getting detention in nudes 1

Five more minutes and school would be over for the day. Emma stared out of the window and watched the rain cascading across the playground. She liked her new private school, but the teachers were very strict, and you had to follow closely a Student Code of Conduct. English was her favorite subject and Mr. Johnson was her favorite teacher but the day was nearly over and she'd lost interest in the intricacies of Othello's love life. She was planning her evening and her plans didn't include Shakespeare.

It had been a week since she'd heard from Jennifer, and Elyse seemed to be busy every evening. They'd planned to meet tomorrow but she couldn't wait till then. She'd have to phone and find out how Jennifer's interviews had gone. The strident voice of her English teacher jerked her back to reality.

"Emma! You're not paying attention. I don't think your work is good enough that you can afford to ignore the lesson. See me in my study after school. Perhaps you'll be able to concentrate better in your own time."

At that moment the final bell rang and Emma cursed her bad timing. Another minute or two and she would have been going home and now her plans for the evening were ruined. She hoped that Mr. Johnson wouldn't keep her behind for long - she was having enough problems with her step-father without having to tell him that she'd been assigned a detention.

She wondered if she'd get away with saying that she'd had to shelter from the rain. The weather had been fine and dry when she left home that morning and she hadn't bothered with a coat. She looked out at water streaming down the windows and realized that her step-father would never believe her because it looked as if she was going to get wet anyway.

"You're soaked through. You'd better get those wet clothes off."

Emma looked quizzically at her teacher.

"Sir?"

"What's the matter? Do you want to catch your death a cold?"

The youngster looked bewildered.

"No, sir, but I've got nothing to change into."

"Put the towel around you until your clothes are dry and hurry it up, you're dripping water everywhere."

"I can't undress in front of you. I'd rather go home and change."

Her teacher sighed impatiently.

"I'm sure you would, but in case you've forgotten, you're been assigned a detention."

Emma hadn't forgotten. She was still wondering how to tell her parents about it. She shivered - as much from nervousness as the cold.

"I could do the detention tomorrow sir. It's not my fault that I'm all wet."

"It's your fault that you're in detention. Anyway . . . tomorrow is inconvenient for me. It has to be this evening. Now get out of those wet clothes and put the towel round you. I'll light the fire and you can sit by it to keep warm while your things dry."

Emma 's heart raced as she realized that her teacher was serious. He actually expected her to undress with him in the room. The youngster felt torn between the discipline that said she must obey her teacher and her instinct to preserve her modesty. He obviously meant what he said, but she couldn't take her clothes off in front of him.

"Is there somewhere that I could change, sir?"

He gave her a withering glance, "What's wrong with here?"

"I could go to the bathroom and change," she suggested desperately.

"And run back here with just a towel around you? I don't think so."

The trembling youngster made a final plea.

"Please, sir, could you leave the room while I undress?"

"Are you suggesting that I'd want to look at your body child? That's a very serious accusation."

"No, sir, I don't think that. It's just that I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be silly, I'm not even looking at you. Now, do as I tell you unless you want detention for the rest of the term."

Emma 's green eyes widened as she stared back at him in astonishment. Then she remembered - Mr. Johnson had kept Jennifer in detention for weeks on end. He obviously meant what he said. Her voice sounded more defiant than she felt.

"You can't keep me in for not undressing, sir."

Her teacher picked up a thin cane from the desk top and flexed it casually.

"I can keep you in for disobeying me and I can do even worse for insolence."

He slapped the cane into the palm of his hand with a loud crack and turned away to study the book shelves as though the matter was closed. Emma felt a cold chill of fear at the casual threat of violence. The frightened youngster hesitated for a moment. There was no telling how real her teacher's threat was but she decided that it would be safer to obey him than to risk the alternative.

His back was to her as he bent to light the gas fire and he showed no sign of turning round. Emma Lucy hurriedly stripped off her skirt and blouse and grabbed the towel. She struggled to cover herself, but what he had given her was only somewhat bigger than a hand towel. It was obviously too small to conceal her bust and her thighs at the same time.

While her teacher hung her clothes over a chair, she looked around for something larger to cover herself but there was nothing in the room. The young girl stood self-consciously for several minutes and began to fidget nervously as her teacher fussed with her wet clothes. He smoothed and flattened each garment as he spread it over the chair. There was only a skirt and blouse but he seemed to be taking his time over the job.

"Don't you wear pants Emma?"

"Yes, sir, of course I do."

"And a bra?"

"Yes, sir?"

"They don't seem to be here. Are you still wearing them?"

"Y-yes, of course I am, sir."

"Take them off. You can't sit around in wet clothes."

Emma trembled violently. She already felt naked and vulnerable without her skirt or blouse. Surely he didn't expect her to take her bra and panties off as well. He raised his head and stared at her with an air of expectation.

"I don't need to take them off, sir. I'm sure they'll dry all right while I'm wearing them."

"No they won't Emma. Please stop behaving like a silly child and take them off."

Emma set her mouth obstinately and pulled the scrap of towel more tightly round her shivering frame. She had no intention of stripping naked in front of anybody and she was ready to argue the point.

Her teacher crossed the room purposefully and for a moment Emma panicked as she thought that he intended to strip her himself. She clutched the towel more tightly and backed away but her teacher went straight to his desk and picked up the cane.

Emma 's eye's opened wide in horrified amazement as he gripped the end of the cane and flexed it experimentally. It took several seconds for the young girl to appreciate the real enormity of her situation.

Her teacher obviously intended to threaten her with a beating unless she took everything off. He surely couldn't be serious. The anxious youngster decided to call his bluff. He could say what he liked but she was not going to take her bra and pants off. She wished that she had gone home to get dry instead of meekly doing as he had ordered, but it was too late now. She stood in silent defiance and waited for him to back down.

Her teacher was equally silent. His face was grim and his lips set tightly as he silently raised the cane. Emma still did not believe that he would really strike her until she heard the whistle of the thin cane and felt the stinging lash as it smacked her bare thigh. She screamed in pain and surprise but the cane was already lashing out at her other leg. The blow landed and she squealed again. A thin red stripe appeared on the fleshy top of each leg and she desperately hopped backwards to avoid the next blow.

"You can't do this. It's not allowed, I'll report you to the authorities."

She heard the swish of the cane before it landed. This time on both legs, just below her buttocks and this time the burning pain brought tears to her eyes. She wondered if her teacher had used his cane on Elyse. She'd had plenty of detentions but she'd never mentioned being caned. Now that Emma thought about it, she realized that Jennifer had never really discussed her detentions at all. Was this the reason for her secrecy? Had Mr. Johnson done the same things to her?

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