Morgana stood outside the Headmaster's office, nervously holding the note in her hand. She didn't know the contents of the note, only that it was about her and that she was in some sort of trouble.
At 18 years old she already had a woman's figure and somehow looked out of place wearing the compulsory school uniform. She was short with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her full firm breasts left the buttons of her white shirt straining. She was wearing last year's navy skirt, which was now far short, but her mother said it wasn't worth getting another for only two more terms. Unfortunately for Morgana this meant that every time she forgot and bent over, whoever was behind her got a full view of her regulation navy blue knickers. She was wearing long white socks and black 'sensible' shoes that she hated, but her mother made her wear.
The waiting seemed like an eternity; why didn't he just call her in and get it over with – she knew it couldn't be that bad, as she didn't even know what she'd done. Her class teacher had just said to her that she was going to be a very sorry young lady and to take the note to the Headmaster.
Now, Miss Robinson was an old battle-axe and a spinster and she had never liked Morgana. She took a dislike to her from the moment, Morgana had got the highest score in an all school sponsored spelling test, staff and students both took part. She had got more than Miss Robinson – an unforgivable offence. When she sent her with the note she seemed to wearing a very smug expression on her face.
"COME IN!" Bellowed Sir's voice from inside his room and Morgana timidly entered the room and sat down.
"I didn't tell you to sit down Morgana, on your feet and stand in front of my desk."
She jumped up and said sorry. She allowed herself a quick glance round the room, as she had never been in the Headmaster's study before. The desk was very large and made of thick wood, but what caught Morgana's eye was the umbrella stand in the corner. Only it didn't have umbrellas inside, but a collection of half a dozen canes and a cat-o-nine-tails. He caught her eye and gave a half smile,
"Let's hope they won't be needed for you Morgana."
She stared back at him horrified at the mere thought of it.
"Give me the envelope" he said grimacing. Whilst he opened it and read the contents, she took the opportunity to look at him – she had never been to his study before or seen him this close up. He was a sturdy built man with dark hair and a formidable manner. She also noticed what large strong hands he had.
Suddenly he looked up and met her eyes. She flinched when she saw how angry he looked. "How do you explain this?!" he roared and threw the note at her. "I want you to read it out aloud to me Morgana." She picked it up and read out in a quivering voice read what was written on the note.
"I think that St. Hilda's school for girls is the worst school in the country. The teachers are not fit to teach anyone, especially my sour-faced teacher Miss Robinson. Headmaster Dave thinks he's in charge but the teachers run rings around him. He has got no control and everyone laughs behind his back. I think he should have stopped at his old school."
It was signed...Morgana
"But Sir" Morgana spluttered. "Don't but Sir me!" he shouted, his face nearly purple with rage. "Is this your signature or not?"
"Well it looks like mine but," he stopped her sentence short. 'Yes indeed it does Morgana. I am very disappointed in you and you will be severely punished for this outrage'.
Morgana was dumbstruck. She knew that she hadn't written the letter, but it definitely looked like her signature. She knew no one would believe her and her eyes filled up with tears.
"Too late for tears young lady" said the Headmaster and ordered her round to stand in front of him. It took all of her courage to look him in the eye.
"Now I know that you are a senior girl and probably think you are too old for this, but I want you to bend over the desk and lift up your skirt."
She started to protest, but one look at his face sent a chill through her and she decided it was useless to even try.
The desk was empty and she leant over it, looking fearfully at the canes. He saw her looking and explained as it was the first time she had been sent to him, he would be lenient and only use his hand. Morgana knew it would hurt less, but to her it would be so much more humiliating.
He rested his hand on her tight fitting knickers and she could feel her vulnerable buttocks tense against his touch.
"Six smacks for you Morgana and I hope it teaches you something."
"Yes Sir" she replied meekly.
He raised back his hand and her cheeks tensed in anticipation of what was to come.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Morgana screamed out in pain – there was nothing soft about this Headmaster she thought. She stood up in protest and he came closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Get your yourself back over that desk my girl, or it will be twelve on your bare bottom."
She gasped and bent over quickly, lifting up her skirt without being asked. She gripped onto the top of the desk, her nubile body stretched before the Headmaster. Her humiliation was acute and her bottom burning.
