Punishment is Sweet

Principal Porter sat at her desk sorting through paperwork. Shortly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in", the principal offered. The young woman stepped inside, already a look of defiance on her face. Exactly how I like them, the principal mused to herself, hiding the smile that had begun to form on her lips.

"Mrs. Jones sent me to see you" the girl started, giving her best "I'm not afraid" look. The principal noticed her attire. Chelsea's tartan uniform skirt barely covered her ass, her navy knee high socks rose up over her knees at least, providing a little coverage of those beautiful 19-year old legs. I suppose I should at least be thankful her crisp, white shirt is properly buttoned up, the principal thought, but it's so tight it still gives one pause to admire those perky breasts. This will be a sweet punishment to deliver.

"Chelsea," Principal Porter began, "You were called here as Mrs. Jones was concerned about your dress, or lack of it. Your skirt is far too short and does not meet regulation guidelines. Are you aware of that?"

Chelsea smirked. "Yeah, it's a little short. So?"

The principal wasted no time. The ruler hit the desk with a loud THWACK! and the principal was on her feet before Chelsea had even seen Principal Porter make one move. "DO NOT take a tone with me young lady! This school has a reputation to protect and your parents have entrusted us with your care to educate you properly and that includes manners and grace!"

"Believe me when I say it is my intention to do what it takes to ensure you learn your lesson here today." The principal's voice was steady and her gaze was hard and direct at Chelsea.

The girl's smirk slowly disappeared. "What do you mean - whatever it takes?", she questioned. She had stepped back from the desk a little and did not look quite so defiant anymore.

"Your parents are aware that this school supports Corporal Punishment as a means of teaching our young ladies. Step to the desk Chelsea, and put your palms on top, facing downward." Chelsea's look was incredulous, her mouth slightly agape but she did not move.

The principal swiftly rounded the desk, her left hand on the back of Chelsea's neck pushing her toward the desk, her right hand still holding the ruler. "Hands...down...now." Chelsea whimpered but did as she was told.

The principal let go and ran her hand slowly down Chelsea's back to her bottom and then lifted up her skirt, all the way up and tucking it in at the top. Chelsea wore white, cotton panties, and she shuddered as the principal cupped her cheeks and her explored her buttocks.

"Well, at least you have worn panties. Chelsea, you will learn a lesson today and you will never wear your skirt this short again. Unless of course, I tell you to," the Principal whispered into Chelsea's ear. "But that will be for a very special time between the two of us then, hmmm?"

"I, I won't wear my skirt so short again, Principal Porter, I promise," Chelsea stammered. Please don't punish me!" Chelsea pleaded.

"Aah, but then how will you learn?", the principal questioned and before Chelsea could answer the ruler met her bottom once, then twice, then several times in quick succession. The principal did not spare the rod to spoil this child and Chelsea cried out, her face flushing with shame. She breathed a little heavy, and found herself sticking her bottom out a little further, making it more available for that ruler, almost against her will but still, she could not help herself and she felt confused.

"There, there," the principal soothed, her hand reaching into Chelsea's hair and grabbing a bunchful. She put the ruler down and reached into Chelsea's panties to rub her bottom, her finger tracing the lines of the red welts she caused.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it? Will you promise to be good from now on Chelsea or will I be seeing you in my office again soon?, the principal wondered.

Chelsea turned to her and the principal enveloped her into her arms, stroking her hair out of Chelsea's face and gazing into her eyes. Chelsea looked up, tears staining her cheeks, still flushed but with a sense of excitement mixed with her shame.

The punishment ended for now, with Chelsea and Principal Porter's lips meeting, the young girl hungry for acceptance from the older woman. Yes, there will be more punishment thought the principal, but not today.......