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THE SPANKING DIGEST: ISSUE 12

by LSF Publications


The Payment for Uniform Infractions

by Sarah Thorne

The house was quiet... too quiet. A good thing, really. It meant she could concentrate on her work for a spell before everyone got home and began to tear through the house.

Her mind wandered, however. Where was he today? She really did have the itch to get frisky and be spanked, as it had been several weeks. Amid juggling two very hectic schedules, kids' soccer practices, orthodontists, and simply just family time, it was difficult at best to find time for their favorite (or next to favorite) activity. She had thought he had said that he was taking the day off, but he was nowhere to be found.

The tip of her pencil broke.

"Damn!" she swore under her breath, pushed back her chair and got up. She made her way out of the dining room down the long hallway to his study to use the pencil sharpener. She stopped when she saw him behind the desk.

"Oh! There you are!" she said in surprise.

He looked up, his expression one she couldn't quite make out. "Young lady!" he boomed and she jumped slightly, astonished.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"What? What? Is that how you are to address me, Ms. Rayna?"

She stood there dumbfounded, not exactly sure what he was doing. Was he drunk? She backed away when he got up and made his way toward her authoritatively.

"Young lady, uniform infractions will not be tolerated at this school! Your parents pay good money for you to dress and act like a proper lady! Do you have an explanation why you are, once more, out of uniform?"

Still in shock, she looked down at herself and the way she was dressed, clad in an oversized t-shirt and cut off shorts, hair haphazardly pulled up in a clip.

"I... I..." she stuttered, thrown completely off guard.

"SPEAK UP, GIRL!" he boomed. "This is not the first time! I suggest you return to your dorm and put on the proper attire, fix your hair appropriately, and then return for your punishment!"

"But I have work to do..." she said as the wife to her husband.

"It will wait, young lady. Now do as you are told!"

Crazy. He was crazy; this was crazy. She hadn't time for games. "Kyle..."

He moved so swiftly that she barely had time to grasp what was happening as he turned her around and bent her over the desk, delivering several very hard blows to the outside of her cotton shorts. "Owww... Kyle..."

"Young lady! Do you dare be so insubordinate as to disrespectfully call me by my first name?" he demanded, still smacking her bottom, her legs raising from the knee down, one at a time.

Okay, she finally caught on. Obviously, he was in the mood for this and she would not get any peace until his need was satisfied. Besides, wasn't she just thinking that she wanted to be spanked? Not exactly like this... maybe because she was taken aback by it, but it was a spanking all the same. And it had been a long time since they'd done any ageplay.

"Yes sir... sorry sir, so sorry, sir!" The tears that welled up were almost real. He was always so good at reducing her to a young girl with the authority in his voice. A gift, if you could call it that, to be able to do such. He allowed her up and she scurried away as he smiled at her back.

Rayna, however, was a nervous wreck. She rifled through the closet for the short, pleated solid navy skirt that she knew was there specifically for this type of thing. It had been so long... where the hell was it? It was in the back, the very back, the white button up uniform shirt hanging alongside of it. She sighed and began to undress. She wasn't totally in the mood for this, as work was still weighing on her mind, and hoped her supposed infraction was not a serious one. She really needed to finish her work...

Rayna undressed and pulled the skirt up over her womanly hips. It was a bit shorter than she remembered. The shirt was next after she'd discarded the old t-shirt. Her breasts were not so full that she required a bra at all times, so she wore none at this time. Quickly, she fashioned her hair in pigtails and hurried back down to Kyle's study. Cautiously, she approached the door and pushed it open, shyly peering inside.

He looked up from behind his desk.

"Well, young lady... a good fifteen minutes you took! Can you explain what took you so long?"

Meekly, she stood before his desk. "Sorry, sir. I had trouble finding my... my... skirt..."

"I see." He stood and slowly made his way around the desk to stand in front of her. "Let it be known that you will get one swat for every minute you took, and furthermore, your skirt, young lady, violates dress code. You know full well that it is to touch your knees!"

Damn! He was the one who had bought the skirt, purposefully short, so that there was always an excuse to spank her for uniform violations.

"Please sir..."

"Let's see if I have a ruler around here to measure." As he turned away from her to look for one, she frantically began to tug at the skirt to bring it down as far as she could. It did little good. He sifted through his desk. "Ah-ha!" he said as he came up with the ruler and walked back toward her. "Kneel, young lady!" And she did. He bent, putting the ruler up against the side of her leg from the knee to measure exactly how many inches above her knees the skirt was. "Seven inches! You know the rule is one swat per inch!"

