It was one week after the first detention Bree had with the headmaster. It was the class leading up to lunchtime and she was finding it very hard to concentrate, feeling extremely nervous. She wondered what he was going to do to her, whether he would go easy on her or if he would spank her again. She was worried that he might punish her more severely if he had heard about what she'd done after school on the day of that detention. She knew the next day the footy guys had been sniggering about something whenever they looked at her, but hoped the rumour had gone no further.
As class ended she felt her heart rate speeding up, barely noticing her friends making smart comments about her having to do detention again. She left quickly, not wanting to aggravate the headmaster by arriving late.
As soon as she walked in, she could see by his cold appraisal of her that he had found about what she had done after the last detention. "Close the door," he snapped as she faltered under his glare. She jumped and did as he asked, dropping her bag and standing stiffly in front of the desk, breathing fast. "Well, Bree, I see you did not learn your lesson from last week. I thought a bare spanking would make enough of an impression on you, but obviously not."
"I'm really sorry, sir, I didn't mean to, I mean-"
"Enough! You have acted like a little slut again and it is obvious that you need a punishment more severe than last week's. Take off all your clothes."
"Wh- what-"
"Do you want to be expelled, especially so close to graduating?"
"I-" Bree stammered.
"Then strip yourself NOW!"
Feeling as though she had no choice, Bree slowly began to unbutton her school shirt as the headmaster watched. She began to turn away, not wanting him to watch, but he snapped, "Stay where you are. You were quite happy for all of your boyfriend's mates to see your tits!" Bree flushed and kept going, slowly sliding the shirt off her shoulders and dropping it onto the floor by her bag. She felt slightly embarrassed by the headmaster seeing her plain white bra, but desperately wished this was as far as the exposure would go as she slid her tartan school skirt off her hips. There she paused, standing in her white cotton underwear and bra, looking pleadingly at her headmaster. "Keep going, I didn't say you could stop!" he ordered. She looked away and, wanting to get it over with, quickly unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor, then slid her underwear off. "Keep your arms at your sides," the headmaster snapped as her hands moved self consciously to cover her breasts and pussy. She stood stiffly in front of him, feeling her nipples hardening slightly in the cool air conditioned room as the headmaster deliberately looked her up and down.
"Well," he said, "I hope being completely naked in front of me will make a more lasting impression on you for this punishment. Now bend over the desk with your feet apart like last week."
Bree obeyed, feeling extremely exposed being completely naked. Her breasts pressed against the cold hard wood of the table and she felt the air conditioned air cool between her legs as the headmaster got up and moved around behind her. He simply ogled her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her completely naked and bent over with her arse pointing up and her pussy visible between her legs.
Suddenly he spanked her arse, making her jump as he watched her arse cheeks wobble from the hit. "Now Bree, I want you to tell me why I'm spanking you naked like this. Tell me exactly what happened last week after the detention, and make sure you tell the truth as you don't know how much I know." He spanked her again, fingers curling into her arse cheek for a moment as she began to talk.
"Well, er, after school I went and found my boyfriend and, um, told him I wanted-"
smack
"I wanted to have sex."
Smack
. "Feeling horny were you?"
"Um, yes."
Smack
