Finished with the task, Mr. Neville stood for a moment and looked at Kathy’s crimson cheeks. She was still squirming at the edge of the desk in an effort to handle her distress. Once she recouped, he directed her to stand in front of him. “Keep your skirt tucked and your pants down while I talk,” Mr. Neville demanded.
“Oh, but sir,” the girl protested as tears streamed down her face.
“Let’s not hide it away so soon, Kathy,” Mr. Neville commented. Though he could not see her bottom with the girl facing him, he knew that she was utterly undone made to stand before him with her reddened bottom still exposed to the air.
The girl was blushing, her face as red as her behind.
“You still have nothing to tell me? No scheme, no plot to confess? Would you not want to see another bottom burning li
