This is another very old story, maybe early 2000s. Please check out my newer stories written as Robert_Anthony.
All characters are over 18.
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Verity was shaking. She hadn't really wanted to get involved in the 'prank' the other girls had planned, but they had embarrassed her into going along with it. And, of course, she was the one who had been caught, while they all got away. So here she was, outside the head's office, awaiting her fate...
It was getting late and the halls were empty, save for Mr Harwell the caretaker and his stupid floor polishing machine. She looked up at the clock, it was past 4:30 - she was going to be late for her paper round... more trouble!
She took a sharp intake of breath as the head's door opened.
"Verity Marshall?"
The girl nodded.
"Right, in you come."
Verity slunk across the hallway and into the head's office. It was warm in there, it struck her right away.
She stood in front of the desk, while the headmaster sat down behind it.
"Well, I haven't seen you before, is there a good reason why I'm seeing you now?"
Verity looked at the floor.
"Are you going to tell me their names?"
Verity shook her head.
"Speak up girl."
"No Miss."
"No, I didn't think so..."
Miss Page exhaled deeply.
"Still, you'll just have to take the punishment for everyone, won't you?"
She looked into Verity's eyes and registered the obvious fear there.
"I suppose you're right... snitches don't get an easy time of it do they. Easier to take some short term pain, should make you more popular with your so called 'friends' at least. Although I don't understand how a smart girl like you got involved in the first place."
"I don't know Miss."
"Hmm, and how old are you?"
"Eighteen Miss."
"I see, and you've been at the college how long?"
"About four months Miss."
"Hmm."
"I am sorry Miss," muttered the girl.
Elizabeth Page moved her hand down between her legs under the desk. She pushed her fingers between her legs and found that her knickers were already damp. As she spoke to the girl she rubbed herself with slow, deliberate movements.
"Well, that's all very well, but the point is you are here to be punished, and punish you I shall."
As she said this her fingers pushed harder against her cloth-covered pussy and she squeezed her legs together.
"Mr Lewis told me he thought there were four girls involved, but only you got caught. Is that right?"
"No Miss," Verity blurted out.
"No?"
"No Miss, there were five altogether."
"I see," she said, smiling. "So now we're looking for four accomplices instead of just three... interesting. Well, you might regret telling me that, seeing as you will be taking the punishment for 'all' of them, but still, never mind!"
Elizabeth stood up and walked around the desk. The girl was visibly shaking - and this only made her want her more.
"Take your blazer off," she ordered.
Verity slipped the blazer off her shoulders and the head reached out her hand and took it off her. She folded it and placed it on the desk. When she turned back to the girl she noticed that she could see her bra through her thin white shirt.
"I'm afraid to say that, as, by your own admission, there were five of you, that means I'm going to have to give you thirty strokes of the cane."
Verity's mouth fell open and her eyes welled up with tears.
"Six each, you see... unless you want to give me their names of course?"
Verity sucked her lip, she wanted to tell her their names, but she knew that if she did they would never forgive her. She hadn't found it easy making friends at the school and this would put her right back to square one, worse even, as she would have a reputation for being a snitch.
"I can't Miss."
"I see. Tell me Verity, have you ever had the cane before?"
"No Miss."
"I didn't think so. I'm sorry to have to tell you, but it's very, very painful. Still, I guess I can go easy on you for the first few, after all... I'll need to save my arm, I don't think I've ever given thirty strokes in one go before."
"Thank you Miss," mumbled the girl, nervously.
Elizabeth walked to the door of her office and from the hook on the back of the door she pulled down her trusty cane. She flexed it and then swished it around a few times, getting a feel for the instrument before walking back over to the trembling girl.
The head circled her prey, she loved to look at them like this, nervously awaiting their punishment, it made her wet.
Verity's long blond hair fell over her shoulders and down her back, while her pleated grey skirt was cut just below the knee, leaving only a short expanse of bare leg before her white socks and highly polished black shoes.
'At least the girl presents herself well,' she thought.
"So, Verity... as keen as I am to get started, I have to say, I don't actually think you're a bad sort. Your uniform is spotless and your hair is beautifully combed, I actually think you're a good girl who got into an unfortunate situation. Still, I can't not punish you, but... I can let you into a little secret, being as it's your first time."
Verity looked up, curiously.
"Did you know that the cane will hurt a little less if your bottom is warmed up before hand?"
"No Miss."
"I mean, don't get me wrong, it will still sting... but it will take the edge of it a little bit. Would you like me to do that for you?" Elizabeth's breathing was becoming shallow as she spoke.
"I... yes, please Miss."
Elizabeth exhaled sharply as she felt her pussy growing wetter by the second.
"Good girl, lean over the desk then."
She pressed her hand into the girl's back to encourage her and Verity put her arms forward and slowly lowered herself onto the desk in front of her.
"That's it," Elizabeth purred.
Verity felt her skirt being lifted up and placed neatly on her back, then the head's palm being placed on her behind and moving in a swirling motion over her entire rump. Strangely Verity found this quite pleasant and relaxing. After a few moments though she felt the hand lift away and then slap down, softly at first, but quickly increasing in both speed and velocity. The slapping continued until it was anything but relaxing, the sound of the spanking echoing off the walls of the office.
As the heat in her skin increased, Verity became more aroused. It was as though the heat in her ass was spreading to her young pussy. And for her part, Miss Page couldn't help but notice the small but obvious wet patch beginning to form on the cloth between the girl's legs. She smiled to herself as she hammered down a few more ringing slaps and then stood back to admire the girl's glowing cheeks.
She waited a few seconds, just long enough for Verity to think it was over and then stepped forward again, now she really let her have it with both barrels and soon Verity was squirming on the desk.
"Keep still girl," the head barked. "If you think this hurts, just wait until you feel the cane!"
Verity tried her best to keep still, but Elizabeth's skilled palm was slowly turning the girl's cheeks a nice reddy-pink, at least the parts that weren't covered by her panties.
"There, that will do..." said Elizabeth, signing off with a brutal slap to the girl's right cheek.
She plucked the cane from the desk and stood behind the girl, admiring her tight cheeks and long slender legs. She pointed the tip of the cane between the girl's legs and tapped it from side to side against her inner thighs.
"Move your legs apart," she ordered.
Verity shuffled her feet sideways until there was a good six inches between her thighs, allowing the head a good view of her panty-clad pussy. The damp patch was getting bigger now and as she moved the cane up the inside of the girl's legs she heard a faint murmur escape the girl's lips.
"I think we need to get these panties out of the way," said Elizabeth.
No sooner had she spoken than Verity felt her knickers tugged down and the air circling around her warm ass and exposed pussy. This only made her wetter and she turned her head to the desk, ashamed and praying that the head wouldn't notice.
"Now Verity, I think you should count each stroke for me. You wouldn't want me to forget my place and have to start again, would you?"
"No Miss," breathed the terrified girl.
"Very good, then we shall begin."
Verity tensed up, waiting for the first stroke to land, but Miss Page waited, and waited, until she saw the girl's muscles relax, then she brought the cane down hard. Verity screeched loudly as the first burning, red stripe appeared on her ass cheeks. Tears filled her eyes as she tensed her buttocks again as she waited for the next stroke, could she really stand thirty of these without cracking?
"I don't hear you counting," spat Elizabeth. "Never mind, we'll start again."
"No, please!" Begged Verity.
"What? We've barely started girl, don't be so pathetic."
Again the cane swished through the air and cracked against the young girl's ass.
"One!" The count came, strained through gritted teeth.