Gads! Up to twenty-two swats so far and they hadn't even discussed the transgression of being out of uniform entirely.

"Oh sir, please! I've grown, and just haven't gotten new uniforms yet, sir!"

He pulled her to stand. "No excuse, Rayna, dear. It is your responsibility to make sure your parents know when you outgrow your clothing. That's seven swats for the skirt and fifteen for not being expedient with your time." He turned and wrote it on a legal pad that was lying on the desk. "Now, to discuss the serious issue of going to class without your uniform to begin with. That was why you were sent to my office, yes?"

Rayna lowered her eyes and trembled slightly. "Yes sir..." she whispered.

"That's twenty with the paddle, over your skirt unless..." he took her chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. "...you want to take half of that on the bare?"

She thought about that. The skirt infraction was seven over panties, with the ruler no doubt, not that they offered much protection and the fifteen... he hadn't said how that would be given. The skirt also offered very little protection from that wooden paddle... but to take it bare? Even ten swats would really hurt. But twenty would be nearly intolerable, being how it was quite a thick paddle.

"Half on the bare... sir ..." she said softly, desperately hoping to have made the right choice. It was no doubt going to hurt no matter what she chose.

He nodded. "Then it is," he said. He pointed to the desk. "You know the routine. Bend as far over it as you can, bottom out as far as you can push it, and hold on to the other side of the desk."

Very slowly, Rayna followed his orders, feeling her skirt ride up so much higher until it was nearly showing her panties, the hem of it gently caressing her lower curves. He moved behind her and lifted her skirt, tucking the hem under her waistband and running his large hand firmly over her upturned bottom.

She shivered in anticipation and he proudly noted the goosebumps that raced over her flesh. Lifting his arm high he gave her exposed lower half a resounding smack. It startled her, as she was not expecting this deviance from protocol, the spanking she was to receive already spelled out for her. Again he raised his arm and smacked her bottom hard over her panties.

"Sir! Please!"

"A warm up, Rayna dear, and then the ruler over panties for your skirt, then the ruler on the bare for the fifteen you earned, and then we shall get to the paddle."

The ruler on the bare too! "No, sir... please! I can't take all of that on the bare!"

He laid a rain of sharp smacks all over her backside while she squirmed, all the while having her tell him whose decision it was to spank how and where and why. By the time the hand spanking was finished, Rayna's bottom throbbed with an intense heat, tears already filling her eyes though not falling, knowing that she still had much worse to endure.

Kyle pulled her up to stand. "Now, my dear, go retrieve my ruler from the cabinet in the corner." And she did so, opening it up and seeing the long, semi-thick paddle hanging inside as well and remembering the last time it was used on the bare, how it ended up bruising her quite a bit and rendered her unable to sit comfortably for several days, even after the markings had faded. She chose to turn her gaze away from it as she picked up the wooden ruler and turned to present it to her headmaster.

"Please, sir, not on the bare," she pleaded again, but he merely sat on the armless chair facing his desk and pulled her to him, bending her over his lap, scooting her up so far over his lap that her head was nearly touching the carpeted floor. Her skirt had already been tucked under her waistband and a lovely slight red was peeking out from her white cotton panties.

"How many for the skirt infraction, Rayna?" he asked, while rubbing the ruler all over her warmed backside.

"Seven, sir ... one for each inch above the knee."

"Correct, dear... and I am going to administer them swiftly now... here we go." He raised his arm and brought the ruler rapidly down seven times over her white panties. She barely had time to cry out, but the quick succession of spanks stung something awful on cheeks that were already glowing.

After the seven quick swats, Kyle edged Rayna's panties down a bit past her thighs, not missing the aroma that wafted through the air and connected with his own aroused senses. He could see distinct markings where the ruler had struck, and smiled inwardly that they were going to become even more defined on her cute, round bottom. He began to lecture her about the importance of being on time and time efficiency and 'blah blah blah', which is what she heard, as she was too busy focusing on the blaze in her rear, thinking that now there was absolutely no protection between her skin and anything that may come in contact with her bottom, and she still had that damn paddle to endure as well.

"How many do you get with the ruler on your bare naughty fanny?" he asked her, enjoying the embarrassed blush that flamed over her face at being talked to like a child while in the position of a disobedient little girl.

"Fifteen, sir... please, sir! That's too many!"

He gave her five sharp slaps with the ruler as she winced from the sting. "My dear, we just went over this. All that little outburst cost you were those five extra swats, as they were not part of your fifteen. Any more sassiness from you, child, and I'll increase your paddling to twenty. Is that understood?"



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