Samantha has turned up in a ridiculously short skirt and has been sent to the detention room.
I have positioned a stool and a plimsol strategically, she will see them as she comes in.
Knock, knock, knock…
“Come in!”
I tell her where to sit and she takes her place.
“That skirt does not even touch the seat Samantha, does it?”
“No Sir, it kept getting creased so I shortened it.”
“Don’t talk stupid girl, we have a regulation length, you are not wearing regulation length are you?” I ask firmly.
“No Sir, I suppose not.”
“There is no suppose in it is there…..” I say as I walk around her, to stand behind. I look at her, and add. “I can see your knickers, what about when you write? Hmmm?!…I expect that whoever is sat behind you sees a lot more!”
“Bend forward in a writing position Samantha.”
She does so, blushing profusely.
“As I thought!”
“I put it to you Samantha that the purpose of this skirt is to excite any boy or boys who sit behind you, I understand that you have taken to sitting at the front and dropping things like your pencil at regular intervals. Is that right, is my assumption correct? Now…..answer me truthfully girl, if you lie, there will be dire circumstances for your bare bottom in morning assembly!” I shout.
She sits squirming and sniffling.
I kneel to see the view. “My word Samantha, this leaves very little to the imagination!”
“Well? And let me tell you that crying will not save you, and very soon you will have very real tears to show off.” I say harshly.
“I like to show my bottom and knickers off Sir, you are right, I do it on purpose just like you said.
“Very well, if you like showing your bottom off, we will display it….STAND UP! Get to the flogging stool young lady!”
She goes to the stool.
“Bend Over!”
She does so and a shaft of sunlight appears, as if to predict the future through the Venetian Blinds.
I raise her short little skirt.
I lowered her crisp, freshly laundered tight, white, school knickers to reveal her bottom. “There you are, your wish has been granted, your bottom is displayed!”
I notice her cringe.
“I will punish you shortly, you can contemplate your actions and the consequences in the mean time.”
I sit at the desk at the back of the room, holding my size fifteen plimsol in anticipation.
Asa
Our two daughters attended an independent girls school in the depths of West Sussex. The headmistress, as she insisted on being called, no modern ‘headteacher’ or simply ‘head’ for her, was a man-hater and proud of it. Her ‘young ladies’ were expected to wear skirts of a length that when kneeling down the skirt would touch the floor at front. Of course, the girls wanted their skirts shorter and would roll over the waistband until the hem was well above the knee. Non-compliance with regulation length, would result in some trivial disciplinary action, but as corporal punishment was long ago abandoned, we are reliant on AJ to remind us of a time when discipline was an experience, not merely a minor inconvenience to the erring pupil.
That is superb Asa great writing and photography
Lovely, just lovely!
Thank you Jean Marie…I bet you would like t be Samantha’s teacher!
Thank you for saying so David
Hello Peter, fabulous to see you here….we are all grateful for the fabulous spankee page you give us. Thank you for a superb comment…what a lovely thing to say!