The final bell of the day rung and the first day of the new school week was officially over. But I didn’t start packing right away because I was expecting a certain junior level girl to come see me about her math test.

For the sake of her bottom, she better have passed. I acquired a new disciplinary tool over the weekend and part of me was dying to use it again. I had to spank one girl this morning for being out in the hall five minutes after the morning bell and talking on her phone. I wacked her bottom good and her panties would become the seventh addition to my collection when I got back home. As for how I acquired the other panties, I had a little spanking spree over the weekend.

Shortly, after the bell, I heard a knock at my door.

“I am here as you ordered Ms. Saba,” the familiar voice announced.

“Come in, Holly,” I replied then the blonde junior girl stepped into my office and shut the door behind her. Today she was wearing a plain brown shirt and some tight looking jeans. Too tight from where I was sitting and I noticed her boobs were a little bigger than the last time I saw them. Still in the C cup range. though but anyway, to business.

“What was the outcome of your match test, Holly?”

“I achieved a score of one-hundred percent, Ms. Saba.” I responded with a round of applause.

“Congratulations, Holly. I’m glad that motivational spanking I gave you last Friday paid off.”

“Yes, Ms. Saba. But I failed in another area. Complying with the dress code.”

Huh, I thought. I gave her a lopsided look in response. Sure her pants looked as tight as a boa wrapped around its prey, but the school dress code in regards to pants only warned against those that were ripped or sagging. This girl clearly didn’t fall into any of those groups.

“I can’t seem to find the problem. Your shirt and pants seem find to me, though how you manage to move about comfortably in them is a mystery.”

“I didn’t mean the school dress code, I meant your dress code, Dean Saba.”

The trigger code had been given. Game on. She took her shoes off because she knew what was coming next.

“And how did you get this violation past my conduct inspectors?”

“I paid one of the ladies off in exchange for not inspecting my underwear,” Holly replied with a giggle.

At the moment, I ran out from around the desk and before Holly could react, she was off the floor and over my shoulder. Being six foot one made the job of picking up my five foot ten quarry an effortless task.

“It seems like if you want a job done right, you must do it yourself.” After a quick spin, I took the struggling Holly over to the new sofa on the right side of the room and dropped her on it like a sack of potatoes. She tried to get up, but I quickly pinned her back down. There was a little bit of struggling involved as Holly let out a few defiant grunts.

“We either do this the easy way or the hard way. But you are getting what’s coming to you, understand me.”

After a few more seconds, she nodded in compliance…and submission to my authority.

“Be still,” I ordered sternly then pushed up her shirt revealing a red bra with a little bow in the middle. Dress code failure in indeed. Once the shirt was covering her face, I sat her up briefly to pull it off. Instead of tossing it aside, I used it to tie her arms above her head. Next up was the contraband search, I slipped my hand up under her bra and began feeling around. It didn’t take long to find something. I pulled out my left hand and found a small wad of one-hundred-dollar bills. They were fake obviously but I played along as planned.

“I don’t know where you got those from, but for the act of hiding contraband, you shall forfeit your bra. I pulled out a pocket knife from and carefully cut her bra away. Straps first then the midsection between the cups before pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. Her nipples were rock hard and I tickled them a little with my fingers. Holly squirmed and giggled in response.

As I went down to her jeans, I noticed Holly’s belly ring. Another violation I would surely address.

A devilish smile formed on my face as I went to work on the three buttons. I gave each one a playful tug before unsnapping it. Holly squirmed and whimpered with each pop. My smile grew wider as I pulled down her zipper then forced her legs up and grabbed her jeans around her bottom. They may’ve been tight, but I studied the methods of dealing with them very well. With a swift tug, the jeans came flying off and I held them over my head in triumph before throwing them to the floor. I looked down at Holly who was now wearing nothing but her red ruffle panties. I shook my head in disapproval then went over to my desk to get my brand new disciplinary tool, a leather strap.

When I returned to the couch, Hollow still had her legs up like I want them. I sat down beside her and brought her bottom onto my lap. My left arm was wrapped around her legs to keep her still. Then I started swinging.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” She cried with each hit. Ow, that… stings.

“This is what happens when you break the rules at Saba’s Learning Academy, Ms. Mesher,” I said before delivering another round of hits.

Thwack, “What does the handbook say about underwear, missy?”

“Bras and panties must be all white and plain with no fancy materials."

Thwack, “And what should it say on the panties?”

“Property of Ms. Saba. Ouch, ouch,” Holly protested as delivered three more hits.

Thwack, And why?”

“Because at this academy, you are responsible for our education and safety. Therefore we belong to you.”

“Then why did you defy the rules and bribe one of my conduct inspectors?”

“I chose to wear these undies because I wanted to wear something different and paid off the inspectors to be left alone.”

“Very unacceptable, young lady. And what does the handbook say about jewelry?”

“Jewelry is not allowed at this academy. We must maintain the highest standards of modesty and discipline.”

After six more swats, I picked her up and carried her over to my desk where I placed her back in the diaper position to finish her spanking.

Thwack, thwack, are you going to follow the rules from now on?”

“Yes, Dean Saba.

“And what will you do the next time you are approached by a conduct inspector?”

“Submit to her authority as though she is you, Dean Saba.” I struck her two more times then tossed the strap away. The spanking phase of this fantasy was complete.

Before lowering her legs, I removed her panties to inspect my work and to make them the eighth addition to my collection. Her ass was as red as a cherry, but it paled in comparison to the one on that racist slut Madison after I got done thrashing her and her friend Samantha. Next, I removed her belly ring and dropped both pieces in the wastebasket. No roughness with that process, only steady focus.

Lastly, I freed her wrist of the shirt which signified the end of this fantasy session. During the planning stage, Holly said she also wanted her bush shaved as part of the discipline, but I decided to refrain from doing that here. She was welcomed to my home anytime she wanted to have a slightly rougher session.

“How are felling, Holly?”

“Apart from the burning sensation on my ass, I’m fine. I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Sure, just remember to call ahead so we can discuss the details.”

“No problem, Ms. Saba. And before I get dressed, I have something to show you.”

She opened the lower section of her backpack and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties. After putting them on, she turned around to show me the writing on the back.

Property of Ms. Saba. I was amazed.

“You made that yourself?”

“Yes, Ms. Saba. I have a passion for making clothes. It’s my main hobby.

A very great one, Ms. Mesher.”

“Thank you, Ms. Saba.”

“Now you’re standing on ceremony. Best to be on your way before I decide to cane you,” I replied in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

After putting on a white bra, Holly donned the rest of her clothing and left… swaying her ass temptingly on the way out.

Fin