It was all Michelle could do not to laugh out loud as she made her way to the Headmistress's office. She had worked it all out. Her behaviour for the year hadn't been the best and she'd already had several detentions. According to the school rules she would now be suspended for a couple of days.
Michelle's parents had appointments for the next couple of days so they wouldn't be around to supervise. It was going to be a case of hullo, concert. She had her ticket already, and it had cost her plenty. All she'd needed was a reason not to be at school and a suspension fit the bill neatly.
Pausing outside the office Michelle managed to put on a contrite look and knocked.
On entering, Michelle found the Headmistress regarding her with the sort of look usually reserved for checking your shoe when you step in something soft and squishy. She didn't beat about the bush making her displeasure known.
"You never seem to learn, do you, Michelle?" she snapped.
"I'm sorry Mrs Frobint," said Michelle, apology oozing from every pore. "I just get carried away at times. I don't mean to cause trouble."
"Matter of opinion," retorted the Headmistress. "You seem to go out of your way to get into trouble at times. One would think you'd have learnt that there are consequences.
You do realise that you're not eligible to just get a standard detention, don't you?"
"Yes, Mrs Frobint," sighed Michelle, while mentally punching the air and shouting YES.
"Normally in a situation like this we would just hand out a suspension of a day or two," continued Mrs Frobint, "but in this case we've encountered a problem."
"No, no, no, no, no," screamed Michelle internally. "No problems, please. I've worked this out thoroughly."
"Ah, problems, Mrs Frobint?"
"It seems that your parents won't be able to supervise you at home for the next couple of days. I suggested that just staying home by yourself should suffice but they disagreed. I then suggested that we suspend you for the first two days of next week."
Michelle felt sick. "Not next week. Tomorrow, I need tomorrow," she screamed to herself. It couldn't go wrong now. It just couldn't.
"Your parents were not too enthralled with that idea, either, so we had a further discussion about alternative punishments."
Michelle suddenly deeply distrusted the malicious little smile on Mrs Frobint's face.
"It was your mother who recalled that we still theoretically do corporal punishment here. Both you and your parents agreed to it when you signed off on the school rules. You do remember reading the school rules and the guidelines regarding punishment, didn't you?"
Michelle nodded dumbly. Of course she did. She'd studied them carefully. That's why she knew she'd be getting a suspension this time. Her stomach churned as she recalled the paragraph on alternate punishments.
"So with your parent's permission we have agreed that you should get a good spanking, to be administered by myself. By a stroke of good fortune I still have the old paddle we used to use."
A shocked Michelle could only stare in horror as Mrs Frobint reached down and picking up the paddle from where it had been resting, laid it on the desk.
"B-but you can't spank me," protested Michelle. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult. You'll need my permission."
"We have your permission," pointed out the Headmistress. "Your signing off on the school rules grants us that permission."
Now Michelle really felt sick. She was recalling that little clause that once a punishment had been decided upon and announced the student couldn't revoke permission.
Mrs Frobint was nodding agreeably.
"I see that you do remember the rules and punishments. It's nice to see that our students study them before signing. So many people just sign off on things and express surprise at what they've agreed to."
"When does the spanking take place?" asked Michelle in a very small voice.
"I see no reason why it shouldn't take place right now," she was told. "Deferring it to after school will just leave you fretting about it all day long and spoil your concentration in class. Bend over the desk."
