MarQe 's Study

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hats on panties off...Oh Please don't cane me with my Boater on.Yes, it's the only way you will feel it, with your Boater Hat on.Now stop protesting and get your bare backside over the chair !

21 October 2011 16:39  

Anonymous said...

It's hardly surprising that she was picked up as a truant, and that the police at the bar refused to believe that she was a vice president at the bank, and confiscated her obviously phony ID.

The Headmaster knows she's not one of his students. Indeed, he recoginizes the little chit from the bank, where she turned down his request to refinance his loan.

She needs HIS help now, of course, and he will grant it...after he deals with her impertenance, and her sloppy tie!

22 October 2011 13:30  

Anonymous said...

If it was me that had just been caught playing truant and was waiting to be dealt with I don't think I'd be looking as cool and confident as she is. I'd have done my top button up and straightened my tie for starters. And I'd be worried that my skirt was a bit too short ....

Katie xx

23 October 2011 00:09  

Anonymous said...

“But I don’t understand!”

“It’s quite simple, my dear,” the Headmaster said, lecturing her like the schoolgirl she now was. “The police have your “phony” ID. Goodness knows what they’ve done with it, if they’ve kept it at all. If I choose to release you, I will need to take you thru the formal process, which will involve filing a release petition with a judge at the end of term.”

“The end of term!” Katie protested. “If I’m not back at the bank Monday morning, I’ll be sacked.”

“Indeed. That’s why I propose dealing with the matter now. I don’t fancy imposters strutting around town in a school with loose ties and crooked bowlers, flaunting the uniform rules of this esteemed academy. You may take your correction now, or you may take your correction repeatedly, until the end of term.”

“My…correction?” Katie asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Katie eyes widened as the Headmaster opened the cupboard and took the long slender school cane off the shiny brash hook on the inside of the door. Katie swallowed as the smiling Headmaster bent the murderously whippy cane into a half circle, demonstrating it’s effectiveness for it’s most particular use.

Katie wanted to protest, but could not. Transfixed by the cane, she felt her poise and confidence drain as she quickly buttoned the top button of her shirt and straightened her tie.

“Right!” the Headmaster said. “Now where were we? Ah yes, over the chair, young lady. We’ll deal with your impertinence right now!”

Katie bent over the chair. The Headmaster smiled as her skirt covered bottom raised high in the air. “Over tighter, girl!” he snapped. “And keep your chin up. If your hat falls off, we’ll have to start over, at the top.”

Katie slid her hands down the legs of her chair, lifting herself up onto her toes as she awkwardly positioned herself over the very hilt of the chair. It was an awkward pose, made all the more excruciating as she felt the Headmaster’s pudgy finger casually raise her skirt up over her hips.

“Regulation knickers,” he said approvingly. “Excellent. Not that it will help you any. Regulation or not, they have to come down.”

23 October 2011 15:32  

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