Free Six Very Naughty Girls by Louise O Weston

for your lesson today. I wager it will be a lesson you won't soon forget. Go on."
     
    April hobbled over to the corner and stood facing the wall. Although she needed to very badly, she did not try to soothe her tender buttocks with her hands. She could not stop her tears and kept wondering what the rest of her punishment would be. The waiting was agonizing. After 15 minutes, Mr. Pegg spoke.
     
    "We teachers have some discretion, as you know, on punishment administration. Your punishment is not over, April , because you failed to count two spanks, the 24th and the 25th. If you don't count, how do we know that you're concentrating on your punishment? Day dreaming is a big problem among teenagers. It is completely unacceptable during punishment, when we need your complete attention."
     
    April 's body stiffened as she stood facing the wall. "Turn around, April ," Mr. Pegg commanded. The student obeyed. Her tear-streaked face silently implored him to show pity. "I want to see the look on your face when I explain the rest of your punishment," her teacher said. "I imagine you will find it hard to sit down for a while, April . A good week I would judge after the force of that last blow. What a wallop!
     
    "Let's see if your bottom has reached 'Acceptable Punishment Status,' young lady,." Mr. Pegg said. "You know, if I find your butt is not punished enough, we'll have to take appropriate action. According to my Punishment Chart, acceptable colours after Punishment Number One are pink, red, purple, green, yellow and blue. Let's have a look."
     
    April shivered and stared at her teacher in disbelief. "Get on your hands and knees, April and raise your bottom in the air."
     
    Too terrified to disobey, April got down on her hands and knees and presented her punished butt for inspection. "Raise your skirts and lower your panties," Mr. Pegg ordered. With trembling hands and renewed sobs, April lifted her skirt out of the way and lowered her panties to her knees. The cool air felt good on her burning hot bum.
     
    Mr. Pegg remained studying the effects of the punishment for quite a while. Finally, he said, "Yes, you've been sufficiently spanked. Your bottom is pink and red with a touch of purple and blue. I suppose the green and yellow will come later, when your bruises start to fade. I'll want to get Mrs. Connor in to inspect this too, so you'll have to wait like that until the next period."
     
    April remained in this undignified position and continued to cry like a baby. She was unable to control herself at all and made no effort to stop.
     
    Finally, Mr. Striker told her the rest of her punishment.
     
    "Despite the condition of your tender behind, you must attend all your classes, April . Today, you must report to your next class immediately after inspection by Mrs. Connor. You will stand at the back of the room during today's classes, so that all your classmates will know you have been punished.
     
    "Starting tomorrow, however, you may not stand. You must sit in all classes no matter how much your bottom hurts, and judging by the look of it, it will hurt a lot for quite some time. In addition, you may not wear any foam rubber or any other type of padding to protect you. Your teachers will make sure you don't by a series of periodic inspections. And, I warn you, young lady, if you are caught trying to protect that tender behind of yours, you will be making matters worse....much worse."
     
    April remained on the floor, on her hands and knees, with her well-punished bottom raised in the air as Mr. Pegg lectured her. "I don't want you to think of this as an additional punishment, April ," Mr. Pegg said. "You are to think of it as an extension of this one. I am concerned that you were not paying attention throughout your punishment this morning. I want to give you further opportunities to think about your lesson, April , to make sure it's been well learned.
     
    "Now," he said, "you are to remain in that position until Mrs. Connor