Millie's Punishment

By Richard Harling
harlingrichard@yahoo.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Summary- Millie was usually a very well behaved girl, but damaging the principals’ car landed her in hot water. A humiliating ordeal awaits the tormented preteen.

Millie’s Punishment

Susan Jefferson excitedly shuffled through the paperwork on her desk in anticipation of her plan for the morning. All of that boring stuff could wait until later. Being the principal of Ridge Academy was a very challenging but, often, a very rewarding job. The private school was the place of learning for just over four hundred young people and, last Friday, one of them had somehow managed to project a hockey ball over the high fence of the staff car park and damage her car headlight. The light was now fixed but she was faced with the question of how to deal with the miscreant causing the damage.

The pupil responsible was Millie Conyers, and Ms Jefferson had already spoken to her mother about punishment choices. It wasn’t as though the incident had been premeditated by the girl, but it had resulted in damage and was a breach of the rules in that the pupils were told to ensure no balls entered the car park from the very first day they started at the academy. Millie’s mother was devastated. As a single mother, her daughter got a place at the academy on a sports scholarship and it was so very important that she continued her studies uninterrupted. The options on the table were a three day exclusion or an in-school punishment. She chose the latter of the two, but she didn’t have the heart to tell her daughter what it would involve. Millie was a very pleasant girl but at the age where privacy was so very important to her. She shuddered at the thought of what it would be like for any eleven year old girl to endure such a punishment as the one Ms Jefferson had planned for her.

A firm few taps of the door, and in walked Paul Higson, the head of the physical education department. Susan had invited him because he had the necessary physical strength to assist in the plan, should the girl become too objectionable. It would have made far more sense to involve a female teacher but the punishment had to be a memorable one and Susan felt aggrieved enough to want the girl to really pay. Paul was undoubtedly the most excited of all about the punishment. He had been informed that the girl would be made to disrobe to her underwear, but no further. Due to his subject he was certainly used to seeing boys in a state of undress but never girls. That is unless he counted swimming days, when pupils of both sexes would be present in costumes.

“Are you ready for this Paul?” asked Susan. He replied with a firm “Yes. The girl needs to be taught a lesson”. He didn’t want to give the game away that he was looking forward to it, but Susan knew it would be an interesting experience for him. With that, a knock on the door again, and in walks the academy secretary with the young lady in tow.

“Millie Conyers, Ms Jefferson” she said, with her own face almost blushing as she glanced at the principal and her assistant for the morning. Even the secretary felt embarrassed for the girl.

The girl stood facing the principal but said nothing. She was gently biting her lip, nervously waiting to be informed of the nature of her punishment.

She was a pretty girl. Just a couple of months off twelve. Her dark brown hair was in a regulation pony tail and a small clip secured her fringe off her forehead. Her short, slim build probably positioned her a little smaller than her peers.

Susan took control of things very quickly. “Millie,” she said in a harsh voice “You are aware of the reason for you being here. I have decided to administer a type F sanction. Do you understand what that means?”

The girl shook her head. “Well, Millie, you are required to remove your garments down to your underclothes and stand facing that corner for thirty minutes”, Susan said while nodding her head towards the corner of the room.

“B-b-but, miss!” called the girl, who looked in absolute shock. “I don’t want to!”.

Her words were met with an expected response from the principal. “It’s not about whether or not you want to, young lady. I make the rules around here!”. The principal continued to explain the procedure to the girl, who now had a crimson appearance to her face and looked as though she would cry imminently.

“I have selected Mr Higson as the witness to the punishment and I am quite sure that he has other things to be getting on with once we are done here, so I suggest that you don’t delay things. We will turn around while you remove your clothing. You can place your things on the chair.”

Millie protested. “I’m not going to do it!”. Her words were met by those of the stern principal. “If you refuse, we shall start the punishment in your classroom. Which do you prefer, girl?!”.

It was blatantly apparent that she meant business, so the very embarrassed schoolgirl agreed to proceed. The two members of staff turned around, as promised, in order to give her privacy to disrobe. They glanced at each other and even nearly smiled as they did so, which heightened the girl’s awareness that they were being very sadistic in choosing this punishment.

