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Sophie jolted awake as if someone had someone had slapped her hard across the face. Dazedly she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up in her uncomfortable bed. Her dormitory was unusually quiet; her friend Lisa, Sophie assumed, must be in the bathroom. Rolling over she half glanced at her alarm clock. She felt ice cold dread descend her spine and did a double take; it was 10:37! She was late for Maths! No wonder the dorm was so quiet; Lisa must have left over forty five minutes ago. Silently cursing her best friend for not waking her up, Sophie haphazardly threw on her uniform which was crumpled at the bottom of her bed and grabbed her bag, storming out of the dorm as quickly as she could go while trying to tidy her hair into, what she hoped, was an effortless “just got out of bed” look, instead of a “just been dragged through a hedge backwards” look.

Creeping down the corridor to her classroom Sophie prayed her teacher, Mr Marsh, was in a good mood. Unfortunately she could hear him lecturing the class about some algebra equation as she fretfully placed one hand on the door knob. She prepared herself for a telling off and opened the door quietly. Maybe if she was lucky she could sneak in while his back was turned and take her place at the back next to Lisa unnoticed.

'Sophie Elisabeth, how kind of you to grace us with your presence!' Mr Marsh boomed. Sophie abandoned all hopes of getting away with being so late and bravely turned to face her teacher.

'I'm sorry sir, I lost track of time…' Sophie muttered, edging her way to the back of the class.

'Stop right there, young lady, I want a proper explanation why you've missed over half of my lesson.'

Sophie curled a lock of hair behind her ear and tried to think of a good enough reason. If she lied and said she’d been ill and had seen the nurse Mr Marsh would be sure to find out. Inwardly sighing, Sophie said, ‘I’m sorry, sir, I slept in…’

'That is simply not good enough, young lady.' Mr Marsh began, 'If you had been five minutes late I would have given you a telling off and got on with the lesson, but forty five minutes is unacceptable. Come here right this second.' He tapped his desk with his index finger and Sophie cringed as she made her way to the front of the class. She knew what was coming all right; she had seen Mr Marsh punish girls for being late before.

When she reached the front of the class Sophie looked at the sea of faces, some cringing with her, understanding her shame, some grinning at the idea of her impending punishment. Mr Marsh wasted no time, telling Sophie to bend over his desk before lifting her skirt to reveal her white school knickers. He picked up his yard stick and reprimanded her a second time for the crime of bad timekeeping before swatting her pale bottom with the wooden ruler. She cringed as the sting reached its peak, and gasped as a second stroke landed just on top of the first one. She could hear someone giggling behind her as the third stroke fell.

After ten strokes over her knickers Mr Marsh adjusted her skirt so it was resting higher on her back, before telling her to pull her panties down to her knees. Her cheeks flushed ruby red with embarrassment. She knew she would be punished more severely if she were to refuse, so she slowly reached down and pulled the thin cotton panties down. As she felt her knickers slip over the rounded globes of her now slightly pink bottom she closed her eyes in shame. Someone at the back giggled louder as the fabric triangle reached her knees and Mr Marsh took his position to Sophie’s left again. ‘Count each swat, Miss Elisabeth,’ he instructed, slapping her glowing bottom with the stick again.

'One!' She gasped.

’Two!' Her breathing was ragged as the sting in her bottom grew and grew. The wooden ruler created a sharp stinging each time it landed. It was all she could do not to reach around and grab her punished cheeks.

After fifteen spanks Mr Marsh stopped, told her to step out of her knickers and stand by his desk, hands on head as an example to the rest of the class.

I might as well have stayed in bed and caught up on my sleep! Sophie thought as she stood, bare bottom on show to the rest of the class, waiting for the bell to ring for break.

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Sophie jolted awake as if someone had someone had slapped her hard across the face. Dazedly she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up in her uncomfortable bed. Her dormitory was unusually quiet; her friend Lisa, Sophie assumed, must be in the bathroom. Rolling over she half glanced at her alarm clock. She felt ice cold dread descend her spine and did a double take; it was 10:37! She was late for Maths! No wonder the dorm was so quiet; Lisa must have left over forty five minutes ago. Silently cursing her best friend for not waking her up, Sophie haphazardly threw on her uniform which was crumpled at the bottom of her bed and grabbed her bag, storming out of the dorm as quickly as she could go while trying to tidy her hair into, what she hoped, was an effortless “just got out of bed” look, instead of a “just been dragged through a hedge backwards” look.

Creeping down the corridor to her classroom Sophie prayed her teacher, Mr Marsh, was in a good mood. Unfortunately she could hear him lecturing the class about some algebra equation as she fretfully placed one hand on the door knob. She prepared herself for a telling off and opened the door quietly. Maybe if she was lucky she could sneak in while his back was turned and take her place at the back next to Lisa unnoticed.

'Sophie Elisabeth, how kind of you to grace us with your presence!' Mr Marsh boomed. Sophie abandoned all hopes of getting away with being so late and bravely turned to face her teacher.

'I'm sorry sir, I lost track of time…' Sophie muttered, edging her way to the back of the class.

'Stop right there, young lady, I want a proper explanation why you've missed over half of my lesson.'

Sophie curled a lock of hair behind her ear and tried to think of a good enough reason. If she lied and said she’d been ill and had seen the nurse Mr Marsh would be sure to find out. Inwardly sighing, Sophie said, ‘I’m sorry, sir, I slept in…’

'That is simply not good enough, young lady.' Mr Marsh began, 'If you had been five minutes late I would have given you a telling off and got on with the lesson, but forty five minutes is unacceptable. Come here right this second.' He tapped his desk with his index finger and Sophie cringed as she made her way to the front of the class. She knew what was coming all right; she had seen Mr Marsh punish girls for being late before.

When she reached the front of the class Sophie looked at the sea of faces, some cringing with her, understanding her shame, some grinning at the idea of her impending punishment. Mr Marsh wasted no time, telling Sophie to bend over his desk before lifting her skirt to reveal her white school knickers. He picked up his yard stick and reprimanded her a second time for the crime of bad timekeeping before swatting her pale bottom with the wooden ruler. She cringed as the sting reached its peak, and gasped as a second stroke landed just on top of the first one. She could hear someone giggling behind her as the third stroke fell.

After ten strokes over her knickers Mr Marsh adjusted her skirt so it was resting higher on her back, before telling her to pull her panties down to her knees. Her cheeks flushed ruby red with embarrassment. She knew she would be punished more severely if she were to refuse, so she slowly reached down and pulled the thin cotton panties down. As she felt her knickers slip over the rounded globes of her now slightly pink bottom she closed her eyes in shame. Someone at the back giggled louder as the fabric triangle reached her knees and Mr Marsh took his position to Sophie’s left again. ‘Count each swat, Miss Elisabeth,’ he instructed, slapping her glowing bottom with the stick again.

'One!' She gasped.

’Two!' Her breathing was ragged as the sting in her bottom grew and grew. The wooden ruler created a sharp stinging each time it landed. It was all she could do not to reach around and grab her punished cheeks.

After fifteen spanks Mr Marsh stopped, told her to step out of her knickers and stand by his desk, hands on head as an example to the rest of the class.

I might as well have stayed in bed and caught up on my sleep! Sophie thought as she stood, bare bottom on show to the rest of the class, waiting for the bell to ring for break.