7 comments/ 56478 views/ 25 favorites Teacher's Discipline Ch. 01 By: tom6432 (This is a fantasy written for fun. All characters are over 18. It contains spanking and humiliation, so if you do not enjoy please skip the story) * It was Friday afternoon work was just winding down, when I received a phone call from my step-daughter's math teacher. "Mr. Jackson I would like you to come to the high school immediately, it's about your daughter Kate," I explained that it was difficult for me to leave work now, even though I owned the business. However, Ms. Henderson was insistent that I leave immediately, as she wanted to go on a skiing trip. She was extremely rude, and I wound up saying that I would be right over, but it had better be important or she and I would be visiting the Principal's office. When I arrived at the high school, I went straight to Kate's classroom. There I saw my 18 year old step-daughter standing with her nose to the wall sobbing. Ms. Henderson was seated at her desk with a very smug look on her face. I immediately asked her what was the problem and she said Kate was caught cheating on a test. I knew this was impossible as Kate was one of the brightest kids in the class. "Why is she standing in the corner crying?" I asked. "I spanked her and told her to stand in the corner," She responded very curtly. "When and where did you spank her?" I questioned not pleased with Ms. Henderson's attitude. "I spanked her right in front of the class. I believe that punishment should be immediate," I saw the straight-back chair in the front of the room and the ruler sitting on top of it. "Katie come here," I instructed. She turned, wiping the tears from her eyes and stood in front of me. She was wearing the traditional outfit of St. James Academy for Girls. She had on her blazer, starched white blouse, blue skirt that ended at the knees, white knee socks and loafers. It made her look much younger than 18, as she was a senior at the school. She hated the school uniform. She stood at attention, heels together, head up, hands at her side, just as I had taught her over the past two years, when she is going to be questioned about an incident. I had married her mother two years ago. Ms. Henderson looked very impressed at her obedience. "Kate did you cheat on this test?" I questioned. "No Sir," She answered. "Why does Ms. Henderson think you did?" "Because I passed a paper to another student prior to the test" "What would happen if you cheated?" I asked. "You would spank me so I wouldn't be able to sit for a week," She said rubbing her skirt covered backside. "Lets see the spanking Ms. Henderson gave you, bend over this desk," I pointed to Ms. Henderson's desk. She bent over to the desk and stretched herself across it holding onto the other side. I turned towards her and flipped her skirt above her waist revealing white cotton panties and very red ruler marks on her thighs. "Pull your panties down to your knees and show me your bare bottom," She did as instructed. Her bottom was fire engine red from the spanking that Ms. Henderson had given her. You could see the marks from the ruler all over her rounded cheeks. "Ms. Henderson did you do this to my daughter?" I questioned not happy at all with the spanking. "Yes I did," She answered reluctantly "Did you do this in front of the other girls?" "Y-es," She answered not quite so confident. "Did you have my permission?" I asked sternly. She knew that she must have permission from a parent to spank a student. "W-ell no, but." She stammered that was an offense, which could get her suspended. "There are no buts Ms. Henderson," I am not pleased with you. "Did you actually see my step-daughter cheating?" "Well no ... but." Again she stuttered beginning to be afraid. "What did the note say," I questioned. She said: "It asked Jackie if she wanted to meet her after class at her house to study." "So Kate was not cheating. She was spanked without my permission in front of her classmates. Is this all true, Emily?" Addressing Ms. Henderson by her first name "Well Y-es." She said lowering her eyes to the floor. "Fine, Katie stand up and pull your panties up and go to back to the corner, Ms. Henderson and I have something to discuss," I ordered. "Yes Sir," She quickly did as she was told heading for the corner. "Ms. Henderson it seems to me that what you did to Kate was wrong and I believe you overstepped your bounds. You should have asked my permission prior to spanking her. In addition, you were wrong about her cheating. Do you have anything to say for your self Young Lady?" I looked directly in her eyes. She was tall standing about 5' 9" in her high heels and blue suit, but I was taller at 6' 1". She started to look away, but then became very defiant. "Look I am 35 years old and will not be talked to as if I am guilty of something. I am going skiing and have no more time for this nonsense. If you have a problem go see the Principal, she will back me up. I have to go." She spun around and started to leave the classroom. She had long blonde hair, her legs were long, lovely and straight; her short skirt and tan colored stockings displayed them beautifully. I grabbed her by her wrist before she could leave the room and sat down on the straight-backed chair that was still in front of the room. Over my lap she flew her head on one side and her long legs on the other. I swatted her 5 times on her skirt covered backside, which got her attention. "Yeoooooo - You HAVE NO RIGHT WHO do you think you ARE!!!" "Kate go down to the office and bring the Principal here to Ms. Henderson's classroom, I want her to witness this," I happened to know Linda Dawson very well having dated her a few times and having spanked her on more than one occasion. "Young Lady, your attitude and rudeness leave a lot to be desired. Not only were you wrong in spanking Kate and embarrassing her in front of her peers, but you are an unrepentful brat. Now you stand here until Linda arrives, and we will see what she has to say," She stood before me rubbing her skirt covered bottom Just then Linda arrived and I explained to her what I intended to do to Miss Smarty Pants and that I wanted a witness. Linda started to protest but I gave her one of my "don't say a word looks" and she immediately agreed. I told her that since Kate was the one punished she should also be a witness. Emily started to protest, but once Linda gave me the okay there was not very much she could do. Linda explained that Ms. Henderson should have informed her if a spanking was needed and she would have called the parent for permission. She did not follow the established rules. "Hand Linda your jacket," She was wearing a long-sleeved silk blouse under her jacket. I then told her to bend over and to grasp her ankles, as I wanted to see if she would have to remove her skirt, as it was short and tight. Emily hesitantly, turned perpendicular to me and planted her ankles about two feet apart and bent forward, grasping her trim ankles firmly. I watched amazed, as Emily's skirt tightened around her backside and rode up her back, the small slit at the bottom of the rear of her skirt opening as wide as it could. From my angle her hem line was in a taut straight line in front and I could see the tops of her pantyhose in the back where the color changed to a darker hue. Her waist was trim, the top of her skirt tightly encasing her silky white blouse. Her feminine hips swelled and her legs were graceful and tight. Her hair fell forward, most of it tumbling down the left side of her neck. I knew her skirt would rise over her hips, if I wished to spank her on her panties. "Young lady stand up and come over here," I was standing beside the straight backed chair. She approached me with her head lowered. I made her stand directly in front of me. "Now, stand at attention Young Lady, I want your hands at your side, your heels together and your eyes looking directly at me, just as Kate was standing a few minutes ago," Intimidated she did as she was told. Her face turned a bright red as she looked at both Kate and Linda, who were both watching intently. She tried to push her tight skirt back in place as it had ridden up from bending over. "Ms. Henderson, you will answer me with a Yes or No Sir. