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 ï>¿Clara Spanked for Wearing a Short Skirt by yodo

   One

   Even at an all-girls school, full of pretty students, Clara stood out.
She had an angelic face, large breasts, and a large bottom.  She was also
taller than most students.  Today, she wore a pink headband to keep her
long black hair out of her bright blue eyes.  Unfortunately, her appearance
did not match her rotten personality.  She bullied almost every student she
came into contact with.  The students at Greenleaf Academy hated Clara, and
she deserved it.

   But teachers loved her.  Clara knew how to behave when Greenleaf staff
were watching and bullied students into doing her assignments for her.  She
also stole answer keys for tests and quizzes.  Some students had tried to
expose her bullying and cheating, but none were successful, which made
Clara feel untouchable.

   Greenleaf's newest teacher, however, presented a new challenge to Clara.
Greenleaf was Mr.  Smith's first teaching job.  His tests were new, and he
made the answer keys after his students had taken them.  Clara could still
force students to do her assignments, but this only made Mr.  Smith
suspicious of her, as her test scores and homework scores varied greatly.
Clara tried to bribe Mr.  Smith by flirting with him.  Wiggling her big
tits and shaking her big butt in his face would surely work, right?

   Nope, Mr.  Smith was insulted.  Clara decided to work harder, not on her
schoolwork, on flirting with her teacher.  She shortened one of her school
skirts (Greenleaf students wore green plaid skirts as part of their
uniform).  Mr.  Smith, rather than being smitten with her thick thighs,
told her not to violate dress code again or she would be punished.  The
next day, in addition to the pink headband mentioned earlier, Clara wore
the shortened skirt again.

   She sauntered into Mr.  Smith's class as the bell rang, and he
immediately brought attention to her skirt. ......  "It's fine, Mr. 
Smith." She walked to her desk. ......  "Put your arms at your side."
...... Clara sighed and did as she was told.  Her skirt barely passed her
palms. ......  "You're touching skin, just like yesterday.  Go to the
office and change." ......  "It's fine, Mr.  Smith.  None of my other
teachers care if a skirt is a little short."

   Mr.  Smith had planned for a situation like this.  He turned to the girl
sitting closest to the door.  "Madison, would you please go to the office
and fetch a new skirt for Clara.  Just get the longest one they have."
......  "What are you doing?" Clara asked. ......  "You don't want to go to
the office.  You can change here." ......  "You're a pervert!" ......  "Cut
the attitude." ......  "I can't change in here!  You can't make me do
that!" ......  "I warned you yesterday." ......  "You're disgusting!"
...... "I told you to cut the attitude.  Now, I'll be changing you.  Come
to the front of the class, please."

   Clara remained where she was.  Madison returned.  "Ah, that was fast,"
Mr.  Smith said.  "The perks of having a classroom near the office."
Madison handed Mr.  Smith the skirt.  He thanked her and set the skirt on
his desk.  "Madison, I hate to keep asking favors of you, but would you
mind reading from your student handbook?" "No problem," she replied and
pulled her handbook from her backpack.  "The section beneath the dress
code, the part that explains the punishment for breaking it," Mr.  Smith
told her.

   Madison found the page and read aloud, "The dress code for Greenleaf
Academy is simple and clearly stated.  Therefore, any violation is seen as
intentional, and Greenleaf staff may take any disciplinary action they find
necessary.  Gentle punishments and warnings are advised for new students,
who may not be accustomed to Greenleaf's expectations, but harsh
punishments may be necessary, especially for experienced students and
repeat offenders."

   "Thank you, Madison," Mr.  Smith said before turning to Clara.  Clara
was angry and scared.  She was finally going to face consequences for her
actions, and her classmates were going to witness it.  "Clara, come here
please." She walked to the front of the room.  "Clara, are you a new
student?" Mr.  Smith asked.  Clara remained silent.  "Clara, answer me. 
Are you a new student?" ......  "No." Her teeth were clenched, perhaps in
an attempt to sound threatening.  It didn't work. ......  "And you violated
dress code yesterday, didn't you?" ......  "I don't know." ......  "You
did, and I warned you not to do it again." ......  Clara grinned.  "I don't
know, Mr.  Smith.  My memory isn't so good, but I'll remember what happened
today.  I won't wear a short skirt again.  Let me just go to the bathroom
and get changed." She stepped toward Mr.  Smith's desk and reached for the
longer skirt.  Mr.  Smith grabbed her wrist. ......  "I'm going to change
you, right here." ......  "You can't do that." She tried to break away from
his grasp. ......  "This is going to happen, Clara, whether you like it or
not." ......  Clara thought for a moment.  "Can I at least change myself?"
......  "If you ask nicely." He let go of her wrist. ......  She still
looked angry.  "Please, Mr.  Smith, may I change my skirt?" ......  "You
may." ......  Clara grabbed the skirt.  "Please, Mr.  Smith, would you mind
turning around?" She spoke in an overly polite voice. ......  "No." ......
She tried to hide her anger.  "I would prefer it if you did.  I'm going to
change my skirt.  I just don't want you to watch." ......  "I need to make
sure your underwear doesn't break dress code too." ......  "Are you fucking
serious?" ......  "That wasn't polite.  I guess I do need to change you."

