uniform check and a spanking

Mr Johnson handed her a laminated card, titled 'Uniform list'. It read: "black shoes, white ankle socks, pleated tartan skirt, blouse, blazer. Moderate makeup is allowed and hair should be in a pony tail or pigtails at all times."

'Are you wearing any other items apart from those on the list?' asked the Headteacher raising his eyebrows and picking a cane up from his desk.

'No,' replied Poppy sullenly, 'I read the stupid uniform policy, same as every school.'

'May I remind you Poppy that your parents are paying a lot of money to send you here. If you get expelled from this school your life prospects are very pessimistic. With no school qualifications you would more than likely end up on the street. You cannot afford to fail. You were wearing two items of clothing that are not on this list - panties, which I've already removed, and a bra. Take off you bra, now.'

'What the fuck? No' replied Poppy. Quick as a flash Mr Johnson was behind her and before she knew it her hands were tied behind her back with what felt like a cable tie, he pushed her to the floor and did the same to her legs. She screamed. 'It's no use, no one will come running Poppy. The room is sound proofed.' 'You can't do this,' she shouted as her walked calmly back to his desk and retrieved something else. She wriggled on the floor trying to stand up and get towards the door. Mr Johnson came back and put something over her mouth, and in to her mouth - some sort of ball-gag. It was tied on behind her head. she tried to speak but couldn't.

The Headteacher knelt. 'So many girl's do not read the uniform guidance literally, such a shame'. He pulled her up by the hair and over to a sofa by the wall, sitting down and yanking her over her knee. 'Maisy, come and spank her please.' Maisy trotted over and began spanking each buttock in turn, harder and harder. She screamed into the ballgag and the sofa but there was nothing she could do - a few minutes ago she'd been in her father's car, and now she was bottomless, tied up with her ass in the air, being spanked by the Head girl. Her ass cheeks were stinging and she could feel that they must be red. After a few minutes she stopped resisting. Sometime after that the spanking stopped and Mr Johnson let go of her hair.

She stood up gingerly, avoiding his eyes. 'We mean business,' he said, undoing the ball gag. 'Thankyou for your help Maisy,' he continued, and gave her pussy a rub. Come back and see me at lunchtime, perhaps we can find something else to put in your ass.' 'Thank you Sir, I'd love that, thank you,' said Maisy

'You c...c...can't do this',' Poppy spluttered tears streaming down her face. He retrieved a piece of paper from his desk and waved it - 'we can - you parents signed this contract. Now let's get back to sorting your uniform.' He undid the cable tie on her arms and ordered her to take off her blazer, blouse and bra. She did, slowly. 'Young girls do not need to wear panties or bra,' he said. 'Only the items on the uniform list.' She nodded. 'Now get dressed.' She put the blouse and blazer back on, and then Mr Johnson produced a much shorter skirt. 'Perfect,' he said. 'From tomorrow this is your new skirt and I want your hair tied back, ok.'

'With your body and mouth Poppy, you're going to be very popular, and make lots of friends. I expect you'll be a favourite of the teachers very soon.'

Poppy couldn't speak - she had been stripped, spanked, degraded, fucked bareback in the last half an hour, and she hadn't even started the school properly yet. She had a brief sense that her pussy was wet, although couldn't think why.

It was time for the school tour. 'Now Maisy, this tour might be interesting, as Poppy is bottomless, who knows what will happen. She needs to end up with you at the cafeteria for lunch, then Maths with Mr Footlong, ok?'