Caught and Punished

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17 year old. Misty Jones. Found herself in trouble again. Skipping school, Is a serious offense, That should be dealt with swiftly, And harshly.

Nobody had seen Misty since before lunch. She had just disappeared, Without saying a word to anyone. And that was hours ago.

Everyone had been looking for her. Her parents, The teachers, And the police. Me being her boyfriend, I to was concerned. She usually tells me everything she's doing.

As I sat in our last class of the day. A Sheriff's deputy car, Parked in front of the school . Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. He helps Misty out of the back seat of the car. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. The deputy escorts her in to the principals office.

" Good you found her. Where was. She? " Mrs. Kim Beasley said.

" Found her at the arcade, Playing Pac Man. "

" You know If you put as much effort in to your studies, That you do those video games, You wouldn't be in this kind of trouble again. "

Misty just stood there, Giving Mrs. Beasley one of her dumb looks.

" Can you take the handcuffs off now? This is so embarrassing. "

" Embarrassing? Young lady I'm going to give you something to be embarrassed about. "

Misty watches as Mrs. Beasley looks her over from head to toe, Focusing on how she was dressed. Wearing a red hoodie, which was zipped up, Concealing Misty's large breasts. A pair of tight jeans. A pair of red 4 inch high heeled pumps. And nude nylons.

Mrs. Beasley licked her lips. With an evil smile on her face. She picked up the phone, And called Misty's Mom.

Mom was really at her wits end, With Misty. She had been skipping school. And failing many of her classes. She had been staying out late. Smoking, Drinking, And being promiscuous.

Mom really needed someone else to deal with Misty, So she let Mrs. Beasley decide the punishment.

Mrs. Beasley hung up the phone. Misty watched her bring out the paddle, From behind her desk. Misty thought good, three licks with the paddle. And it's over with.

" What class are you suppose to be in right now? "

" History Why? "

" Lets go. "

" Can't we take care of this in here? " Misty asked nervous and concerned.

" No! I'm going to give you something to really be embarrassed about. "

Misty all of a sudden, Felt sick at her stomach. From our classroom window, We watched the three of them, Leave the office. The deputy Sheriff firmly held Misty's upper arm. Down the sidewalk, And in to the building, Where our class was.

There wore lockers. And open doors, Where others watched, As Misty was being curtailed down the hallway. The clicking and clacking of my girlfriends high heeled shoes, Echoed loudly throughout the building.

Finally she reaches our classroom. Everyone stops, What there doing to watch Misty. She stood next to the teachers desk. while Mrs. Beasley, Mrs. Thomas, Our history teacher. And the deputy. Conversed quietly.

I just sat there. Looking at my girlfriend. And found myself becoming aroused. Being 17 myself. Full of raging hormones. It was hard to control. My penis was growing in my pants. As I looked her over with pure lust.

The deputy removed her handcuffs. He then stood at the door. In case she tried to run.

Misty stared at the paddle, That lay on the desk. Mrs. Beasley picked it up.

" Before I paddle you, I'm going to need you to undress. "

The shocked look on Misty's face was priceless.

" Please Mrs. Beasley. Not that! "

" I told you I was going to give you something to be embarrassed about. Now! Strip down! All the way! "

" Everything? " Misty asked, Her lip was quivering. Misty watched Mrs. Beasley's eyes, Scan over her body again. Down to her feet, And back up. Looking her right in the eyes.

" Yes Misty. Everything. You can start, With your hoodie. Unzip it, And take it off! "

Misty sighed as she unzipped it. Under it, She wore a tee shirt. Under that, She was bra less. Her thick puffy nipples poked through the shirt. Her big 40 DD breasts moved freely as the hoodie come off. She was bigger than many girls in our class. And all the boys liked looking at Misty's breasts.

" No bra today? " Mrs. Beasley asks.
Looking at them, As Misty tries to stall.

" Would it make a difference? "

" Not really. You would have to take it off anyway. But since we're on the subject. Have you had sex today? "

The class erupts in laughter.

" No! " Misty yells out, Crying. Mrs. Beasley looks at me, As I hide my face, Behind my hand.

" Take your shirt off! "

Misty turns her back, To the class. And raises her shirt.

" No! No! Turn back around! Face the class. "

The shirt comes off. Mrs. Beasley snatched it from her. Misty tries to cover herself with her hands.

" Hands down! So everyone can see them! "

The class was laughing hysterically. Whistles and cat calls, From the boys, Was also heard.

" Your nipples are erect. Do you find this to be a rousing? "

" No! Are you happy now? "

" No! Your just half way done. Shoes next! "

Misty took each one of the sexy red pumps off, They were placed on the teachers desk.

" Don't stop now! "

Misty sucked her belly in, And slowly unfastened the snap, To her tight jeans. Then pulled the zipper down. Her white bikini panties, Comes in to view. The jeans are lowered, And removed.

Left only in her nude thigh high stockings and panties.

" Ain't this good enough? " Mrs. Beasley slides a chair over. So Misty can sit down.

" I want you naked! " Misty sits in the chair, And peels down her nylons, From her creamy pale legs. They to were taken from her.

" Slip those panties off, And the worst will be behind you. "

Misty stands, Hooks her thumbs, In to the elastic of her panties. As they come down, Everyone stares at her shaved pussy.

" Now bend over the desk! "

Mrs. Beasley positions her, So the class, Can see the expressions on her face, While she administers the paddling. The licks of the paddle got harder, And harder. Misty had that hot stinging feeling. Tears run down her face, Streaking her makeup. It felt like an eternity for Misty.

Finally the paddling stopped. Misty wiped her eyes, And reached for her panties.

" No! You stay nude! Have a seat! " She sits in her desk, And puts her head down crying. While everyone else continued to laugh at her.

When the bell finally rang, She was then allowed to dress and go home.

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