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir!" "First, I want you to reach under your skirt and pull your pantyhose down to your knees. "Absolutely NOT!"' She yelled at me. "There is no way you will treat me like this," She shouted. "Is that so?" Once again she found herself over my lap. This time I was determined to teach her a lesson in obedience as a warm-up to her real spanking. "This is just a warm-up for when I really spank you, when I give you an order I expect you to obey it immediately," I said. Whack! Whack! Whack! Emily cried out in shock and in discomfort. Whack! Splat! Spank! I noticed the material at the seat of her skirt bunched up for a second each time my hand landed on her backside, then jiggled as Emily's bottom absorbed the swat The material tightened again as her bottom returned to its normal, lovely, round shape. Her rear hem had ridden up a few inches by now and I could clearly see the base of a pair of small, lacy, silky, white panties, the middle scrunched deeply in the middle of her cheeks. I continued to whack her bottom over and over, as she struggled to get away. She twisted and bucked over my knee in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache and sting. I took hold of her right arm as she reached back to stop the spanking and pinned it to the back of her. I continued my spanking upon her skirt covered bottom. until she stopped squirming and resigned herself to her punishment. Ten more hard spanks and she was sobbing quietly, her head had dropped and was resting next to my leg, her legs had stopped kicking she knew I meant business and was willing to submit if I would stop spanking her. "Okay Young Lady on your feet," Emily got to her feet quickly glad to be off my lap. "Now Emily what did I ask you to do?" "Pull down my pantyhose Sir," She was showing her submissiveness. "Do you think you will do so now or do you want to spend another five minutes over my lap?" "No Sir I will do it." "Okay fine, stand at attention, reach under your skirt and pull your pantyhose down to your ankles and stay like that until I tell you to move," I ordered. She reached under her skirt and wiggling from foot to foot because her skirt was so tight. She started to lower her tights. They lowered past the hem of her skirt, down her knees to her ankles. Ms. Henderson stayed just as I had ordered, bent over her firm cheeks pushing against her skirt, her head touching her knees, her hose at her ankles. "Now, so that you learn that what I say goes, I want you to practice raising and lowering your pantyhose until I tell you to stop. Now begin," She took her tights and reversed the procedure, up her legs, over her knees, and pulling the pantyhose under her skirt once again having too wiggle to raise her hose over her hips. Her face was blushing a bright red. She started to hesitate, but quickly did as she was told, after a quick swat across her skirt. I made her do it five times. Each time she had to wiggle from foot to foot to complete the task and each time I caught a glance of her lacy panties. I finally ordered her to stop, as I was anxious to begin her real spanking. I ordered her to come and kneel in front of me for the next part of the session. She knelt in front of me as I sat on the straight backed chair, I reached down and placed my hand under her chin and made her look into my eyes. I wanted to make sure she understood every word I was going to say. "First, you will never again spank my daughter or any other student in front of the classroom again. If you do I will do the same thing to you. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir," She answered in a very low voice tears coming down her cheeks. "Second, before you spank my daughter, I want to know about it. If you don't notify me I will spank you again. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir." "Third Young Lady, I want you to stand up in front of me and raise your skirt above your waist. I want you to apologize to my daughter for spanking her," I said "You will also apologize to her on Monday in front of the entire classroom." Is that clear?" "Yes Sir." "Fourth, once you are finished apologizing to Kate, I want you to ask me for your spanking. I am going to paddle your behind with the ruler and by the time I am finished with you, you will not sit for a week. Is that clear?" "Yeees, Siirrr" By now her tears were streaming down her face from embarrassment and concern over the spanking she was about to endure. Her bottom was stinging from the two spanking she had just received and they were over her skirt. "Now stand up and raise your skirt over your hips and lets get started." She stood and started to raise her skirt, once again because of the tightness of the skirt she put on quite a show, as she had to wiggle this way and that way to get it over her hips. Her white lacy, silk bikini panties were now fully on display. They were extremely skimpy and barely covered her two cheeks, which were a light rose colored hue from the earlier spanking. All of her arrogance had left her. "Now proceed with your apology and make it sincere or else," I ordered. "Kate I am so sorry I spanked you in front of the students, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will never do it again." "Very good Ms. Henderson, now stand up straight, hands at your sides, heels together, we are going to have a question and answer session before I tan your bare backside." "Do you deserve a bare bottom spanking?" I questioned. "Yes Sir" "When was the last time you were spanked?" She hesitated then answered: "When I was 8 years old." "Who spanked you and why?" "My Daddy did for lying to him." "Did he spank you hard?" "Yes Sir" "Was it on your panties or on your bare bottom?" "Over my jeans Sir." "How old are you now Young Lady?" "35 Sir" "Do know what I am going to do to you Ms. Henderson?" "Yes Sir." "Come over here Missy and stand to my right side. I am now going to treat you has if you were a youngster about to be spanked by your Daddy only it won't be over your jeans but on your naughty bare bottom. Now lay yourself across my lap and stretch out as far as you can for your tanning," She slowly bent over my lap her hands were positioned in front of her and her long legs were stretched out straight to my right side. Her skimpy white lacy panties rode up between her cheeks, as she stretched over my lap. I took my thumbs and grasped the inside waistband and slowly and deliberately pulled them down over her full hips, making her rise as they passed over her bottom. Slowly they descended, inside out, down to her knee hollows. "Kate give me the ruler Ms. Henderson spanked you with and hand it to me. I am going to give her the same treatment she gave you and I guarantee she will be crying loud sobs once I am finished." I was determined to make sure that this spanking would have the proper effect on her attitude. I slowly and deliberately patted her bottom with the ruler, first one cheek than the other. She started to fidget nervously on my lap, as if she wanted me to get the punishment finished. I decided to oblige her and using my wrist snapped the ruler solidly across her right cheek. It left a red mark on her already blushing red fanny. Again I lifted my hand and SMACK on the identical spot as the first spank. Once again I spanked her on the same spot. Three terrific spanks on her right check. Emily started to kick her legs up and down and I could hear her trying to stifle a cry. I then repeated the performance on the left cheek and she started to cry. Her head was bobbing up and down and her legs were kicking in unison. "Stop jumping all over my lap or I will add to the spanking I am about to give you," I said This seemed to slow her down, but her bare cheeks continued to twitch. I then started to spank her in earnest up one side of her bottom and down the other. Once her backside was a vivid red I started on the top of her legs and continues right down to her knees. After her thighs and behind were a deep crimson, I started concentrating on the creases between her backside and legs. She laid still all of the fight out of her, accepting her punishment. Her attitude had changed I could feel her defeat. "Now, young lady, do you think you have learned your lesson," I punctuated my question with the flat of my hand on her already stinging backside. "Yes Sir" She wailed. "Will you ever spank another student without informing their parents," Once again I swatted her on her full round bottom. "No Sir" She sang out. "Pleaseeeee NOOO more it hurts. I will be sooo