There! She'd done it again! He couldn't for the life of him understand why she thought she'd get away with it, all lesson she had been whispering and giggling with her friends, and all lesson he had been aware of it happening. Well enough was enough!
Turning to face her, he looked her in the eye and said, as menacingly as he could "I think you'd better stay behind after class young lady. We need to talk about your recent attitude."
Stunned to have been caught, all she could do was blush; lower her eyes and mumble "yes sir."
His was the last class before the weekend, and he had to admit he got a kind of perverse enjoyment from watching her seated at her desk looking miserable whilst all of her classmates ran for the door, happy to be free for two days. Once the final pupil had filed from the room he stood up, walked over to the door, closed it and then turned to her.
"Come up here."
She stood and walked slowly towards him, giving him plenty of time to admire her in the new uniform that the school had just implemented - short sleeved white blouse, pleated tartan skirt in shades of grey, knee length black socks and black shoes. Like so many of her friends she flaunted the rules and wore her skirt several inches above her knees, giving him the occasional maddening glimpse of her firm thighs under her desk. She also had on shoes with stiletto heels, which were most definitely not accepted school attire.
She reached his desk and stopped, head still slumping down towards her chest. No doubt she thought she had something far more important to do than detention, but as far as he was concerned he deserved respect, and she had humiliated him in front of his pupils one too many times, now it was time for him to punish her.
"Don't you think you owe me an apology?" he asked, still keeping his voice as stern as possible. Inside though he was trembling, it had been far too long since the opportunity to "punish" an errant pupil had arisen, and he could feel his excitement growing.
"Yes sir," she whispered. "I'm sorry sir."
"I can't hear you," he said, "raise your voice, and do me the courtesy of looking at me while you're speaking to me."
Lifting her gaze from the floor she focused on his face. God her eyes were so huge, glistening with unshed tears. Maybe she genuinely was sorry, or maybe she had heard of his reputation and understood that her punishment was to be extreme. Either way, he liked the way she looked at the moment, repentant and slightly afraid.
"I'm sorry sir," she said again, in a louder voice.
"Well I appreciate that, but I'm afraid that this has gone beyond sorry," he said, hoping that his voice was projecting the regret that he was trying to portray. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for this, it's the only way you'll learn. I want you to go to the blackboard and write 'I will not speak behind the teacher's back' 100 times."
She looked at him in disbelief. Lines? He was giving her lines? Some of her friends had told her stories about him, and while she was sure they were exaggerating she certainly wasn't expecting to be given lines as her punishment. Confused, she picked up the chalk that was lying on his desk and turned to the blackboard, ready to start writing.
"Hang on," he snapped, "did I say that I was finished?"
"No sir, I'm sorry sir."
"You've made a fool of me in front of the whole class. I know that you whisper about me behind my back. You've humiliated me, and now it's time for me to humiliate you. Take off your panties."
A stunned silence followed this command. Her gaze, which had drifted back to the floor, suddenly snapped back to his face. A frown creased her forehead and he could see her trying to work out whether he had really said what she thought he had.
"I'm sorry sir; did you just say something about my panties?"
"Yes, I did. I said take them off."
"But sir, why would you want...I mean...I know that I was talking but...you can't ask me to...its wrong."
"I'll say what's wrong and what isn't wrong young lady. 100 lines will take you no time at all, you'll hardly even think of it as punishment. I want to ensure that you remember this lesson for a long time to come."
Still she hesitated. He could see from her face that she was trying to decide whether this was genuine, or whether it was some kind of set up. She met his eyes again, and he could see that she had seen the truth in them. Hanging her head, cheeks flushed with shame, she reached under her skirt with one hand, carefully keeping it held down with the other hand, and pulled down her plain white panties. Stepping out of them she bunched them up in one hand and then stood, looking at him expectantly.
"You can give those to me," he said, "now go on, go and write your lines."
Handing him the panties she picked up the chalk, stepped up to the board, held the chalk out at shoulder height and prepared to start writing.
"Hang on," he said, "I want you to start writing higher up the board. Up on tiptoes; don't want you to be too comfortable. "
Obeying, she rose onto tiptoes, and starting to write the first line.
Depositing the panties on his desk he leaned back in his chair and admired the view. Starting at the ridiculously high shoes, his gaze travelled up her legs, observing the calf muscles bulging under her childish socks as they took the strain of her position. Rising higher, his eyes took in the delightful sight that was being presented to him - having chosen to wear her skirt so short; she was now paying the price. With delight, he realized that the tiptoe position, combined with her stretching her arm as high as she could, had pulled her skirt up on the right hand side, and he could just see the curve of her right buttock peeping from below her skirt. Looking at that pale arc he felt himself starting to stiffen, reaching one hand down into his lap he squeezed his crotch, squirming slightly at the pleasant pressure against his semi erect cock.
At the board, his bad girl continued to write her lines, the text slightly straggly because of the tricky position that she was trying to hold. Suddenly, looking wasn't enough; he had to touch that sweetly exposed buttock. Swiftly rising to his feet he stepped up behind her, noticing how she tensed when she realized how close he was. Reaching out, he slipped his left hand around her hip to hold her steady, as his right hand moved under the folds of her skirt to grasp her ass.
Taken off balance she stepped backwards, causing his right thumb to slip into her ass crack. God it was so warm in there...the things he was going to do to this girl!
Abruptly she turned to face him, dislodging his hand from under her skirt as she did so.
"Sir," she gasped, "what are you doing?"
