Principal Punishment

"Come closer!" Mr. Mallory spoke softly but with authority.

Rebecca, hesitantly, moved toward the Principal.

"Stop there!"

Rebecca was about five feet from the Principal's desk. She stood absolutely still.

"Turn around slowly!" the Principal ordered.

Rebecca obeyed, wondering what the Principal intended.

"Sister Steven was correct. You are dressed like a tramp. Behind you there is a dime on the carpet; bend over and pick it up!"

Confused, Rebecca turned. She saw the dime and bent to retrieve it.

"Stop! I want you to bend over at the waist and don't bend your knees!"

Slowly, Rebecca complied. As she bent over to pick up the coin, her skirt rode completely up her panties.

"You are a slut! I could see all of your panties! Come stand next to my desk!"

Rebecca moved closer to the desk. Mr. Malloy retrieved a pair of scissors from his desk and got up. "What you are wearing is a disgrace. It surely is not our school uniform. You realize that Seniors have great privileges here at Holy Angels. But with privilege comes greater responsibilities and greater consequences. I have to set an example with you otherwise very Senior will ignore the uniform code." With that the Principal ran the scissors right down the back of Rebecca's blouse; he pulled the cut fabric from her body. Another snip and Rebecca's too-short skirt lay on the carpet.

"I will give you a choice, Rebecca; I am going to paddle you. Do you choose the paddle," he held up a three-foot long and one-inch thick board, "or do you want the switch," he showed the girl a birch rod that was flexible and sharp, "or do you want my hand?"

Rebecca considered the choices. "Your hand, Sir."

"Very well," he moved behind her, "bend over my desk!"

As soon as Rebecca was in position, the Principal brought his huge, beefy hand down hard. It stung. His hand lingered on the white cotton panties.

"This won't do! Pull the panties down!"

Rebecca slowly obeyed.

The next slap was even harder. The sound filled the room. Again his hand lingered; it rubbed softly over Rebecca's ass before lifting and then coming down again. After five strokes, Rebecca was sure she heard a zipper. She started to lift her head from the desk.

"Don't you move! Keep your head down on my desk!" The Principal's hand struck Rebecca's ass even harder. It moved even more slowly over her stinging flesh.

Stroke after stoke came down on Rebecca's naked ass. Tears filled her eyes and dropped onto the papers on Mr. Malloy's desk. Suddenly, Rebecca heard Mr. Malloy groan; her as was struck by some hot, sticky fluid. Startled, Rebecca turned her head. Mr. Malloy was holding a long, hard rod of flesh in his hand. It came out of his pants. Even though she had never seen one, Rebecca realized that this must be a penis.

"Look what you've done! You are a little slut!" The Principal stuffed his penis back into his pants. "Don't move from there!"

The Principal stormed out of his Office, slamming the door behind him.