An old-school punishment

'Please don't give me detention, Miss,' Max said quickly. 'My uncle would kill me if I got into any more trouble this semester.'

A small smile played at the corner of Ms Hart's mouth. She sat down slowly into her chair, never taking her eyes off Max as she stood nervously in front of the desk. Max tried to keep her eyes from dropping to her teacher's breasts, but she could see a button straining against her large chest, and it was preoccupying her mind.

'Oh, don't worry, Miss Ennis,' the teacher told her. 'I have nothing so routine planned for you.' Ms Hart gestured for Max to come round to the other side of the desk, and Max slowly complied.

What the hell was going on? She desperately wanted to ask, but sensed to question the teacher was a sure fire way to earn a harsher punishment.

She pressed her legs together and waited, resisting the urge to fidget as Ms Hart swivelled her chair round to face Max.

‘Miss Ennis,’ she said, laying her hand on the phone. ‘A naughty girl deserves to be spanked. The question is, do I need to call in Headmaster Rawlins to administer the punishment?’