The Paddle

As your glance through the multitude of implements and various items in your wardrobe, you stop and focus your eyes on the heavy wooden paddle. Infamously known around campus as the "Senior Paddle" it is one of your go to implements for correcting attitudes at St. Rose. You pick the paddle up by taking the handle in your right hand, it's heavy and sturdy and delivers quite the sting to its unfortunate victim. You hesitate a moment holding this paddle in your hand, as you glance over your shoulder and get a view of Heather's perfect backside. You decide that this is the perfect implement to demonstrate just how serious the act of plagiarism is and how it can not and will not be tolerated at Saint Rose.

You quietly close the wardrobe and walk slowly back to the front side of your big desk. You silently place the paddle on the desk behind you and stand with your back to the desk, hiding the paddle from sight behind your frame.

"Heather," you say forcefully but not aggressively. "Come over here." Heather complies immediately yet with an obvious forbearance of ****. She saunters over standing at an arms length ahead of you. She faces you and despite all instincts and emotions directing her otherwise, she looks into your eyes.

"I have lectured you enough about the seriousness of the offense you've confessed to. Plagiarism is strictly forbidden here at Saint Rose and you agreed with me that you should be soundly disciplined for your actions. After deliberating I have chosen a punishment that I feel will both help you further regret the choices you've made, along with deter any future actions of the sort. I hope that at the end of this event you will work hard to make the corrections necessary to stay out of further trouble in the remainder of your time here at St. Rose. I know you've been here for several years and have relatively managed to stay out of trouble, so I see no use in delaying any further. You are going to take a dozen swats of the Senior Paddle. You will receive your punishment on the bare bottom, in the nude."

At the words "Senior Paddle" you can see Heather's heart drop even farther. At the words "bare bottom" you can see a sense of embarrassment overcome her face. A part of her knew it would be a bare bottom punishment, as most punishments at St. Rose are, but she had pushed that to the back of her mind, obviously trying not to focus on it.

"Now Heather please remove your clothes and stand at the front of my desk." You command, and Heather starts to unbutton her blouse, she works quickly but carefully removing her clothes and setting them on one of the large wing back chairs a couple feet in front of the desk. Finally she has removed all her clothing except for her plaid panties, she slips her fingers in the waist band reluctantly and pulls them down around her knees, then to her ankles and she steps out of them completely. You can't help but admire her form, years of tennis have kept her body toned and tight, and when she removed her panties revealing a perfect mound accentuated by two gorgeous perfect lips, you felt a tinge in your own groin.

Once she was completely nude you grab the paddle from the desk and walk behind her, you hold the paddle in your left hand and use your right hand to usher her to the desk. You gently push on her upper shoulder and she instinctively assumes the position leaning over the desk. You take a step back to position yourself behind her on her left side. You move the paddle to your right hand and use it to spread her legs slightly.

"This is the position you shall remain in through the course of your punishment. If you deviate from this position at any time you will receive additional swats. You shall count each swat out loud, thank me for it and ask for the next one. If at any point you miscount, or lose count, we will start over again from number 1. Now are you ready for your punishment young lady?" You say calmly.