   Mr.  Smith quickly took the longer skirt from Clara's hands and placed
it on his desk.  He then reached for the skirt that she was wearing.  Clara
hurled insults at him and feebly tried to keep her skirt on.  Mr.  Smith
easily removed it.  Clara was now standing at the front of the room in the
top half of her school uniform (a white, short-sleeved, collared shirt) and
a gray cotton thong.  Clara and her classmates gasped.  The students were
getting a clear view of her plump butt cheeks.  She instantly moved her
left hand to her crotch and her right hand to her behind.  Her
embarrassment made the class giggle.

   Clara's face was crimson from embarrassment and rage.  Mr.  Smith
grabbed her upper arms and turned her slightly.  He looked over her
shoulder and moved her hand to get a view of her backside.  "Well, that
certainly doesn't meet dress code," he said and let go of her.  She went
back to her previous position, still failing to adequately cover herself.
"And, as this violation is particularly egregious, I believe a spanking is
in order." ......  "You're a fucking pervert," she replied. ......  "And
with the rotten attitude," Mr.  Smith continued.  "I believe it should be
with the paddle." He retrieved his paddle from its drawer and put it on his
desk.  He pulled Clara onto his lap as he sat on his desk.  She protested,
verbally and physically, but it didn't do anything.

   Mr.  Smith was sitting on his desk, facing his students, with a brat
over his lap.  Clara's left arm was behind his back, her right trying to
cover her cheeks.  Mr.  Smith removed Clara's shoes.  He then grabbed her
right wrist and pinned it behind her back.  He grabbed her thong with his
free hand.  She gasped.  "Oh please," Mr.  Smith said as he removed the
garment, "it's not like it was covering anything anyway." The class
laughed. Clara's face was burning with embarrassment.  Mr.  Smith placed
the thong on his desk, picked up the paddle, and pressed it against Clara's
butt cheeks.  She let out another gasp.  Mr.  Smith then lifted the paddle
and began the spanking.

   Clara tried to hide her pain as her bare bottom was struck, over and
over again, with the paddle.  Each strike sent a ripple across her behind
and made it more red and tender.  She was starting to sniffle and cry now.
She glanced at her classmates.  Their faces were filled with glee, which
made her feel even more humiliated.  The spanking continued. ......  SMACK!
......  Clara winced.  A tear fell down her cheek. ......  SMACK! ...... 
The pain caused her to let out a quiet whimper.  More tears fell. ...... 
SMACK! ......  She moaned in pain. ......  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! ...... 
The three rapid hits surprised Clara.  She cried out and began to sob.  Mr.
Smith paused for a few seconds and then continued. ......  SMACK! ...... 
SMACK! ......  "Please!" ......  SMACK! ......  "Stop!" ......  SMACK!
......  "I'm teaching you a lesson." ......  SMACK! ......  "I've learned
it!  I've fucking learned it!" ......  "Clearly, not." ......  SMACK! 
SMACK! ......  She screams.  Mr.  Smith presses the paddle against her
tender bottom.  Clara winces.  Mr.  Smith lifts the paddle. ......  SMACK!
......  "I'll behave!" ......  SMACK! ......  "I'm not done.  Stay quiet.
This will end when I say it does."

   The spanking continued until Clara was a blubbering mess.  Mr.  Smith
stood her up, and she faced his desk with both of her hands covering her
front.  She wanted to use one of her hands to cover her backside, but she
thought Mr.  Smith wouldn't like that.  She also wanted to avoid touching
the tender skin.  This meant that the class got an unobstructed view of her
big red butt, and Clara was completely aware of it.  Mr.  Smith pushed
himself off his desk.  Clara was looking at the floor, sniffling and crying
softly.  Mr.  Smith grabbed her shoes and put them back on her feet.

