Chapter 1: Amanda And Claire Go To The Principle's Office

Amanda sat nervously tapping her feet as she sat on the hard, cold wooden bench in front of the principal's office. He'd summoned her there just after lunch. It's been only a month since her last visit. Her heavy woolen skirt was just below her knees as she sat there. Her white cotton socks were folded down over the tops of her black leather school shoes. The cotton blouse she wore barely masked the small girlish breasts contained beneath. She jumped when the door opened and Mr. Flasque stepped into the hallway, blue eyes peering over his bifocals to look at her.

"Young lady, come in." He said; his lips drawn tight. He turned on his heel and walked back into his office.

"Stand here, in front of my desk so I can see you. This is the second time you've been to see me. The last time it was for chewing gum during class. This is not good." He took his seat behind the desk after he closed the door, turning the bolt.

"Miss Pigeon tells me you're constant trouble in her class." He continued looking sternly at her.

"I don't know what you mean, sir." She said, her voice wavering as he looked sternly at her.

"You talk continuously in her classes and don't stop when told to. That's a very serious offense. Here, at this boarding school, you'll find discipline is something we work hard to instill in our students. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I don't know. I only talked once to Mary. I couldn't find my pencil. I didn't realize I had been misbehaving during class." Her voice faultered as her eyes watered.

"Well, Miss Pigeon says you did and of course, I'm going to take her word over yours. Stand up. Ten swats with the paddle for the first offense and five more for a repeat visit. We'll do this each time, until you learn."

"But, I didn't..." Her voice trailed off when she saw there was no use.

"Here, lean over the stool here. That's right. This will take only a minute, but hopefully you'll think twice next time. You mustn't speak until I've dismissed you. That's how I will begin your instruction." That said, he proceeded to paddle her bottom.

"What? Did you say something? Well, still want to talk do you? Five more swats on top of the original fifteen." He lifted up her dress revealing her thick white cotton underwear, only slightly whiter than her white, firm thighs and calves. Briefly he rubbed her smooth, ripe bottom before beginning again.

"Oh, stop. Please stop. It hurts. I won't do it again." She pleaded, her voice trembling.

He looked sternly at her. "Silence!" He continued his efforts. "Fifteen." He said as he stopped briefly, then administered the remaining five. He caressed the cheeks of her ass through the panties then allowed his hands to roam further up rubbing her back then her belly. He replaced the skirt over her bottom when there was a knock on the door.

"Sit." He motioned to the chair in front of the desk. He unlocked and opened the door to admit Miss Pigeon. "Come in. I've just finished. She hopefully will not continue to be a problem." A tallish woman in a grey wool skirt and jacket and sensible shoes walked into the room. Her dark hair was pulled tightly back into a French knot and her dark eyes glared at Amanda from behind pince nez frames.

"She doesn't look very contrite to me. I hope you dispensed the paddling without sympathy for her tears. I'm sure she put on quite a show for you. Here, let me see if your paddling was effective." She walked over to Amanda and pulled her to her feet. "Here, bend over the stool here." She lifted the Amanda's skirt and pulled her panties down slowly to her knees. Pink ass cheeks stared back at her with barely a mark on the smooth round globes. "See it's just as I thought. You were easy on her. Well, perhaps I'd better take over." She placed her middle finger on the rim of Amanda's anus as she said this.