I was looking forward to spanking Isabella in the nude. As a teacher at the Saint Reven’s School for Girls one of my responsibilities is to punish the girls who violate the Rules of Saint Reven’s while in my classroom. I had just reported her for the third time in one month for disobedience. Her offenses had been mild, almost imperceptible, but I thought both of us would benefit from my strictness with her.

This is my first semester at the school, and the first time I was required to enforce the Rules. Although the Saint Reven’s School for Girls requires the girls to wear a uniform that consists of a modest skirt that comes down below the knees, and an equally modest blouse, Isabella’s uniform cannot hide her developing curves.

I am in my early twenties. I am still a virgin, and I had never seen a naked girl or women before. I had seen photographs in magazines and on the internet, but seeing Isabella with nothing on at all would be so much more wonderful.

Isabella is a virgin too. Only virgin girls are admitted to the Saint Reven’s School for Girls. They are virginity tested by the school physician, who is a woman. These tests are repeated periodically during their stay at the school.

The night Isabella was to be punished, the Headmaster and I were waiting in the Discipline Room. This includes several paddles and rods, and a restrainer, where the girls’ bare bottoms are made to stick out to meet the paddle or the rod, while their wrists and ankles are locked in shackles.

When Isabella entered the room, the Headmaster told her, “You are five minutes late, Isabella. Come inside and close the door.”

“Will I need to take off all of my clothes?” Isabella asked plaintively.

“Isabella, you know the Rules as well as we do. You and your parents agreed to the Rules before you applied to be educated here,” The Headmaster said. “For your first offense I scolded you. For your second offense, Mr. Cartwright spanked you ten times through your panties. Because this is your third offense in the same month, you will be required to submit to a spanking completely naked. This is for your own good. Years from now you will be glad we did this to you.”

“Mr. Cartwright could have put you in the restrainer and used a paddle or a rod,” the Headmaster continued. “Because he likes you and does not want you to be really hurt, he has consented to spank you with his hand as you lie over his lap. I like you too Isabella. That is why we are doing this. Some day you will thank us. Now take your clothes off.”

It is true that I like Isabella quite a lot. Indeed, she is my favorite student. That is why I exaggerated the severity of her offenses. She tried to obey me. I reported her for disobedience anyway. Now I was going to be able to see and feel her when she was completely naked! I chose this method of disciplining her because it would be more enjoyable to feel her bare bottom against the palm of my right hand, and I wanted to hold her naked body with my left arm. The month was January. There was snow on the ground. Nevertheless, I was wearing a short sleeved shirt, so that there would be more skin contact between us.

Isabella reluctantly removed her coat, shoes, and socks. Then she removed her blouse and skirt. When she removed everything else, showing us everything she has, I was breathless with admiration. This certainly was better than a photograph.

Isabella is shy and modest. The poor girl was terribly embarrassed to be seen naked by the Headmaster and me. She had nothing to be ashamed of: her body is perfect. She began to cry softly, while trying to hide her breasts with her left forearm and her long hair. She covered her vulva with her right hand. This made her all the more enchanting.

“Stand in front us Isabella,” the Headmaster commanded, “Move your hair so that it drapes down your back and hold your hands behind the small of your back.” When she obeyed, the Headmaster said, “There, that’s much better.” Then he gave her a long lecture on the need to obey her instructors, and the administrators, especially him.

With her charms exposed to my eyes I said, “Isabella, I appreciate the fact that you have the budding breasts of a beautiful young women. Your areolas are perfect circles. Your areolas, nipples, and lips that have probably never been kissed, are light red. Your eyes are as blue as the sky. Your blond hair is straight and long. Your arms are thin. You have a narrow waist, and a flat stomach that beautifully frames your virgin vulva.”

“You seem to have shaved your vulva,” I added. “It is delightful. You have a slight mound, and a well defined slit with no clit hood. It does not get better than that. Everything about you is perfect. I envy the man you marry.”

Isabella blushed in the most beautiful and becoming manner.

By the time the Headmaster had ended his lecture, Isabella’s vagina was dripping, and her nipples protruded. The darling girl may have wanted to conceal her arousal from us. Her young body would not let her. The Headmaster said, “And now, sweet Isabella, it is time for us to begin.”