good," She started to cry. "Do you think you have more respect for me and the rest of the parents," This time I gave her three quick but forceful spanks on the middle of her buttocks. "Yes Sir," She squealed. "Okay get up, leave your panties and pantyhose down and go stand in the corner. I want to speak to your Principal," Up she stood, wiping her eyes and sniffling. She started to rub her bottom, but thought better of it, and did a funny little dance hopping from one foot to the next holding her dress up to her waist. You could see the ruler marks on her thighs and bare bottom as she shuffled slowly towards the corner. Her pantyhose and skimpy panties were at her knees. "Linda, come over here as the Principal are responsible for your teachers actions, I think maybe a few minutes over my knee will make you remember your responsibility." I said. I grasped her wrist and in one motion pulled her over my knees. Flipping up her skirt I was treated to her silky black panties framed by her garter belt and dark stockings. WHACK! WHACK! I spanked her before she had a chance to protest the indignity of her position Down came her underpants, where I could see the red palm prints. I began to spank her bare bottom over and over WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Don't ever let this happen again or I will tan your backside until you won't sit for a month." WHACK! WHACK! By this time Linda was sobbing and trying to catch her breath. I continued to spank her until she started to hiccup from her crying. I then tucked her skirt into her waistband, and ordered her to her feet. "Now stand here and listen to me I should use the ruler on you, but I am going to let it go this time, but don't ever let this happen again. I want Emily to write 500 times on the board" "I WILL NOT SPANK ANOTHER STUDENT WITHOUT THE PARENTS PERMISSION." "You will supervise her and let me know when she is finished I expect a call from you later tonight, do not let your skirt down or pull your under panties up until Emily is finished. I am going to take Kate home with me. NOW get over there and supervise." I ordered as I landed two swats on her bare bottom and headed for the door Katie in tow. Teacher's Discipline Ch. 02 (This is a fantasy written for fun. All characters are over 18. It contains spanking, humiliation, and domination so if you do not enjoy please skip the story. It is a contination of Chapter 1) "Come on Kathleen Ann Jackson," I ordered as we reached my car. "Sit on your panties and think about your behavior on the way home. I am not pleased with you," She quickly lifted her short school girl skirt revealing her white cotton panties, as she sat on the cold leather seat. She knew she was in trouble. She had been spanked by her teacher Ms. Henderson for cheating on a math test. Ms Henderson had called me out of an important business meeting to discuss the issue. I found out Katie had not cheated. She had passed a note prior to the test. I had spanked Emily, the teacher, and had given her a written assignment to be supervised by the Principal We reached home quickly, when we stopped I told Katie to go upstairs to her bedroom and wait for me in her 'shame' corner. She started to protest then thought better of it, as her backside was still sore from the ruler paddling that her teacher had administered. "Make sure your nose is against the wall and your skirt is tucked into the waistband showing your panties." I ordered. "Yes Daddy," She answered politely. She gave her Mother a hug as she entered the house and headed upstairs to her bedroom. I followed and hugged my 42 year old wife. "Hello Tom!" She greeted me. "Why is Kathleen headed upstairs and walking so stiffly?" "Hi Kitten," I greeted my wife of two years with a kiss. "I had to pick her up from school and leave an important meeting. She passed a note before the math test and got spanked. I am going to deal with her right after I check your bottom," I said. I spanked Karen last night for over spending her allowance. Karen is two years younger than me at age 42. She is wearing tight jeans and a causal shirt. She has an attractive face with brown eyes and a full mouth. Her arms are slender and her breasts are full and firm tipped with big pink areola and nipples, which I can see through her shirt because she is not wearing a bra. Her belly is slender with a slim waist flaring gently into curving hips and bottom from having two daughters. Her brunette hair is in a pony tail, so she looks much younger than 42. "Ok Missy you know what to do," Karen quickly moved to the center of the living room, as I removed my coat. She stood at attention with her arms at her side and heels together looking straight ahead. She was trained to do this with much repetition over the past two years. "Present!" I ordered. Karen's hands went to the snap on her tight jeans. I heard a "snap," as it opened. She lowered the jean zipper and began to lower her Levis. The jeans were tight, so she had to wiggle her hips back and forth as they came down past her hips to her knees and finally to her ankles exposing her panty. She resumed the attention position, when her jeans reached her ankles. She was wearing her punishment panty, which was a full cut cotton pink colored undie with the words "Daddy spanked me," on her backside. I could see the front of her panty was damp from excitement. Karen loves strict control. "Display!" I ordered after making her wait several minutes her face started to blush even though she has practiced this position many times. She proceeded to grasp the waistband of her panty lowering it inside out to her ankles in one fluid motion. Karen was now exposed front and back to my view. "When is the last time you shaved," I questioned. I required her to be bare and baby smooth front and back. "This morning during my shower Sir," She answered quickly. "I am going to check spread your legs as far apart as you can," She did so even though her ankles were trapped by her panty and jeans. I walked over to her and taking my right hand began to probe her inner lips. My palm slowly rubbed her pubic area searching for any fuzz. I took my middle finger and spent some time feeling her now hard clit. I touched in between her lips my finger soaked from her juicy fluids. I could hear Karen sighing and breathing hard. Taking my middle finger I ordered her to open her mouth and to stick her tongue out. She opened her mouth wide as I placed it on her tongue. "Now suck, as if it is my cock, and clean all of the juices," She began to greedily suck my finger of her own juices. She was slurping, drooling, and moaning loudly just as I taught her when she sucks my cock "Okay Missy enough," I said after a few minutes. "You are such a needy Little One. Turn around so I can check your backside," She slowly turned facing away from me. "I am going to place you in your harness and anal plug when we go to bed. You will wear it all day Saturday. I do not want you to have an orgasm without my permission," Karen's body shook as she heard my command. She was right on the edge. "Toes Young Lady" I ordered. She jackknifed in half touching her toes and resting her head at her knees. She is extremely flexible. "Spread your cheeks," I watched as she spread her cheeks with both hands giving me a view of her anus. I could see her anus was smooth and her bottom cheeks had a slight rose colored hue from her spanking last night." "Okay Young Lady you may get dressed and start dinner. I have to check on Kate. She was spanked at school and we have a few things to discuss," "Yes Master." She answered, as she knelt and kissed my shoes before leaving. Karen straightened up and started to get dressed, as I went upstairs. I entered my 18 year old step-daughter's room. I saw her in her shame corner with her panties showing facing the corner. She was wearing the traditional outfit of St. James Academy for Girls. She had on her blazer, starched white blouse, blue skirt that ended at the knees, white knee socks and loafers. It made her look much younger than 18, as she was a senior at the school. "Turn around Young Lady," She did as she was told standing at attention just as her Mother did downstairs. "Kathleen I am not pleased that I had to leave an important meeting early to go see your teacher. You know better than to pass a note to another student prior to a test. I know you would not cheat and what Ms. Henderson did was wrong, but she paid the price. You are going to be disciplined by being grounded for the weekend. You will wear your punishment pajamas, have supper, and be in bed by 7:30." 