Uniform
By Clarissa
From time to time, headmistress Miss Svenson had to deal with misbehaving girls during the school day, but, mostly, girls were sent to her after the end of lessons, lining up, nose to the wall, outside her office. This was by no means a daily occurrence, but it certainly happened often enough to keep her spanking arm in good fettle.
Today, she only had one girl waiting outside her office: a fourth former, and first-time offender. At precisely 4 o’clock, the girl knocked on her door. ‘Come in,’ commanded Miss Svenson, the door swinging back to reveal a slight girl with fair hair tied up in a pony tail. ‘Come here,’ said Miss Svenson, pointing to a spot directly in front of the desk. The girl moved forward as Miss Svenson glanced again at the note from Miss Simms detailing a number of uniform violations.
Miss Svenson looked up at the fourth former and studied her a moment. ‘Well,’ she said at last, ‘I am glad to see that you have taken the trouble to look smart for me, Jemima.’ The girl said nothing. ‘Still,’ Miss Svenson continued, ‘it doesn’t excuse the disgraceful list of uniform violations I have before me, does it?’ ‘No, Miss,’ came the awkward reply. Miss Svenson shook her head then stood up. ‘Go and fetch me that chair,’ she said, indicating a straight-backed wooden chair, ‘and put it in the middle of the room.’ The girl didn’t move. ‘Go on,’ asserted Miss Svenson, coming out now from behind her desk. Chair in place, Miss Svenson sat down and smoothed her skirt. ‘Come here,’ she said to the girl, ‘and bend over my knee.’ The girl looked stricken with panic but did as instructed. ‘I am going to spank you for five minutes with my hand; do you understand, Jemima?’ ‘Yes,’ came the reply, and with that Miss Svenson flung down her hand onto the seat of the girl’s skirt. ‘Do we wear our ties knotted and tidy or loose and unruly?’ she demanded. ‘Knotted and tidy,’ came the reply. Another spank from Miss Svenson; ‘Do we wear our shirts hanging out from our jumpers or neatly tucked in?’ ‘Tucked in,’ came the reply as Miss Svenson started to deliver a volley of spanks, the girl slightly wriggling in response.
After about two minutes, Miss Svenson stopped the spanking and lifted back the girl’s skirt. Silence, then a thunderous ‘What colour are school knickers, pink with purple stripes?’ ‘No, Miss,’ came the muted reply, the girl’s body visibly sinking into Miss Svenson’s lap. ‘Stand up,’ said Miss Svenson; the girl complied. ‘Go and fetch me the slipper from the corner cupboard.’ The fourth former was close to tears now, but did as instructed. To her horror, on opening the cupboard door, she discovered two canes – and nothing like a slipper. She turned to Miss Svenson. ‘It’s the black gym shoe,’ Miss Svenson asserted with some annoyance, ‘a regulation item which, you are about to find out to your cost, is a most particular part of school uniform.’