"Up on your tip toes Morgana" he said, "so your bottom is nicely lifted up for me."
She quickly did as she was told and with out any further warning, down rained another three smacks.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Morgana bit down on her lip, but could not prevent her tears from rolling down her face. She just lay prostrate over the desk for him, not daring to move. She awaited his next order in complete submission and humiliation. She imagined his eyes glaring down at her panties and she cried all the more. Her cheeks felt on fire, what firm hands he had. She thanked God that he hadn't caned her.
"Now my girl I want you to stand up and you may rub your poor little bottom if you must. It gives me no pleasure to have to discipline someone who really should know better. Have you anything to say for yourself?"
"Please Sir it really wasn't me. I didn't write it, honestly I didn't."
His eyes glowered darkly at her and she saw the anger mounting inside him. She all of a sudden felt very afraid of him. She hung her head and said nothing more.
He said very slowly and menacingly to her, "There is nothing in this world I hate more than liars Morgana. Have you not done enough damage by writing such an impertinent note in the first place, without compounding it with a lie?!"
She took a step back from him, pleading to him with her eyes. She quickly looked down again; she saw no mercy there.
"I have given you the chance to sorry and punished you Morgana, but it seems to me that you have not learnt your lesson at all. Due to the seriousness of this matter and your lack of regret, I am afraid that I have no option but to teach you a painful lesson you won't forget. It is full assembly in 15 minutes and I intend to make an example out of you. Report to the main hall with the rest of your class."
Morgana dejectedly walked back to her classroom rubbing her smarting buttocks underneath her knickers. She went in the classroom, her eyes still red from her tears of pain and humiliation.
She noted a thin smile over Miss Robinson's face. The bell went and all proceeded to the assembly hall, Morgana not being able to imagine what could be worse than what she had already gone through. As soon as they were all in the Headmaster beckoned her to the stage at the front of the hall where he stood.
Morgana stood, head bowed. The Headmaster proceeded to tell the whole school that a lesson needed to learned today and that a naughty pupil was going to serve as a lesson to them all. Morgana looked up at him and even though she was frightened, she admired him and his principles. How she could have ended up in this situation she really couldn't fathom.
"Come here Morgana and turn your back to everyone." On the stage was only a tall podium and he had Morgana bend over and grip it with her hands. She was blushing with embarrassment, but worse was to come. He called Miss Robinson up and instructed her to pull Morgana's panties down to her knees. Morgana was horrified by this. The Headmaster then told her to get on tiptoes and stick her bottom out further. There were giggles from the 'audience' and they could see that her bottom was already red from her earlier punishment.
Out of the corner of her eye Morgana saw the Headmaster wielding a cane. She paled at the sight of it. She was instructed to open her legs a little wider and to her shame she knew that her pussy lips and bottom were exposed for all to see.
She started to whimper before the Headmaster had even spanked her. He took no notice whatsoever of her large pleading eyes.
"Six for you my girl and you will count out every one out aloud."
Thwack!
Morgana screamed out the pain was terrible. 'If you shout out you will get the cane again and again until you stop. The first one doesn't count. Do you understand me?!"
"Yes Sir" she mumbled.
Thwack! 1
Thwack! 2
Thwack! 3
Thwack! 4
Morgana thought she would surely die before this was finished. The pain was incredible, her bottom on fire and her shame overwhelming. But she dare not make a sound and bit on her arm to stop herself shouting.
Thwack! 5
Thwack! 6
"Now pull up your panties and stand there and let everyone note how naughty behaviour will be dealt with in this school." Not a sound came from the assembled pupils, all terrified of receiving some of the same treatment.
Everyone went back to the classrooms, but Miss Robinson waited back for Morgana in the corridor. She said to her, "Well little Miss Clever Clogs that will teach you to show me up in a sponsored spelling test."
Morgana gasped in horror, "You mean you wrote the letter?"
"Yes it was quite simple and of course I have many examples of your handwriting for the signature." She laughed out aloud at Morgana's shocked expression.
Then from out of nowhere a hand appeared on Miss Robinson's shoulder. She turned around slowly and paled when she realised who it was. Headmaster Dave!
"Yes my dear Miss Robinson, I have overheard every single word."