With trembling fingers, she fumbled at the straps of her shiny black shoes and unfastened them, enabling her to slip them off. Next, off came her socks, and she lowered her petite feet to the cold floor. She seemed to have a strategy for removing garments in the order which would cause the least embarrassment, which was quite odd considering that she would soon be standing in just her underwear.

Next, from the top, she unbuttoned her white blouse and placed that on the chair with her short black socks. She was now left in her grey skirt, which ended just above the knees and her plain white vest which covered her flat chest. The next move was too much for the girl to bare, so she stopped and started to cry.

“Come on, girl, are you done yet?” bellowed the principal, expecting the pupil to be down to her minimums by now.

Millie then took a deep breath and fumbled her skirt undone, before lowering it to the floor, over her feet and then onto the chair. She was acutely aware just how exposed she was and didn’t even have the courage to look down to see her own near-nudity.

“I’m done, Miss” muttered the girl, with a slightly broken voice.

The teachers turned around to face the spectacle before them and surveyed the state the girl was now in. Her pale skin was now covered in the minimal of material in order to provide a punishment never to be forgotten. She was tensely clawing her toes and tightly gripping her hands together over the front of her lower underwear. Her vest ended just above her belly button, revealing the fair skin of her flat belly. Her arms and legs had very fine fuzz covering them, but were in essence smoothly peri-pubescent. Susan wondered if she had indeed actually started puberty yet because no obvious signs were showing that she had.

Paul looked on at the girl in equal wonder. He felt slightly uncomfortable because he knew his presence was the biggest factor in her embarrassment but it was the principal’s intention. His eyes were naturally drawn to where she had positioned her small hands and he took in her choice of underwear- a definite shade of pink, which was bordered by a light blue band across her waist and encircling the top of each leg. Her hands were adamantly shielding the crotch but it was clear that she was wearing a style which was of a boyshort variety, with a high waist fitting over her slim frame.

The principal had little patience with modesty, given that the whole idea of the punishment was to embarrass the girl in her company. With that, she snapped “Get your hands by your side at once!”. The girl froze to the spot and ignored the instruction. “Did you hear me?”, barked the principal. “Yes, miss....”, was the reply “....but I can’t”.

Susan seized this opportunity to up the ante a notch and further detailed what she required of the girl.

“Your attitude has earned you an enhanced punishment, young lady. I hope this hands you a deserved lesson!” said Susan in a voice as cool as a cucumber. Millie had no idea what she possibly meant and neither did Paul, who was still gazing at the girl in the room.

“The lower garment is coming off,” Susan snapped “I have had enough”.

With that, she then took hold of the left shoulder of the girl and firmly marched her over to the corner, where she positioned her facing inwards. Paul took in the spectacle of the barely-clad girl being frogmarched to the corner, fully aware that he would now be getting a front seat view of the bottom of this impetuous young lady.

“Get those off!” barked Susan, pointing intently at the briefs. She knew that small sample of cotton was providing much-needed privacy for the girl but her temper had been stretched. She now longed to turn a punishment featuring embarrassment into one that would be truly humiliating.

“I have never, in my fourteen years heading this establishment, had to invoke an extension of sanction F, young lady,” the principal went on to say “You should be very ashamed of your attitude!”.

A number of girls had been put through this particular punishment and had each found it to be extremely distressing, but Susan had not felt the need to make any of those girls further undress. Today, though, her need was urgent. This girl had been much more modest than the others. For them, it was a case of in, get it over with, out. This girl was playing up slightly due to the additional presence of a man in the room but this gave them both the perfect opportunity to totally break her. Susan was wanting to satisfy her curiosity and she was sure her colleague felt the same.

It was extremely obvious that the girl was never going to do the required deed, so Susan made the next move. With the girl now sobbing and tears dropping onto the principals’ jacket sleeve, she placed slid the fingers of each hand into the side of Millie’s briefs, and started to positively draw them downwards. The girl immediately grasped the front band with her own fingers and resisted the principals’ efforts to pull the garment down. Not wanting to enter into a wrestle, the principal asked “Do you want us to continue this in your classroom?”. The girl obviously did not want that as even a possibility so she reluctantly released the grip on her briefs and allowed them to be handled by the principal.

