The hare led Kim away from the tea party. Kim was told to take off her fetish 'Alice' dress and change into some new clothes. The hare, or the Duchess, as she saw her, helped Kim tie her hair into plaits and get dressed. This time Kim had to put on baggy navy knickers, a grey skirt, a white cotton blouse and a purple and black striped tie with grey socks and clunky black shoes. The hare handed her a navy blue blazer with a badge on its pocket emblazoned with an 'N' in black and purple and interwoven with a design of creeping ivy. Finally she perched a boater with a purple and black strip band onto the top of her head.
Strangely enough, Kim felt very smart. The cotton blouse was clean and freshly ironed and felt nice against her bare bra-less breasts. She had never had a uniform when she was at school though she had dressed up as a school girl in the parlour when clients made the occasional request for her to do so; wearing such a uniform made her feel oddly sexy. She wondered what new adventure Nemesisland would throw up for her.
The hare pointed to a door, "The headmistress is waiting for you. You really don't want to be late."
Kim stepped up to the door. There was a brass plaque on it that read 'Headmistress's Study' and Kim suddenly felt very naughty. She knocked timidly on the door.
"Enter," came a firm voice from inside.
Kim obediently opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind her. She felt like a naughty school girl and instinctively took up a submissive position, just like she used to when she was told off in school, putting her hands behind her back and lowering her head.
She could see enough to take in her surroundings. Before her was the imposing figure of the headmistress. It was the Red Queen again, or the Hatter, or the mysterious Mistress Nemesis or whatever she cared to call herself. The same piercing blue eyes and daunting presence confronted her. She wore black rimmed glasses which, if anything, made her even more forbidding as she peered over them at Kim. She was dressed smartly in a pressed black skirt, crisp white blouse with an academic gown over it and a mortar board perched on her head. Her dark hair was tied up into a bun making her look severe and very much like a school ma'am.
"Come forward girl," she commanded brusquely, "I have received complaints about your behaviour from the Hatter. From what's been related to me I find your character and attitude most reprehensible Miss Kim. I very disappointed with you. You know how poor behaviour has to be punished."
She stood in front of her desk tapping the floor with the toe of her smart leather shoes, her hands in front of her with her fingers pressed together in an admonishing stance.
"I'm very sorry ma'am," said Kim, wondering how best to respond and deciding to defend herself, "I'm sure I didn't mean to upset her, but I don't see how it's my fault."
"Really Miss Kim, you are incorrigible. I don't know how you have the nerve to say that to my face. You must know that the 'Nemesis Academy for Submissive Girls' expects the highest standards, the very highest standards. Yet I've heard reports that you turned up to the Hatter's tea party without your school uniform, indeed without any clothes on at all, that you insulted the Hatter, upset the dormouse with talk of cats and totally disgraced yourself with your antics involving cup cakes. You know that when the Academy let's one of its pupils out for a special treat their behaviour reflects on the whole school and the highest standards of discipline and decorum are expected from our girls. What have you got to say for yourself now girl?"
Kim recognised from the headmistress's demeanour and the lecture she had just delivered that she was in big trouble, but really it was most unfair. The whole tea party had been quite silly and she'd only done what she'd been told to do.
"I assure you ma'am I didn't mean to spoil the Hatter's tea party and I'm sure I didn't intend to upset her or the dormouse. But it's really not fair. It wasn't my fault I'd lost my clothes and, besides, the Hatter told me to sit on the cup cakes!"
"Don't be so insolent girl. You'll pay for answering me back. Even if the Hatter did tell you to do that you weren't meant to get so much pleasure out of it, which you did, didn't you? Don't deny it girl."
"Yes, that's true, sorry ma'am," Kim hung her head in shame; she couldn't deny she enjoyed doing that.
"And haven't you been taught to behave with discretion at all times. And then I'm told that you got a simple question wrong. What have you to say to that?"
"But ma'am, that really isn't fair. I got that question right. Three plus two is five, not seven."
Kim was prepared to concede her behaviour might not have been perfect, that turning up to a tea party naked was not very polite, but she did know she got the simple sum right. The headmistress's eyes flashed with anger.
"Are you answering me back girl? Remember this is an academy for submissive girls. You idiotic girl, has none of your tuition sunk in? Have you been paying any attention in your lessons or have you been dreaming all day. Probably thinking about getting sexual pleasure I expect. You can't fool me girl. I know what goes through young girls minds in the classroom. You must learn to direct those thoughts into submissive behaviour Miss Kim. Have you learnt nothing about Nemesisland yet that you don't know that when a mistress says three plus two is seven, it is seven."
"But..." Kim stuttered.