'Daddy I am supposed to go to a basketball game tonight!" She shouted and stomped her foot. "No Missy not tonight you are grounded," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "DAMN IT Daddy, you don't understand this is a big game." Once again she pounded her foot. I reached for her wrist and in one motion spanked her skirt covered bottom making her yelp. She knew she had stepped over the line. "Missy you will take a bath, change into your punishment pajamas bring down the hairbrush and come down stairs. You have exactly 30 minutes. Now get moving," I ended my instructions with a quick swat to her backside. As I waited for Kate to finish bathing, the phone rang, it was Linda Dawson. I had left her to supervise Emily Henderson. She was the Principal of the school. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. She said that Emily had not finished writing her lines on the backboard and left telling me she could still make the skiing trip. I tried to stop her but she walked out. "Okay I said, you may leave, I will deal with Ms. Henderson Monday morning in front of her class, and I want you there as well. Don't erase the blackboard." Just then Kate came downstairs in her footed PJ's with the drop seat. She had taken a bath, shampooed and combed her hair and braided it into two pigtails. She was carrying the hairbrush, just as I had asked. She looked 10 years younger ready for the rest of her discipline session. "Please Daddy don't soap my mouth I will be soooo good." She pleaded. Kate knew the punishment for bad language and shouting at me. I did not acknowledge her but reached for her hand and turned her around, the drop seat pajamas were form fitting. I could see her rounded buttocks struggling against the flannel fabric. I unbuttoned the two buttons on the back flap, which showed her naked buns. "Okay you naughty little girl it is time for your mouth soaping," I grasped her earlobe with my hand and started towards the kitchen. Kate had no choice but to follow, her head hunched over and her bare bottom completely on display. I led Kate over to the kitchen sink and released my hold on her earlobe. Kate had no time to recover, as I took the bar of soap from the sink. Her Mother was in the kitchen watching having been in Kate's position a few times. Kate took a step back. "Don't you DARE MOVE Young Lady," I ordered. Kathleen stood frozen, while I held the soap under the water and worked up a good lather. When I was satisfied, I pulled Kate towards me and leaned her over the sink. The lathered-up bar was in my other hand, poised for action. "Open your mouth Missy." When she refused I pinched her nose with my free hand, which caused her to open her mouth. When Kate opened her mouth to breath I slid the bar of Ivory in between the teenager's lips. "Young Lady, you will not use that language again," I lectured, twisting and turning the bar of soap as I spoke. A soapy foam dribbled down Kate's chin and PJ's. The taste was horrible! She gargled and almost gagged as the acrid-tasting soap coated her tongue and permeated every pore in her mouth. Still, I toyed with the Ivory, moving it back and forth and in and out. "Are you learning anything Missy?" Kate nodded her head as much to say yes... I withdrew the soap after a few minutes and allowed her to spit out the remains into the sink. It would do no good; the soapy taste would remain in her mouth for hours. "All right Young Lady!" I stated emphatically, "Its time for the second part of your lesson! You have been a very naughty girl, treating her as if she were a youngster. I assure you that you are going to receive a very sound spanking in a few minutes! Missy march yourself into the living room, find the nearest corner, put your nose flat against the wall and place your hands on top of your head." The still-coughing Kate turned and walked quickly to the nearest corner. The mouth-soaping had taken all resistance out of Kate, as she walked past her Mother. She looked like she was foaming at the mouth, and the front of her PJ's were wet. She couldn't even speak the taste of soap was still overpowering. She began crying and that made it worse. I let Kathleen stand in the corner for about 30 minutes, hands on her head, nose flat against the wall, and her bottom flap down her backside on display. She was the picture of a very sorry 18 year-old, who has met her match. I walked over to her gripped her by her earlobe and whispered in her ear. "Daddy is going to give you a reminder spanking that will sting on top of your already red bottom. I took a straight backed chair from the kitchen and placed it in the center of the room I grasped Kate's arm and walked to the chair. She was already sobbing promising to behave. I sat down and in one motion gently flipped Kate over my lap her head to one side and long legs to the other. Her buttock cheeks were already exposed as her drop seat flap was lowered. I rubbed her spank spot gently slightly tapping it. Her cheeks tensed up in anticipation of the first spank. I could see small goose bumps on the summit of her buttocks. I waited and waited building up the fear; I could hear Kate start to sob. Her mother was wide eyed on the couch also waiting for the first spank. I counted to 10 and then just as Kate relaxed landed the first spank across both cheeks. I raised my right palm and again spanked her on the same spot. She howled in pain, as her bottom was already sore from the ruler spanking she had received earlier. I spanked the right bun then the left SPANK! SPANK! "You are a naughty little girl," I said as I continued to spank. I continued to spank Kate on her bare buns. She was now crying her eyes out, promising to behave. After a few minutes of tanning her bottom I stopped not wanting to hurt her but to remind her to behave. "Okay, now get up off my lap," Kate slowly got to her feet a very contrite, humbled, sore, young lady. "Its supper time girls," Speaking to my wife and daughter. "Kate after supper you will wash the dishes and put them away then its up to your room." "Karen the same for you I am sure you know why." She knew she was going to be placed in her harness. Teacher's Discipline Ch. 03 (This story is a fantasy written for fun. All character are 18 or older. Please skip this story if you do not enjoy spanking and humiliation) * On Monday Kate and I went to St. James Academy for Girls before class. I had a mission and that was to discipline Emily Henderson, Kate's 35 year old teacher. Kate was dressed in her schoolgirl outfit, blazer, starched white blouse, a tie, and a blue skirt that ended at the knees with blue knee socks and loafers. Being 18 and a senior she hated this outfit, it made her look like a grade school student all of the girls were dressed alike, the color ties distinguished the grade they represented. We headed for the Principal's office, where I listened to Linda Dawson's explanation about Friday night. I was determined to teach Ms. Henderson a lesson in obedience. I sent Kate to her classroom and told Linda I would teach the class once I had dealt with Emily Henderson. I also said I was not pleased with the way things were handled by her Friday, and there would be consequences. I saw Linda rub her backside as I left her office with her. I walked with Linda to Kate's classroom. It was a Mathematics class, for seniors with 15 girls in the class all aged 18 or older. I sat at Ms. Henderson's desk, while Linda announced to the class that I would be substituting which all of the girls had guessed because of the spanking Kate had received on Friday and the writing on the blackboard. Just then Emily Henderson rounded the corner and came into her classroom. She saw me and her jaw dropped, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her lower lip started to quiver, as she looked from Linda, to the girls, to me. She saw the straight-backed chair in front of her desk and looked at the blackboard where her punishment lines were printed. "I WILL NOT SPANK ANOTHER STUDENT WITHOUT THE PARENTS PERMISSION." She always dressed very sophisticated, partly because she was a teacher, and partly because she wanted to hold it over her students who all had to dress in a schoolgirl uniform. Today