Favourite for March

Those who have followed this blog for a while will probably be aware that I have always had a particular liking for black tights (pantyhose). What I may or may not have said previously is that I particularly favour opaque black tights and that even goes so far as the more woolly ones that are often favoured during chillier weather. Okay, so I'm well aware that this probably puts me in a very small minority in the spanko community, which probably explains why I can't actually recall ever seeing such a garment being worn on any CP adult site. Until now...

Curiously enough, it was just the previous week that her form teacher had been talking to the headmaster about Karen's behaviour. She seemed very clever at stopping short of doing something she could be properly punished for. In fact, a check of the records showed that apart from one lunchtime detention in her first year, she had never been disciplined in any way. However, she was a very disruptive element in class and they both agreed that she needed to be brought down a peg or two. And now she had made a big mistake that gave them the opportunity.

She had been sent to the headmaster's office and he had seen her immediately. He'd given her a very firm rebuke, and she was feeling quite teary before he finished. He ended by saying that her behaviour had crossed the threshold and that he had no option but to give her the cane for this matter. She had feared as much and was frankly terrified. But then he really made her suffer. He warned her that her short skirt would get in the way of a caning and he made her roll it up and tuck up the hem under her waistband. He then stated that her woolly tight were not compliant with school uniform rules and he made her roll those down as well. As if she wasn't sufficiently mortified already, he told her that she should spend some time thinking about her behaviour and the consequences it would bring, and he made her go and stand outside his office, facing the wall, and with her hands on her head.

Anyone seeing her in such an exposed condition would have no doubts about what was going to take place shortly. Fortunately, where she was standing was not on a main corridor, but anyone passing along the corridor who glanced in her direction at a precise moment would glimpse her predicament. Any, of course, anyone who had to visit the office would get a very clear view.

He kept her there for almost an hour. In that time, two teachers, including Karen's English teacher, one secretary, and three pupils came to the office. Each time Karen was trying to bury her blushing face as close to the wall as she could and desperately hoped they didn't recognise her while knowing in her heart they would have done. When he eventually summoned her back into office it was almost a relief. But then she saw the cane laid out on his desk.