Ms. Balls

You walk confidently into Ms. Balls office. She looks up at you over a pile of papers on her desk. "Yes?" she asks in an annoyed voice.

A quick thought and she remembers she has an appointment with you. "Oh yes, come in. Have a seat."

You walk in and sit down. Another thought and a wooden paddle is hanging on the wall. It's like a small boat paddle with holes drilled in it. A few more thoughts and Ms. Balls picks up a folder and leafs through it.

"I see you cut class. We can't have that. Since I'm the principal, it's my responsibility to keep kids in class. You know what that means, don't you, young man?"

"Yes, ma'am. The paddle," you say.

"Exactly," said Ms. Balls and she walks to the front of the desk, unzips her skirt and lets it fall. She then pulls her panty hose to her knees. She bends over and grabs her ankles. "Let me have it!"