she had her hair placed in a bun on top of her head, three inch black high heels, tan stockings, a pleated wool skirt that ended at her knees, and a long sleeve tailored cotton blouse. She looked dignified and grown up. "Come here Young Lady." I crooked my finger at her pointing to the front of the desk. She slowly walked to the front, head and eyes downcast. "Now girls", addressing the class, "You are going to see what happens to a teacher who abuses her authority, and who walked out of this classroom after I have assigned her a punishment lesson. She was supposed to write the sentence you see on the blackboard 500 times. She did it about 300 times. After I spank her bare bottom, and you will witness it, she will start from the beginning and stay here until it is completed. But first, she is going to apologize to Kate for spanking her on Friday." "Ms. Henderson are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?" She turned her head around to face me an in a very low whisper said "Pantyhose." "Louder Ms. Henderson," I ordered. "Address me properly." "I am wearing pantyhose Sir." She said loudly her eyes downcast. "Much better Emily," I said with a smile. "I am sure you know what to do next, lower the pantyhose down to your ankles," I could see all of the girls starting to smirk. They had no sympathy for her. Emily slowly reached under her loose skirt, not wanting to show anymore than necessary, she grasped the waistband of her pantyhose doing a slight wiggle started to lower the hose down and over her hips. She stood up with the pantyhose bunched at her knees and tried to let them fall naturally to the ground; however, they were tangled, so she had to bend over at the waist to pull them down to her ankles. As her backside was facing me, her skirt rode up her hips and I could see her tight, bikini cut, black silky undies, as well, as the cheeks of her rounded buttocks peeking out at me. She did it quickly, but not quick enough. "Now young lady apologize to Kate and make it sincere." Emily Henderson, Kate's 35 year old teacher, stood with her head and eyes downcast, her pantyhose at her ankles and said: "Kate I am sincerely sorry I spanked you on Friday, I was wrong please forgive me," Her face was red with embarrassment as she stuttered her speech. Kate didn't know what to do as her once headstrong teacher apologized in front of the class. "Now Emily," Addressing the 35 year old as if she were a child, "Do you know what happens to naughty little girls that are disobedient?" She started to say something but the words got stuck in her throat as she whispered "They get spanked." "Louder Miss Henderson, address me properly, face the class and lift your skirt over your hips," I ordered. Emily turned and faced the class lifting her skirt slowly and deliberately above her hips. She was humbled, embarrassed and shamed as she stood showing her tight bikini panties. They are very silky and almost transparent. You can her skin peeking through them except for the black gusset covering her pubic area. 'Sir they get a spanking," Emily said loudly and quickly. "Okay Missy lets get down to business," With that announcement I stood up, came around the desk, grasped her firmly by her ear and turned her so her backside was facing the class to the right of the spanking chair. She started to sob from humiliation and anticipation. "Bend over my lap Emily," I told her in no uncertain terms. She knew the position, and was soon bent over up on her tiptoes, holding on to the legs of the chair. I spoke to her as I rolled up my right sleeve "I am going to tan your bare backside so you won't sit for a week, disobedience is not acceptable and you will now pay the penalty." Her bottom was facing students, whom she had previously spanked in the same manner. She was painfully conscious of her position, so to complete her embarrassment and to make absolutely sure she knew she was really going to get spanked. I reached round and gently tugged her panties inside out to her knees. Her bottom was high in the air completely exposed from her protruding clit to her rounded perky bottom cheeks. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself now?" I scolded. "An intelligent, accomplished, professional woman being treated, as if you were a naughty little girl. Just look at you, bare bottom across my lap, about to get a tanning. Imagine what your friends would think if they could see you now? Your skirt pulled up around your waist and you're under panties around your knees," I could hear the girls snickering. I began the hand spanking with medium intensity and quite slowly. With each smack of my hand on her bottom, she exhaled a little "Oooo" and moved slightly. Slowly I increased the strength and speed of my hand slaps. I also began to concentrate on certain areas with two or three repeated strokes to the same spot. She involuntarily tightened the muscles in her legs. I gave her two more smart strokes to the middle of her cheeks, making her squeal and dance on my lap. After five more she began to sob quietly. I now retrieved the ruler, the same one I used on her Friday afternoon, and turned back to Emily's trembling backside. I raised my arm and whacked her across the very center of her bare fanny. "Yeouch!" She screeched bucking wildly. Crack! A second swat quickly landed on the other side and elicited another howl. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! The crisp smacks rained down on her bouncing cheeks. She kicked and struggled but still the swats unerringly found her rounded buns. For several minutes the room was silent except for the crack of ruler against bare buttocks and the cries of Emily Henderson I applied an extra hard swat right across the crease at the base of her bottom and paused. "I hope I'm making my point here Young Lady?" I said. "Yes Sir," she wailed. "Oh, please my bottom's on fire. Please don't Paddle me any more." Her bottom was now marked with red ruler stripes from the top of her buttocks down to her thighs. It almost glowed from the heat as I ran my hand over it." Do you think you have learned a lesson Young Lady?" "Yes I do sir," She quickly replied. "Okay let's finish up." I applied ten or so good, solid swats, alternating cheeks, gradually increasing the force, and taking the time necessary to assure that they landed at the base of her bottom crease. Emily was now crying loudly, her legs had stopped kicking and she reached the point where she accepted the punishment. I let her lay across my lap until she somewhat calmed down. I took out my handkerchief and had her blow her nose, as if she were a child. I then helped her off my lap, her hair had dropped out of her bun, her makeup was disheveled from the crying, her skirt was raised, panties at her knees and pantyhose at her ankles. I ordered her to the corner and told Linda, the Principal, to pin her skirt up. Utterly humiliated, she shuffled across the room, hobbled by her panties, which slipped down to her ankles. She had to take short little steps necessary to keep from tripping over her panties. When she reached the corner she placed her nose firmly against the wall while Linda pinned her skirt to her blouse. "Now Young Lady I will give you 10 minutes to compose yourself and then you can write your lines, you will start all over. I want all 500 lines done before you go home. You will be standing as you are as each class comes in, so instead of a private punishment the entire school is going to know." I stood up and went back to the desk and sat down. "Okay girls I don't want any of you to show disrespect to Ms. Henderson now or for the rest of the year, she has been punished and that is the end of it. If you give her any trouble I personally will tan your backsides. Ms. Dawson has called each of your parents and they have signed a permission form indicating you may be spanked." I said "Now for the remainder of the class I want you to read the next 2 chapters in your books. Do NOT give me any trouble or you will be over my knee." I said firmly. For the first 15 minutes, the girls kept their heads down and studied from their textbooks. I then heard one of the girls cough. A typical trick used on all substitute teachers. Ten seconds later another cough, but much louder from across the room. I counted to 10 and the same thing happened, I could see the pattern developing. The 5th girl coughed first, then the 3rd girl