Enter the principal’s office

“Wanda, what brings you here?”

“Uhm, well…” You shyly tell her how the teacher thought you were masturbating and try to explain that you were actually just trying to rub away the pain because your classmates kicked and punched your cunt. The principal seems skeptical and asks to see proof. Although embarrassed, you remove your jeans and panties and sit on her desk with your feet drawn up to your butt and your knees spread.

The principal begins poking and pinching at your sore lips. “Hmm, you do seem to be a bit swollen and quite red. However…” She suddenly uses her index finger and thumb to squeeze your clit. You cry out as she begins to twist it left and right while explaining that it’s still unacceptable to touch yourself in class.

The principal let’s go and you’re too exhausted by the pain to move. While struggling to catch your breath, you hear her call her assistant in and see her pick up a thick wooden paddle. She stands by your head while the assistant stands by your feet and pushes your knees even further apart. “Ten ought to do,” she says.

She raises the paddle over her head and slams it onto your pussy. You feel your lips and clit compress against your body. Before you can recover, the principal lands the second hit. It’s even harder than the first and you can barely find the strength to yell out. The next five hits are a blur as she continues to swing the paddle full **** against your cunt.

You’re vaguely aware that the principal is talking but in your pain drunk haze, you can’t make the words out. You feel the assistant move her hands from your knees to your pussy lips. She pulls them apart leaving your clit completely exposed. You look up and see the principal spin the paddle around in her hand. She once again raises it over her head and swings down with accuracy. The thin handle of the paddle lands directly on your exposed clitoris.

You scream as your clit is compressed more than you ever thought possible. There isn’t time to recover before the handle crashes down a second and third time. There are tears in your eyes as they help you stand and the principal says you may return to class.

You look down and are relieved to see everything is intact. Slowly, you pull your panties up and discover that even such a thin piece of fabric pressed against you hurts. You put on your jeans and make your way towards the door feeling your swollen pussy rub against your legs with each step.