Once inside she gave us a great lecture on the damage we were duing to our bodies persuing this dirty disgusting habit and told us we were to recieve four strokes of the cane. We all stood heads bowed staring at the floor it was then I sudenly became aware of a hot wetness in my knickers and down my legs and watched this ever expanding puddle growing at my feet. The headmistress shouted me forward, even though I wasn’t the first in line and I had to take up the position bent over the end of her desk she then raised my skirt, arranging it so she had full unobstructed access to my knickered backside.
Fluids of Discipline3