on the next cough and so on. I decided to let it go around the room until it reached the girl who started it, an 18 year old senior named Susan Andrews, she would then get a lesson in how to behave in class. I quietly stood up and began to walk towards Susan's desk; she was concentrating on counting and did not see me coming. Susan had long brown hair, was about 5:4, she was captain of the cheerleaders and on the swimming team. She wore her skirt rolled up at the waist, in the style of most of the girls, which meant that her skirt was about 6 inches above her knees. Her legs were long and lightly muscled from all of the swimming and cheerleading practice. She was best friends with my step-daughter Kate and I knew she was still spanked at home by her mother, although none of the other students knew. She raised her head and made this loud coughing noise, just as she saw me directly in front of her. Her face turned bright red; she couldn't believe she had gotten caught. I lifted her up from her desk and before she had a chance to gather her wits, I put my foot on her desk chair and in one motion placed all 5:4 of her over my knee. Her head was on one side of my leg and her legs were on the other side. She was off the ground, completely helpless, her perky rounded 18 year old bottom in perfect position to be spanked. All of the girls gasped they were stunned to see one of the school leaders in such a position. I flipped her shortened skirt on top of her back, to reveal regulation white cotton full cut panties. I lowered them to mid-thigh only to see a very red bare backside. "Looks like you got spanked recently Susan." I said. 'Yes Sir," She replied. "When and why?" I asked. She was humbled and shamed to have to answer these questions in front of her classmates in such an embarrassing position "This morning before breakfast, Mom spanked me for missing curfew last night." "What did she spank you with?" I was now dragging out her answers. "My spanking hairbrush Sir." "Well you are in for another tanning for disobeying my orders to study the next two chapters. I am going to spank you with my hand until you are crying, and then you will receive 3 with the cane. I will call your mother and let her know what happened." With these words, Susan started to sob silently to herself. She looked the picture of dejection, still hanging over my knee with a spanking and a caning in her future. All of the girls in the class now knew she was still spanked at 18, by lunch the whole school would know. I started to spank her firm cheeks beginning at the top of her red, splotched marked fanny. One cheek, then the other, down the right side, up the left, on her thighs. Susan was now kicking and swinging back and forth, the stinging was intense. She started to breakdown, promising to behave as I continued to tan her buttocks. After some 3 minutes of swatting her behind, I stopped. Susan was now crying her eyes out. She had stopped kicking and was lying jackknifed over my knee. I stood her up and grasped her by her ear marched her up to the front of the classroom. "Okay, young lady, you hold up your skirt, I am now going to give you 3 with the cane, as an example to rest of the girls not to disobey me," I looked around the room no one made a sound. The only noise you heard was Emily Henderson writing her lines on the board, her skirt pinned with her crimson heinie on display. I walked over to the wall where the spanking cane was hanging, it about 30 inches long, thin and whippy with the traditional crook at one end. Walking back to where Susan stood, I ordered her to bend, with her backside facing the class, and to put her hands flat on the straight-backed chair. Her skirt had fallen when she bent over, so I flipped it up and gave her bottom a little slap. Susan gasped and started to cry again in anticipation of what was to come. I stepped back to her left side and brought the cane up to touch her bottom, right at the crease of her bottom cheeks "Up on your toes Missy," I ordered still tapping her backside. She raised herself up, her leg muscles from her calf to her top of her thighs slightly rippled. "More stick your bottom out more," I am going to cane right under your backside. I swished the cane through the air a few times. The first stroke landed. It took a few seconds for the sting to reach her brain. Her breath was taken away and then a moment later a loud cry. I could see the parallel stripe across her rear sit upon. She had come down off her toes. I told her to rise up again and again touched her where the next stroke would land. I brought the cane down again, just above and parallel to other stroke. She was now dancing from foot to foot and her white cotton school girl undies had slipped down to her ankles. She was sobbing promising to be "sooooo gooood." "Okay, now Susan, place your elbows on the chair and put your head on the chair in between your elbows. I want your backside as high up as possible. Up on your toes and stick your backside out as far as possible," Knowing not to disobey me, she did as told, presenting a very humbling posture for a 18 year old in front of her friends. I took the cane and swung it quickly SWISSSHHH SPLAT! Swatting her across both full rounded cheeks. She howled and started to straighten, only to be stopped by my arm. Remaining in position, she was quite a spectacle hopping from leg to leg from the stinging pain, head down backside raised high. After a few minutes of watching her hop, I told her to stand, to tuck her skirt into her waistband, to bring her panties back to her knees and march herself to the nearest corner until she composed herself. "Any of you other girls want to disobey me? No eyes even looked up from their books. "Kate, after Susan composes herself I want you to escort her downstairs to the courtyard, so she can clean those erasers. I want her skirt raised and her bare bottom on display for the rest of the girls to see." "Yes Daddy." She said glad it was not her bottom on display. "Linda come here," calling the 41 year old Principal to the front of the room, what I want you to do is to go back to your office. You and I are going to discuss, your lack of authority and why Ms. Henderson disobeyed you last Friday. Apparently this school needs a disciplinarian, maybe we can work something out. Now move it." I gave her two quick spanks across her skirt covered backside, as she turned towards the classroom door. Teacher's Discipline Ch. 04 (This is a fantasy written for fun. All characters are age 18 and over. If you do not enjoy spanking, humiliation and some fetish please do not read, as you will not enjoy the story. Thank you.) The school bell rang ending the Mathematics class I was mentoring. The girls waited until I dismissed them, and began to file out of the room. The second group of students filed into the classroom observing Susan Andrews in the corner and Emily Henderson printing lines on the blackboard both had their underpants at their ankles. I had spanked both Emily Henderson and Susan Andrews for misbehavior this morning. "Susan pull up your under panties, but leave your skirt tucked into your waist band and come stand in front of me hands behind your back," I ordered in front of the new students. She bent over to retrieve her white cotton undies and pulled them over her hips. I watched as she stood directly in front of me her face a bright red from embarrassment. "Have you learned your lesson Missy? You will not misbehave in class again. Is that clear?" I asked. "Yes Sir I will behave," She answered eyes downcast not wanting to face me or the junior girls in the classroom. Susan was a senior and 18 years old. "This is a note from me to your Mother about your actions today. Make sure she signs it bring it back to Ms. Dawson tomorrow. I will be checking Young Lady," She burst into tears knowing she will get a paddling, when she shows her Mother the note. "In addition, you will be displaying your knickers the entire school day with this sign on your front and back." I placed the sign, which said "I WAS SPANKED BY MR. JACKSON," over her head so it hung on her shoulders like a billboard. I turned her towards the door and gave her two hard swats to her panted bottom. "Hurry or you will late for your next class Missy. You are dismissed." Ms. Henderson was facing the black board her bare bottom exposed printing her lines. She is being punished for