Report to Miss Hasler's office

 

Hello! Apologies for the week-ish-long break in posting; I was away for work (as I also was at the beginning of October). And, hard as it may be to believe nowadays, I was in a place with no internet access!

Anyway, I’m back now. I hope you’re all in rude health and that you’ve all been good little girls and boys.

What’s that? You’ve been naughty? Well, that won’t do. It won’t do at all. Now – stop playing with your fingers; only naughty little brats do that – I think you need to put your hands on your head and confess all the naughty things you’ve done while I’ve been away. Yes, every last one. If I find out later that you’ve kept something from me you’ll be very, very sorry.

Excuse me? You don’t want to sit with your hands on your head? I have never heard such insolence! Hands on your head. NOW. If they come down again without my permission they’ll feel my ruler on them. Yes, you do look foolish. I hope you feel it. I can assure you that you will feel far more foolish when you are over my knee having your bare bottom deservedly tanned.

Now, I believe you were going to tell me exactly what you have been doing with yourself in my absence.

I beg your pardon?! Touching yourself where? Whilst looking at pictures of what?

You NAUGHTY child! You know perfectly well that you are strictly forbidden to do those wicked things.

It’s no good making excuses. I am VERY cross with you, and I am going to give you exactly what you deserve – a punishment that leaves you unable to sit for a long time. After a long, hard hand spanking on the bare, you will receive fifty good, hard swats with the paddle. Thirty for your filthy activities, and twenty for your insolence. If you dare speak out of turn whilst over my knee you’ll receive a further twenty. Once your naughty bottom has been satisfactorily warmed with the paddle you will ask me very nicely to bend you over and give you twelve of the best with the cane. Yes, you will count each stroke and thank me for it. And be warned: one word of protest at any point and we will begin your punishment all over again. Is that clear? Good. I have far better things to do with my time than tarry with silly little brats like you.

Now, I think a good long spell in the corner is called for. I want you to think about the thrashing you have in store, and to reflect upon the misbehaviour that has earned it. It's no use whimpering – you only have yourself to blame!

Get that nose in the corner, you miserable wretch! Any more dawdling and you'll do it with your knickers round your ankles!

Image copyright the wonderful School Mistress Fantasy.