A visit to the headmaster – a scene

I opened my study door. She was standing there, hands on head facing the wall, where my secretary had left her some minutes before.

“Come in.”

She followed, and shut the door behind her.

“Stand up straight!” She did. “I didn’t expect to see you here in these circumstances.”

“No, sir.”

“Would you care to explain yourself?”

See, Mr Taylor had set her an essay in History, asking her to describe high society in the golden age of the 1920s. Her contribution had dismissed the main topic, in favour of a diatribe about the plight of the working classes at the time, exploited by those ‘living it up’ at their expense.

She’d been given a C, in comparison the straight As usually attained by a scholarship girl hoping to gain a place at one of the better universities. And she’d argued back, ferociously.

“I didn’t agree with Mr Taylor, sir. He and I have different views.”

“You were disrespectful to Mr Taylor, Miss Stone. You argued with him in front of the class, to the point where he had no choice but to send you out for the remainder of the lesson.”

… where, as she waited, she would no doubt have started to panic, realising that any girl sent out of class was automatically then sent to the headmaster to be punished.

I continued: “I would advise you not to argue with me as well, or you will earn yourself extra strokes. You understand, I’m sure, that you’re going to be caned?”

“Yes, sir.”

My disappointment was heightened by the fact that the young lady in question was one I was tutoring for her university entrance exams. One I rather liked, respected. But I stood up from my desk and took the senior cane from the rack.

“Although I’ve not had to punish you before, I’m sure you know the position to take from other girls’ tales. Bend over the desk.”

Obedient. Scared.

I lifted her skirt; lowered her knickers. “Six strokes.”

Six punishing strokes, for a good girl. Enough time in between each for it to drive its message home before the next seared home. Six neat, parallel stripes.

“Adjust your clothing and stand up.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I should expect so. Now, I do not expect to hear any more examples of you being disrespectful, Miss Stone. Or I will have to punish you severely, and reconsider giving my time to help you with your studies. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Right, off you go. And close the door behind you.”

Off to her study bedroom. Where the head prefect would join her a few minutes later, teasingly demanding to see her marks. Where she would refuse. Where he would tell her that she shouldn’t be disrespectful…

…where we will draw a tasteful veil over what happened next!

Fabulous scene. Simple, at the very heart of my kink. And with Kay so delightfully in character in her uniform. Perfect!

3 thoughts on “A visit to the headmaster – a scene

  • 10 November, 2014 at 12:44 am
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    As one of the smartest girls in school, surely she must have know that such disrespect would earn her six-of-the-best, on the bare!

    Surely she knew…

    Hmmm…I’m thinking she might have used you for her own purposes, Headmaster Abel. I think you need to have another talk with a certain young lady who thinks she is more clever than her Headmaster…

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  • 10 November, 2014 at 9:24 pm
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    ^Well…no. Because it was a simple school role-play scene, not a porn film?!

    Lovely scene, lovely write-up, Abel :) xx

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  • 10 November, 2014 at 9:30 pm
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    Perfect comment, Kay: spot on.

    …ponders porn film scene ideas 😉

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