Wanted to try my hand at the ever popular headmaster trope; any feedback regarding whether I should expand the story is most welcome.
All characters are over eighteen, and are entirely fictional, which should be obvious to any but the most jaded of readers.
Chapter 1
"As you can see, the position is quite effective for preventing unnecessary movement, and has numerous other benefits," commented headmaster Percival Earl Randolph Veddon to his rapt guest, fellow headmaster Charles Addington-Dervonshire. Veddon's reputation in the field of discipline was as well known among his peers as it was among his students, and Dervonshire hoped to learn a few new things during his weeklong visit to the St. Cornelius School for Wayward Girls.
The two stood in Veddon's impressively appointed office, looking down at the most recent though clearly reluctant benefactor of his infamous techniques, an occasional visitor to his office known among the teachers and students of St. Cornelius simply as 'Sweetie,' due to her mild temperament, easy-going personality and, as the headmaster had learned with great satisfaction, remarkably compliant demeanor.
The suited disciplinarians chatted casually regarding the awkwardly positioned occupant of the sturdy French style ottoman before them. Its ornate, gold-leaf legs disappeared into the plush, dark red carpet of the Veddon's office, its weight securing it against all but the most rigorous movements.
Upon the tufted, black velvet cushion stretched the slim, bottomless frame of their charge; several bright, pink stripes evident across the otherwise pale, white skin of her plump, exposed rear. Veddon had begun with her kneeling; hands on the floor, creating a lovely view of her naked sex between her spread legs and positioning her rear at just the right height, but the continual dancing about to avoid the cane had demanded an adjustment. Now, she was straddling the low piece of furniture, legs wide and sex still delightfully exposed, but this position demanded that she balance on her forearms, which severely limited her motion.
Veddon was holding a thin, flexible cane, clearly the source of the rosy stripes, but which he was currently using as a pointing device as he commented to his colleague on various aspects of poor Sweetie's situation. She had been mid-way through her punishment when Dervonshire had arrived, extending what was supposed to be a short twenty-minute punishment into a lengthy and particularly embarrassing training event for the visiting administrator.
"Note that by having the student straddle the appliance not only is their squirming prevented, but the position limits their natural tendency to close their legs protectively against the strikes."
His words accompanied a brief demonstration and the cane whooshed sharply against Sweetie's naked bottom, sending it wobbling pleasantly as a new stripe joined the display. Sweetie gasped, but didn't yell out, having learned that the blows severity increased whenever she breached this unspoken rule.
"Of course, we do not encourage an excessive use of force, relying instead on humiliation as the primary deterrent. A light reddening of the bottom, as you see here, is the proper gauge of force." Veddon tapped the rosy flesh, indicating the pinkish stripes.
"And...," Sweetie inhaled sharply as the tip of the cane lightly probed the fleshy lips of her labia, "no doubt our young charge is keenly aware that her naked, exposed sex is on full display to me."
"Isn't that right, Sweetie?" he asked almost rhetorically, but she stammered out a stuttering,
"Y-Yes,S-sir," making him smile slightly.
"Both the removal of the girls' uniform- fully, or partially, depending on the offense,"
Veddon continued, tapping the open inner thighs of the unfortunate girl.
"and the embarrassing exposure of their vulva to the male view," Veddon used the cane to once again prod the furry lips of Sweeties gaping sex, making them slick open stickily, "is the far more effective disincentive."
"The girl is also reminded that her tight, rear entrance is on full display as well." Sweetie yelped as the cane intruded between her buttocks, pressing against but not actually entering her puckered hole.
"Does that embarrass you, Sweetie?" he asked, "to have your little anus displayed so clearly to Headmaster Dervonshire and I? I wonder how you would feel to have my cane probe you, just...," he pushed the tip carefully against her puckered hole, drawing a rasping shudder, "here." Sweetie was thankful her face was hidden as she blushed hotly in response, choosing not to offer a verbal response this time.
Veddon, removed the cane and continued. "Of course, this position prevents easy removal or lowering of the panty, so that should always be done beforehand." Veddon tapped lightly on Sweetie's naked bottom, setting it to jiggle slightly.
"With her upper body pitched forward, thusly," Veddon ran the cane from her rear to her lowered head, dragging it along the length of her back, the loose ends of her top catching the cane momentarily on its descent, "the student must balance their weight upon the forearms- here." Tap. Tap. Tap.
"This restricts their view, allowing them to focus on the nature of their transgressions." The surprised yelp that Sweetie emitted as he struck her naked rear once again was accompanied with more exposition, "And," he continued, "prevents tensing in anticipation of additional blows." Sweetie yelped as the next blow confirmed his words.
"Finally, as the weight is carried quite comfortably in this position, it is useful for more lengthy punishments. Indeed, I find it instructive to simply have the student remain in position even after the punishment has concluded, allowing them time to reflect on their behavior all the while being made painfully aware of their exposure."
Devonshire nodded thoughtfully as Veddon spoke, his attention returning often to Sweetie's openly displayed sex as the cane reversed course and concluded with another series of taps on the girls' upraised nates.
"For those with such ample bosom like young Sweetie here, the removal of the blouse can provide additional embarrassment; again, a most effective disincentive to further misbehavior."
"Indeed," said Dervonshire, delighted, and Veddon, seeing his colleagues interest added, "Allow me to demonstrate."
Sweetie, would you stand, please?"
Sweetie was mortified at the exchange, knowing they intended to strip her completely; though it seemed oddly preferable to them poking randomly at her privates, and she'd been in this awkward kneeling position for some time now, her own experience suggesting it was far less comfortable than Veddon suggested. She tumbled awkwardly off the ottoman and stood shakily, smoothing the tails of her blouse down to maximize what little cover they offered of her naked bottom half.