not completing her punishment lines on Friday. "Young Lady pull up your panties and come here," I ordered. She bent showing her rosy cheeks to the audience and pulled up the black silky see through grown up underwear. Her skirt was tucked into her waistband with her pantyhose tangled at her ankles. Her hair had been in a bun but had unraveled and her makeup was smeared from crying. Emily slowly waddled over to me taking tiny steps because of the pantyhose. She stood in front of me eyes lowered and hands behind her back her haughty attitude gone for good. I noticed her black silky panty gusset was damp and I could smell her sexual scent as she stood close to me. I leaned in close to her ear so no one could hear and whispered. "Your panty is damp and you are aroused Missy. You are enjoying my control over you," Her face turned scarlet at being caught and nodded saying quietly, "Yes Sir." Loudly for the class to hear I said: "For the remainder of the week you will wear white cotton regulation school girl panties under your clothes. You will report to Ms. Dawson before school for a panty inspection. Is that clear Young Lady?" "Yes Sir," Head lowered and hands behind her back a completely submissive and mortified Ms. Henderson agreed. The girls in the class looked on in wonderment remembering what an arrogant teacher Ms. Henderson usually portrayed "Ms Henderson face the class and apologize for interrupting then back to the blackboard to complete your lines undies lowered," I ordered and gave her a hard swat to get her started. Emily turned to the class of juniors and said in a shaky stammering voice: "Please forgive me for interrupting your class I am being punished by Mr. Jackson for spanking his daughter Katie in public and not finishing my lines. I am a naughty girl and deserve this discipline," She looked back at me and I nodded. Emily then lowered her black silky grown up undies and taking mincing steps went back to the blackboard. The class was taught by Olivia Maxwell, a no nonsense teacher, who did not like Emily Henderson. She was more than happy to monitor Emily. She smiled from ear to ear at Emily's predicament. The girls began to laugh at Ms. Henderson until Olivia reached for her cane. I left the class room knowing Emily was in good hands. I headed for the office of Linda Dawson, the 41 year old Principal of St. James Academy for Girls. My daughter attends this school, because it is known for its excellent scholastics and discipline. The school has about 125 girls attending spread evenly from freshmen to senior. The girls do not live at the school, but are local to the area. The use of corporal punishment is allowed, but must be agreed upon by each parent. The Principal is Linda Dawson, aged 41; she has a PhD in Education. She is well qualified, but sometimes lacks the firmness needed to run an all girls school. I have dated her a few years ago and noticed a distinct submissiveness in her personality. In fact, I have spanked her on more than one occasion, when we dated. I am upset with Linda Dawson, so I decided to discuss her lack of authority in dealing with Ms Henderson on Friday with her. She allowed Emily to walk out prior to finishing the lines I had assigned. Linda was a witness to my disciplining Emily in the classroom earlier in the morning. After I finished with Emily, I ordered Linda to wait in her office for me. As I approached the office, Linda's administrative assistant was at her desk. Her name is Emma Carson also waiting for Ms. Dawson was Kerry Johnson. "Why are you not in class Kerry?" She is a senior, 18 years old, a friend of my daughter Katie. "I have a note from Mrs. Carlin to report to Ms. Dawson." She stated. "Let me see it Young Lady." I held out my hand. "So you were caught talking in class instead of doing your work," I said. "Yes Sir." "Are you dressed properly Missy?" I questioned throwing her off guard. She knew about Katie's spanking and Ms. Henderson's discipline session on Friday. "Stand up and lift your skirt," She started to protest then thought better of it and lifted her skirt over her hips. She was wearing regulation white cotton panties, which was good but her skirt was rolled up at the waist. Her legs were bare for about 6 inches above her knees. "Roll that skirt down or I will get the strap for your bare thighs." She quickly compiled and went to sit. "Sit on your panties Missy wait here until you are called into Ms. Dawson's office." I ordered. "Yes Sir," She said as she lifted the back of her skirt in order to sit on her underwear. "Emma I want no interruptions while I discuss a few things with Linda. Is that clear Young Lady?" "Yes Sir," I heard her answer. I entered Linda's office and closed the door. The office was large and nicely furnished. It had a large desk with a window behind it. This is where Linda sat waiting for me. The office was situated in the corner of the building on the first floor. There was another window overlooking the outside front door. She could see everyone coming or going. On the side wall beside her diploma were corporal punishment implements including a few hairbrushes, a whippy cane and a couple of straps. They were for use on any student that reported to Ms. Dawson. In one corner was an 18 x 18 inch raised tile used when naughty little girls needed corner time. Next to the tile was a closet labeled "PC," for Punishment Closet. It contained punishment outfits, a padded sawhorse and several other discipline items. "Stand up Young Lady and walk to the middle of the room," I watched as she rose from her seat and moved slowly to the middle of the office. She was wearing a blue long sleeved blouse with a navy blue skirt. She had on 3 inch high heels and tan stockings. She wore her blond hair long. She had perky breasts with a curvy rounded bottom. She was 5:6 with her heels and about 120 pounds. Standing in the middle of the office she placed her hands behind her back and lowered her eyes waiting my next order. Linda was still submissive. "Sir may I say something. I can do better please let me try." I walked slowly over to the desk and leaned against it causally. I folded my hands across my chest and looked at her. Linda was very nervous and fidgety; she seemed like a little girl waiting for Daddy to make up his mind not a 41 year old Principal. "Missy we have talked about this many times and you have made me the same promise. Right now the teachers, specifically Emily Henderson, do what they want as do the students. I am paying too much money to let this continue, so I am going to teach you a lesson," I lectured her. "It is not necessary to spank a student to get the desired results. This goes for your teachers as well. Do you think Ms Henderson will spank another student without their parent's approval? She is mortified to be printing lines on the blackboard with her panties lowered," I continued. "No Sir," She answered. "Let me give you an example of how to punish a student without a spanking," I went to the intercom and asked Emma to send in Kerry. Kerry entered the Principal's office uncertain about what would happen. My reputation was now well known around the school after I spanked Emily and Susan. She rubbed her backside in anticipation of a good old fashion tanning. "Mr. Jackson, Sir, I will behave and not talk in class ever again. Please don't spank me because my Daddy will spank me again when I get home," She pleaded. "I have no intention of paddling your backside Missy," I said as I walked to the PC. Reaching into the punishment closet I found what I was looking for and returned to the front of the room. "Stand in front of me Young Lady and open your mouth," Somewhat relieved Kerry stood in front of me an opened her mouth. "You will keep this in your mouth for the remainder of the day and return it before you go home. Ms Dawson will give you a note for you to give to your parents," I said as she stood with her mouth opened. I could see tears forming as she knew she would be paddled when she arrived home. I took the items that I had in my hand and showed them to Kerry. She gasped as I placed the pacifier in her mouth. I looped the pink ribbon around her neck so it would not fall. The other item was a baby bib to catch any drool she dribbled from the pacifier. It was labeled: "I talked in class." Kerry started to cry she was so embarrassed. All of the students would see her sucking on her pacifier