Anne was running late. She rushed down the empty hallway to her first class, chemistry with Mr. Molger. Stopping at the door, she took a deep breath and hoped to slip to her lab table without him noticing. Instead she walked into a silent classroom. All the test taking students looked up at her. Damn, how could she have forgotten it was test day too?
"Miss Turner, this is your 4th tardy, go to the principal's office."
"But I..."
"Go." He didn't even look up from his book.
Dejected, Anne turned on her heel and left the classroom. She had never been sent to the principal's office in her whole life. As a new transfer to the all girls school midway through her senior year, it had not been easy. Especially adjusting to the uniforms. She tugged at her blouse, it had shrunk in the wash and was tight across her breasts. It had also taken her weeks to get used to wearing a skirt with thigh high socks. She felt like had accidentally flashed half the school her panties before learning to sit with her legs closed.
Entering the principal's office, she slumped into a waiting chair. To the secretary, she said, "Mr. Molger sent me here because of my 4th tardy."
Miss Aimes nodded and picked up the phone. "Sir? Anne Turner is here to be punished."
Anne swallowed hard. Punished? She thought she'd get a stern lecture or detention. What was going on?
Miss Aimes listened to Principal Jeffer's response. "Yes Sir." She hung up the phone. "You may go in now, Anne."
Anne nodded, hoping that her nervousness wasn't showing. She stood and walked into the next room.
"Shut the door behind you, Miss Turner."
She did and turned back to Principal Jeffers. He was seated in a large leather chair behind a massive wooden desk. She vaguely remember meeting him before when her step-father enrolled her here a few months ago. She did remember how large his hand was when he shook hers that day. The rest of his size matched, he was tall, broad shouldered and looked like he had played football back in his high school days.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was my 4th tardy. My car wouldn't start and..."
"Shush." He held his hand up and her mouth snapped close. "We are very strict at this school and don't allow this type of thing to continue. I'm surprised you weren't sent here for a uniform violation."
Anne glanced down at herself. One side of her blouse was untucked and the buttons strained across her chest. Her skirt was a little short, she hadn't been able to find any the right length that had small enough waists. But she didn't think Principal Jeffers would want to hear any of her excuses.
"So first the punishment for that. Take off your blouse and bra."
"What?" she sputtered. She was not undressing in front of him.
"They aren't according to uniform standards so you may not wear them. Take them off or I'll call Miss Aimes in here to do it for you."
Her cheeks flushed red. She didn't want to be undressed like a child. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor. Reaching around her back, she undid the clasp to her bra but held it to her chest for a moment.
"Take it off," he instructed.
With a flash of anger, she let it drop and stood bare chested in front of him. The cool air hit her nipples, tightening them into little pink buds.
"Good. Now for the second part of your punishment. Come here."
Oh no, she thought in her head. She didn't want to go anywhere near him.
"Come here," he repeated more sternly.
Swallowing hard she left the middle of the room and stood next to him at his desk. "Over the years, we've perfected our punishments to keep the school running in an orderly fashion. Your punishment today is a spanking."
Anne couldn't believe her ears. "You're going to spank me?"
"Yes. We've learned that bare bottom by hand has the best results. Take off your panties and set them on my desk."
She was shaking. She couldn't believe this was happening. Numb, she slipped off her panties and set them on his desk.
"Another violation. All the girls are suppose to wear white cotton bikinis."
