She'd had all morning fearfully wondering what her punishment was going to be. Now she was in the head's office she had part of the answer but not yet all. She'd been told to put her hands on her head and face the wall and he'd then tucked up the back of her skirt. But then he'd left the room and had now been gone for about twenty minutes. She had noticed when she'd first entered the room that he had a full array of weapons laid out on his desk. He had a large plimsoll - she'd felt that before and knew he laid it on with great gusto. She'd also been on the receiving end of his wooden paddle and had been bruised for at least a week after he'd blistered her rear end with it. But she'd spotted that he also had a nasty-looking cane there. She'd heard horror stories about that. It was difficult to imagine but there seemed to be a generally held opinion that it hurt even more than the paddle. She hoped against hope that she wasn't going to find out for herself if that was true.