Millie was very aware that behind her was the male teacher, about to see her naked body from the back. Her only consolation was that it would not be the front he was seeing. It was bad enough knowing he would soon be seeing her girlish bottom but it would be unforgivable if the principal revealed any more of her. She held onto the hope that a woman would not allow that to happen.

Paul, in the meantime, was eagerly watching the event before him. He had a perfect spot from which to observe what was happening and was keen to see the girl in her splendour.

Susan continued in her quest to remove the briefs that this girl was so keen to retain, but she took her time doing so. Despite being quite low cut, it took a few seconds before they were peeled down to reveal more of her bony hip bones. Millie hovered her hands around the top of her briefs as they were slowly peeled down to give the principal a view of more smooth belly. The principal was wondering if any body hair would be present, but she was willing to be patient to find out.

The outline of the girls’ buttocks was already apparent to Paul, as he watched her go through the agony of having her pants removed. When the principal made the final move of removing them for good, he was rewarded with the view of, firstly, the top of her natal cleft and the very tops of her buttocks. This view gradually evolved into one of the rest of her narrow, rounded bottom, with two very tight buttocks as pale as the rest of her. The girl was too occupied in protecting her front to be able to hide what lay behind her, for at the moment the knickers had that final tug down she made a loud cry of “Noooooooo!” before swiftly sliding her hands down the ever-falling front and placing them very securely over her genitals before her principal could even get a glimpse of what was between her legs.

Now that task was completed, Susan lowered the boyshorts down Millie’s slim legs and gathered them on the floor, nudging her to step out of them. She then proceeded to head over to the chair to place them there with the rest of the clothes. She then turned round to take in the view before her and her male colleague. She had succeeded in her mission to reduce the girl to just her vest and left her facing the corner of the wall with all that was left of her dignity. Her colleague now felt it the right time to smile at her as they both looked over at the girl, who was absolutely frozen to the spot but crying at her humiliation.

The kindest thing to do at that stage would be to leave the girl in situ, while the two of them watched her stand in the corner for the required thirty minutes, with the view of her naked buttocks before them. Susan still felt achingly disappointed that she hadn’t seen all there was to see this morning and wondered how far she could push this girl.

“Turn round Millie,” chirped Susan. The girl dutifully turned around, with her hands still firmly covering her front. Paul, already having had his senses saturated, now had the view the principal had a few moments ago. That of a young girl desperately holding onto her last piece of dignity, scared of the principals’ next plan for her. There was no longer a shred of material covering her narrow hips. The only protection she had were her hands, which were hiding her sex from the two in the room. The rest of her lower half- hips, legs and feet- were naked to their eyes.

Susan spoke up again, whilst manoeuvring two chairs side by side in front of the girl, about six feet away from her. “Now, Millie, you are two place your feet twelve inches apart and then I want to see those hands on your head”. It was music to Pauls’ ears but the words of sheer horror to the girl. They had already seen her naked from behind as if that wasn’t horrendous enough. She cried again, hoping they would take pity on her and allow her to dress and leave the room. But the pity didn’t come. Instead, the two adults sat on the chairs and waited for her to comply with the instruction, with the girl knowing the threat of taking her down the corridor and to her classroom was still there. The lesser of two evils was to give them what they wanted, so she moved her feet into position, with her hands still firmly clasped over her feminine front. The principal raised her eyebrows, signalling to her to carry on.

Millie looked at them both again, as difficult as that was, and could see them both staring towards her hands expectantly. Whilst crying again, she reluctantly lifted her hands up and straight onto her head, whilst all the time keeping her teary eyes closed tightly. The sight of her vulva delighted the two adults in the room, who were able to see what she didn’t want them to see. All that was private to her- a neat slit, surrounded by a hairless mons and labia- was no longer private, while she was forced to display herself for ten seconds, until she was instructed to turn around and continue with her punishment.

For Ms Jefferson, it was worth the damaged car.....

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