"I see your skirt barely reaches down far enough to hide your knickers when you stand up straight, young lady," I say sternly. I am sitting in my chair and she is standing between my and the large oak desk which dominates the room. "The school rules clearly state your skirt should be at least this long," I continue coldly, indicating with my hand a point just above her knee. The hand lingers before sliding to the top of her thighs, coming to rest on the front of her pussy, "Not up here, Emily." Again the hand lingers, even longer this time and I can feel the heat emanating from the warm, soft flesh. The hand is drawn away in a sideways motion which brushes slightly more firmly against the lacy cloth of her skimpy knickers and she shudders slightly as my hand brushes the skin at the top of her thighs.

"Your blouse is barely done-up at all and I am sure that brassiere is not on the school recommended list either. Bend over towards me," She leans down towards me, my eyes fixed on the firm globes which wobble invitingly as she moves. "Emily, have you any idea what can happen when impressionable boys see such a sight? Turn around. I expect that view is even more tempting to the inexperienced youths," She slowly turns around, presenting her backside for inspection, resting her arms on the desk.

"Oh Emily! You really can't walk around in public like this. Look at what's on display, a nice girl would never reveal so much. No-one should be able to see this," She wiggles her bum with teasing defiance. My hand rests on the back of her knees, "School skirts should be here when leaning down, not here." My hand rises up with more pressure than before, rippling the flesh up the back of her thighs and coming to rest squarely on her pussy, which is now noticeably warmer than before. She makes a "Mmmmm" sound as my hand gently rubs her pussy through the cloth of her knickers.

"I can deal with these matters now, Emily, or I can inform your father. Which would you prefer?"

"Now, please Sir," she replies immediately.

"Very well, Emily, but remember this was your choice."

I stand up and lift the skimpy shirt over her back and SMACK the pert bottom sharply. She squeals as the blow lands but more in surprise than pain. SMACK SMACK, another two blows land and her bottom begins to glow warmly. Emily turns her head and grins at me. I can smell her sweet scent as it fills the air and I watch a damp patch forming in the tiny gusset of her knickers. I shake my head despairingly and pull her knickers down just enough to expose the round, plump buttocks and increasingly moist pussy.

SMACK SMACK SMACK! Three sharp blows land directly on the jiggling flesh and she squeals with the sharpness of the pain this time. Red hand prints start to appear indicating the precise position of each blow. SMACK SMACK SMACK three more expertly aimed blows land. I can see a tear running down her cheek, much as she tries to stop it. Her face has reddened to a similar shade as her backside and she stares at me defiantly and excitedly.

My hand comes to rest on the soft, warm, stripy bottom, rubbing and squeezing each cheek tenderly, my thumb and fingers occasionally finding the crack and sliding up and down it fleetingly but pushing deeper each time. My hand brushes down towards her pussy. I can feel its heat as my hand approaches, its scent fills the air and I can see where its juice has darkened her knickers as it escaped and dripped onto the gusset. I rub the hot, soft flesh and the whole area is soaking in a matter of seconds as she moans with pleasure...

Hope you enjoyed it so far. Let me know if you'd like it to continue.

Sir