fiercely for that, but they could not force her to re-enroll. They kicked her out, and she lived with friends in the intervening years. Still visiting her parents, but never allowing them to hold sway over her.
After Aarya was arrested, her mother suggested her father bribe the judge to ensure that she was sent to Khatri Academy for the Troubled Young Adult Ladies of Mumbai. This way she would be legally forced to complete her secondary school education, and be subjected to severe correction when necessary. Her father agreed, but the judge turned away her father's generous offer, saying he would have sent Aarya to the school anyway, but did take a smaller offer as a thank you.
The end of her lunch time caused Aarya to cry once again, as it signified that her punishment, which she didn't even know the details of, was only two hours away.
Aarya went to the restroom to clean herself up in preparation for her next class (at her teacher's order). Once she'd done so she looked in the mirror and checked herself out. She had luscious curves, D cup breasts no less. She kept fit too, loving what time she could spend working out, with toned abs that she was proud of. Her bottom was luxuriously firm and stuck out of her otherwise thin and toned figure beautifully. Her skin was a light olive tan, and her eyes were a dark brown that you could get lost in.
Aarya, petrified and mortified though she was, couldn't help but smile at the figure she'd maintained. No man could resist her charms when she was making an effort to use them. Nor when they were being presented for punishment and abuse...
Her final class ended early, much to her relief and dismay simultaneously. Aarya didn't know if she wanted it to happen sooner to end the anticipation, or later, because she wasn't sure the anticipation was worse. However, as she was ordered, she went straight to the headmaster's office, not fully knowing what to expect. When the board said that she would be punished on her most sensitive and intimate areas, her heart dropped into her stomach.
She didn't know for sure but was fairly certain that meant her breasts and... even worse... her pussy. Her pussy was more sensitive than anywhere else.... The thought of even a moderate hand spanking there made her quiver in fear. Nevermind a full strength whipping like she figured she was bound to get... And her clit... she was petrified most of all of an impact there. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle this punishment...
Aarya knocked three times on the headmaster's door.
"Enter."
Aarya proceeded briskly and smartly to the center of the room, right in front of Mr. Rupee's desk.
"Good afternoon sir. I'm Aarya Kalher. I'm reporting to submit myself to discipline for my transgression this morning sir."
Mr. Rupee was surprisingly young for a headmaster. It occurred to Aarya she had not yet met him. He was about 6 feet tall, and though not exactly a body-builder, was muscled and fit. He wore a thick but trimmed mustache that did not extend below his top lip nor beyond the corners of his mouth. His hair was kept neatly trimmed, in a fade from his ears up to the top of his head, where the hair was kept longer but combed over neatly. He appeared to be about mid to late twenties.
"I know who you are and why you are here Miss Kalher... You may begin by getting undressed. Do not leave even a single garment. Your top and your bra too. You will be totally naked. Do not forget the socks and shoes."