"No 'buts' Miss Kim, that's fact. I'm most disappointed in your behaviour Miss Kim. You have the potential to be an outstanding pupil but you have let yourself down. You had a special invitation to the Hatter's tea party and you have disgraced the Academy and yourself with your disgusting, insolent and ignorant behaviour. Have you anything to say for yourself?
"No, I'm sorry ma'am," Kim said, but she was still glowering with resentment, especially about the sum, which she knew she'd got right.
"Don't look at me with that glum expression girl. You don't look as though you're sorry and that really won't do, you're only building up a more severe punishment for yourself girl. You know the 'Nemesisland Academy for Submissive Girls' will never accept defiant and insolent behaviour. It has to be punished out of girls."
"Yes, ma'am," admitted Kim, but reluctantly.
"Well there's nothing for it, I'll have to administer some severe corporal punishment on you girl for such unacceptable behaviour."
"But...," muttered Kim.
The headmistress fixed her steely gaze on Kim, "still protesting girl? Haven't you been listening to anything I've said? Your behaviour is a disgrace and I'll take great delight in administering it personally. Now, take off your school blazer and boater and hang them up," ordered the headmistress pointing to the coat hooks on the wall.
Kim trailed obediently to the back of the study. She cast a glance at the blackboard and noticed the lines of neat writing saying, 'I'm a very naughty girl and I deserve to be punished'. Oh dear, thought Kim, how very weird, what have I landed myself into now. She removed her blazer and boater as she had been told but this only made her conscious of her pert nipples pressing against the tight cotton shirt.
Whilst Kim had been doing that the headmistress had retrieved a chair from behind her desk and sat on it waiting for her. Kim stood in front of her assuming a submissive position again with her hands behind her back.
"Pull your knickers down girl," she ordered.
Kim lifted her skirt up and shuffled the navy blue knickers down her thighs until they hung forlornly around her shoes. Kim felt really humiliated now, stood in front of the headmistress, her knickers around her ankles and her cunt and arse bare against the scratchy grey material of the skirt.
"Now bend over my lap girl."
Kim knew she had no choice but comply with the headmistress's command. When she was at school she had always been a bit of a madam answering back the teachers but suddenly she felt powerless to do anything but submit to the headmistress's order even though she knew what was going to happen. She could invoke her right to leave at any time but strangely, she did not want to do that either and even more strangely, she also had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wanted to be punished and deserved to be punished.
She bent over the headmistress's lap. She was on tip-toe and then let her arms drop the other side of the chair so they touched the floor letting her plaits dangle freely in the air. It felt oddly warm and comforting. The smell of lavender mingled with chalk dust, the rough material of the academic gown and the proximity of the headmistress's warm crotch pressing against her body as she nestled into a comfortable position made Kim feel quite turned on. Shit, what's happening to me, she thought. Her cunt was really getting quite wet
"This is the first part of your punishment Miss Kim. I'll warn you that this is only a little warm up."
The headmistress pulled back Kim's skirt to expose her voluptuous back-side. She ran her hand gently across the soft flesh before planting a firm stroke on each cheek of her arse with the bare palm of her hand. Kim expelled a short gasp. It was a stingy tingly kind of feeling, painful but not excruciatingly so. There was also another aspect to the sensation that was really quite sensual.
The headmistress administered more strokes with her bare hand, ten on each buttock cheek before pulling her hand away and rubbing Kim's arse, now shiny and glowing with the attention it had received. That's not so bad, thought Kim. In fact it almost felt quite warm and comforting. She closed her eyes and nestled down into the headmistress's lap.
The next strokes were hard. Kim could hear the loud slap as the hard bony surface of the headmistress's hand struck soft flesh. She could feel the spongy skin of her arse wobbling between each stroke and a warm, painful glow spread over her. Once again the hand rubbed gently across her back-side, which was now red and hot.
"The final ones now Miss Kim. Another ten on each bum cheek."
The next ones were harder still as the headmistress put even more effort into the strength of each stroke. It was painful and stung like hell but by now Kim had drifted into a state where she had accepted each slap, even welcomed it. The last two or three were really powerful ones and Kim let out little whimpers of pain.
"Get up girl," ordered the headmistress.
Kim slowly and a little dreamily lifted herself up from the headmistress's lap and stood in front of her. Her face was red and flustered and her plaits dishevelled. Her back-side had a stingy hot red glow. Kim felt very humiliated stood there with her knickers still around her ankles and her hands behind her back and her breasts sticking out.
"Look at you girl. You look a disgrace. You look quite the slut. Do you think you're going to turn on the boys of the joint sixth looking like that? You're nearly bursting out of that shirt Miss Kim, it's far too tight."
"Sorry ma'am"
It was true. Kim could feel her swollen breasts stretching the buttons of the shirt and her engorged nipples pulling at the white cotton material.
