A few weeks ago, my student Bernadette was caught running away from school in a skimpy red dress. Her punishment was so severe and embarrassing that she thought the matter had been resolved, until being told to report to my office this morning. Cowering outside my door, twisting her hair with fearful fingers, the poor girl might say she can't imagine anything worse than what already happened, but don't let those pretty eyes fool you.
Recalling her first punishment, Bernadette removed her slutty little dress to reveal lingerie, garter and stockings, none of which are part of the approved student uniform. Reaching for my cane, I administered a set of stingy stripes on her outstretched palms, before making her lay back on my desk, legs up and spread apart. Judging by the trampy ensemble she's wearing, Bernadette had fully expected to be in this position, just not for a punishment caning on the backs of her floozy little thighs.
