She Admits

"Yes Sir." Heather admits. "I got completely behind from spending all my time practicing for the tennis tournament and forgot that my essay was due. So I copied and pasted segments off the internet. I'm so sorry sir, it'll never happen again."

Heather's face is staring directly at the floor, you can see her eyes water with guilt and remorse. It's obvious to you that she understands what she did was wrong and that she regrets ever making that mistake.

"Heather I appreciate you being honest with me." you say as you try to over some consolation. "It takes a lot of courage to admit when you've done something wrong, especially in the wake of the judgement for your actions. I know you have been at St. Rose for quite some time and I'm sure your aware that offenses such as plagiarism can not and will not be tolerated. Plagiarism is one of the most serious of offenses here at St. Rose and is grounds for immediate expulsion. However given your tenure with us here at St. Rose and the fact that you've only been in trouble twice, both for minor offenses, I do not think expulsion is the right course of action for you. With that being said, I can not let this careless act of laziness, theft and obvious lack of time management go unpunished."

"Yes Dean Martin, I understand sir." Heather replies solemnly. She is looking you directly in your eyes, despite the fact that hers are starting to fill with tears. It's obvious she is wishing she was anywhere but here right now.

You rise from the cushioned chair behind your desk and after taking a brief second to straighten out your slacks you walk slowly around the large mahogany desk and towards Heather.

"Now, while I decide how best to punish you, I want you to wait in the corner." you tell her as you place one hand on her lower back and use the other to point and guide her to an empty corner in your massive office. Heather walks slowly and nervously towards the corner and when she reaches the corner she stands there facing the wall naturally submissive. You gently but authoritatively grab the hem of the back of her skirt and raise it up, you use your other hand to tuck it into the waistband of her skirt. Once her skirt is raised you can't help but admire the beautiful specimen in front of you, two large yet shapely tan globes. Her matching plaid panties have naturally ridden up a bit into her crack and this allows you to easily see the seat of her buttocks where it meets her upper leg.

"Heather I want you to remain in this position with your arms straight down at your sides until you are told otherwise. If you move out of position, touch your buttocks, speak or make noise of any kind without being asked to, you will incur further punishment," you command. "Do you understand?"

"Yes Dean." She replies and stiffens herself like an iron board.

Knowing you can count on her not to move you turn back towards the wall behind your desk and approach the massive wooden wardrobe. As you open the doors to the wardrobe you observe the number of disciplinary implements and sex toys at your disposable. You look them over carefully, trying to decide which one is best to teach Heather a lesson.

Since plagiarism is such a heinous offense, you want to choose a punishment that will definitely reinforce the seriousness of the matter. However accounting for the fact that she admitted guilt and appears genuinely remorseful already, you decide that you're going to be somewhat lenient and not deal the full **** of your arsenal. You narrow down your implements to four choices:

Nine Strokes of the Senior Cane - A 7/16" thick, 32" long, rattan cane.

Twelve Swats of the Heavy Paddle - a Walnut and Maple Paddle, 3" wide by 1/4" thick by 16" long.

Twenty-four Swats of the solid Hairbrush (12 per cheek) - a walnut paddle in the shape of a hairbrush 2" wide by 1/2"thick by 9" long

Eighteen Smacks of the Leather Strap (9 per cheek) - a looped punishment strap, 2 1/2" thick leather loop attached to a leather wrapped wooden handle.