The heavy oak door creaked open leaving the headmaster's study looking
bright, but not welcoming, and as Laura walked through the door her
heart was right in the pit of her stomach. The headmaster paused, and
asked in a voice of pure calm, 'Do you know why you are here?'

It was hard to argue with the facts, she had been caught cheating on
the exam, and she knew that she shouldn't have, but surely the
punishment that was about to be given was for first-formers, not
grown-up prefects. 'Yes, I do sir.' Came the clear reply, as Laura
still didn't believe that she was about to be given the self same
punishment she had effectively wielded in her year as a prefect.

Of course she knew the rules well enough, all the girls at St.
Augusta's did. 'The prefects have power over the younger girls. If the
girls are caught breaking the rules, they are to be punished The school
line was brutal, and Laura had used it's words well, sending many a
troublesome child to the headmaster's office, and knowing full well the
real punishment they were about to receive. The creaking door,
shrieking through every corridor of the ancient building, was a
rallying call to anybody who wanted to see the caning being given, as
the door was always kept wide open during punishments.

Many a girl 'just happened' to walk past that door after hearing that
sound, slowing just enough to catch their brief glimpse. 'Discipline
will be given, and be seen to be given.' gloated the school prospectus.

'Laura, it pains me to have to do this to you, but you know the rules'
he said sternly, and Laura did what she knew now that she must. Walking
now with shaking steps towards the leather-topped desk, and pulling up
the hem of her green-checked summer-skirt just above the curve of her
pert, now goose-pimpled buttocks, her blue eyes just visible through
the fringe of her mousy brown hair, she bent forward to assume the
position she had seen so many times before.

The sound of footsteps moving around behind her, and the gentle swish
of the cane against the weathered hand of the headmaster served as a
percussion to the flowing, practiced words, as the headmaster began his
usual routine, as polished as ever, and Laura knew every word off by
heart. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and hesitated a little
before her quivering fingers slowly pushed her white cotton panties
down her thighs. She bared her bottom, in all it's glory, to the eyes
of the girls she knew she could hear, but not see. The shame ate into
her as their footsteps clicked along the corridor. It was inevitable
now, and she tensed, preparing for the worst, however as the speech
reached it's conclusion, silence filling every inch of the office, the
headmaster paused before striking his blow. 'No', he said, taking a
deep breath. 'for this Laura, I think we need to be alone', and the
heavy door creaked it's way shut