I walk into school, I make sure to wear something completely against the dress code so I can be sent to his office. I wear a short skirt with a see through mesh crop top with red lingerie underneath.
"You need something over that." My professor says, I roll my eyes.
"How about you kiss my ass, not my fault how other people's body's react to mine" I snap back, glaring at her.
"Go to Mr. Morgan's office, now." She says sternly, I scoff, stand up and walk out slamming the door. As soon as I get far enough away from the classroom, I laugh in excitement and walk into his office. He glares at me looking me up and down, my body jolts at his cold stare and my smile fades.
"What in the fuck are you wearing?" He stands up and walks past me, locking the door.
"Clothes.." I mutter.
"Not the time to be a smartass, brat.. that's mine to look at.." he smacks my ass, I gasp and whimper biting my lip. "Sit.." he says, I sit in a chair and he sits at his desk. About 15 minutes go by with no speaking, I begin to get anxious, I bounce my leg and pick at my fingers. He smacks my hand, I jump and squeak in response not knowing he was there.
"You're gonna make yourself bleed, kid." He says.
I have a feeling you're gonna do worse than just make me bleed.. I think to myself and blush deeply. He hands me a notebook and a pencil. "You are gonna write in this notebook 'I will not dress like a slut' over and over until this mod is finished, do you understand me?" He says. I nod softly. "Verbal response.." He grumbles.
"Yes sir.." I shiver. I begin to write what he told me to, by the time the mod is over my hand is throbbing and I've filled up four pages front and back.
"Good girl..you'll be staying in my office until the day is over..then you're in for it.." his tone is stern, I nod but before he can say anything about my silence I speak.
"Yes sir.." I whine. He hands me a small dictionary and gives me back the journal and pencil.
"Copy as much as you can before the end of the day, okay?" He says.
"Yes sir." I groan. I begin working on it, by the end of the day my hand is cramped and sore, I didn't even bother to go to lunch, I just kept writing, I sigh in relief when the last bell goes off, I stand up and go to leave.
"Don't. You. Dare." My body jolts at his words and cold tone. I slowly sit back down and look at the floor. About 10 minutes pass and it is completely silent, he is working on his computer and then he gets an angry look on his face and slowly looks over at me. "What in the hell is this referral that I'm seeing..cussing at your teacher.." he cracks his knuckles one by one, pressing down on them with his thumb. I whimper and sink down into my seat a little. "Pick a number between one and twenty" he says. I look at him, somewhat confused.
"Ummm..eleven?" I say.
"And I chose twenty..what's eleven added to twenty?" He asks me.
"Th-Thirty one.." I mutter.
"Good now stand up.." he says, I quickly follow directions not wanting to piss him off more. He grabs the back of my neck and bends me over his desk, I whine but stay still. He goes over the the china cabinet which has four whipping canes in it, he grabs the skinniest one, I stand up quickly and sit down so he can't hit my ass with it. "Stand up." He says. I shake my head profusely, looking up at him in fear. He sets the cane down on the desk and wraps me in a gentle hug. "Just stand up for daddy..this is for your own good and you know it..just take it like a good girl and I'll be a bit more gentle afterwards, okay?" He says softly, I whine and shake my head in disagreement. "Come on little girl, stand up..let daddy punish you so he can take care of you afterwards..alright baby?" He says, for the aftercare he gives I feel like this might be worth it, but still scared, I just sit there in silence. "I'll make it twenty hits if you cooperate, just be a good little girl for me and stand up and bend back over the desk..the safe word is red, remember that, if it gets too much for you say the word." he says, now that feels like an offer that I can't pass up. I stand up slowly and bend back over the desk, shaking in anticipation. He hands me his jacket to cling onto, I do so, I hug it to my chest underneath me and use some of it as a pillow. He lifts up the skirt and takes down my underwear. I whine and look back at him as he rubs my still sore ass from the last spanking. "Eyes forward little girl." He says softly. He picks up the cane and taps it on my ass softly, aiming for the sit spots which is where my thighs meet my ass. I hear the whistle as the cane draws back then THWACK it lands one stinging hit right where he aimed, I cry out a loud squeal. He rubs the welt gently to try and make the stinging soothe but it doesn't work well. "Good job baby..and just because I have other plans with you later..we'll only do ten with the cane.." he says softly, kissing my head. He backs up once more and I hear the whistle of the cane before THWACK another stinging hit lands down on the same spot, I jump forward onto my tippy toes, it hurts so bad that I can't even make noise in response and my breath just feels caught in my throat. He sucks in through his teeth making a soft hissing sound, even he can tell how bad that hurt. He tries to rub the spot but I squirm away from his touch as rubbing it doesn't feel good. He lets me regain my composure before starting again. He taps my ass lightly with the cane, aiming for the same spot just on the other side, the cane whistles and...THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, three burning hits land in the same spot one after the other. I squeal very loudly and begin to cry. He moves to the other side of me. "Halfway there baby girl.. you're doing so good for me.." he kisses my head again, but I pull away from him in anger. "Ay, keep that up and I'll make it twenty instead of ten.." he growls.
"N-No-! P-Please..I'm sorry-!" I whine, he kisses my head again and I somewhat melt into it. I can feel his amused smile. He taps the cane on my ass once more before, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three more hits, harder than before land on the same spot, once again one after the other. I jump forward onto my tippy toes again, my squealing this time is muffled by his jacket which I am gripping so tightly that my knuckles are white. He readjusts me into position.
"These two will be extra hard, so prepare yourself." He says.
The others weren't!? Oh go- I think to myself, before I can complete my thought two blistering hits land right on top of each other, THWACK, THWACK. I cry out and jump up, grabbing my ass in pain and turning towards him, sobbing.
"Shh baby.." he wraps me in a tight hug. "Daddies got you..calm down.. you're alright..I'm sorry baby girl..do you know why I did it?" He asks, I sob into his chest and nod slowly. "Why did I do it?" He asks.
"Because you're a jerk.." I mutter. He reaches back and smacks the sore spot, I cry out.
"Do not test me right now, little girl..why did I punish you?" He asks.
"B-Because I wore dirty clothing to school and I-I'm only yours to look at.." I whine, he smiles. "Good girl..now get your panties back on..I'm not done with you yet.." he says, I whine and do as I am told, the friction of the panties does not feel nice, I whimper again. He leads me out to his car and opens the door for me. He folds his jacket and puts in on the seat to add more cushion for me, I get in and gasp at the pain, he smirks and gets in on the other side then begins driving in silence.