and would read her baby bib. "You see Linda this will guarantee Kerry will never talk in class again," I said. "Okay Missy back to your class." I said as I swatted her twice on her backside. She left the room sobbing and sucking on her pacifier. I would be checking on her later. "Now for you Missy I am not pleased with you. Clearly you are not doing your job and it reflects in your student's behavior. I am going to demonstrate to you that even a 41 year old can be disciplined. Is that clear Young Lady?" I scolded. I went to the intercom and said to Emma: "Please come in here Emma," A few seconds later she entered the office and saw her boss standing at attention in the center of the office. "Emma how old are you?" "I am 28 Sir." "How long have you worked for Miss Dawson?" "Three years Sir." She answered. "Have you noticed a certain lack of authority with Linda?" I asked. Emma was hesitant to answer as it was her boss until I said: "Answer me Young Lady or I will put you over my knee." "Yes Sir I have," Emma quickly answered. "Ok very good just stand there please I have a task for you to do concerning Miss Dawson." Directing my attention to Linda I said: "Young lady lift your skirt above your hips right now," Linda could not believe what she was hearing that I would ask her to show her panties in her office in front of her administrative assistant. I guessed this would be the case so I stepped over to her and in one motion swatted her Navy blue skirted bottom twice. Each swat landed on the center of her rounded perky cheeks. I could hear the loud spank as the swats landed and her cry of "ouccch." "Now do as I ordered Missy or I will tan your buns and it won't be fun," I said. Linda took the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it exposing her long lean legs. Higher the skirt traveled until it reached her hips. On display was her tan pantyhose and blue satin hi-cut bikini. Her face blushed as she stood in front of me and Emma. Again I walked over to the PC and found all of the items I needed. It took a few moments as there was more than one item. I approached Emma and handed them to her. "Take Linda into the bathroom, which was in her office, and change her into these items." I ordered. Linda gasped when she saw them and started to resist. Once again I had to persuade her to move with three well placed slaps on her upper back thighs. I could see the red palm marks through her pantyhose as she turned towards the bathroom. Emma followed directly behind her. It took about 10 minutes for Linda to return from the restroom after getting dressed with the help of Emma. Her crimson face indicated she was mortified to be dressed in her punishment outfit. She was dressed as a school girl, but in a considerably shorter skirt than allowed in school. It barely covered her ruffled panties. The skirt was blue and her panties were a blue with white ruffles in the back. The panties were what a toddler would wear. Her socks were also blue and extended to her knees. She had on Mary Jane shoes to cover her feet and a white starched blouse with a vest, but no bra. Emma had also braided her blond hair into two pigtails. Linda began to protest as she stepped in front of me that she was too old for this type of dress. "I am 41 and the Principal of this school I cannot be seen in this outfit. This is outrageous. Look at these ruffled panties they can be seen by everyone if I move the wrong way," She was furious and embarrassed. "Careful Missy you are lucky I did not diaper you instead of the frilly panties. I am teaching you a lesson in how to treat a girl that does not behave in school. Emma get the straight backed chair and sit down. Its time for Miss Dawson's spanking," I ordered. Emma could not believe she was going to spank her boss, but she gathered the straight backed chair and placed it in the center of the room. "Linda go stand in front of Emma and ask her to paddle your bare cheeks." I ordered. "You will call her Miss Emma while she is dealing with your naughty bottom," I told her. Linda her face now scarlet stood in front of her 28 year old assistant and said: "Miss Emma please paddle my bare cheeks." I watched as Emma lifted Linda's short skirt and told her to hold it up above her waist. This exposed her ruffled panties front and back. Linda looked like a child not a 41 year old professional. Emma reached up from her spot on the straight backed chair and grasped Linda's ruffled undies and turned them inside out as she slowly lowered them to Linda's knees. Linda's pubic area was shaved smooth enforcing the idea of her looking like a youngster. "Still shaved I see," I said to Linda forcing her to blush. "Emma use this hairbrush on her tushy and make sure you spank her hard or I will use the brush on your backside." I said. "Yes Sir." She said. "Over my lap Young Lady," I heard her say and watched as the 41 year old Principal placed her head on one side and her long legs on the other side of her lap. She was a sight to see with her short skirt flipped up on her back, her ruffled frilly panties at her knees and the hairbrush resting on her back as Emma adjusted Linda. "Are you ready Missy?" "Yes Miss Emma" She said as her cheeks clenched tight. Emma took the hairbrush off of Linda's back and stated to use it starting at the top of her buttocks and working down. Each blow caused to Linda to kick and sob, as her cheeks turned from pure white to a rosy hue. Linda was pleading for her to stop, but Emma kept paddling waiting for me to give her permission to stop. After some 25 strokes I nodded my head and Emma stopped the spanking. "Get up and give me your panties then into the corner. Young Lady step onto the tile and don't move. If I see you rubbing you will be back over Emma's lap," I said. I heard her say: "Yes Sir." Linda handed me her ruffled panties and walked to the tile. She stepped up and balanced herself on the 18 x 18 tile facing the wall. I took her panties and stretched them over her head. I could feel the wetness from her juices. She had her frillies covering her eyes and nose. She could smell her own juices. "Okay Emma stand up and lower your slacks I am going to make sure you do not tell anyone about you spanking your boss." I say. "Sir no need to spank me I won't," She answered. "I did not ask your permission. Missy lower your slacks quickly or I will strap you," I ordered. She stood reluctantly unsnapped her white pants. They fitted her snuggly around her hips. The zipper came down and she lowered her white pants by squirming back and forth until they were at her knees. She was wearing a pair of white cotton hi cut panties, which revealed her fanny cheeks. "Okay Young lady over my lap," I ordered. She did so with no argument. Her head to one side her toes on the other. I noticed a slight redness on her lower cheeks. "Have you been spanked recently Emma?" I asked. "Yes Sir Friday by my Daddy for missing curfew," She said. "A 28 year old still gets her bottom tanned Missy?" I asked. "Yes Sir my Daddy says as long as I live at home I will obey his rules or I will be disciplined by him." She said. "Excellent I believe in the same philosophy." "Let's get this over with Emma," I say. I start the methodical spanking not paddling too hard, but enough to get a reaction. "You will not tell anyone Linda got spanked nor will you hold it over her. I am sure now that she knows you get disciplined you may receive some yourself from her." I continue to use the hairbrush making sure I do not miss a spot. I hear her starting to sob and then she begins to hiccup trying to catch her breath. I finish with 4 swats across her upper thighs. "Okay it is over corner time to calm down and then we will talk." After 10 minutes, I called both girls out of their respective corners and addressed each of them: "Emma you may pull your panties up and your slacks. You will no longer wear slacks to work from now on you will wear a dress or a skirt. If I catch you wearing slacks I will tan your backside. Understood?" "Yes Sir" Emma said as she got dressed rubbing her behind. "Linda you will wear your punishment outfit for the remainder of the day, as a reminder that you are a naughty girl. I expect much better from a Principal of an all girl's school. I will see you tonight at my house after dinner dressed as you are to discuss the disciplinarian job. Is that clear?" I said. "Yes Sir' "Okay see you later."