Natalie Gets Punished - Sex Stories

Natalie Gets Punished

... to complete it."

"I'm afraid I went out with my friends on Saturday night," she admitted sheepishly, her head bowed. "We stayed out very late, and on Sunday I was too tired. I'm sorry, Mr Wellard, honestly."

Mr Wellard got up from behind his desk and started walking round her, like some predator circling its prey.

"Sorry isn't good enough now. I'm tempted to expel you. You clearly have no commitment to your studies.

"And as for your dress... that skirt is far too short! I can see almost the whole of your thighs! And as for your underwear," he said, pointing straight at her bulging tits, the shadow of her cleavage visible through her blouse. "Quite, quite unbecoming for a young lady!"

However, Mr Wellard's voice did seem to soften slightly as he regarded the young woman's voluptuous body, his eyes drifting between her protruding orbs and her shapely thighs. She noticed him subconsciously licking his lips.

Then he continued. "Sadly, your poor work record means that you will fail this course. Two B's and an F will not get you into any half-decent University. You do realise that, don't you?"

Tears started welling up in Natalie's eyes, as she began to realise the implications of her predicament.

The tone of his voice then changed slightly... now more even toned and less angry, but decidedly menacing. Staring her in the eyes he said, "You do, however, have one possible option to clear your slate. But I need to know you are truly sorry. And that in future, ...

... you will comply fully and completely with your teacher's directions."

"Oh, I will, I promise, I'll be good from now on, honestly, I will, I promise," Natalie blabbered, sensing an escape route.

"Haha, things are never so simple, young 'lady', as you will discover, as you go through life. To set your slate clean, you will have to be punished for your misdemeanours."

With that, he walked to a cupboard, opened the door, and extracted something looking like a very thin walking stick. The time-honoured, traditional school cane.

Natalie's heart sank as she looked on in horror as he swung the yard-long cane through the air, a hissing, swishing noise assailing her ears as she imagined the unbelievable agony that the implement could cause.

Mr Wellard smiled evilly as he swished the cane, as if beating someone with it. "Oh, it's been so long since I used this little beauty. I used to be able to make even the heftiest rugby player squeal for his mummy, after just a few strokes. I do so miss the good old days..."

Natalie felt a little trickle exude from her bladder as she realised, she was likely to be the next victim of the sadistic head teacher's evil weapon.

"Sir, please, I beg you, not that!" she pleaded, almost in tears. "It could leave permanent scars on my bottom! How would that look to a future husband, if my lovely bottom were covered in ugly welts?"

Mr Wellard circled her again, and then used the tip of the cane to lift the hem of the young woman's skirt, ...