   "Clara, turn around and apologize for misbehaving and wasting class
time." Clara slowly turned around, still looking at the floor.  It took her
a few seconds to stop crying. ......  "I'm sorry for misbehaving and
wasting class time," she murmured. ......  "Go sit at your desk." Clara
looked at him in shock.  Her blue eyes were wide open.  "Go," he commanded
and slapped her bottom.  Clara yelped and walked to her desk, in the middle
of the room.  She winced as her bare cheeks pressed against the wooden
seat. She was crying again, sitting bottomless in her desk.

   There wasn't much time left in class.  Mr.  Smith answered some
questions about an upcoming assignment and then called Madison over to his
desk.  Clara heard Madison leave the room.  Mr.  Smith sat at his desk
looking over some papers while the class whispered and wrote notes to each
other.  Clara couldn't make out what anyone was saying, but she assumed
they were talking about her, especially when she heard giggling.

   The bell rang, and the class began to leave.  Clara remained seated,
still looking down.  Madison walked in and handed something to Mr.  Smith.
"Clara," Mr.  Smith called as he stood up.  "Please come here." Clara
looked up.  The last of the class were leaving.  Mr.  Smith walked to the
door.  "I'm sorry, girls, please wait here a moment," he said to the
students who were already arriving for his next class.  He closed the door,
pulled the curtain over the door window, and turned to Clara.  "Clara, come
here please." Clara carefully stood and approached her teacher.  She looked
to the closed door and then back to the floor.  "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Don't want to humiliate me?"

   Mr.  Smith couldn't believe it.  She was still giving him attitude. 
"Well, if you'd like, I can bring my next class in and show them what
happens when a student misbehaves." Clara didn't respond.  "Look at me," he
lifted her chin until her gaze met his.  "You're going to treat me with
respect, or I'm going to bring in my next class, who are all freshmen, and
show them an upperclassman's spanked behind."

   He let go of her chin, grabbed the skirt sitting on his desk, and put in
on Clara.  It barely covered her butt cheeks. ......  "I can't wear this!
You told Madison to get a long one!" ......  "Madison took the long skirt
back to the office and got this one.  I wrote a note to explain the
situation to anyone who asks.  You can have your skirt and your thong back
tomorrow, if you come to school in appropriate attire." ......  "This is
ridiculous!  Can I at least have some panties?  Haven't you punished me
enough?" ......  "Consider this part of the punishment a threat.  I suspect
you've been cheating, and if I see any more indications of it, I'll
investigate.  I don't think you want me to do that, because I might mention
it to other teachers.  If you've been cheating in your other classes, then
the headmistress or Ms.  North will be tasked with punishing you."

   An investigation would not only expose Clara's rampant cheating, but Ms.
North, the deputy headmistress, would make today's punishment look like a
slap on the wrist.  "I understand," she told Mr.  Smith.  "Good," he
replied.  "You may leave now." Clara walked to her desk, and without
thinking, bent down and grabbed her backpack.  She suddenly felt cool air
on her behind and quickly turned around.  Mr.  Smith smirked.  "You might
want to be more careful," he advised and held out a pair of notes.  Clara
put on her backpack and snatched the notes from his hand, but she hesitated
when she reached the door.

   "You can't stand there forever, Clara," Mr.  Smith said.  Clara took a
deep breath, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway.



   Two

   The hallway was empty, except for the students waiting to enter Mr. 
Smith's classroom.  They ignored Clara and quickly shuffled into the
classroom.  Clara took a few steps down the hall and jumped when the bell
rang.  She looked at the notes in her hand.  They were marked with Mr. 
Smith's signature, the time, and the date.  They read, "Please excuse
Clara's tardiness.  She was speaking with me." and "Please excuse Clara's
short skirt.  She is being punished." Clara hoped that she wouldn't need
the second one.

   She entered Ms.  Wheeler's class.  Some of the students, who had been in
Mr.  Smith's class, began to whisper.  Clara quickly tried to take control
of the situation.  "Sorry I'm late, Ms.  Wheeler.  Mr.  Smith and I were
discussing something." Some of the students giggled.  "Girls, please," Ms.
Wheeler said.  "Clara, I'm sure you were talking to Mr.  Smith, but I do
need to see the note." Clara gave Ms.  Wheeler the late excuse.  "Note
looks good.  You can take your seat." ......  "Isn't Clara's skirt a little
short?" A student called out.  Clara froze. ......  "Oh my god!  Clara!"
Ms. Wheeler exclaimed, noticing the skirt. ......  Clara was worried for a
moment, before her arrogance suddenly re-emerged.  "It's fine, Ms. 
Wheeler. I have a note for that, too." She was tired of letting her
classmates make her feel embarrassed.  She handed the note to her teacher.
......  "Punished?  That seems a little strange." ......  "I think Mr. 
Smith just wanted to see me in a short skirt." ......  "Clara!" Ms. 
Wheeler reached behind Clara and gave her bottom a light spank.  Clara
winced. ......  "Don't fucking touch me."

