The odd thing was that in a very strange way I sort of wished she had carried it on. At the time the humiliation had encompassed me, but once my skirt was down and my knickers had been pulled up, I felt slightly lost, missing the comforting feeling of being helpless! I had obeyed her without thought of rebellion, I had taken my punishment, and now it was time for me to return to the normal world of the well behaved student again, though now a lot sore and a little humbled. I thought that would be the end of the affair, how wrong I was…
The Head Mistress had sent a letter detailing both the reasons for and the outcome of my school discipline. My father had read the letter out to me, then for the first and only time he had pulled me over his knee, and to my utter horror he yanked my panties