   The class gasped.  "I see why you were punished now," Ms.  Wheeler said.
She turned Clara around.  "What are you doing?  Do you want to get a good
look at my short skirt too?" Clara said before Ms.  Wheeler lifted her
skirt.  "What the fuck?!" Clara turned her face away from her classmates'
excited faces and looked back at her teacher. ......  "Oh my, Mr.  Smith
certainly didn't hold back." ......  "Put my skirt down.  You're acting
like a pervert." ......  "Watch your mouth, young lady, unless you want
another spanking." Ms.  Wheeler dropped Clara's skirt. ......  "Can I sit
down now?  Or do you want to look at my ass some more?"

   Ms.  Wheeler turned Clara around, stepped to her side, and lifted her
skirt again.  "What are you doing?!" Clara squealed and tried to cover
herself.  Ms.  Wheeler began tapping Clara's red behind.  "Move your hands.
Move your hands," the teacher ordered.  Clara obeyed.  Ms.  Wheeler looked
to the class and spoke, "Take a good look class.  This is what happens when
you misbehave.  Think about this the next time you want to be rude to your
teachers." She released Clara's skirt.  "Now you may sit down." Clara
walked to her seat and sat down.  She tried to hide the pain of sitting on
her tender bottom but failed and heard her classmates snicker.

   The rest of the school day was uneventful.  Clara returned home to find
her younger sister, Stacy, and her family's nanny, Lauren, watching TV. 
Lauren wasn't much older than Clara.  "How was school, Clara?" she asked.
......  "Amazing, thanks for asking." ......  "Really?  Because I got a
call from one of your teachers." ......  "So?" ......  "Mr.  Smith told me
to make sure that you wore an appropriate skirt and appropriate underwear
to school tomorrow." ......  "Sounds like a creep to me." Clara was
furious. She hated when Lauren had any sort of leverage over her. ...... 
"Clara, he told me everything." ......  "And you believed him?  How
gullible are you?  You'll believe anything that makes me look bad." ......
"Oh please, Clara, don't pretend like you don't have an attitude problem."
......  "Only around stupid people who never listen to me, like you."

   Lauren turned to Clara's sister.  "Stacy, is that how you talk to
people?" Stacy shook her head.  "Do you call people stupid?" The girl shook
her head again.  "Do you think your sister should be punished for talking
like that?" Stacy's eyes lit up.  Lauren turned to Clara.  "Come over here,
Clara." Clara protested, so Lauren got up and forced her over to the couch.
Stacy stood.  Lauren sat down and pulled Clara over her lap. ......  "Let
me go, you fucking bitch." ......  "Language!" Lauren said and spanked
Clara over her skirt.  The pain caused Clara to yelp.  Lauren then lifted
Clara's skirt.  Stacy gasped at the sight of Clara's red bottom.  "You see
this, Stacy?" Lauren spanked Clara again, bringing out another yelp.  "This
is what happens when you misbehave." Another spank.  "You get a red
bottom." Lauren dishes out five quick spanks.  Clara squeals.  There's
already tears in her eyes.  Her tender bottom makes the slaps feel so much
worse. ......  "Stop!  Can't you see I've already been punished?" ...... 
"Clearly not enough." ......  SLAP! ......  Stacy is giggling now, and the
little girl's delight is mortifying for Clara. ......  SLAP! ......  "You
can't do this!" Clara says through tears.  "You're insane!" ......  SLAP!
SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP! ......  Clara shrieks.

   After a few more slaps, Clara is sobbing.  Lauren sends her to room. 
Clara lies on her bed and weeps, thinking of all the people who saw her
humiliated today: the students who saw her skirt ripped off, her thong, her
paddling, her sitting in her desk with no bottoms on, the students who saw
her skirt lifted, her red bottom, her embarrassed face, her crying, and her
little sister, who saw her pulled over the couch, skirt lifted, red bottom
exposed, and spanked until she was bawling her eyes out.